I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng got up and walked to Yang Jian's side. He used magic to help Yang Jian dust off his body, but Yang Jian didn't feel anything.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and picked the green leaves beside him, looked carefully and said with a slight smile: "These wild vegetables are not small, tomorrow I will cook a few dishes for my brother."

As he spoke, he flipped through the space, and said as usual: "A few days ago, I found some new spices, and when I sprinkle them on it, my brother can also smell some new scents."

Hearing this, Zisheng squatted down. Even though the fire at Taoshan made it difficult for him to breathe, he still tried to maintain a normal appearance.

He smiled lightly and said to Yang Jian, "Xiao Er, brother has to go."

Yang Jian paused, his lips twitched, and after a while he smiled casually, "Brother can go to play, but you have to come back earlier, otherwise the food will be cold, and brother won't be able to smell it."

Zisheng fell silent, and the entire cliff fell silent.

The movements of Yang Jian's hands became slower and slower, and Zisheng used his magic power to help Yang Jian handle the wild vegetables.

"Xiao Er, don't be reckless in the future, and be considerate in everything you do. If you encounter someone you can't beat, brother would rather you run away than get hurt..."

Yang Jian lowered his head and exerted force on his palms, blue veins appeared on the back of his hands.

His tone was low, "Why did brother say these unlucky words?"

His voice became more serious, "Brother will always be with me from now on, you can tell me everything slowly, why bother to finish talking at once?"

Zisheng knew that time was running out, he looked at the ground, his voice was hoarse, "Xiao Er, brother has to leave today, and he won't be back until a long time later."

Yang Jian: "When will you leave and when will you come back?"

Zisheng said calmly, "I'm leaving now, the return date is undecided, but my brother will come back one day."

Yang Jian closed his eyes and smiled. His mind was buzzing, and he tried his best to say a few words.

"Do you have to leave now? Can't you stay for another 100 years?"

Zisheng shook his head, and he used his power to simulate the appearance of a palm to stroke Yang Jian's forehead.

"Xiao Er, no matter how long my brother has been away, I will always have you in my heart. Don't worry, but for a few years..."

Zisheng looked into the distance, and vaguely, he seemed to see Taoshan thousands of miles away.

He said to Yang Jian: "I left a few flowers at your mother's place. 5000 years are coming soon, and you can see your mother too."

In Zisheng's pupils, the air inside Taoshan was almost deformed by heat, and he knew that he couldn't stay here for a moment.

He turned around to leave, Yang Jian stretched out his hand, the desire to touch his brother almost broke through his reason, he just clenched his palm tightly.

Perhaps, the elder brother will come back in a hundred years, and at that time, he will use the starlight he has accumulated for thousands of years to hug his elder brother in person.

"Brother..." Yang Jian murmured.

Under the moonlight, Zisheng turned his head unconsciously, and Yang Jian saw half of Zisheng's profile.

His voice was hoarse, "Come back early."

Zisheng smiled lightly, "Okay."

Zisheng's figure gradually faded away, Xiao Tiangou ran over and barked a few times, and finally nestled obediently at Yang Jian's feet.

Yang Jian stood in the cold wind for a long time, until the cold wind wrapped him up, Yang Jian realized that it seemed that he was really alone.

On the second day, when he finished the dishes, the Xiaotian dog lay on the table and whined a few times, and stared outside the house from time to time.

It thought for a while, and prepared to cook a few dishes by itself, and Zisheng would be very happy when the time came.

However, Yang Jian stopped it.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, "You don't have to cook from now on, let me do it."

The Xiaotian dog whined a few times, it was not used to having nothing to do.

It lay down on the bedside, unconsciously smelling the things left by Zisheng, and its mood gradually improved.

Yang Jian turned around and looked at the bedside. He also saw what Zisheng had left behind. His doubts gradually overshadowed his longing.

He strode forward to shake everything in the room, Zisheng's clothes fell into his hands, and Yang Jian's wrist trembled.

He suddenly noticed something.

Now that my brother is gone, why don't you pack your luggage?

Yang Jian's heart sank slightly, he shook his head, trying to suppress his thoughts.

However, once the idea popped up, it never went away.

Where did brother go?Yang Jian gradually panicked, he pursed his lips, and the figure of his mother Yunhua slowly came into his mind.

His mother can be said to be one of his few ties in this world. Whether it is doubts or inner impetuosity, he wants to see his mother as soon as possible.

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In Taoshan, Yunhua lost consciousness and passed out.The red flowers swayed, and Zisheng's figure gradually appeared in the cave.

He put his hands on Yunhua's body, and at the same time, a red flower was planted on Kunlun Mountain.

The heat on Yunhua's body gradually decreased, but Zisheng's soul body became hotter and hotter.

Zisheng is really helpless.

The Emperor of Heaven casts a spell on Yunhua, and all the heat will fall on Yunhua alone, which means that Yunhua not only has to suffer, but also Yunhua's words and deeds will be seen by the Emperor of Heaven.

It is very difficult for Yunhua to escape from the hands of the Emperor of Heaven, and it is really difficult for Yi Zisheng's soul to do so.

He wanted to send Yunhua to Kunlun to meet Yang Jian, but even if he cast a spell, it would take ninety days to send him to Kunlun Mountain.

Once the Emperor of Heaven notices that his imprint has left for Taoshan, he will be tracked within half a breath.

For this reason, Zisheng thought of a way, that is to transfer the heat to him, and then Yunhua can also escape smoothly.

As for him...

He should have left this world, even if he suffered some pain, what's the point?

What's more, he cared about Yang Jian, and he was willing to help Yang Jian's mother suffer less pain.

Zisheng looked down at Yunhua's figure, which gradually faded, leaving only a virtual image to hide.

The scorching heat spread from his arms to his whole body, Zisheng couldn't stand it instantly, and fell down on the stomach.

This enthusiasm was a hundred times hotter than he had imagined, and Zisheng's soul and body became a little weaker.

Zisheng's lips turned pale, he bit his lip, his vision gradually blurred.

He felt that he was about to melt in the next second.

But, not yet.He had to hold on for another nine days until he sent Yunhua there.

Zisheng's slender arms supported the ground, and his soul body even condensed into water and fell down.

His brain fainted, and he smiled again with the corners of his lips pulled.

It seemed that the Heavenly Emperor really wanted Yunhua to die.

In Zixiao Palace, Zisheng frowned and stood up after noticing the condition of his soul body.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to empathize with Momoyama's consciousness.

However, the heat there could melt his consciousness but could not affect his real body in the slightest.Even the spells of the Emperor of Heaven were not taken seriously by him at all.

Zisheng realized that his ray of consciousness was about to dissipate, he lifted his fingertips, pressed in the void, and pulled upwards, a few drops of soul water were brought to Zixiao Palace.

In fact, that ray of consciousness is dispensable to Zisheng today, and even the memory with Yang Jian already exists in his mind.It's just that this strand of consciousness has been with Yang Jian for a long time, even if they feel that their vision is one, Zi Sheng is still unwilling to let Yang Jian's memories disappear.

He took back the consciousness that Taoshan had melted away and merged with himself, and at the same time cast a spell to help him survive the ninety days.

He controlled his spell so finely that he could pass through that small hole.Otherwise, if there are too many spells, the world may collapse, and he will not be able to stay in this world.

Momoyama.

Zisheng felt a coolness seep into his body, he gained more strength and became more conscious.

It's just that his body feels very hot, and Zisheng feels as if he is in the center of the sun.No, the heat is a hundred times hotter than the sun at this time.

He survived the heat for more than nine days, until the last hem of Yunhua's clothes was passed to Kunlun Mountain, and Zisheng finally relaxed.

He collapsed on the ground, his figure was close to nothingness, his fingers were pressed against the soul water, and the soul water was gradually drying up.

Zisheng didn't want to go anywhere, he turned over and lay down, relaxed all over, with mist in front of his eyes.

Looking at the stone wall above his head, he didn't know if it was overheated, but he actually felt a bit of coolness.

Maybe the wind really came, and the peach blossoms in Taoshan were blown up, mixed with some red flowers.

Petals of various colors were flying all over the sky, Zisheng looked up at the petals, his eyes were in a trance.

The petals fell faintly in front of his forehead, Zisheng looked at the petals, his 5000-year memories were projected in his mind.

"Xiao Er..." He called out weakly, his voice was close to nothing.

His body was so transparent it was almost invisible.

With only one second left in his life, Zisheng looked towards the bright sky from the corner of his eye, and suddenly he saw a tall figure.

The man was so familiar that he was looking at him without blinking.

"Xiaoer..." His consciousness was lost.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand in a daze, the last trace of soul has been annihilated, leaving only the sky filled with petals.

It is said that a big Luo Jinxian killed him in the God Realm, and many little gods tried to stop him, but they were all beheaded by weapons.

The Emperor of Heaven was not in a hurry, he sent the gods with strong spells to fight.Unexpectedly, the gods let Yang Jian kill him as if they hadn't heard it.

The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were divided into several waves, and all the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals loyal to the Heavenly Emperor were slaughtered. Only then did the Heavenly Emperor realize that something was wrong, and he also saw clearly the hearts of the gods towards him.

The Emperor of Heaven's face was so gloomy that he could drip water. He stood up from the throne and walked towards the outside of the hall step by step.

The clouds in the sky were dyed blood red, and there were panic sounds everywhere in the heavenly court.

Someone sighed in the void.

Even if Yang Jian's heart is corroded by anger, he is still no match for the Heavenly Emperor who has a cultivation base of a million years.

At this time, Zisheng stood up from the stone bench, and he bid farewell to Hongjun with his hands folded.

"Master Immortal, Zisheng has to go."

Hong Jun said flatly, "You still have 400 years."

Zisheng turned around and took out the Karma Sword, and the three seedlings entered his body.

Zisheng said: "Zisheng has to use his real body to go to the heaven, and then the exit will collapse in a moment, and Zisheng must return to Yin Shang in an instant."

"To meet Yang Jian."

Zisheng paused, then shook his head, "It's too late, but I can use the last moment to neutralize the threat for him."

He left Zixiao Palace, dressed in white, with a handsome young man's back.

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heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven knew where Yang Jian was with just one thought, and just as he was about to walk out of the hall, the hall was instantly filled with red lotuses.

The red lotus extended from the ground to the air, and the blood-colored petals fluttered and danced.

One after another lotus flowers bloomed in front of him from the door, and endless karma surrounded the hall.

"Who?" The Heavenly Emperor was startled, and a white shadow walked in from the hall. The young man had a handsome appearance, and he held a black sword in his hand, exuding a strong sense of coercion.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" The Heavenly Emperor felt an unprecedented anxiety in his heart.

The young man's tone was flat, "Don't look for Yang Jian again in the future."

There is a complicated flame burning in the heart of the Emperor of Heaven.

He sneered, "Boy, heaven cannot let you be arrogant."

Zisheng didn't talk too much nonsense, he held up his sword, and the shadow of the sword streaked across the air——

On that day, half of the gods could see a sword light covering the sky across the sky.

The sword energy caused countless gods to retreat. When they looked up, they saw that half of the heaven had been cut open, and the rumbling sound echoed.

Yang Jian, who was walking out of the blood, seemed to see something and stopped suddenly.

A red lotus slowly fell from the sky, and Yang Jian seemed to hear a familiar voice in a daze.

"Little two..."

Yang Jian was in a trance.