kingnovel Chapter 351 Deng Chanyu's heart is broken
Chapter 351 Deng Chanyu's heart is broken
At this moment, in Jue Long Ridge.
Seeing Wen Zhong arrive alone, Yun Zhongzi sighed softly:
"Grand Tutor, you still haven't taken the right path."
Wen Zhong laughed heartily:
"How do you know that the path I'm taking isn't the right one?"
Yang Jiao stood on a boulder on Jue Long Ridge, with the sounds of fighting and flying blood and flesh in front of her; behind her were Yun Zhongzi and Wen Zhong.
The most upright people in the world will die here.
As a member of the Chan Sect, Yun Zhongzi was on the opposing side. He said softly:
"excuse me."
Then the formation was activated.
Taking the spot where Wen Zhong was standing as the origin, eight pillars of divine fire that reach to the heavens were erected on his side, surrounding him completely.
Wen Zhong looked around and then leaped away, trying to escape.
Unfortunately, the higher he flew, the faster the pillar extended.
Despite his initial shock, he calmed down and began searching for a way to break through the road.
At this moment, Yun Zhongzi silently recited a few incantations, and the Heavenly Fire Pillars in the formation burst into flames, with dragon roars emanating from them. Upon closer inspection, a fire dragon was coiled on each pillar.
They faced Wen Zhong and breathed flames.
The flames engulfed him.
Wen Zhong immediately used the fire-avoiding incantation, and the flames were unable to harm him for a time.
He looked at Yun Zhongzi and said:
"This Grand Tutor is also a cultivator, a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother. Fellow Daoist, your little flames are no match for you."
Yun Zhongzi didn't really fight; he just trapped Wen Zhong here.
He sighed and said:
"If you truly wish for your death here, what difficulty would there be?"
But Yang Jiao wouldn't allow it.
Yun Zhongzi was also puzzled and asked why it was forbidden, but Yang Jiao wouldn't say, only saying, "If you don't want to get struck by lightning when you go out in the future, then listen to me."
His sixth sense has always been sharp.
I felt that Yang Jiao's words made sense, so I listened to them.
He would rather believe that his master, Yuanshi Tianzun, would harm him than believe that Yang Jiao would harm him.
Outside the formation.
The remaining 20,000 troops were quickly defeated by the attack of 100,000 men, and the ground was littered with corpses lying in all directions and fallen flags.
Seeing that flames had already risen within the formation, Jiang Ziya rode his Qilin (a mythical creature) forward.
Just then.
Mosquito Taoist exclaimed in surprise:
"where did you go?!"
The black Qilin she was holding broke free from the restraints around its neck and roared as it tried to bite Jiang Ziya.
Jiang Ziya, whose cultivation was shallow, was almost startled.
The four-legged creature beneath him raised its leg and engaged the black qilin in battle.
This greatly worried Mosquito Taoist, as his own food supplies were fighting over each other.
Just as she was about to step forward to pull him away, a faster figure in white robes with blue sleeves arrived. With a single move, he swung his hand like a blade and severed the head of the black unicorn.
Mosquito Taoist stopped in his tracks.
Looking at the white crane boy who exuded coldness, remember this person.
"You can wait until the mosquitoes go and complain to Yang Jiao."
Make him pay for the mosquitoes' food!
The black Qilin failed to block Jiang Ziya's path; its head rolled alone to the foot of the mountain, its eyes bulging out and refusing to close.
Wen Zhong stood within the array formed by the Heavenly Fire Pillar, seemingly sensing something.
I felt a sharp pain in my heart, an unbearable sensation.
He watched as Jiang Ziya led the disciples of the Chan Sect inside, and could only pray silently:
"It's good that they escaped alive, and it's good that Mo Qilin can live a peaceful life from now on."
He then looked coldly at Jiang Ziya.
Jiang Ziya also served in the Yin Shang Dynasty. Wen Zhong can be described as a breath of fresh air in the Shang Dynasty. But even though he was such a person, he had to carry on the promise made by the late emperor, even though he knew it was a dead end.
Without further hesitation, he threw the God-Slaying Golden Whip in his hand onto the Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar.
In an instant.
The flames in the formation changed color.
Wen Zhong's fire-avoidance technique immediately became ineffective.
He was filled with grief. Heaven was going to destroy the Shang Dynasty, and Heaven was going to destroy him, Wen Zhong!
The fire quickly reduced Wen Zhong to a charred skeleton; he remained standing until his death.
The dark, skeletal remains stood tall on Jue Long Ridge, a truly awe-inspiring sight.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for guiding the souls of Wen Zhong, Xin Huan, Han Zhixian, ... You have been rewarded with 8 card-drawing tokens.]
In just two days, eight more people were added to the list of those listed on the Investiture of the Gods.
Yang Jiao lowered her eyes and brows.
"almost."
At this time, Wen Zhong had died at Jue Long Ridge, and Deng Jiugong, the general of Sanshan Pass, came to replace Wen Zhong. The one guarding Sanshan Pass was Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan was so powerful that neither Yang Jian nor Nezha could withstand a single move from him.
I wonder if such a person could be of use to me?
"We need to think of a way to establish connections."
After all, he was the most controversial person below the sage.
Yang Jiao was determined to win.
“Yang Jiao…”
Mosquito Taoist suddenly appeared behind Yang Jiao, interrupting her train of thought and nearly startling her.
Mosquito Taoist looked aggrieved, pointed at the white-clad figure in the crowd ahead, and tugged at Yang Jiao's sleeve, saying:
"He killed the Mosquito-like Qilin that he had obtained."
The Ink Kirin was killed?
That was the mythical beast the mosquitoes had been longing for! Yang Jiao hurriedly coaxed them:
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, the monster that Bai Ze sent is almost here."
That Bai Ze is really something. He's been in the Western Sect for so long, and I wonder if he's met Lu Ya yet.
……
"Not again!?"
Bai Ze ran wildly across the surging sea of blood, revealing his true form in order to escape the capture of the Styx Ancestor.
Even as its four hooves ran incredibly fast, it didn't forget to shout in its heart:
"Your Highness, we've been risking our lives every day to find the lotus platform for you."
At this moment, Lu Ya was sitting in the courtyard transformed by the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, leisurely sipping his tea.
Kinnara stood upright to the side, holding a pen and ink, diligently taking notes of the key points, very attentive:
"Really? Can crops really grow just by digging up the ley lines?"
He and his adoptive father had been farming for several years, and only a handful of them survived. But when the two of them arrived, the survival rate was perfect.
Kinnara carefully noted down the key points.
After Lu Ya finished speaking,
Kinnara clenched his fist, a rare hint of anger flashing across his face, and said:
"Don't let me find out who pulled up the flowers and plants that I finally managed to grow!"
Lu Ya looked at him amusedly, raising an eyebrow and teasingly said:
"What can you do if you know?"
After saying that, he took another sip of tea.
A fleeting, unreadable emotion flickered in Kinnara's eyes, and his voice suddenly turned cold as he spoke:
"We can plant him in the ground."
……
Jue Long Ridge.
After Wen Zhong's body was properly collected...
Jiang Ziya and the others rushed back. Although it was a great victory, breaking the Ten Deadly Formations and the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation of the Jie Sect and killing Grand Tutor Wen Zhong, their Chan Sect also suffered losses.
The power of the Twelve Golden Immortals has plummeted to rock bottom.
Only Master Yuding can maintain the facade.
Jiang Ziya's assistance is insufficient; he needs to return and carefully consider his options.
After leaving only Yang Jian, Nezha, Yang Jiao, and Mosquito Taoist standing there, the four of them did not use their magic power and strolled around the vicinity of Jue Long Ridge.
During our casual conversation, it felt like we had once gathered at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.
Nezha, recalling his master's bruised and swollen face, stretched lazily, put his hands behind his head, and chuckled:
"Tell Uncle Yu Ding to be careful. My master has hidden quite a few pills in the Golden Light Cave."
Yang Jian, however, did not take it to heart.
"Even if Uncle-Master Taiyi takes the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, he still won't be a match for my master."
With one arm around Yang Jiao's shoulder, Mosquito Taoist picked wildflowers from the roadside with the other hand—red, yellow, blue, all kinds of flowers—and pinned them to Yang Jiao's hair.
It was a lot of fun.
He rolled his eyes at the two people who were about to fight again.
"Immature, so very immature."
After saying that, he put another flower in Yang Jiao's hair.
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The rapid sound of horses' hooves rang out behind the four of them, and Yang Jiao and the others turned around in surprise.
All that could be seen was a chestnut horse rearing up, kicking up dust as it landed, and a girl with her hair tied up high and delicate, spirited features tightening the reins.
She looked somewhat anxious, and as she sat on the horse, her face slowly turned red.
Nezha looked strange:
"Deng Chanyu? What brings you here?"
After Yang Jian injured her that day, Wen Zhong sent someone to take her back to Sanshan Pass, where Deng Chanyu's father was stationed, to recuperate.
Yang Jiao was also puzzled.
Grand Tutor Wen has just died, so Deng Jiugong should not have received the news and come yet.
Why did Deng Chanyu come?
He was facing four pairs of eyes staring intently at him.
Deng Chanyu gripped the reins tightly, took a deep breath, and raised her chin to look at Yang Jian, saying:
“My father has a very powerful Taoist priest under his command. He promised that if the priest could kill King Wu Ji Fa, he would marry me to him.”
Upon hearing this...
Only Yang Jiao deduced that the person was Tu Xingsun! No way, Deng Chanyu is beautiful and brave; her judgment shouldn't be so poor.
Nezha and Yang Jian were only ten years old, and Mosquito Taoist was even more naive.
Upon hearing this, they assumed that the person had developed a friendship during a magical duel and was now treating them to drinks.
The three idiots, lacking any emotional intelligence, clasped their hands in a fist and bowed to Deng Chanyu, saying:
"congratulations."
"you!"
Deng Chanyu was so angry she choked, then looked at Yang Jian and said with shame and annoyance:
"If you are willing to marry me, I will marry you, okay?"
hiss.
Yang Jiao said, "How can someone who has seen Yang Jian still be interested in Tu Xingsun?"
But it wouldn't be right for her to have her eye on Yang Jian.
"Marry you?"
Yang Jian repeated it.
Deng Chanyu's eyes shone as she looked at him expectantly, her hands gripping the reins so tightly they turned white with tension.
Then he saw a hint of confusion on Yang Jian's handsome face, and then he looked at Yang Jiao, who was in a daze, and asked:
"Sister, can you get married at thirteen?"
Deng Chanyu felt as if a knife had pierced her eardrum.
He said he was how old.
Yang Jiao slapped him on the shoulder, then stood on tiptoe and covered Yang Jian's ears:
"You're too young, don't listen."
At this moment, Deng Chanyu stood frozen on her horse. She never imagined that the handsome man who had made her cry, who looked like a god descended from heaven, was only thirteen years old!
This blow was no less severe than when Deng Chanyu heard that she was to marry Tu Xingsun!
She numbly pulled on the horse's head, and the horse galloped off like a madman.
When Deng Chanyu returned to the campsite, she waved everyone away and went straight into her tent.
She covered her head and cried in bed.
“He could be thirty-one years old, one hundred and thirty years old, or one thousand three hundred years old, but he can’t be 13 years old!”