readsfreenovel Chapter 265 The Investiture of the Gods, Yang Jian's Kill List
Chapter 265 The Investiture of the Gods, Yang Jian's Kill List
Outside Qinglong Pass.
Huang Tianhua was dumbfounded.
murmured:
"What use is this Heart-Piercing Nail that Master went to so much trouble to give me?"
Yang Jiao stands tall and sees far.
In an instant, as if struck by lightning, the person recalled the contents of the original work.
The Four Demon Generals were killed by Huang Tianhua!
Now that all the military merits are on Yang Jian and Nezha, can Huang Tianhua still be granted the title of "Bingling Gong, the Righteous God of the Three Mountains"?
At this moment, Yang Jiao, like Huang Tianhua who had traveled a long way to be resurrected by his master, the Daoist Master Qingxu, was petrified in the wind.
Yang Jiao was surprised that Yang Jian was already so powerful!
She could already foresee the future: if Jiang Ziya hadn't sought help from Yang Jian on those occasions that led him to leave the battlefield to search for people, the military merits of the entire Investiture of the Gods war would likely have all gone to Yang Jian.
Then, let's just appoint the Qingyuan Miaodao Erlang Zhenjun as the Vice Jade Emperor, second only to the Emperor.
Anyway, the entire Investiture of the Gods list was built by Yang Jian.
Could it still be the Investiture of the Gods?
That's not Yang Jian's list of murderers!
She pondered something even more terrifying—the Investiture of the Gods was in her hands, and there were two volumes of it!
If Yang Jiao showed even the slightest sign of rebellion...
"Uncle, please abdicate."
hiss.
Mosquito Taoist watched in bewilderment as Yang Jiao's expression changed constantly, and he was also annoyed by the spirits within the Soul-Guiding Banner, complaining:
"Yang Jiao, they're too noisy."
At this moment, Yang Jiao suddenly came to her senses.
There are already nine souls inside the Soul-Guiding Banner.
Zhang Guifang, along with the Four Saints of Kowloon Island and the Four Demon Generals.
Their spirits grumbled and complained within the soul-guiding banner, which annoyed Yang Jiao.
Zhang Guifang was originally a general in charge of defending the city during the Shang Dynasty. After his death, he was confined to the cold and gloomy soul-guiding banner, where he cried out with great resentment:
"Little deity, you hold the position of conferring gods and are also a celestial being. From now on, we who are conferred gods will also have our own positions and will serve together. Why do you make me suffer in this soul-guiding banner?"
Zhang Guifang originally thought that if she died, she was dead; after all, people would die in the Investiture of the Gods anyway.
Becoming a god after death is considered a promotion.
Earthly generals are nothing compared to the divine positions in the heavens.
But now, even though he has been dead for half a month, he is still suffering endless cold and gloom in this soul-guiding banner.
They could have tolerated it for a while, but after only half a day, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island came in.
Zhang Guifang was no match for the four of them in life, and even after death, her soul was no stronger than theirs, so she could only curl up in a corner.
After enduring it for half a month, the space just kept getting smaller and smaller!
Just now, the souls of four burly men suddenly surged in. As the dignified general of the Yin Shang Dynasty, he barely had room to stand in front of these Qi cultivators who were devoted to cultivating the Dao.
Zhang Guifang shouted loudly:
"Little immortal! We'll be working together from now on, how can you treat me so harshly?"
"If you open the door for me now, I can also do you some favors when I am conferred the title of god in the future. Why not?"
Originally, Yang Jiao was going to the Conferred God Platform to guide their souls.
It would have been better if Zhang Guifang hadn't said anything, because once she did, Yang Jiao became afraid.
Who needs a jinx like you to do me a favor!
He truly didn't know what divine position he would hold in the future; it was a position of inauspicious influence that was meant to bring disaster or bad luck.
Looking at Yang Jiao's expression outside the banner, Zhang Guifang suddenly paused, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes.
At this moment, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island also began to speak.
"If Nezha kills me, so be it. I am inferior in skill and I admit defeat."
"What an impressive young man."
The four newly recruited members of the Demon Clan and the four saints of Kowloon Island were already acquainted on Kowloon Island and formed a group, thus excluding Zhang Guifang.
Upon hearing Wang Mo mention Nezha, Mo Lishou's soul's eyes turned red, and he let out a mournful wail:
"Damn snake!"
The python died in a very undignified manner.
He died after being skinned alive.
The four Mo brothers were particularly wary of Nezha, who had almost been pierced through by his spear.
Mo Liqing said in a deep voice:
“Unlike you, we were killed by Yang Jian.”
When the Four Saints of Kowloon Island descended from the battlefield, Yang Jian had not yet arrived in Xiqi, so naturally he had never seen them.
Yang Sen hurriedly asked:
"Is it powerful? Is it even more powerful than Nezha?"
When Yang Jian is mentioned...
Mo Lishou was even more distressed; his heart ached, and he let out another howl.
"My goodness!"
Yang Jian is not only more powerful than Nezha, he is also ruthless, cold-blooded, and unreasonable.
He willingly let the sable swallow him whole, then blew the sable to death from its belly, leaving not a single fur behind.
At least Nezha left him a piece of snake meat.
The four demon generals, recalling the scene of being strung together like candied hawthorns and dying in one piece, kept silent, unable to bear the shame.
He simply said in a deep voice:
"Young lady, don't blame us for not reminding you. We were originally sent by the sages to teach the Taoists to go to the Western Paradise. Now that we are dead, you should think carefully about how to explain to the two sages."
The people behind the Four Demon Generals are the Two Sages of the West.
She smiled slightly, "The two Western Saints were fighting over me in the Lingxiao Palace back then!"
Yang Jiao turned her head away without offering any explanation; the more arrogant she looked, the greater her expectations of Maitreya were in her heart.
"Milek, you must work hard!"
Once Western religions are in your hands, let's see who dares to use the future of Buddhism to blackmail you!
Yang Jiao looked down at the battlefield, where ordinary soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.
Nezha and Yang Jian leaned against the Linglong Pagoda, chatting casually.
Inside, Li Jing let out a wheezing sound at just the right moment, as if he was about to stop breathing at any moment.
Although Jinzha and Muzha lost their military merits, they are now free from the venom and have escaped the siege.
The two men were disgusted by the cold-bloodedness of Nezha, who was chatting nonchalantly beside his father, who was still suffering inside, as if he didn't care at all.
Incidentally, she also came to hate Yang Jian.
These two people,
Nezha has a good master, and Yang Jian has a good background.
Otherwise, they would never be like themselves!
Muzha anxiously watched Li Jing breathe heavily but infrequently, and shouted loudly for Nezha:
"Nezha, come quickly and come see your father! He seems to be dying!"
"Oh?" Nezha's eyes lit up.
At this moment, Li Jing, who was inside the tower, had his bones removed by the Corpse Dissolving Technique, and was lying in the tower like a fluid piece of flesh.
Her facial features had all collapsed, and she was no longer recognizable.
He peered through the window with great interest and exclaimed:
"It seems so."
There was no worry in his tone; on the contrary, his voice rose even higher.
Yang Jian glanced at it, handed Nezha a deflated ladder, and said:
"I guess he's faking it."
Nezha's eyes shone even brighter.
He cast an admiring glance at Yang Jian, then suddenly brandished his Fire-Tipped Spear, reached through the window, and stabbed wildly several times.
Hearing this, Li Jing gasped even more urgently in pain.
Yang Jian nodded and said:
"It's all an act. Look at you now, your breathing is much more steady."
Jinzha said with resentment:
"Is this a more stable aura? This aura is completely chaotic!"
Tears welled up in his eyes instantly. Unable to rely on Nezha, he could only look up and call out to Yang Jiao:
"Little Immortal, my father is dying! Please save him!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jiao...
Is Li Jing dying?
I tensed up instantly.
He plunged straight down from the clouds, his eagerness evident on his face, which reassured Jinzha and Muzha.
Yang Jiao was extremely anxious:
He can't die!
Jinzha and Muzha were overjoyed!
Upon hearing this, their faces flushed, and they nodded in agreement:
"Yes, yes, yes, my father is the general of the Yin Shang Dynasty. He is skilled in military tactics and still useful. He absolutely cannot die!"
Yang Jiao nodded as well.
Yes, he's still useful; Li Jing has to die in his place.
The two looked at Yang Jiao with hopeful eyes, hoping that she would change her mind and allow Li Jing to leave the tower to treat him, and then they could find a way to take revenge.
Yang Jiao looked at Li Jing inside the tower with concern and slowly gave him the middle finger.
"The Spirit Official's Seal!"
A single look of contempt gave Li Jing a chance to breathe again.