Chapter 311 Misunderstanding
Yang Jian flew like a cloud, and in less than half a day, he arrived at Guanjiangkou.

The yellow water is boiling and the sky is filled with evil spirits.

In the middle of the water, there is a large protruding mountain with flags flying on it, and layers of formations block the raging yellow water.

Several shrimp soldiers and crab generals jumped out of the water: "Who are you? If you take another step forward, don't blame our great king for his ruthless water magic!"

Yang Jian frowned slightly: "What if I insist on passing?"

"Are you in league with the humans over there? You deserve to be killed!"

Upon hearing this, the monsters bared their fangs and claws, rolled up the yellow water in the river, and pressed down towards Yang Jian.

"court death!"

Yang Jian thought they were just some small monsters. He was too lazy to use his three-pointed, double-edged sword. He just stretched out one hand and used the power of heaven and earth to bless his arm.

With a palm strike, a strong wind exploded and hit the water heavily, shattering the monsters hidden in it.

Red and green colors gradually emerged in the dirty yellow water, and the monster's blood and organs mixed in it, making it increasingly dirty.

The devil eye opened from between his eyebrows and absorbed all the spirits of these monsters. However, these spirits were completely a drop in the bucket for Yang Jian's current level of cultivation.

After Yang Jian took action, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest, and the surrounding evil spirits gathered towards where he was standing.

Huang Tianhua chuckled in his heart: This guy really doesn't hesitate to attack his own men in order to pretend to be more convincing.

He felt very happy and wished that this fake Yang Jian would start a killing spree here to see how many water monsters he could kill before he would feel sorry for them.

Yang Jian didn't know what Huang Tianhua was thinking. Seeing the monsters gathering, he didn't want to fight here. If he was to rule Shu for the Heavenly Court in the future, these monsters would be his subjects. Moreover, the great catastrophe of the Conferred God was imminent, and these monsters would be forces that could be utilized. It would be a pity to kill them.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian urged the white clouds and headed towards the army formation.

Seeing Yang Jian so impatient, Huang Tianhua became more and more certain that this Yang Jian was an impostor monster.

When he arrived in front of the formation, he used a secret method to create a gap in the formation, allowing several people to enter.

Huang Tianhua led Yang Jian and several others to a tent to temporarily settle them down, and said that he would go and ask his father Huang Feihu to come over.

Afterwards, Huang Tianhua went to see Huang Feihu and told him that a monster had impersonated Yang Jian and had been tricked into a tent by him.

Huang Feihu was surprised: "How strong is that demon?"

"He is much stronger than me. I feel that if I fight him head-on, I have no chance of winning."

Huang Feihu immediately guessed, "Could the monster pretending to be Yang Jian be that evil dragon?"

"It's almost certain! Why not activate the formation and trap that guy? Force him to stop the flooding so that the army can get out of trouble."

Huang Tianhua's eyes revealed murderous intent: "Even if the monster refuses to obey, the formation is enough to severely damage it. When the time comes, I will be able to completely suppress it with the precious sword given by Master!"

Huang Feihu: "If the formation is used to trap the monster, the protection of Huangshui will be reduced. The monster from the outside will cause chaos. To be on the safe side, we need to invite the real Shu Hou to come over. With his help, we can be absolutely safe!"

In the tent.

Yang Jian and Huo Ling sensed that there were many people surrounding the tent.

Huo Ling's eyes were filled with worry: "Yang Jian, the atmosphere here is not good! I'm afraid that guy named Huang Tianhua has bad intentions, this might be a trap!"

Yang Jian didn't care: "Senior Sister Huo Ling, don't panic. With our strength, we can easily walk across this Shu land. Even if there is a trap, we can walk through it as if it were flat ground. They said I've been here before. I want to see who has the guts to pretend to be me!"

He just finished speaking.

Suddenly I felt a fluctuation of magical power.

Yang Jian looked up and saw the tent suddenly falling down. Huo Ling was prepared, and saw the golden Taoist crown on her head flashing, wrapping Yang Jian and Deng Chanyu in the center, supporting the attack.

At this point the tent shattered.

The soldiers guarding the tent were revealed.

Huang Tianhua held the Moye Sword in his hand and said, "Evil spirit, how dare you impersonate the Marquis of Shu? You have already fallen into my formation. If you don't surrender, you will have a chance to survive. Otherwise, don't blame me for my ruthless sword!"

Yang Jian folded his arms and asked with a smile: "Let me see how ruthless the sword you wield is!"

"How dare you! How dare you be so presumptuous when you are in danger!"

Huang Tianhua was furious when he saw the monster was so rampant. A plate appeared in his hand and he controlled the formation to strengthen its power.

As he injected his magic power, he found that he was completely unable to do anything to the three people in front of him.

The golden light emitted by the golden crown on the head of the woman in the red dress firmly resisted the pressure of the formation.

Huang Tianhua was shocked. This magic weapon was extremely powerful. He could already sense that the essence in the bronze tripod was being consumed rapidly and it could only last for half an hour at most.

"Don't waste your energy. Let Huang Feihu come to see me."

Yang Jian said casually.

"Don't be so arrogant, watch out for the sword!"

Huang Tianhua made up his mind, drew out the pair of Moye swords, and stabbed straight out.

Then, a ray of golden light emitted from the golden crown on the head of the woman in red skirt suddenly split apart and knocked Moye's sword away.

"Om~"

The Moye sword was hit hard, and the sword body trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

Huang Tianhua only felt a sweetness in his throat. He forced his internal energy to suppress the blood that was stuck in his throat.

"What kind of magic weapon is this!"

Huang Tianhua was shocked and angry.

"This is the Golden Cloud Crown. You are a disciple of the True Lord Qingxu Daode, but you have never even heard of this magic weapon!"

Yang Jian sneered mercilessly.

The Golden Cloud Crown is the Fire Spirit's signature magic weapon. Logically speaking, even if the Orthodox Sect looks down on the Demon Sect, it should only look down on the other alien disciples.

Huo Ling is the only disciple of Taoist Duobao, but these people have never paid any attention to him. They are really ignorant.

"Golden Crown!"

Huang Tianhua's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out, and he didn't even hear Yang Jian's ridicule of his ignorance.

He had naturally heard of the Golden Cloud Crown: "Isn't this Senior Sister Huo Ling's magic weapon!"

His heart suddenly jumped at this moment. If the woman in the red skirt was the Holy Mother of Fire of Jiejiao, then doesn't it mean that Yang Jian following her is real!
Thinking of this, Huang Tianhua had a bad feeling in his heart.

If this Yang Jian is real, then wouldn’t the previous Yang Jian be fake?
But did Yang Jian really provide the army with enough rations to sustain it for half a month? If he was an imposter, then what was the purpose of this action?
Huang Tianhua quickly lifted the suppression of the formation, sheathed the Moye sword, and saluted: "Huang Tianhua greets Senior Sister Huo Ling. I misunderstood Senior Sister Huo Ling and Senior Brother Yang Jian. I hope you can forgive me."

He had to bow his head. Huo Ling had a very high status and cultivation among the three generations of disciples of Jiejiao, only second to Yu Yuan, the first of the three generations of disciples. None of the three generations of disciples of Chenjiao could compare with him.

(End of this chapter)