Chapter 820 It’s Really Unrelated
Jiang Ziya and Ji Fa fainted.

There were many cultivators around them, and they were rescued without much effort.

Jiang Ziya's ability to cultivate immortality was not good, but he was not weak in other aspects. Although Yang Jian and the others tried their best to hide their thoughts, he could see through them at a glance.

He was so angry that he became destitute and miserable for the rest of his life.

Explain the teaching.

Yuanshi Tianzun pays the most attention to the background of his disciples.

Human race!

He is the only one who has entered the human race of the Chan Sect. (I don’t know, but maybe Jiang Ziya is the only one who is human, so let’s just assume it is!)

The cultivation talent of the human race in the Chan sect can be said to be extremely bad, even worse than the monster Shen Gongbao.

But for the sake of immortality, Jiang Ziya endured it.

Later, when he came down the mountain, he suffered a lot of discrimination, especially from his wife, who was in her fifties or sixties and was a virgin, who scolded him all day long.

After much difficulty, he helped Zhou to destroy Zhou and finally felt proud.

As a result, after being sprayed by Wang Ming, he is now completely disgraced.

"The army advances and kills this evil Taoist who is helping Zhou to commit atrocities." Jiang Ziya gave the order directly.

When General Xiqi was about to order the entire army to advance, Yang Jian stepped forward and said:

"Uncle Master, Wuming is not an ordinary person. He is a cultivator. I have fought with him in heaven before. The ordinary army cannot pose any threat to him. Let me do it!"

Jiang Ziya thought about it and felt that ordinary troops would have no effect, so he nodded and said, "Okay! Go, nephew Yang Jian! Be sure to bring me the head of that bastard."

Yang Jian just smiled bitterly in his heart, then took the order and flew out of the army.

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Yang Jian bowed to Wuming and said, "Brother Wuming, since you can ignore the Jade Emperor's threats and come to my wedding, I will give you one last chance to leave Chaoge City immediately."

Wuming shook his head and said, "Yang Jian, you should understand that this is a disaster. I can't avoid it."

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Then don't blame me."

After saying this, a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in Yang Jian's hand.

Wang Ming felt his own cultivation level and found that he was still at the Mahayana stage.

then,

Wang Ming said: "Brother Yang Jian, why are you so angry? We are acquaintances, why don't we sit down and have a chat?"

Yang Jian shouted coldly, "You also want to use your eloquent tongue to make me faint? I, Yang Jian, have no guilty conscience, and my psychological quality is also so fragile."

At the same time, as Yang Jian spoke, the weapon in his hand also slashed out a blade of light. The blade of light, a hundred feet long, crossed the sky, intending to cut Wang Ming in two.

"boom!"

A deep gully was cut into the ground, and all the civil and military officials in the Xiqi army were looking at the smoke and dust nervously.

Ji Fa asked, "Is the evil villain Xiangfu dead?"

Jiang Ziya said: "Yang Jian is the best among the third generation of disciples of my Chan Sect. The attack just now can be said to be Yang Jian's full strength attack. If the man didn't die, he must have been injured."

But a gust of wind blew and the smoke and dust dispersed.

I saw Wang Ming still sitting there, his clothes were not torn at all.

Not only were the clothes not torn, but the chairs were not broken either.

The most infuriating thing is that Wang Ming suddenly found a erhu in his hand.

The erhu was played slowly in Wang Ming's hands.

Yang Jian was a little annoyed when he saw this. He had fought with Wang Ming's clone before, and now that Wuming didn't use the sword, he felt that this was an insult to him: "You simply don't take me seriously."

After saying that, he swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword again, slashing out rays of sword light that covered Wang Ming.

"Boom boom boom!!!!"

Smoke, dust and debris filled the sky, blocking everyone's view again.

This time no one thought that something had happened to Wang Ming, because the sad melody of the erhu solo still echoed on the battlefield.

When Yang Jian was about to take action again, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He flew into the air, turned around and looked at the millions of soldiers behind him. He found that every soldier had tears in his eyes. A kind of sadness that seemed to be real spread among the millions of soldiers.

"Not good! It's inexplicable grief!"

Yang Jian immediately shouted, "Brother Wuming, you are going too far in attacking ordinary people."

He was afraid of the millions of Xiqi troops, and died of a mental breakdown caused by the nameless sadness of "inexplicable grief".

At the same time, he looked at his fellow disciples Nezha, Li Jing, Jin Zha and others who were also immersed in sadness and unable to extricate themselves.

He immediately poured his magical power into the Heavenly Eye, and used Yao Ji's Heavenly Eye, which monitors the lust of all gods, to release powerful ripples of divine power to resist the heart-wrenching mood in the erhu melody.

Wuming sat on a wooden chair, placed the erhu on his legs, and played it slowly.

"Yang Jian, do you know that your life is very sad and pitiful?"

Yang Jian tried his best to resist the sound waves released by Wang Ming, and snorted coldly: "I, Yang Jian, don't need anyone to pity me."

Wuming shook his head and sighed, "Hey! I've always told you that you're young, but you still don't believe me. You've never really thought about your life. You always think that what you do is right, but you don't know that the mistakes you make are fatal."

Yang Jian didn't want to talk to Wang Ming. He was afraid that Wang Ming would throw dirty water on him. But he had to talk to Wang Ming at this time. If Wang Ming focused on releasing his sad mood, he would be unable to bear the harm.

"How did I do that?" Yang Jian asked deliberately in order to distract Wang Ming's attention.

but,

This question brought him tragedy.

"Your mother, Yao Ji, was actually killed by you." The grief expressed by the erhu in Wuming's hand became even stronger.

Wuming's words were like a needle piercing my heart.

"The Jade Emperor appears to be selfless and ruthless, but in fact he is partial to others.

According to the Heavenly Law, Yao Ji's crime should be punished by immediate execution.

In the end, the punishment was imposed on Taoshan."

Yang Jian didn't want to hear these words, but after hearing them, he couldn't help but think about his past. He doubted in his heart, "I really killed myself..."

Wuming said mockingly: "Suppressing Taoshan, what a terrible punishment!"

Yang Jian is not a fool. He has also studied the Heavenly Laws. Cracks have appeared in his iron-hard heart.

Wuming sighed, "The Queen Mother and the Jade Emperor probably thought that Yao Ji's matter should not be publicized or made a big deal, and that she should be locked up for two days! Then leave her there until the limelight has passed.

What's the result?
hehe! "

Yang Jian's heart felt as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the ripples of divine light released by his Heavenly Eye became somewhat unstable.

Wang Ming added, "One day in heaven is one year on earth. If you come out to split the mountain to save your mother before two days have passed, the matter will become a big fuss, and your uncle, the Jade Emperor, will have to handle the matter impartially."

"Did you kill your mother yourself?"

"Puff!" Yang Jian spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I...I...it was me...it was me who killed him..."

Yang Jian is a filial person. His strength comes from his emotions, but Wang Ming uses his emotions to attack Yang Jian.

Wuming played the erhu with an expressionless face, and ripples of sound waves continued to spread out. Without Yang Jian's obstruction, the millions of troops could no longer bear it.

Wang Ming is not a bloodthirsty person, but he must completely destroy the fighting power of these ordinary people.

He was not afraid of Yang Jian and his men, but rather of all these soldiers.

Jiang Ziya was protected by the Central Apricot Yellow Flag, and the actual damage of the sound waves did not hurt him at all, but the sad mood did torture him a little.

He suppressed his sorrow and said, "Master Yang Jian, don't be fooled. That person can confuse right and wrong. Your mother's death has nothing to do with you. It's the Jade Emperor who is too ruthless."

Wuming glanced at Jiang Ziya coldly, then slowly said: "What Jiang Ziya said is actually correct. Your mother's death has nothing to do with you."

For a moment, all those who were able to remain conscious were stunned, wondering how could this guy hit himself in the face.

"Your mother's death was actually a conspiracy."

(End of this chapter)