Chapter 452: Seeking God Pearl

In the dead of night, the backyard of Yang Mansion.
　　 Yang Jian stood by the attic window, watching the full moon; the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the Tianhe was looming.
　　 The joy and laughter in the courtyard are still in the night breeze, and they refuse to disperse.
　　 The flat peaches brought back by Yang Jian were eaten by the family's female family members in the pavilion. Although Ao Xinke deliberately pushed her way, she was forced to feed one by Yang Jian after returning to the house.
　　 This flat peach is a great tonic for the little chan'er who has not become a golden immortal. It can increase her lifespan and improve her aptitude, and a single one can protect her into a long life.
　　 For monks with cultivation levels like Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, Pan Tao is just adding a little mana.
　　 But Yang Jian insisted on putting a bowl of water on the level, watching his mother and Xiao Chan'er eat flat peaches, doing both soft and hard, supplemented by punishment in the room, so that Ao Xinke would also eat one, so that he was willing to give up.
　　 A bowl of water must be level.
　　In the predicament, it is also necessary to pay attention to the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. This can be regarded as a problem that has given men a headache since ancient times.
　　 "My husband is thinking about Zhao Gongming?" Ao Xinke shouted softly, walked behind Yang Jian, hugged Yang Jian's waist, put her chin on Yang Jian's shoulder, and leaned quietly for a while.
　　 "Yeah," Yang Jian seemed to react slowly, and it took a long time before he answered.
　　 "I shouldn't have said this for my wife, but the husband still needs to consider a little bit carefully and take care of all sides," Ao Xinke said softly, "No matter which saint, he can't be evil, he won't be evil."
　　 Yang Jian was stunned, then nodded slightly, knowing that Ao Xinke was worried about him, and raised his hand to pat Ao Xinke's little hand.
　　 Interpretation and teaching saint Yuanshi Tianzun is his master and his current patron; Yuanshi Tianzun can accommodate burning lanterns and Manjusri, he will not directly tear his skin, and really do things absolutely.
　　 As long as he thinks about everything for the sake of elucidating and teaching, the master will shelter him. Needless to say.
　　Tongtian leader, cut off the teaching...
　　It's not that Zhao Gongming can't kill, but that Zhao Gongming said to Yang Jian before that, for the Taoist school, for the sake of the three religions, the mind is one of the most sober people of the two religions.
　　 Such a selfless and public person, if he kills him without blinking his eyes, there will be congestion in his heart.
　　 is even more a pity.
　　 "Xin Ke, I bother you."
　　 "Whatever the husband said, you and I, as a husband and wife, will be both prosperous and ruined. We are one."
　　 Ao Xinke murmured softly, if she was not worried about Yang Jian, she would have thought about these twists and turns.
　　 turned around and hugged his wife into his arms. Yang Jian looked at the moon and thought of the relatives and friends in his hometown. Although those figures were still clear, they were farther and farther away.
　　What is the road ahead...
　　 Yang Jian doesn't know, but he will keep going like this, continue to grow stronger, and protect everything behind him.
　　 "Xin Ke, you haven't returned to the Dragon Palace for a long time."
　　 "My husband has something to entrust to Dragon Palace?"
"Well, I want you to help me check the origin of Dinghai God Orb," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, "There should be 36 Dinghai God Orbs, and where the other twelve fall, there may be someone in the Dragon Palace. know."
　　The dragons are in charge of the four seas, and the Dinghai Shenzhu is related to the Great Dao of Water. This clue should exist.
　　 Ao Xinke nodded lightly, and said, "It shouldn't be too late, I'll leave."
　　 "I'll see you for a ride, it's quite unstable outside at this time."
　　 "Well," Ao Xinke was full of tenderness and took the initiative to come forward. Yang Jian was naturally rude and asked for it wantonly.
　　 Half an hour later, Yang Jian sent Ao Xinke to the coast of the East China Sea. Ao Xinke escaped into the sea and disappeared without a trace.
　　 Yang Jian turned around and flew back to Xiqi. He was not flying fast or slow along the way, and he should also relax.
　　 Master is now in a state of being out of the mountain, and no one will come to him without a long eye.
　　 Burning lamp...Dinghai Shenzhu...
　　 If the Sea God Pearl is extremely important to the burning of lanterns and to Western teachings, he should also beware of the quasi-tides who suddenly jump out to suppress Zhao Gongming.
　　 But if this is the case, Sanxiao’s resentment will naturally fall on the heads of Western teachers, and the Jiuqu Yellow River Array will be sent to Xiniu Hezhou, directly destroying the foundation accumulated by Western religion?
　　 Yang Jian almost laughed.
　　 But these are just casual thoughts. Heaven's way intervenes, the way door should be robbed, and Western religions watch the fire from side to side. It is difficult to set fire to them.
　　 There was no disturbance all the way, Yang Jian returned to Zhou Ying, taking advantage of the high moon and night, sneaking to the camp of Nezha, and stepping in.
　　 "Who?" Nezha was alert, he immediately jumped up from the bed, and he almost threw the slip he was holding.
　　 "I, give you this."
　　 Yang Jian raised his hand and threw it over a flat peach. Nezha grabbed it in his hand a little puzzled, and immediately smelled the tempting fragrance, opened his mouth and bit down.
　　 "Wow, there is a lot of peach water! Where did you do it, big brother?"
　　 "Rewarded by the Queen Mother," Yang Jian walked around in the camp. Nezha's camp was filled with weapons and treasures, but there was not much killing and killing.
　　Sure enough, the disciples of Uncle Taiyi also took the path of overwhelming people with treasures.
　　 "Go and call Lei Zhenzi and Tianhua, there are not many peaches, I have to leave a few to honor Master."
　　 "Hey," Nezha immediately understood Yang Jian's meaning, smiled and agreed, and ran out with Pantao in his mouth.
　　 Soon, Nezha, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, and Huang Tianhua gathered in Nezha’s tent, and one of them grabbed a flat peach, and there was a small tasting peach meeting.
　　 Twelve flat peaches were given to the family members of the family. Four of them were enjoyed by himself and the three juniors. Yang Jian sealed the remaining four in a brocade box and prepared to give them to his master.
　　 A single flat peach, which was given to other uncles and uncles, was also a little embarrassed to shoot.
　　 and explain what kind of knowledge it is to teach the twelve golden immortals, just flat peach...
　　 ranks high among the ten congenital spiritual roots, and the protection of heavenly merits has been cultivated since ancient times. This is a mere word.
　　 Yang Jian smiled and said, "Remember to put away all the peach cores, maybe you can grow spiritual roots in the future."
　　 The three juniors immediately gathered the peach pits with serious faces, and amused Yang Jian with a chuckle.
　　 The three of them are all heavenly generals after they are entrusted to the gods. Who can't eat flat peaches? Yang Jian said this just to make them laugh.
　　 But at that time, most of them were already successful in cultivation, and tasting flat peaches was not very useful. It's like now. After eating the flat peaches, the three of them immediately began to make great works, and the breath of the whole body began to rise...
　　 The cultivation base can increase a lot.
　　 asked the three of them to practice, Yang Jian left this account and went to the main account surrounded by fairy lights.
　　 The twelve golden immortals are naturally still there. They are here to break the Shijue Formation. If the Shijue Formation is not broken, they will naturally not return.
　　 The twelve golden immortals either sat and talked about the Tao, or taught the sutras to their disciples, or closed their eyes to rest their minds and realize the Tao.
　　 Yang Jian moved forward, approached his master, and offered the brocade box.
　　 "Master."
　　 "Well," Yu Ding smiled and nodded, putting away the brocade box, without saying much.
　　 Although I can't use it, it is the disciple's intention after all.
　　 Taiyi sighed faintly next to him, "A master is inferior to the master."
　　 Yang Jian was suddenly embarrassed.
　　 Yuding didn't answer the conversation, closing his eyes and resting, seemed quite contented.
Taiyi was about to speak, but Yang Jian coughed and brought the topic to business. "Masters, uncles and uncles, tomorrow we will determine the victory in the first battle. If I can kill Zhao Gongming, I will go to the Ten Jue Array. They are broken one by one. If the uncle and uncle have broken the remaining five formations, please ask a party in the formation tomorrow."
　　 All the immortals are good, Yang Jian took the opportunity to say goodbye, and went to drink and talk with the two immortals Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, which was quite busy.
　　 The night is permeating, and there is a deep valley overflowing with monsters tens of thousands miles north of Zhouying.
　　 That demon-like spirit is just to cover up people's eyes and ears, and several figures are like nothingness, hidden in the depths of this valley, seeming to be discussing something.
　　 There is a cave depicting a great array of bullying. The burning lamp sits in one corner, and a lame Taoist sits in the other corner, but the figure in the deepest part of the cave is haunted by the mist and can't be seen.
　　 "Dinghai Shenzhu must be in your hands," the man in the deepest place said.
　　 Burning the lamp said: "Then Yang Jian is bound to win the Dinghai God Orb, and the Jade Ding is by his side, so he can't start at all."
The man said again: "What I lack most in teaching is the treasure of suppressing air luck. Thirty-six Dinghai Divine Orbs have been prestigious since before the opening of the sky. As long as these 24 orbs are started, I can teach you this. Suppress the education movement."
　　 The lame old man smiled, "It is said that it is light, everyone knows that those 24 beads are foreign treasures, naturally all of them are jealous, how can they easily let it go?"
　　 "Just let me get this treasure," Luan Deng said, "you can be foolproof."
　　 The lame old Taoist is a little more happier, "Listening to the thoughts of the Taoist friends, it seems that there is no going in or out?"
　　 "I am the deputy leader, they dare not take action against me," Ran Deng explained one more sentence, and then stopped talking and closed his eyes.
　　 "Since this is the case, I also ask Daoist Lu Ya to find opportunities to take action."
　　 "I never got half the benefit, why did I shoot?"
　　 "If this matter can be achieved, the poor Dao will agree to what the Daoist mentioned a hundred years ago," the figure said softly, "If the Daoist wants to revitalize the monster race, I would like to help."
After the words fell, the figure in the deepest part of the cave slowly disappeared~EbookFREE.me~ Tomorrow I will take action with fellow daoists," Ran Lan said so, the figure also disappeared into the cave wall, silently Disappeared.
　　 The lame Taoist was naturally the tenth Prince of the Golden Crow in ancient times, and now the Taoist Lu Ya; he limped out of the cave with the gourd on his back, and whispered two words of the ancient monster.
　　 abruptly, a chuckle came from the side.
　　 "You and Western teachers calculate this, and in the end it will be a bamboo basket to draw water, and it will be empty. The two saints can't wait to shave the ground and three feet of temperament, how can they save you a little bit of benefit?"
　　 Lu Ya seemed to have been accustomed to the strangeness of the people coming, and he squinted his eyes and swept over, his face cold.
　　 "Tianyan, when will you let me see my mother?"
"Didn't I say, after the gods," Tianyan Daozi put on a cloak, hiding in the cloak, "Let me guess what you are thinking? You seem to want that Dinghai God Orb to suppress your demonic luck. ?"
　　 Lu Ya did not answer.
　　 Tianyan Daozi sat on a tree branch, shaking his feet boringly, "I really don't know why you have to be obsessed with air luck. The rise and fall of a hundred races are just the evolution of the heavens. In fact, it has nothing to do with air luck."
　　 Taoist Lu Ya sneered: "You can jump out of the Three Realms, and you can point fingers at us who are not detached."
"Transcendence, how can it be so easy," Tian Yan's figure loomed into the thick fog, "If you want to make a move, you might as well think ahead of time how to frame the blame for the immortal Chanjiao, I don't want you to die in the Conferred God so early. Zhao Although Gongming is great, his three younger sisters are the real cruel people."
　　 Hearing this, Lu Ya frowned suddenly, stood there thinking for a moment, a slight sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.