Chapter 473: Nuwa’s calculation, the demon tribe’s flattery

The demon came to see you off? What are these guys who have just disappeared for a few years?
　　 Yang Jian looked at the situation in the big red sedan chair, but was blocked by a cloud of mist; then, Yang Jian showed a little thought in his eyes and walked towards the gate.
　　 "Big brother, I'll go take a look for you first?" Nezha whispered, and Yang Jian nodded, motioning him to take the lead.
Hundreds of demon women stood outside the camp, making Zhou Jun a little bit boiled up and down; after all, in the eyes of mortal soldiers, these women are all charming and charming. They belong to the kind of people who marry home even if they lose ten years of life. beauty.
　　 But for a monk with a little cultivation level, all he saw were some foxes, no interest.
　　 Waiting for Nezha to run out, Yang Jian just remembered something...
　　 Didn’t he order Nezha to sit in the east? Why did this guy appear so naturally in the Chinese army camp.
　　 "Nezha, you come back to me first."
　　 Nezha shrank his head, turned his head and lost a smile, "Big brother, shouldn't you be thin-faced?"
　　 "The prime minister ordered you to be stationed at the border, why are you here! The lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the frontier army, you will regard it as a trifling matter!"
　　 Yang Jian's eyes were like electricity, and Nezha was suddenly at a loss.
　　 "I happened to rush back to report something to the big brother..." Nezha's heart turned sharply, and he smiled a bit, and before Yang Jian called him, turned his head and ran, stepping on the hot wheel and rushed to the east.
"Humph!"
　　 Yang Jian swept his sleeves, although the surface was quite majestic, he chuckles in his heart.
　　 This guy, after so many fierce battles, but still has such a constant state of mind, really enviable.
　　In other words, is it true that the lotus body is really...it is similar to the sunflower treasure?
　　 Yang Jian couldn't help but have a few more black lines on his forehead, what is this all about! Daoxin can't be calmer these days, and always have these weird thoughts!
Meaningless!
　　 But I thought about it again. If it’s because of Master Taiyi’s usual temperament, maybe in order to let Nezha concentrate on cultivating, he really did a little bit of the lotus body...
　　 I don't want to think about it anymore, after all, it is my younger brother, or the closest younger brother.
　　 Yang Jian was still a little curious in his heart, and decided to take a look at Nezha next time ‘inadvertently’. If he really has a ‘need’ in this regard, he should help him as a senior.
　　 With such determination, Yang Jian had already reached the front of the gate, and the soldiers surrounding this place quickly retreated.
A little far away, you can feel the depressive atmosphere at the Yuanmen; when you get closer, the depression becomes more obvious, but it is the six friends of Meishan who were called by Yang Jian when he heard about Zhong Dajun last time. He was carrying hundreds of immortal soldiers. , Staring at these monsters in front of him.
　　 The grievances between the Meishan clan and the monster clan can't be resolved with just one sentence.
　　Yang Jian said: "You guys don't be anxious, wait until I ask them a sentence or two before you decide."
　　 The six Meishan friends bowed their heads and arched their hands at the same time, and said in unison: "It's all up to the second master!"
　　 "Well," Yang Jian nodded, stepped out of the camp, glanced away, and said coldly: "I think I can't get out of my way to the north to exterminate the demon recently. Have you come here to die?"
As soon as 　　's words fell, Yang Jian's icy killing intent appeared around his body.
　　 This is the momentum that had been condensed in the previous Ten Jue Formation, it was the murderous intent of Yang Jian fighting with the strong these days, his eyes swept away, and he showed his oppression.
Hundreds of female benefactors turned pale at the same time, as if Yang Jian had put a sword on her neck. The weaker cultivation base had already begun to tremble. It was the commander of several big Luojin monsters next to the big red jiaozi. The thought of turning around and fleeing kept on.
　　 Fortunately, a figure fell from the sky and fell behind the demons, and made a beast to Yang Jianyaoyao.
　　 "The true gentleman of Erlang has invited me. Today, I am not here for provocation, but for the sake of the event that the two races of humans and demons will bring together in the future."
　　 Make peace?
　　 Yang Jian's eyes did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh.
　　 The ancestor of the monster clan who suddenly fell, he was somewhat impressed.
　　 At the beginning, at a critical juncture of his retreat, he walked with news for some reason, which caused the Golden Spirit Mother and the Dark Cloud Immortal to come to obstruct at the same time, which triggered a fierce battle.
　　 If it weren't for Yang Jian to absorb Fengshan's Lingyu at the critical moment, even if he could live at this time, there would be dissatisfaction with the 81 profound beads, and it would be difficult for the eighty-nine profound arts to reach the top.
　　 Fortunately, Yang Jian survived, and with the great technique of Nirvana, the nine spine beads were perfected.
　　 In addition to the Jiejiao immortal, two demon clan quasi-sages also appeared on that day, as well as several masters who are suspected of Western teaching.
　　 Fortunately, Lu Chunyang and Bai Ze helped them resist for a while...
　　 "You don't have to ask for peace, if you fight, let's go."
　　 Yang Jian said in a cold voice, taking a step forward, and his Taoist robe kept dancing.
　　 There was a sudden gust of wind blowing in front of him, it was Yang Jian's blood rush forward, disturbing the boundless vitality.
　　 All the demon women were in a mess, the middle-aged scribe and the demon ancestor with a mustache frowned, grabbed a jade seal, and protected the demons in one light film.
　　 The ancestor of the demon race said loudly: "I am waiting to come today, but by the order of the sage empress, I want to make people and the demon race rebuild!"
　　Nuwa’s fate?
　　 Yang Jian settled down, put away his momentum, his eyes finally showed a little solemnity.
　　 Nuwa Empress is still protecting the demon clan, Yang Jian had known about this before; but Nuwa's protection of the demon clan just kept the demon clan from extinction.
　　 For those demon races who still kill mortals with karmic obstacles, even if they have cultivated to a quasi-sage, they can rank among the demon races, but they never ask whether they are dead or alive.
　　 Today, the quasi-sage of the demon race speaks, there is no vision between heaven and earth, obviously it is not a fabricated saint's words, this matter should be true.
　　 Yang Jian still had hesitation in his heart, deliberately shouting out the name of Nu Wa, the one in the Wa Palace would naturally feel it.
　　Yang Jian said: "How did the Nuwa Empress make such a will? Could it be that you are here to confuse the crowd!"
"The true prince of Erlang is really worried. Fortunately, I have also considered these," the middle-aged demon ancestor nodded with a smile, took out a red rope from his sleeve, and said to Yang Jian: "This red rope , Nai Niangniang personally drew the red hydrangea from the innate treasure, which is a hundred times more effective than the old red string of that month. Erlang The true gentleman has excellent eyesight and can distinguish the true from the false."
　　 Yang Jian fixed his eyes to look, and his suspicion became stronger.
　　 The little Taoist rhyme lingering on the red rope is indeed the only innate treasure and saint's magical device. It is a realm of quasi-sage and hard to reach.
　　 Guo really means Nuwa?
　　 Let the demons and humans rebuild well? I also used a red string drawn from the red hydrangea...
　　 This is because he wants Yang Jian to be accused by the human race.
"The monster race slaughtered the human race in ancient times. Now the human race is in great prosperity. Because of the Virgin and Nuwa, it has not killed the monster race. However, many monster races still take cannibalism for pleasure and invite mortals to talk about demons. Yu Hao...it's a bit ironic."
　　 Yang Jian actually wanted to ask, when did the demon race and the human race have friends together?
　　 Nuwa made the human race, the monster race used this as food, but Nuwa did not stop...
　　Yang Jian sighed in his heart, although the saint Nuwa is the saint who created the human race, she is from a monster race after all.
"The true monarch of Erlang really underestimated himself," the scribe-like demon ancestor laughed, "At this time, the true monarch is famous in the immortal and common worlds, and his profound skills are amazing, and he is also the relative of the heavenly jade emperor. The marshal of Feng. If the true monarch can tie the knot with the same important people in my monster clan, how can he not set an example for the people and monsters of the Three Realms? Surely this way, the monsters and people will be able to reverse the situation of incompetence at this time. , The two clans hand in hand to defend the prehistoric state.
　　 Such things are really justified, but Yang Jian is too lazy to say something and said directly:
　　 "I think it would be more peaceful if there were no demon races."
　　As soon as these words came out, the group of monsters was shocked, and the quasi-sage of the monster race also changed a lot, staring at Yang Jian, unable to say a word.
　　 Between heaven and earth, a seemingly unpredictable coercion appeared without warning and fell on Yang Jian.
　　 Yang Jian felt a little bit in his heart. He looked up, but saw that the calm day of the day was full of waves.
　　 The saint is warning him.
　　 Yang Jian sighed secretly in his heart, and immediately understood something--why the master would say that the sage Nuwa wants to accept Xiaochan'er as a disciple, there is no direct connection between the two, and they have never met.
　　 Xiao Chan'er's talents and blessings are not too strong, how can he be so simplely admired by the saint?
　　 This is just a deal between Nuwa and him.
　　 He had been calculating all this since he borrowed the twenty-four lotus platform, which made him feel that he owed the great favor of Nuwa, and then on the condition of accepting Yang Xiaochan as a disciple, Yang Jian nodded and agreed to marry a demon girl today.
　　 In terms of fame, Yang Jian only needs to order people to preach, this is the will of the saint, and he can't disobey, he can easily embrace the beauty.
but……
　　 "Dare to ask who is the woman in the sedan chair?"
　　 Yang Jian asked coldly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com's words seem to be loose.
　　 "Naturally, she is the most beautiful woman of my demons, and her cultivation is also in the realm of quasi-sages, and she has a lot to do with the true monarch.
　　 The middle-aged scribe chuckled and said something. When he raised his hand, the two demon women who carried the sedan chair pressed the sedan chair down. The middle-aged scribe himself walked over and lifted the sedan curtain.
　　 Dahongxi robe embroidered with Qingluan, three inches light foot on the show.
　　The slender willow waist is not enough to grasp, the lips are red and the eyes are beautiful.
Wearing a red dress with a tube top, the snow-white skin is exposed, but it does not appear to be so enchanting; the long hair is tied in the phoenix crown, the small bead curtain hides the beautiful face, but the eyes have three eyes. It was charming, cowardly, ignorant, and bowed to Yang Jian Yingying.
　　 "The little girl has seen the true gentleman of Erlang, please feel sorry for the true gentleman."
　　 But at this moment, Yang Jian's face is really cold to the extreme!
　　Behind him, Meishan's six friends stared at the same time, one by one staring at each other with turbulence.
　　 Why?
　　 What else, this is not someone else, but the ancestor of Meishan, Mei Kongmei!
　　 But the middle-aged scribe seemed to have anticipated the reaction of Yang Jian and the others, and immediately passed a voice to Yang Jian: "The true monarch is not anxious, the true monarch is not anxious. Although she is Mei Kong Mei, she is not Mei Kong Mei."
"I originally wanted to imprint Mei Kongmei's soul with mystery, and give the true monarch a peerless stunner, but the saint's wife herself took the initiative to restore Mei Kongmei's demon soul to its origin. Today, her temperament has not been set, and her mind is like How old are the children, the true monarch self-trained...
　　 The demonic ancestor hadn't finished speaking, Yang Jian suddenly stepped out and rushed here!
　　 He actually did it directly, no more nonsense.