Chapter 553: 4 Holy Qizhi

　　 Thousands of miles away, the celestial beings are facing each other far away, and Jiepaiguan and more than a dozen human towns are all shrouded in the sky.
The Sanqing saint disappeared immediately after he appeared, and to connect with the disciples of the Dao Sect's strongest, it should be to fight in the chaos outside the sky.
The sage can re-practice wind, fire, water, and soil, or drive the heavens and surpass the principles of the Tao. If they really fight in the land of the five continents, if they miss a little, the five continents may no longer exist.
That's another way of fighting.
Yang Jian was standing on a lonely hill, and the earth in a radius of hundreds of miles was wavy and fixed again...
This is the scene after he hit the land when he shot Yuan Hong into the ground.
"Ran?"
Yang Jian's spiritual sense searched the ground, and Yuan Hong was completely nowhere to be seen. He snorted and did not stay much.
Returning to the place where the evangelists gathered, some of the twelve golden immortals of the evangelism were being guarded inside, and each of them meditated to recover from the injuries burned by the four swords of Zhuxian.
Taoist Huanglong suffered the least injury. At this time, he was also the backbone of all the immortals present. Seeing Yang Jian flying over, he took the initiative to welcome him.
"Are you injured?"
Yang Jian shook his head, "Has Uncle Uncle ever been injured?"
"My life is very big," Taoist Huang Long laughed, "Come on, you saved a lot of the lives of your fellow students this time, and you won the commendation from the teacher."
"Let's talk about it after this battle."
Yang Jian went to check the injuries of the next few uncles, and wanted to see if he could help. After turning for a half circle, he found that he might as well sit in front of the battle and deter the immortals.
These Jiejiao immortals are considered to be without a leader at this time, and if they go to war at this time, they may be able to severely damage the backbone of Jiejiao.
But there is no one who can give orders to the Immortal Chant, unless Yang Jian takes the initiative to stand up and raise his arms, but Yang Jian... also doesn't have that fighting spirit.
To them, the battle of saints is like mortals watching gods fight, and they can't help feeling a little powerless in their hearts.
Yang Jian closed his eyes and rested his mind, adjusted his state to perfection, and coped with the changes.
Not long after, the real Taiyi came over with a cloud, sat beside Yang Jian, and called Yang Jian back from reverie.
"Worried about your master?"
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded and agreed, "If the sages make real fire... Master has never been sanctified."
"The three masters shouldn't really fight to the death, the friendship of countless Yuanhui is here," Taiyi real person raised his hand and nodded a few times on his chest, then let out a sigh of relief. , And I have to fight against each other. With such a catastrophe, where are we going to go?"
Yang Jian asked in a low voice, "Uncle Uncle, how are you hurt?"
"I can't die, those Zhuxian Four Swords are really domineering and live up to their reputation."
Taiyi smiled pretentiously, but couldn't help but frown, a little embarrassed in front of Yang Jian.
A few streamers flew from the western sky, but they were the remaining few of the Twelve Golden Immortals. The saints appeared and alarmed them who were in retreat, and they came out to support them.
There were more reinforcements on the side of Jiediao, but the immortals who were not too outstanding in Jiediao came, and there was not much threat.
At this time, the pressure on the Jiejiao immortals was obviously much greater than that of the Chanjiao immortals.
The three sages are fighting against the law. Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun are clearly in a unified camp. The leader of Tongtian is opposite to the two sages. Even with the assistance of the Zhuxian Sword Array and the four major disciples, it is unlikely that they will win simply facing the two sages.
What's more, Yuding Zhenren and Xuantu appeared, and both of them have the ability to fight against the saints to protect themselves, and join forces with Guangchengzi...
No matter what the calculation is, all the immortals of Jiejiao feel that their chances of winning are really small.
At this time, all the immortals had to think about where they should go if the leader is defeated.
And through this speechless panic, several people continued to speak among the Jiejiao immortals, but they were pointing out a clear road to the west for some people with weak Taoism.
There is a mixture of fish and dragons in the teaching, and there are people from the West who fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the situation to save people in secret, but there is nothing surprising.
As for Wuyun Daxian, the sectarians at the top of the teaching, no one would ask them whether to change their teachings. At this time, they did not find any disciples strange.
"Uncle, how long does it usually take for saints to fight?" Yang Jian asked by the side.
"I don't know that sage masters rarely take shots, or that they have very few opportunities to take shots after being sanctified," Taiyi shook his head, "Waiting for this, it shouldn't be too long."
Yang Jian nodded and continued to meditate.
After half a day, Tai Yi's complexion recovered a lot, and the red sperm who came to support the overall situation here, he and Huang Long were relieved.
Master Taiyi asked, "Yang Jian, has your master ever mentioned the matter of sanctification again?"
"I haven't heard Master mention it..." Yang Jian frowned in thought, and said solemnly, "Master hasn't he given up yet?"
"Want to give up chasing the avenue, it is easier said than done," the real Taiyi smiled freely, "Born for the Tao, and died for the Tao. If you can't reach the top of the avenue, you will integrate yourself into the avenue without worry. Zhong. This is the real monk. He is unknown in the prehistoric China because he doesn't fight against others, and he has one heart and one mind. Your master is such a character."
"Master he..."
Yang Jian looked at the bronze cauldron under the primordial tree. If Master had such plans, he should return the cauldron.
It can save Master's life at the critical moment.
Real Taiyi smiled and said, "Are you worried about your teacher?"
"Although sanctification is Master's lifelong pursuit, but he spends his life to win..."
"If you don't have to go to blog, how can you do things that others can't do, how can you pick flowers and fruits that others can't pick," Taiyi Zhenren shook his head slightly, "You have family relatives and friends. To the realm of your master."
Yang Jian nodded with a wry smile. He really didn't think it had any concrete meaning to fight for the chance of sanctification that was uncertain and uncertain.
In fact, he really wanted to ask his master, if the obsession of his life is for sanctification, what should he do after sanctification?
The avenue has no end, and the avenue has an end.
Perhaps one day, Yang Jian will also stand before the threshold of sanctification. If he can't protect the whole family without stepping over, then he will really fight for his life.
It is not to pursue the great road, but to pursue the power of protecting the road, protecting oneself, and protecting the people around the body.
If that were the case, he would be lucky enough to step through the moat to prove the Tao, and he would not feel lonely for the rest of his life.
"What is the uncle seeking?"
Yang Jian turned his head and asked, the real Taiyi thought, and finally laughed.
"Indulge in wine and sing, go beyond the mountains and forests, cultivate the way to find the truth, understand and realize it in one day."
Madam Taiyi sighed with a smile, "I ask for the pleasure of my heart, and the innocence of the Dao. No one can deceive me, my heart is free!"
"Uncle is so spirited!" Yang Jian gave a thumbs up, and the real Tai Yi smiled happily.
Daoist Huanglong didn't know when he arrived behind them, and said quietly: "I'm asking for the easiest thing, Junior Brother Taiyi, if you divide your treasure house in the mountain by 30%, you can fulfill my wish for the rest of my life."
Master Taiyi sneered, "Yun Zhongzi is the best at refining tools. Just go to him and ask for it, why bother to me."
"This," Daoist Huang Long sat cross-legged beside Real Taiyi, sighed, "I asked for three or four spiritual treasures before, but they were either lost or damaged. No matter how thick-skinned the poor Dao is, he can't be embarrassed to ask for it."
Yang Jian: So, Uncle Huang Long, what are you doing shouting so loudly?
Yun Zhongzi, who was healing not far away, chuckled, sitting on the futon and floated to Huang Longdao's side, and smiled: "I recently practiced some gadgets. There are too few Zhengku disciples and no one is available. You are not as good as Huanglong. Take it for fun."
After saying that, a few treasures with flowing light flew out of the sleeves, one spiritual treasure and two immortal treasures, which are considered to be generous.
"How embarrassing it is!" Taoist Huang Long grabbed the Lingbao short knife, held it in his hand, and squinted, "I invite you to drink some other day."
Yun Zhongzi immediately raised his beard and chuckled, apparently already used to Huanglong Taoist.
Yang Jian was dumbfounded while watching, feeling that he was still...too young...
The two figures flew up slowly, avoiding Yang Jian, and went to their master's side to greet the master about his injuries. Naturally it was Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu.
Yang Jianquan didn't see it, but listened to Yun Zhongzi and Taiyi Zhenren talking about the scriptures there, quietly waiting for the result of the saint war.
At the Zhou army station, Xiao Lan and Princess Long Ji were sitting in the chariot. Before the battle between the immortals and the sword of Zhu Xian, the two of them really gave Yang Jian a few cold sweats.
Fortunately, Yang Jian supported it, and it was the Zhuxian Sword Formation arranged by the four major disciples of Taiji Tu to forcibly resist. The scene shocked the two of them.
"My brother has such courage, he will be a marshal in the heaven in the future, and I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing," Princess Longji murmured worriedly.
Xiao Lan nodded lightly, "Mortals often say that they have a high level of power, which is also applicable to the Heavenly Court of the Xian Family. Yang Jian is really too strong, and he will definitely arouse a lot of fear."
"Well," Long Ji nodded lightly. "My younger brother had talked with me Bingzhuye earlier. He once said that he would return to the mountain after he was entrusted with the gods. He didn't want to go to the heaven to mix things with him. He should have this consideration."
"At a young age, he wanted to return to the mountains and forests. He is really old enough."
Xiao Lan took the opportunity to ridicule, Long Ji smiled.
"It can only be said that he is not an ambitious man, but this is excellent."
"Men have no ambitions~EbookFREE.me~ don't they just look like women?" Xiao Lan sat there with her arms folded, remembering the awkwardness with Yang Jian before, and sulking again, "If I had Yang Jian like this The strength has long since turned the sky upside down!"
Princess Longji patted her forehead, scanning Xiao Lan with a smile, obviously she wanted to say something, but didn't say much.
The Million Zhou Army was also waiting here, waiting for Yang Jian to return and stepping into the layered "earth waves" ahead.
Huang Feihu was riding a five-color sacred bull looking out at a mountaintop, feeling weak when he saw the road ahead.
"This is the monk fighting technique..."
With emotion, the scout was sent to explore the way, searching for a feasible path for the army.
He is like a world commander with a fairy family style all over his body, just doing his job well.
With a light sigh, he blended into the wind, Huang Feihu rode a five-color sacred cow swaying down the mountain, it was getting late, and he wanted to set up a camp.
When the sky burned to the west, the two rhymes of Taoism suddenly came from the west, overwhelming, mysterious and profound, and the breeze between the heavens and the earth brought a little fragrance.
The immortals of the two religions stood up to be on guard, but fortunately, these two breaths just passed over here, and suddenly disappeared.
The immortals hurriedly discussed why these two sacred breaths that suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly came from...
Soon, the two religious immortals remembered a rumor.
Zhu Xian Sword Formation is not unbreakable for the Four Saints.
Now the Four Saints are one...