Chapter 640: Lao Jun Qing Niu

Longevity does not remember the years, and the practice does not matter the years.
　　 It has been more than 800 years since the Heavenly Court cleaned up Central China. Everywhere in the land seems to have forgotten the node where the fairy road collapsed, and the originally silent Central China has gradually become alive.
　　Xianmen has completely become an ‘institution’ for transporting heavenly soldiers and generals to the heavenly court, but most of the immortal gates can retain some outstanding disciples, inheriting the immortal methods of this school, and survive for a long time in Central China.
　　 The State of Zhou in Nanzhou has arrived, and the Zhou room is about to fall, and the princes are in chaos.
　　 Although Yang Jian had all sorts of arrangements at the beginning, he barely extended Zhou's luck for two hundred years, but the wheels of heaven rolled by, and the dunya was once again caught in a long war.
　　 However, all parts of the southern part of the continent were sealed off by heaven. The monks were no longer able to enter, no one could interfere with the evolution of heaven, and no catastrophe was born.
When it comes to the suppression of the Immortal Dao by the Heavenly Court, it is not how many masters have been forced to join the Heavenly Court, nor is it that some famous celebrities are slapped to death by the master of Chaotian Pavilion, but Erlang) "The four words Zhenjun.
　　 broke into the Lingxiao Palace and trampled on the emperor's power.
　　 The Jade Emperor ruled the entire Three Realms with his extraordinary wrist, but one person stood up and shaken the foundation of his rule.
Yang Jian.
　　 The Jade Emperor’s nephew seemed to be going to confront the Jade Emperor; and this time, the Jade Emperor couldn’t help Yang Jian’s threats, and only dared to make some painless verbal punishments.
　　The Heavenly Soldiers and the Celestial Realm respected Meishan, and the gods of all walks of life did not dare to go to the Guanjiangkou to stroll. Yang Jian was not afraid of the Jade Emperor, but big men like Zhao Gongming had to be a little afraid of the Jade Emperor.
　　 Some people say that the Jade Emperor can't escape the control of Taoism;
　　 Some people also said that these are all big chess sets arranged by the saints. From the very beginning, Yang Jian was trained to restrain the Jade Emperor's imperial power.
　　 Really speaking, the Jade Emperor is also very pitiful.
　　 On the cliff of Meishan Mountain, Xiao Lan, who has just left the customs, is dressed in white, really like an orchid in full bloom in the valley.
　　 Compared with when she was going to retreat, she now has a three-point more ethereal and dusty temperament, and a little more calm and peaceful maturity; there is also the shyness of the young girl Huaichun between her brows, as if everything is just right, it is in Huashao.
　　 "Will you find him then?" Xiao Lan muttered in a low voice. Just as she was about to drive the clouds to Guanjiangkou, she was called by a few fairies flying below.
　　 "Miss Xiao Lan, the mistress is calling you over to eat."
　　 Xiao Lan blinked, then chuckled lightly and murmured: "Yes, it's always necessary to please the mother-in-law."
　　 After saying this, the figure floats down, the beauty is extraordinary, the fairy is moving, and the fairies are a little stunned.
　　 Meishan is also much more lively than it was 800 years ago. There are more than a dozen immortal gates gathered outside Meishan. The monsters retreat and Western religions also set up a monastery here.
　　 But the corner of Meishan is still quite clean, Xiao Lan fell in front of the attic hanging on the cliff and heard two phoenix sounds, but it was Feng Wu and Feng Shan who were also called by Yao Ji to come to the banquet.
　　 Last time when Yang Jian came back, she had already hinted Xiao Lan's ‘identity’ to Yao Ji. Naturally, Yao Ji would not neglect her, she pretended to greet her, and she took Xiao Lan to look around, and she kept complimenting her softly.
　　 On the contrary, Xiao Lan, who came to Yang Mansion for the first time and talked about it, was shy at this time, blushing and unable to tell why.
　　 said it was a family banquet, but in fact, there were only a few of them. After pushing the cup and changing the cup, Xiao Lan was a little overwhelmed with alcohol, and talked about everything that should and shouldn't be said.
　　 Feng Wu chuckled: "The true monarch and Miss Xiao are in agreement, but they envy others."
"I don't know when my son will come back in Xuandu City," Yao Ji chuckled, "Mother, I really want to see you get married soon. Xin Ke is a dragon princess, and even my son's first match, but It's hard for you."
"It's not embarrassing," Xiao Lanrou said, "I didn't want to be like this at first. Married to her husband, I always felt that I was too shameless. It was just... I didn't want to leave like that, so I had to Showed my heart with him."
　　 Fengshan sighed softly, and said quietly: "It's a pity, our Feng clan girl has a strong temper, just can't pull this face off."
　　 "Fengshan!" Feng Wu sternly said, "If you don't want to stay, go back to retreat, don't talk nonsense!"
　　 "Cut, I knew I was angry all day long," Feng Shan rolled her eyes, but the rebellious energy returned a bit.
　　 Xiao Lan hurriedly said, "Let’s ask Miss Chu Qian to play a song."
　　 "Come here, go and invite Chu Qian to come," Yao Ji commanded. The fairy outside the attic leaned forward and hurried to ask Chu Qian to come.
　　 The atmosphere was a bit embarrassing, but before Chu Qian flew here, a general from outside the attic came to report, saying that it was someone from Heaven, and begging to see Yao Ji.
　　 Yaoji suddenly frowned and thought, and looked at Xiao Lan, "Lan'er, do you say I see or not?"
　　 "See," Xiao Lan's drunkenness faded a little bit, "Send him a letter first, and then invite people from Heavenly Court to come in. This is Meishan, so they wouldn't dare to be presumptuous."
　　 Yao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm always at ease with Lan'er."
Sending someone to Guanjiangkou to inform the six friends of Meishan, and then letting the heavenly envoys into the house; what came was a lovely-faced fairy, saying that the queen mother and the empress would hold a peach banquet in Yaochi three years later, and wanted to invite Yao Ji and Xiao Lan to come. feast.
　　 Xiao Lan secretly gave a few words to Yao Ji, and Yao Ji nodded and agreed, and rewarded the little fairy with many treasures.
After the little fairy left, Xiao Lan thought a little, and said: "This may be because the Jade Emperor showed his favor to him, but it's just because of his face... It shouldn't be any trouble to go to the banquet, but 80% of us will be ignored by the Queen Mother. ."
　　 "I'm always afraid that the relationship between my son and the Jade Emperor is too rigid," Yao Ji sighed softly, "My son has been stable for a few days, but now it is the heaven that has given him a lot of pressure..."
　　 "In fact, you don't need to pay much attention to Heaven, his pressure..."
　　 Xiao Lan said halfway, then swallowed silently, and chuckled to Yao Ji without saying much.
　　 Yang Jian has mentioned the future catastrophe how many times, although every time there are only a few words and unknown words, it is difficult to hide Xiao Lan.
　　 Maybe Xiao Lan would take the initiative to confess her heart to Yang Jian that day, she felt the pressure too.
　　 "I went to meet him at Guanjiangkou."
　　 "Go, go, I've delayed the meeting between you two."
　　 Xiao Lan's face was red, she bowed her head and walked away quickly, and under the support of a soldier and horse in Meishan, she headed towards the Guanjiang Estuary.
　　 Unfortunately, after she found Yang Jian’s incarnation, she yelled for a few times and did not get Yang Jian’s response. She also said that Yang Jian might be at a critical juncture in the retreat, so she quietly moved the chessboard and seat, and played a left-handed game next to Yang Jian’s incarnation.
　　 Hundreds of years have passed since Yang Jian brought the Black Spirit Lord back to Xuandu City. In fact, Yang Jian has been retreating intermittently, often going out and walking around, busy unifying the four spiritual realms.
　　 Next to the chessboard, Xiao Lan held his chin and looked at Yang Jian's face quietly, unconsciously a little fascinated...
　　 Outside the city of Xuandu, around the frozen Chaos Sea, two figures were fighting frantically, and the chaotic sea channel that was hitting was trembling, stirring up a wave of chaos that could flood the entire Xuandu City.
　　 I can't see where the figures are. I can only see the two figures constantly colliding. It's somewhat of the flavor of the three clear battles in the past. Naturally, the two people fighting here are still a lot worse.
　　 The two Taoist rhymes are constantly flowing and crowded, one Tao Yunyin cools the tyrant, and the other is grand and continuous.
　　 Sometimes an arc of light splits the Chaos Sea and goes to nowhere, and sometimes a chaotic road makes it unbearable for the impact of the two of them to fight, and it breaks in pieces.
　　 They have been fighting for an unknown period of time, for an unknown number of rounds, but the outcome is just about to be determined...
　　 "I lost."
　　 A calm voice came from the clouds and mist, and a somewhat petite figure flashed to the edge of the city wall of Xuandu City. Looking at the two scimitars in his hand, it seemed that he was reminiscing about the result of the battle.
　　 She was covered with black cloth, and a faint black air lingered around her.
　　 "Are you convinced this time?"
　　 Yang Jian's voice came from the Chaos Sea, and he jumped out with his spear, standing not far in front of the Black Spirit Lord, holding the spear with a smile on his face.
　　 "Unacceptable," the black spirit master replied somewhat coldly.
　　 Yang Jian shook his head without saying much, and turned the topic off, "Xiao Hei, with you and me, can you beat the demon master?"
　　 Black Spirit Lord thought carefully for a while, then gently shook his head: "Difficult."
　　 "Have you played against him?"
"It's not a fight," Black Spirit Lord whispered, "About three Yuanhui ago, when I took six Black Spirit Realm masters to search for treasures, I came across Kunpeng hunting. Quasi-Sage had no resistance in front of him. Power, the power of mana is far from what you can imagine."
　　 Yang Jian was not surprised by what she said, but nodded calmly, "Finally, when it comes to revenge, you won't be thinking about going to the barbecue grill..."
　　 "Hmph, it was just hopeless before, now I have the right to take revenge, nothing more."
　　The Black Spirit Lord looked at the two scimitars in his hands, and put them in the storage magic treasure.
　　 She suddenly asked: "Do you want to conquer the prehistoric?"
　　 "How do you ask this?"
　　 "You are my loyal king, I should ask Ming what I need to do after revenge."
　　 Yang Jian asked back: "You don't know the future disaster?"
　　 Certain Hei Muran shook his head, not seemingly interested in it.
　　 "If that catastrophe can kill Kunpeng, I would rather help it..."
　　 "Farewell," Yang Jian hurriedly stopped, and simply said that the powerful enemies who ended the Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu eras, the Black Spirit Lord still did not have much reaction.
　　 The only obsession in her heart is Kunpeng.
　　 "So you want to unite the forces of the Chaos Spirit Race?"
　　 Yang Jian nodded: "Well, before the catastrophe comes, how many forces can be gathered."
　　 Black Spirit Lord frowned slightly, and whispered: "If the demon master surrenders to the Dao Sect, the Sect will accept him because of his strength?"
"No," Yang Jian shook his head decisively, "The three sage masters once hunted Kunpeng, and they already knew what the calamity was. For someone like the demon master Kunpeng, it would be a great blessing if he could not take the initiative to find the enemy to surrender. If you can know the whereabouts of Kunpeng. , Let’s try it out."
　　 Black Spirit Lord frowned and said: "Are you not afraid of death?"
　　 "Everyone is not a great saint, so why not be so confident?"
　　 Yang Jian looked at the black spirit lord ~EbookFREE.me~ with a hot gaze: "Xiao Hei, let's fight another round. My profound art has reached my neck and I want to take this breakthrough."
　　 Black Spirit Lord snorted and directly meditated cross-legged.
　　 "Wait for half a month, I will return to the top."
　　 Yang Jian laughed, and sat down cross-legged against the city wall, and began to sort out the feelings after returning to Hongjing.
　　 What I am thinking now is how to break through the limit of the seventh return to the realm of greatness.
　　 Once there is the Xuanhuang Indestructible Body, even if it is the Xuanhuang Body of the first calamity, Yang Jian is sure to sweep all enemies under the Saint.
　　 This is profound art, and also...
"Ok?"
　　 Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, why is such a whim?
　　 This is different from the previous ‘avatar reminders’, but something that I have been paying attention to for a long time will finally happen. It seems that who is reminding myself not to miss it.
　　 Closed his eyes, moved his mind, and glanced at Ao Xinke, who was presiding over the construction of the'Yang Family Army' base camp in the Dark Spirit Realm. There was nothing strange around him.
　　 So, it should be in the predicament.
　　 Calculate time, could it be...
　　 should also be time.
　　 Yang Jian couldn't wait to move his mind back into the wilderness, opened his eyes and saw Xiao Lan crawling asleep on the chessboard, couldn't help but chuckle.
　　 The divine consciousness expanded, and Yang Jian sat at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, but he saw Nantian Gate at a glance.
coming!
　　 A green cow swayed out of the Nantian Gate, carrying the thin old man on his back, and fell towards the clouds and mists of Nanzhou.
　　 Taishang Laojun, go down to earth today.