PDLP Chapter 270 Don't leave, I'll call for help too!
Chapter 270 Don't leave, I'll call for help too!
"Yes, you've seen them before, in the West, no! Not born of a father!"
Yang Jian chuckled.
She quickly explained:
"You know, Dad was rescued and taken to the Western Church. He's a person who likes flowers and plants, and coincidentally, there was also someone in the Western Church who liked to grow flowers and plants. So, little by little..."
"I adopted a godson."
Yang Jian already felt a headache coming on just from hearing about flowers and plants.
He rubbed his temples, the light in his eyes dimming, and said with utter helplessness:
"Could it be...him?"
Yang Jiao nodded emphatically, then patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said sympathetically:
"That's right, it's Kinnara."
Yang Jian felt that it was all a tragic fate.
I pulled out a single weed from him and lost my father in the process.
Big loss.
Yang Jiao secretly rejoiced.
Hey, the younger brother is easy to talk to. Look, he's not angry with his older sister anymore right away.
As for his biological father, Yang Tianyou, well, we won't see him for a while.
……
In the Western religion at this time.
Yang Tianyou had just finished a day of planting and returned to the courtyard with the barrier set up by the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus to begin his cultivation.
Just as he was getting into a good state of mind, he suddenly sneezed, wiping out his cultivation.
He rubbed his nose suspiciously, thinking to himself:
"There's no wind, so why do I feel a bit cold?"
Kinnara immediately put down the seeds in his hand, poured Yang Tianyou a cup of hot tea, and asked:
"Godfather, are you feeling unwell?"
Yang Tianyou shook his head, his thoughts drifting away, and said:
"Maybe my children at home miss me."
……
White Deer Island. Qin Wan, with a solemn expression, recounted the events and their causes to his fellow disciples, his voice low and serious.
As soon as he finished speaking, anger appeared on the faces of the other nine people, and they were all filled with righteous indignation.
The Jie Sect is undoubtedly the number one sect in the Three Realms, and its strength is invincible.
However, during this great battle to be enshrined as gods, the Jie Sect suffered repeated setbacks.
In a short period of time, nearly ten fellow disciples have already met with misfortune.
At this moment, the impatient Wang Bian could no longer suppress his anger and urgently spoke:
"Fellow Daoist Qin, now that our Ten Deadly Formations are complete, let's not delay and head down the mountain immediately!"
Qin Wan's gaze was as cold as ice, revealing a hint of killing intent. He nodded heavily and said in a deep voice:
"Alright! Fellow Daoists, please follow me down the mountain. Today, we will set up a formation on Mount Qi and make sure the people of the Chan Sect witness the power of our Jie Sect and vent our anger!"
After saying this, everyone mounted their divine deer and set off in a grand procession towards Qishan.
The mountain wind howled all the way.
Upon arriving at the foot of Qishan Mountain, they quickly selected a strategically important location and began arranging the battle formation.
Each of the ten individuals displayed their unique abilities, their hands constantly forming hand seals. Streams of light of various colors, dazzling and brilliant, shot out from their palms, heading straight towards the empty space in mid-air.
Before long, the streams of light converged and merged in the air, gradually forming a huge barrier resembling a light curtain.
It resembles a lake with rippling waves, but upon closer inspection, one can discover that it contains endless dangers and murderous intent.
Qin Wan stroked his beard, sat steadily at the front of the formation, a sinister smile playing on his lips, and muttered to himself:
"Let's wait for Jiang Ziya to come and break the formation!"
Meanwhile, in the Xiqi army camp.
Jiang Ziya sat upright in his tent, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the array light that suddenly shone under the cover of night outside the pass.
His face showed extreme worry, and he slowly spoke to the soldiers around him:
"This is an invitation for me to join the fight."
Without any concealment, the sharp aura within the magic array was directed towards him.
Yang Jiao calculated the time.
Now that Lei Zhenzi has arrived, it's time to face the Ten Deadly Formations.
This formation is extremely insidious; each formation requires risking one's life to break.
Two people entered the formation: one to offer sacrifice, and the other to break the formation.
Jiang Ziya, as the prime minister of Xiqi, had come specifically for him, so he stood up and said:
"How could I not respond?"
If he doesn't go, not only will Xiqi be looked down upon, but the Chan Sect will also be criticized.
Jiang Ziya gripped the God-Slaying Whip tightly and strode out.
Inside the tent, everyone exchanged glances and hurriedly followed them out.
In a secluded spot in Qishan, he encountered Wen Zhong riding a black Qilin.
Wen Zhong cupped his hands in greeting, and Jiang Ziya also bowed in a gesture of respect.
The expressions on the faces of the two commanders from opposing camps changed completely, and they switched places.
Wen Zhong was confident of victory, while Jiang Ziya was filled with worry.
Upon reaching the front of the formation, all that could be seen was a barrier of flowing light, with no view of what lay within.
Outside the formation, there were ten Taoist priests riding deer.
They were all disciples of the Jie Sect.
Yang Jiao did not belong to either of them, so they would not travel together at this time. She only took Mosquito Taoist and sat on the cloud.
Looking at the ten Heavenly Kings, I knew it was going to be a tough battle.
Mosquito Taoist's eyes were already shining, and he tightly gripped Yang Jiao's sleeve, saying with unbearable craving:
"Yang Jiao, they all have mounts."
A total of ten divine deer.
There are males and females.
In particular, there was a plump and healthy doe among them, which pleased Mosquito Daoist. He even found the Golden Light Holy Mother sitting on it more pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Ziya bowed and greeted them:
"Your masters and my master are from the same school, yet you have set up a great formation here to obstruct my attack on King Zhou. What is the reason for this?"
That's all.
The ten members of the Jie Sect were both amused and exasperated.
Qin Wan pointed at Jiang Ziya and questioned:
"To talk about sharing the same lineage now? Too late! You showed no mercy to the Four Saints of Kowloon Island or the Four Demon Generals!"
That concludes the roll call.
Nezha and Yang Jian stepped forward together.
He stood out in the crowd.
Nezha glanced sideways at Qin Wan, pointed at himself, and said:
"I killed the man."
Qin Wan, enraged, flung his sleeve and glanced sideways at Jiang Ziya, saying:
"I will not argue with juniors like you!"
Jiang Ziya comforted Nezha and said softly:
"Although you two are the best of the third generation of disciples, you are no match for them."
"Besides, you don't understand how to break the formation. Let's have our uncle go in and explore the formation first."
Nezha stepped aside, thinking that breaking the formation was pointless and it was better to just go in and poke around randomly.
Qin Wan looked at Jiang Ziya, snorted coldly, and raised his hand:
"please."
Jiang Ziya dismounted the Qilin and slowly stepped forward. Before entering the formation, he paused and turned back to Yang Jiao on the cloud, saying:
“Young friend, if I, Jiang, am unable to get out of this predicament, I will give you the Qilin.”
In this way, Xiqi could leave some goodwill with the Heavenly Court.
After saying that, he strode straight inside.
The person disappeared into that light curtain.
Nezha, annoyed, squatted down on the spot, tilted his head, propped his face up, and said boredly:
"Will it take a long time to break through the formation?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
There was a loud bang from within the formation.
A corpse popped out from inside the light curtain...
Nezha was instantly no longer bored. He suddenly stood up and watched as Jiang Ziya went in standing up and came out disposing of the corpse in the blink of an eye.
Then, Yang Jiao in the sky felt the Soul-Guiding Banner vibrate. She waved her hand and shook it, immediately drawing out a soul.
Jiang Ziya's ashen soul stood before her.
"Prime Minister..."
Jiang Ziya had thought that although his cultivation was not very profound after decades of practice, he had still learned a lot about breaking formations. However, as soon as he entered, he was struck by the chaotic killing intent inside and died before he could even see how many formations there were.
At this moment, Jiang Ziya could no longer care about anything else.
The soul-guiding banner kept pulling his soul inside, and once inside, there was no chance of survival.
He clung to the flagpole, refusing to let go, while Yang Jiao pulled at his head, which resembled his soul.
Jiang Ziya shouted loudly down:
"Nezha, your uncle has a golden pill in his arms. Quickly put it in your mouth and you can save him."
That was a golden elixir bestowed by Master. Among them, there was a drop of the Three Lights Divine Water, which only Master possessed throughout the entire Three Realms and could bring people back to life.
Nezha slid to the side of Jiang Ziya's corpse with his Wind Fire Wheels, took out a bottle of pills and was about to pour them into his mouth.
In an instant, Jiang Ziya's soul was so frightened that it almost dissipated.
The pill slipped from the mouth of the bottle.
Nezha tilted his head back and opened his mouth:
"Ah~"
Just as he could smell the fragrance of the elixir, two fingers suddenly pinched him.
Nezha looked up and saw Yang Jian's face.
Jiang Ziya: Phew~
I'm never asking Nezha to do anything again!
He also whispered a compliment in Yang Jiao's ear:
"Yang Jian is still the most reliable kid."
Yang Jian didn't even want to roll his eyes at Nezha. He squatted down next to Jiang Ziya's corpse and gently pinched it with his fingers.
All that could be heard was a 'crunch'.
His chin was completely removed.
Even if Jiang Ziya were dead now, and his soul were no longer in his body, he would still feel pain.
With his jawbone removed, Yang Jian's mouth opened wide, and the pill fell into it as Yang Jian loosened his grip.
Jiang Ziya instantly felt the pulling force on the Soul-Guiding Banner disappear.
The soul returned to the body in an instant.
He was in great pain the moment he was resurrected.
You can clearly feel that the flesh on both sides of her cheeks is too delicate to touch, and she can't utter a single word with her mouth crooked.
Nezha glanced at Yang Jian and scoffed:
"Look at you, you're too cruel to your martial uncle."
Jiang Ziya felt a little better.
Nezha then continued:
"Didn't Uncle Yu Ding tell you? Uncle Zi Ya's cultivation level is very low, just a little better than a mortal. You need to be gentle."
With a sudden arrow, Jiang Ziya clutched his heart, which was throbbing even more than his chin.
Yang Jian, also feeling innocent, shrugged and said:
“My master will never mention cultivation level in front of me.”
After saying this, Yang Jian looked puzzled and then changed the subject:
"But even if my master had no cultivation, his body wouldn't be this weak, would it?"
Master Yu Ding's physique is incredibly good; even if Mosquito Daoist threw him around like a child, he wouldn't get a scratch.
Swoosh, another arrow pierced the heart.
Nezha walked to Jiang Ziya's side and kindly comforted him:
"Uncle-Master, don't listen. Look, there's a bird in the sky."
Jiang Ziya raised his head accordingly.
Nezha reacted quickly, slapping Jiang Ziya's jaw from below.
Click.
His mouth immediately closed.
Nezha turned and left, concealing his merits and fame.
When he walked up to Yang Jian, he even smiled for a moment:
"When our master and I arrive soon, I'm sure my uncle will praise me even more."
Hahahaha, Nezha just wants to imagine the scene of his Uncle Yu Ding and his master Taiyi Zhenren standing together, with Uncle Ziya praising him, and he feels so happy!
Yang Jian, however, did not think so.
Because he clearly saw that Nezha's strength was also considerable.
Master Ziya's face seems a bit short and square...
Jiang Ziya, clutching his face which ached from both sides to his entire body, gave his two good nephews a deep look.
He truly deserves to be the disciple of Jade Cauldron Immortal and Taiyi Immortal!
He harbored resentment and directed his hatred inwardly, glaring at the ten Heavenly Kings in front of the formation, pointing and saying:
"This humble Taoist also has senior brothers!"
He glanced at Grand Tutor Wen again, as if to say, "So you're the only one with reinforcements, huh!"
Jiang Ziya mounted the Qilin and flew towards the Jade Void Palace.
He wanted to tell his master that the Jie Sect was bullying them too much! The Chan Sect could only send three generations of disciples at most, while the Jie Sect sent only two generations, bullying the weak.
He's just a summoning senior brother; he has quite a few senior brothers too!
Let's start with the Twelve Golden Immortals to whet your eyes.
Halfway through the flight, it stopped and said:
"Don't go, wait for me to call for help."