Innate Spirit Treasure, Five-Wheel Pu Fan Thunder.

After Yang Jian got this thunder fan, he didn't use it much because the cultivation of the Yuan Shen was far inferior to the physical body Xuangong.

This time he took it out and swept it, and thousands of thunderbolts directly blocked the millions of merchant troops, although they did not hurt a single person, but they frightened those soldiers who were just mortals into pale, and they had no will to fight at all.

Zhang Guifang was also a little unsure of Yang Jian's strength, and in the face of such a heavenly punishment, he had no choice but to withdraw his troops and retreat ten miles.

Fortunately, Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji were captured just now, and the first battle was not completely without achievements.

After the thunder, a scorched black mark appeared on the plain, ten feet wide and spreading for dozens of miles.

And Zhou Jun looked at the white-clothed young man on the high platform, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

"Return to the camp and beware of night attacks by the merchant army. ”

Yang Jian left this order, and his figure floated down the high platform and went straight back to the main tent of the Chinese army.

Zhijian and Yao Gonglin were waiting in the main tent, the two of them were only training sergeants, not directly on the battlefield, and they had no specific official positions in the Zhou army, just like Yang Jian's guards.

Seeing Yang Jian coming over with a smile on his face, he was a little strange, obviously his own side had lost the battle and was arrested by two generals, why did the second master still seem to be in a good mood......

"Second master, what's wrong?"

"It's okay," Yang Jian waved his hand, "You keep an eye on the movements of the merchant army, and I'll go and rescue the two generals later." ”

Zhijian said: "Second master, it seems that the main general of the merchant army also has cultivation, and I don't know what the origin is. ”

Yang Jian groaned a few times, and then said: "Don't worry about him, most of these unknown people just want to find a way out in the gods." ”

"Second master, why don't I go and ...... this Gui Fang"

Yao Gonglin made a decapitation gesture, and Zhijian also nodded lightly on the side.

"There are many mysteries in the matter of sealing gods, and it is not best to simply kill them," Yang Jian sat on the main seat and thought for a while.

Zhang Guifang, the famous 'mourning star' on the god list, came here, and his junior brother Nezha should come to help in the next few days, and he has to keep it for his junior brother to brush up on his military exploits, so naturally he doesn't have to kill now.

The problem is that the original Jiang Shang saw the battle between Nezha and Zhang Guifang, and felt that his Taoism was shallow, so he went to Kunlun Mountain to see Yuan Shi Tianzun, and was reprimanded by Yuan Shi Tianzun.

I can't go back to Kunlun Mountain to 'cry' because of a Zhang Guifang, right?

In that way, it is too similar to his maternal uncle.

What should be done about this? If the Fengshen List can be started as soon as possible, it will naturally be very good.

Or, when the time comes, the ancestor will let someone send the god list?

Although Yang Jian can't directly change the name on the god list, if he can get this treasure early, he may be able to find some mysteries contained in the book of heaven early.

Engage Jiang Shang, engage Jiang Shang, and get Jiang Shang down, and all the things he knows about being a god have changed.

What made Yang Jian even more speechless was that he didn't have the skills of divination and calculation, and he could only think about many things by his own brain, which was quite tiring.

But there is nothing that can be done, who let him set foot on this road by mistake and dig this hole......

"Prime Minister!"

Outside the account, Huang Feihu hurried over with a group of generals, Huang Feihu was full of excitement and shouted: "Prime Minister, why don't you use immortal magic to directly destroy the merchant army?"

"King Wucheng laughed," Yang Jian shook his head and laughed, "Since it is an immortal law, how can it take the lives of mortals?"

Huang Feihu was speechless, silent for a while, and asked: "General Nan and Zhou Ji were taken by Zhang Guifang, that Zhang Guifang has witchcraft, standing there and shouting can make people unable to move, how is this good?"

"I'll go to the rescue of the two generals," Yang Jian got up, "I have a method of retreating, but the other party doesn't notice it when I come and go among the enemy troops." ”

A general hurriedly shouted: "No! How can you let the prime minister get into danger?"

"It's okay," Yang Jian smiled, turned around in front of everyone, and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone saw Yang Jian's skills and looked at each other one by one.

They didn't know that a general like Huang Feihu who led the army would only be responsible for commanding the army in the future, and none of those who fought in front of the battle were ordinary people.

Yang Jian didn't have to walk away for a stick of incense, and then he heard the wind sound, and a figure came from the sky, and the wind and sand were blowing in the tent.

When the wind and sand dissipated, Yang Jian was already sitting in the main seat, and Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji fainted aside.

The generals hurriedly went forward to wake up the two generals, and they all praised the prime minister's ability......

Yang Jian and Huang Feihu discussed one or two countermeasures, and suddenly heard someone tell them that Zhang Guifang was calling for battle outside.

"Prime Minister!" Huang Feihu was also strong, "I'll go and teach him the demon method again, I won't fall for him this time!"

"King Wucheng can't," Yang Jian shook his head, and was just about to persuade Huang Feihu when he heard a guard outside the account.

"Prime Minister Qi, the Prime Minister's Mansion in the city sent someone to report that the Prime Minister's Mansion has come to a junior brother of yours, named Nezha. The prime minister's wife asked, can you let this Nezha enter the military camp to meet the prime minister!"

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, he, the junior brother with the best relationship, couldn't really talk about it.

"Let him come over quickly, he is worried that there is no one to descend that Guifang's evil art. ”

The guards outside the tent took the order and left, Huang Feihu read two sentences of Nezha, and hurriedly asked: "This Nezha, but is the little Engong who saved me that day?"

Yang Jian nodded and said with a smile: "My junior brother is highly skilled, and he has a lotus treasure body, so he is not afraid of that Guifang's demon magic. ”

"If it's really my benevolent father, I'm really not afraid!" Huang Feihu was also in high spirits.

At tea time, I saw a figure rushing in from outside the tent, shouting senior brother in his mouth, and jumping in with a crisp laugh.

Lotus clothes, lotus leaf skirts, the handsome young man was carrying a spear, and seeing that there were generals on the left and right in the account, he quickly put away his smile and hugged Yang Jian decently.

"Uh, Nezha, a disciple of Taiyi Zhenren in Qianyuan Mountain, has seen the prime minister!

"No courtesy," Yang Jian said with a smile, "For the time being, I will not confer your military official position, I will let the whole army line up, you go to teach the chief general of the merchant army a lesson, and then reward you for your merits, how about it?"

"Hey!" Nezha summoned Hot Wheels at the moment, "I'm going to meet that guy!"

"Don't worry, if the army moves, it will take a little time," Yang Jianchuan ordered to go, and the entire military camp quickly became lively.

Nezha wondered, "Am I not enough alone, why do I still have to send a large army?"

"This is a war, you can understand it if you learn more," Yang Jian really didn't bother to explain, and beckoned with a smile, "Come here, I'll introduce you to the generals in the army." ”

Huang Feihu, who was waiting on the side, clasped his fists and shouted: "Engong is above, Huang Feihu's family is thanks to Engong's rescue! I can see you again today, and it is really fate!"

Although the generals of the Zhou army always felt a little unreliable when they saw that Nezha was too young, they were relieved when they thought that their prime minister was a young man and could not tell how many years he had lived.

Nezha was going to stay in the army in the future, and Yang Jian introduced him to several powerful generals of the Zhou army to facilitate his future actions.

An hour later, the two armies again set themselves in position.

According to Yang Jian's instructions, Nezha put on silver and white chain mail over his lotus robe, replaced his lotus leaf skirt with a brown battle skirt, and put gilt combat boots on his feet, but his hairstyle was not changed, and it was still his signature horned bun.

The Pioneer of Rush is officially here!

Pedaling on the hot wheels and carrying the fire-tipped gun, Nezha stood in front of the Zhou army's battle array, his little face full of solemnity.

Let's fight one by one, come and beat a pair!

Zhang Guifang came on horseback, pointed at Nezha and shouted: "Come and get your name!"

"I'm Nezha!"

"Oh?" Zhang Guifang raised her eyebrows, she had never heard the name of Nezha, after all, Nezha's story had not yet spread in the flood for nearly ten years.

Qinglong Pass in the flood wilderness is tens of thousands of miles away from Chentang Pass.

Nezha asked, "You are the main general?"

The words were a little disdainful, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which was quite dazzling in the light of the golden crow.

Zhang Guifang was secretly angry in his heart, and scolded: "How dare the vertical son tease the general!

Strike the horse forward.

Nezha's feet were blazing, his body leaned forward slightly, and his figure swished up.

Zhang Guifang raised his eyebrows, only to say that this is also a cultivator, no longer hidden, his body is filled with layers of mist, and he also grabbed a spear and stabbed at Nezha's rushing figure.

With such an immortal fight, who can see the soldiers on both sides?

Mortals could only hear an explosion, as if the sky was thundering down, and then a wave of wind and waves broke out in the field.

Huang Feihu was secretly frightened when he rode on the five-colored sacred cow, and Yang Jian stood calmly on the chariot.

The two of them fought vigorously in the field, and Yang Jian naturally knew that Nezha was just trying, but that Zhang Guifang had done his best.

Finally, the horse neighed and fell to the ground, and Zhang Guifang rolled out.

Nezha stopped his attack, grabbed the fire-tipped spear in his left hand, and said with a smile: "Is this the only skill?"

"You!" Zhang Guifang sneered, took a breath in his chest, and snorted coldly: "Nezha dismount!"

Nezha blinked, feeling an evil wind blowing, blowing his lotus root body a little cold.

However...... It's only slightly cool.

"Nezha dismount!"

"Silly, uncle?" Nezha reminded helplessly, "I'm pedaling a wheel." ”

Zhang Guifang's face changed suddenly, although it was a little difficult to speak, but because of the lack of skills, he scolded again: "Nezha, don't get off the wheel yet!"

Yang Jian was amused by this scene.

This junior brother is really getting more and more ghostly.

Nezha sighed helplessly and said, "It's really ridiculous that you can command an army of millions with your appearance." ”

"You!"

"Hmph!" Nezha stepped forward, the speed of the Hot Wheels suddenly skyrocketed, and the fire-tipped spear reached Zhang Guifang's neck in a blink of an eye.

Yang Jian suddenly said: "Don't kill him yet, it's still useful." ”

Nezha temporarily changed his tricks and slapped Zhang Guifang directly away, almost breaking Zhang Guifang's bones.

Zhang Guifang screamed, fell into the merchant army, and fell into a coma, and the merchant army was in chaos.

Yang Jian waved his left hand, and the big flag fluttered behind him, and there were flag bearers waving the big flag everywhere in the army, and the drums shook the sky.

All the army is attacking!

Huang Feihu's stomach was full of anger and finally spread fire, the five-colored divine cow rushed to the front, and more than a dozen generals of the Zhou army were scattered everywhere, leading hundreds of thousands of troops directly into the merchant army array.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered;

The killing cry shook the sky!

Millions of armies fought in the wilderness, but only a few acres, rivers of blood, and dead souls.

Yang Jian stood on top of the chariot and witnessed this scene, but his heart drifted into the clouds......

In the end, should this be a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?