The demon clan came to send off their relatives? What are these guys who have just stopped for a few years, what are they doing?

Yang Jian's divine sense checked the situation in the big red sedan chair, but was blocked by a cloud of mist, and then, Yang Jian's eyes showed a little thought, and he strolled towards the gate.

"Senior brother, shall I go and explore for you first?" Nezha muttered in a low voice, and Yang Jian nodded, motioning for him to take the first step.

Hundreds of demon women stood outside the camp, making the Zhou army a little boiling up and down; after all, in the eyes of mortal soldiers, these women are all charming and charming, and they belong to the kind of beauties who will not lose their lives even if they marry home.

But for the monks who have a little cultivation, all they see are fox demon flower spirits, and they are not interested.

When Nezha ran out, Yang Jian remembered something......

Didn't he order Nezha to sit on the eastern border? Why did this guy appear in the Chinese army camp so naturally?

"Nezha, you come back to me first. ”

Nezha shrank his head and turned his head with a smile, "Senior brother, shouldn't he be thin-faced?"

"Prime Minister Ben ordered you to garrison the border, why are you here! The lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the border army, you will not be able to do it!"

Yang Jian's eyes were like electricity, and Nezha was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

"I happened to come back and have something to tell the senior brother...... Nezha's heart turned sharply, and he laughed a little bit, and without waiting for Yang Jian to call him, he turned around and ran, stepping on the hot wheels and rushing to the east.

"Humph!"

Yang Jian swept his sleeves, although he was quite majestic on the surface, he chuckled lightly in his heart.

This guy has gone through so many vicious battles, but he still has such an unchanging state of mind, which is really enviable.

In other words, the lotus treasure body is not true...... Is it similar to the Sunflower Treasure Book?

Yang Jian's forehead couldn't help but have a few more black lines, what is this! Dao Xin can't be at peace these days, and these strange thoughts always pop up!

Pointless!

But after thinking about it, if it were based on Taiyi's temperament on weekdays, maybe in order to let Nezha concentrate on cultivation, he really made the lotus treasure body so 'a little'......

I don't want to think about it, I don't want to think about it, after all, it's my junior brother, or the closest junior brother.

Yang Jian was still a little curious in his heart, and decided to take a look at Nezha with his divine eyes next time 'unintentionally', if he really had a 'need' in this regard, how could he be a senior brother and help him.

With such a determination, Yang Jian had already walked to the front of the gate, and the soldiers surrounding this place hurriedly retreated.

A little farther away, you can feel the oppressive atmosphere at the gate, and when you get closer, the depression becomes more and more obvious, but it is the six friends of Meishan who were called by Yang Jian when they broke the news of Zhong's army last time, and they are leading hundreds of immortal soldiers, staring at these demon clans in front of them.

The grievances between the Meishan clan and the demon clan cannot be resolved in one or two sentences.

Yang Jian said: "Don't worry, wait for me to ask them a sentence or two, and then make a decision." ”

The six friends of Meishan bowed their heads at the same time, and said in unison: "It's all up to the second master!"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, walked out of the camp, swept his gaze, and said coldly: "Do you think that I can't leave to go to the north to eliminate demons recently, and you come to die yourself?"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian's body was filled with cold killing intent.

This is the momentum condensed in the previous ten battles, and it is the killing intent that Yang Jian has been fighting with the strong in these days, and his eyes are swept away, showing his oppression.

Hundreds of female donors lost their faces at the same time, as if they were put on their necks by Yang Jian with a sword, and those who were slightly weaker in cultivation had already begun to tremble, and it was the several big Luo Jin demon leaders next to the big red lady, and the idea of immediately turning around and running away kept rising.

Fortunately, a figure fell from the sky and fell behind the demons, making a gesture to Yang Jian.

"Erlang Zhenjun invited, today we are not here to provoke, but to ask for peace for the grand event of the human and demon clans joining hands in the future. ”

Sue for peace?

Yang Jian's gaze did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

The demon clan ancestor who suddenly fell, he was somewhat impressed.

At the beginning, at the critical juncture of his retreat, he walked for some reason with the news, which caused the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Dark Cloud Great Immortal to come to obstruct it at the same time, triggering a fierce battle.

If it weren't for Yang Jian's sucking of Feng Shan's feathers at the critical moment, even if he could live at this time, the eighty-one Xuanzhu would still be dissatisfied, and it would be difficult for the eighty-nine Xuangong to reach the top.

Fortunately, Yang Jian survived, and with the Nirvana Technique, the nine beads of the spine were perfected.

In addition to the sectarian immortals that day, two quasi-saints of the demon clan also appeared, and there were several suspected masters of the Western Sect.

Fortunately, Lu Chunyang and Bai Ze helped themselves resist for a while......

"You don't have to make peace, you can do it if you fight. ”

Yang Jian said in a cold voice, and took one step, and the Taoist robe on his body kept fluttering.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in front of him, and it was Yang Jian's Xuan's blood qi rushing forward, disturbing the boundless vitality.

The women of the demon clan were in a mess, and the middle-aged scribe and the demon ancestor with a mustache raised his eyebrows, grabbed a jade seal, and protected the demons in a light film.

The ancestor of the demon clan said loudly: "Today, I came here on the orders of the saint Niangniang, and I want to rebuild the human race and the demon clan!"

Nuwa's life?

Yang Jian's footsteps settled, put away his momentum, and his gaze finally showed a little solemnity.

Nuwa Niangniang is still protecting the demon clan, and Yang Jian knew about it before, but Nuwa's protection of the demon clan is just to keep the demon clan from extinct.

For those demon clans who are riddled with karma and still kill mortals, even if they have cultivated to a quasi-saint, they can be ranked among the demon clans, and Nuwa Niangniang never asks whether they are dead or alive.

Today, this quasi-saint of the demon clan opened his mouth, there was no vision between heaven and earth, and it was obviously not a made-up saint's words, and this matter should be true.

Yang Jian still had hesitation in his heart, and deliberately shouted Nuwa's name, and the one in the Wa Palace would naturally feel it.

Yang Jian said: "How could Nuwa Niangniang make such a will? Could it be that you are here to confuse the public!"

"Erlang Zhenjun is really worried, fortunately, I also took these into account," the middle-aged demon ancestor nodded with a smile, took out a red rope in his sleeve, and said to Yang Jian: "This red rope is drawn out by Nai Niangniang on the innate treasure red hydrangea, and it is a hundred times more effective than the old red rope that month." Erlang Zhenjun has excellent eyesight, and he can distinguish the authenticity of this thing. ”

Yang Jian looked at it intently, and the suspicion in his heart became even stronger.

The slight rhyme that lingers on this red rope is indeed an innate treasure and a saint's magic weapon, which is a quasi-saint and difficult to reach.

Is it really what Nuwa means?

Let the demon race and the human race rebuild themselves? and use a red rope drawn from the red hydrangea......

This is to make him Yang Jian be pointed out by the thousands of people of the human race.

"The demon clan slaughtered the human race in ancient times, and now the human race is thriving, because of the Holy Mother Nuwa, the demon race has not been wiped out. But many demon clans still enjoy eating people, and invite mortals to talk about demon color change, and at this time, it is better to rebuild it...... It's ironic. ”

Yang Jian actually wanted to ask rhetorically, when did the demon clan and the human race ever coexist?

Nuwa created the human race, and the demon clan fed on it, but Nuwa did not stop it......

Yang Jian sighed secretly in his heart, although the Nuwa Sage was a sage who created the human race, she was born from the demon race after all.

"Erlang Zhenjun really underestimated himself," the demon clan ancestor who looked like a scribe said with a smile, "At this time, Zhenjun has a great reputation in the two worlds of immortals and mortals, and his Xuan Gong is amazing, and he is also the marshal of the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court. If Zhenjun can tie the knot with someone who is also important in my demon clan, how can he not set an example for the people of the Three Realms and demons? Presumably, in this way, the demon and the human will be able to reverse the incompatibility of water and fire at this time, and the two clans will join hands to defend the flood. ”

What he said was really reasonable, but Yang Jian was too lazy to say anything, so he said directly:

"I think that if there is no demon clan in the wilderness, it will be more peaceful. ”

As soon as these words came out, the demons were suddenly shocked, and the quasi-saint of the demon clan also changed his complexion greatly, staring at Yang Jian, unable to say a word.

Between heaven and earth, a seemingly nonexistent coercion appeared without warning and fell towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian felt something, looked up, but saw that the originally calm daytime had made waves.

The saints were warning him.

Yang Jian sighed secretly in his heart, and suddenly understood one thing - why did the master say that the Nuwa sage wanted to accept Xiaochan'er as an apprentice, the two had no direct relationship at all, and they had never met.

Xiao Chan'er's talent and blessing are not too strong, how can she be so simple as a saint?

It's just a deal Nuwa is making with him.

Since he went to borrow the twenty-four pins of lotus platform, he has been calculating all this, which made him feel that he owed Nuwa a great favor, and then on the condition of accepting Yang Xiaochan as an apprentice, Yang Jian nodded today and agreed to marry a demon woman.

In terms of reputation, Yang Jian only needs to order someone to proclaim it, this is the will of the saint, and he can't disobey it, so he can easily hold the beauty.

But......

"Dare to ask who the woman in the sedan is?"

Yang Jian asked in a cold voice, and his words seemed to be a little loose.

"Naturally, she is the most beautiful woman in my demon clan, and her cultivation is also in the quasi-saint realm, and she has a lot of connections with the true monarch. ”

The middle-aged scribe chuckled and said, and as soon as he raised his hand, the two demon women who carried the sedan chair pressed down the sedan chair, and the middle-aged scribe personally walked over and lifted the sedan curtain.

The big red robe is embroidered with green luan, and the three-inch light foot is on the show.

The waist of the slender willow is not enough to hold, and the lips are red and the eyes are beautiful.

Wearing a bandeau red dress, the snow-white skin is exposed, but it does not look very bewitching; the long hair is tied in the phoenix crown, the small bead curtain hides the beautiful face, but the eyes are three points charming, three points cowardly, three points ignorant, and they bow to Yang Jianyingying.

"The little woman has seen Erlang Zhenjun, and I ask Zhenjun to have a lot of mercy. ”

But at this moment, Yang Jian's face was really cold to the extreme!

Behind him, Meishan Liuyou glared at the same time, one by one, their eyes were split, and their breath was turbulent.

Why?

Why else, it's not someone else who came down, 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 sent a voice to Yang Jian: "Zhenjun don't worry, Zhenjun don't worry, although she is Mei Kongmei, she is not Mei Kongmei." ”

"I originally wanted to brand Mei Kongmei's soul with secret techniques and give Zhenjun a peerless stunner, but the saint Niangniang personally took action to mold Mei Kongmei's demon soul back to its origin. Now that her heart has not been set, her mind is like a child of a few years old, and Zhenjun has trained her ......"

Before the Demon Clan Ancestor finished speaking, Yang Jian's figure suddenly stepped out and rushed here!

He actually did it directly, and there was no more nonsense.