The sage's oracle conveyed by the White Crane Boy actually cleared Yang Jian's doubts.

No wonder so many Honghuang monks came to the Black Spirit Country to congratulate him, it turned out that a few saints were behind him......

It's just that why can't the writing of the covenant be in the flood famine, but not outside the flood famine?

The letter of alliance seems to be just a few vows, a blank piece of paper, cloth or a jade talisman, or a stone carving, but in fact, it can form a good binding force for the monks, but whoever signs this letter of alliance will not be able to betray it even if he is captured in the future catastrophe.

Yang Jian thought about it carefully, and he understood the good intentions of the sage master.

This alliance may be an opportunity for Yang Jian to raise his arms tomorrow and swear to the death to fight against the strong enemy.

The sage master deliberately chose to start this matter in the Black Spirit Country, even if he specially asked Zhenyuan Daxian to keep the alliance book, but Yang Jian, in the hearts of the immortal gods who came to the Black Spirit Country today, is the 'initiator' of the alliance book.

This doesn't just affect these monks in the Black Spirit Country today, as long as they bring this news back, Yang Jian will stand on the throne of a worthy 'alliance leader' in the eyes of the Honghuang monks......

During the catastrophe, as long as Yang Jian did not fall, the Honghuang monk could also have a little more confidence.

These twists and turns, after Yang Jian thought about it, he could only sigh at the love of the sage, and he didn't have any worries.

Foreign affairs are one's own body, and they are ultimately foreign affairs;

The monk asked about the cultivation and only sought the Great Dao.

Even if the Sanqing Master Ancestor builds momentum for Yang Jian now, Yang Jian himself can't step into the saint realm, and after all, he is just a strong ant that the strongest can easily destroy.

Yang Jian fully understood what he was going to do at this time.

Practice, enlightenment, and impact the Holy Realm.

He wants to reach the realm of Pangu God first, but he can't be satisfied with the realm of only Pangu God, because Pangu God lost back then, and he can't protect Taisu, so he can only open another world.

What's more, the Pangu God faced only one of the strongest people back then, and at least eight of the strongest people could appear......

Thinking about this, how can Yang Jian be excited, and how can he be happy?

If he can be sanctified, the position of 'alliance leader' is the icing on the cake; if he cannot be sanctified, he will be given the position of ten alliance leaders to Yang Jian, and Yang Jian will not be able to provoke the girder of the flood.

"Husband," Ao Xinke called softly beside him, "Mother, they are here. ”

"Hmm," Yang Jian nodded in response, put away these thoughts for the time being, and followed Ao Xinke to the back of this large array.

There is a fairy mountain shrouded in fairy mist, and there are many female fairies on the mountain who are not too high in cultivation who are busy walking around, and several fairy pavilions loom in the clouds.

Ao Xinke said with a smile: "The wedding room is here, the two sisters are waiting in other places at this time, and they can't come to see each other until the wedding." ”

"Xinke, come over when the time comes," Yang Jian put his backhand around Ao Xinke's slender waist, "We are a family of four, how happy it is." ”

Ao Xinke's charming and beautiful face was a little crimson, but he bit his lip and agreed, "Husband, I'm going to check on those guests......"

With that, she gently broke away from the claws of the True Monarch who had already begun to patrol the backyard of the Yang family, leaving only a charming white eye for Yang Jian, and left in embarrassment.

Yang Jian chuckled, didn't think much about it, and walked to an immortal pavilion.

Two slender figures stood in front of the pavilion, and when they saw Yang Jian flying over, they immediately shouted happily.

"Brother!"

But it was Yang Xiaochan and Liuya.

After messing around with the two girls for a while, Yang Jian was also in a much relaxed mood, and finally found a feeling of getting married.

Liuya came to congratulate the gift on behalf of the Wa Palace, and later said that he would also leave his name on the covenant.

Yang Xiaochan pulled Yang Jian and walked into the pavilion, saying that she had just cooked the fairy delicacies that only had in the Wa Palace, and she had to try it.

Liuya followed behind Yang Jian with some restraint, staring at Yang Jian's back, a little depression crossed her eyes, but she quickly restrained these emotions.

Entered the Immortal Pavilion and met Yao Ji, Yang Xiaochan fed Yang Jian with a plate, Yao Ji was busy cutting the wedding robe for Yang Jian, and the fairies were busy going back and forth around, and they were also a little busy.

Finally, after being busy for a while, Yang Jian helped Yaoji to sit down, and tried his best to say something not very thrilling, so that his mother could laugh a little more.

The atmosphere was just right, but Yao Ji took Yang Jian's hand and instructed earnestly:

"My son marries a wife and concubine again today, and I am happy for my mother's heart, but when will you be able to add some incense to the Yang family? Xinke has been married into our Yang family for so many years, how can you always snub others?"

"Mother," Yang Jian was suddenly embarrassed, and secretly glanced at Yang Xiaochan and Liuya, and found that these two girls had gone outside the Immortal Pavilion at some point.

Yao Ji Zhengse said: "You also know that before the catastrophe of the flood famine, you have taken on the important rules of guarding the flood famine, which is actually a glorious lintel and a hero in this heaven and earth." But my son should also be a mother, think about your father, if you have any other strengths and weaknesses in the future, how should you face your father as a mother?"

Yang Jian reluctantly squeezed out a laugh, "Mother, my cultivation is the flesh body, and the most difficult thing for a person to become a saint in the flesh is to have an heir......

"What does that mean?"

"Mother, have you heard that there are many ancient powers who have children?"

Yao Ji thought for a moment, and sighed lightly: "It's not that the cultivation is high, and there are such disadvantages." ”

"That's right," Yang Jian said busily, "Giving birth to children is originally a move to extend the bloodline, but if the monk's own strength is stronger, the immortal body will feel that he is immortal, and there is no need to continue the bloodline, so ...... It's hard to have children. ”

"It's ...... like this"

Yaoji looked at Yang Jian and sighed faintly, "My mother still wanted to hug her grandson earlier, but if I heard you say this, I can only resign myself to fate." ”

"Yes, in fact, I also want to have a son and a half daughter," Yang Jian also sighed, "However, the body is not angry." ”

"Don't be discouraged, it's no wonder you," Yao Ji comforted softly, and even blamed herself for why she wanted to talk about it to Yang Jian, and quickly changed the topic.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart......

What kind of cultivation is higher, the more difficult it is to have children, and what ancient powers rarely have children? Most of those ancient powers have no need for this, and their bloodlines are unique, how can they get offspring?

The ancient powers that can reproduce, such as the dragon and phoenix and those demon clan powers back then, have long been everywhere!

Of course, the Wu clan was cultivated by the ancestral witch with its own blood, and the first generation of the Wu clan only multiplied.

In the Immortal Pavilion, Yang Jian and Yao Ji said some thoughtful words between mother and son, most of which were Yao Ji telling Yang Jian how to act and how to take care of himself;

Outside the Immortal Pavilion, the laughter of Liuya and Yang Xiaochan playing and playing spread everywhere, giving this big array a lot of vitality.

In front of the big array, above the immortal feast.

More than 20 figures are surrounding a stone stele, Zhenyuan Daxian refers to the pen, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances to leave lines of big characters on the stele.

Shaoqing, a letter of more than 100 words was engraved on this stone tablet.

Zhenyuan Daxian said with a smile: "Later, you only need to put this stone tablet outside, let the cultivators swear by blood, and you can complete it." ”

"The first person to sign the covenant must be Yang Jian's nephew," the Tai Chi Immortal on the side instructed, and everyone is capable of doing good.

How could they not know the true meaning of Yuan Shi Tianzun's words? It was nothing more than that they wanted Yang Jian to start standing in front of the cultivators of the Flood Desolation now.

It's just that Yang Jian's wedding banquet has become a foil. ”

"What's this?" Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor said with a smile, "It's a big deal, let him marry a few more times after the catastrophe, and make up for him to make up for the scene!"

All the great powers can do their best, each of them together, into the feast and talk.

The stele stood there quietly, still the color of bluestone at this time, and soon after, it would be red by the blood of the cultivators of the flood wilderness.

If this catastrophe is over, the flood and famine have passed, and the Black Spirit League Book is a good story;

If this catastrophe is overturned, this stone tablet will be soaked in immortal blood, and I don't know if it will be like that light and shadow.

In the capital of the Black Spirit Country, Ao Xinke was busy before and after, and Kong Xuan, who was fighting abroad, had just returned from rushing back, and was captured by Ao Xinke to do coolies.

For another three days, all the guests were invited into the palace of the Black Spirit King, and dozens of halls suddenly became extremely crowded, and there were still Daluo immortals coming from all over the flood or the chaotic sea, wanting to come here to join in the fun.

The big wedding is scheduled for ten days later, and in these ten days, the main hall of the Black Spirit Country, which originally only a few people enter and leave all year round, is destined to not be idle for a moment.

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Flood famine, East China Sea.

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