Yang Jian stayed in the Dragon Palace, waiting for the results of the Dragon Palace's search for the three-headed blue wave Jiao, and would go to the small island next to the Dragon Palace every day to instruct the twelve commanders to practice, and also explain the general outline of the battle formation of Mo Han to the twelve commanders.

However, on the fourth or fifth day, Yang Jian's fight against demons and refutation of the heavenly court in Beizhou was widely spread in the flood and famine.

Because of the alarm of the sage's inscription, many cultivators who have been in retreat for many years have also revealed their traces, but they have responded to the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

The little prestige that Heavenly Court had managed to accumulate was damaged one after another, and the Jade Emperor protected his nephew, but was slapped in the face by his nephew with a sage's inscription...... It has also become a joke among the monks.

Actually, is there less joke about the Jade Emperor?

That sentence 'Haotian Boy' is afraid that the Jade Emperor will never be able to get rid of the 'old account'.

But many people feel that Yang Jian is too ruthless, even if he has a grudge against the Jade Emperor, he should lead the Jade Emperor's affection, why bother to poke this matter out?

After this incident, although the prestige of the Heavenly Court was damaged, many people felt that the Jade Emperor was also a loving and righteous Heavenly Emperor, and he was not sitting high in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall and not eating the fireworks of the world......

The clouds of calamity in the southern Ganbu Continent are getting lower and lower, and the catastrophe is already about to come.

Whether it is the disciples of the Three Sects or the cultivators of the Central Divine Prefecture, they all regard the Southern Ganbu Continent as a forbidden place, and they dare not take a step beyond the Thunder Pool, lest they turn into ashes in the catastrophe......

The heavenly machine became more and more chaotic and unclear, and the line that the powerful monk could still grasp became thinner and thinner, almost broken.

At this time, the only people who knew what the gods were doing were the saints of the three religions, and a few saints and disciples of the Western religions.

But what are the bigwigs doing in secret...... That's what Yang Jian can't know.

Yang Jian seemed to have nothing to do in the Dragon Palace, but in fact, he was waiting for Heavenly Court to make a move, and at the same time, he was also thinking about how he could get as many benefits as possible in the gods.

If you can take advantage of the power of the gods and let your strength soar to the sky, it will naturally be great.

Yuding reminded him that he could not calculate the reincarnation of the flying bear, and Yang Jian also dismissed his previous plan.

He also wanted to find an opportunity to pretend to accidentally kill Jiang Taigong, so that his master Yuding could be a god and enjoy the luck of being a god.

Even, Yang Jian didn't think that he was in charge of the god list, but he did that, and he was working against his own saint ancestor, Yang Jian really didn't have the courage to calculate the saint.

Can't get rid of Jiang Taigong, Yang Jian began to think about who else among the gods has stronger luck and a more critical position.

Wu Wang, Li Jing, Huang Feihu, Wen Zhong, Daji, Shen Gongbao?

Then he saw himself reflected in the water......

"I remember, I seem to have been the Zhou Army Governor in the War of the Gods. ”

Yang Jian muttered in his heart, of course he didn't dare to say this directly......

The twelve witches are meditating and practicing not far away, Yang Jian has just finished teaching today, and he is going to return to the Dragon Palace to find Ao Xinke to continue chatting, and enhance the relationship between the two, so as not to be embarrassed after he worships heaven and earth and enters the cave room.

Yang Jian didn't want to be the right Qing Shui Daoist, Ao Xinke is as tender as water, and he is also strong......

Think about the right thing, think about the right thing.

In the gods, although Yang Jian is only a grain supervisor, he has repeatedly defeated strong enemies, turned the tide several times, and 'carried' the Zhou army when it was defeated, and he can be regarded as a key figure in the camp of King Wu of Zhou.

"What should I calculate with this god?"

Yang Jian stood there quietly, looking up at the flowing clouds in the sky, thinking that his work of saving his mother had not yet been completed, and his heart was a little more troubled.

Jumping onto the clouds and taking out the spearless, Yang Jian didn't use the magic method, just waved the spear, and saw a swimming dragon swinging in the air, and the dragon groaned.

The Twelve Commanders opened their eyes and looked into the air, their eyes full of admiration and a little fanatical.

Although Yang Jian has never learned marksmanship, he plays the spear without a sharp gun in a good way, alternating offense and defense as he likes, and is majestic.

When attacking, the guns came out like rain, and for a time the sky was full of gun shadows, and the clouds were all shattered;

When defending, the spear turned into a copper wall around the body, protecting the whole body impermeable.

The rise of Yang Jianwu, as soon as his hand was hot, he penetrated a stream of Xuangang into the spear, and then the spear came out like a dragon, waving out colorful gun shadows towards the eastern sky, each gun shadow can open mountains and gravel, extremely powerful!

Yang Jian put away the gun and looked at the shadow of the Xuangang gun that shot out, and the shadow of the gun did not dissipate until a hundred miles away, leaving a fierce killing aura, which rushed for a long time......

"If you have no regrets, how strong should you be?"

Yang Jian held the pointless spear and admired softly, and thought, if this spear was cast by the four sons of the ancestral dragon back then, how could it fall into his hands?

The dragon clan must be regarded as a treasure, and it is a treasure that can compete with the innate treasure!

Now the strength that this pointless gun can exert is not as good as it should be!

"Even if you behead three evil dragons, I'm afraid it won't be able to make you bloom with real divine light," Yang Jian touched the body of the gun, with a hint of regret in his eyes, but also a faint sense of satisfaction.

A blade, just like the siblings of a warrior, Yang Jian originally relied on hand-to-hand combat and fighting with people, and it was reasonable to attach great importance to this divine soldier.

"You continue to practice here, don't slack off, and if you have something, come to the Dragon Palace to find me. ”

"Yes!" the Twelve Commanders agreed, and Yang Jian flew towards the Dragon Palace with his hands behind his back.

Just as he was about to enter the sea, he heard a sound of breaking the air coming from the southeast.

Yang Jian turned his head to look at it and saw that it was a jade talisman with a slightly familiar aura on it...... Uncle Taiyi?

Receiving the jade talisman in his hand, Yang Jian read it carefully, and his face gradually became solemn.

He put the jade talisman in the wrench, and sent the voice to the little cicada and Ao Xinke in the Dragon Palace, and after a while, three shadows appeared beside Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said: "This time I'm not going to fight, Senior Uncle Taiyi has something to look for me, I'm afraid it has something to do with my Senior Brother Lingzhuzi." Do you want to go with me to Qianyuan Mountain?"

Ao Xinke said softly: "You, you let ...... I go, I want to, I go. ”

Needless to say, Yang Xiaochan had already taken out a mussel shell, turned the mussel shell into the size of a boat, and pulled Chu Qian to jump up with a smile.

"Brother, you kept saying that you would go back to your hometown to see, so let's just go with you this time. ”

Yang Jian was stunned, stood there thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled.

How could he forget about this? After returning to his homeland, he could take the opportunity to attack the Heavenly Court......

"Please," Yang Jian made a gesture of please, naturally to Ao Xinke.

"Hmm," Ao Xinke nodded, and Yanran flew into the mussel shell, arranging a layer of water mist around the mussel shell, which was quite immortal.

Yang Jian also jumped into the mussel shell, and sat down around a small square table with two beautiful women who were like flowers and jade, and a yellow-haired girl......

A stream of mysterious qi hit the clam shell, and the clam shell immediately turned into a beam of light and flew towards Zhongshenzhou.

Lingzhuzi, I'm afraid that he has already understood his own way, and he is ready to be reincarnated and go to Chentangguan.

As soon as the mussel shell flew to the west, there was a slight fluctuation of divine consciousness in the seawater, and in the border land of Dongsheng Shenzhou, several figures scattered in all directions.

At the same time, a huge building ship wandering in the Dongsheng Divine Prefecture was slowly speeding in the southwest direction......

In the mussel shell, Chu Qian stroked the qin, Xinke made tea, Yang Xiaochan was holding a book and reading it with relish, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke sometimes talked for a few words, and sometimes listened to the sound of the piano, which was very pleasant.

Coming out of the East China Sea, Yang Jian instructed Yang Xiaochan: "In the flood and famine, people's hearts may not be as treacherous as demons, or even more than that, you must think more about things and act recklessly." ”

"I know," Yang Xiaochan said a little helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I thought I would cause trouble, I can be good, don't believe you ask Sister Qian?"

Chu Qian's piano sound turned a few times, but it was a little more joyful, which made Xiao Chan'er roll her eyes.

The immortal mussel rushed into Dongsheng Shenzhou, and Yang Jian raised his height slightly, without releasing any might.

Although Dongsheng Shenzhou is also a beautiful place, it is much inferior to Zhongshenzhou, there are many tribes that maintain the ancient inheritance of the human race spread here, and there are also many immortal sects, but their reputation is not very loud.

Yang Jian saw an extremely luxurious building ship floating in the air in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to it, but just flew over with a fairy mussel.

Originally, the speed of the immortal mussel was extremely fast, and the height was hundreds of zhang away from the building boat, not to mention a few hundred zhang, and the two should not be related, but a sword shadow suddenly flew out from the building boat, attacking the immortal mussel that Yang Jian was riding......

"Humph!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and a Xuangang swayed out. Xuan Gang immediately shattered the sword shadow and blew it up again.

He is not the master who suffers losses and swallows his voice, so he is naturally 'responsive'.

Hearing a bang, the corner of the building boat was directly shattered, and the building boat also trembled slightly, and dozens of figures rushed out and looked at the fairy mussel.

Yang Jian didn't want to be involved with these people more, so he was about to leave while driving the fairy mussel.

But there is a guy who is not afraid of death, full of alcohol, and scolds at the fairy mussel: "The one on there is the nephew of the Jade Emperor? What's the matter? I reward you with a sword, and you still dare to burp, and dare to hurt my fairy boat?"

Yang Jian suddenly lost the intention of running away, and stopped the boat in place, his face was very unkind.

Yang Jian did not lose his mind because of anger, and at this time he was still thinking about why the other party knew that he was in this immortal clam and why he knew that he was still provoking him.

But then, the powder-faced young man who was full of alcohol slashed out one sword shadow after another, and scolded in his mouth: "Yang Jian, come down!

Yang Jian pursed his mouth, stood up in the fairy clam and slapped another palm.