klisemfg Chapter 216 Yang Jian and Nezha Attack the Heavenly Court
Chapter 216 Yang Jian and Nezha Attack the Heavenly Court
Nether.
Guanjiang Estuary, Longmen.
The River God personally built a cenotaph for Yang Jiao, and the all-seeing and all-hearing gods offered incense and kept vigil for Yang Jiao every day.
The two demons lay on the small grave mound, weeping bitterly.
The all-seeing eye cried out:
"My dear little aunt, how come you've gone to the underworld before we've even become immortals?!"
After crying, she threw a handful of shredded paper into the air.
It's golden yellow.
Shunfeng'er plucked the grass from the grave mound, then took out a handful of shredded paper and scattered it, weeping as he said:
"My brother and I will keep vigil for you for 999 days, and then we will go to the battlefield and die once."
"If you're lucky enough to become an immortal, your luck will end here, so you can come and find me."
The river god's squinty eyes had turned into frog eyes from crying.
The swollen suture was so red that it made the already blurry vision even more difficult to see.
He looked up at the sky.
"Yang Jiao, do you prefer a golden grave or a silver grave?"
"Send me a message in my dream, so I can prepare it for you."
……
Qianyuan Mountain, Jinguang Cave.
After 360 days of practice, Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts reached its peak without any bottlenecks.
Beside him.
They were two Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect who had become numb.
Taiyi Zhenren stared ahead wearily, his eyes vacant, and said:
"Among all the disciples of the Chan Sect, even the Twelve Golden Immortals have not reached the Great Perfection."
"Yang Jian, you'll master it in a year..."
Yu Ding Zhenren was equally stunned.
This cheap apprentice really does have the ability to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
He shook Taiyi Zhenren's plump body like a madman, and said in a terrified voice in his ear:
"The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts! Thousands of profound techniques, an indestructible body, unkillable!"
Moreover, during Yang Jian's transformation, he directly reached the Great Perfection of the Celestial Immortal realm.
From the time he transcended to become a Celestial Immortal until now, only a short year has passed.
Master Yu Ding was extremely envious of this cultivation speed. Were all members of the Yang family this invincible?
Even more remarkably, Nezha's mindset underwent a significant change during this year due to his repeated acts of forbearance, allowing him to directly break through to the Golden Immortal realm.
When the Golden Immortal Tribulation came down, Taiyi Zhenren was just a second ago watching Yuding Zhenren smugly:
“My disciple’s cultivation level is still higher than your disciple’s.”
The next second, he saw Nezha ignore all lightning-avoiding formations, grab his Fire-Tipped Spear, and charge straight at the thunderclouds, pointing and roaring:
"Chop me! I'm standing right here, come and chop me!"
Taiyi Zhenren was so frightened that his heart stopped beating.
He raised his hand as if to help Nezha block the lightning tribulation. If he weren't worried that rushing in would increase the difficulty of the tribulation, he would have loved to take Nezha's place and be struck by lightning himself.
however.
I don't know if it's because Nezha is the reincarnation of the Spirit Pearl, or because his arrogance is just too overbearing.
Those forty-nine lightning strikes seemed to have completed their mission as if they had done so.
Just going through the motions.
It was all chopped up in the blink of an eye.
When Nezha came down, he was covered in smoke, his hair standing on end. As he passed by Taiyi Zhenren and Yuding Zhenren, he was incredibly arrogant.
"Humph."
Jade Cauldron Immortal:
"Your apprentice is still a bit more ruthless than mine."
The heart that had been battered by the past year had suddenly begun to heal itself somewhat.
He coughed lightly and said:
"Yes, my apprentice is like me."
Master Yu Ding glanced at him, not wanting to expose that he had looked pale and sickly when he was undergoing his tribulation as a celestial being.
Every day that Nezha waited for Yang Jian to complete his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts in the Golden Light Cave was extremely difficult. Finally, on this day, Yang Jian opened his eyes.
Yang Jian suppressed his aura, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.
He stood up and blurted out to Master Yuding:
“Master, I have mastered the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. It’s time to go and save my sister.”
He had barely finished speaking.
Nezha then rose to power.
Everywhere I looked, there was hatred and anger.
He had polished the fire-tipped spear until it shone brilliantly.
For a time,
Jade Cauldron Immortal and Taiyi Immortal looked at their respective disciples.
With many worries in his heart, Master Taiyi anxiously said:
"Nezha, your master knows he can't stop you, but you must remember that everyone in the Three Realms knows you are my disciple."
These words reminded Master Yu Ding.
He was now relieved that no one in the Three Realms knew that Yang Jian was his disciple.
He simply instructed:
"Do you still remember what you promised your master when you became his disciple?"
Yang Jian nodded calmly:
"I remember, I will not let anyone know that you taught me this skill."
"That's fine, that's fine."
Master Yu Ding patted his chest.
I need to add a couple more sentences.
Where were Nezha and Yang Jian now in the cave?
He turned back and looked helplessly at Taiyi Zhenren, and asked:
"Junior brother, I still feel uneasy."
Taiyi Zhenren glanced at him sideways and sneered:
"Nonsense! This Eight-Nine Arcane Arts is the most treasured technique of the Chan Sect. We can find out whose disciple he is by the process of elimination!"
The Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts can only be known by the Twelve Golden Immortals.
Even when they teach their own apprentices, they only teach them what they already know.
Unlike Master Yuding, who knows nothing but knows everything!
"Oh no, oh no, I'd better hurry to Jade Void Palace and hide with my master."
……
Yang Jian and Nezha headed straight for the Heavenly Court.
One man held a fire-tipped spear, and the other held a three-pointed double-edged sword.
It leads directly to the South Heavenly Gate.
The three-headed dragon, transformed into a three-pointed, double-edged sword, sensed the aura of the Heavenly Court, trembled, and spoke in human language:
"Master, the South Heavenly Gate is right here. It's the best way to break through and enter the Lingxiao Palace."
Yang Jian gripped his hand tightly.
Before Nezha could make a move, he rushed forward first, and before the two heavenly soldiers guarding the gate could react, the three-pointed double-edged sword was already pressed against his neck.
A collision at both ends.
The heavenly soldiers were knocked unconscious in an instant.
Nezha, disbelieving, raised an eyebrow as he watched Yang Jian's move.
Without waiting for Yang Jian, he entered first.
They happened to encounter a patrol of heavenly soldiers led by a celestial general.
"Who dares to trespass... Ugh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Nezha's golden brick slammed into him, knocking him off his feet and causing him to spin around before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
At this moment, countless arrows flew towards the two of them from the front.
Nezha's eyes narrowed, and he was about to use the Universe Ring to knock it down.
But Yang Jian pulled him back.
He stood in front of Nezha, seemingly oblivious to the menacing arrows hurtling towards him.
Just as the arrow was about to arrive.
A layer of light flashed from Yang Jian's body.
The arrows, as if shot at the barrier, fell down in a flurry before even touching Yang Jian.
Nezha looked at it, raised an eyebrow, and said:
"When the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts reach their peak, nothing can harm you."
It's too late to say.
The arrows flying here were useless, and another general flew in from the top of the South Heavenly Gate.
He holds a mirror that can reflect a person's soul; with just a glance, he can extract the soul, rendering the physical body useless.
Upon seeing this magical artifact...
Nezha gently pulled Yang Jian behind him, glanced at him, and then charged straight ahead.
The immortal general snorted coldly:
"Seek death."
This magical weapon was bestowed by the Queen Mother of the West, so he immediately raised it up and faced Nezha.
Nezha walked straight up to him, even fixing his hair in front of the mirror before raising an eyebrow:
"What a lousy mirror."
Having said that, he smashed the magic weapon with a single punch.
Incidentally, he also sent the general flying.
Yang Jian was puzzled when he saw this.
Nezha turned around and said:
"Go find Yang Jiao quickly. The heavenly soldiers and generals have already been alerted, and there will only be more to come."
These two.
Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts ensure that his physical body remains indestructible.
Nezha is not afraid of soul attacks; his soul will live on forever.
One is immune to physical attacks, and the other is immune to magical attacks.
They directly attacked the fourth level of the Desire Realm.
Yang Jian carefully clarified the position of his blood-related sister, and exclaimed with great joy:
"It's over there!"
The two were faster.
With a sense of trepidation as I approach my hometown, I am filled with longing and unbearable worry. I wonder what kind of torment Yang Jiao (my sister) has suffered in this cold and sensual world.
Nezha shouted:
"Yang Jiao!"
I heard a familiar voice.
Yang Jiao's first reaction was that she thought she had misheard.
He hurriedly took the peach out of his mouth, chewed it, and ran away.
All I saw was...
Before her stood the incredibly handsome Yang Jian and the anxious Nezha, both of them somewhat disheveled.
His clothes were hanging askew, and he looked dusty and dirty.
Behind them, thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals wielding magical weapons were also pursuing them.
In contrast, Yang Jiao...
The clothes she wore were covered with protective magical artifacts, and the half-eaten peach in her hand was so fresh that it had been in her mouth just minutes after being picked from the tree.
Yang Jiao looked at it suspiciously, chewing as she spoke.
He asked, quite puzzled:
"You guys... chewing... what's up?"
grunt.
He swallowed it.