The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

The colorful fairy island stretches across the sky, and its dazzling light illuminates the entire sky brilliantly.

Yang Jian took back Fa Tian Xiang Di, and his ten thousand feet tall golden body turned into the size of an ordinary person. Even so, against the backdrop of this majestic fairy island, his figure still looked tiny.

He looked up at the fairy Chang'e who was walking on the moonlight. Although his heart was slightly disturbed, his face remained calm. "Why are you here, fairy? This place is dangerous, please leave quickly." His tone was cold, but he could not hide his concern.

Chang'e landed beside Yang Jian and keenly sensed the powerful magic power remaining in the void - that was the unique aura of Sun Wukong. Her heart sank, and she thought to herself, could this fight have been caused by her request to Marshal Tianpeng to take Chenxiang to become Sun Wukong's disciple?

Chang'e opened her red lips and said, "Lord, what danger is there here?"

Yang Jian subconsciously clenched his empty palm. Without the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, he felt that his aura was a little weaker. He took a deep breath and said, "Just now, I was sparring with the Fighting Buddha, but I didn't expect to alarm the fairy." Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian was stunned and then looked back at the horizon, only to see dozens of bright lights suddenly shooting from the horizon.

Above the Nine Heavens, Nezha, Li Jing, the God of War, the Twenty-Eight Constellations and other gods came riding on auspicious clouds, bringing with them their divine power.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed inwardly. This time, the battle with Sun Wukong lasted so long, and the spiritual power fluctuated so violently that anyone in the Three Realms who had reached the realm of Taiyi Jinxian would have sensed the agitation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and thus located this place. He thought that after hundreds of years of hard training, he had far surpassed Sun Wukong in the way of killing, and could defeat him in a short time, but he didn't expect that he would be evenly matched with him before he used his ultimate move.

Covered by fairy light, all the fairies gathered above the North Sea, all with frowns on their faces, their eyes fixed on the colorful fairy island floating in the sky.

Above the fairy island, fairy light is overflowing, dazzling and even more brilliant than the heaven, which is shocking.

"What fairy island is this? How can there be such magnificent fairy light?"

"Yes, I have never heard of such a place in the Three Realms!"

The immortals were talking among themselves, their faces filled with surprise.

After a moment, Li Jing coughed lightly, holding up the exquisite pagoda, and looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes: "Master, did you just fight with the Fighting Buddha of the West?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said calmly: "Sun Wukong stopped me from upholding the Heavenly Law and shielding the half-human-god half-blood Chenxiang. For the dignity of the Heavenly Law, I naturally have to compete with him."

After these words came out, all the immortals were silent. Facing Erlang Shen, who was in charge of the heavenly rules of justice, they really had no room to comment. After all, if they questioned him, Yang Jian's style of doing things over the past few hundred years would be enough to silence them with a sentence like "If you question this True Lord, are you questioning your Majesty and the Queen?"

Nowadays, in addition to the Three Pure Ones and the Six Imperial Lords, Yang Jian's True Lord Temple and the Justice God Palace are extremely powerful, above all the immortals. All the immortals and their palaces have to cooperate with him, otherwise, it would be tantamount to offending the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother.

But there was someone who was not afraid of trouble. Nezha raised his eyebrows and said, "You two fought so fiercely that it shook the three realms. Could it be that you are mortal enemies? Oh, and what about Roaring Sky Dog? Did Sun Wukong stew Roaring Sky Dog, or did you, Yang Jian, do something that even Buddha couldn't stand?"

Yang Jian snorted coldly upon hearing this, but did not respond. Nezha was now at loggerheads with the God of Justice, and he did not want to say anything.

Thinking of his life and death brother Xiaotian Dog falling into the hands of Sun Wukong and being eaten in front of him, although he would not die, there was no telling what the monkey would do as time went on, and he was very worried!

At this time, Kui Mulang of the Twenty-Eight Constellations said in a deep voice: "Master, where did Sun Wukong go? Why is there no trace of him?"

Yang Jian's heavenly eyes flickered as he looked towards the fairy island.

Upon seeing this, all the immortals turned their gazes in that direction, with different expressions on their faces.

“Just now, someone intervened and stopped the fight between me and Sun Wukong. Then I lost touch with his weapon, and he escaped into the fairy island.” Yang Jian said truthfully, but his expression became more solemn.

There are only a handful of people in the Three Realms who can easily interfere with his fight with Sun Wukong...

As soon as these words came out, the immortals were in an uproar. Anyone who could intervene in the fight between Erlang Shen and the Monkey King must be very important.

Wu Qu Xingjun asked, "My fellow immortals, does anyone know the origin of the owner of this immortal island?"

The immortals all shook their heads and stared at the fairy island in confusion. Li Jing frowned and said, "How strange! With such magical powers, how could the immortals not know about it? How could it be unknown?"

Chang'e pondered, "Maybe it was a hidden master? Because the fight between the Monkey King and the True Lord had such a huge impact, he stepped in to stop it?" Chang'e felt a little guilty.

Water Virtue Star Lord shook his head and said, "Although what the fairy said makes sense, it is really unbelievable that a person who can suppress the peak Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivator suddenly appeared."

As he was speaking, a waterspout suddenly rose up over the North Sea.

Above the waterspout, a figure appeared with dragon horns on his head, exposed fangs, and dressed in a gorgeous dragon robe.

When the immortals looked closely, they found that it was Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea.

Ao Shun's face was filled with fear, but when he saw the faces of the immortals clearly, his expression eased a little. He first bowed to his immediate superior, the Water Virtue Star Lord, and then said to the crowd, "I am Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, and I am honored to meet you, the immortals!"

The Water Virtue Star Lord asked, "Ao Shun, as the Dragon King of the North Sea, do you know the origin of the owner of this fairy island?"

Ao Shun was speechless for a moment. He had come to complain that Yang Jian and Sun Wukong had only fought for a short while, but the creatures in the North Sea were devastated, and his Dragon Palace was severely damaged. But when he looked up at the fairy island floating above the North Sea, he was filled with astonishment - when did this fairy island appear? !

It was only because he sensed the aura of the Water Deity that he mustered up the courage to come and complain.

Seeing the solemn expressions of the immortals, Ao Shun quickly shook his head like a rattle: "I don't know! I don't even know when this immortal island was suspended here!"

Just when everyone was puzzled, Yang Jian, Nezha, Kui Mulang and other monks who were good at killing suddenly changed their expressions.

I saw the fairy island shaking violently, and colorful lights flashing continuously, among which the golden light was particularly dazzling, like thousands of light beams piercing the void.

Sun Wukong's roar could be heard from the island: "Let me out if you dare!"

Upon hearing this, all the immortals stared at him cautiously, with looks of surprise on their faces. It seemed that they felt Sun Wukong's voice was a little tired or even weak?
Yang Jian's heart tightened. From the sound, it seemed that Sun Wukong was at a disadvantage.

"Haha, Sun Wukong, I heard that you were once the Great Sage of the demon clan. Why did you turn against your own side and abandon the demon clan? Where is your sense of justice?"

"In Old Sun's eyes, there is no difference between the demon race, the human race, and all living things!"

"What a compassionate Buddha!" ​​The voice became increasingly gloomy, and the murderous aura turned into black mist, spreading out from the barrier of the fairy island, sweeping across the world like a gust of wind.

"But do you know that all living beings are actually unequal now?"

The fairies were horrified and looked at the fairy island in disbelief.

Boom!

A ray of golden light broke through the barrier of the fairy island, carrying with it a thick murderous aura and black fog.

A golden beam of light shot out from the golden light and went straight towards the fairy island, knocking it dozens of miles away.

When the golden light faded, the immortals looked carefully and saw the Monkey King covered in Buddha's light, holding the Dinghai Shenzhen that was emitting brilliant golden light. His breath was weak, his golden armor was covered with scratches, and he was panting and sweating profusely.

Sun Wukong looked towards the black fog island, his face solemn. He threw a dog and a weapon towards Yang Jian. (End of this chapter)