Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1297 Xumi Fantasy Realm

The Temple of the True King.

Using black and white as the keynote, it contains an indescribable chill.

Taking off his black clothes and putting on his silver armor, Yang Jian sat on the throne, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The handsome face had a hint of paleness.

"Second Master, are you okay?"

"Master, are you okay?"

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Brothers Meishan and Roaring Sky Dog stood around Yang Jian and asked hurriedly when they saw that Yang Jian was bleeding.

Looking around, the six Meishan brothers who had always followed Yang Jian in the past were missing their eldest brother, Kang Anyu.

A few days ago, Kang Anyu couldn't stand Yang Jian's ruthlessness towards his sister's family, so he chose to leave, unwilling to continue to get involved in these messy things.

The only ones left with Yang Jian are Zhang Boshi, the second oldest in Meishan, Li Huanzhang, the third oldest, Yao Gonglin, the fourth oldest, Guo Shen, the fifth oldest, and Zhijian the sixth.

"It's nothing serious." Yang Jian waved his hand to everyone, with a hint of hatred in his tone, "Damn it, if they weren't so numerous, the Bull Demon King and his son alone would not be my opponent at all!"

After studying the rules of heaven for three hundred years, Yang Jian had some insights into the realm above the Golden Immortal, which was far superior to the Bull Demon King and others who only had brute strength.

"Second Master." Among the Meishan brothers, the fourth oldest, Yao Gonglin, was the most resourceful. He added, "Your Majesty has issued an order for Li Jing, his son and others to conquer the Bull Demon King and rescue the Baihua Fairy."

"Once Fairy Baihua comes out and the two confront each other, you..."

Yao Gonglin remained silent during the middle of his sentence, but everyone knew what he had left unfinished.

The reason why the Bull Demon King captured Baihua Fairy and others was secretly instigated by Yang Jian.

The inside story is exposed, and even if the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother protect him, Yang Jian's position as the God of Justice will not be too secure.

"I know," Yang Jian nodded, "So, no matter what, we can't let Chenxiang rescue Baihua Fairy and those bitches."

Speaking of Fairy Baihua and others, Yang Jian's voice sounded like a golden sword.

"You guys go down and rest first, I want to heal your wounds." Yang Jian ordered as he looked around at the brothers around him.

"Second Master, have a good rest."

"Owner!"

They were worried about Yang Jian's injury, but they had known each other for thousands of years. They all understood Yang Jian's character and knew that he didn't want them to see his weak side.

At that moment, the five Meishan brothers, together with the roaring dog, all exited the back hall, leaving the space for Yang Jian alone.

"Ah!" Yang Jian, who was alone, and who had just been as if nothing had happened, suddenly showed an expression of extreme pain, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and he grabbed his chest with all his strength.

tread!tread!tread!
  In the empty back hall, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, and a pretty and exquisite figure walked out of the darkness and came to Yang Jian.

By the faint candlelight in the back hall, the face of the visitor was revealed.

She is charming and cute, with cold eyes, and holds a short sword in her left hand.

The little fox from Thousand Fox Cave in Wanku Mountain - Xiaoyu!
  "Er Lang Shen, doesn't it seem like you are in a good situation now?" Xiaoyu said coldly, holding her weapon tightly, "I only need one sword to kill you and avenge my grandma!"

At the end of the sentence, a bare hand pressed down on the hilt of the dagger!

"But you can't kill me." Yang Jian was not surprised by Xiaoyu's appearance. He barely regained his composure and started talking, "If I die, how can you kill Sun Wukong to take revenge?"

"You have no choice. If you want to take revenge, you have to join forces with me first. As for your grandma's revenge, that's a story for later!"

"Hmph!" Xiaoyu snorted unwillingly, "Even so, our account will be settled one day."

As she spoke, there was a hint of complexity in Xiaoyu's bright eyes, "You saved my father and killed my grandma."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen to join forces with you!" He did not accept the messy theory of the Third Holy Mother. Although Xiaoyu still had some feelings for Chenxiang, she still had more hatred.

"Whatever!" Yang Jian said nonchalantly.

"I'll rush to Jilei Mountain first, see you then!" Xiaoyu's figure flashed, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the hall.

The lingering sound lingered, leaving behind this last sentence.

"Hehehe." Seeing the girl who almost became his daughter and who was burdened with hatred leave, Yang Jian suddenly smiled, and smiled very happily.

A trace of heartfelt relief appeared on his extremely cold cheek.

"The true king is summoned by the Queen Mother!"

Outside the hall, a rapid voice came, conveying an order from the Queen Mother of Yaochi.

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Yaochi Palace.

It's resplendent with auspicious clouds.

Wearing a golden phoenix robe, the graceful Queen Mother sat on the phoenix chair, facing Yang Jian.

"The little god pays homage to the empress."

After taking a few pills and temporarily suppressing the injuries in his body, Yang Jian strode into Yaochi and knelt down.

"Yang Jian, I give you a treasure." Seeing Yang Jian's arrival, the Queen Mother took out a scroll-like thing from her wide sleeves.

Swish!
  The scroll automatically unfolded in the void without wind, revealing the dreamlike scenery inside.

Next to the scroll, a string of wind chimes hangs, making a crisp sound.

"This is called the Sumeru Illusion. No matter who you are, once you fall into the Sumeru Illusion, you will see everything you want to see most." The Queen Mother proudly introduced her magic weapon, "When the mind is entangled, the wind chimes will Tangled together.”

"When you choose your own desires, your soul will fly away and you will never be reincarnated."

"This?" Hearing the power of Xumi Illusion, Yang Jian cried out in shock.

"Now, go into it yourself and give me a taste of it!" Queen Mother walked to Yang Jian and ordered.

"Empress, little god..." Yang Jian was confused.

The Queen Mother was surprised and said: "What? Are you unwilling?"

Yang Jian argued: "Mother, the little god doesn't dare. The little god is just thinking, is this magic weapon overkill for the little god?"

The Queen Mother's phoenix eyes were filled with scrutiny. She pointed a white finger at Yang Jian and said bitterly: "I know this. You must have some small thoughts and you are afraid that I will find out."

"Little gods don't dare." Yang Jian defended.

"If I let you in, just go in!" The Queen Mother impatiently pushed Yang Jian and pushed him into the Xumi Illusion.

Swish!
  An inexplicable feeling of weightlessness surged into Yang Jian's heart. With Yang Jian's current cultivation level, he was unable to grasp it and completely forgot everything about the Sumeru illusion.

When he opened his eyes again, what appeared in front of him was an extremely familiar scenery.

The crystal clear jade tree, the coldness from the heart, an ice and snow palace stands, and two familiar figures nestle tightly together.

One of them, dressed in black and silver armor, with a cold and arrogant expression, was Yang Jian himself; the other person was the object of his countless dreams.

The blue and white fur coat dazzles the country and the city. Just standing there, there is a sacred and inviolable aura, like the most noble goddess!

"Yang Jian, do you like me?" His eyes were in a trance, then dispersed on their own, and Chang'e appeared in front of him and asked quietly.

(End of this chapter)