Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1363 Leaving the bloodline behind

No, Yang Jian still has a confidant!
  That is, Ming Xiaoyang!
  For three thousand years, one after another, the two justice gods relied on each other and were wary of each other.

Every moment, they are engaged in their own competition, treating the entire Three Realms as each other's chessboard.

In the end, Yang Jian's superior skills triggered heaven's punishment and completely wiped out Ming Xiaoyang!
  "No!" Witnessing her son's struggle for three hundred years, Yao Ji weakly threw herself out, trying to block Ming Xiaoyang's fatal palm for Yang Jian.

Unfortunately, all this has happened in the past and cannot be changed at all.

The terrifying palm power penetrated Yao Ji's blockage, shattering Yang Jian's slender body into countless blood and mud, and disappeared with the wind.

"Erlang!"

"Erlang!"

"Erlang!"

Watching Yang Jian die in front of him, in the hands of his only confidant, as the reincarnation of Yao Ji, the woman was reminded of her past life and was unable to call out.

"Second brother!" The Third Holy Mother never imagined that her marriage would be a huge joke. She was trapped in a Buddhist scheme. She didn't know it, but the happiness of a family reunion was stepping on the bones of her second brother.

Seeing Yang Jian's death again, crystal tears rolled down his face, his expression was sad, his voice was like a cuckoo crying for blood, every word was crying.

"Brother Yang Jian!" Nezha murmured, holding the fire-pointed spear tightly, with tears all over his face and his clothes wet.

"Yang Xiaosheng, you are not allowed to die!" Sun Wukong waved the golden cudgel and roared, "You are plotting against me, Sun. If Sun is not convinced, come out and fight with Sun for another 300 rounds."

"Second Master!" Brother Meishan burst into tears and knelt down weakly on the ground, confessing to his Second Master.

Their betrayal was unexpected by the second master. In order to protect them, the second master's death was the price!

Oh my God, what have they done.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Chang'e, who had always been cool and noble in front of Yang Jian and hurt him with her sharp words and words, shed tears from her beautiful eyes and choked silently.

Even the Eight Immortals, Jiejiao Immortals and others who have nothing to do with it can't help but feel regretful after witnessing Erlang Shen's painstaking planning over these three hundred years.

Only the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother looked indifferent, as if everything was nothing.

Why worry about something you already know!

Swish!
  Yang Jian was dead, a breeze blew, and everyone who was sucked into Fuxi Mirror was in a trance, and returned to the Lingxiao Palace.

On the dining tables, various delicacies, including dragon liver and phoenix marrow, were still steaming. Bright candles were lit, and only a stick of incense passed before and after.

But in such a short period of time, everything that happened was nothing short of an earth-shaking change for them.

How could Erlangshen be a man who loved all living beings? The touching love of the Third Holy Mother was a joke from the beginning!
  This is so ridiculous!

Even the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother felt like a huge stone was weighing on their hearts, and they could no longer laugh.

Whoa whoa whoa!
  A loud cry of a baby came out, waking up everyone who was stunned.

"Baby, don't cry, don't cry!" Bamei hugged her son and coaxed her.

When the immortals heard this burst of howling, they remembered that Yang Jian had not disappeared. His only confidant still left a trace of blood in him.

"Eighth Princess, let me heal your Highness!" The God of Medicine Hua Tuo came forward and said to the Eighth Princess.

"Yes." Bamei handed over the child in her arms and asked Hua Tuo to heal Yang Jian's flesh and blood.

A moment ago, Chen Xiang was filled with hatred and wanted to cut off Yang Jian's last bloodline. Yang Chan was so ashamed that she had the intention to step forward, but she had no face to do so.

Chen Xiang's palm strike was certainly made out of anger and he used all his strength, but Yang Jian's Sky Eye Pendant contained 50% of his mana and protected the master on his own initiative, blocking a lot of power for the little guy. In addition, after all, he is the child of Erlang Shen and the Princess of Heaven. He is born with an extraordinary physique, far beyond that of ordinary children.

After Hua Tuo gave the child an injection and medication, it didn't take long for the child to fall asleep sweetly.

"Eighth Princess." After diagnosing and treating the child, Hua Tuo wiped the sweat off his face and said to his eighth sister, "The child is fine for the time being, but in the days to come, we must pay attention to her health."

"That's good." After hearing that her son was fine, the eighth sister breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Hua Tuo, "Thank you so much to the miracle doctor for curing my son!"

My son!

After seeing Fuxi Mirror, Ao Tingxin, the fourth princess of the East China Sea, remembered everything she had experienced in the secret room of the True Lord Temple.

Naturally, what woke up together was her love for Yang Jian.

She is the flesh and blood of the man she loves, why is her mother not her?
  "Cousin." Sensing something was wrong with the emotions of the fourth princess and Chang'e, Yang Chan took a few steps forward, came to the eighth sister, and said in a trembling voice, "No, sister-in-law, can you let me hold the child?"

The eighth sister instinctively took a few steps back, hugged her son tightly, and watched Yang Chan warily, fearing that she would be harmful to her child.

"Don't call me sister-in-law, I can't bear this title!"

"Little master." The Roaring Sky Dog leaned close to the eighth sister, like the most loyal guard, not allowing anyone to harm his master's flesh and blood.

Others around them were not surprised at all by the reaction of Bamei and Roaring Sky Dog, and the Meishan brothers clenched their fists even more.

If it were not for the mother and son of the Three Holy Mothers, Ming Xiaoyang would have no choice, either to die together or to abandon the car to save the handsome man.

How could the second master die in the hands of his only confidant, with no bones left!

Chenxiang lowered her head and stared at her hands. They were white and clean, not even a callus could be found.

But these hands were stained with his uncle's blood!

Yang Chan's delicate body trembled and her expression was in pain, but no one sympathized with her.

After coming out of Fuxi's mirror, Xiaoyu regained her hatred for San Shengsheng and others, and unknowingly distanced herself from them.

It seems that he is considering how to choose between love and hate!

Bang!

An extremely clear and crisp sound was heard, reaching the ears of everyone present.

In a confused state of mind, Yang Chan bumped into the table, and a delicate gold lock fell, making a crisp sound.

Whoosh!
  A white light suddenly appeared, and a voice that was all too familiar to everyone present sounded.

"I originally thought that this ray of consciousness stored in the golden lock would not wake up until at least a hundred and eighty years later. Who would have thought that it would be awakened so soon!"

"Yang Chan, it seems that I underestimated you a little. You are a little smarter than I thought!"

She has long snow-white hair and is dressed in white clothes as white as snow. She has a handsome face and an evil look between her brows.

Ming Xiaoyang!
  "Ah!" Ming Xiaoyang reappeared, and Chen Xiang was immediately aroused the hatred in his heart that had nowhere to vent, and roared towards the opponent.

"Devil, give back my father...uncle's life!"

puff!

One hand was raised high, instead of an axe, and it was slashed down hard, trying to split Ming Xiaoyang in two and vent the hatred in his heart!
  Whoosh!
  This phantom of Ming Xiaoyang was like autumn leaves in the wind, easily avoiding it without any effort.

(End of this chapter)