Honghuang: Yu Ding forgot to accept a disciple

Chapter 401 Yang Jian is missing
Seeing this, Yang Jian had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​using the Six Soul Banner. He watched helplessly as the immortals were swept away by the torrent of time and space, their spirits fell into confusion, and turned into lifeless bodies like rotten wood.

Yes~ After all, this is in Zhulong's belly, not the real torrent of time and space. It is just some magical powers that Zhulong uses with the authority to control time and space.

Before the breath of the torrent of time and space reached Yang Jian and the other immortals of the Golden Spirit Mother.

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother said: "Zhulong is using the power of time and space to wear down our souls. A moment of time and ten thousand years is nothing. If you want to break this method, there are only two ways!"

"any solution?"

Yang Jian asked anxiously.

"Stick to your original heart, keep your soul. If anyone can wake up, there will be a chance for us to turn things around. But this is easier said than done. Those who are involved will have their memories sealed, their cultivation will be lost, and they will become ordinary people. It will be difficult to break through the confusion~"

The Golden Spirit Mother sighed.

"What about the other one?"

Just as the Golden Spirit Mother was about to explain, a torrent of time and space suddenly rolled in from behind her, and the light in her eyes disappeared.

Yang Jian only had time to tightly grasp the List of the Gods in his hand, hoping to use the power of the List of the Gods to increase his chances of resistance.

The torrent of time and space rolled over, and I felt the world spinning, and the world before my eyes had changed.

Even though the Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of him, it could not stop Yang Jian's soul from being drawn into time and space and falling into confusion.

Suddenly, a big hand attacked from the dark, trying to capture Yang Jian.

The Tai Chi diagram completely concealed Yang Jian and the people around him, including Jin Ling, Wu Dang, Gui Ling, etc., and turned into white smoke and dissipated into the surroundings, as if they disappeared there.

The big hand grabbed nothing, and when the five fingers spread out, an eye appeared in the palm of the hand. It looked around, but did not see any trace of Yang Jian. Reluctantly, it searched among the immortals of the Jiejiao, but finally disappeared helplessly.

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Zhulong nodded with satisfaction. He yawned, opened his sleepy eyes, and said weakly, "The Jiejiao immortals have fallen into the confusion of time and space. Let's break this Nine-bend Yellow River Formation first and capture Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming. This formation is weird and makes me want to sleep~"

"Not right~"

Taoist Zhunti shook his head and said, "Your reaction this time is a symptom of your soul being worn out. This Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation uses the innate treasure, the Primordial Golden Bowl, as the formation's core. It contains innate secrets and life and death mechanisms, which can wear out your soul silently. If you delay for too long, the Primordial Golden Bowl will completely refine your Dao Fruit, and you will lose all your magic power and turn you into a mortal body."

He picked up the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand and could see that the green leaves on the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, which were originally full of vitality, had now become a little wilted.

The Taoist priest standing by was not much better.

The Taoist Jie Yin had a solemn expression on his face: "The demon I converted from Northern Julu Continent has lost all its magical powers and has become an ordinary beast."

Following his gaze, he saw many wild beasts under the lotus platform. They seemed to be drunk and unconscious. Even though the sky was filled with dangerous wind and sand, they just slept there, allowing the wind and sand to erode their skin and fur, destroy their bones and marrow, and mix into the wind and sand, adding a hint of blood to the yellow sand.

Zhulong felt groggy and couldn't muster up any energy. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at himself.

Originally, the wind and sand in the formation could not do anything to the hard scales on his body, but now scratches appeared on the scales.

"Why don't we use these Jiejiao immortals to threaten the Three Heavens and Zhao Gongming and ask them to remove the formation. For every second they slow down, we will kill one Jiejiao immortal."

Zhulong Road.

Zhunti's eyes lit up: "Let's start with Yang Jian."

The idea in his mind was to become Yang Jian first and achieve the main purpose of this trip.

As long as Yang Jian died and they obtained the List of Gods, it would not matter if they let all the other Jiejiao immortals go.

If their goal is achieved, they will be able to make Zhulong withdraw his action of covering the time and space of the underworld, seek help from Taoist Hongjun through the Jade Disc of Creation, and escape from the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

Zhulong followed instructions and searched for Yang Jian's trace in the belly.

"Fellow Daoist, have you found Yang Jian?" Seeing that Zhulong did not respond for a long time, Zhunti could not help but urge him.

He was worried that Zhulong would capture Yang Jian and want to take all of Yang Jian's innate treasures and the List of Gods for himself.

After all, even a saint would be excited by these things.

Zhulong raised his head, his face serious: "Yang Jian is gone!"

"How can it be!"

Zhulong opened his mouth wide: "See for yourself."

The two saints, Zhunti and Jieying, looked as they were told. They passed by Zhulong's throat and could vaguely see that Zhulong was awake inside his stomach. It seemed like a chaos filled with the power of time and space, and the immortals of the Jiejiao were floating in it. All the disciples of the Jiejiao seen before were in it, except Yang Jian, Jin Ling, Wu Dang and Gui Ling.

"Fellow Daoist Zhulong, do you think you want to take Yang Jian for yourself?"

The expressions of the two saints, Zhunti and Jie Yin, turned cold, and they were ready to have a fight.

Zhulong's eyes widened instantly: "How is it possible? Why would I lie to you? Yang Jian's disappearance has nothing to do with me. I clearly swallowed him into my stomach before and used the power of time and space to make them confused. I even counted them one by one at that time~"

As he was talking, he suddenly thought of something: "Could it be that you two took advantage of my inattention and kidnapped Yang Jian so that you could frame me~"

"What did you say!"

Zhunti picked up the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and was about to brush it against Zhulong.

"Wait a minute, Junior Brother."

Taoist Jie Yin tried to dissuade him, "We are now trapped in the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation. The best strategy is for us to advance and retreat together. I think Taoist Zhu Long knows the importance of this matter. He is a man of his word and will not go back on his words. He will not do this."

"Brother, do you suspect that I am hiding Yang Jian?"

Zhunti asked back.

Jie Yin did not say anything, but just looked at Zhunti, and the Jie Yin divine pillar beside him moved with the wind.

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"Dingling bell~"

Yang Jian skillfully turned off the alarm clock and got up from the bed.

His eyes were confused as he looked at everything around him, which seemed strange yet familiar.

Beneath him was a large, soft, white double bed, with residual warmth and a hint of fragrance still lingering beside it. The thin strands of hair that had fallen on the pillow indicated that a woman had once slept here, but there were no other traces in the room, as if she had left long ago.

The house has poor soundproofing and the snoring from next door is deafening.

Yang Jian was stunned for five full minutes before he came to his senses. He seemed to have had a dream in which he became the mythical Yang Jian.

"How is that possible? I was probably too tired last night."

He laughed in silence, his sleepiness faded away, and the memories in his dream became blurred rapidly. He could no longer remember what happened in the dream. He only had the general impression that he was Yang Jian.

Skillfully picking up the phone from the pillow, turning on the screen, and seeing the transfer record of -8080, Yang Jian frowned. Who did he order yesterday?

He can only get up and go to work to make money. Work? Money?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his face became confused for a moment. He actually forgot how much savings he had.

(End of this chapter)