Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 143: Teach the Saint Zhunti a lesson

"can!"

Zhunti was not afraid either, as he did it very covertly, and he was confident that with his abilities as a saint, there were many things that the Three Lives Stone could not reveal.

Zhunti was so fearless that Kong Xuan was unable to refute for a moment. It was obvious that this bald man was a repeat offender. He must have done it very covertly and would not leave any evidence.

Kong Xuan looked at Yang Tianyou. Yang Tianyou would definitely know if it was done by Zhunti.

Yang Tianyou was caught in the middle and finally lowered his head helplessly. After all, Zhunti was his master and he couldn't betray his master and ancestors.

"Okay, let the three children choose."

Kong Xuan shook his head and did not make things difficult for Yang Tianyou. It was not fair to force someone to betray his teacher and ancestors.

If it were him, he would not say anything to put his master in an unjust position.

"Jiao'er, take your brothers and sisters and live a good life among the human race."

Yang Tianyou raised his head and looked at his eldest son Yang Jiao with a firm gaze. He would not betray his teacher and ancestors, but he would also never let his son be a pawn in the fight for destiny between the Western Religion and the Heavenly Court.

Zhunti wanted to slap this evil disciple to death, but he couldn't do that now. If he did that, he would push his three children to the enemy side, and all his plans would be in vain.

Damn it, it’s all Kong Xuan’s fault. If Kong Xuan hadn’t interfered, he would have succeeded long ago.

The Three Golden Crows are simply the nemesis of the Six Heavenly Saints.

Yang Jiao looked at his parents and brothers and sisters, and cried and shook his head: "No, I want to accompany Daddy."

He had grown up, and he knew that if no one went to the West to teach, his father would be tortured or even die.

Although he didn't know the plans between these big shots, he knew that the three siblings were important.

"Jiao'er, you've grown up now, you have to protect your younger brothers and sisters." Yang Tianyou was anxious.

Yang Jiao ignored it and looked at Zhunti and said, "I will go to the West with you to teach. I can listen to you, but you must not embarrass my father."

"Of course. He is my disciple. How could I make things difficult for him?" Zhunti's mouth was almost crooked with laughter. At least he got one, so it wasn't a waste.

"Yang Jian, Yang Chan, why don't you go to the Western Religion with your eldest brother? It would be great if your whole family could all practice religion in the West." Zhunti bewitched Yang Jian and Yang Chan.

"Can my mother go?" Yang Jian asked.

"Your mother is the eldest princess of the Heavenly Palace. I cannot take her to the Western Temple." Zhunti shook his head.

Yao Ji has already joined the Western Religion, so how can he seize the fortune of the Heavenly Court? Yao Ji can go anywhere except to the Western Religion.

Yao Ji is now an abandoned child, and no sect would be willing to accept her. Letting Yao Ji join is equivalent to sending good luck to him. He can continue to seize good luck through his three children and then through Yao Ji.

If other forces don't want her, Yao Ji can only belong to Heaven. From the moment Haotian recognized Yao Ji as his sister, there has been a great causal connection between the two parties. It would be useless even if Haotian killed Yao Ji or drove her out of Heaven.

Where there is a cause, there is an effect. Cause and effect cannot be severed. The fate of the three children is connected with that of heaven.

But Haotian doesn't have the ability to cut off cause and effect.

Haotian's face was gloomy, he felt unwilling and aggrieved. He certainly knew what Zhunti An was thinking. What Zhunti said was simply murderous.

Damn bald ass.

When Yang Jian heard what Zhunti said, his heart sank. He had been very smart since he was a child. Since Zhunti was unwilling to take his mother away, Kong Xuan must be the same.

Kong Xuan had already saved their family, and he couldn't make things difficult for Kong Xuan anymore.

Yang Jian looked straight at his mother. He wanted to take his sister with him to accompany his mother, but would his mother be willing for them to do so?
"do not want!"

Yao Ji knew what Yang Jian wanted to do, and she cried and shook her head.

Haotian's eyes turned red and his patience had reached its limit.

Yang Jian pulled Yang Chan to kneel down, kowtowed three times to his father and mother respectively, and cried, "I will obey my mother and father's wishes and live a good life with my sister among the human race."

Hearing this, Zhunti still wanted to continue fighting, but Haotian's patience had reached its limit. He knocked Yao Ji to the ground with a palm, took out a peach and threw it down.

The peaches turned into Peach Mountain, pressing Yao Ji under the mountain.

"My wife!" "My dear mother!"

Yang Tianyou and the three children's eyes instantly turned red and they rushed towards Taoshan.

Although Yang Tianyou recovered his memory, he did not recover his magic power and was still a mortal. He threw the three children behind him and rushed forward alone, protecting Yao Ji under him.

He knew that Yao Ji had an immortal body and would not die, but he did not want Yao Ji to get hurt, as he owed her that.

Although he was also a victim, the instigator of everything was his master.

"Jiao'er, Erlang, Chan'er, live well."

Yang Tianyou left a word and was smashed to death.

"Mom! Dad!"

The three children cried heart-wrenchingly and struggled to rush over, but the mountain had already fallen and the three siblings were isolated outside the mountain.

The three brothers took stones and smashed Peach Mountain, but Peach Mountain was made of peaches, so how could they move it?

"I am the Heavenly Emperor appointed by Daozu. Please do not interfere in the affairs of my Heavenly Court!"

Haotian mentioned the Taoist priest, and then walked towards the Zixiao Palace with a look of resentment.

He must seek justice for today's matter, otherwise everyone will be concerned about the fortune of Heaven and plot against it in the future.

"Live well, mother is fine."

Yao Ji's voice came from Taoshan, and then Yang Tianyou's soul was beaten out by Yao Ji with all her strength.

"Follow me to the West to teach, I will bring your father back to life."

Zhunti took away Yang Tianyou's soul and threatened the three siblings of the Yang family.

"Zhunti, have some shame. If it weren't for you, how could this tragedy happen? The child has already made his choice. If you keep talking, I will kill the Western Religion right now."

Kong Xuan really couldn't stand this hypocritical bald man.

Zhunti rolled his eyes and wanted to forcibly take the person to the Western Temple.

"roll!"

But then Ling Xiao's voice was heard, and then the Yellow Springs Sky Stele broke through the air.

Zhunti was startled, knowing that if he kept talking, Ling Xiao would surely come to kill him, so he quickly picked up Yang Jiao and ran away.

"I have said before that the saints must not plot against the human race and allow their disciples to reincarnate into the human race!"

"Zhunti, it seems that you don't take my words to heart."

"Kong Xuan, Dapeng, go and kill Maitreya and Ksitigarbha, so that Saint Zhunti will remember this lesson!"

Ling Xiao's domineering voice resounded throughout the ancient world.

"The Holy Father is mighty."

Billions of human beings knelt down together. They didn’t know what was happening, but they could tell that it was the voice of the Holy Father.

The Holy Father protects the human race in this way and is so domineering. The human race should also be as domineering as the Holy Father, constantly becoming stronger, and one day be able to repay the Holy Father.

"No, no, let's talk it over. I have never plotted against the fate of the human race."

Zhunti was startled and ran back angrily.

What would be wrong if Maitreya and Ksitigarbha were killed? They were the two most outstanding disciples of Western religion.

Especially Ksitigarbha, they have to seize the luck and merit of the underworld through Ksitigarbha. He is extremely important to Western religions and cannot die.

“Hmph, Yang Jiao has half human blood in his body, and you say you have no intention of plotting against the fate of the human race?” Kong Xuan snorted coldly.

(End of this chapter)