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

Chapter 375 Yang Jian's Social Death

"This, why is this?"

The Jade Emperor's eyes were full of confusion. He was stuck at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level and dreamed of breaking through to the Sub-Saint level.

"The method of beheading the three corpses passed down by Hongjun has flaws. It conceals a very important point. The magic weapon for beheading the three corpses needs to have the same origin, otherwise it will be difficult to completely integrate them."

"You have been unable to break through to the sub-saint level because the magic weapon you used to kill the three corpses has conflicting properties and can never be completely integrated."

"And the one-yuan heavy water has the ability to cleanse and fuse. It is often used by Yuanshi refiners to promote the fusion of spiritual materials."

"By the same token, one-yuan heavy water can also promote the fusion of the three corpses. I suggest that you exchange as much one-yuan heavy water as possible with the Chan Sect to cultivate your own confidants."

"For example, the North Pole God of War and the Yellow Horned Immortal can both be used."

Ling Xiao pointed out.

He would be happy to see more saints appear in the prehistoric world. Those chaotic demons would come back at any time. The stronger the prehistoric world is, the stronger its ability to protect itself would be.

"Thank you for the advice, Saint Lingxiao."

The Jade Emperor was overjoyed. He stood up, bowed, and left in a hurry to get one yuan of heavy water.

Not long after the Jade Emperor left, another person came to Penglai Fairy Mountain. Tongtian's incarnation, the Green Lotus Sword Immortal, returned from the chaos and became a saint.

"Yes, you have become a saint. It seems that you have gained a lot of opportunities in the chaos."

Ling Xiao looked at it and nodded.

"I was lucky enough to encounter the corpse of a Chaos Demon God. I refined the holy marks within and became a saint. I remember you said that you would give me a gift when I became a saint." said the Green Lotus Sword Immortal.

"That's right." Ling Xiao nodded, pointed a finger at his forehead, and returned the memories and inheritance that Tongtian asked him to keep.

After a long time, the Green Lotus Sword Immortal digested this information and said in surprise: "It turns out that I am the reincarnation of the Holy Man Tongtian."

"To be precise, he has placed all his hopes on you. You are both all-powerful, and you are my true self, the way he wants to live. You should stay in Penglai for the time being and listen to the teachings together." Ling Xiao said.

He had a premonition that something big was going to happen to Tongtian. In the future, there would be no more Three Pure Ones Tongtian, only the Green Lotus Sword Immortal Tongtian.

Hongjun is in big trouble.

In Zixiao Palace, Tongtian also sensed that his incarnation had returned to the ancient times and had become a saint. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Everything was ready, only the east wind was missing.

Hongjun, you will never imagine that Father God has already calculated everything. You have always been a pawn of Father God, occupying the magpie's nest. It's time for you to pay the price.

On this day, the westward-bound team reached Pansiling.

"There's an evil spirit, be careful."

Sun Wukong saw the evil spirit in the mountain at a glance.

"Lao Sha, Xiao Bailong, you two protect the master. Monkey King and I will go take a look first."

It’s a bit far from Zhuzi Country to here, and Zhu Bajie has been itching to get started.

Since Zhu Bajie had nothing to do, Guanyin suffered. After fighting every night, she was exhausted by Zhu Bajie. Her cultivation had loosened and she began to decline.

But she couldn't resist, couldn't break the seal set by Ling Xiao, and couldn't even commit suicide. She would rather commit suicide and reincarnate into another life than continue to be tortured and humiliated by Zhu Bajie.

Here, the two brothers came to the mountain, and then they saw seven young girls swimming and playing in the clear spring.

Zhu Bajie's eyes widened immediately, and Sun Wukong kicked Zhu Bajie and said: "These are seven spider spirits."

"I know they are fairies. They must have been designed by the Heavenly Court and Lingshan. Seven female fairies are designed just for me. It just so happens that I am bored of sucking Guanyin every day. I want to change the taste."

"Brother Monkey, set up a ban to protect me."

Zhu Bajie licked his lips, transformed himself into Tang Monk and strode over.

Sun Wukong was frowning. You go and have fun, and let me keep watch for you. Don’t you feel guilty about this?

heaven.

"What is this pig head going to do?"

Fuxi had a bad feeling in his heart. Although the seven spider spirits were of average aptitude, they were at least at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal. Now that the demon race was in decline, a peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal was considered powerful. If they were killed, he would be heartbroken.

Pansiling.

"Who?"

As soon as Zhu Bajie approached, he was noticed.

"I am Tang Sanzang, a poor monk who came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and was heading to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. I passed by this place and saw a mountain spring. I wanted to take a bath here, but I didn't expect that there was a female donor here." Zhu Bajie made up a story in a serious manner.

Outside, Tang Seng's eyelids were twitching and he was sneezing madly.

Sun Wukong witnessed it with his own eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched. "Are you really not afraid of being beaten for ruining your master's reputation?"

The corners of the mouths of the gods and Buddhas in the sky were also twitching.

And then something even more unbearable came.

"You are Tang Monk, you are clean and fair, and you are quite pleasing to the eye."

"The spring is big. Come bathe together. We don't mind."

Seven spider spirits swam over.

"No, no, I am a monk, how can I do this?" Zhu Bajie refused in a serious manner, but it was only a verbal refusal.

"Come on, we don't mind, what are you afraid of."

Seven spider spirits gathered around.

Zhu Bajie refused with his mouth, but his body was very honest and he didn't resist at all. He was soon stripped naked and pulled into the water.

Sun Wukong was stunned, then he reacted and quickly set up restrictions to cover it up.

In Heaven, Fuxi covered his face, feeling embarrassed, so embarrassed.

"Nosy monkey."

Suddenly he couldn't see anymore, and Taibai Jinxing cursed in annoyance.

brush!
All the gods looked over in unison. Although they thought the same thing, Taibai was very brave to dare to say it out loud. It turned out that he was a fellow traveler.

"Master, I want to play like this too."

At this moment, Diao'er, who had transformed into a purple-gold marten beside Yang Jian, suddenly said this, pouting and looking at Yang Jian eagerly.

All the gods looked over at once, their eyes wide open, their eyes burning with gossip spirits.

Is the cold and abstinent God of justice so playful in private? Don't judge a person by his appearance.

The Jade Emperor looked at Yang Jian with dissatisfaction. If you want one, why do you need to look for a pet? As long as you ask, you can choose any of your seven beautiful cousins. You can have them all.

My uncle found a reason to marry into the human race, and the gods couldn’t say anything.

Yang Jian is the god of justice in heaven, but he is also the Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao in the human race's court. Yang Jian represents the human race's court in marriage with heaven, and who dares to object?

Self-degradation, self-degradation.

It happened that the Seven Fairies were also here today, and they were all looking at Yang Jian with resentment. Normally, they really admired this cousin.

Who wouldn’t admire and like a handsome and powerful cousin?

Yang Jian felt more helpless than ever before, his ears turned red. He would rather fight with Tathagata than experience such social death.

"Diao'er, don't talk nonsense, children can't play with this."

Yang Chan pinched Diao'er's nose and helped Yang Jian out of the predicament.

She didn’t know why, but when she saw her cold and helpless second brother, she wanted to laugh.

"No, I'm tens of thousands of years old. I'm not a child anymore. I just want to marry my master." Diao'er pouted and acted coquettishly.

(End of this chapter)