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

Chapter 692 Family Reunion

In the Demon Abyss, they had heard that Yang Jian was very powerful and had made a great name for himself in the prehistoric world. He was almost invincible under the Sub-Saint.

Wutan and Yang Jiao felt very proud when they heard this, and the other demons also wanted to see if Yang Jian was really that strong.

Yang Jian agreed to fight the little evil dragon in order to establish his authority. He would go all out and win the battle quickly to be more deterrent.

One Qi becomes three pure ones and opens.

Follow the laws of heaven and earth, and open.

The sun is really fire, coming out.

The Thunder Purple Lotus draws endless thunder to descend.

The third eye is also opened.

After just a few moves, the little evil dragon was injured by the Sky Eye and was terrified.

"Do you still want to fight? If I had activated the second level of the Heavenly Eye just now, you would have been dead."

Yang Jian looked down at the little evil dragon from above, domineering and powerful, as if he could kill it in an instant if the little evil dragon dared to attack again.

The white light in the third eye between the eyebrows gradually turned into blood light, and an extremely dangerous aura spread out, as if some extremely evil was brewing.

The pupils of the five sub-saints all shrank as they sensed the danger. This move was enough to threaten them or even kill them.

The Demon Lord’s sons are all geniuses.

"I give in. Little Evil Dragon greets the Second Young Master."

The little evil dragon didn't dare to attack again. He was so frightened that he quickly knelt on one knee in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian closed his Heavenly Eye, and the pressure dissipated. The little evil dragon breathed a sigh of relief and retreated obediently.

"Okay, Erlang, you've grown up and are better than your elder brother. You've suffered a lot over the years."

Yang Jiao took the lead in applauding, flew to Yang Jian, and patted Yang Jian's shoulder with satisfaction.

Although he is now in the late quasi-saint stage, he is no match for the little evil dragon, and his fighting power is much worse than Yang Jian.

"No, it's the eldest brother who suffers."

Yang Jian held Yang Jiao's hand tightly. He was actually fine. After he became a disciple of Jinwu Sect, he never suffered any grievances again. However, his elder brother suffered a lot following his father.

"You are better than my eldest brother. You take good care of mother and third sister, but I made father suffer." Yang Jiao blamed himself.

"Well, it's all in the past. Let's not talk about it anymore. Now our family has finally gotten what it deserves. From now on, no one can bully us anymore."

Wutan flew over holding Princess Yao Ji and Yang Chan, his eyes determined and exuding the powerful aura of a hegemon.

"Chenxiang, come over and meet your grandfather and uncle." Yang Chan called.

"Chenxiang greets grandpa and uncle."

Chenxiang hurried over, knelt down, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

"Good, good boy."

As the saying goes, generations apart are close to each other. Wutan helped Chenxiang up, smiling so kindly.

"Grandpa, my second uncle bullied me and seriously injured me many times. It hurts so much."

Chenxiang took the opportunity to complain, sounding so aggrieved, and glanced at Yang Jian with cunning in his eyes, "I can't beat you, but there are people who can deal with you." Anyway, he just wanted to see this extremely proud second uncle get a good beating.

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, this little bastard.

"You little bastard, this is your own nephew, why are you so rude to him?"

Wu Tian glared at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't dare to talk back and glared at Chenxiang unhappily. Chenxiang's mouth was almost stretched to his ears, and his smile was so brilliant, refreshing, and comfortable as never before.

"Grandpa, uncle, this is my fiancée Xiaoyu. We are already engaged and are just waiting for you to come back and preside over our wedding."

"And this is Ao Bingxin, the fourth princess of the East China Sea, my second aunt, who is waiting for you to come back to preside over the engagement."

Chen Xiang smiled and pulled Xiao Yu and Ao Bing Xin over. "Haha, okay, okay, you as the boss should also hurry up."

Wu Tian smiled very kindly and glared at Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao was full of black lines on his head. "I can't find a wife. Don't you know why? I've suffered a lot following you. How can I have time to find a wife?"

Yang Jiao quickly changed the subject, pulled Yang Jian over and introduced the Ten Demon Saints to Yang Jian.

"You are also very familiar with this person, so I won't say much. I recognize her as my godmother, and you can follow me and call her aunt."

Yang Jiao brought Yang Jian to Yu Zhixin.

"aunt."

Yang Jian nodded and shouted.

"it is good."

Yu Zhixin smiled so kindly, and Nezha was still kneeling in front of Yu Zhixin, feeling so jealous.

The main thing was that Yang Jian looked at Nezha provocatively, which almost made Nezha angry to death.

"This is the Blood Thunder Demon Saint, this is the Soul Devouring Demon Saint, this is the Soul Mourning Demon Saint, and this is the Killing Heart Demon Saint. They are the Innate Demon Saints, and they submit to Dad."

"There were originally ten Demon Saints in the Demon Abyss, all of them were sub-saint level beings. My godmother killed one and took his place. The Blood-Crying Demon Saint escaped from the Demon Abyss, and the other five were swallowed by me."

"Dad inherited the legacy of the Demon Ancestor and obtained a technique - the Heaven Devouring Demon Technique. I am able to reach my current level of cultivation because I used the Heaven Devouring Demon Technique to devour the five Demon Saints."

"If they are unwilling to surrender, then we have no choice but to kill them."

"This is the Evil Dragon Demon Saint, you know him too. This is the Heart Monkey Demon Saint, you should also know him. Back then, Tathagata injected Sun Wukong's true spirit and essence into his body to create a fake Spiritual Stone Monkey."

"Later, his true spirit and origin were taken back by Sun Wukong. He was abandoned by Lingshan and felt great resentment. His soul drifted into the Demon Abyss. My father used the Black Lotus, the original spirit left by the Demon Ancestor, to help him rebuild his foundation. He was also called the Black Lotus Saint Envoy."

"This is Black Robe, this is Giant Scorpion, and this is Ying Yao. They were all promoted by Dad later."

"The demon clan has a strict hierarchy, with strength being the most respected. Those above the peak of Quasi-Saint are called Demon Saints, and those from the early to late stages of Quasi-Saint are called Demon Lords. Although there are only thirty Demon Lords at present, the Soul-Mourning Demon Saint has a magic weapon, the Soul-Mourning Demon Coffin, which can turn immortals and Buddhas into demons. The strength of our demon clan will become stronger and stronger."

Yang Jiao introduced them to Yang Jian one by one.

Originally, there were many quasi-saints in the demon clan. In order to unify the Demon Abyss, they started a killing spree, which seriously damaged the vitality of the demon clan and killed all those who were unwilling to surrender.

"The gap between this strength and Lingshan is quite large. Tathagata has also become a saint. Moreover, Lingshan also has the Blood Mosquito Buddha Lord sitting in charge, and there is a saint of the fourth level."

"There are still four sub-saints and hundreds of quasi-saints in Lingshan."

Yang Jian frowned, the gap was too big.

"Haha, it's okay. Have you forgotten that Taoist Mosquito once followed the Demon Ancestor Luohou? Dad can use the World-Destroying Black Lotus to break Zhunti's power of salvation and let Taoist Mosquito recover himself. Who do you think he will help?"

"Furthermore, Dad has refined the essence of Weak Water. If the Weak Water floods the Holy Mountain, who can stop it?"

Yang Jiao said confidently.

"That's stable."

Yang Jian nodded.

"Don't you obey me in everything? I want you to go to Lingshan and kill Ran Deng, and eliminate Li Jing's backers. I want him to live in endless fear and torture him bit by bit."

Here, Yu Zhixin said to Nezha.

"it is good."

Nezha agreed without any hesitation and turned to head west. After killing Randang, he would also die, but he didn't care. This time, he would not go wrong again.

Even if his mother wanted him to die, he would not hesitate because he owed her that.

"Wait, take this."

A black lotus of the primordial spirit appeared in Wujitian's palm and floated towards Nezha.

(End of this chapter)