Thousands of miles away, in the misty clouds and mist, the fairy mountains are floating, the spirit is like water, fairy birds and beasts are passing through, and all kinds of strange flowers are blooming, competing for beauty, and it is so beautiful.

In the center, there is an immortal mountain with a radius of only five or six miles, with pavilions and towers on it, which are scattered. Yang Jian's teacher, Yu Ding Zhenren, one of the twelve golden immortals, is standing in front of a crystal coffin with a warm smile on his face.

"Junior Brother Jiang, haven't woken up yet"

A man was immediately sitting up in the crystal sky coffin. The fog rising around him made his face blurry, but from the outline, it was vaguely recognized that he was Jiang Ziya, the Prime Minister of the Great Zhou. He lived again.

"Junior Brother Jiang, what's wrong with me?" Yu Ding Zhenren looked concerned. He maintained enough respect for this junior brother who was even shallower than his disciple's cultivation.

Jiang Ziya seemed to have not walked out of the shadow of death. She was stunned for a long time before she raised her head and said to Yu Ding Zhenren: "Senior Brother Yu Ding, why am I not dead again!"

Yu Ding asked this question and didn't know how to answer it. He thought to himself that others would not even envy you. He also asked why those monks who died in the Battle of the Gods had such treatment, if they had been thankful to the heaven and earth and the saints.

"Ahem, Junior Brother Jiang, you are a person who is in danger and faces many difficulties. Others will have to be on the List of Gods once they die. You can die seven times. In addition, the last time you die at the hands of Shen Gongbao, you still have five chances left, so cherish it."

After saying that, Yu Ding was a little envious of this junior brother's good luck. The Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun and Samantabhadra who died not long ago would not be on the List of Gods even if there was such an opportunity.

"You can die seven times." Jiang Ziya was shocked. No one had ever told him about this. Last time he was taken off by Shen Gongbao, he thought it was a lucky person.

"Oh, I don't know how the battle situation at Qinglong Pass is. I'm always a little worried where Yang Jian goes alone." Yu Ding Zhenren mentioned Yang Jian, and a trace of sorrow was brought out between his eyebrows. Last time Yang Jian escaped with blood, he was shocked, so when Yang Jian left, he gave Yang Jian the immortal sword to the treasure of the mountain to Yang Jian.

Jiang Ziya was about to say that you can calculate it, but suddenly appeared in his mind not long ago, what Samantabhadra and Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun said, the Battle of the Conquest of Gods was fully launched, and those who participated could no longer calculate it.

"Junior Brother Jiang, is your list of Gods?" Yu Ding Zhenren asked subconsciously, and he was a little scared after asking. He asked why the list of Gods is for nothing. Except for dead people, it is best to be clean.

"On the body" Jiang Ziya said, and her back glowed, and the original robe appeared in complex patterns, as if there were several layers of seals.

"Did you wear the Gods List on your body?" Yu Ding Zhenren didn't know what to say. He was such an ominous thing to wear on his body, so his junior brother was really very heartless.

"It's broken." Jiang Ziya's face changed, and her voice hoarsely said: "Yang Jian is on the list."

The true man Yu Ding was dizzy and almost plunged into the ground. Unlike other golden immortals who used his disciples as tools to resist the great catastrophe of the gods, he spent a lot of effort to train Yang Jian, and spent billions of resources to cultivate immortals. The purpose was that one day Yang Jian could inherit his mantle. Unexpectedly, he became a slave to the heavenly court.

"Senior Brother Yuding, please feel sorry!" Jiang Ziya comforted him, but he was not uncomfortable at all. There have been too many such incidents recently, and he has become numb.

The real man Yu Ding suddenly raised his head, and the fierce light like a hungry wolf flashed away in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Jiang, I will accompany you to Qinglong Pass for a walk."

The disciples who had been trained after thousands of years disappeared, and the real person Yu Ding naturally couldn't swallow this, but he didn't know that because of this decision, he automatically stepped into the killing disaster, and he himself was still ignorant of this.

Jiang Ziya's eyes lit up, he was worried that he would not have any helpers.

“Very good, very good”

But I don’t know that in the eyes of the Yuding True Man, Jiang Ziya has become synonymous with the “Shengmen Star” and is the same as another version of Shen Gongbao.

...

Under Qinglong Pass, the earth is full of gullies, with cracks at five steps and abyss at ten steps. The black air that makes people sink constantly emerges from bottomless places.

Chu Feng and Bixiao came for a while and looked at each other. Not far away, a bronze carriage led by a black panther had been stuck for a long time. Is it over or over?

"Fellow Daoist Chu, what does it mean to be with fellow Taoist Shen Gong?" Bi Xiao asked in confusion.

This time she and Chu Feng came, and were ready to take action, but she didn't expect that she would see this scene.

Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized it and flashed and appeared next to the bronze carriage.

"Shen Gongbao, there is not a single person in Qinglong Pass. Who are you showing off? Come out quickly!"

The effect of this throat was significant. The bronze carriage was turbulent and a black gas came out. After a while, the wooden door opened with a creaking sound. Shen Gongbao, surrounded by black gas, poked his head out, looking embarrassed.

"When did people leave?"

Chu Feng didn't know what to say, but pretending to be so good is to show off, which means that showing off depends on talent, and some people really can't force it.

There was not even a ghost in Qinglong Pass, and he pretended to be in the air. Shen Gongbao was the number one person in ancient and modern times, and he was sweating.

"Oh, fairy!" Shen Gongbao's eyes lit up when he saw Bixiao not far away, and he teleported to Bixiao with a swish.

Seeing this scene, Chu Feng Lao Huai comforted him and failed to show off and immediately covered up the embarrassment with other things. Shen Gongbao was still a bit talented.

Here, Bixiao's face was joking.

"Fellow Daoist Shen Gong, what are you doing?"

It’s nothing to be embarrassed in front of men, but it’s absolutely not possible in front of women. Shen Gongbao said with a straight face: “Just just now, I took down Yang Jian, the first person of the three generations of the Ancestral Sect, in a flash of my fingers, and even destroyed the Immortal Sword. Just as I was about to enter the city, I calculated that Fairy Bixiao was about to arrive and waited in place.”

Such shameless words are said, and it seems that the great disaster technique has not changed Shen Gongbao's noble character, and Chu Feng sighed in his heart.

"It turns out that Fellow Daogong Shen is waiting for me!" Bixiao put away his joking expression. As worldly as hers, it will naturally not make people unable to get out of the market.

Shen Gongbao wanted to say something else. The originally blue sky was replaced by rolling dark clouds, and thunder and lightning rushed towards him, breaking through the sky, as if a great man from the top was about to descend.

Rumbled, the space was torn apart, and a vortex of thousands of feet in diameter was spinning rapidly in the middle of the sky, sucking the entire Qinglong Pass with the momentum of swallowing the sky. Fortunately, this was a military city, without the people, otherwise many people would die in an instant.

"I will use this trick next time!" Shen Gongbao looked serious, but he spitted out laughing and crying words.

Bi Xiao, who had the highest cultivation level among the three, waved his fingers lightly, and a dark blue chain spread across the air.
Chapter completed!