When Yang Jian was very young, he had already decided to overthrow the heaven.
He is a rare talent that is rare in a thousand years. Even the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills, which are so difficult to practice, he has managed to master them.
In less than ten years, he was just a hair away from becoming a Sanxian.
Assuming that he was not practicing Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques, but other techniques, he might have become a Sanxian long ago.
Of course, with his current state, even with the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills to protect him, there is no possibility of rescuing his mother, let alone contending with the Heavenly Court.
But he is still very young, and no one can imagine what he will be like in ten or even a hundred years.
Heaven is very powerful, but it is not powerful without flaws.
Nowadays, in the entire heaven, apart from the Emperor and Queen Mother, there is no one who is above the realm of Golden Immortal.
Yang Jian knew that the Great Catastrophe of Conferring the Gods was coming. Once the Conferencing of Gods was completed, the strength of Heavenly Court would experience a surge.
He must rescue his mother before the end of the Great Tribulation of the Gods. It would be even better if it hurts Heavenly Court.
Yun Zhongzi led Yang Jian back to the cave.
Snap, very quickly.
This scene is really enjoyable.
The winner is determined here.
Yang Jian didn't know how far he had to practice the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills before he could have the killing power comparable to the Golden Immortal of the Two Sects of Interpretation and Interpretation, so he decided to consult experts in this field.
He is not strong enough yet. Although the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill is a Taoist god-protecting skill, there is currently no record to prove how strong it is.
Yang Jian also figured out these key points and made a decision immediately.
His impression of Yun Zhongzi changed again, and he felt that the thoughts of this uncle were really unconstrained and unconventional.
Yang Jian suddenly spoke up.
Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes burning.
This guy has subconsciously ignored the feelings of the immortals of the Jiejiao Sect, because they are obviously the biggest victims.
Yun Zhongzi knew that Yang Jian didn't have any weapons, so he proposed not to use magic weapons.
The person who asked was the Xihai Loose Cultivator, not you, Yang Jian. Even if they had some guesses, there was no evidence, right?
Even if you are chased and intercepted, at worst, if you change again and look like you, who will know it's you?"
"Uncle Master, please clarify."
"I wonder if my uncle still remembers..."
"A poor man is not good at fighting."
Yun Zhongzi slowly stopped his hand. He really didn't like this kind of fighting like a crop stick, but there was no other way. The Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill was about winning in physical strength and strength.
Yun Zhongzi thought about it for a long time, and finally could only sigh helplessly. He knew Yuding too well. Once Yang Jian slipped away, Yuding would definitely come to trouble him.
Winning or losing does not depend on the moves, but on the polishing of Taoist body and strength.
Yun Zhongzi looked at him with a half-smile.
Yang Jian kept bullying him, his steps were nimble, but his foot was very stable, and he punched out violently, causing thunder and shock.
Yun Zhongzi's smile was bright.
In the eyes of Yun Zhongzi, Yang Jian is like a bloodthirsty butcher who sharpens his knife. Unfortunately, Heaven is not a pig or a sheep.
"No need to thank me, I just hope you can keep your mouth shut and don't tell me anything in the future."
Yang Jian uses the eighty-nine mystical skills, and his body is invulnerable to invulnerable weapons, water and fire. Even the immortals of the two religions will still have a headache if they meet him.
But Heavenly Court is not made of clay after all. If he did not have the killing power comparable to that of the Golden Immortal, he would have to die if he went there rashly.
Only then did Yun Zhongzi realize that he hadn't left yet.
Yang Jian quickly reacted. He originally thought that Yun Zhongzi was still in the realm of Sanxian, but he never imagined that Yun Zhongzi, without respecting martial ethics, would break through the threshold of a Heavenly Immortal in just a few years.
Because even without Yang Jian, Chanjiao and Jiejiao would still fight in the catastrophe.
Yun Neutron had already anticipated what would happen.
Yun Zhongzi felt a little offended. Although Pindao is not among the Twelve Golden Immortals, he is still in the same generation as your master. Why don't you know how to respect your master?
"Your master is a real golden immortal. If you don't teach him, why do you come to Yuzhu Cave to show off your prestige?"
Yang Jian sneaked out of Yuquan Mountain. Master Yuding later discovered the truth and took Yang Chan with him to kill Zhongnan Mountain with the Immortal Killing Sword.
Yang Jian knew that what Yun Zhongzi said was true. The East China Sea was indeed full of immortals, but that was the home of the Jie sect. If he went there hastily, one mistake would cause a dispute between the two sects.
The two chose to fight in an open space outside the cave.
"My nephew just wants to see the real Eight-nine Mysterious Skills."
"Thank you, uncle, for your advice."
If Yang Jian could really take root in the East China Sea and fight against countless immortals in Jiejiao, his growth rate would be ten times and a hundred times faster than before.
So Yang Jian also came to Zhongnan Mountain.
But Yun Zhongzi also practiced the Eighty-nine Mysterious Kung Fu, and his training was even deeper than that of Yang Jian.
Yun Zhongzi's voice seemed to have magic power, constantly lingering in Yang Jian's ears.
"You have eight or nine mysterious skills to protect your body. Even if you meet a powerful opponent, your life will not be in danger. If that's the case, why not go to the East China Sea to practice?
There are many scattered immortals in the East China Sea, so you can go from house to house and ask the immortals. If you continue like this, in less than three years, you will be able to complete your Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills, and within ten years, you will be able to compete with the Golden Immortals."
Yun Zhongzi looked calm. It had only been a few months since Daji entered the palace. He had to make more plans and try to be as foolproof as possible.
Yang Jian seemed determined to have a fight with Yun Zhongzi.
"Please give me some advice, Uncle Master."
Yang Jian felt as if the weight of that finger could crush him into powder. He finally understood the feeling of being crushed by Mount Tai.
"Just this once, never happen again."
"Congratulations to Uncle Master for returning to the realm of immortals."
Yang Jian looked stunned and spoke hesitantly.
"Uncle Master."
Yun Zhongzi turned aside slightly, and then pressed a finger on Yang Jian's eyebrow.
Yang Jian quickly slapped his head.
Yun Zhongzi began to wonder whether every member of the Chan Cult who doubted him would come to Yuzhu Cave (Jiang Ziya chose to remain silent).
There are only two people in the world who have publicly practiced the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills.
When Yun Zhongzi thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed - Pindao was kind-hearted and gave advice to his nephew, but he couldn't get any benefits and would be blamed by his senior brother and disciple, so why bother?
"If you really want to know your killing power level, Pindao has a way. It just depends on whether you have the courage."
"Master Nephew, if you are worried about causing a dispute, you can use the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique to change your appearance.
He stood up slowly, intending to observe Chao Ge's energy to determine whether the fox demon had entered the capital.
Yun Zhongzi knew what Yang Jian was worried about, and in his opinion, these worries were unnecessary.
Yang Jian's eyes are determined and fierce, as if he really wants to be unable to cover his eyes, but his third eye happens to be called the Sky Eye.
Yun Zhongzi felt a shiver in his heart, secretly thinking that something was wrong - only after he got to know Huang Long, he realized that some people may only appear to be loyal and honest, but in fact they are full of evil.
"...You promised to forge a fine weapon for your nephew."
Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes particularly sincere.
Yun Zhongzi sighed again, thinking to himself: Am I the only truly honest person in the entire Chan Sect?