funbook-pk Chapter 379 Kong Xuan, have you ever heard of sworn brotherhood?
Chapter 379 Kong Xuan, have you ever heard of sworn brotherhood?
All that could be seen were two burly men with bushy beards standing on the spot where Tu Xingsun had died.
His hair was dry and yellow, and his face was full of fat.
The two men stood with their hands on their hips.
"Humph!"
"what!"
Yang Jiao: ...
The two generals, Heng and Ha, have appeared!
These two are also formidable. From their very first appearance, they thoroughly bullied Xiqi, winning battle after battle, until they encountered Nezha.
Where did these coal miners come from?
Soaring through the air, his Wind-Fire Wheels blazing, Nezha stood high above, arms clasped, looking down disdainfully at the two guardian generals, Heng and Ha.
Yang Jiao's eyes widened.
"Nezha!"
Has Xiqi changed its fate? Without losing a single member, it directly confronts its nemesis?
Yang Jian leisurely walked to Nezha's side, casually glancing at the two generals, Heng and Ha, without even bothering to utter a word.
When the two generals, Heng and Ha, made their move, they were invincible.
They achieved numerous victories at Sanshan Pass and never suffered a defeat.
No matter what kind of esoteric practitioners they were, they would all be utterly terrified if they saw the two brothers.
Chen Qi looked at the two people in the sky and snorted coldly:
"Is Xiqi out of people? Sending out two greenhorns to fight."
The two generals, Heng and Ha, exchanged a glance, not taking them seriously at all. Then, they gathered their energy and unleashed a "Ha!"
Yang Jian quickly turned around and dodged.
Zheng Lun was not to be outdone. After taking a deep breath, he snorted at Nezha.
He waited smugly to see Nezha's soul extracted by his own energy of heaven and earth, feeling extremely proud.
Of course,
Nezha didn't even move, and the snort struck Nezha and disappeared instantly.
"what happened?"
Zheng Lun was shocked.
This breath, let alone taking a soul, could even blast a hole in a mountain, yet it didn't even stir a single hair on the person in front of it.
Nezha ignored Zheng Lun's shock, looked mischievously at Yang Jian, and raised his chin, saying:
"You're still going to hide? What, didn't your sister use Nuwa's incense for you? Hahaha, incense, it's so powerful, it won't invade your soul."
Yang Jian stared coldly at Nezha.
Nezha suddenly realized:
"Oh~ your sister didn't light incense for your own family, she used it for me."
He put his hands on his hips and burst into laughter.
Seeing his smug expression, Yang Jian smiled and spoke softly:
"Maybe my sister thinks I'm not so bad that I need to be personally lit by someone to die."
The smile on Nezha's face vanished instantly.
"Yes, yes, yes, your physical body is the most powerful!"
Nezha, filled with resentment, wielded his Fire-Tipped Spear and swooped down.
Before Zheng Lun could even utter another sound, a spear pierced through his chest. Then, Nezha flipped in mid-air and kicked out, sending Zheng Lun's corpse flying off the Fire-Tipped Spear.
The flames of the Fire-Tipped Spear ignited, burning away all the bloodstains on it.
Then he turned and left.
It was as if he hadn't made a move at all.
Chen Qi's face had turned deathly pale; he hadn't expected Zheng Lun to die so quickly in the blink of an eye.
That kid acted decisively and without hesitation.
In his panic, all he wanted was to exhale and escape.
As yellow gas accumulated in his abdomen, just as he was about to open his mouth to breathe, he felt a surge of energy.
Yang Jian, who was originally in the sky, suddenly appeared in front of him. Chen Qi's eyes hardened, and he thought to himself, "Good thing he came!"
With such close proximity, how could you possibly fail to kill him?
"what!"
Yellowish energy rose from his abdomen to his lips.
Yang Jian reached out and grabbed Chen Qi's cloak, covering his mouth and nose with his palm.
The yellow aura had already been exhaled and could not be withdrawn. Furthermore, Yang Jian had sealed his acupoints. His eyes bulged out, and he knew that his death was imminent. Thus, evil thoughts arose in his heart, and he moved even closer to Yang Jian.
Even if I die, I'll die with him!
Chen Qi's body rapidly expanded, becoming like a large ball, until it reached its critical point.
A loud bang.
Bang!
It exploded.
The yellow haze enveloped the two people standing there.
【Ding. 】
The souls of Chen Qi and Zheng Lun arrived before the Soul-Guiding Banner.
Zheng Lun hadn't expected that there was someone in Xiqi who could specifically counter his magic. He resigned himself to his bad luck, glared at Nezha resentfully, and then stood in front of the Soul-Guiding Banner waiting to have his soul collected.
But Chen Qi refused to leave.
He died because of his own spell, which had never failed before, stubbornly wanting to see what would happen to that kid.
Chen Qi's spirit sneered:
"I refuse to believe he won't die!"
His cultivation level was not low either; he was a celestial being.
With the explosion of a celestial being combined with the power of the universe, even if that kid were a Golden Immortal, he would still lose his life!
The yellow smoke that filled the sky was gradually dispersed by the wind, revealing its towering figure standing between heaven and earth.
He stood there, neither dead nor injured, not even the hem of his clothes was disheveled.
Chen Qi staggered backward, shouting in disbelief:
"Impossible, impossible!"
Yang Jian was meticulously wiping his hands, looking extremely disgusted. His slender fingers were red from wiping, and he didn't even leave any space between his fingers.
Chen Qi exclaimed in surprise:
"Just who is this kid?"
The Mosquito Taoist kindly offered his explanation:
"Yang Jian, the foremost figure of the three generations of the Chan Sect, who has achieved the Great Perfection of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts."
Zheng Lun looked at Nezha and asked:
"Just who is that kid?"
Mosquito Taoist continued kindly:
"The most ruthless person of the third generation of the Chan Sect, who was so ruthless that he even killed himself, Nezha."
Zheng Lun and Chen Qi were speechless.
Both souls wore bitter expressions; how did they end up encountering these two deadly killers!
Wasn't it rumored that he rarely makes moves?
Is it calculated based on the number of moves?
From this perspective, they indeed rarely make a move, because while others fight for hundreds of rounds in a single battle, they can defeat their opponents in a single round!
Yang Jiao squinted:
"They're all younger brothers."
rustling.
Two astonished gazes fell upon Yang Jiao, and they remained speechless for a long time.
"Come in, all of you."
The words were spoken.
As soon as the soul-guiding banner moved, two souls entered it.
【Ding. 】
[Congratulations, host, for summoning Zheng Lun and Chen Qi. You have obtained 2 card-drawing tokens.]
[Number of undrawn tokens: 3.]
Three.
Too little.
Yang Jiao rested her chin on her hand, thinking to herself: There are still too few deaths.
We need to find a way to kill more people.
There aren't enough cards to draw.
Inside the soul-guiding banner, the two souls began to complain to each other as soon as they entered, each insisting that the one they were facing was the most powerful, as if only by winning the argument could they salvage some dignity.
After all, he was killed by the strongest third generation, so he still has a little bit of pride.
The problem lies with the girl's vague introduction.
One is the number one person in three generations, and the other is the number one ruthless person in three generations.
If it's easy to carry water.
Unable to reach an agreement, Chen Qi suddenly realized that after entering the Conferred God Platform, each soul would be treated differently.
That place is not just a place for souls to reside; it is also a place where souls are punished due to karma.
It was like being in hell, surrounded by mountains of knives and seas of fire.
So he hurriedly offered information in hopes of currying favor with the deity in charge of the Conferred God Platform.
"Immortal, now that we are dead, the next to come to our aid will be General Kong Xuan."
Chen Qi, fearing that Yang Jiao might not know who Kong Xuan was, became more talkative:
"Kong Xuan is a divine being; I have never seen him suffer a defeat. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal is no match for him."
Yang Jiao became curious:
"Oh? A few Great Luo Golden Immortals aren't a match for them?"
Chen Qi smiled apologetically:
"You jest, Immortal. There aren't that many Great Luo Golden Immortals."
Yang Jiao began to think to herself.
Kong Xuan...
"I will go."
He is the first peacock in the world, born at the beginning of chaos. If we can recruit him to our side, our chances of winning will be even greater!
Yang Jiao's heart stirred, and she immediately went to Sanshan Pass with Mosquito Taoist.
Halfway there, he recalled Chen Qi's words: Kong Xuan was so powerful that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal was no match for him.
Then I wonder... what about all those Great Immortals?
If you don't have enough strength, make up for it with numbers.
Currently, Yang Jiao's camp is mostly composed of Great Luo Golden Immortals, all of whom are digging into the earth's veins in the Western Sect.
As I thought about it, the city walls of Sanshan Pass appeared before my eyes.
Yang Jiao looked down at the soldiers training in the military camp.
"who!"
A loud shout.
Then Yang Jiao felt as if she were locked onto by a cold light, as if she would be crushed to ashes on the spot if she showed even the slightest hostility.
Mosquito Taoist stood calmly in front of Yang Jiao, one hand resting across her waist, and said warily:
"Coming from the primordial era."
Then he suddenly paused, and pouted at Yang Jiao:
"It's a pity I didn't meet him back then."
Otherwise, no ferocious beast from the primordial era would be looking at them with such cold eyes today.
The mosquitoes were very disappointed.
Yang Jiao patted her arm, looked softly at the person below with an androgynous face, and bowed, saying:
"I am a righteous god of heaven, and I have something to discuss with General Kong Xuan."
Kong Xuan's sharp gaze softened slightly, and he asked:
"What's the matter?"
Yang Jiao's heart skipped a beat.
This was after he revealed his identity as a member of the Heavenly Court, and they didn't give him any face.
This shows just how powerful Kong Xuan was.
Those two words sounded as if they were spoken while chewing on ice, sending chills down her spine even from a distance.
I'm afraid it's not a good idea to get along with them.
Yang Jiao placed one hand on the Mosquito Taoist's arm, using her strength to encourage herself, while forcing an innocent smile at Kong Xuan, and said:
"I'm here to make friends."
The armor on Kong Xuan clattered and creaked as he looked away, his interest waning.
How do I pay?
Yang Jiao's emotions surged instantly.
The clear, crisp sound could be heard throughout the entire Sanshan Pass. She smiled and said:
Have you ever heard of sworn brotherhood?