The atmosphere was ruined by Lü Chunyang. Yang Jian wanted to close the door and let the dog go …
Have you never seen a couple improve their relationship? He still stood outside and did not leave. He looked calm as if he would come in and observe if he did not come out!
Feeling extremely embarrassed, Ao Xinke directly used her escape technique and went to the pavilion a few hundred feet away. Yang Jian tidied up his close-fitting clothes, put on a long robe, and waved his hand to open the door.
"Come in."
Lü Chunyang walked into the room with a smile. He sat at the side with his sword on his back. He did not have much etiquette with Yang Jian.
"Where's Senior Bai Ze?
"Old Bai has returned to Mei Mountain to enter seclusion. He was provoked by you a few days ago. He's a great mystical ability cultivator."
Lü Chunyang sighed softly. Yang Jian sent a voice transmission to summon the fairy to serve tea and looked at Lü Chunyang.
He and Bai Ze could stand up for him in the previous battle. Facing the powerful enemy of Jie School who had the absolute upper hand at that time, they had formed a grudge that might harm his life for no reason …
Yang Jian was embarrassed to say it, but his heart was filled with warmth.
This was probably the so-called "two brothers in the same world".
"Why don't we make Senior Bai Ze our sworn brothers?" Yang Jian suddenly said, "Pfft."
Lü Chunyang choked on a mouthful of tea. He looked at Yang Jian for a while before he understood what Yang Jian was talking about.
Lü Chunyang smiled and said, "We are both cultivators. Why are we playing with these mortal things … We are friends. I don't want your reputation and luck, and you don't want my immortal wine. It's enough."
Yang Jian pursed his lips and nodded. He did not mention anything else.
In fact, becoming sworn brothers was not exclusive to mortals. The ancient cultivators were also very fond of it. For example, Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao Immortals were sworn siblings. They had also become disciples of the Grandmaster of Heaven.
Lü Chunyang did not come today just to bid farewell. He seemed to have something to say to Yang Jian. He said first, "What do you think of the Great God-Conferment Tribulation?"
"How else can I watch? Of course, I'm sitting right now. I might stand up later."
Yang Jian leaned against the back of his chair and experienced the various mysteries of his Xuan Body. It could be said that his mind was refreshed.
"Don't say such fancy words. I'm outside the situation and can be considered to have seen the whole picture. You should be careful," Lü Chunyang said. "The Second Sect Master of the Western Sect has personally taken action as a Saint. What is he plotting in the Great Tribulation of the Dao Sect …"
Yang Jian raised his finger, and a gust of Xuanqi wrapped around the house, blocking the divine senses from probing.
Although he didn't have the means to avoid the Heavenly Dao's supervision, he didn't want to reveal any shocking secrets.
He only said, "It's not just the Saints who have personally taken action. The Western Sect has planted many pawns in the Dao Sect. The Saints of the two sects know this very well. They just don't want to bother with them. Ever since the six Saints established the world, there has been such a saying. The Western Sect has two Saints. It should be prosperous once. "
Lü Chunyang naturally knew that. He asked, "In that case, why don't the Dao Sect work together to quell this external threat first?"
"How can we work together? How can we work together? Which external threat are we going to quell? "
Yang Jian asked a few questions in return. Lü Chunyang was speechless.
Yang Jian smiled. "I've been thinking about what you said for a long time. However, after all, we are not Saints. We can't see the world of Saints. Who knows what the Saints are concerned about? "
Lü Chunyang nodded silently and pondered for a while. "I came to look for you because I actually want to ask you how confident are you that Chanism can win the God-Conferment Battle?"
"That depends on what you mean by winning. How do you mean winning?"
"In the battle a month ago, the two sects still restrained themselves, but …" Lü Chunyang shook his head. "In the face of a calamity, if the immortals of the two sects want to protect themselves, they have to send each other to the God roll. With the Western Sect fanning the flames, it will definitely turn into a true life-and-death battle in the future. If we talk about the winner … "
"The one who survives the most?"
Lü Chunyang said, "It should be the side with the fewest people on the God roll."
"That's right." Yang Jian chuckled and looked out of the window. Separated by the Xuanqi pear blossoms, there was a hazy artistic conception.
Yang Jian said, "I know what you're worried about, Old Lü. You feel that the ten thousand immortals of Jie School are far stronger than Chanism. You remind me not to offend Jie School too much so that I can leave a way out … right?"
Lü Chunyang shrugged. "More or less."
"Actually, which sect can win depends on the Three Pure Ones and which sect the master of the Great Red Heaven will support. It's not determined by the number of disciples."
"You mean …"
"The God-Conferment Tribulation is actually the Saint Tribulation." Yang Jian said, "If the disciples want to protect their lives, they only need to do their part and follow the instructions of the Saint. We don't need to do too much in the game of Saints. "
Lü Chunyang pondered for a while. In the end, he could only sigh softly. "I've learned something."
Yang Jian sighed and said, "When the Dao Sect was at its peak, it suffered a huge calamity. The Heavenly Dao is enriching the Celestial Court …"
"Huh? Why do you want to use the immortals of the Dao Sect to enrich the Deity Position of the Celestial Court? "
Lü Chunyang's sudden question really stunned Yang Jian.
Is it because my uncle went to complain to the Dao Ancestor?
Or is it because … Daoist Tian Yan had once said that he did not know when the calamity would descend?
In the Primordial World, there was no need to talk about good and evil. There was no need to distinguish between good and bad, nor were there any righteous or villains. Cultivators used their own bodies to steal the essence of the world, and the world nurtured all living beings. In that case, cultivators were all thieves.
Daoist Tian Yan's plan seemed to be to resist the calamity in the future.
He made it very clear that life and death were reversed. The experts, mighty figures, and great mystical abilities that had once existed in the Primordial World would descend again in some form.
He captured the phoenix to revive Xihe so that he could stabilize the resurrected "Di Jun". He wanted to kill Zhao Gongming so that Zhao Gongming would die on the God roll and speed up the God-Conferment Tribulation, so that the Celestial Court could be enriched as soon as possible?
Yang Jian kept thinking. He subconsciously stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
Lü Chunyang saw that Yang Jian was deep in thought and did not dare to disturb him. He sat quietly at the side and drank his tea.
He had forgotten who had said that there were three books in the Primordial World: Heaven, Earth, and Man. They protected the order of the world and protected thousands of living beings.
The Book of Life and Death determined the life and death of all living beings. The Book of Earth was the most powerful defensive treasure.
The Heavenly Book of Investiture of the Gods was in his Black Tortoise Belt.
Thinking about it carefully, the power of the Heavenly Book was the most mysterious and tyrannical. It could remold a wisp of the primordial spirit of a generation of peerless experts. Their strength was not damaged, but the possibility of their cultivation advancing was cut off …
No, it was not cut off.
A bolt of lightning flashed across Yang Jian's mind. He suddenly saw a secret!
After becoming a god from an immortal, it seemed that it was no longer the Immortal Dao, but the Divine Dao!
The cultivation of the Divine Dao relied on merit and incense. It could still improve one's mystical abilities and Dharma powers!
The Heavenly Dao did not cut off the path of the cultivators who entered the God roll. Instead, it used the God roll to restrain them in the Celestial Court … Could it be that it was to deal with the calamity in the future?
If that was the case …
What was the relationship between Daoist Tian Yan and the Jade Emperor's uncle? Now that he was in charge of the God roll, should he try his best to choose some third and fourth generation disciples of the Dao Sect or even mortals to make up the numbers?
No matter how fierce the cultivators of the Dao Sect fought, it was only a battle of magical powers. However, once these forces were restrained by the Celestial Court, they could really start a war between immortals and gods!
Yang Jian sat down on the chair. His expression was wooden as he smiled bitterly.
This Heavenly Flame Daoist really wanted to press him down here and make him explain all of these things clearly.
Either he did not know at all, or he understood everything clearly so that he could deal with it …
"That guy, could it be that he wants to torture me?"
"Who?" Lü Chunyang asked from the side.
"A …"
Yang Jian suddenly did not know how to describe it.
Daoist Tian Yan, the wielder of the Bell of Chaos, was also considered Yang Jian's savior. In the future, Yang Jian had to repay him.
"The person who gave me the phoenix feather."
Lü Chunyang immediately fell silent. When he looked at Yang Jian, he felt that Yang Jian was also covered in layers of fog. He could not see through him and could not understand him.
Lü Chunyang smiled. "I forgot to congratulate you. Nirvana has succeeded, and your mystic arts have improved greatly. You can already compete with those top existences in the world. Sigh, I've lived for nothing. I can't compare. "
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to spar?"
"Look at you. Can't you have the demeanor of an expert?"
The two of them looked at each other. Yang Jian chuckled while Lü Chunyang had a bitter expression.
Back then, Lü Chunyang and Yang Jian had befriended each other. They were also "friends" between seniors and juniors. Lü Chunyang had even given Yang Jian the mystical abilities of the Thirteen Heavenly Dipper Thirty-six Techniques in one go. It was a huge help to Yang Jian.
After that, Lü Chunyang had helped Yang Jian several times. Yang Jian and Ao Xinke had also saved Lü Chunyang's life. The kindness between the two of them could not be calculated clearly, and they would not do so.
Yang Jian asked, "Old Lü, what do you think of the Jade Emperor?"
"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Lü Chunyang thought for a while. "He's extremely shrewd and meticulous. Yes, he's extremely powerful and unfathomable … He should be the existence that cannot be provoked in the Primordial World, apart from the Saints."
"Oh? He's actually that powerful in your eyes? "
"He's not weak." Lü Chunyang wanted to say something but hesitated. He looked at Yang Jian and smiled. "However, he's your uncle and can be considered your backer. If you really encounter trouble that you can't solve by yourself, don't be embarrassed. Go to the Celestial Court to look for him. He will definitely be able to help you. "
Yang Jian scoffed. "If I can't settle something, how can he settle it?"
Lü Chunyang smiled noncommittally. His smile was rather meaningful. He sighed and said, "If I can be friends with him, I will have no regrets. Unfortunately, he stands too high. I can't reach him. "
That sentence made Yang Jian feel touched.
In the past, Tung Wang Kung's position in the Celestial Court was actually set up by the Saint to control the Jade Emperor.
Tung Wang Kung, who should have fought with the Jade Emperor, actually had such an evaluation of the Jade Emperor. Even though he had been schemed against by the Jade Emperor and reincarnated, he still had the regret of not being able to be friends.
This uncle's charisma is not bad.
"Forget it!"
Lü Chunyang slapped his thigh and stood up. "I've been recuperating in your residence for a month. I've been out for a long time this time. It's time for me to return to the sect to take a look."
Yang Jian said, "If there are flowers that can be plucked, you should pluck them. Don't wait until there are no flowers and only the branches are broken."
"Go, go. What are you worrying about? Seal your god here! I'm going! "
Lü Chunyang was obviously a little flustered and exasperated. He flew out of the window with his sword on his back. With a long roar, he stepped on his sword and transformed into a stream of light, rushing towards the northern sky.
"You're clearly the one who can't let go of your pride, yet you still dare to criticize me."
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. He sat there quietly and thought about what he had thought of previously.
God-Conferment, Celestial Court, future calamity, Daoist Heavenly Flame, Xihe, Dijun, Lu Ya, six Saints …
He instantly felt a headache coming on.
"Forget it. We'll talk about it when the time comes." Yang Jian stood up. He had not been close to his wife for a few years, so he felt a little eager.
Although he was no longer a young kid, his Mystic Body was too strong. There would be some "imperfections".
He used the Cosmic Escape technique and directly arrived outside the pavilion where Ao Xinke was hiding. He knocked on the door and knocked open the array formations. He entered like a fish.
Unfortunately, he was destined to not get what he wanted today …
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