Unknowingly, so many years had passed.
Yang Jian's eyes were filled with emotion as he reminisced, "I haven't had soup for a long time. I've almost forgotten its taste."
"To be able to taste the taste of my hometown before I die, I have no regrets. Xiao Celestial Dog, you're so considerate."
He smiled and picked up the takeout box in his hand. Then, with a "hu la" sound, he took a deep breath.
He had to admit that the insulation of the takeout box was absolutely superb. The soup was not cold at all. As it flowed into his mouth, a strong fragrance suddenly spread out. His mouth could no longer hold it. The fragrance went directly into his mouth, into his stomach, and into his five senses, making his whole body tremble. It was as if he had fallen into a delicious river.
And his tongue, soaked in the soup, seemed to be wrapped in countless softness. The soup flowed with a slightly hot temperature, massaging the tip of his tongue, making him feel intoxicated.
Delicious, too delicious!
Just a small sip of the soup was enough to completely conquer Yang Jian. His mind went blank as all he could think about was delicious food.
Gulp!
His throat moved slightly, and the warm soup flowed down, moistening his throat and passing through his esophagus. It was fierce and strong, filling the empty body, and his whole body suddenly felt full.
Then, there was an extremely comfortable feeling, as if the pores all over his body had opened up, and he breathed.
Ahhh ~
Yang Jian resisted the urge to make a sound, and only made a sound in his heart.
After a long time, the slightly squinted eyes due to enjoyment slowly opened. His pupils were filled with recollection and disbelief.
Looking at the bowl of soup in his hand, his heart could not help but fluctuate.
Is this really the taste of my hometown?
I haven't tasted the taste of my hometown for many years. Has it changed so much?
Damn, such a delicious soup, isn't it affecting my Dao Heart? Originally, I was already prepared to sacrifice myself for the Three Realms, but suddenly I can't bear to die.
But in the next moment, he was stunned again.
He only felt a warm current begin to swim in his body, as if there was a breath. Wherever it passed, he felt a wave of relaxation, and the dissipated strength gradually began to return.
"This, this, this is …"
Yang Jian's mouth was slightly agape. He looked at the soup in his hand and then at Xiao Tianquan in shock.
Howling Celestial Dog looked at him and slowly nodded its head, its grape-like eyes sparkling.
Useful, it seemed like it was really useful to Master!
"Good soup, good soup!"
Yang Jian laughed heartily. He held the bowl with both hands and brought it in front of him. Then, he began to gulp it down. He didn't even pick out the bones from the tip of his wings. He mixed it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it all into his stomach.
The Howling Celestial Dog raised its head and quietly stared at Yang Jian. Saliva still hung from the corner of its mouth. When it saw Yang Jian drinking the soup without spitting out the bones, it suddenly fell into a daze.
It had originally hoped that its master would spit out the bones so that it could have a taste of them, but … not even the bones were left.
He had suffered a loss this time.
After the bowl of soup entered his stomach, Yang Jian's face immediately became rosy. He could only feel a warm current surging within his body. This was vitality! It was also Dharmic powers!
This soup … actually had the effect of healing and nourishing. It had already surpassed the so-called Connate Spirit Roots. It was simply a divine skill!
Terrifying!
Unbelievable!
How could there be such a divine soup in this world? Could it be nurtured by the Heavenly Dao?
The Heavenly Dao was actually a chef?
Because this was simply too unbelievable, Yang Jian started to let his imagination run wild.
"Heh, what a glutton! Tsk tsk tsk, just a bowl of soup and you're already like this? Master likes it, dog likes it too! "
The person who was sealed felt that it was funny. He joked, "That's right, this is the last bowl of soup you can eat, of course you should cherish it."
Actually, when he saw Yang Jian drinking so happily, his heart was still a little uneasy.
Could it be that the soup in this world was especially delicious? When I'm free, I'll go and try it first.
Yang Jian looked at the stone walls around him. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He said calmly, "You just said that I only have two methods, actually … there's still one more!"
"Oh? What method? Let's hear it. "
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly. He said word by word, "I'll kill you myself!"
Around the stone walls, there were sounds of mockery. "Hahaha, are you dreaming? Just based on your current state? Could it be that after drinking a bowl of soup, you can't even recognize yourself? "
Yang Jian used up all his strength to suppress this person in order to prevent him from escaping. Why did he only suppress and not kill him? Because Yang Jian's strength was not enough.
But … it was different now.
Yang Jian's lips curled up into a smile. His eyes flashed with a cold light. Waves of aura, like an awakening dragon, began to rise.
At this moment, his temperament underwent a huge change. From the original elegant young master, he became a killing general. His gentleness was gone, replaced by majesty!
The person who was sealed clearly felt a sense of foreboding. However, he also felt that it was ridiculous and impossible.
Yang Jian no longer sat cross-legged. Instead, he slowly stood up and walked to the side. With a lift of his wrist, a three-pointed double-edged sword instantly appeared in his hand.
At the place where he was originally sitting cross-legged, which was the center of the seal, a figure slowly emerged from the bottom of the mountain. Finally, it condensed into a human form.
It was a grey-robed old man.
The old man was in disbelief. He looked at Yang Jian and said, "I didn't expect that you would actually dare to let me out. It's really surprising that you've become so arrogant."
Although he was still suppressed at the bottom of the mountain, Yang Jian, who was the eye of the array, had given up. The suppression power was greatly reduced. Although he had not recovered to his peak, it was still easy for him to kill Yang Jian and the Howling Celestial Dog.
Yang Jian's method was no different from courting death.
Yang Jian's expression was cold. He slowly raised the tip of his spear. "Hmph! There are many things that you won't believe! "
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh —"
At this moment, a gust of wind blew towards Yang Jian. It blew his hair and made Yang Jian frown.
He could not help but look at the Howling Celestial Dog who was doing his best to blow the wind. He said, "Howling Celestial Dog, what is the meaning of this?"
The Howling Celestial Dog immediately stopped and scratched its head. "Sorry, I'm used to it."
The grey-robed old man looked on expressionlessly. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He said coldly, "I don't have time to watch you and your servant put on a show. Since you took the initiative to let me out, I'll give you a quick death!"
He was decisive. He directly raised his hand and a vast amount of spiritual energy surged. Flames rose and turned into a giant flaming palm. It charged towards Yang Jian.
After this palm, he stood still and waited for Yang Jian to turn into ashes. Then, he would officially break out of the mountain!
However, a glaring light flashed. It was like a full moon. It came from top to bottom and split the flaming palm in half. Yang Jian stood expressionlessly on the spot. He stared coldly at the grey-robed old man. The aura around him was like raging waves crashing against the shore. It suppressed the old man!
He could actually block my attack?
Could it be that he was still hiding his strength?
No, no!
This aura …
It was the aura of the peak!
"How is this possible?!"
The grey-robed old man's eyes widened. He was shocked by Yang Jian's aura and took a few steps back. His scalp was numb and his tone changed. "You actually recovered your cultivation?!"
His mind raced and he quickly thought of the reason. He gasped. "It's because of that bowl of soup! Impossible, how can a bowl of soup have such an effect? It's impossible! "
"You don't need to know!"
Yang Jian's voice was cold. He did not dare to delay, fearing that an unforeseen event would happen.
He gently waved the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand towards the old man. Suddenly, it formed a huge blade and slashed towards the old man!
"Impossible, this can't be real!"
The grey-robed old man went crazy. He could not understand why this was happening.
In this life and death crisis, he used all his life-saving methods and did not hesitate to damage his foundation. However, he had been sealed for so many years and his strength was already less than ten percent. How could he be compared to the current Yang Jian?
He did not struggle for long before his body and soul was destroyed by the blade's light.
Yang Jian looked at the spot where the old man disappeared with a complicated expression. He suddenly felt like he was in a dream.
The enemy that had troubled him for so many years was gone so easily. The root of all this was because of … a bowl of soup.
Not to mention the dead old man, even he himself felt that this world was too crazy.
Howling Celestial Dog was not surprised. This was within its expectations. Following Blackie had broadened its horizons. It said proudly, "It's too easy for him to die just like that!"
Yang Jian was extremely solemn. He asked seriously, "Howling Celestial Dog, where did you get this soup?"
"Get it?"
Howling Celestial Dog shook its head. "I bought this soup from a banquet in the Heavenly Palace."
"A banquet in the Heavenly Palace?"
Yang Jian took a deep breath. His mind was filled with thoughts. He said in disbelief, "After so many years, the Heavenly Palace has become so powerful? They've even started to drink soup like this? "
The world was changing way too fast.
Yang Jian suddenly felt like a country bumpkin.
"Master, it was a banquet in the Heavenly Palace. However, it was not hosted by the Heavenly Palace. It was hosted by a powerful expert. This soup was also made by that expert."
Howling Celestial Dog's eyes were filled with deep respect at the mention of the expert. It then said proudly, "I even acknowledged a super powerful Big Brother Dog. He easily killed a Demi-Saint from another world."
Yang Jian realized that this world had probably undergone a huge change that he did not know about. Just the information that he knew so far gave him goosebumps all over his body. Something called a fever began to flow through his body.
He was a monstrous expert.
This soup was actually made by someone.
And Howling Celestial Dog's Big Brother Dog. A dog that could kill a Demi-Saint …
Everything was challenging his worldview. However, he did not doubt Howling Celestial Dog's words.
He knew that he had to make a trip to the Heavenly Palace. However, before that, he said to Howling Celestial Dog seriously, "Howling Celestial Dog, tell me everything that happened after you went out!"
…
The Demons.
The Great Demon once again knelt in front of the Demon God's sleeping place with a sorrowful expression.
His eyes hardened and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto a black flame not far away. Instantly, the black flame burned fiercely and emitted a dense demonic aura.
The Great Demon looked expectant and immediately shouted, "Demons, The Great Demon requests an audience with the Demon God!"
However, he did not receive any response until the flame gradually dissipated.
After not seeing him for such a long time, The Great Demon not only did not recover, but he was also skinnier than before. He could be described as a bag of bones.
His originally round face had become a super awl-shaped face with protruding cheekbones.
This was the result of him continuously spitting out blood to summon the Demon God.
However, he still did not receive any response from the Demon God despite such a huge loss. The Great Demon was extremely bitter.
"Demon God, we Demons have been bullied and humiliated by others. Now, we don't even dare to run amok outside. We've been living too miserably!"
The Great Demon's tone was sorrowful and angry. He said, "The Heavenly Palace and Buddhism have been rebuilt. Even the Nether River Patriarch who borrowed the God-Slaying Spear has no intention of returning it. Everyone is looking down on us. Please awaken, Demon God, and revive us Demons!"
The Great Demon could not help but sigh. He felt extremely aggrieved.
Who would have thought that the originally awe-inspiring and unscrupulous Devil Clan would fall into such dire straits in such a short period of time? The Devil Lord had died inexplicably, and even the God-Killing Spear, a primordial treasure, had never returned.
However, at this moment, a Demon Envoy hurried in from outside and said in a hurried tone, "Demon King, the Nether River Patriarch is here!"
"He still has the nerve to come?!"
The Great Demon's eyes darkened. Then, he got up and went straight to the main hall of the Demons.
Soon, he arrived at the main hall. When he saw the Nether River Patriarch sitting on a chair with a swagger, he immediately snorted and said, "Is the Nether River Patriarch here to return the God-Slaying Spear to us Demons?"
Although the Nether River Patriarch was a Sage-to-be, The Great Demon represented the entire Demons. Moreover, he had the support of the Demon God. Naturally, he would not bow to him.
"That's right." The Nether River Patriarch nodded. With a wave of his hand, a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand. He placed it on the table beside him and said, "But … I hope you can tell me something."
The Great Demon frowned slightly and said, "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know where the bodies of the two Saints, Zhun Di and Jie Yin, went after Buddhism was destroyed."
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