In the past 10,000 years, the most magnificent Lingxiao Dharma Assembly ended with Zhenwu's title of Zhenwu.

This titled position is already the highest. It has the reputation of boundless tyranny, the majesty of the gods, and the reputation of subduing the heavens. It also has heavenly soldiers and generals under its command. After the establishment of the palace, there are giants who are among the first-class gods and generals in the entire heaven.

Spiritual Gods and the New Four Heavenly Kings.

The four heavenly kings are members of the Shangqing sect sent by Taiyi to save suffering.

Because there were too many disciples and disciples of Shangqing Daodao Lord, they sent a group of assassins who were able to fight, carry, and were quite rebellious and unruly. Although they were not convinced, they were beaten by Wang Lingguan with an iron mace.

Suddenly, no matter how angry you are, you still have to control your temper.

After the Lingxiao Dharma Assembly conferred the seal on the Zhenwudang Demon, there were naturally other divine generals who had made great contributions, as well as the Emperor Huoyao Dongyang, but the Zhenwudang Demon Emperor Zhuyu was in front, and those behind were conferred the title one by one.

Of course it doesn't mean anything.

The immortals and gods looked at the warrior with a jade crown, ink armor, a battle robe and a gentle expression.

From then on, this man, together with Miao Le Tianzun, Lingguan Emperor, Xuandu Master, Cangtian God Tianpeng Da Zhenjun, and Qinghua Emperor Taiyi Jiku Tianzun, became the first-class real power under the sky.

The title of the Great Emperor is only lower than that of the Four Imperial Lords.

The name has also been completely decided.

He is the Great Emperor of Zhenwu, the Great Emperor of Destroying Demons, and the Great Emperor of Suppressing Heaven.

Great realm, decisive in killing!

So everyone came forward to congratulate and congratulate him, and Emperor Zhenwu responded in kind.

Looking at the young man over there, Yang Jian, who was only fourteen years old, was shining brightly. He looked determined, pursed his lips, and said: "How strong is he? What do you have to do to be able to reach him...

…”

"Hahahaha, you want to compare with Master Zhenwu?!"

A wild laugh.

The shock shook the surrounding area and made Yang Jian's ears buzz. A palm as big as a cattail fan patted his shoulder. Yang Jian raised his head and saw a tall man standing there, with a face that was more than ten feet tall.

Mighty, wearing armor, standing next to a large Xuanhua ax more than two feet tall, with wild eyebrows.

Next to him, Yun Qin said: "This is the True Monarch of the Giant Spirit. He is extremely powerful and can cut mountains and divide rivers. However, he can do it skillfully with his battle axe. He is like a phoenix piercing flowers. He walks the path of dexterity."

The Giant Spirit God laughed loudly, looked at the little Taoist priest, and said, "Is he the junior of Master Zhenwu?"

After Yang Jian nodded, he picked up the young man Yang Jian. Fortunately, Yang Jian had supernatural power, but he was no match for the giant spirit god. He was lifted up like a little kitten and sat on his shoulders.

Taught him to see the scene on the Lingxiao Palace more clearly, and said: "Did you see it? Young man Yang Jian."

Although Yang Jian was a little scared, his face remained calm and he nodded: "Yes."

The Djinn praised the boy's courage.

Said: "Look, if you want to achieve the status of Zhenwu Lord, then you must become the six realms. Well, no, after the hundreds of schools of thought, you are the three realms of heaven, earth and man, then you will

You must become the strongest God of War in the three realms."

The young child said: "The strongest God of War..."

The Giant Spirit God laughed loudly and said: "Yes, the strongest, the undisputed strongest God of War!"

"How about facing the strongest enemy, fighting the toughest opponent, calling yourself Tianzun, Emperor, and sweeping around with weapons in hand? Are you scared?!"

The response was beyond his expectation.

The young man Yang Jian pursed his lips, shook his head, and said, "I will get to this point."

He looked at the God of War in black armor, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said softly:

"In that case, I can look at his back and walk to his side?"

The laughing giant spirit paused and looked at the seriousness in the young man's eyes.

For some reason, I thought of the young Taoist from the human race whom I met back then.

There are so many geniuses in this world.

With a gentle smile on his rough face, he stood up. He was tall, even though he tried his best to restrain his body, but he was still more than ten feet tall. He smiled gently and said: "Ah haha, then I will wait for that day.

It’s over.”

"If this day really comes."

The Giant Spirit God held his magic weapon in one hand and bent his left arm to make the young man sit more stable.

He smiled gently and said, "I will be a pioneer officer for you."

This sentence at this moment is nothing more than a compliment to a resolute young man.

When the Lingxiao Dharma Conference ended, Brother Yang Jian was guided to another place by an immortal. A young man who had only lived in the human world for twenty years should have been frightened when he came here, but I don’t know what happened.

Because he was shocked and dumbfounded, or because the Zhenwudang Demon Emperor was here.

He sat in the side hall of the heaven, watching the clouds and air flowing outside, but he felt no fear.

There is only an indescribable and unclear trance.

It seems that he has come here often in the past. It seems that he has been in this heavenly palace more than once, relying on the white jade railing to watch the sea of ​​clouds flowing outside. When he was in a daze, he heard the sound of footsteps. He subconsciously turned sideways and opened the door.

Open it up.

He subconsciously said: "Senior?"

But what he saw was a young man who seemed to be about seventeen years old walking in. He had gentle eyebrows and was wearing the clothes of the Emperor of Heaven. He looked at him quietly. For some reason, Yang Jiao's movements were slightly frozen. In a trance, he didn't know for a moment.

I am the young man who has lived in the world for more than twenty years, and I am still the man in the dream.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Yang Jiao in front of him, as if he had seen the fierce and true king back then.

He lowered his eyes slightly and said gently: "Sir, long time no see..."

"We did what you said back then."

Zhang Xiaoyu had a jade box in his hand, which contained the head of the Supreme Justice.

The Jade Emperor, who had just faced himself and initially established his majesty, paused and said gently:

"Feel sorry……"

"Back then, I probably couldn't respond to your expectations..."

Zhang Xiaoyu said all his apologies and difficulties. The young man in armor and shirt remained silent for a long time. He brushed his fingers over the table and looked at the rolling clouds outside and the Jade Emperor in front of him. Everything seemed like a dream. He

Almost subconsciously, he shook his head and said, "It's not your fault."

But after a pause, the young man looked apologetic and confused, and said apologetically:

"Besides, these things you mentioned have nothing to do with me."

"My name is Yang Jiao, from Huazhou in the human world. I have a younger brother and a younger sister at home."

"I love them very much."

He looked at the Jade Emperor in front of him, stretched out his hand and took off his rather gorgeous and valuable robe, and then disassembled the parts of the armor and magic weapon one by one and put them on the table. In the end, Yang Jiao only had a simple suit on his body.

Simple single clothes, he finally took off the jade crown, held it in his hands and placed it gently on the table.

A smile appeared on his face and he said: "Although I don't understand it very well, these things should belong to the Jade Emperor, your old friend in the past. I am not him, so these things should be returned to their original owners..."

He bowed, stepped out, and said:

"My brothers and sisters are waiting for me."

Yang Jiao walked out briskly. Outside the hall were lofty steps, with rolling seas of clouds on both sides. On one side of the hall door with vermilion beads, the Taoist had his arms wrapped around him, leaning against the wall of the hall on this side.

Watching Yang Jiao being sent back by the heavenly soldiers and generals.

The Jade Emperor brushed his fingers over the war robes, armor, jade crown, and sword on the table.

After being silent for a long time, he smiled in relief and sighed:

"Say, Yu Jing."

"Did he remember what happened in the past?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "I don't know."

"But I don't remember it. Is it so important?"

"He said that he is Yang Jiao now."

It's Yang Jiao...

The Jade Emperor finally murmured a few times, laughed freely, turned around and walked out, throwing a cup to Qi Wuzhuo. He still held a pot of wine in one hand and poured Qi Wuzhuo a glass.

, the two clinked glasses and drank together while watching the clouds flow.

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "The judiciary has been eliminated, Tianshu has been destroyed, and the agreement made back then has been fulfilled."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Let's find some time to replace the Haotian Mirror." He looked at his friend next to him and said: "Although you have the Haotian Kung Fu, it is difficult to fully demonstrate the realm of Yu just by relying on the Kung Fu.

, when you are not working hard, you are just a high-level person."

"Besides, you are still a master who cannot completely control the limits of your own power. It is better to bring the Haotian Mirror back. With this treasure to protect you, you can feel more at ease."
To be continued...