vrcanaries Chapter 237 Come on, try killing Yang Jiao once.
Chapter 237 Come on, try killing Yang Jiao once.
The sound immediately attracted the attention of both sides.
All that could be seen was a cloud in the sky, upon which sat two girls, one tall and one short.
Nezha's eyes lit up instantly.
His seemingly empty eyes finally showed a reflection, and he smiled:
"Yang Jiao, you've arrived."
Upon hearing that the two knew each other, Zhang Guifang immediately identified Yang Jiao and Mosquito Daoist as disciples sent by the Chan Sect.
He raised his eyebrows and roared:
"Which master's disciple is this? Quickly state your name."
Yang Jiao innocently shrugged and spread her hands:
"No master, no sect."
Zhang Guifang laughed even harder after hearing this, and her laughter echoed along with that of the other four Taoists from Kowloon Island. After a long while, she mocked them, saying:
"Without identity or background, how dare you come to this battlefield to die?!"
"Then today, I will use your little girl's blood to raise the banner of my Shang Dynasty!"
After he said that...
Suddenly, I felt two icy gazes on me.
Nezha, who had been looking at him with disinterest the whole time, finally gave him a proper look.
There was also a woman beside the little girl on the cloud.
That single glance, with its chilling aura as if summoned from the depths of the underworld, immediately made Zhang Guifang wary, and she thought to herself:
"This woman has a very high level of cultivation!"
Even if all five of them attacked together, they would likely have little chance of survival.
Zhang Guifang's face turned pale.
Yang Jiao pulled Mosquito Taoist back, patted her hair reassuringly, shook her head, and gently coaxed her:
"Good boy/girl, mosquito, don't be angry, don't be angry. You absolutely mustn't attack, or you'll become a god!"
Mosquito Taoist took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the urge to kill the arrogant man with a single finger.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
The mosquitoes hate Yang Jiao the most. If Yang Jiao is injured or in trouble, this ugly monster still dares to say he wants to kill Yang Jiao.
She glared down at the ground, thinking to herself:
"Sooner or later, we'll steal Yuan Tu and Abi, and kill them indiscriminately without any karmic consequences!"
The four Taoist priests from Kowloon Island did not receive the death stares of Nezha and Mosquito Taoist, and showed no fear.
He summoned the Heaven-Opening Pearl in an attempt to defeat Yang Jiao.
Just as he made his move, Yang Jiao also began to move.
Wang Mo, holding the Heaven-Opening Pearl, looked up and saw Yang Jiao sitting on a cloud, holding a bright yellow Soul-Guiding Banner.
His eyes twitched and then suddenly contracted.
"This...this isn't..."
The soul-inducing flag of the Conferred Gods List.
This person is a deity!
They are gods from Heaven!
Wang Mo slapped his thigh, annoyed, and said:
"She must not be moved!"
Regardless of whether one's cultivation level or strength is sufficient to kill this person, the appearance of the Soul-Guiding Banner makes everything clear.
Zhang Guifang held a high position in the government, yet he knew far less than the disciples of the Jie Sect.
The soul-guiding banner is displayed; what kind of identity or background does it have?
Yang Jiao glanced at it lightly, then placed the soul-guiding banner on the cloud. When the wind blew, the strips of cloth on the banner swayed, making those who saw it below feel fear.
She smiled and asked in return:
"Kill me as a sacrifice?"
Sorry, I'm getting into my area of expertise.
She just sat there watching the show, waiting for people to die.
In the midst of the battle, she was appointed as a Pure Blessed Goddess by the Jade Emperor, and the Heavenly Court assigned her the task, which was to be completed by the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
Yang Jiao is their client.
Her gaze sharpened, and she said in a deep voice:
"Come on, try killing one."
Wang Mo's arrogance vanished instantly.
He dared not speak his anger, and bowed his head in humiliation, saying:
"I wouldn't dare. Since the immortal has the Soul-Guiding Banner, I'll just wait here."
Yang Jiao turned her face away in disgust and secretly took out a small notebook from behind her back.
The names of Zhang Guifang, Wang Mo, and four others were written down.
Remember this!
You'd better not die too soon.
When we arrive at the Conferred God Platform, I will arrange for you to be placed in the worst dormitory!
You're ugly and have a terrible temper; I'll steal your divine position and give it to my dad!
Yang Jiao thought this plan was feasible.
Opening the Investiture of the Gods, hey, it's white?
Her face fell.
"I knew I'd take the wrong one."
After picking up the system's version of the Investiture of the Gods again, he quickly found Zhang Guifang's name.
"Give it to Father, give it to Father."
Yang Jiao was overjoyed, but after a quick glance, she slammed the book shut.
With swift movements, he crossed out Zhang Guifang's name with a pen, leaving a large X-shaped mark.
"A jinx."
"Never mind, you can keep it yourself."
Nezha looked at Yang Jiao's expression and suddenly chuckled for a moment. He took a deep breath to suppress his laughter so that she wouldn't get angry if she saw it later.
He looked up, his gaze fixed on the figure above the clouds.
Yang Jiao met his gaze, blinking a few times as they looked up and down.
Nezha clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips, concealing the upward curve of his lips, and asked:
"So, your mission is to summon spirits?"
Yang Jiao had originally intended to keep them in suspense, but it was all Zhang Guifang's fault. She nodded sheepishly, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Yes, not a single soul has been collected yet."
“What’s so difficult about that?” Nezha winked at her with his long, slanted phoenix eyes, his gaze full of confidence, and said, “I’ll just send you a few souls.”
Jinzha and Muzha, who were standing nearby, were surprised by Nezha's words.
He immediately disagreed, saying:
"Nezha! War is a battle of flesh and blood, so don't boast about your strength."
Nezha ignored him.
Instead, Yang Jiao took a second look at the two of them.
Oh ~
Jinzha and Muzha.
Yang Jiao looked completely at ease.
With a whoosh, she pulled the little notebook out from behind her back again.
The pen tip sketched out their names several times.
It's still the kind with all capital letters, bold and black.
"You two had better not die too quickly. We'll arrange for you to hang on the pillars of the Investiture of the Gods, blowing Tai Chi banners and emitting wind!"
This moment.
Yang Jiao suddenly realized the benefits of power.
No wonder, the higher the rank, the more powerful you are.
This Pure Blessing God is no higher than the Heavenly Venerable or the Heavenly King.
However, they are the ones who manage them, though they have no real power, but they command those who do.
She gazed joyfully in the direction of the Lingxiao Palace and whispered:
"Uncle, you are my real uncle."
While she was still basking in the great benefits her uncle had given her, Mosquito Taoist nudged her leg with his foot.
Yang Jiao looked up and suspiciously dusted herself off:
"What's wrong?"
"What's going on? A fight has broken out down there!"
Mosquito Taoist said excitedly that even though she had occupied such a prime viewing spot, because this place was a battlefield, she didn't reach out her hand and even used her foot to pull Yang Jiao.
In the entire Three Realms, where could you find a mosquito more obedient than her?
Yang Jiao immediately looked down.
Nezha, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels and wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear, flew towards Zhang Guifang like a sharp arrow.
Several generals followed and restrained the Four Saints of Kowloon Island.
The Four Saints of Kowloon Island were merely those with shallow roots in the sect, third-rate figures within the Jie Sect. However, they wielded their magical weapons with exceptional skill, holding their own against the odds and even holding a slight advantage.
Yang Jiao was even more anxious than they were, wishing she could go down herself.
What a perfect opportunity to steal the credit!
Nezha and Zhang Guifang clashed. The "calling name to drop the horse technique" was useless against Nezha, but he still had a great general, Feng Lin, by his side.
After a stalemate of thirty or forty rounds, Nezha suddenly thrust out a spear, sideways, and pierced straight into Zhang Guifang's mouth.
"General!"
Feng Lin, standing beside him, cried out in alarm, his eyes filled with worry, and he lunged at Zhang Guifang to take a bullet from Nezha in her place.
It runs straight from the back to the chest.
Blood trickled from Feng Lin's mouth as he struggled to speak:
"...Run...faster...run."
Zhang Guifang's eyes were bloodshot; even if Feng Lin had taken a bullet for her, he wouldn't have survived...
Nezha didn't want his life at all; what he wanted was his mouth!
Upon discovering this fact, Zhang Guifang's resolve as a Daoist was greatly weakened, realizing that she was no match for Nezha.
Now, having just won a battle and almost captured Jiang Ziya, he is now imprisoned.
Qinglong Pass is about to fall.
He held Feng Lin's lifeless body and let out a long howl to the sky:
"Heaven is going to destroy the Shang dynasty!"
Zhang Guifang could no longer defend Qinglong Pass, so she had to save the rest of the people.
If he waits until Nezha kills him and then has a free hand, the situation will immediately turn around.
He spurred his mount to charge recklessly, scattering their troops without any order, and then shouted in alarm at the Four Saints of Kowloon Island:
"Leave first!"
Upon hearing this, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island immediately stopped lingering.
They all escaped on their strange beast mounts.
Watching the pursuing Zhou soldiers, Zhang Guifang slumped to the ground.
Before the troops could surround him, he slapped his warhorse and cried out in a loud, mournful, and bitter voice:
"I, Zhang Guifang, single-handedly defeated King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu, and fought Huang Tianxiang. I was not afraid of being besieged by dozens of generals. I fought from dawn to noon without retreating a single step. Hahaha, I actually suffered a few losses at your hands."
Jiang Ziya immediately descended from the high platform, still bearing the severe injuries inflicted by the four men from Kowloon Island. He clutched his shoulder and looked at Zhang Guifang.
This man guards Qinglong Pass; he is highly skilled in martial arts and truly a great general. He greatly admires his talent and advised him:
"There are three kingdoms in the world today, and Zhou is one of them. Following the will of Heaven and assisting Zhou is the right path. General Zhang, I sincerely invite you to come to the Zhou Dynasty."
Zhang Guifang scoffed.
"Zhang Guifang was loyal to the Yin Shang dynasty throughout her life! She vowed never to surrender!"
Before Jiang Ziya could stop him, he committed suicide on the battlefield.
Nezha slowly stepped forward and bowed to him.
Although this man was arrogant and reckless, he refused to surrender and died for his country in the end, which is worthy of respect.
Corpses littered the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.
Those listed were generals, but even the lowest-ranking soldiers had their souls sent to the underworld.
Yang Jiao sighed softly for a moment.
below.
In the battle between the two armies, if it weren't Zhang Guifang who died today, it would be Nezha; we've seen too many scenes of dying on the battlefield.
Nezha only showed respect for two seconds before happily waving in Yang Jiao's direction and shouting:
"Yang Jiao, come down and collect the soul."