As the saying goes, good times don't last long, otherwise they will prosper and then decline.

How glorious and powerful Zhao Gongming was at this time, how miserable he would be next.

Seeing Comrade Lao Zhao massacre everyone, beating the twelve golden immortal wolves and pigs, Xiqi City hangs a war-free card, Yang Lin stands far away on the top of the mountain, sighing...

The Battle of the Gods is actually a bit too dangerous for me.

The key is that this battlefield has no level restrictions and anyone can take action.

As expected, the Western Church will take action.

Of course, this is just Yang Lin's guess.

Not to mention that in the Dashang military camp, I heard that the Grand Master was in high spirits and had a banquet with the three armies, which was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, making it look like a Chinese New Year. In Xiqi City, Jiang Ziya, King Wu and others were holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, unable to do anything.

"Zhao Gongming is very vicious. What should I do now? Many experts have been injured now. When I hear that the Grand Master has gathered his troops, we will attack the city again. We will wait..."

King Wu choked with sobs and already had a very bad feeling in his heart.

Thinking of how they had set off with such great momentum, they had suffered setbacks one after another. They could not even get out of Qishan, and were blocked near Qishan by the Great Shang army. Although they had more and more soldiers and horses, and more and more experts, however,

They fought back and forth, but could not see the dawn of victory.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, it's just a temporary setback. I'll wait until I go to Kunlun to meet the master and ask him for a solution."

As soon as Jiang Ziya said this, Guang Chengzi, Daode Tianzun and others next to him all blushed.

‘This guy always goes up the mountain to ask for his master. He must be mentally ill. Since the Battle of the Gods, how many times has the master taken action?’

After all, I blame myself for not working.

At this time, he was speechless.

As for Yang Jian, Nezha, Huang Tianhua and others, they were staring at their toes, unable to raise their heads.

If you can't beat it, there's nothing to say.

All the people were waiting with sad faces, thinking about something on their minds. The servant reported back, and there was someone outside the door asking to see him.

I heard someone composing a song.

"At the beginning of the Hunyuan Dynasty, you have achieved immortality and learned about obedience and adversity. Don't praise the purple gold elixir in the furnace. You must know that the jade liquid is burned in the fire. You can cross the blue Luan, ride the white crane, don't go to the peach to enjoy life, don't go to Xuandu to pay homage to the old master.

, If you don’t go to Yuxu Gate, I will promise you that I can travel around three mountains and five mountains, and enjoy the island Penglai as I please. Everyone calls me an immortal, and I have feelings in my belly..."

What a loud tone!

Jiang Ziya quickly sent someone to invite him in.

Everyone quickly turned their heads to look.

I saw a person approaching. He was surrounded by red light, with a majestic aura, a faint aura of nobility, and a profound and far-reaching Taoism. When people saw him, they felt awe in their hearts.

“I don’t know where my friend came from and why?”

Taoist Ran Deng had a vague guess in his mind, so he went up to greet the general, bowed and asked.

"Pindao is a scattered person from West Kunlun, Luya. I am here just to subdue Zhao Gongming and help fellow Taoists solve their problems?"

Taoist Lu Ya smiled casually and said confidently.

As the saying goes, one thing will bring another down. Since he dared to come here, he naturally had his own confidence.

"I wonder what preparations are needed?"

"There is no need to prepare. Tomorrow morning, I will wait for Pindao to read Zhao Gongming's description of fate, and I will make my own plan."

With Taoist Lu Ya's soft words, everyone regained their confidence and waited patiently.

Of course, it is not that if a Taoist priest comes just by chance, the masters in the palace will believe what he says. The main reason is that the Taoist priest who comes this time has a very high level of Taoism. Of course it is higher than the Twelve Golden Immortals, even if it is compared to the deputy minister of interpretation. The leader of the church, Ran Deng Taoist, are both half a step ahead.

If it can be said that Taoist Ran Deng is about to achieve the Dao Fruit and has seen the path to the final peak; then, Taoist Lu Ya, with a faint aura on his body at this time, slightly echoing the rules of heaven, means that the Dao Fruit has been achieved and is on the road to the peak. Just wait to perfect the Tao and fruit and become the most powerful.

Each of these characters is a unique and powerful person who cannot be ignored.

Therefore, there is no reason why everyone should not respect him, so what he says is naturally more authentic and makes people trust him.

On the second day, Taoist Lu Ya did not talk nonsense.

He went directly to the formation of the two armies, and it happened that Gongming was calling for formation.

Taoist Lu Ya, wearing a fishtail crown and a big red robe, floated along, composing a song in his mouth: "Visiting Xuanzhen in the depths of the mist, sitting on the sand head to wash away the illusory dust. The seven emotions and six desires are eliminated, and the fame is paid into the water, and I am free and easy. Feel free and leisurely. Look for old men in the wild to fish together, and seek out poets to sing and sing together. Having fun together makes the difference between heaven and earth."

"Who is coming?"

Zhao Gongming was riding on the black tiger, listening to the song and raising his whip to make gestures. He felt that there was something unusual about this Taoist.

When all the experts in Xiqi City were helpless, even Ran Deng was beaten to the point where he dared not make a sound, yet he still dared to come, with a relaxed attitude, either because he was mentally ill, or because he was sure of himself.

"A dead man doesn't need to know my name. I came here today just to take your life."

Lu Ya spoke loudly and flicked the whisk in his hand, completely ignoring Zhao Gongming.

Yang Lin stood on the top of the mountain and watched the live broadcast with his Sky Eye open. He thought that if he were Zhao Gongming, he would be so angry that the three corpse gods would jump and smoke.

The last three-legged golden crow in the world, this air is really impressive.

However, this guy has extraordinary abilities. When the demon clan ruled the world, he was a prince. Speaking of which, in his heart, he was quite noble.

Compared to Lu Ya's uninvited behavior, Yang Lin was actually more curious, whose order did this Six Crows come here to act?

To say that she is Nuwa, it seems a bit unlike her.

At this time, Nuwa was actually closing the palace and living her own life. She had no disciples under her sect, so she did not need to survive the killings. She was happy to watch the fun without offending anyone.

In terms of Human Education and Interpretation Education, they have nothing to do with Lu Ya. The only possibility is that Western Christianity had a hand in it.

It was this secret card that, after Lu Ya borrowed Jiang Ziya's hand to kill Zhao Gongming, caused Sanxiao to descend from the mountain, the golden dragon showed its power, and set up the Nine-Meander Yellow River Formation. The Hunyuan Golden Fighter was invincible, and twelve people were eliminated. The Golden Immortal had three flowers on his head, and all his Taoist deeds were in vain, and then the Primordial Heavenly Lord personally took action and killed several of his nephews.

In other words, from the beginning of this battle, the fuse was laid, and the incident escalated infinitely. The saints of the two religions turned against each other, and the people behind them were killed in the wasteland with blood, and the sky and the earth were shattered. Only three or two big cats and kittens were left in Xiandu.

Lu Ya played an extremely important role in it.

And Lu Ya seems to have a clone named Zen Master Wuchao. From this, we can tell which sect he belongs to.

'It would be so exciting if I wanted to snatch something from such a person.'

Yang Lin watched silently. Although he had some plans in his mind, he was not busy taking action, he just watched.

The action was taken too early. Nothing happened to Zhao Gongming, and he might not be able to thank himself. If he went against Lu Ya, there would be no other result except being crushed to death.

If the move is too late and old Zhao Hiccups catches a cold, then if he tries to cause trouble for Lu Ya and seek his treasure, it will be nothing more than hanging his neck on the birthday boy...

Not only does the timing have to be good, but it also needs to be proactive.

After thinking about it, Yang Lin raised his flag and stood on top of Qishan without dodge.

This is to tell Master Wen that I am here. If you are desperate, just come and beg me.
Chapter completed!