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Chapter 137 Good or bad(2/2)

"What is that!" Inside and outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, many mortals were so frightened that they trembled, thinking that gods and demons were in front of them.

In the palace of Lianqi, King Wu was discussing military and government affairs with Jiang Shang. When they heard about it, both Jiang and Shang ran out of the palace to take a look.

"This...is this something that grew up in Shang's father's house?" Ji Fa asked in surprise.

Look at the giant who is still rising upwards into the sky, with a head like a head of green air, a mouth like a city gate, and a green face and fangs.

Jiang Shang was so shocked that he almost pulled off his beard, and said in confusion: "Aren't these juniors competing at home? Why are they fighting Taoism? What the hell are they doing!"

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Liu Qiao and others were also surprised. Seeing that Yang Jian was getting bigger and bigger, they all retreated away.

Jin Zha was also amazed, but he smiled confidently and said: "Yang Dao's friendly Taoist skills, with his head up to the sky and his feet on the ground, are almost the same as those of gods and demons. However, the Dragon Escape Stake is the most precious treasure of my master, and it cannot be changed."

With his big body, he can escape."

The ancient gods and demons were all able to reach great heights, capture the sun and moon, and manipulate the universe.

However, Manjusri Tianzun has self-refined the most precious dragon escape pile. Even the gods and demons cannot escape from the palm of Tianzun's hand, let alone Yang Jian's enlarging magic.

Sure enough, Yang Jian's figure grew larger, and the golden ring that bound him also grew larger in the wind. The copper pillar became more like a golden hoop, holding up the sky, locking Yang Jian tightly.

"Haha, it is indeed Tianzun's treasure to hold down the cave. Since making it bigger doesn't work, let's try making it smaller..." The giant of ten thousand feet did not panic at all and said in a voice like thunder.

The people who saw it from thousands of miles around were so frightened that they knelt down in shock, tigers and leopards hid their heads, and ghosts and gods were frightened.

"Ah!" Yang Jian shouted, twisted around and shrank, shrinking from a giant of ten thousand feet to three to five feet in an instant.

Bursts of clouds and smoke flashed past, and the figures of Yang Jian and Dunlong Zhuang were completely lost on the ground.

But it is as small as meson and sesame, and is almost invisible to ordinary people.

However, Liu Qiao and others were all Taoist practitioners, and they could see clearly that a speck of golden light the size of a sesame seed on the ground was still tightly restraining Yang Jian.

"Whoosh!" A burst of clouds and smoke flashed by, and Yang Jian turned into a Yuan shape again, standing three feet tall, and his body was still bound by the dragon-escaping stake.

Jin Zha smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Yang, all your wishes are useless. You are so incompetent, can you admit defeat?"

"Haha, fellow Taoist Jin Zha's words are wrong. You don't know, I still have endless means!"

Yang Jian chuckled lightly, and then his eyes lost their vitality, as if he was suffering from hysterical dementia. He stood blankly on the pile, making no movement except for breathing.

"This!" Jin Zha was surprised when suddenly his hair stood up and he tried to hide.

But the tip of the spear was pressed against his heart, and Yang Jian's voice came from behind: "Fellow Taoist Jin Zha, you lose!"

But it turns out that Yang Jian's nine-turn Yuan Gong has infinite changes, and has many magical powers. His physical body is bound, but his secret skills are not damaged at all.

A soul escaped, became invisible and sneaked around. In full view of everyone, it turned into a mosquito, flew behind Jin Zha, quietly stretched out its gun, and captured Jin Zha.

"Senior Brother Yang's methods are brilliant, and I am convinced..." Jin Zha smiled bitterly, recited a spell and closed the dragon escape pile.

Liu Qiao and others watched with fascination, the nine-turn Yuan Gong, infinite changes, the size was as desired, the body flew to hold the sign, and the Yuan Shen came out of the body, it was really amazing.

"Brother Liu Dao, Huang Tianhua, you two have not drawn lots, who will come first?" Nezha said boredly.

Huang Tianhua had no expression on his face, and he cupped his hands towards Liu Qiao and said, "Brother, or me first?"

Liu Qiao handed over the lottery tube and said: "You should go first, I, the poor man, will be the last one."

Huang Tianhua didn't say much, just picked a branch without looking at it, handed it to Liu Qiao, and walked straight into the arena.

Liu Qiao looked at the lot and said to everyone: "Fellow Taoist Mu Zha vs. Taoist Huang Tianhua."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Mu Zha did not greet Huang Tianhua and entered directly with his sword in hand.

Huang Tianhua can't use mounts. The Secret Heart-Storing Nail is very powerful, but it kills people when it's shot, so it can't be used.

The rest of him only had the Five Elements Escape Technique and martial arts, so how could he defeat Muzha? After only two or three moves, he was choked by Muzha with his Wu Hook and double swords.

"Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy!" Huang Tianhua was not convinced, but after the last calamity, he became much more mature and did not argue. He changed his tune in public and turned around to step down.

"You're welcome! You're welcome!" Mu Zha also knew that such a fight could not be a matter of life or death. It was extremely unfair to Huang Tianhua, so even if he won, he would not be complacent.

The two men were divided, and Liu Qiao was the only one in the field who had not yet drawn lots.

There were only four sticks left in the tube, namely Yang Jian, Nezha, Muzha, and Liu Qiao himself.

Liu Qiao didn't wait for anyone to urge him, he took a stick from the lotus tube and said with a smile: "This doesn't count, you can't hit yourself!"

When everyone saw it, they all chuckled. It turned out that the lot written on the lot was Liu Qiao, but they happened to get their own lot.

"Since it doesn't count, you can take another one!" Nezha waved his hand.

Liu Qiao put the lot back, took another branch, looked at it, and said to Nezha: "Fellow Nezha, you have to be merciful!"

After saying this, he showed the signature to everyone and wrote the word Nezha.

Nezha waved his hand and said: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a battle of skills. How can it still kill you?"

Liu Qiao smiled and said nothing, and walked into the arena with Nezha, three feet apart.

"Offended!" Liu Qiao complained, took out his sword and pretended to use martial arts to stab Nezha.

"Look at the circle!" But as soon as Nezha got started, the Qiankun Circle came calling.

It's like a streak of golden light, as fast as lightning. If it hits it, even a qigong master will inevitably break his muscles and bones.

"I was on guard against you!" Liu Qiao didn't panic at all. He stroked his bun and said, "Whoosh!" The clouds rose.

"Zheng!" There was a sound of gold and iron, sparks were seen flying everywhere, and a big bone-white hand behind Liu Qiao's head opened as big as a grinding plate, and unexpectedly caught the Qiankun Circle steadily.

"Fellow Taoist Nezha, it stands to reason that if the magic weapon has been confiscated, you can't use it!"

Seeing Nezha nod, Liu Qiao had a thought in his mind and threw the Qiankun Circle back into Nezha's hand.

Nezha chanted a mantra and took it, stuffing it into the treasure bag. He kept his word and never used the treasure again.

"Look at the gun!" Nezha held the fire-tipped spear, walked quickly, leaped in front of him, and stabbed Liu Qiao in the throat.

Liu Qiao ducked out of the way and reached for Nezha with his big bones.

Nezha hurriedly turned into a rainbow to escape, but he didn't ride the Fire Wheel, so his escape skills were mediocre, and his big hands behind him swelled in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the big bone-white hand grew to the size of an adult, and Nezha was like a fly in it.

It is also like the monkey who fell into the palm of Tathagata Buddha. He tried to run left and right, but could not escape from the giant hand.

"It's amazing! Even if we wait, we can't escape from Senior Brother Liu's hands!" Jin Zha and others marveled, feeling ashamed, and even changed their title to "Senior Brother".

Yang Jian looked at the giant hand, frowned and said, "Look at Brother Liu Dao fighting, he can act instantly with his thoughts. This technique has been trained by him into a magical power, so Nezha can't react at all and is restrained everywhere."

Those with magical powers can act upon their thoughts. Although there are many disciples in the third generation, no one, including Yang Jian, can really refine Taoism to the state of transformation and reach the level of magical powers.

So when everyone heard this, they all felt inferior and praised and cheered repeatedly.

"Friend Nezha, what other methods do you have?" Liu Qiao stood in the stance with his hands behind his hands.

There is a big hand in the sky, covered with white bones, and its five fingers are surrounded by green energy. It is spread out about an inch wide, like the hand of a god or demon.

But he only covered Nezha under his hands, neither pinching nor pressing him down. Liu Qiao was merciful and there was no need to do anything absolutely.

Secondly, I still want to save face for Nezha.

It's just that such condescending and light words fell on Nezha, but they seemed to be mocking.

Nezha said angrily: "How can this mere heretical technique be able to defeat me? I still have my real ability that I haven't used yet. What are you proud of!"

"Yeah!" Nezha shouted, jumped up and took out a red water chestnut.

But he used his most powerful skill, the most precious Hun Tian Ling.



Just as everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion was having fun and competing, dark clouds suddenly rose outside Xiqi City, and layers of murderous intent shot straight into the sky.

Looking up from above, we can see endless soldiers in all directions, their flags covering the sky and the sun, like a black line, silently surrounding them.

"Dong...dong...dong" the gongs and drums on Xiqi Tower sounded the alarm, and countless soldiers rushed to the tower and hurriedly closed the four gates.

Outside the city, amid the endless stream of soldiers, there was a large banner with a message: The Grand Master heard the flag and waved in the wind.

The old man sat astride the Mo Qilin, with male and female golden whips hanging on the saddle and bridle, looking at the Xiqi Tower with a gloomy expression.

Beside the old man, several green-faced and fanged generals gathered around him, clasping their fists and saying, "Grand Master, Xiqi seems to be defenseless. Why don't we, the general and others, lead the troops to seize the city, and take advantage of the situation and attack with one blow!"

Wen Zhong waved his hands and said: "I have an upright army, why do I need to use such methods? Our three armies are running around, and our physical strength has not been restored. Let's secure the camp first and rest for a few days."

"Deng Zhong!"

"The last general is here!" The general with a green face and sharp fangs hurried forward with a big axe.

"You are brave and resolute, and have the courage to go to the meeting alone. I have a letter of war. You give it to Jiang Shang and invite him to form a formation and fight!" Grand Master Wen ordered.

From the day when the Grand Master led the army, he understood the military strategy of Liu Tao and never suffered a single defeat.

What's more, there are now more than 100,000 elite soldiers and hundreds of thousands of civilians transporting grain and grass along the way. They are known as an army of 300,000. It can be said that the whole country is conquering the west.

Naturally, we must use an upright formation to defeat the Qi thieves and put an end to the rebellion in one fell swoop.

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