Quiet, silence, dead silence.

Yang Jian died, his soul was scattered, and he died in front of the real person of Yu Ding. When this scene appeared in the eyes of the immortals, a silent fear spread between the heaven and earth.

Whether it is the immortals of the Chan Sect or the immortals of the Jie Sect led by Zhao Gongming, they all became silent at this moment. The eyes of Ye Xuan were just looking at Ye Xuan, but they showed an indescribable thrilling look.

Crazy? Or are you looking for death?

Didn’t Ye Xuan know that the Jade Ding Zhenren is the Daluo Golden Immortal?

How dare he kill Yang Jian? Didn’t Ye Xuan know that the only disciple of the Yuding Real Person is Yang Jian?

Wouldn't Ye Xuan be afraid that Yu Ding Zhenren would fall into anger and want to avenge Yang Jian?

No one can bear the anger of the Daluo Golden Immortal. If the Daluo Golden Immortal is concerned about, the only fate will be death.

Ye Xuan knew that he also knew very well the consequences of killing Yang Jian, but he had to let Yang Jian die. Even the Daluo Jinxian could not change his decision.

Not to mention that Yang Jian knew that he came from the human world, if this news spread throughout the three realms, Ye Xuan himself would have an unpredictable crisis, and the grudge between the two would have been endless.

Ye Xuan is a very simple person. He always firmly believes in one sentence: If you don’t die from killing a snake, you will suffer from it. If Yang Jian is let go today, the other party will definitely stab him in the back tomorrow. Ye Xuan can’t do such a stupid thing.

The grass is cut without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze is blowing again. This is a saying that Ye Xuan always believed in, so Yang Jian must die, even if he risked being killed by the Jade Ding Real Man, he would kill this person.

The world is lonely, and all things are silent.

The vast sky was stagnant, and the real man Yu Ding watched Yang Jian's soul dissipate without a trace. His body was trembling slightly, and there was a trace of water mist in his red eyes.

A tear flowed across his cheeks, and the true man Yu Ding was in a daze. The long-standing memories came one after another in his mind, as if he brought him back to the distant past.

How long has it been?

Hundreds of thousands of years, right?

How long did Yu Ding Zhenren forget? He just remembered that in that distant past, a young man traveled through mountains and rivers, kneeling outside the Jinxia Cave, and remained motionless regardless of the wind and rain.

He was the nephew of the Jade Emperor, and his mother was the Holy Mother of Taoshan. He knelt outside the Jinxia Cave and begged him to accept him as his disciple. This kneeling lasted for seven days and seven nights. At that time, Yang Jian was still a young man.

Until the arrival of the eighth day, the boy finally fell into a coma outside the Jinxia Cave. The seven-day drop of water left him in a dying moment.

Perhaps it was moved by the boy's filial piety, or perhaps it was touched by the boy's unyielding will, that I finally accepted the boy as my disciple.

Yang Erlang, this is the name of the young man and his only disciple of the Jade Ding Zhenren in the world.

Regarding his unparalleled talent and his potential are unprecedented, no matter what kind of immortal skills he passed on, the young man can understand it very quickly.

With hard work and selfless cultivation, in the Jinxia Cave of Yuquan Mountain, one old and one young depend on each other for their lives, which also allowed the real person of Yuding to experience the joy of family that he had never had before.

The boy grew up day by day and gradually turned into a heroic young man, and he learned extraordinary magical powers. Although he was not a parent-child, he was better than a parent-child.

That year, the young man said goodbye to himself and said he wanted to save his mother. It was on the day when the master and apprentice parted. He gave the young man the word "Jian" and the master and apprentice parted in Jinxia Cave.

Although I was reluctant to leave, my disciples grew up.

It was also in that year that a young man named Yang Jian appeared proudly among the Three Realms. He split the Taoshan Mountain with a knife and rescued his mother. Under the pursuit of the heavenly soldiers and generals, he defeated the immortals in the sky in the sky and shocked the Three Realms with one battle.

The young man never embarrassed him until the Battle of the Gods began, and the former young man turned into the Gods of War in the Three Realms. I don’t know how many contributions he made in the Battle of the Gods. It was at that time that all living beings in the Three Realms realized that Yang Jian was his disciple of the Jade Ding Zhenren.

The first person in the three generations of the Ancestral Sect, the God of War in the Three Realms, the True Lord of Erlang Xiansheng, and the God of Law Enforcement in the Heavenly Court. These are all titles by Yang Jian, and they also let all living beings in the Three Realms know that although his Jade Ding Zhenren is not fighting or scrambling to rank at the end of the twelve ancient golden immortals, he has cultivated a first person under the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Being proud of me is like my descendants, not parent-child, but better than parent-child!

Among the twelve ancient golden immortals, he was not famous for his Jade Ding Zhenren, and he was an extremely kind old man. He rarely had conflicts with others, and he was kind and friendly even when facing younger generations.

But Yang Jian was his disciple, and he regarded him as his biological child. When he saw Yang Jian's soul scattering in front of him, tears slowly flowed out of his eyes, and his mind seemed to be constantly cut by a cold knife, which made him feel even more breathless.

Looking at the sky without saying a word, and hearing the earth without being shocked.

The Jade Ding Zhenren stood in the void in a daze. He covered his heart tightly, but the Daluo fairy light around him was rippling slightly.

Wow!

The wind blew, and the wind was not loud, but it was filled with a ray of unspeakable silence.

Rumble!

Thunder broke out, the red thunder appeared and faintly in the sky, the endless sky was collapsing, and a breath of destruction echoed in the world in all directions.

"Everyone in the world says that I am kind and I am a good man among the Daluo Golden Immortals. Today Erlang's soul is gone, but I, as a master, cannot save his life."

The real person Yu Ding was smiling bitterly, but this world was gradually getting darker, and the eternal time and space seemed to be twisted at this moment.

"Ye Xuan!"

Suddenly, Yu Ding Zhenren's peaceful face was gone, and his face was slowly distorting until it turned into a hideous image. When his fists were clenched, blue veins bulged, and the eyes that looked at Ye Xuan showed a trace of murderous intent that was extremely resentful and hated.

"No matter whether you are the protagonist of this infinite disaster or not, even if I am punished by my master today, I will take your child's life."

Silver-white hair danced wildly in the wind, thunder blew violently in the sky, and the earth-shaking Daluo fairy light shone through ancient and modern times. When the voice of the Jade Ding Zhenren fell, the mountains collapsed thousands of miles.

Daluo was furious and turned upside down. This was by no means just a statement, but proved that Daluo Golden Immortal was unimaginable.

"Emperor, run away!"

Zhao Gongming's face was pale and shouted at Ye Xuan, because he had never seen such a terrifying appearance as the Jade Ding Zhenren. This clearly meant to annihilate Ye Xuan's soul and make Ye Xuan unable to be reborn forever.

"Uncle Yuding is angry, leave!"

Master Wen's expression changed drastically, and he did not dare to stop at all. He called on the immortals of the Chan Cult to flee to the outside world with 100,000 heavenly soldiers.
Chapter completed!