People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 111 Yang Jian's Tribulation, the Name of "Slim Waist"

Yang Chan was sitting in a lush and green place on Jiulong Island, on top of a pavilion. The Four Saints of Jiulong Island, upon seeing the person coming, smiled and waved to Yang Chan.

"Junior Brother Yang Chan, you are worthy of being a disciple of Plague God Lu Yue. Your cultivation has already caught up with us. Within a thousand years, I am afraid that the four saints will also respect Junior Brother Chen Yang Chan as a Taoist Immortal."

Yang Chan smiled and bowed to the Four Saints of Jiulong Island: "Four uncle masters, please stop teasing me."

suddenly!

Dark clouds are coming.

Yang Chan looked at his elder brother with a worried look. He was standing there like a stubborn stone. He even placed the three-pointed, double-edged sword given to him by his master on the stone slab, obviously intending to resist the heavenly calamity with his flesh and blood.

Wang Mo's face changed, and the white jade glass cup in his hand fell on the stone table, splashing wine and the aroma filled his nose. He sighed inwardly: What a pity.

"Junior brother Yang Jian is going through the 49th heavenly tribulation. He is trying to break through to the Golden Immortal realm. The circulation of the five energies in his chest has already reached the ultimate state. How many years will it take?" Yang Sen showed a bitter expression.

Wang Mo, the big mouth, really came true what he said. After they met Yang Jian, it was inappropriate to call him nephew. He vaguely remembered that it had not been long since Lu Yue broke through to the Golden Immortal level.

The immortals go into seclusion for a hundred years at the least and ten thousand years at the longest.

It was just a blink of an eye.

"The five energies are converging to one origin and running perfectly. It is the sign of the Golden Immortal realm. I have been practicing for ten thousand years, but I was stuck at this level. If Junior-Martial Brother Yang Jian can survive this calamity today, his practice speed will be the fastest among the three generations of disciples in our Jiejiao. He has made such progress in just a thousand years. Lu Yue has accepted a good disciple." Li Xingba looked worried.

Silently took out a restless eggshell from his sleeve,

Throwing it casually on the stone table, Yang Chan exclaimed in amazement.

"This is Roaring Sky Dog, a mythical beast that I and I have been searching for in the vast land of Northern Julu Continent. It has never been conceived, but today it seems to have hatched. I'm afraid it has a destiny with Yang Jian."

Yang Chan took it with a smile and quickly thanked him, "Yang Chan thanks Uncle Shi on behalf of Big Brother."

Li Xingba waved his hand and said, "We are neighbors of Lu Yue on Jiulong Island, and we are also disciples of Jiejiao. In Jiejiao, your master has taken good care of us, which is natural. There is no need to be polite."

Gao Youqian said with emotion: "Yang Jian's cultivation speed is indeed extraordinary. I vaguely remember that when he first stepped into Jiulong Island, he was still a child. Today, he has grown into a gentleman with clear eyebrows and eyes. There is a vertical pupil between his eyebrows. He should be cultivating the same Shangqing Divine Thunder as fellow Daoist Lv Yue. It can be said that it is easy for him to survive this disaster."

"Yes."

Wang Mo and others echoed.

"Fifty years ago, Lü Yue opened up the Wenhuang Cave Hengtian in the Heavenly Palace and became the master of one Dao, seizing some of the authority of the Heavenly Dao. Although he is not as good as a saint, his status is comparable to that of a sub-saint. Today, Yang Jian has successfully transcended the tribulation. It can be said that the Lü Yue Wenhuang lineage has double happiness."

"When will we be able to find such an outstanding disciple?"

The four of them were talking about it, their jealousy evident on their faces.

Yang Chan stood aside, looking at the lightning and thunder not far away, her face was not as calm as she appeared.

Temple of Plague.

The calamity clouds are hovering above it.

After locking onto Yang Jian, he didn't make any defensive moves, as if he had emotions. Dark clouds rolled, and a thunder dragon fell.

Yang Jian was not afraid at all, his body did not move at all, he circulated the Eight-Nine Profound Art and tried his best to block the attack.

Thunder dragon enters the body.

It's like tickling.

Yang Jian's anxiety instantly dissipated: "Nothing more than that."

He then performed the Cloud Ascending Technique, took a step forward, and performed the First Transformation of the Eight-Nine Profound Art. His aura was as strong as the abyss, his spine rumbled with thunder, and a huge thunder dragon coiled around his body.

him at the moment.

Like a human-shaped thunder dragon.

It opened its bloody mouth and took a bite at Jieyun.

Thunder roared and the wind blew violently.

The calamity cloud seemed to be provoked by Yang Jian and changed its shape, sometimes it was like a sea of ​​thunder, and sometimes it transformed into many thunder beasts.

There are so many different things.

The lightning and fire tempered and condensed into a black catastrophe. Within a thousand miles, it was pitch dark. Several lightning knives, swords, spears, and various magical weapons condensed in the void and slashed towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's face showed no surprise or joy, and there was no ripple on his face. He looked determined as he faced the enemy head on.

After thousands of years of practice, he has grown from a babbling child into the resolute and handsome man he is today. His heart is filled with endless rage, as if he wants to burn the heaven to ashes.

Take the first step with determination.

Swords and knives are added to the body.

Beneath its handsome appearance, there are only some white marks left.

The Shangqing Immortal Light moved and resolved the thunder disaster in an instant.

Spear, mace, arrow.
A punch was thrown out, and in an instant it turned into a thundercloud and dissipated.

The Four Saints of Jiulong Island looked at each other in bewilderment. They had borrowed an innate spiritual treasure to survive the calamity, and also used various formations to help them survive the thunder calamity.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, resisted entirely with his physical body.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art is worthy of being the first magical power to protect the law in the Xuanmen sect.

Although he was struck by thunder and fire, he remained motionless, and not even a trace of Yang Jian's fur was damaged.

The Four Saints of Jiulong Island looked down at the glass cups in their hands, and suddenly wondered if they had become fake immortals, or if their aptitude was too mediocre, and was completely inferior to Yang Jian's talent.

at this time.

The divine eyes between Yang Jian's eyebrows flickered with immortal light, and all the thunder and lightning in the sky were absorbed into his eyes.

The smoke disappeared.

Thunder disasters tend to become invisible.

The forty-nine thunder tribulations were like tickling Yang Jian.

No substantial harm was caused.

In the sky, rays of golden light gathered into Yang Jian's body, improving his physique in just a moment.

Yang Jian survived the 49 thunder tribulations naturally.

Yang Chan happily flew towards Yang Jian, holding an eggshell in her arms. She flew faster than Yang Chan, and the eggshell broke, leaving only four black claws.

He bumped into Yang Jian's foot.

The eggshell broke with a bang.

A tiny Roaring Sky Dog appeared at Yang Jian's feet, its eyes shining with a black luster and making a "woooo" sound.

Yang Chan picked up 'Slim Waist' and stood in front of Yang Jian obediently: "Brother, this is the spiritual pet given to you by Uncle Li Xingba, one of the Four Saints of Jiulong Island."

"Slim waist."

Roaring Sky Dog growled at Yang Chan.

He is the one and only Roaring Sky Dog, a divine beast of heaven and earth, a divine beast that can eat the moon. How could he be given a name like "Cuo"?

"Yang Jian, congratulations on entering the realm of the Golden Immortal. From now on, you will be free and unfettered in the world."

"Thank you for your praise, uncle."

Wang Mo, Yang Sen, Gao Youqian, Li Xingba and others smiled at each other. Yang Jian's humility was rare in Jiejiao. The disciples of the Fire Spirit Mother, Wen Zhong and other direct disciples would either ignore them or give them a good look when they saw them.

Wang Mo smiled and said, "I was in a hurry to go out today, so I didn't bring any good gifts for my nephew. After the four of us go to the secret realm to search for a fist, I will find a set of magic weapons for my nephew Yang Jian that match you."

"Yang Jian thanks all the uncles."

"Brother, you are really like what Master said: 'Great wisdom and great foolishness, a thousand years of hard practice, one day of enlightenment, from then on you can travel the world freely.'"

Yang Chan pouted and congratulated.

Yang Jian touched the back of Yang Chan's head and said with a smile: "Little sister, please stop teasing me."

(End of this chapter)