readytorunbook Chapter 463 I'll never send the mosquitoes away again.
Chapter 463 I'll never send the mosquitoes away again.
Chapter 463 Never again will I send the mosquitoes away.
"what?"
Yang Jiao looked at the Mosquito Taoist with curiosity.
"It's nothing..." Sensing the threat, Mosquito Daoist glared at Grand Master Xuandu, secretly making up his mind that once the mosquito returned, it would train its agility and reflexes on Ancestor Styx, and sooner or later it would take a bite of Xuandu!
Under the mournful gaze of Mosquito Taoist, Grand Master Xuandu led Yang Jiao to a small hut.
The courtyard has only three rooms, with the gatehouse in the middle wide open.
A simple table was placed in the middle.
The blueprints for the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation were laid out on top.
Grand Master Xuandu stepped forward, pointed to the center, and, his relaxed expression replaced by a solemn one, said to Yang Jiao:
"Look here carefully."
Yang Jiao looked up.
The formation blueprints were extremely complicated, with one layer upon another, filling the entire blueprint.
The spot where Xuan Du's jade finger pressed was the very center of the array, with the character '皎' pressed beneath his fingertip.
Knowing that it was related to her, and recalling her previous conversation with the Tongtian Sect Leader, Yang Jiao accepted it calmly and said:
"Is this my seat?"
Grand Master Xuandu tapped his fingertips and said in a deep voice:
"Junior Sister, this formation is an external defense against Taoist magic, but internally, it is a protective formation for you."
After he finished speaking, he paused for a second and then said, "If you are in danger, remember to take the pill I gave you."
"I see."
Seeing how obedient she was, Grand Master Xuandu hesitated to speak.
I really don't know what Master and my uncles were thinking. How could they let my junior sister go into such a dangerous formation as the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation?
Even if the human race's supreme treasure, the Kongtong Seal, resonated because of Yang Jiao, she shouldn't have been allowed to take such a risk, even though the formation was set up by the combined efforts of the Three Pure Ones.
But Xuandu was still worried.
She's just a junior sister.
Yang Jiao, however, couldn't wait any longer.
You can meet the great god Pangu in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
Given enough time, all doubts can be resolved.
Past, present, and future.
Then everything becomes clear.
"Senior brother, how many more days until the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is ready?"
"Maybe around the 5th or 6th."
Five or six days is enough time.
Yang Jiao also made an agreement with Zhen Yuanzi's uncle, something that the Three Pure Ones were unaware of.
Moreover, after the date was set, Yang Jiao still needed to go to the Nuwa Palace to deliver a message.
The power of the Six Saints has opened up the tunnel of the past!
Yang Jiao's ideas were too ambitious, and her own energy was completely insufficient, which is why she said to the Tongtian Sect Leader, "Why don't we go even further?"
Only by combining the power of the six sages can there be even a slight possibility of connecting the past with the present, and only then can the great god Pangu be brought back.
Most importantly, they are still no match for the Heavenly Dao, but after the Investiture of the Gods ends, Hongjun will become vigilant, and the Heavenly Dao Saints will no longer be able to emerge.
At that time, Yang Jiao couldn't even borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao Saint!
The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is the only opportunity.
She had been waiting for this for a long time.
Yang Jiao held the Chaos Bell and the Primordial Pearl in her sleeve without making a sound, as if she could gain some power from them.
Sanqing had been paying attention to her since she was a child, and had tricked Yang Jiao.
Yang Jiao had been setting them up ever since she became acquainted with the Three Pure Ones.
In other words, everyone involved in this operation, except for Zhen Yuanzi, was involved.
From the very first time Yang Jiao began cultivating the Primordial Qi, she understood that the Heavenly Dao was definitely at odds with her. It had once been for the sake of the human race, but now it also included Yang Jiao herself.
human race.
The fate of the human race.
Ziwei True Qi.
With half of the Ziwei True Qi within her, even if no human emperor emerges after King Zhou, Yang Jiao can use this half of the Ziwei True Qi to create another human emperor.
"Junior Sister, did you really go to the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation on your own initiative?" Xuandu asked.
He couldn't understand why Yang Jiao, who grew up in a harmonious family, loved by her parents, and had friends all over the Three Realms, would need to plan any adventurous behavior using the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation as a medium.
"Yes." Yang Jiao did not hesitate: "I only hope that the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation will be even bigger, much bigger."
Since none of the sages could solve the problem, Hongjun had no choice but to intervene.
If we could obtain the power of Hongjun, we would be more confident in breaking through the passage to the past.
But if Hongjun doesn't come out, the Six Sages... well, that's hard to say.
Yang Jiao was also nervous.
She needs to figure out why she came here, what the significance of her being here is, and what she should do in the future.
The day a chess piece develops thought, it ceases to be a chess piece.
This night,
Grand Master Xuandu and Yang Jiao discussed the layout of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation in detail, making her memorize the positions of each place and the small formations at each point.
To ensure Yang Jiao's safety within the formation.
The Mosquito Taoist remained silent to the side until dawn.
Yang Jiao turned to look at her and said with a smile:
"Mosquito, could you go to Wuzhuang Temple for me?"
“I won’t go,” Mosquito Taoist firmly refused.
When she turned to look at Yang Jiao, her eyes reddened, and she asked aggrievedly, "How many times has it been?"
"Huh?" Yang Jiao was taken aback by the question: "What do you mean, 'how many times'?"
"How many times have you sent Mosquito away?" Mosquito Taoist stepped forward instead of retreating, grabbing Yang Jiao's sleeve: "Mosquito won't go anywhere this time. If you don't want Mosquito by your side, then Mosquito will guard outside the formation for you."
"mosquito……"
Yang Jiao felt somewhat helpless.
She didn't want Mosquito Taoist to get involved, but she forgot that Mosquito Taoist himself didn't need her protection.
She was originally an outstanding Taoist in the primordial world.
She was already very strong.
It was never her protecting the Mosquito Taoist, but rather the Mosquito Taoist protecting her.
Yang Jiao instantly understood what the mosquito was aggrieved about, and immediately said:
"Alright, don't go anywhere, just wait for me outside the formation."
"Ok!"
Mosquito Taoist nodded vigorously.
Seeing that she still had a stern face, Yang Jiao said again:
"When I came out of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the first thing I saw was a mosquito."
"Ok!"
Mosquito Taoist's tense lips relaxed, instantly transforming into an upward curve that he couldn't suppress.
Yang Jiao said she wanted to be the first to see a mosquito.
Her eyes were like a sky full of stars, dazzling and bright.
Grand Master Xuandu scoffed coldly and muttered:
"Silly and foolish."
Yang Jiao, holding Mosquito Daoist's hand, bowed to Grand Master Xuandu: "Senior Brother, since I have to make this trip, I'll take my leave now."
"Go."
Yang Jiao bid farewell to Grand Master Xuandu and was about to fly towards Wuzhuang Temple when trouble struck at Tongguan.
She quickly changed direction.
As soon as I arrived, I saw the two armies clashing.
After the Taoist arts became unusable on the Xiqi side, the Chan Sect became almost spectators, while it was the ordinary mortal generals who had previously performed poorly on the field who got to show off their skills.
Led by Huang Feihu, more than ten veteran ministers of the Shang Dynasty, including Deng Jiugong and Su Hu, led their troops to challenge the enemy.
A moment later, King Zhou arrived riding a tall horse, with a broad sword at his waist.
He glanced at his former subordinates one by one, gripped his sword hilt tightly, and asked in a deep voice:
"Are you really sure about this?"