The three saints trembled, hugging their son and daughter-in-law to keep warm. Yang Jian was still sitting on the stone bench, his face getting paler, and his sleeves couldn't stop trembling. Mu Gong realized that something was wrong. The ice cleared and the cold dissipated, and the cave suddenly became warm and said sternly: "Where is your magic power?" The blue color surrounded Yang Jian, "You...you only have three success powers left?"

Yang Jian shook his head and told him not to be nervous, saying, "It's okay, I'll seal it myself." Mu Gong was stunned again, and stopped, as if he was telling something. After a while, he said, "It's your ornament? The thing is good, but why are you sealing your magic power? If you have enough work, you are looking for death?"

Yang Jian said, "I should have died, and it is not much different from searching for it or not." Mu Gong said angrily, "If you should die, there will be a few people who should not die in these nine heavens and ten earths?" Yang Jian sighed and said, "Two years ago, Chenxiang made a big fuss in Yaochi, and I was deceived to dissipate his magic power and almost died..." Mu Gong did not know the truth, but insisted: "Your nephew was fooling and foolish. He must have caused some trouble, forcing you to be so heartless."

Yang Jian did not answer, but only cared about himself: "The Queen Mother was suspicious and asked me to cover the entire Huashan with the Qiankun Bowl. From then on, no matter whether it is god, human, ghost or demon, he could not take one step." Mu Gong was shocked: "Qiankun Bowl?" Yang Jian smiled miserably and said: "Yes, I'll move the cover and go down."

The color suddenly rose and shrank, shrank and shrank, obviously very excited. Mu Gong murmured: "Have you covered it? Confused, confused... Yang Jian, you... you are even more confused than your nephew!" Yang Jian said: "On the third update tonight, someone will carry something to the prison of the sister. Mu Gong, if my magic power is in full bloom, who can force the barrier of this bowl among the three realms?" Mu Gong's voice suddenly rose: "Strengthen into that barrier? You know someone is going to do this, but you... Yes, I'm so angry that you sealed the magic power for the sake of that person to succeed, right?"

Yang Jian raised his head and said, "But I can't die now. I can't play that kid Chenxiang. It's impossible for him to finish this game of chess... Mu Gong, I think you won't let me down?"

The color fluctuated, and Yang Jian did not urge him. Mu Gong knew these ancient artifacts only above him. Sure enough, after a while, Mu Gong sighed and said, "The Qiankun Bowl is an ancient magic weapon. Once applied, it is connected to the soul of the caster. Move objects and forcefully enter the barrier. Even if your soul is damaged, it will not be too dangerous if I am there - but what about your sister, what should you do with your third sister? Let her stay at the foot of the mountain for the rest of her life? Or let her know that in order to save her, she lost her second brother's life?"

The three saints' mother's hands were cold, and Chenxiang and Yuyi held her left and right, with a pale expression, and they were not much better. She grabbed her son with her back hand and asked with a hint of grim smile: "What does this mean? Chenxiang, what do they mean?" After a few words, her voice was hoarse and her face was distorted, which was very terrifying.

Nezha was outside the mirror, although he was not invaded by the cold air, but he was poured down like ice water. When he heard the question of the Three Holy Mother, his anger suddenly rushed to his heart and shouted in the mirror: "What do you mean, you won't understand? His soul will be damaged... He is already connected with the Qiankun Bo! He is still going to Kunlun, not only will we be seriously injured, but also with the Qiankun Bo and then with your son a magic axe to open the heaven! Only in this way can you come out, and live a good life with your bastard husband's confused son and live a happy life!"

The roar turned into choking, getting lower and lower. Only Yang Jian's voice was still echoing in the cave calmly: "The third sister won't know, and no one will know anymore. I remember that when I was with you, the Queen Mother once secretly changed the spell I set up in the cell."

Mu Gong said: "Yes, you have only half of the magic spells you have replaced. The complete spell is the mantra for moving some kind of magic weapon. Unless you forcefully destroy the magic weapon itself after moving, no one can break it-" The voice suddenly trembled, "That magic weapon is the Qiankun Bowl? You... no wonder you will cover it... no wonder!"

The third saint mother's body became weak and she was about to die of depression. The question that had been in trouble for many days was revealed. The magic spell forced the second brother to move the Qiankun Bowl. The consequence of the movement was that he gave up everything step by step. It turned out that when the second brother went to Huashan to see her last time, he had decided to use his death to exchange for her vitality...

He was heartless and self-responsible. Every word flashed through his memory. It was all from her mouth, so mean that he did not leave any kindness. However, what she used to hurt was the person who loved her the most in the world!

Chenxiang held her mother and could not stand any longer. "But my uncle has passed, as long as he has time to put the center in the air, he can deceive the Queen Mother and release her mother after she has the power. If it weren't for me... it wasn't for me that I was too stupid and made a big fuss in the court, which made the Queen Mother suspicious, he wouldn't have to set such a tragic situation..." Without saying anything, he was in his heart like a knife, and it hurt his heart.

Yang Jian sighed softly: "So I have no choice. Don't move the Qiankun Bowl. Even if I can forgive my third sister, even if I can change the Heavenly Plaque, as long as I step out of the pillar of light, she will be scattered and will never be born... I harmed her and caused her to suffer more than 20 years of suffering. The mother and son are separated and cry all day long. The ending is so good... In the future, my mother will be pardoned and have three sisters accompany me. Without my evil son who should have died, the family will only be happier..."

That day, the Queen Mother used the technique of passing on the mind, and in just a few words, no god heard it. But from that moment on, the wings of his life were destined to be a fantasy of nothingness and could never be reached-

"The Qiankun Bowl is an ancient magic weapon, but since I came to my palace, I have never used it once. The God of Justice, when it comes to this magic weapon, it seems like it is tailor-made for you - why? Although it has endless magical uses, it has a problem. It has a very good impression of the spell caster, and feels that it is necessary to share weal and woe, live and die together..."

The Queen Mother's words at that time were like thunder, and the Queen Mother's pride at that time was as clear as before her—

"After covering the Qiankun Bowl, you are it, it is you. From then on, you and the two of you are tied into one body, and your soul becomes its most effective source of power. In the three realms, only the magic axe of the Heavenly Knife can do it, but now even if someone finds this axe, it requires magic power far better than you. So the God of Justice, for yourself, don't let this kind of life be born - just because the moment when the Qiankun Bowl is broken, your Yang Jian's soul is destroyed and you will surely die!"

Recalling these, he didn't have much, as if these had nothing to do with him. But the loneliness in his eyes increased one by one, gathered in the open space of the cave, and was filled with deep bitterness in his fatigue, revealing the hidden softness and gloom in his heart.

Mu Gong didn't know what was good anymore, but the color gradually faded away. Clouds and mists rose up, surrounding Yang Jian, wanting to comfort him, but I don't know where to comfort him. Yang Jian closed his eyes, opened it slowly for a long time, deep and calm, and said, "The third day has arrived. Mu Gong, I'll have to worry about you."

He voluntarily shook his sleeves, calmed his energy, and relaxed his spiritual sense and waited quietly. He could not raise his magic power to protect his body. No matter how profound the Taoist art of Taishang Laojun was, it would take some time to do so. If his magic power helped the magic weapon to fight, the new heavenly strip was inscribed in the colorful stone, and was harshly stimulated by external forces. If there was any damage, he would probably be wasted all his previous efforts. The Third Holy Mother looked at her second brother in a daze, her lips and teeth trembled slightly, and she didn't say a word.

In the silence, Yang Jian's body suddenly shook, and a heavy pressure came, and the person with a stone bench was pressed into the ground a little. The clouds and mists that Mu Gong had imagined surged, and his voice became nervous: "It's time to start? I'll protect your heart veins first." Yang Jian opened his mouth and said without saying a word for a moment. He barely raised his breath and whispered: "Protect it, don't resist it, the colorful stones cannot withstand the vibration..." The heavy pressure came again, and he felt dizzy in his mind, and the joints around his body were cracking and lit up. In the silent cave, it was particularly irritating.

The clouds and mist were changing endlessly. It was obvious that Mu Gong was extremely worried, but he did not dare to make his own decisions. Yang Jian's facial features slowly oozed out of his facial features, which was extremely terrifying, but he only frowned and held back. After a while, the shadow of the bowl with a large red fruit suddenly appeared in his eyes, and it was so painful like a fire. The bowl with a faint groan, and his whole body collided backwards and fell to the stone wall.

Countless lights shone out in the clouds and mist, and fire trees and silver flowers intertwined into a net, illuminating the entire cave as bright as day. Agarwood rushed forward to support her uncle, but Yang Jian slid through his hand and fell to the ground. The light net swept across the clouds and mist, pressing Yang Jian's soul that shook away from his body back. The light net contracted into a ball and hung on it. The soft stream of light poured down. Yang Jian closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, but was unable to get up for a moment.

"Is it okay? Chenxiang, isn't he okay, uncle?"

Yu asked with a trembling voice. Chenxiang looked up at her, her eyes were full of panic. This time it was okay, but next time, when I picked up the Tiankai divine axe and split the mountain? Who went to save him? In the past three years at home, I hadn't even seen him! Suddenly, my heart tightened: "It was the Tiankai divine axe I got from Kunlun God. Could it be that my uncle had arranged it in advance?"

Yang Jian's breathing took a little longer, held the stone wall, and slowly stood up. After thinking about it, he picked up the silver ornament and took it off, and the silver light was refracted from the ornament. The light in his divine eyes caught it, and controlled it to lead it back into his body. The rest was forced back and still put it back on his neck.

Mr. Mu only then breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to show a smile, but the corners of his mouth were forced to curl upwards, and he rewindled a little sadness. He turned around Yang Jian and said, "It's still sealed with 50% of his magic power... Why don't you take it all back? I'm afraid that your nephew can't split the Qiankun Bowl?"

Yang Jian did not answer, holding the mo fan in his hand, swung it out, and turned into a three-pointed two-edged spear. Mu Gong was shocked and said, "Have you made up your mind?" Yang Jian's head, the three-pointed two-edged spear changed again, and turned into the appearance of the magic axe of the sky, but it was buzzing and trembling in Yang Jian's hand, as if a helpless child felt that he was about to be entrusted to another family, and he only hated his relatives who could not catch up with him who would not turn back.

Even when everyone was stimulated, they seemed numb and could not speak. Mu Gong sighed: "Yang Jian, the divine thing recognizes the master. Even if you want to give it to your nephew, it will not work."

Yang Jian stroked the magic axe until it slowly calmed down, and then raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said calmly: "What if I die? If I want to split the Qiankun bowl, I must open the magic axe in the sky." Mu Gong said nothing and thought for a long time before saying: 'Maybe there is another way. If someone voluntarily transforms into the magic axe, and suppresses the spirituality of the magic axe under the premise of your permission, maybe...'Yang Jian shook his head in a state of great excitement: 'Why do I have to? After splitting the mountain, my soul is destroyed, and it is no longer a blessing. Why should I harm one more life? Those who can die for Chenxiang must be the ones he values ​​in his heart, so why bother him to make him sad. This child has suffered a lot, and I forced him too hard.' "No, uncle, don't, don't be so kind to me! It turns out that the magic axe is my uncle's three-pointed two-edged gun... No wonder it breaks, no wonder I can no longer hold it after picking it up! I, I actually injured him with my uncle's magic weapon..."

Chenxiang sat down weakly against the rocks. Seeing his uncle put the magic axe down, a three-pointed two-edged gun appeared in his hand, but it was completely unspiritual. At first glance, it was made by Fan Tie. Yang Jian silently recited the magic spell, raised his sleeves to brush it over, and the gunshot was covered with a layer of light, as if it were the same. Yang Jian smiled lost his ground: "This Yi Iron should not hurt him. When I force him one step, he will not show mercy anymore. Since it has begun, let's act to the end! "Chenxiang remembered the surprised expression of Dingxiang when he died. It turned out that he didn't want to hurt anyone at all, except himself. He just acted intimidating and injured Dingxiang by mistake. But he only saw Dingxiang's blood, but did not see the pain and regret in his uncle's eyes.

In Mu Gong's sigh, Yang Jian said again, "There is also that jade box that contains the old documents that I have deliberately misunderstood for eight hundred years. Please keep it first, don't reveal it. In the future, see if Chenxiang is possible to take over as the judicial god..." Mu Gong said in a lost voice: "What? The judicial god?" Yang Jian said calmly: "If you don't have authority on your hands, why should you protect your relatives' comprehensiveness? When he becomes more mature, he may also go to the Heavenly Court to work. The new heavenly order is still fair. As long as he enforces the law, he doesn't have to go against his will like me."
Chapter completed!