Watching Nezha, the story of Nezha's suicide in the Investiture of the Gods brought tears to my

Then, she seemed to realize something.

Finally, I understood what Yang Jian had done.

With Yang Jian's strength, let alone imprisoning her, even if he killed her, no one in the Three Realms would utter a single word of dissent!

Moreover, she violated the heavenly rules, yet she was imprisoned in her own Huashan Dojo!

Is this detention? This is clearly being sent home to reflect on one's actions!

Yang Jian didn't go all out against his nephew at all, and then took the opportunity to play very leniently!

They even got a rag from somewhere to scare Chenxiang!

You must know that when Yang Jian attacked the Heavenly Court, none of the heavenly soldiers and generals were his match!

How could we let agarwood win so easily!

He could kill Chenxiang with just a simple magic weapon or a powerful spell!

But Yang Jian doesn't need to do anything!

The leak is so obvious!

The Third Holy Mother couldn't help but chuckle: "It seems I misunderstood my second brother; he is ultimately too soft-hearted."

The Third Holy Mother looked at Chenxiang, her gaze gradually turning sharp. For Chenxiang's sake, she didn't expose him: "Chenxiang, you must work hard, defeat your uncle, and rescue your mother!"

Chenxiang nodded excitedly: "Hahahaha! Mother, don't worry! Uncle is so weak, I will definitely be able to rescue you!"

"What's so great about Erlang Shen? He's nothing special! I once held Erlang Shen hostage with a knife!" Ao Chun laughed along!

Nezha suppressed a smile and remained silent throughout.

Yang Jian achieved sainthood through physical cultivation, and you almost killed him with your sword? That's utterly ridiculous!

He had originally planned to help Chenxiang, but now it seems...

He won't act alongside Yang Jian in this play!

To avoid bursting out laughing while playing.

...

The story of the Lotus Lantern has been passed down through the world, at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

Nezha and the Meishan brothers were completely dumbfounded.

Nezha was still eagerly waiting for Yang Jian to use all sorts of magic and magical weapons, but after waiting and waiting, he only saw Chenxiang split the mountain to save his mother, and Yang Jian was defeated.

He exclaimed in shock, "Huh? It's over? Are you sure there's no follow-up? This is really unexpected!"

The Meishan brothers looked at each other in bewilderment. They had followed Yang Jian for many years and knew well how skilled he was.

Today's defeat was so swift that they were left stunned for a long time.

Even the sleeping dog, Xiaotianquan, was stunned!

Nezha pouted and muttered, "Second brother, you clearly didn't put in any effort. This acting is so fake. Really, it seems I misunderstood you before."

I initially thought it was an evil uncle bullying his nephew.

I never expected my soft-hearted uncle to let the sea go!

"After all, he's my own nephew!" Yang Jian smiled, blushing.

This kind of leniency is indeed too obvious!

The Meishan brothers exchanged a glance, and a mischievous smile appeared on their faces at the same time.

One of them deliberately dragged out his words, making a sarcastic remark: "Yo, the Sky-Waving Cloak~!"

The tone was exactly like someone mocking someone who tried to be funny but failed.

Another chimed in, adding fuel to the fire, "That's right! That Sky-Waving Cloak was truly awe-inspiring and impressive! Big brother, we want to try out your Sky-Waving Cloak too!" He said, shaking his head and gesturing with a mocking look in his eyes.

The two of them chatted back and forth, leaving Yang Jian, who was standing to the side, both amused and exasperated.

Yang Jian's face flushed red, feeling somewhat embarrassed and shy. He glared at them irritably, then raised his three-pointed sword and said, "You two, stop making sarcastic remarks here, or I'll unleash my Heavenly Transformation Technique to beat you up later."

But the Meishan brothers weren't about to give up; they continued their teasing with smiles on their faces.

"Look at this, when fighting with my nephew, it's like wielding a cloak to the sky; when fighting with my brother, it's like obeying the laws of heaven and earth!"

"The Milky Way is overflowing! It was released by you on April 427th!"

"In the end, a nephew is always closer!"

"It's faded, the brotherhood has faded!"

Their laughter echoed in the air, making Yang Jian even more embarrassed.

...

The World of Black Myth: Wukong.

After witnessing the battle between Yang Jian and Chen Xiang, Sun Wukong's eyes were filled with disdain, and he immediately threw his head back and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha!"

The laughter was like rolling thunder, echoing wildly between heaven and earth, making the surrounding air buzz.

"What Erlang Shen? He's too weak!"

Sun Wukong laughed loudly while pointing in Yang Jian's direction, his words full of contempt.

"You think your mediocre skills are enough to capture me, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"

"Even my apprentice can easily defeat you. With your meager skills, I'm afraid I could kill you with one blow from my staff!"

He suddenly drew his golden cudgel, which instantly grew longer in the wind, shimmering with dazzling golden light, as if to dispel all the gloom in the world.

Sun Wukong's monkey hair stood on end, his fiery eyes shone brightly, and he exuded an unparalleled domineering aura.

In his view, Yang Jian's so-called trump cards and strength were utterly worthless.

Upon hearing Sun Wukong's arrogant words, the heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't help but sneer.

They knew how powerful Erlang Shen was, so how could they not know that Yang Jian was deliberately holding back in this battle?

The Four Heavenly Kings grinned and laughed.

"This monkey has never witnessed the true power of the True Lord. He underestimates the True Lord who was holding back. He'll get what's coming to him later."

"Hmph, when they get beaten to a pulp, they'll know their place and won't dare to spout nonsense here."

They stood in neat rows behind Yang Jian, their expressions solemn on the surface, but inwardly they were all waiting to see Sun Wukong make a fool of himself.

Without saying a word, Sun Wukong, brimming with confidence, brandished his golden cudgel and charged towards Yang Jian.

The two exchanged blows, and the battle grew increasingly fierce.

Sun Wukong unleashed all his skills, using his seventy-two transformations, somersault cloud, and other supernatural powers in succession, wielding his golden cudgel with impenetrable force, as if he wanted to turn the world upside down.

However, Yang Jian handled it with ease, his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and Heavenly Eye Divine Skill being incredibly profound!

Not only can it easily deflect Sun Wukong's attacks, but it also launches counterattacks from time to time, each attack being incredibly precise and powerful.

As the battle continued, the shock in Sun Wukong's heart grew stronger and stronger!

"This isn't right, this guy is so strong!"

He exclaimed inwardly. Only then did he realize that Yang Jian had indeed left himself a great deal of room to maneuver when he fought Chen Xiang earlier.

"I've been tricked!" Sun Wukong couldn't help but curse.

He then remembered that Chenxiang was Yang Jian's nephew after all, so how could Yang Jian really kill Chenxiang?

I was misled by appearances and underestimated Yang Jian, and now I'm in a tough fight!

Despite his regret, the golden cudgel in his hand remained undiminished in power, and he continued to fight Yang Jian tenaciously, though he had become more cautious.

【95】Chu Renmei VS Yang Jian! Who is more powerful! Howling Celestial Dog: I won't bother with you in Heaven, but what should you call me outside?!

The images in the sky continued to rotate downwards.

Call me the Celestial Hound in Heaven, and I won't argue with you.

Beside Yang Jian stood a slender, jet-black dog. Then, the dog's magical power surged, and it transformed into human form.

[After transforming into human form, the Celestial Hound's appearance was strangely gaunt and wretched.]

He was extremely thin, as if a slight gust of wind could blow him over. His arms were as thin as sticks, swaying in his wide, slightly tattered black robe, giving him a frail and precarious appearance.

His face was long and thin, with deeply sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones that rose sharply like two small hills.

[His eyes were small and cloudy, gleaming with cunning and fawning, constantly darting around as if he were plotting some shady scheme.]

The nose was sharp and thin, like an eagle's beak, with a slight reddish tinge at the tip, adding to the face's comical and lewd appearance.

Her messy, greasy hair lay plastered to her scalp.

He walked with a hunched back, his steps small and hurried, his hands habitually tucked into his sleeves, occasionally reaching out to scratch himself.

[His posture was exactly like that of a street ruffian, completely lacking the majestic aura he possessed as a divine beast; it was utterly despicable.]

...

When the celestial beings saw the Howling Celestial Dog appear in this gaunt and wretched human form, a burst of laughter and mockery immediately erupted.