She transmigrated into Yang Jian's older sister and took Nezha and Sun Wukong as her younger br

Chapter 212 Obtaining the 3-Pointed, 2-Edged Sword, Mosquito Taoist Returns

next second.

Yang Jian kicked him straight in the abdomen.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon possessed the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal, while Yang Jian, having undergone the chaotic and unorthodox training of Jade Cauldron True Man, was also at the Perfection of the Heavenly Immortal realm.

In addition, there is the Chan Sect's supreme martial art—the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique.

It was effortless for him to fight to a standstill.

And,

Three-headed dragon...

Isn't this the monster from the story the day my sister said our mother was a goddess?

Yang Jian looked at him, his eyes deep, and asked:

"Do you know Yao Ji?"

Upon hearing this name, the three-headed dragon's heart immediately clenched.

"How do you know about Yao Ji!"

It seems I was right.

The extravagantly dressed creature before me is none other than the three-headed dragon that has broken my mother's heart!

Yang Jian felt a surge of anger and charged straight at the enemy.

Not to be outdone, the three-headed dragon saw Yang Jian suddenly charging at him recklessly, and after a moment of panic, it also stretched out its claws towards him.

Halfway there, Yang Jian flipped in mid-air and shot out a beam of light from his forehead.

It flew past the three-headed dragon's ear and smashed the boulder behind it with a bang.

The ear canal was instantly filled with bright red blood.

The three-headed dragon touched its wound, stared intently at Yang Jian, and suddenly laughed, saying:

"I understand now. No wonder the Ten Golden Crows all descended to the mortal realm. It turns out you are Yao Ji's son!"

"Then, I can't keep you any longer."

Although the Heavenly Eye is powerful, it is not powerful enough to kill someone of a higher level.

Now that enemies have met, their eyes are filled with intense hatred.

The three-headed dragon's claws, brimming with black energy, reached out to grab Yang Jian's chest.

"I'll show you how I crushed your mother's heart!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian became even more enraged and retaliated with his fist.

He aimed a powerful punch at the three-headed dragon's chest.

Both sides engaged in close combat, each landing a hit.

The three-headed dragon's entire chest cavity seemed to have been shattered by that punch, but he still managed to force a smile on his face. As soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop spitting out blood.

"So what if you hurt me? I've crushed your heart... Hmm? Where's your heart?"

The three-headed dragon claws helplessly touched Yang Jian's body. These claws were its own innate magical weapon, which even the Golden Immortal Yao Ji could easily crush with a gentle pinch.

How could I not break your skin?

How could this be?

Even a celestial being's chest couldn't be scratched.

The three-headed dragon was greatly alarmed.

Yang Jian chuckled softly.

He delivered another powerful punch and said:

Have you ever heard of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts?

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts is the supreme technique that no one in the Chan Sect has ever mastered. It allows one to rebuild their physical body. Not only is the body so hard that it cannot be broken, but even if it is shattered, as long as there is still a bit of flesh left, it can regenerate instantly.

Jade Cauldron Immortal was injured by the Three-Headed Flood Dragon.

The previous scene showed the three-headed dragon's sharp claws pointing at its disciple.

When he finally managed to get up...

The three-headed dragon was already kneeling on the ground, hugging Yang Jian's straw sandals, weeping and begging for mercy:

"Grandpa Yang, I was forced into this by the Great Golden Crow."

"Please don't kill me. I still have a use. You see, you don't have a suitable weapon right now. Although I am a dragon, I can transform into a weapon."

After saying that, he was even more afraid that Yang Jian would not let him go.

It immediately transformed into a three-pointed, double-edged sword.

The blade drew ever closer to Yang Jian, pleading for mercy:

"Master, I am a good weapon, please spare my life."

Yang Jian looked at the three-pointed, double-edged sword and snorted coldly:

"It's not as good as the halberd my sister gave me; it's a treasure of the Dragon Palace."

Upon hearing this, the three-headed dragon volunteered:

"The Dragon Palace's treasures are also in the sea. Even if I am not a Heavenly Court's treasure, I am still from Heaven. We cannot be compared. If all else fails, I can turn into a fan."

Hearing these flattering words, Master Yuding rubbed his chest and came out.

Advice:

"Alright, you don't have any weapons right now, so you might as well use these for now."

Yang Jian even looked down on it when he held it.

Walking ahead, he turned his head to reveal half of his stunningly beautiful face:

"Follow along yourself."

"Yes, yes, master."

So, Jade Cauldron Immortal and Yang Jian walked in front, with the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword bouncing behind them.

While jumping around, they can easily get stuck in the cracks between rocks.

"Um, could someone please pull me up?"

No one dared to call Yang Jian, that cold guy.

Only after leaving the Jade Spring Mountain area, where using magic would not be noticed too much.

Yang Jian then gathered clouds and led Jade Cauldron Immortal at a rapid speed toward the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain.

……

Mosquito Taoist was frugal with his milk, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon from Flower Fruit Mountain every day to cultivate diligently.

He finally cultivated from the Golden Immortal Perfection to the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

That day, I was struck by lightning.

The monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain were so frightened that they screamed and cried.

While being struck by lightning, Mosquito Taoist was drinking milk with his hands on his hips, his desire to go home was even stronger than the lightning tribulation itself.

"Yang Jiao, the mosquitoes are fierce again!"

"This time, the protection fee is five bottles of milk!"

After she had endured the lightning tribulation, she grabbed Jingwei and flew towards the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

I can't wait to share this good news with Yang Jiao.

She wanted to tell her that the mosquitoes had been drinking their milk sparingly, never getting a full meal, and that Yang Jiao should give them a generous reward.

She excitedly imagined what Yang Jiao's expression would be when he first saw her, but as she passed Longmen at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, she suddenly found herself unable to pedal her Huangdi brand tricycle.

"Why... does the atmosphere at the mouth of the Guanjiang River have changed?"

Normally, when looking down from the sky, there would be a rich aura of immortality surrounding the area, but now there is very little of it.

Even Longmen is not as lively as it used to be.

When Mosquito Taoist stopped, he could still faintly hear the cries from below.

My heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly swooping down, they saw Thousand-Mile Eyes and Wind-Following Ears tidying up the dirt on their old roots while crying out:

"Our little aunt is dead, what are we going to do?"

"I want to die on the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods, so I can see my little aunt sooner."

The river god lay motionless in the water, only his eyes visible.

The grief was palpable.

That day, the situation at Guanjiang Estuary changed dramatically. He was still marveling at how Yang Jiao had attracted yet another important figure, but after that day, he never saw a member of the Yang family again...

Upon hearing this, Mosquito Taoist's eyes suddenly widened.

Unable to believe his ears, he stumbled forward, staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, and hurriedly asked:

"What did you say? You said Yang Jiao is dead?"

Seeing Mosquito Taoist, the Thousand-Mile Eye cried even harder, his eyes bloodshot, and said:

"The Ten Golden Crows besieged the Yang Mansion. The Yang Mansion was protected by a barrier that I couldn't see. After those immortals dispersed, I went inside and found the ground covered in blood. My little aunt was also gone."

"Jingwei!"

Jingwei suddenly began to flutter, about to fly into the sky.

Mosquito Taoist stood frozen in place, feeling as if his hands and feet were not his own.

Yang Jiao, is he dead?

Then, the Ten Golden Crows should also cease to live.

……

Qianyuan Mountain, Jinguang Cave.

Nezha stood in front of the lines carved on the stone wall, comparing them again and again.

Then, in a fit of anger, he smashed a hole through the stone wall with a loud bang, snorted, and turned to leave.

Upon seeing this.

Taiyi Zhenren emerged from the other side of the stone path and furtively wiped the lines on the stone wall clean with his sleeve.

Then a new line was drawn half a finger's width below the original position.

Only after finishing did he wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and sigh inwardly:

"Being a master is really not easy. When it rains heavily outside the cave, it drizzles inside as well."

Taiyi Zhenren looked up at his Golden Light Cave, which was full of holes punched by Nezha when he realized he hadn't grown taller.

Surprisingly, it's quite well-ventilated in the summer.