bookrandom Chapter 222 One Knife, One Cousin
Chapter 222 One Knife, One Cousin
The little golden crow closed its eyes and gritted its back teeth as it replied:
"Thanks for reminding me! I saw it!"
As Golden Crows, and as brothers, he had no choice but to stand together.
I can't bear to see ten brothers suffer such a fate, but we'll all die together eventually.
Yang Jian, however, took a different view of the little golden crow.
However, Yang Jian could not get past their accusations of humiliating their mother or the Queen Mother of the West's ruthless pursuit of them.
The Great Golden Crow kept its eyes fixed on the Little Golden Crow's slowly approaching figure, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that his last trump card could finally be used.
The previously weakened aura of the Great Golden Crow instantly surged again. It straightened its body, a disdainful sneer playing on its lips, its icy gaze fixed ahead, and it said in a chilling voice:
"Do you really think that all we Golden Crows have is that so-called Golden Crow Grand Formation? How naive!"
After saying this, a chilling frost flashed in the eyes of the Great Golden Crow, sending shivers down one's spine.
At the same time, the remaining Golden Crows exchanged knowing glances, then let out a series of loud cries, and in a flash, they transformed into enormous divine birds engulfed in raging flames, soaring into the sky.
They quickly converged in the air, forming a huge and spectacular group.
Having lost six Golden Crows previously, this giant divine bird, now composed of nine Golden Crows, is clearly missing a wing after its fusion.
Upon completing the fusion, this divine bird possessed terrifying strength comparable to the Golden Crow of the ancient Demon Court era.
However, even so, this did not affect the powerful force it exuded in the slightest.
The Great Golden Crow let out a long roar, a sound like a thunderclap, deafeningly loud.
With that long roar, he led the charge, like a burning meteor, plunging down towards Yang Jian below with unstoppable momentum.
Its speed was as fast as lightning flashing across the sky; the pressure it brought was as heavy as a mountain crushing an egg, and even the Mosquito Taoist next to him was greatly affected, and his movements involuntarily became sluggish.
In the blink of an eye, the Great Golden Crow had already rushed in front of Yang Jian, and it looked like it was about to completely annihilate him.
At this moment, Yang Jian's water-colored robe shattered instantly like fragile paper under the pressure of the Great Golden Crow, turning into countless fragments that scattered in the air.
At the critical moment! A figure sped over like lightning.
When she saw Erlang Shen in dire straits, she was extremely anxious and dared not delay for even a moment. She closed her eyes tightly and released all the magical power in her body without reservation.
With a soft shout from Yang Jiao:
"Activate the restrictions!"
In an instant, time seemed to stand still between heaven and earth, and the wind and clouds seemed to freeze.
Everyone present seemed to be frozen in place, as if under a spell, unable to move even a single hair.
"Only five seconds."
Yang Jiao swiftly descended, separating the nine golden crows like pulling up radishes, and turning each one in a different direction.
After finishing, Yang Jiao retreated to Yang Jian's side.
When the time comes.
Yang Jian immediately gripped his three-pointed, double-edged sword, preparing to withstand the attack head-on, but...
He looked up,
The nine golden crows somehow separated and each rushed off in a different direction.
Nine sounds, one after another, crashed against the rocks and gravel.
"Luckily, we arrived in time."
Yang Jiao slowly exhaled.
Yang Jian was startled by the sudden voice beside him and looked sharply at Yang Jiao:
"Sis! When did you get here?"
Before Yang Jiao could speak, an immense pressure filled her entire body.
She instinctively wanted to dodge, but then relaxed all her guard after sensing that familiar aura.
Mosquito Taoist rushed over at the fastest speed he had ever seen, even faster than when Styx Ancestor patted her.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yang Jiao and pulled her into his arms.
Even when Yang Jian said that Yang Jiao was alright, Mosquito Daoist was still uneasy. Only when he saw her with his own eyes and held her tightly could he calm his restless heart.
"Yang Jiao, you liar!"
Mosquito Taoist's voice, filled with anger, was also tinged with endless grievances.
He deceived himself into focusing on his cultivation, even tempting himself with a hundred bottles of milk to distract himself.
Heaven knows how terrified she was after learning that Yang Jiao's background had been revealed and that he had been murdered; even the ferocity she possessed from her primordial nature couldn't be suppressed.
Yang Jiao was almost suffocated by the Mosquito Taoist's strength, struggling to breathe in the gap, but unwilling to push him away, she only muttered a low voice:
"Mosquito, I miss you so much."
Mosquito Taoist's arm stiffened.
More grievances and madness welled up from all corners of her heart, making every joint and bone in her body ache.
Unable to hold back her tears any longer, she cried out:
"Ouch...you scared the mosquito to death..."
Yang Jian stepped back a few paces, leaving this moment of reunion to Mosquito Daoist and his sister.
He, carrying a three-pointed double-edged sword, strode toward the Great Golden Crow with a menacing air.
"You left me no way out, so it's fair that I kill you."
Panic finally flashed in the eyes of the Great Golden Crow.
Why? Why do all attempts to combine the Golden Crows fail?
They had clearly become golden statues of the ancient Golden Crow, but their cultivation technique shattered in the blink of an eye.
Is it really the will of Heaven that they are destined to die?
The Great Golden Crow knew it had no chance of winning, and could only pray softly:
"Kill me, the other Golden Crows were all coerced by me."
Yang Jian looked at the scattered golden crows and shook his head.
The Great Golden Crow instantly panicked, grabbing Yang Jian's robe and saying:
"Don't kill them, they're all your cousins."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian let out a sneer:
"When you came to Yangjia Village to kill my whole family, my mother begged you for the same thing... Have you forgotten, Great Golden Crow General?"
The despair in the eyes of the Great Golden Crow was unmistakable, and it finally said weakly:
"Then there will be no sun on earth."
The Great Golden Crow originally thought that Yang Jian would consider the people's welfare and thus sacrifice his own life to save his brothers.
But Yang Jian's next words shattered all his hopes.
"When this batch of suns dies, the Jade Emperor can still give birth to another batch."
The sun of the ancient demon court died, and wasn't it you who took its place?
After saying that, Yang Jian said no more to him, and plunged the three-pointed double-edged sword into the heart of the Great Golden Crow.
Then...
One, two, three...
When they finally killed the last little golden crow, Yang Jiao and Yao Ji said in unison:
"Jian'er, keep one."
"Erlang, don't hurt your little cousin. He has never hurt Mother."
Yang Jian sheathed his sword, looked at him coldly, and said:
"I'll leave the sun for the Three Realms, so you can go back and tell the Queen Mother that this was all my idea, Yang Jian's. If you have any problems, come at me!"
The little golden crow, dejected, picked up the useless sun wheel and flew erratically towards the Heavenly Court.
Looking down, he murmured:
"Do ironclad rules and mercy really have to be separated so clearly?"
Yang Jiao finally broke free from the Mosquito Taoist's embrace and hurriedly headed towards Peach Mountain.
Seeing that Yao Ji was no longer bound by the chains formed by the Heavenly Laws and could move freely in Peach Mountain, he felt somewhat relieved and said:
"Mother, we will do our best to help you get out of here openly and honestly!"
"We will let the three realms know how outstanding your three children are."
Yao Ji, with tears in her eyes, nodded and shook her head repeatedly, saying:
"As long as you are all alive, and living well, that is all your mother wants."
Seeing this scene.
Yang Jian stood beside the Mosquito Taoist, deeply moved.
Mosquito Taoist nudged Yang Jian's shoulder, realizing he was only up to Yang Jian's chin, and secretly stood on tiptoe, saying:
"You killed nine golden crows, aren't you afraid the Heavenly Court will come after you?"
Yang Jian shrugged noncommittally and casually tossed out his three-pointed, double-edged sword:
"I didn't kill them, it was the Three-Headed Flood Dragon that killed them."