NFBE Chapter 500 Yang Jiao Tears Up the Qiankun Bag
Chapter 500 Yang Jiao Tears Up the Qiankun Bag
Lu Ya Dao Ren's eyes widened like copper bells.
Kong Xuan, who was standing to the side, was also so surprised that his mouth dropped open.
Inside the entire Qiankun Bag, apart from the Taoists who had been knocked unconscious by Kinnara seed in the ground and were still not awake, everyone was completely silent.
An eerie silence.
Everyone's face showed astonishment, as if their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
"She... tore apart a magical artifact with her bare hands?" Master Taiyi swallowed hard.
A look of confusion crossed her eyes. Was this still the Yang Jiao she knew?
She didn't have this much strength when she rode a broken stick to Jinguang Cave back then!
Suddenly, a loud clapping sound erupted from the quiet Qiankun bag, clap clap clap, clap clap clap.
Nezha enthusiastically chimed in:
"Yang Jiao, you are really strong."
Tearing and tearing.
Without any magical power, Yang Jiao used only her brute strength to pull open the Qiankun bag, creating a large hole that went from big enough for a head to big enough for a person to crawl through, all in just a few breaths.
Looking at Yu Ding Zhenren's somewhat dazed expression, Yang Jian said with a hint of helplessness:
"Today I finally understand why my father always told me that compared to my sister, I was like a fool."
His sister's talent was far beyond anything he could match.
With that kind of strength, she could hold up the sky if it fell down.
As Lu Ya Dao Ren watched Yang Jiao easily tear open the Qiankun bag that he and Kong Xuan had struggled to open for a long time, a tingling sensation rose from the soles of his feet and shot straight to the top of his head. It took a long time before the wind blowing in from the cave entrance cleared him up a bit.
His face was expressionless, and it took him a long time to find his voice:
"No wonder you can hang out with Mosquito Taoist."
Two perverts!
At this moment, Lu Ya began to admire the two of them from the bottom of his heart.
Those two women are terrifying.
"What are you spacing out for?" Yang Jiao turned to look at Lu Ya, pointing to the cave entrance: "Run away."
"Oh oh oh."
Lu Ya listened to what was said like a puppet.
He jumped straight down into the hole.
Zhunti Daoist carried the Qiankun Bag, his body still bearing the black marks left by the self-destruction of the Six Soul Banner. Although he was in a sorry state, his eyes shone with an alarming brightness, filled with hope for the great prosperity of the West.
Whoosh, one ran away.
Whoosh, one ran away.
shhhhhh...
Zhunti Daoist flew happily all the way, dropping Daoists along the way.
After Maitreya descended, he watched the departing figure of Master Zhunti from within the clouds, his emotions becoming even more complex.
Master, the Western religion will surely flourish.
Maitreya's reluctance turned into determination, and he exchanged a glance with Ksitigarbha.
The members of the Chan Sect stood together, while the Jie Sect had even more members. Their faces were filled with resentment, but facing Yang Jiao, their savior, they still managed to force a grateful smile and cupped their hands in greeting, saying:
"Thank you for saving us, young friend. From now on, we will certainly serve you without any complaints."
Although most of the members of the Jie Sect were born from eggs or moisture, they valued loyalty and righteousness above all else.
Looking at the group of people bowing before her, Yang Jiao inexplicably thought of the heroes of Liangshan.
She quickly raised her hand and said:
"The Tongtian Sect Leader has treated me well, so you all need not be so formal."
Perhaps because Yang Jiao mentioned the Tongtian Sect Leader, anger suddenly rose on their faces, and they clenched their fists and said sharply:
"I'm going back now. I refuse to believe that the 'Transformation into Ten Thousand Immortals Formation' can't kill both the Chan Sect and the Western Sect inside!"
The members of the Chan Sect: ...
Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, Kinnara: ...
After finishing his tirade, the man looked at them and smiled apologetically:
"You don't count."
"After all, we've been in the same Qiankun bag, it's like having a bond from the same mother's womb."
Master Yuding laughed awkwardly, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. Unsure how to respond, he blurted out something out of the blue:
"The people of the Jie Sect really do speak crudely and their reasoning is quite rough."
Yang Jiao also saw a sense of chivalry in the Jie Sect Taoists. Thinking about it, they might actually be willing to die in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation to drag the Chan Sect and the Western Sect down with them. After some thought, she advised them:
"The Tongtian Sect Leader did this so that you could live, but you must never go back."
"How can that be?" A burly man with a thick beard stepped out from the Jie Sect and said boldly, "I can die, but Master cannot suffer this humiliation."
"As long as you live, the Tongtian Sect Leader's fortune will not dissipate."
"how do I say this?"
“You are the destiny of the Jie Sect. With destiny, the power of the Tongtian Sect Leader will be even stronger.”
The members of the Jie Sect looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.
At this moment, a woman dressed in a jade-green fairy dress walked out, took Yang Jiao's hand, patted it, and said:
"We believe what you say."
She looked back at all the disciples who had escaped from the Jie Sect and said in a deep voice:
"Disciples of the Jie Sect, heed my command."
"exist."
"Now that our master is trapped in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, we must not ruin his grand plan in order to create a way out for us. Everyone, please disperse now and do whatever you are to create a chance for the Jie Sect to survive."
"Yes."
Yang Jiao watched as the woman spoke, and all the disciples of the Jie Sect listened attentively. A moment of curiosity struck her, and she asked:
"You are……"
She wore a blue Taoist robe and a lotus crown on her head. As she spoke, she bowed slowly, her whisk resting on her arm, and said:
“The Holy Mother of Wudang, a disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Jiao's eyes showed admiration.
Kinnara glanced at Yang Chan, then finally stepped forward and asked in a flat tone:
"Do you want me to take you back to Nuwa Palace?"
Yang Chan glanced at her older sister and second brother, hesitating slightly. She knew that her strength was a burden here, but after thinking for a moment, she walked towards Kinnara.
"Then I'll entrust Chan'er to you for now." Yang Jian gripped his three-pointed double-edged sword and solemnly called out, "Brother."
Kinnara quickly raised his eyes.
Seeing Yang Jian, the person least likely to acknowledge him as a member of their family, call him "sworn brother," the joy in his eyes almost materialized. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and loudly replied:
"Hey!"
He had an almost simple and honest appearance.
Yang Jian smiled and the memory of their first argument in childhood vanished with a smile.
All that remained was trust in each other.
Yang Jiao looked at them and nodded in relief, saying:
"In that case, farewell. We look forward to seeing you all again in the future."
After she finished speaking, she bid farewell to the members of the Jie Sect, and the three thousand Taoists dispersed.
From now on, they will take root in all parts of the Three Realms, and the flowers they bloom will all be called the Jie Sect.
Yang Jiao placed a Nine-Turn Golden Pill into the hands of Yang Chan and Kinnara, then smiled at Kinnara:
"Thanks a lot."
After saying that, he went to the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation with Yang Jian, Nezha and the others.
Kinnara looked at Yang Chan and whispered:
"Let's go, I'll take you back to Nuwa Palace."
At this moment, Yang Chan did not move.
Kinnara turned his head away suspiciously.
He only saw Yang Chan standing there, tilting her head at him, and teasingly saying:
"My sworn brother is quite skilled at planting people now."
In that instant, Kinnara could only hear the sound of his own heart pounding like a drum.