"Nezha, put it to death and live!" Chu Feng's cold voice came.

When he heard this, the one who reacted the most was not Nezha, but Yang Jian. He was very puzzled. How could there be such a master in the world who actually let his disciple die?

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian saw the power of Chu Feng's words. After only two breaths, the golden sharp aura on Nezha's body surged, and even the soul was assimilated into the golden sharp aura. This was the rhythm of dying together.

In the golden light everywhere in the sky, Nezha was like the Supreme Golden Emperor who controlled life and death, oppressing the sky, causing the space to shatter, forming one black hole after another, whether it was birds, dust or trees.

Yang Jian, who was not planning to die here, released his clone to resist Nezha, and then he soared into the sky.

"Where to go!" Nezha, who instantly broke Yang Jian's clone, condensed a golden spear in front of him, rushed out with all his might, as if he had surpassed the limits of time and space. In the alternation of light and darkness, at the end of the sky, in the chaos of clouds, he penetrated Yang Jian, and the blood spurted out from the huge Dharma body was said to be stained with blue blood.

Nezha, who successfully defeated his opponent, had not had time to confirm whether Yang Jian was dead, but because of the backlash of the violent Jin Rui Qi in his body, his eyes turned dark and he fainted.

Chu Feng on the city tower ordered Zhang Guifang who had come to him at some time.

"The entire army was dispatched to break through Jiang Ziya Qishan camp and take Xiqi City."

Zhang Guifang, wearing bronze armor, hugged her fist and came downstairs with a tremendous wave of her hand. The long-awaited thousands of cavalry and tens of thousands of infantry set out in a mighty manner, and the destination was naturally Qishan Camp.

...

On the city tower, Chu Feng put the exhausted Nezha on the cold and hard ground and pressed his hand on it. While adjusting the violent golden sharp energy in Nezha's body, he inputted pure fairy energy. After about half an hour of busyness, Nezha woke up slowly.

"Nezha, how do you feel? Isn't it better?" Chu Feng's face disappeared from the coldness he had before, like a kind-hearted old man, and his tone was as warm as the warm spring after the cold winter.

Nezha was stunned and asked, "Is Yang Jian dead?"

Just now, he fainted too quickly and had not had time to check whether Yang Jian was dead.

"I'm not dead, I must have been rescued."

Chu Feng shook his head. Nezha's shot just now did pierce through Yang Jian, but he chased after him and found nothing. Yang Jian's cultivation was not too high, and he was seriously injured. If he could avoid his sight, he could only be rescued.

Chu Feng's words made Nezha's face look ugly. He still didn't kill Yang Jian with one force. If Yang Jian's eight or nine mysterious skills were more powerful, he would probably die.

"No, I want to go and have a look!" Nezha stood up despite his recovery, chanted the spell, and summoned the Wind and Hot Wheel.

As transformed by the spirit of the Phoenix Clan, as soon as the Hot Wheels appeared, it increased the surrounding temperature by dozens of degrees, making the originally a little cool city tower extremely hot. Fortunately, there were no soldiers on the city tower, otherwise a group of people would have to die.

"You can't show off when you go here." Seeing that you couldn't stop this guy, Chu Feng changed his words and reminded him.

Nezha bowed to Chu Feng and left in the air.

Chu Feng thought about it for a few breaths, but still followed. On the one hand, it was for Nezha's safety, and on the other hand, it was to support the Shang army on the battlefield. As for taking the opportunity to kill Jiang Ziya, Chu Feng had no intention of this at all. Who is Jiang Ziya? Yuanshi Tianzun and I will not let him die if they take the opportunity to die. If they take a step back, even if they really die, they will find a way to save the person. Killing Jiang Ziya can be said to be a waste of effort.

Soon after, when he came to the sky above Qishan, Chufeng saw through the clouds and mist, the Zhou army camp in Qishan was in chaos, and soldiers ran around like ants.

Zhang Guifang, the general of Qinglong Pass who had been ordered to set out before, was riding a strange beast and rushing around. When he saw the general of the Zhou army, he asked why he didn't get off the horse and his mental attacks were not something that ordinary people could resist. One by one, the Zhou army generals fell from the strange beast and horse. When they were still dizzy, they were stabbed to death by Zhang Guifang.

After a while, Nezha, who had been strolling around the military camp, found nothing, asked when he saw Zhang Guifang: "General Zhang, have you ever seen Yang Jian?"

"Yang Jian, wasn't you killed?" Zhang Guifang, who was so happy that he was confused when he heard Nezha's words. He had clearly seen that Yang Jian, the first person of the three generations of the Anhui Sect, was pierced by a golden gun while running away. This is also the reason why he dared to rush into the Qishan camp without restraint.

Nezha raised his eyebrows and flew out of the camp. Today, no matter what, he would find Yang Jian.

Zhang Guifang ignored him and pushed his gun and continued to rush. Because it was early morning, the sunlight rose from the east, and the golden light spread to the earth, illuminating Zhang Guifang, who was covered with blood, was like a god and demon in the daytime.

With one Zhou army general after another and the soldiers corpsed, Zhang Guifang came to the vicinity of the Central Army's tent. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Ziya wearing armor standing solemnly, and was overjoyed.

"Old man, today's general of Japan will use your blood to clear away the shame of that day."

Jiang Ziya slowly untied a two-foot-long whip from her waist, and pointed at Zhang Guifang with a whip carved in a complex Taoist script.

"Zhang Zi, do you think there is no one in Xiqi?"

Zhang Guifang just thought it was an ordinary whip and rushed over with a smile.

Chu Feng, who had seen all this, was about to come down to stop him, but suddenly a surge of heart surging. This feeling was undoubtedly something that someone close to him had happened. Here, Nezha, who could be called a close person.

With the intention of saving both sides, Chu Feng released a divine whip that held the Vajra Circle to deal with Jiang Ziya, and the deity turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky.

...

In the original plot, Jinjiling was where Kong Xuan alone resisted Jiang Ziya's army to defeat Zhou and defeated many masters such as Lan Deng and Lu Ya. At this moment, it became the place where Nezha was trapped.

Under a big tree covering the sky and the sun, two middle-aged monks looked at the three young men in the distance, confronting the mountains in the distance.

"Fellow Daoist Manjushri, this Nezha's heavenly vein is naturally formed and outstanding. Its qualifications are far superior to Jinzha and Muzha. It is not inferior to Yang Jian, the first person in the third generation. If he can conquer it, there will be no greater good."

A middle-aged man with a goatee and a face that is three points blacker than ordinary people, said.

"What fellow Samantabhadra said is exactly what I want to say. Nezha should have been worshipped under the disciple of fellow Taoist Taiyi, but because Chu Feng took action to obstruct him, he was not successful. Taking advantage of this opportunity to persuade him with brotherly feelings, he was 50% sure."

A middle-aged man with a white cloth wrapped around his majestic body, a very white skin and a slender nose bridge, said confidently.
Chapter completed!