sbdcsierra Chapter 196 The Great Golden Crow Cuts Off Yang Jiao's Head
Chapter 196 The Great Golden Crow Cuts Off Yang Jiao's Head
"Mother!"
Yang Jiao shouted, and the little golden crow immediately stopped and let her pass.
She quickly helped Yao Ji, who had fallen to the ground, to her feet.
In the original story, only the Great Golden Crow was dispatched to capture Yao Ji, but because of the addition of his own people, he had to release his ultimate move in advance to summon the Ten Great Golden Crows.
"Auntie, give up."
"no way!"
Yao Ji's attitude was resolute.
Moreover, this happened after she saw her husband being killed.
The hatred in her eyes was almost tangible.
Why can't they let go of ordinary people who only have a few decades to live?
Yang Tianyou never thought about cultivating immortality and living to a ripe old age; he only wanted these few decades of loving time together.
I only ask for these few dozen days, which are like a few dozen days in the eyes of the gods.
He is not greedy.
But now, Yang Tianyou is dead!
Yao Ji glared hatefully at everyone in front of her, but she no longer had the strength to stand up.
Yang Jiao stood up, made sure she was still wearing the thin silk garment, and then turned her attention back to her original thoughts.
He whispered in Yao Ji's ear:
"No matter what happens in a moment, Mother, you must believe that we will not die, and no one will die."
After saying that, he immediately swung the Thousand Machine Cudgel at the Great Golden Crow.
The other Golden Crows wanted to make a move, but the Great Golden Crow arrogantly said:
"No need, I'm just a mere Celestial Immortal."
He looked at the thirteen-year-old girl in front of him with a sneer, thinking her overestimating herself.
Yang Jiao acted quickly. She knew, of course, that she was no match for the Great Golden Crow, but she wanted to make him believe that she had been killed by him.
The Great Golden Crow stood still, as if Yang Jiao's figure was merely a slow-motion display in its eyes, and it didn't care about her at all.
Until Yang Jiao was about to take another step closer.
He slowly extended his hand, clenched his fist, and just as he was about to swing it...
A mysterious and unpredictable force actually neutralized his punch. Two dots, one black and one white, appeared on the stick in Yang Jiao's hand, absorbing the force of the punch like two fish mating.
"How...how could this be?"
The Great Golden Crow was taken aback.
Yang Jiao then used the force of his punch to deflect it back through Tai Chi.
It seems to have lost its previous power.
But the Great Golden Crow had no way to avoid it, and it stood still and took a punch, flying backward.
Hitting someone is like hanging a painting!
It slammed into the wall with a thud and remained there for a long time.
The principle of using minimal force to overcome great strength is the essence of Tai Chi.
But this attack was also because the Great Golden Crow underestimated her.
He covered his chest with his hand and spat out a mouthful of blood even larger than Yao Ji's earlier. When he raised his head again, his killing intent was no longer concealed.
He unleashed the full power of the Taiyi Golden Immortal.
He arrived in front of Yang Jiao in a single step; his speed was so fast that Yang Jiao could only see a blur.
This is the true Taiyi Golden Immortal.
Killing a celestial being is as easy as crushing an ant.
Yang Jiao finally got this result after making the Golden Crow suffer a loss. She took the opportunity to wink at the people behind her.
Yun Zhongzi was full of confidence in the silk he had painstakingly crafted.
Nodding silently, the three of them knew in unison that it was time to leave.
As long as... the Golden Crow strikes the silkworm's clothes, Yang Jiao will only be in pain for a few days at most, but she will definitely not die, and it will put their minds at ease.
Rolling up the curtain anxiously, pacing back and forth, gritting his teeth as he was about to rush to Yang Jiao's rescue, when suddenly a bald boy grabbed him. He tried to break free:
"Don't pull me, I need to save Yang Jiao!"
He was extremely anxious.
No matter how hard he struggled, he found that he couldn't break free from the child's control.
Maitreya squinted and said calmly:
"Let's go, Yang Jiao has her own plans."
He also believed that Yang Jiao could do it.
The group of people were all highly skilled, and apart from the giant golden crows surrounding Yang Jiao, no one could stop them from leaving.
Maitreya stood alone in front, simply clasping his hands together and muttering something in a low voice before striking out with his hand.
The densely packed heavenly soldiers were blasted away, creating a gap in the sky.
The group immediately flew away from there.
Seeing this, the Great Golden Crow stopped the heavenly soldiers who wanted to give chase:
"There's no need to go. You're no match for him. As long as the Yang family is here, we'll be fine."
Yang Jiao was now putting on a brave face and trying to remain calm.
She looked at Lie Tianpeng with expectant eyes.
As the other heavenly soldiers walked step by step toward Yang Jian and Yang Chan.
Marshal Tianpeng leaped directly to the front, beaming as he addressed the Great Golden Crow:
"Your Highness, you can't claim all the credit, can you? Kill these two brats."
Upon hearing these words, Yao Ji's eyes filled with despair.
She struggled to get up to save her child, but the two golden crows held her tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much she shouted.
"Let me go! Those are my children, your cousins! You can't kill them! You can't kill them!"
Marshal Tianpeng walked step by step toward Yang Jian and Yang Chan.
Yang Jian was already ten years old at this time, at the Celestial Immortal realm, with the same cultivation level as Marshal Tianpeng.
He stood up, his forehead brimming with murderous intent.
Yang Chan stared blankly at her father's corpse for a long time, and then the whole world appeared red in her eyes.
A terrifying power is about to erupt.
"Jian'er, Chan'er."
At this moment, Yang Jiao called out to them, and waited until her younger siblings' eyes fell on her.
She shook her head almost imperceptibly.
The silent mouth gesture said:
"Trust him."
I believe Marshal Tianpeng will definitely use the Age-Changing Palm to make them fake their deaths and escape.
The future of Erlang Shen and the Third Holy Mother will not change.
Although they didn't know why their elder sister wouldn't let them rebel, they believed her since she was the eldest sister.
The brother and sister held hands, giving each other strength, and refrained from attacking when Marshal Tianpeng approached.
I believe you, sister.
Marshal Tianpeng couldn't bear to watch this scene. He circled his rake around his body, then threw a punch with all the strength a celestial being could muster.
Yang Jian and Yang Chan were completely unprotected. After the attack, they fell to the ground with a thud, not far from Yang Tianyou's fake corpse.
"No!"
"my child!"
Yao Ji lost her husband and children one after another, and her grief was beyond measure.
How could she possibly remember what Jiao'er had said? That was her child.
Seeing this, Yang Jiao felt somewhat at ease.
On the other side, Ksitigarbha, Maitreya, Yun Zhongzi, and Juanlian, who had circled back from the other side, were perched on the wall, secretly watching.
At this moment, the Great Golden Crow looked at the already dead Yang Jian and was overjoyed.
"You're the only one left. Don't you want to hurry down to the Yellow Springs and catch up with your younger brothers and sisters?"
Yang Jiao gripped the stick tightly, raised her head, and said:
"This deep brotherhood, this bond that leads to a shared journey to the afterlife, I'll leave it to you."
The Golden Crow's face turned cold.
"Still being stubborn even when death is imminent!"
The oppressive aura emanating from the ten golden crows was too much for Yang Jiao, a mere celestial being, to withstand.
She called out loudly to the great golden crow:
"Come on, kill me! Crush my heart with your fists!"
Yun Zhongzi once said that the threads sewn around the heart are the strongest.
Yang Jiao originally intended to guide the Great Golden Crow to attack her area, but unexpectedly, the Great Golden Crow did not play by the rules.
He glanced coldly at the corpses of the two young members of the Yang family, then turned back to Yang Jiao and said:
"Then I won't let you die the same way as your younger brother and sister."
These words were spoken.
Yang Jiao was stunned.
The four people on the wall were also dumbfounded.
If they don't attack the place they originally agreed upon, can Yang Jiao still survive? Can they still survive?
The four of them immediately panicked and tried to rush back in.
At this moment, the Great Golden Crow had already begun its attack, cruelly snatching Yao Ji's sword from her hands:
“Aunt, your sword took your daughter’s life, which can be considered as her repaying the debt of giving birth to her.”
Yang Jiao was unable to move and thought:
Oh no, I wonder if the silk robe made by Daoist Yunzhongzi, which can protect against palm strikes, can also protect against weapons...
The Great Golden Crow laughed loudly as it walked towards Yang Jiao:
"Only when you are all dead will my aunt be truly clean."
With a swift and decisive swing of his sword, he severed Yang Jiao's head.
Seeing the head rolling on the ground, Yao Ji's last thread of strength snapped, and she fainted.
Of the four people who were halfway through their flight, three suddenly lost their footing and fell to the ground.
As the curtain flew up, people around him fell like rain, and he frantically tried to catch them, not knowing which ones to grab first.
What's going on with you guys?
Ksitigarbha was completely powerless.
Yun Zhongzi's eyes glazed over.
For the first time, Maitreya lost his smile; he was still grieving as he fell.
"It's over, it's over. Yang Jiao is dead, and I'm going to die too. I'll never be the leader of the Western Sect again."
The three of them landed with a thud.
Waiting for death to come.
Even as the heavenly soldiers and generals began escorting Yao Ji back to the Heavenly Court, they were still lying on the ground, not dead.
The Jade Cauldron Immortal on the wall, compassionate towards all humanity, had long lamented his own fate.
"Huh? I don't think I'm dead?"