PNB Chapter 438 Yang Jian and Nezha were completely stunned when they saw Yang Jiao grow up!
Chapter 438 Yang Jian and Nezha were completely stunned when they saw Yang Jiao grow up!
Chapter 438 Yang Jian and Nezha were completely stunned when they saw Yang Jiao grow up!
The Tongtian Sect Leader watched the two Western Saints leave, and then, glancing at Yang Jiao and the Mosquito Daoist holding hands, he curled his lips into a smile.
Then, with lowered eyes, he looked at the Supreme Sage and the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and performed the final act:
"So what if you broke my Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation? Don't be too smug! Just you wait!"
After making those harsh remarks,
He turned and headed towards Jin'ao Island, disappearing from the scene.
Mosquito Taoist had now fully accepted that Yang Jiao had suddenly grown up, and curiously used his own shoulders to measure her.
Upon discovering that they were of average height, she exclaimed with delight:
"We're the same height."
Yang Jiao has not only grown to be the same height as me, but her face has also lost its childishness, with more defined lines and more refined features.
She thought it looked good no matter how she looked at it.
It's like I can't get enough of looking at it.
He would take a few steps and then turn his head to look at Yang Jiao.
Then their shoulders were pressed tightly together, side by side.
After Yang Jiao led Mosquito Taoist back to where Jade Cauldron Immortal and the others had been, Mosquito Taoist blinked and tilted his head so that it rested perfectly on Yang Jiao's shoulder!
Yun Zhongzi leaned closer and asked Yang Jiao:
"Has the Chaos Bell been repaired?"
Yang Jiao nodded and took out the Chaos Bell, which was engraved with intricate patterns that shimmered with light.
Yun Zhongzi's pupils trembled slightly.
He reached out to touch it, but at the last second he nervously lowered his hand and hurriedly wiped his palm on his Taoist robe.
They were afraid that even the slightest stain would tarnish this magical artifact that was Donghuang Taiyi's companion.
Yang Jiao generously handed the small, bell-like Chaos Bell forward.
Yun Zhongzi held it in his hands with a look of fear and fascination, and exclaimed:
"This is the Chaos Bell! This is the Chaos Bell, which is both offensive and defensive! It's... still quite small."
He hesitated, wondering if Donghuang Taiyi's strength was too terrifying, which was why the Chaos Bell was even stronger when it was in his hands.
Yang Jiao's cultivation level is currently insufficient, and the Chaos Bell has also shrunk.
Yun Zhongzi picked up the Chaos Bell and examined it from top to bottom.
Yang Jiao also leaned over and looked up from below, only then realizing what she had been thinking was wrong.
This bell-shaped Chaos Bell—it seems to be missing a clapper?
As she was still thinking, the Mosquito Taoist beside her suddenly looked up and asked:
"Now that you're all grown up, does Yang Jian know that?"
Yang Jiao's thoughts were interrupted, and she shook her head with a wry smile:
"I don't know, I haven't gone out to see them yet."
Yang Jian didn't know, and neither did Nezha.
Mosquito Taoist suddenly chuckled softly, his light breath brushing against Yang Jiao's nape. She chuckled with delight and said:
"Quickly, let them see."
Mosquito Taoist couldn't wait to see Yang Jian and Nezha's expressions!
I can't imagine how shocked I was.
Yun Zhongzi couldn't figure out the reason for the Chaos Bell. This magical artifact disappeared after Donghuang Taiyi's death, and it couldn't be found in the Three Realms. Naturally, no one knew how to use it.
He immediately gave up and returned the Chaos Bell to her, whispering, "Be sure to keep it safe. If news of the Chaos Bell's birth leaks out, even sages will covet it."
Yang Jiao nodded solemnly.
She still needs to use the Chaos Bell to see the Great God Pangu again.
So many questions need to be answered by asking him.
Master Yu Ding led the way, and the others followed in a staggered fashion towards the thatched hut.
Yang Jian and Nezha were extremely anxious amidst the crowd. The Zhuxian Sword Formation had been broken, but Yang Jiao was nowhere to be seen.
Nezha couldn't sit still and tried to get up, but Yang Jian forcefully pressed him back down.
He warned:
"Let go, I'm going to find Yang Jiao."
Yang Jian was equally worried, but after observing the connection between his master and sister over the years, he had already guessed the truth of the matter, and even though he was worried, he still retained some rationality.
Master is alright, and my sister will be fine.
You must be alright.
As Yang Jian was thinking, he saw Jade Cauldron Immortal and Daoist Yun Zhongzi appear in his line of sight, and he stood up with great joy.
Then, behind their figures, several familiar pieces of clothing appeared.
"Look, it's my sister!"
Yang Jian said something, and Nezha suddenly stood up.
As the two of them moved, everyone's eyes turned to that side.
Only the slender figure of Jade Cauldron Immortal was visible, revealing half of Mosquito Daoist's face.
"Master, Martial Uncle," Yang Jian called out hurriedly, then smiled and looked at the hem of clothing, "Sister?"
Nezha also stood directly in front, his expression changing from anxious to expectant, but his view was always blocked by Yu Ding Zhenren. That corner of his clothes was indeed the pattern Yang Jiao wore on the day she left.
He tilted his whole body to look:
"Yang Jiao?"
Not only were the two of them eager to confirm whether Yang Jiao was unharmed in the slightest.
Grand Master Xuandu also raised his head, but unlike the other two, he didn't lose his composure. He didn't move his body, but his eyes looked over.
Upon hearing his senior sister's name, the green ox rammed the Supreme Sage in front of it with its horns and galloped faster than Yang Jian and Nezha.
"Moo~"
Senior sister! Niu Niu is here!
In terms of cultivation and strength, the Green Ox is definitely superior to Yang Jian and the other two. As the exclusive mount of the Supreme Sage, don't underestimate it just because it's an ox. Its speed is no slower than that of the Nine Dragons Incense Chariot of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
In the blink of an eye, he passed Jade Cauldron Immortal and Yun Zhongzi, looking at Yang Jiao with a fawning expression:
"Moo~~Moo?!"
The blue ox's limbs were stiff, and even its tail stopped wagging.
Staring intently at Yang Jiao, his huge bull-like eyes almost popped out, his mouth half-open, so astonished that he forgot to retract his drooping tongue.
“Niu Niu,” Yang Jiao said.
A familiar, clear tone rang out.
Once Yang Jian confirmed that his sister was alright, a relieved smile finally appeared on his face.
It was at this moment that Master Yuding and Master Yunzhong stepped aside, and the obstructed view finally cleared, revealing everything.
The owner of that familiar garment stood there.
Behind her was the dust and smoke from the broken Zhuxian Sword Formation, and Yang Jiao walked out gracefully against the dim yellow background.
Like the only ray of light in the world.
Yang Jian paused in his steps, gasped in shock, and could no longer utter the word "sister" that he had been holding back.
Nezha, whose body was already tilted, stared blankly at Yang Jiao's current appearance, and his body slumped against Taiyi Zhenren.
Inside the reed hut were the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and many generals of Xiqi.
The conversation abruptly stopped.
All was silent.
Grand Master Xuandu was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing across his usually serene face, before he smiled slightly:
"Junior sister, you've grown up."
His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that eventually turned the tranquil surface into a raging torrent.
"Yang Jiao?"
"Is this Yang Jiao?"
"Is it Qingfu Zhengshen?"
The conversation, once it began, was like an unstoppable torrent, engulfing the rocks and trees along the way.
Everyone watched in shock as the fleeting figure gradually approached.
Yang Jian finally seemed to come to his senses, stepped forward, and spoke with a confident tone tinged with uncertainty:
"sister?"
Yang Jiao had grown taller and was no longer the thirteen-year-old she once was!
She stood in front of Yang Jian, right at his chin.
Yang Jiao raised her hand and slapped Yang Jian on the back of the head with a clean and decisive motion.
Snapped.
After a sound.
Yang Jian was overjoyed and said:
"It's my sister, this really is my sister!"