Chapter 156: Yang Jian axes Puxian, the four master and disciples

"Yes." Yang Jian looked directly at the Jade Emperor, wind and clouds surging in his eyes.

In fact, no matter whether the Jade Emperor would stop him, or rather, no matter who stopped him, no matter what twists and turns and costs he had to pay.

He, Yang Jian, today, must have Puxian's soul destroyed and completely dissipated in the Three Realms.

The Jade Emperor looked at Puxian, "Since it is a kindness, then my Heavenly Court will repay the kindness, Rulai Fozu, do you have any opinions."

Rulai did not speak; why didn't he speak? Because he was struggling to impact the pressure on his body, where did he have the strength to open his mouth.

"He said he has no opinion." Tang An acted as a translator for Rulai again.

Speaking of this, Tang An looked at Muzha, who had been silently following Guanyin Bodhisattva. He had been paddling throughout this great battle and hadn't truly taken action.

Muzha seemed to feel Tang An's gaze and looked up to meet her eyes.

Actually, he could see clearly that Tang An was taking this opportunity to give him a chance, a chance to potentially repair his relationship with Nezha.

After all, the rights and wrongs of the Chentang Pass incident back then, with Li Jing dying at Rulai's hands, all seemed like passing clouds.

The thorn and barrier stuck in their hearts didn't seem so deep, and had loosened.

"Second Brother." Jin Zha came to Muzha's side, hugging Muzha's shoulder, looking like a social thug. "Isn't that your master? Others can't recognize him, can't you recognize him?"

If Tang An's look was to let him muster the courage to consider truly facing his relationship with Nezha again. Jin Zha's appearance was to push him from behind, letting him make a choice.

"Big Brother is right, my master, how could I not recognize him." Muzha said this, and went to look at Nezha again.

Actually, that day at Chentang Pass, he and Jin Zha were not at the scene.

Later, when Muzha learned of this, the family had already fallen apart because of Nezha's death.

The husband-and-wife relationship between Li Jing and Lady Yin had also existed in name only.

Therefore, Muzha regretted it from the beginning, and regretted it in two layers.

The first layer of regret was that he felt that if he could have returned at that time and protected Nezha, would everything not have become what it is today?

And when he returned home, he happened to catch up with the day Li Jing went to smash the golden body used for Nezha's resurrection.

He went to stop Li Jing, but was pressured by Li Jing with layers of patriarchal shackles. It was as if he had been pulled into the abyss, like a puppet, forced by patriarchal power, and could only listen to him.

And when Li Jing went to destroy Nezha's golden body, he even specially pulled Muzha over, and destroyed Nezha's golden body with his own hands in front of Muzha.

While Li Jing was smashing Nezha's golden body, he was also telling Muzha sentence by sentence that this was the end of not listening to his father's orders, and the price to be paid for resisting fate!

So Muzha's second layer of regret, or rather the Heart Demon he had developed because of this, was all telling him in self-deception.

If there hadn't been that day at Chentang Pass, would all this not have happened?

If that day at Chentang Pass, when Nezha cut his bones to return to his father and cut his flesh to return to his mother, he could have returned in time, could have stood side by side with Nezha, would he have had the courage to resist Li Jing like Nezha?

He dared not think further, and could not face the cowardly self who dared not resist patriarchal power.

Because of this, he had been afraid to face Nezha. What he feared most was seeing the cold look Nezha used to look at him.

That kind of look always reminded Muzha of the moment Nezha's golden body shattered in front of him, that kind of most powerless, most powerless despair.

"Second Brother." Jin Zha patted Muzha's shoulder to let him return to his senses, "Go." This "go" seemed to be cheering Muzha on.

Of course, it was not the courage to confront his master, Puxian Bodhisattva.

But the courage to repair his brotherhood with Nezha.

Muzha nodded and looked at Nezha again.

This look seemed to carry the look when brothers looked at each other in the past, making Nezha move slightly.

"Master." Muzha flew to Puxian Bodhisattva.

Puxian's brows relaxed, and joy came from his heart. As long as Muzha recognized him as his master, even the Heavenly Court could not kill him so openly.

But the next moment, Puxian's smile stiffened on his face again.

Because Muzha shouted "Master" at him, but bowed to the Azure Lion Spirit.

"I have followed Master for many years, how could I not recognize the real or fake Master."

Muzha raised his hand to signal everyone to look at the Azure Lion Spirit, "This one is my master, Puxian Dashi."

"Rebellious disciple! You!" Puxian just wanted to point at Muzha and scold him, but Yang Jian's Kaishan Axe arrived first.

Rulai saw that Lingshan was about to lose a great general, and could no longer sit still.

"Yang Jian, you dare!"

"Hmph." From the void, came a cold snort, exploding in Rulai's ear.

Rulai only felt a force suddenly hit him from in front, and in an instant, his soul left his body, and the whole person seemed to linger on the edge of death, and his Primordial Spirit was fixed outside his body.

"Familiar?"

"Painful?"

Rulai couldn't open his mouth at all, because if that Saint added a little more force, today would truly be the time for the Future Buddha to take office!

It was also in this time difference that Yang Jian's Kaishan Axe had already directly cut through Puxian's magic treasure and broken his defense.

"Heavenly Eye! Open!!!"

Yang Jian gathered all his magic power into his Heavenly Eye, and at the moment he broke Puxian's defense, he gave Puxian another heavy blow.

Seeing his disciple take action, how could the master be idle.

"Leave it to me!"

Tang An held the Qingping Sword and flashed to the landing point where Puxian was about to fly over.

"Go!"

She swung the Qingping Sword to turn and accumulate power, and when Puxian fell in front of her, she swung him away again!

Yuding Zhenren took over from Tang An, descended from the sky, and stepped on Puxian, that foot's power rippling in mid-air.

"Rumble—"

The person fell to the ground, and the Kaishan Axe was most suitable for splitting things.

"No!"

"No!"

"Judicial God, I didn't mean to, I..."

Yang Jian closed his eyes tightly, raised the Kaishan Axe to gather strength, and didn't listen to how Puxian argued.

Suddenly, Yang Jian opened his eyes wide, the white light in his eyes very dazzling.

"Open! Mountain!"

When this axe slashed down, the Buddhas of Lingshan couldn't bear to look, and wanted to help Puxian.

Tang An carried the Qingping Sword to them, and rubbed the tip of her nose with her thumb.

"You, dare to save a demon? Do you also want to be slapped?"

The Jade Emperor didn't say anything, but gave Nezha a look.

Of course, before the look was delivered, Nezha had already taken the lead, surrounding the Buddhas with twenty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals.

Nezha held his spear and pointed at the Buddhas in the sky, "Whoever moves, dies."

"Brother Nezha is right." Sun Wukong paused his reminiscing, flew from the Bodhi Patriarch, and the Golden Cudgel was already on his shoulder.

This time, it was the three master and disciples, plus twenty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals blocking the Buddhas, creating enough space and time for Yang Jian to kill to his heart's content.