Chapter 251 The Immortal of the Zhao Family

Jinyang returned to the Mengli Cave House and stayed alone in his room. As for the small yard where he had lived for 16 years, he took a look. Just by looking at it, he returned to the Mengli Cave House.

Sitting in the room, he held the golden book of the emperor who came back from the eldest sister Jiang Mi. The Taoist book that was caught by the immortals of the four worlds was somewhat wrinkled, recording scriptures that only strong people at the level of saints could read.

Jinyang, who turned several pages in a row, had a cold sweat on his forehead and even became dizzy, and the flowing scriptures barely appeared in his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Jinyang tried to read the emperor's golden book, and his mental strength was a little overdrawn. He knew that in the end, at dawn, he stopped reading the emperor's golden book. The Taoist book was still on the table, and the uncontrollable fatigue on Jinyang's face was revealed.

A great emperor's golden book talks about the way of immortals, which is only the beginning. Among them, the more wonderful one is the Daluo Jinxian. Jinyang read for half a night and read a lot. He only read one page, the appearance of three or five hundred children, and he doesn't even remember the appearance of it.

"It doesn't do much to me."

sighed, looked at the emperor Jinshu, who was still on the table, raised his hand and didn't pick it up again.

"There is a strangeness. It's called Jinshu, and the strange atmosphere in it makes people unable to look directly at it. Every bit of this Taoist book silently commented in Jin Yang's heart. He does not intend to practice or pass it on to his aunt. Jiang Mi is an excellent example.

It's terrible. He doesn't want Mengli to become like that.

Just as Jin Yang was thinking about these things, there was a knock on the door in the room.

"Jinyang, today is the ancestor of the Zhao family, and it is also the day when Zhao Xianzun left the customs in time. All the people in the Prince's Academy will greet him." Mengli, standing outside the door, shouted in the room and stood quietly in front of the door waiting for Jin Yang to come out.

"Xianzun..." With a sneer, Jin Yang hurriedly stood up and looked out of the house. Opening the door and looking at Aunt Mengli standing outside the door, I saw that she was dressed in a regular manner today, completely in the standard clothes of the Prince's Academy, a long red skirt and a rolled-up bun. Looking at him, Jin Yang was a little surprised. Such clothes were not good-looking, and even Jin Yang, who had a very poor aesthetic, felt awkward.

As soon as Mengli saw Jinyang go out and saw him looking at herself, she lowered her head and glanced at Jin Yang, who was a little embarrassed, and smiled, "This is the school palace. Some rules are dead, not bad. Today, Xianzun went out of the customs, and all the official disciples had to go to greet them.

Jin Yang smiled, and the sleepiness of the night suddenly dissipated and said, "How can I not go if the immortal of the Zhao family is out of the customs?" The smiling Jinyang was determined. At that time, the oath seemed a little ridiculous in the eyes of others, and he never mentioned it, but it did not mean that he had forgotten it.

"Let's go and see how powerful the immortals of the Zhao family are. Is it a hundred times more powerful than the god king of the Protoss? As soon as they get out of the customs, they can kill all sides, and no one can beat them." Jinyang, who laughed loudly, had something to say. After Mengli was shocked, he looked nervously and raised his feet and left.

Looking at Mengli on his back, she slowly looked at Jin Yang. He disappeared for a day, and there were some huge changes on Jin Yang's body. What she noticed most was that the moment of the god on Jin Yang's back disappeared.

Mengli, standing beside Jinyang, looked ahead, did not squint, and tried his best to restrain herself. Hearing Jin Yang's words, he closed his eyes and said, "There are only about ten people in the family, at least three or five people, which is enough to dominate on the snowy mountain."

When Jinyang heard the words, he stopped talking. The five ethnic groups in the middle were the most conspicuous. They were all strong and majestic. The patriarchs who stand in the first place are even more powerful super masters in one domain, at least they are immortals in the six worlds.

On the top of the snowy mountain, the five families stood in the middle waiting for their Zhao Jiaxian to leave the customs. Jin Yang's mind started to desert. At this time, the Xianzun of the Zhao family went out of the customs, which made people speculate that he had an accident as soon as he came back, and the ghost believed that he would not make trouble for himself.

He pinched his fist and felt the power in his body. Jin Yang grinned. I'm not afraid of you.

It was not until the three poles in the sun and the snowy mountains began to melt that the suspended peaks began to change. The overflowing fairy light fluctuated violently and dispersed in circles, directly wrapping more than 300 people in it.

The strong fairy spirit, the pure vitality, a wave of attack, a breath can increase the mana for several years, the monks bathed in it show visions behind them, and the practiced Taoism is running at full power.

After half an hour, the monks immersed in the scattered fairy spirit were awakened by a huge convergence force, and the scattered fairy spirit suddenly returned. The deep in the eyes of the monks silently absorbed showed their reluctance, but none of them made a sound and became quiet again.

Jinyang, who has been standing in the middle and in front of his disciples in Qingyi, looks at these monks and understands why everyone out of the customs is willing to come and be so respectful. In less than half an hour, it is unwilling to increase its mana by at least 3,000 years.

At the same time, Jinyang was stunned that there were more than 300 people, all of whom were 3,000 years old, massive! The eyes looking at the small peak suddenly changed a few times. The distance between the immortals of the seven worlds and the gods and immortals is a gap.

"Congratulations on the departure of the ancestor!"

"Congratulations on the departure of Tianyi Immortal!"

The head of the Zhao family, standing in the front, took the lead in opening his mouth, followed by many monks bowing and worshiping. Some people even knelt on the ground, their eyes were full of fanaticism, and even shouted "Immortals", and even shouted loudly, wanting to worship under his door, or even fall under his family.

Hearing these in his ears with a slight bow, his heart suddenly sank, and the smile he had always kept disappeared without a trace.

I don't know how many of the more than 300 disciples are secretly affiliated to the five families. Jin Yang, who straightened up, swam his eyes and finally fell on Zhang Ze's body. His eyes happened to see Jin Yang, and their eyes rubbed together in the air.

Looking at each other, Jin Yang turned his head and looked at the small mountain that stopped rotating. After collecting the fairy light, the small mountain peak woke up like a huge man, and the sound of breathing sounded in the ears of the monks.

Breathing gradually became rapid, and Jinyang's heart beat fast as if it had been affected.

A momentum shrouded the top of the mountain, and all the people were suffocating. After receiving the grace of the immortal, everyone understood his majesty again. Three hundred monks, all of them quietly lowered their noble heads, waiting for his recovery to come out.

Always looking up at the golden sun, his pupils gradually dispersed, and there was a fierce pressure on his body, as if he had found the enemy, roaring him in all directions.

With a muffled hum, Jin Yang, whose eyes were a little tingling, closed his eyes and stepped back three steps.

"Is that you who defeated Zhao Qing?"

On the top of the quiet snow mountain, doubts floated in the hearts of the monks of the Three Hundred Princes School Palace. Looking at the figure standing quietly in the sky, a huge golden black, completely golden black posture, like the ancient golden black, the burning sun around the real fire, burning through the space. He was surrounded by a vacuum and suffocating at his many monks. The ancient demon god stared at everyone, and the fierce god came into the world.

"That's right, it's me."

Jin Yang, who stepped back three steps, straightened his waist, and a wave of black flames around his body.

"Then, die." Tianyi Xianzun, who stretched Jinwu's real body in the air, had a pair of eyes suddenly fierce, and Jinyang's 3,000 feet of body was like an ant in front of him.