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Chapter 394 Unable to Calculate Yang Jiao
The mystery unfolds layer by layer.
But she's not in a hurry to become fat overnight.
Now that we have the loosened thread in our hands, we'll understand everything eventually.
Now that Yin Jiao and Yin Hong are dead, and half of the Ziwei True Qi is in his hands, Kong Xuan is an upright man, and he only has troops blocking Jinji Ridge.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation will begin soon.
Yang Jiao intends to use himself as the core of the Zhuxian Sword Formation and utilize the power of a saint to break through the time restriction!
Now we're still missing—the Chaos Bell.
Seeing the solemnity on her face, Mosquito Taoist asked Yang Jiao:
"Aren't we going back to the Divine Beast Garden? Where are you going?"
Yang Jiao continued her movements, her cloud-like form pointing westward, and said with a smile:
"Go find me a female demon."
Upon hearing this, Mosquito Taoist's eyes lit up, and he said indignantly:
"Exactly! Bai Ze has been owing it for a long time."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of Yang Jiao's "loan" and "interest" and wondered if she should also ask Bai Ze for some.
Western religion.
Ksitigarbha was turning his prayer beads, and rows of disciples below him were diligently reciting scriptures, but he suddenly felt unsettled.
The prayer beads slid through his hands one by one, and he had a feeling that something was about to happen.
Then, sensing something, he looked at Maitreya beside him.
Their eyes met.
They both saw a hint of unease in each other's eyes.
Someone who can suddenly make both of them feel insecure...
Yang Jiao!
They suddenly stood up and walked out of the hall together.
……
Yang Jiao arrived at the Netherworld Blood Sea and headed straight for the courtyard formed by the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus.
Along the way, I saw that the flowers and plants on both sides had been planted in a very orderly manner.
Although the number was not large, quite a few survived.
In the desolate land, patches of green appeared in all directions.
Lu Ya Dao Ren lived a life of leisure here, holding a teacup in his hand, blowing away the foam and taking a sip, with one hand behind his back, slowly walking along the road to check the results of the Kinnara herb planting.
Kinnara squatted beside him, her face full of excitement.
A surge of magical power rose from his hand, and with a whoosh, his hand sank into the ground like a sharp hoe. What he grabbed next was not soil, but the earth's veins flowing with laws.
He made a small opening, sprinkled the seeds in, and then covered it up.
Doing the most outrageous things while saying the most innocent things:
"The 2,327th seed planted today."
Yang Jiao thought to herself: So you tore open more than two thousand ley lines?
Will Ksitigarbha really not kill you, my dear brother?
Not far in front of Lu Ya Dao Ren, Bai Ze sat half-sitting on the ground, occasionally calculating:
"Where exactly is the Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus?"
In recent days, he almost rushed into the Western religion to search for it, but he couldn't find a trace of it.
He made a trip to the vast sea of blood every three days.
They became accustomed to the Asuras within.
Yang Jiao only saw the two of them, who happened to be looking for Bai Ze, so she hurried over.
Hearing footsteps, they turned around together.
Lu Ya smiled:
Why are you here?
Yang Jiao ignored him and rushed towards Bai Ze.
Lu Ya: ...Just consider it a joke for the dogs!
Bai Ze looked at Yang Jiao and raised his hand before she could speak:
"Wait, let me calculate."
He suspected that his calculations were flawed.
They had clearly calculated that the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus was located here, but they couldn't find it no matter what they did.
Let's figure out why Yang Jiao came.
He rapidly twirled his fingers on his knuckles, muttering incantations for a while, and then... his expression grew increasingly grim.
"How can you not calculate everything about Yang Jiao?"
The cause and effect seemed to be obscured by something.
It's definitely not the Heavenly Dao blocking it!
The ways of Heaven are always revealed to us.
Even if you can't calculate everything, there will be vague hints.
But Yang Jiao... couldn't calculate anything.
Not only could he not calculate it, but when Bai Ze tried to predict her trajectory, he felt as if he were being watched by something, as if it would vanish into thin air if it showed even the slightest hint of hostility.
He felt a sudden panic.
My fingers relaxed, and I dared not calculate anymore.
Then his gaze narrowed as he looked at Yang Jiao. What unspeakable secret did this gentle young girl in front of him have?
Yang Jiao, unaware that Bai Ze had just divined her fate, and knowing that time was of the essence, spoke frankly:
“Our deal should be put on the agenda. I have already suppressed Lu Ya Dao Ren’s karma, and Kun Peng should also be included in the plan.”
Bai Ze's eyes widened.
He had been planning to kill the Kunpeng for hundreds or even thousands of years, but Yang Jiao's tone made it sound as if it were as simple as killing a fish.
He paused, somewhat reserved, realizing that this man, a Golden Immortal, was doing things that only Quasi-Saints could do.
After calming down, he said:
"Killing Kunpeng is not difficult. After he stole the Hetu and Luoshu, many forces were looking for him, including the Heavenly Court, Zhen Yuanzi, and even the Sages."
The difficulty lies in not knowing his whereabouts.
Yang Jiao's mind started to wander. The reason why Bai Ze went through all the trouble of coming to her instead of cooperating with those saints was probably because even if the saints killed Kunpeng and avenged the Demon Court, the Hetu Luoshu would definitely be taken away by the saints.
He did so much for Lu Ya Dao Ren, even offering the already ineffective Chaos Bell of Donghuang Taiyi as a bargaining chip to come find him.
The reason for this may not be just that the Hetu Luoshu is their Demon Court's most precious treasure; more likely, it was originally Emperor Jun's magic weapon.
Di Jun is Lu Ya's father.