Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

The days seem to have calmed down, and I don't know how many years have passed since spring and autumn.

No one remembers the Erlang Yang Jian, who split the mountain to save his mother, fought the heavens and the earth, and killed the nine golden crows in a row.

I only remember that there is an iron-faced and selfless judicial god living at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

And they hadn't seen the Judicial God appear for a long time.

Years have passed, and many people can't even remember what he looked like.

People just often go to the Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Temple to worship and burn incense, praying for the blessing of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun.

There is a way that sincerity is the spirit, maybe they are really sincere, as long as they go to the temple to worship incense, the promise in their hearts will always come true.

Over time, the incense in the Zhenjun Temple became more and more prosperous, and there were more and more people who believed in Erlang Zhenjun.

However, everyone didn't know that in fact, in the Zhenjun Temple, the idol of the god they worshiped all day was not made of mud.

It is the real Erlang Manifestation Saint True Monarch.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the temple, but he was already covered with dust, and he looked like a clay statue.

"Dongxuanzhou。。。。。。 "

At this time, it was the middle of the night, and the pilgrims in the Zhenjun Temple had already dispersed.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

After all these years, that strange dream has been with him.

Every day, there have never been exceptions.

But to this day, he still can't remember exactly what he experienced in his dreams.

In fact, every time before falling asleep, he desperately told himself that he must remember what he dreamed about this time.

And he did experience this dream clearly.

But once he woke up, when he thought about it again, it was as if he had forgotten the scene in his dream in an instant.

So many times, there has never been a change.

Yang Jian hated this feeling very much, he was obviously already a judicial god, and his strength was proud of the Three Realms.

But why can't you even have a dream?

Yang Jian's body shook for a while, and a large amount of dust rose in the True Monarch Temple.

and the boy named Mo Yu.

Ever since he last appeared, it was as if he had evaporated.

Yang Jian had a strong feeling that as long as he could meet him again, he would be able to know what the secret of that dream was.

The Zhenjun Temple fell into peace, and Yang Jian once again turned into a clay fetal god statue.

He had to continue to look for answers in his dreams, and maybe he would find the boy.

However, it didn't take long for someone to break into the True Monarch Temple.

The person who came was Yuan Hong, the boss of the Seven Monsters of Meishan.

He is also the number one general under Yang Jian.

and the 1,200 grass-headed gods were under his rule.

But at this time, Yuan Hong, who broke into the Zhenjun Temple, panicked.

As soon as he came to Yang Jian, he knelt on the ground.

"Zhenjun, something is wrong, Miss, she went to the mortal world in private, combined with a mortal, and was discovered by the heavenly court." "

"The Jade Emperor was furious when he found out, and sent the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals to arrest him, the Roaring Heavenly Dog had already gone first, and all the subordinates of the 1,200 Grass Head God had already assembled... "

Before Yuan Hong finished speaking, he could only hear a bang.

The True Monarch Hall was shattered in an instant.

When I looked up again, I only saw a streamer of light running away towards the sky, and where was Yang Jian's figure.

。。。。。。

When Yang Jian arrived, Yang Chan was surrounded by heavenly soldiers and generals.

The Howling Dog stood by her side, baring his teeth at the Celestial Generals around her, not letting anyone come closer.

And Yang Jian saw the mortal standing next to his sister at a glance.

He was holding a baby in his arms, his face full of panic.

This scene is so familiar, Yang Jian's face is pale, he didn't expect Yang Chan to follow in his mother's footsteps.

He stepped forward silently, grabbed Yang Chan's wrist, and wanted to take her away.

However, Yang Chan was full of tears and unwilling to leave her husband and children.

"If you don't come back with me, I'll kill both father and son right now. "

Yang Jian said without hesitation, his tone was non-negotiable.

Yang Chan knew that her brother was not joking, if he didn't leave, he would really kill Liu Yanchang and Agarwood. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

So even if she was reluctant, she didn't dare to disobey Yang Jian's words.

"True Monarch, the Jade Emperor has issued an order for us to bring the Three Holy Mothers back to Heavenly Court. "

Seeing that Yang Jian was going to take Yang Chan away, the leading Tianjiang couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and he didn't want to touch his head at this time, but the Jade Emperor had an order, and he didn't dare to disobey.

"The Three Holy Mother's private mortal worlds, sins are unforgivable, I will personally imprison her under Mount Hua to set an example. "

Yang Jian's eyes swept over the heavenly general, and his footsteps did not stop at all. []

"But Zhenjun, the order of the Jade Emperor, how dare we disobey it. "

The sky can't help but be anxious, Yang Chan is the Virgin of Huashan, and she is imprisoned in Huashan, which is also a punishment?

He wanted to say something, but he met Yang Jian's cold eyes.

"Then you will let the Jade Emperor come to Huashan to find someone to ask me for!"

After speaking, he didn't look at the Tianjiang again, and disappeared into the sky with Yang Chan.

The heavenly soldiers and generals who came to arrest the Three Holy Mothers looked at each other, they couldn't afford to provoke Yang Jian, so they could only return to Heaven like this to restore their lives.

Yang Jian took Yang Chan to Huashan and told Yuan Hong and the others to look at her, and they were not allowed to leave Huashan for half a step without their own orders.

And he himself personally guarded the outskirts of Huashan.

He was waiting, waiting for the Jade Emperor to send someone to come and crusade.

However, after all, he didn't wait for someone to come to Heavenly Court, but waited for a holy decree.

There is only one sentence in the holy decree, hoping that the judicial gods will enforce the law impartially.

Yang Jian was silent, put away the holy decree and left Huashan.

He came to Liujia Village and quietly watched Liu Yanchang and his son.

This scene reminded him of his former self and Yang Chan.

In the end, Yang Jian didn't kill him, he decided to let time erase everything.

Yang Chan is a god, and Liu Yanchang's father and son are just mortals, after a hundred years, dust will return to dust, and there is no need to care about anything.

Back in Huashan, Yang Jian told Yang Chan of his decision.

He will not kill agarwood, on the contrary, he will give him a carefree life.

This is the maximum compensation he can give him as an uncle.

As a god of justice, Yang Jian's doing this is enough (Wang Wang's) to make too many people criticize.

But he didn't care, he just hoped that Yang Chan was okay.

Time flies, and more than ten years have passed.

Yang Jian was still repeating that strange dream, and at the same time, he was also looking for the boy named Mo Yu.

The young man once said that he was in Yang Jian's heart, but Yang Jian had examined his heart more than once, but he didn't see even a trace.

On this day, an earth-shattering noise came from the direction of Huashan.

Someone split Huashan.

Yang Jian rushed over, but saw a young and young face.

It was agarwood, he was holding the Kaitian God Axe in his hand, and an axe split Huashan and saw Yang Chan under Huashan.

Mother. "

Agarwood rushed up, but was stopped by Yang Jian, who rushed over.

"Why, isn't an ordinary day good?"

Yang Jian stared at Agarwood and asked, he gave this young man a worry-free life, but he chose another path.