My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

While the drums were beating and the morale of the Xiqi army was boosted, there was a dead silence at the Jiepai Pass.

Wen Zhong quickly came to the top of the towering city wall. The cold wind penetrated his black robe, bringing a chill, but it did not dispel the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

His eyes passed through the layers of fog and smoke, searching for those familiar figures in the chaotic battlefield - the four generals of the Mo family.

However, when he finally saw the scene on the battlefield clearly, his heart sank suddenly, as if he was hit by an invisible hammer.

On the battlefield not far away, the four generals of the Mo family - Mo Liqing, Mo Lihong, Mo Lihai, and Mo Lishou, their figures were no longer upright, but lying quietly in a pool of blood, motionless.

Wen Zhong's eyes moistened instantly. He had excellent eyesight and could clearly see that Mo Liqing's resolute face had lost its color at this moment. Mo Lihong's armor was stained red with blood, like the setting sun. Mo Lihai's body was half covered in dust, revealing only one hand holding a weapon. There was almost no complete armor on Mo Lishou's body, only the broken flag was still fluttering weakly in the wind.

Wen Zhong's hands tightly grasped the bricks on the top of the city, and his nails almost pinched into them.

"Brother Mo..." Wen Zhong whispered in a low voice, his voice full of endless sadness and unwillingness.

The four generals of the Mo family served under him for decades and followed him to fight in the south and the north. The friendship between them had long surpassed the simple relationship between superiors and subordinates, and became brothers who depended on each other for life and death.

Wen Zhong took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner emotions, then opened his eyes and looked at the battlefield again.

Huang Tianhua, wearing golden armor, holding two hammers, carrying the Moye sword, stood proudly beside the remains of the four generals of the Mo family.

His figure stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking particularly tall and arrogant.

At this moment, his face was filled with the joy of victory and an unruly smile, and his eyes flashed with contempt and challenge for the Shang army.

He gently raised his foot and kicked the armor of Mo Liqing beside him, making a "clang" sound, as if announcing his military exploits and majesty to the world.

Then, he raised his head and looked directly at the Shang army on the top of the city. His eyes showed both confidence in victory and contempt for the enemy.

"Soldiers of the Shang army, did you see that?" Huang Tianhua shouted loudly, his voice penetrating the noise of the battlefield and clearly reaching the ears of every soldier of the Shang army, "These are the so-called four generals of the Demon Family! Now, they are just defeated generals under my feet, and I am the one who hammered them to death!"

He waved the two hammers in his hands, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air was made in the air, as if to show his military power and arrogance to the Shang army.

"Wen Zhong, old man?" Huang Tianhua suddenly raised his voice, full of provocation and disdain, "Your capable generals have been killed, why don't you come out to die? Are you going to hide on the top of the city and watch your soldiers being slaughtered by me one by one?"

He was undermining the morale of the Shang army.

He knew that Wen Zhong was the commander of the Shang army and an important official of the Shang Dynasty. As long as Wen Zhong did not dare to show up, or was defeated by him after showing up, he could completely destroy the morale and fighting spirit of the Shang army.

The Shang army soldiers on the top of the city glared at Huang Tianhua's provocation, but no one dared to act rashly. They knew that Huang Tianhua was powerful, and the death of the four generals of the Demon Family had already made them afraid. However, in this fear, they also felt unprecedented anger and humiliation.

Wen Zhong stood on the top of the city, staring at Huang Tianhua coldly, his heart filled with grief and anger.

However, he was experienced in battle and would not be angered by Huang Tianhua's provocation.

He turned around, his eyes wandered between Yang Jian, Nezha and other generals, then took a deep breath, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Huang Tianhua is arrogant and domineering, challenging the majesty of our Shang army. Who is willing to stand up and kill this madman to revive the prestige of our Shang army?"

As soon as the voice fell, Nezha stood up like an arrow from a string, his eyes flashing with a firm light, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

He patted his chest and said in a loud voice: "I, Li Nezha, am willing to go! Although Huang Tianhua is strong, I will definitely capture him, avenge the four generals of the Demon Family, and redeem the Shang Dynasty!"

Wen Zhong looked at Nezha, and although he was worried, he also knew that although Nezha was young, he had magical treasures such as the Qiankun Circle and the Hun Tian Ling, and was brave and fearless. He was a rare and fierce pioneer.

He pondered for a moment and said earnestly: "Nezha, Huang Tianhua is not a trivial matter. He is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also has many magical treasures. You must be careful when you go there, and don't underestimate the enemy. This battle is not only about the glory of the Shang Dynasty, but also about the hatred of the four generals of the Demon Family. You must go all out and never underestimate the enemy."

Nezha heard this, his face was stern, and he nodded solemnly.

He turned to look at Huang Tianhua in the center of the battlefield, with a blazing fighting spirit in his eyes.

Wen Zhong looked at Yang Jian again and ordered: "Yang Jian, you must support Nezha and ensure his safety. If Nezha is in danger, you must help him in time. In addition, you must pay close attention to the battlefield situation and be ready to respond to emergencies at any time."

Yang Jian accepted the order. He knew the importance and danger of this battle.

He nodded and looked at the battlefield firmly, ready to provide support for Nezha at any time. At the same time, he was secretly alert to prevent Huang Tianhua from having any tricks or reinforcements.

Afterwards, Nezha stretched out his body, turned into a stream of light, flew down, and came to the center of the battlefield.

He holds the Qiankun Circle and is wrapped in Hundian Ling. His figure is as strong as a dragon and majestic. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Huang Tianhua saw a young boy fighting, and a disdainful smile suddenly appeared on his face. He waved the double hammers in his hands and shouted loudly: "Why is a kid here? Hey, kid, which family are you from? Why are you here to play?"

Nezha stretched out his right thumb and pointed at himself, "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. My name is Li Nezha! I'm going to blow your dog's head off later and let you know what it means to be human." There are people outside, and there is heaven outside!”

"Li Nezha?" Huang Tianhua frowned slightly and said to himself: "I seem to have heard this name somewhere... Forget it, never mind, since you want to die, I will help you!"

Hearing this, Nezha sneered and said, "Huang Tianhua, don't be so arrogant! I, Nezha, will kill you today!"

He ignored Huang Tianhua's ridicule. He flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards Huang Tianhua.

Huang Tianhua saw this and hurriedly waved the Balengliang silver hammer to fight. The friction between the two hammers and the air was deafening, as if it was about to tear the entire battlefield apart.

Nezha is holding a circle of heaven and earth in his hand, with a Hundian silk wrapped around his waist, and his figure is as strong as a dragon. He skillfully dodged Huang Tianhua's attack and at the same time swung the Qiankun Circle towards Huang Tianhua. The Universe Circle turned into a golden light in the air and swooped towards Huang Tianhua with the power to destroy the world.

Huang Tianhua snorted coldly and waved a bright silver hammer to meet him.

The hammer collided with the circle, making a deafening noise. Two powerful forces collided in the air, as if they were going to swallow up the entire battlefield.

Both Nezha and Huang Tianhua were shocked by this powerful force and took a few steps back.

In terms of strength performance, the two seem to be on par.

But Nezha was not discouraged.

He dodged and rushed towards Huang Tianhua again.

This time, the Universe Circle in his hand turned into countless rays of golden light and smashed towards Huang Tianhua intensively. Upon seeing this, Huang Tianhua hurriedly waved the Balengliang silver hammer to resist.

The hammers and circles intertwined into a dense net in the air, as if to cover the entire battlefield.

The battle between Nezha and Huang Tianhua was extremely fierce, and both of them tried their best.

Nezha's universe circle and Hun Tianling work together perfectly, sometimes turning into golden light and swooping, sometimes turning into red silk wrapping around.

Huang Tianhua's Balengliang silver hammer and Moye's sword were not to be outdone. The shadow of the hammer and the light of the sword were intertwined, as if they were going to swallow up the entire battlefield.

In this thrilling battle, both Nezha and Huang Tianhua showed amazing strength.

Nezha's universe seems to be spiritual, and he can always hit Huang Tianhua's vital points accurately at critical moments. And Huang Tianhua's eight-collar bright silver hammer was also extremely powerful. Every time he swung it, it seemed as if he was going to smash the heaven and earth into pieces.

However, as time passed, Nezha gradually gained the upper hand. His Qiankun Circle and Hun Tianling cooperated more and more tacitly, and their attacks became more and more fierce.

Although Huang Tianhua was extremely brave, he gradually felt powerless under Nezha's powerful offensive.

At this moment, Nezha suddenly turned the Universe Circle in his hand into a huge golden light and swooped towards Huang Tianhua.

Upon seeing this, Huang Tianhua hurriedly waved the Balengliang silver hammer to resist. However, the speed of the Qiankun Circle was so fast that he could not resist it.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and the Qiankun Circle accurately hit Huang Tianhua's chest.

Huang Tianhua was knocked back a few steps by this blow, and his face was as pale as paper. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on his heart.

He knew that he had been injured.

Nezha didn't give Huang Tianhua a chance to breathe.

He dodged and rushed towards Huang Tianhua again.

This time, the Hun Tian Ling in his hand turned into a red ribbon and wrapped around Huang Tianhua. Upon seeing this, Huang Tianhua hurriedly waved the Balengliang silver hammer to resist.

However, Hun Tianling's speed was so fast that he couldn't resist it.

There was only a "whoosh" sound, and Hun Tianling had already wrapped around his body.

Huang Tianhua was entangled by Huntian Ling and was unable to move. He felt his strength draining away bit by bit.

Nezha sneered and was about to step forward to give him a fatal blow.

Suddenly, Huang Tianhua roared angrily, waved his hands, and a heart-shaped nail flashing with cold light shot out instantly, like a meteor streaking across the sky, heading straight for Nezha.

The heart-saving nails made a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and their speed was staggering.

Fortunately, Nezha reacted very quickly and dodged the fatal blow like a ghost.

The heart-saving nail whizzed past, only missing a hair's breadth from penetrating Nezha's heart, but it failed in the end.

Nezha escaped the disaster and was filled with anger.

He roared angrily, grasped the Circle of Heaven and Earth with both hands, and threw it violently. The Circle of Heaven and Earth turned into a golden light and flew towards Huang Tianhua with the power to destroy the heaven and earth.

When Huang Tianhua saw this, his expression was solemn. He knew very well how powerful the Qiankun Circle was and did not dare to show any slights. He waved his hands, and a delicate flower basket appeared in the air. The flower basket exuded a faint light and seemed to contain infinite power.

Huang Tianhua intended to use the flower basket to take away the Qiankun Circle to eliminate Nezha's offensive.

However, how could Nezha be an idle person?

With quick eyes and quick hands, he twisted his waist, and Hun Tianling flew out in an instant, wrapping around the circle of heaven and earth like a spiritual snake, and held it tightly in his hand.

That Hun Tian Ling seemed to have a spiritual connection with Nezha. No matter how Huang Tianhua moved the flower basket, he could not take away the circle of heaven and earth.

The battle between the two became more and more intense. Huang Tianhua and Nezha showed their magical powers and fought hard.

Huang Tianhua swung his eight-cornered silver hammer tightly, and the hammer shadow was heavy, as if he was going to smash the world. And Nezha relied on the magical power of Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling to fight Huang Tianhua to death.

On the battlefield, dust was flying and smoke was everywhere.

The figures of Huang Tianhua and Nezha appeared and disappeared in the smoke, as if two gods of war were fighting fiercely between heaven and earth.

Each of their attacks contained earth-shaking power, which made the surrounding soldiers stunned and frightened.

Nezha roared, and his figure suddenly rose up, like a flame in the wind, and rushed straight to Huang Tianhua.

The Qiankun Circle in his hand turned into a golden light, and smashed towards Huang Tianhua with endless power. Huang Tianhua saw this and hurriedly waved the eight-cornered silver hammer to resist.

The two hammers collided with the Qiankun Circle in the air, making a deafening sound. This time, it was Huang Tianhua who was shaken back, while Nezha just shook for a while, and Nezha's offensive did not stop there.

He twisted his waist, and the Hun Tian Ling flew out instantly, wrapping around Huang Tianhua like a giant dragon.

Huang Tianhua hurriedly dodged, while waving the eight-edged bright silver hammer to resist. However, the Hun Tian Ling seemed to have spirituality, always able to accurately wrap around Huang Tianhua's body, making him unable to escape.

Obviously, as time went on, Nezha had gradually gained the upper hand. His Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling cooperated more and more tacitly, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Nezha found Huang Tianhua's flaw.

He roared, and the Qiankun Circle in his hand turned into a golden light, accurately hitting Huang Tianhua's chest.

Huang Tianhua was knocked back several steps by this blow, spitting blood, his face as pale as paper, and hurriedly urged the Moye Sword.

This ancient sword with supreme divine power, driven by its master, was like a silver dragon, dancing in the air, shooting out sharp and unmatched white light.

Those white lights seemed to be able to penetrate everything and approach Nezha, bringing a heart-pounding chill, as if they could take away the soul.

Facing the attack of the Moye Sword, Nezha's eyes flashed a trace of solemnity.

He knew the power of the Moye Sword very well and dared not neglect it at all.

Nezha waved his hands, and the Qiankun Circle came out in response, instantly splitting into thousands, turning into a huge golden shield, lying between him and those sharp white lights.

The golden shield seemed to be able to swallow all the light, resisting those white lights one by one, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

However, at this critical moment, Huang Tianhua took the opportunity to shoot the heart-piercing nail.

This small and sharp hidden weapon drew a strange arc in the air, like a flash of lightning, heading straight for Nezha.

Nezha was not careful for a moment, and when he reacted, he could only barely dodge, but was eventually shot in the shoulder, and immediately felt a sharp pain throughout his body.

His soul was shaken and almost collapsed, as if it was to be torn apart by this sudden attack.

However, Nezha was born extraordinary after all, and his Taoism was far more profound than the four generals of the Demon Family. He gritted his teeth, held back the gasping sound that was about to come out, and stabilized his soul, and did not fall like the four generals of the Demon Family.

After Nezha suffered a loss, he was furious. He widened his eyes and glared at Huang Tianhua, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

He directly pinched the sword formula with his hands, chanted something in his mouth, and displayed the magical power of "One thought blooms, and the king dominates the world".

As his spell fell, melodious fairy music seemed to sound between heaven and earth, and countless fairy flowers emerged in the void, and the flower rain was scattered, magnificent and incomparable. Those fairy flowers seemed to contain endless vitality and power, embellishing the entire battlefield like a dream.

In this gorgeous flower rain, countless Nezha figures quietly emerged.

They rushed towards Huang Tianhua from all directions, and each figure seemed to be real, making it difficult to distinguish.

Huang Tianhua suddenly fell into chaos, waving his weapons in his hands, trying to resist these sudden attacks.

However, those Nezha figures were like ghosts, able to freely transform between reality and illusion, appearing and disappearing, making him overwhelmed.

Although Huang Tianhua was extremely brave, he seemed a little powerless under Nezha's strong offensive.

He suffered hundreds of heavy blows, and his body seemed to fall apart under the heavy blows, with broken bones and tendons all over his body, and unbearable pain.

However, he did not want to give up just like that.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, waved the weapon in his hand, tried to find Nezha's true body, and gave him a fatal blow.

Nezha looked at Huang Tianhua's miserable state, and an indescribable pleasure surged in his heart.

He sneered and said: "Huang Tianhua, you sneak attack me, today I will let you taste my power!"

After that, he waved the Qiankun Circle again, turned into a golden light, and went straight to Huang Tianhua.

The golden light seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, with a destructive force, making Huang Tianhua feel unprecedented pressure.

Huang Tianhua was shocked when he saw this, he knew that he was in a desperate situation.

However, he did not want to surrender like this.

He took a deep breath, gathered all the strength of his body, waved the weapon in his hand, and tried to resist Nezha's attack.

However, his strength seemed so small and powerless under Nezha's violent attack.

In the end, Nezha knocked Huang Tianhua to the ground with a heavy blow.

Huang Tianhua lay powerlessly on the ground, watching Nezha approaching step by step, his heart filled with helplessness and despair.

He knew that he had been defeated, defeated by Nezha.

Just as the red light of Huntian Ling was shining, and was about to restrain Huang Tianhua, the sky suddenly opened with two bright lights, and two immortals with immortal demeanor and otherworldly qualities slowly descended.

One is Huang Tianhua's master, the Pure and Moral Lord. He is dressed in plain robes, holding a fly whisk, and his brows reveal a bit of kindness and majesty; the other is Nezha's master, Taiyi Zhenren. Wearing a colorful Taoist robe, carrying a long sword on his back, and with sharp eyes, he exuded an immortal style that should not be underestimated.

When Master Taiyi saw Nezha, he frowned and said angrily: "Nezha, this Huang Tianhua is your uncle's disciple, how can you act like this! Follow your master back to the mountain to practice as soon as possible, and don't interfere in the trivial affairs of the world anymore. !”

Nezha was slightly surprised when he heard this, but he still straightened his back stubbornly, with a firm light in his eyes, and replied: "Master, I can't go back with you now. My parents are fighting bloody battles on the front line to protect our family and country. I How can you stay out of it?"

Upon hearing this, Master Taiyi sneered, with a hint of disappointment and anger in his tone: "Traitor, don't you know that the person who is assisting Xiqi is the person in my teaching.

My master asked you to follow me back to the mountain gate, but now you dare to disobey the master's order!

Could it be that you want to be your enemy? "

Nezha shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but more of a insistence: "Master, I don't mean to disobey, but when my family and country are in crisis, how can I stand by and watch as a loyal and good man? Please understand me, master." A lot of hard work.”

At this time, True Monarch Qingxu Daode gently waved his fly whisk and interjected: "Brother Taiyi, don't be angry. It seems that Nezha is determined to draw a clear line between me and my teaching..."

Upon hearing this, Master Taiyi suddenly opened his eyes with anger, his face was as cold as frost, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames. He shouted angrily, and his voice resounded through the sky like thunder, causing the surrounding rocks to tremble: "Nezha ! You dare to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and do such a treacherous and unethical act! Do you know that you are trampling on the dignity of the master and living up to your hard work as a master!

If you don't go astray again and follow me back to the master's door, I swear to clean up the door with my own hands, to set the record straight, and will never tolerate adultery! "

After saying this, Master Taiyi waved his sleeves, the wind suddenly rose, the clouds rolled, and the whole world seemed to be shaken by his anger.

With a slight wave of the fly whisk in his hand, a bright fairy light cut through the sky, pointing directly at Nezha, as if to pierce him.

When Nezha heard this, his heart trembled suddenly, and guilt and fear instantly ran through his body like ice. His face was as pale as paper, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew full well that what his master said was true. There was an abyss behind him, and if he took one wrong step, he would be doomed.

However, he is more aware of his inner beliefs and pursuits.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. Although his voice trembled slightly, every word was sonorous and powerful: "Master, although this disciple feels guilty, the Tao is different and we do not conspire against each other.

This disciple has no regrets about what happened today and will not compromise! Both parents are fighting for the great merchants, how can the disciples stay out of it?

Master, please understand your disciple’s difficulties! "

After Nezha finished speaking, he clenched his hands into fists and looked up at Master Taiyi, with a firm light shining in his eyes.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Li Jing and his wife stood on top of the towering city, their eyes fixed on the heart-wrenching scene in the distance.

Their beloved son is undergoing severe criticism from Master Taiyi.

The sun cast mottled shadows on their faces, but it failed to dispel the lingering haze in their hearts.

Li Jing's heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge stone. Anxiety and worry were intertwined into an invisible net, making him almost suffocated.

Yin Shiniang's eyes were red, she clenched her hands tightly, and her nails dug deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

Master Taiyi is a dignified Golden Immortal who explains the teachings, but at this moment, he stands in front of Nezha with an unprecedented serious attitude.

In Li Jing's heart, in addition to anxiety and worry, there was also a bit of guilt and regret.

He recalled that he had personally sent his son down this path and became a disciple of Master Taiyi.

He originally thought that this was a bright road paved for his son, but he never expected that the hardships and tribulations involved were far beyond his imagination.

…

"Evil traitor!"

Taiyi Zhenren sighed, and decided to take action personally, taking Nezha back to the mountain gate and teaching him strictly.

He just flicked the dust, and the three thousand dust threads seemed to have come to life. They instantly lengthened and turned into colorful ribbons, intertwining into a huge net in the air and covering Nezha.

When Nezha saw this, his expression suddenly changed. How could he give in so easily?

So, he kicked the ground violently and stood up, trying to escape from the restraint.

However, is Taiyi Zhenren’s fly whisk an ordinary thing?

The dust thread seemed to have spirituality. No matter how Nezha dodges, it would always follow closely and eventually wrap him tightly.

Nezha was trapped in it, unable to move. He gritted his teeth and tightened his muscles, trying to break free from the shackles with his physical strength. However, the dust threads seemed to have spirituality and became more tightly entangled with his struggle, allowing him to move. No.

However, he did not give up resistance, his eyes flashed with stubbornness, and he tried to use his two magic weapons - Qiankun Circle and Huntian Ling.

The circle of heaven and earth, with its shining golden light, contains the power to destroy the heaven and the earth; the silk ribbon of the sky, with flying red silk, can bind all things and has endless changes.

Nezha recited a spell silently in his heart, and saw the Qiankun Circle drawing a dazzling golden light in the sky, and Hun Tianling turned into a giant dragon, roaring and rushing towards Master Taiyi.

However, Master Taiyi just snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and an invisible force instantly put the Qiankun Circle and Huntian Ling into his sleeves, as if they had never existed.

When Nezha saw this, his expression changed, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart. He knew that the master was really angry this time.

Master Taiyi walked towards Nezha slowly, stepping on the void with every step, as if walking on the clouds.

He stretched out a hand, palm facing down, and pointed it at Nezha's head. The palm of his hand seemed to contain a power that could destroy everything, making the surrounding air freeze.

"Evil disciple, do you know your mistake?" Master Taiyi's voice was low and majestic, as if coming from nine heavens away, and it made Nezha's eardrums hurt.

Nezha gritted his teeth, his eyes shining with unyielding light.

Master Taiyi continued: "Nezha, although you have made mistakes, I think you have good intentions and are talented. I have decided to give you a chance to change your ways."

His tone became a little softer, but the majesty remained undiminished, "You need to follow me back to the mountain gate, retreat and think about your mistakes until you truly understand what responsibility is, what responsibility is, and what destiny is and cannot be violated!"

There were only two words to answer him——

"Don't even think about it!"