Unconsciously, so many years have passed.

Yang Jian's eyes revealed a sigh of regret, and he said with reminiscence: "I haven't had soup for a long time, and I almost forgot its taste."

"Before I die, I can taste the taste of my hometown, so I have no regrets. Xiaotian Dog, you are thoughtful."

He smiled, picked up the takeaway box in his hand, and then took a sip with a "whoosh".

It must be said that the insulation effect of the takeaway box is absolutely excellent. The soup is not cold at all. When it flows into his mouth, a strong fragrance suddenly spreads out. His mouth can no longer hold it. The fragrance goes directly through his mouth, into his stomach and facial features, making his whole body tremble, and the whole person seems to fall into a river called deliciousness.

And his tongue, soaked in the soup, seemed to be wrapped in countless softness, the juice flowed, with a slightly hot temperature, massaging the tip of his tongue, making him feel intoxicated.

Delicious, so delicious!

Just a small sip of the soup completely conquered Yang Jian, making his mind blank, and his mind was full of delicious food.

"Gulp!"

The throat moved slightly, and the warm and jade-like soup flowed down, moistening the throat, passing through the esophagus, fierce and strong, filling the empty body, and the whole person suddenly felt full.

Immediately afterwards, there was a feeling of extreme comfort, and all the pores in the body seemed to be stretched and breathing.

Wow~

Yang Jian tried hard not to make any sound, but just pretended to say it in his heart.

After a long time, his eyes, which were slightly narrowed because of enjoyment, slowly opened, and his pupils were full of aftertaste and disbelief.

Looking at the bowl of soup in his hand, his heart kept fluctuating.

Is this really the taste of hometown?

I haven't tasted the taste of hometown for many years. Has it changed so much?

Damn, such delicious soup, doesn't it affect my Taoism? I was already prepared to make a great sacrifice for the Three Realms, but suddenly I didn't want to die.

But the next moment, he was stunned again.

I just felt a warm current begin to flow through my body, just like there was a breath of air, wherever it passed, I would feel a sense of relief, and the dissipated power gradually began to return.

"This, this, this is..."

Yang Jian opened his mouth slightly, looked at the soup in his hand in shock, and then looked at Xiaotian Dog.

However, Xiaotian Dog was also looking at him, nodding slowly to him, with his grape-like eyes shining.

It works, it seems to be really useful to the owner!

"Good soup, good soup!"

Yang Jian laughed loudly, holding the bowl with both hands, brought it in front of himself, and then "gulp gulp" began to drink it, even the bones at the wing tip were not picked out, mixed in his mouth, "crunch crunch" chewed a few times, and swallowed it all into his stomach.

Roaring Sky Dog stared at Yang Jian quietly with its head tilted up, saliva still dripping from the corners of its mouth. When it saw Yang Jian drinking the soup without spitting out the bone, it suddenly fell into a daze.

It had hoped that its master would spit out the bone so that it could taste it, but... not even the residue was left.

This wave of loss.

After a bowl of soup, Yang Jian's face suddenly became rosy, and he felt a warm current surging in his body. This was vitality! It was also magic power!

This soup... actually had the effect of healing and replenishing, which had already surpassed the so-called innate spiritual roots. It was simply a magical skill!

Horrible!

Unbelievable!

How could there be such a magical soup in the world? Could it be that it was cultivated by Heaven?

Heaven is actually a cook?

Because this is really too incredible, Yang Jian began to think wildly.

"Oh, what a foodie! Tsk tsk tsk, it's just a bowl of soup and it's become like this? The master likes to eat it, and the dog likes to eat it too!" The

sealed man felt funny for a while and joked, "Yes, this is the last bowl of soup you can eat, so you should cherish it."

In fact, he was still a little uneasy when he saw Yang Jian drinking it so happily.

Is the soup in this world really so delicious? I'll go and taste it first when I get out of trouble.

Yang Jian looked at the stone walls around him, and suddenly smiled slightly, saying calmly: "You just said that I only have two ways, but... there is one more!"

"Oh? What way? Tell me."

Yang Jian's eyes condensed slightly, and he said word by word: "I will subdue you and kill you!"

The stone walls around him made mocking sounds, "Hahaha, are you dreaming? Based on your current state? Did you drink a bowl of soup and can't recognize yourself?"

Yang Jian used up all his life's strength to subdue this person in order to prevent him from escaping. Why did he only subdue him instead of killing him? Because Yang Jian's strength was not enough.

But... this time was different.

Yang Jian smiled, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and his aura began to rise like a dragon awakening. At

this moment, his temperament changed drastically, from the original elegant gentleman to a killing general, with no flexibility, but replaced by majesty!

The sealed person obviously felt a sense of uncertainty, but it was absurd and impossible.

Yang Jian no longer sat cross-legged, but slowly stood up and walked to the side. With a lift of his wrist, a three-pointed, two-edged sword instantly appeared in his hand.

The place where he was originally sitting cross-legged was the center of the seal. A figure slowly emerged from the bottom of the mountain and finally condensed into shape.

It was an old man in gray.

The old man felt a little bit unbelievable. He looked at Yang Jian and said, "I didn't expect that you would actually dare to let me out. It's really surprising that you have become so arrogant."

Although he was still suppressed at the bottom of the mountain, Yang Jian, who was the eye of the formation, had given up. The suppressing force was greatly reduced. Although he had not recovered to his peak, it was still easy for him to kill Yang Jian and Roaring Sky Dog.

Yang Jian's behavior was no different from committing suicide.

Yang Jian's face was stern, and the tip of his gun slowly raised, "Humph! There are so many things you can't believe!"

"Whoosh whoosh--"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew towards Yang Jian, making his hair fly non-stop, and immediately made Yang Jian frown.

He couldn't help but look at Xiaotian Dog who was blowing the wind at the side, and said: "Xiaotian Dog, what do you mean by this?" Xiaotian Dog

immediately shut up and stood up, shaking his head, "Sorry, I'm used to it."

The gray-clothed old man looked at him expressionlessly, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly: "I don't have time to watch the performance of you two masters and servants. Since you took the initiative to let me out, I will give you a quick death!"

He killed decisively, raised his hand directly, and the vast mana surged, with flames rising, turning into a huge flaming palm, bombarding Yang Jian.

After this palm, he stood where he was, just waiting for Yang Jian to turn into ashes, and then he officially broke out of the mountain!

However, a blinding light flashed, like a full moon, from top to bottom, splitting the flaming palm in half. Yang Jian stood expressionless, staring coldly at the gray-clothed old man. The aura around him was like a shocking wave hitting the shore, suppressing him! He

was able to block my attack?

Could it be that he was hiding his strength?

No, that's not right!

This aura...

is the breath of the peak!

"How is this possible?!"

The gray-clothed old man widened his eyes, and was shocked by Yang Jian's momentum and took several steps back. His scalp was numb and his tone changed. "You actually recovered your cultivation?!"

His mind raced, and he soon thought of the reason, and took a breath of cold air, "It's because of the bowl of soup! Impossible, how could a bowl of soup have such an effect, it's simply impossible!"

"You don't need to know!"

Yang Jian's voice was cold. He didn't dare to delay, for fear that something unexpected would happen.

The three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand was lightly swung towards the old man, and immediately formed a huge blade, slashing towards the old man!

"Impossible, this is not true!"

The gray-clothed old man went crazy, he couldn't figure out why.

In the face of life and death crisis, he used all his means to save his life, even at the cost of his foundation. However, he had been sealed for so many years, and his strength had long been reduced to one tenth of what it was. How could he be compared with the current Yang Jian?

He didn't struggle for long before he was destroyed by the sword light!

Yang Jian looked at the place where the old man disappeared with complicated eyes, and suddenly he felt like he was in a dream.

The enemy who had troubled him for countless years was gone so easily, and the root of all this was just... a bowl of soup.

Not to mention the dead old man in gray, even he himself felt that this world was too crazy.

Xiaotian Dog was not surprised. This was within his expectations. Moreover, following Dahei, his vision had become much higher. He said proudly, "He died like this. It was too easy for him!"

Yang Jian was extremely serious and said, "Xiaotian Dog, where did you get this soup?"

"Ask?"

Xiaotian Dog shook his head. "I packed this soup from a banquet in the Heavenly Palace."

"Banquet in the Heavenly Palace?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. He couldn't believe it and said in astonishment, "After so many years, the Heavenly Palace has become so powerful? They even started to drink this kind of soup?"

The changes in this world are too fast.

Yang Jian suddenly felt like a fool.

"Master, it was a banquet in the Heavenly Palace, but it was not held by the Heavenly Palace, but by a great master. This soup was also made by that master."

When mentioning the master, Roaring Sky Dog's eyes revealed deep awe, and then he said with pride: "I also know a super powerful dog brother, who can easily kill a quasi-saint from another world with a wave of his hand."

Yang Jian realized that this world might have undergone a big change that he didn't know about. Just the information he knew at present gave him goosebumps all over his body, and something called a fever began to flow through his body.

A great master.

This soup was actually made by someone.

And there was a dog brother that Roaring Sky Dog knew, a dog that could kill a quasi-saint...

Everything was challenging his worldview, but he didn't doubt everything Roaring Sky Dog said.

He knew that he had to go to the Heavenly Palace, but before that, he said to Xiaotian Dog with great solemnity: "Xiaotian Dog, tell me everything that happened after you got out!"

...

Demon Clan.

The Great Demon King once again knelt at the place where the Demon God was sleeping, with a miserable face.

His eyes were slightly fierce, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, spitting on a black flame not far ahead. Suddenly, the black flame burned fiercely, and a strong demonic energy emanated.

The Great Demon King showed an expectant look and immediately shouted: "The Great Demon King of the Demon Clan, please see the Lord Demon God!"

However, until the flames gradually dissipated, there was still no response.

After not seeing each other for such a long time, the Great Demon King not only did not recover, but he was three points thinner than before, and could be described as skin and bones.

His originally round face had become a super cone-shaped face with prominent facial bones.

This was the result of his continuous spraying of blood and calling the Demon God.

However, despite such a huge loss, he still did not receive any reply from the Demon God. The Great Demon King was extremely bitter.

"Demon God, my demon clan has been bullied and now we dare not even do anything wrong outside. We are in such a bad situation!"

The Great Demon King spoke in a sad and angry tone, "The Heavenly Palace and Buddhism were rebuilt, and even the Styx Patriarch borrowed the God-killing Spear, but he had no intention of returning it. This is because everyone doesn't take us seriously. Please wake up, Lord Demon God, and revive our demon clan!"

The Great Demon King kept sighing and felt very aggrieved.

Who would have thought that the originally majestic and reckless demon clan would fall into such a state in such a short time, the Demon Lord died inexplicably, and even the innate treasure, the God-killing Spear, was gone forever.

But at this time, a demon messenger hurriedly came from outside and said in a hurried tone: "Lord Demon King, the Styx Patriarch is here!"

"How dare he come?!"

The Great Demon King's eyes sank, then he stood up and went straight to the demon clan's hall.

Soon, he arrived at the main hall and saw the Styx Patriarch sitting on a chair. He snorted coldly and said, "Are you here to return the God-killing Spear of the Demon Clan?"

Although the Styx was a quasi-saint, the Great Demon King represented the entire Demon Clan and had the support of the Demon God behind him, so he would not bow down to him.

"Not bad." The Styx Patriarch nodded, raised his hand and a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand. He placed it on the table at the side and then said, "But... I hope you can tell me a piece of news."

The Great Demon King frowned slightly and said, "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know where the bodies of their two saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, went after Buddhism was destroyed?"