in2ebook Chapter 251 The Exquisite Pagoda Subdues Nezha
Chapter 251 The Exquisite Pagoda Subdues Nezha
Gradually, even Li Jing realized that something was wrong.
Nezha's gaze was as cold and icy as ten thousand years of ice, as if it could freeze a person instantly.
He was tired of hearing those words that called him a sinful child, and his heart was no longer disturbed by them; he would not be affected by them in the slightest.
However, when Li Jing dared to insult Yang Jiao as a witch in front of everyone, Nezha's anger was instantly ignited.
Yang Jiao is his best friend!
How could Nezha bear the thought that his friend would suffer the same unpleasant reputation just because of him?
The three heads and eight arms that were useless when he was fighting against the four demon generals suddenly manifested here.
The runes on his body seemed to come alive, and were fully revealed in an instant.
At the same time, eight thick, powerful arms suddenly stretched out from behind him, as if a demon god had descended to earth, captivating everyone's attention.
Each of its eight arms wields a powerful magical artifact, emanating a terrifying aura that sends chills down your spine.
"Nezha?"
Seeing this, Yang Jiao, who was standing to the side, hurriedly reached out to grab Nezha, but she was too slow. Nezha was too fast, so fast that no one had time to react.
Jinzha and Muzha below watched this scene with envy in their eyes.
They couldn't help but think to themselves: When will their master be able to bestow treasures upon them as generously as the Immortal Taiyi?
"Nezha!" Yang Jiao called out his name anxiously.
Upon hearing the shouts, Nezha instinctively turned around, and sure enough, what met his eyes were the astonished gazes of the hundreds of thousands of people present.
He had never displayed his full magical power before, because deep down he didn't want others to associate him with demons.
But why couldn't I hold back at that moment?
Yang Jiao felt a pang of sympathy.
Mosquito Taoist was somewhat excited.
Her true form also has many claws!
It even has two more wings than Nezha, so the mosquito is still more powerful.
Yang Jiao looked into Nezha's eyes until only her own reflection remained in his angry gaze before shaking her head at him.
Li Jing deserved to die, but his death should have been meaningful.
Being killed by Nezha at this moment, especially when Nezha reveals his three heads and eight arms, will inevitably become a source of criticism that will bind him for the rest of his life. Nezha has already suffered enough; he always cares about what others think.
Even if someone seems indifferent on the surface, they still care deep down.
How could Yang Jiao bear to let him live under the critical gaze of others?
Nezha stood very tall, and Yang Jiao looked up and slowly reached out her hand to him:
"Get down."
A prolonged stalemate.
She softened her tone.
"Would you like to get down, Nezha?"
Seeing Yang Jiao's unwavering persistence, and the hand reaching out to him stubbornly refusing to let go, the flames on Nezha's body gradually subsided.
Then, it slowly descended.
Li Jing looked around with a solemn expression, his gaze quickly sweeping over the faces of the Zhou army generals.
They all had undisguised schadenfreude, their lips curling into smiles, as if they were waiting to see a good show unfold.
His heart sank, and he quickly turned around to look at the Yin Shang camp.
What surprised and unsettled him even more was that everyone here deliberately avoided his gaze, and no one was willing to look him in the eye.
An ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tidal wave, filling his entire body.
At this moment, he was not only facing the oppressive feeling brought by Nezha's powerful strength, but also the fear of knowing nothing about this demoness.
This unknown made him wary.
Yang Jiao walked towards Li Jing step by step with light and slow steps.
Although her footsteps were very light, strangely, everyone present could hear her clearly, as if she exuded an invisible aura that attracted everyone's attention.
Finally, she stopped a few steps away from Li Jing, tilted her head slightly, stared directly at him, and asked softly:
Do you know who I am?
Li Jing hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected question, and didn't know how to answer.
Seeing this, Yang Jiao didn't give him much time to think. Instead, she took two more steps forward and asked again:
"Do you know that in the entire Three Realms, only you dare to call me a demoness to my face?"
All things considered, Yang Jiao had offended quite a few people, but none of them had ever pointed their fingers at him and cursed him. Li Jing was truly unique in this regard.
Does he really think that just because he's an elder, he can act like a boss and speak recklessly to the younger generation? Or is he just used to being a father and has developed a self-righteous fatherly attitude, thinking that everyone should listen to his lectures?
Does one presumptuously act superior to juniors?
Thinking of this, Yang Jiao couldn't help but let out a contemptuous sneer:
"Oh."
Although the chuckle wasn't loud, it exploded in Li Jing's ears like a thunderclap, causing goosebumps to involuntarily rise all over his body.
Li Jing's face grew increasingly grim. He gripped the exquisite pagoda tightly in his hand, and his palms began to sweat from the force.
Seeing Yang Jiao approaching step by step, he quickly shouted to stop her:
"If you dare take another step forward, don't blame me for crushing you to ashes with the pagoda in my hand!"
Yang Jiao was not afraid.
March forward with big strides.
Li Jing raised his hand and threw the exquisite pagoda out, raising two fingers and chanting a spell.
In an instant.
The pagoda instantly grew larger, towering into the clouds. It had seven stories, each capable of holding demons of different levels, and its interior was carved with countless statues of celestial deities.
Yang Jiao lifted her eyelids; she had finally waited for this moment.
"coming."
Her eyes showed no fear, and she remained motionless as the tower enveloped her.
Just then, Nezha arrived in a flash!
He pushed her away, then was crushed by the giant tower.
moment,
The giant tower shrank and returned to Li Jing's hands.
Overjoyed, he turned around and boasted to Wen Zhong:
"Grand Tutor! I have subdued the rebellious son. To demonstrate my loyalty, I am willing to immediately refine this demon!"
Deng Chanyu suddenly couldn't bear it, looked at Wen Zhong who hadn't spoken until now, and almost said something, but in the end only said one sentence:
"Grand Tutor, the King intends to make Nezha serve the Shang Dynasty."
It's not about killing him.
Seeing their younger brother imprisoned in the tower, Jinzha and Muzha felt no remorse.
At that moment, they felt as if they had been trampled on by a prodigy for ten thousand years without being able to breathe, but on an ordinary day, this prodigy suddenly perished.
From then on, they were able to show their talent.
People will no longer say, "You're Nezha's older brother? How come you're not as powerful as Nezha?"
The master will no longer say, "If you had Nezha's talent, you would have already broken through to the Golden Immortal realm."
Nezha is finally going to die.
Yes!
They're just jealous!
Jealous of Nezha's extraordinary talent, which he displayed even in the womb!
Jealous that Nezha had a loving and caring master right after he was born!
They were jealous that Nezha, at such a young age, possessed abilities far beyond their reach and magical treasures they could only dream of!
envy……
This caused Jinzha and Muzha to forget that Nezha was their third brother.
They dreamed and hoped...
He wished his father would burn Nezha to death right then and there!
Inside the tower.
Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear struck it repeatedly, causing the pagoda to shake violently.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Jing immediately snapped his fingers:
"burn!"
Inside the tower, flames raged.
He carried the tower, watching Yang Jiao approach step by step, and said without the slightest fear:
"This is a magic weapon bestowed by the Taoist Ran Deng. I have already subdued Nezha. Do you still want to die with her?"
Yang Jiao looked up and stared at Li Jing, saying in a deep voice:
"I'll make sure this tower can't hold Nezha."
"I want you, Li Jing, to regret this forever."
"I want you to lose your reputation in life and your position after death!"
She lowered her head, raised her sword finger, and a gust of wind rose from the ground around her, causing her robes to flutter and her black hair to cascade down her back.
"The Mysterious Dragon responds and transforms, and the Kan water becomes the true essence."
As Yang Jiao opened her eyes, she whispered:
"open!"
With a shout, the pagoda in Li Jing's hand seemed to slip from his control, and his eyes widened in terror:
"How could this be? This is a magical artifact bestowed by Daoist Ran Deng, how could this happen!"
As Yang Jiao finished speaking, the pagoda rose up and instantly enlarged, allowing Nezha to leap out from within.
He had three heads and eight arms, with fiery red runes on his face and arms, making him both evil and holy.