"When the time comes, my Lingbo City will be at your service." Facing Sun Wukong's question, Yang Jian said expressionlessly.
"Has your talisman formation not been set up yet?" Hua Shiniang looked at Jue'an and asked with a frown.
"We only need one last Hunyuan Talisman to connect them together, hehe... Monkey, you won't be so proud for long." Jue'an said with sweat on his forehead.
As he spoke, he made a complex hand gesture, and a huge talisman half a person's height slowly rose in the air in front of him. The runes on it gradually lit up with golden light and were completely ignited.
As Jue'an waved his hands forward, the huge talisman began to float forward and fly towards the cage.
Just as the talisman was flashing with golden light and covering the golden cage, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky and struck down.
"Boom"
A deafening thunder roared, and purple lightning exploded.
The golden talisman was struck by a purple lightning and was torn apart from the center, turning into starlight and dissipating.
"Who is ..."
When Jue'an saw the Hunyuan Talisman being destroyed, he became extremely angry.
Yang Jian frowned and looked up suddenly, and saw a figure appearing out of thin air above the golden cage, holding a golden stick and descending towards the cage.
"Sun Wukong... clone?" Against the light and shadow, he couldn't see the person's face clearly.
He just raised his hand and waved it, and the huge waves covering the golden water prison surged up again, strangling the figure above.
However, the moment the huge waves touched the man, the waves began to glow blue and dispersed like lotus petals, creating a passage in the waves for him to pass through.
"Water Dividing Technique..." Yang Jian couldn't help but frown.
He knew that it was not difficult to learn the Water Dividing Technique, but being able to separate the water flow he controlled, the water-related magic practiced by this person must be of high quality, but he didn't know where this magic came from.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a tall young man standing on the waves, it was Shen Luo.
He held the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick in his hand, staring straight at Yang Jian below, his eyes seemed full of confusion.
"Who is coming?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.
"I'm just a nobody. Master Erlang doesn't need to worry about me. But I really don't understand why you would collude with these evil demons and come to Fangcun Mountain?" Shen Luo asked with a frown.
Yang Jian didn't want to explain anything, but facing Shen Luo's gaze, for some reason, he patiently explained:
"I just want Fangcun Mountain to hand over the Mountain and River Map and promise not to accept foreign disciples in the future. As long as Patriarch Bodhi agrees to these two things, I can not only stop the siege of Fangcun Mountain, but also help Fangcun Mountain solve other problems."
As soon as he said this, Hua Shiniang was immediately very dissatisfied.
"Master, your words are too cruel. In your eyes, our other sects are nothing but tools to be used. Can you turn against us and fight with us at any time?" Hua Shiniang asked.
Yang Jian glanced at her calmly and asked, "Isn't it?"
Hua Shiniang froze when she heard this, and couldn't help feeling depressed. She felt that Yang Jian was a rare and not so hypocritical guy among the gods.
Shen Luo looked at Yang Jian with mixed feelings.