The battle at the edge of the East Sea continued. The six Daoist Daira cultivators fought fiercely while Yang Jian and Fiend Wang were locked in a fierce battle.
In this situation, although Yang Jian discovered that the Demon King had intentionally led the fierce battle between the two to the southeast, he felt that it was reasonable and did not notice anything wrong.
In the immortal clam, Yang Xiaochan did not know what to do. She could only pull Chu Qian's arm, her eyes filled with anxiety.
Previously, she had always complained that Yang Jian did not bring her along when he went out to explore. Now that Yang Jian had brought her out and allowed her to watch Yang Jian fight the enemy, her heart was restless. She was afraid that her brother would be in trouble.
Chu Qian rode on the immortal clam. At this moment, she was on tenterhooks. If anything happened to Yang Jian, she would die with him.
On the other hand, Ao Xinke stood there quietly. She did not move and her eyes did not even waver.
Did this Princess of Dragons not care about Yang Jian? On the contrary …
"Is Brother about to win?"
Yang Xiaochan asked with a trembling voice. She saw Yang Jian 'chasing' Fiend Wang and thought that Yang Jian had the upper hand.
Although Chu Qian wanted to nod her head in agreement, she really could not understand what kind of battle was going on over there. It was really like a fight between immortals. She could only nod her head reluctantly, but she kept praying for Yang Jian in her heart.
Fiend Wang was covered in blood as he fought and retreated to the southeast.
In the direction he was going, there was a small isolated island. The island was covered in lush vegetation and there was no sign of human habitation.
Although Fiend Wang looked pathetic, his Essence Soul was not injured. Only his immortal body was slightly damaged.
If Yang Jian gave up and returned to the northwest, Fiend Wang would only need an hour to absorb the Heaven Earth Essence Qi to replenish his body and he would be fine.
But how could Yang Jian give up?
This was the second time that Demon King had chased after him. The first time, he was already in a perilous situation. This time, he would not let Demon King have any chance of survival!
The Demon King fled to the southeast. This was exactly what Yang Jian wanted. If there were too many people, they would start quarreling and not be able to fight.
He could only hate that his Xuan Qi had not reached the pinnacle! If he had reached the sixth or seventh level, he would have already been killed by his spear!
"Do you only know how to flee in panic as a disciple of Jie School?" Yang Jian said to agitate him.
Fiend King gritted his teeth as he looked at Yang Jian. His fist was stained with blood as he threw dozens of punches at Yang Jian. The Heaven Earth Yuan Qi in the sea region was stirred as it pressed down on Yang Jian.
Yang Jian coldly snorted. Taking advantage of the Demon King's pause, he immediately pounced forward.
The injuries on his body were being rapidly healed by Xuanqi at every moment. The blood in his body surged like a tidal wave. That was the capital that allowed him to continue fighting against the Demon King.
Since the Demon King could not take down Yang Jian in a short period of time, Yang Jian naturally did not have a good way to defeat the Demon King. He could only try to find the Demon King's flaws …
Finally, the Demon King's figure stopped above the island. He no longer retreated. He slid down and tried to lead Yang Jian to the island.
Yang Jian suddenly stopped in midair. He leaned on his spear and looked at the Demon King. He said calmly, "Since you are no match for me today, if I were to kill you forcefully, it would be too disrespectful to my Uncle-Master. I'll let you off! "
After saying that, Yang Jian turned around and flew toward the northwest without any hesitation.
Demon King was stunned … He was really stunned.
He left just like that?
What did he mean by saying that? He, the Demon King, was forced to flee by a junior. For the sake of the Saint's face, the other party did not want to take his life and let him off for the time being?
The Demon King almost suffocated to death.
Yang Jian's sudden stop was really too abrupt. It was as if he had suddenly discovered something. The Demon King looked at the island but did not notice any ambush at all. There was not even the slightest fluctuation of Yuan Qi!
The Demon King stood there in a daze, staring at Yang Jian's departing figure. For a moment, he actually forgot to chase after him.
"I … Did I embarrass Master …" The Demon King's eyes were full of disappointment. His long hair was disheveled as he stood there at a loss.
Yang Jian's rapid flight was not to test the Demon King, but because he really wanted to abandon the Demon King and rush to the battlefield over there.
He calculated in his heart that no matter which one of the Four Saints of Nine Dragons Island he could kill, he would be able to achieve his goal.
Of course, it would be for the best if he could kill all of them today. He could even get rid of future troubles for himself … although this was a bit whimsical.
Yang Jian snickered in his heart. That Demon King was in too much of a hurry. He had been trying to lure him to that lone island the entire way, but that lone island was just too quiet and peaceful. How could he be so gullible?
As the saying goes, don't enter the forest when you meet it.
If the battle dragged on, as long as the Xuanqi consumed too much of Yang Jian's energy, he would eventually be defeated by the Demon King. He had been insisting on fighting recklessly just to find the Demon King's weakness and see if he could give him a fatal blow.
Now that the Demon King was clearly trying to lure him into a trap, how could Yang Jian, who had just fallen into the Demon King's trap, be willing to fall for it?
He decisively rushed back, catching the Demon King off guard and causing the figure hiding on the island to curse inwardly.
"Does this Yang Jian have a dog's nose? How can he be so sharp?! "
The beautiful eyes of the person hiding on the island were filled with unwillingness. Her face was covered by the mask, so she should be livid.
The Demon King landed on the island in a daze. After a few breaths, he suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and roared, then leaped up and chased after Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian, you brat! Come back and fight again! "
Yang Jian turned his head to look at her and replied naturally, "What? Are you not convinced?"
"Don't try to talk big!"
"Hahaha! Talk big? The injuries on Martial Uncle Demon King's body are not fake! "
Yang Jian raised his spear and rushed toward the Demon King. The two figures fiercely collided in the air and began fighting with their lives on the line.
At this time, a long shout came from the northwest. "Junior Brothers, trap the three of them. I will go help Martial Nephew Yang Jian!"
"You deserve it!"
One of the Four Saints of Nine Dragons Island shouted, "Don't let them disturb Big Brother's revenge! Stop them! "
Li Xingba scolded, "Yang Jian killed my martial nephew. We will not let this matter rest!"
"Nonsense!" A Daoist of Chanism rebuked, "It's obvious that your Jie Sect's Immortals can't bear to see such an outstanding disciple of my Chanism! How dare you be so despicable, disregarding your seniority and face. With your identity as a second generation disciple, you tried to kill my martial nephew who had just cultivated for five hundred years. You even said it in such a dignified manner. You're simply not a son! "
Fine. Both parties were similar in strength, but the level of scolding was worlds apart.
As Yang Jian and the Demon King fought fiercely, the six Daira Daoists were also engaged in a chaotic battle. The situation seemed to be in a stalemate.
However, Yang Jian gradually felt that his Xuanqi couldn't keep up with his consumption …
If he perfected the Pearl Accumulation Realm, the Xuan Beads in his body would form another universe. Then, Yang Jian's Xuanqi would be inexhaustible.
However, Yang Jian had only formed thirty-one Xuan Beads. There was still a long way to go before he perfected it. The profoundness of the Xuan Beads wasn't just a few beads.
After fighting for a long time, Yang Jian and the Demon King both had thoughts of retreating.
The Demon King had such a personality. Sometimes, he would be overwhelmed by hatred, and he didn't care about the Tribulation Cloud that was beyond redemption.
However, after the anger in his heart was exhausted, he regained some calmness. He felt that it would be disadvantageous for him to fight for a long time. Thus, he decided to give up this time and ask his friends for help before seeking revenge against Yang Jian.
As he thought about that, the Demon King and Yang Jian stopped their attacks and gathered their aura at the same time. They seemed to be betting on their opponent's life and death with their next attack!
Suddenly, a figure appeared above Yang Jian. He wore a bewitching red robe and pointed his finger at the Demon King.
Perfected Taiyi!
With a single finger, the wind and clouds changed. The immortals grieved and the ghosts and gods were shocked!
After Ling Zhuzi returned to the Middle Continent, he had sensed that something was amiss with Yang Jian and hurriedly returned to Qianyuan Mountain to report to his master.
Perfected Taiyi knew that Yuding had returned to the mountain to cultivate in seclusion. He was afraid that something would really happen to Yang Jian, so he personally came here. When he arrived, Yang Jian and the Demon King were chasing each other towards the southeast. Seeing that Yang Jian was fine, he did not appear.
Perfected Taiyi was rather satisfied with Yang Jian's performance. He was brave, resourceful, and did not play according to the rules. It was rare for him to be able to remain clear-headed in the midst of battle and retreat when he encountered an island.
Perfected Taiyi asked himself. If it were him, he would definitely hesitate and not retreat so decisively.
Seeing Yang Jian and the Demon King raise their auras, Perfected Taiyi thought that the two of them were going to risk their lives.
In Perfected Taiyi's opinion, even a hundred Demon Kings would not be able to compare to Yang Jian. Therefore, he appeared and pointed his finger. The Demon King raised his head in shock. His essence soul was actually trembling!
They were both Daira Jinxian, but one was in the sky while the other was on the ground. They could not be compared!
Perfected Taiyi's Daira Jinxian was not afraid of quasi-saints. He could even kill quasi-saints who did not have numinous treasures or mystical abilities to protect themselves!
As for the Demon King, Daira, he had been forced into a corner by Yang Jian … How could the two of them be compared?
There were many reasons why Perfected Taiyi was stuck at the peak of Daira and could not enter the Saint realm. The main reason was that he had killed too many people and his mental state was unstable. Furthermore, his cultivation Dao was too mysterious and difficult to break through.
"So it's Junior Brother Taiyi." A slightly plump Daoist appeared above the Demon King's head. He waved his sleeve and blocked the stream of light.
Boom!
The East Ocean seemed to have been flipped over. The collision of the finger and the sleeve caused a huge wave that was a thousand feet tall to splash on the surface of the sea!
Yang Jian praised in his heart …
Is this the demeanor of a great mystical ability cultivator in Daira? It is far beyond my ability.
Perfected Taiyi chuckled and held a green orchid in his hand. Although his actions were a little seductive, he looked elegant and refined. He did not look feminine at all.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's Senior Brother Zhao Gongming. Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian, why aren't you greeting us?"
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