"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian, the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals in front of you have formed the Zhou Tian Star Battle Array. This array is no small matter. Don't take the risk easily."
"Disciple-Nephew, stop for now. There's an array formation waiting for you ahead."
"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian …"
The calls made Yang Jian's heart feel warm.
The Uncle-Masters and Uncle-Masters of the Chan Sect were really nice to him. However, Perfected Yu Ding's voice was not among the voice transmissions.
"Brother Yang, there are dozens of Heavenly Generals in the Daira realm in front of us. They have set up the Zhou Tian Star Battle Array."
Lü Chunyang's voice entered Yang Jian's ears. His words were very sincere. "This array formation is no small matter. Even mighty figures will be trapped in it if thirty-six Daira use it. Don't be careless."
At that moment, Yang Jian finally stopped and looked at the sea of clouds in front of him. There was a hint of thought in his eyes.
He first bowed to the sky to show that he had already heard the teachings of the elders. Then, he held the sanguine sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.
If this blood sword was not refined by the blood fiends, where did it come from?
The blood arrows that the six-winged beetle and the beetle spat out previously were filled with evil. Before he grabbed it, Yang Jian was already prepared to be devoured by the sword.
Unexpectedly, the sword gave off a clear and bright feeling. It wasn't an evil object.
That's right. It's impossible for these Heavenly Generals to openly take out evil weapons to deal with me.
What's the origin of this sword?
Why do I have the inexplicable thought of "swallowing" this sword?
Yuding Zhenren's voice was beside Yang Jian's ear. He saw through Yang Jian's doubts and answered for Yang Jian, "This is a treasure left behind by the ancient Celestial Court.
"This is a treasure left behind by the ancient Celestial Court. It should have been refined by the demon race and suppressed for tens of thousands of years with the fate and merit of the Celestial Court. Therefore, it is not an evil weapon."
Yang Jian murmured in a low voice, "Master, why do I feel that there is something useful for my cultivation in this sword?"
"Is the feeling strong?"
"It's not that strong. It's just a feeling I got after I got the sword … Master, why is that?"
"The ancient demon weapon should have been stained with the blood of many Wu people. There's no need to make a fuss."
Yang Jian did not know where his master was, so he could not transmit his voice. He could only continue to whisper, "Master, is there any way to break the Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation?"
After being warned by more than ten Immortals of Chanism, Yang Jian began to feel uncertain.
Yuding chuckled and said, "I'm afraid it'll be hard for you to break it with your current realm. If you turn back now, the achievements you have made today will be enough for you to make a name for yourself. You can also negotiate with the Celestial Court and ask them to release your mother. "
"Master, I've made up my mind before I came here." Yang Jian smiled. "If I can't save my mother, I won't take a step back even if I die in the Celestial Court."
Yuding Zhenren fell silent and stopped transmitting his voice to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian exhaled softly and used his divine sense to check the area covered by the Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation.
The Celestial Court had thirty-three Heavens. Each Heaven and the upper and lower Heavens had a specific path, so it was impossible to go straight up or down.
The Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation was set up on the only way for Yang Jian to get to Peach Mountain.
Yang Jian had two ideas. One was to take a detour to the upper Heaven and then find a way to get to Peach Mountain.
The other idea was even more novel. He wondered if he could go outside the Celestial Court and have a look.
The Peach Mountain where Yohime was imprisoned was embedded in the Isolation Formation of the Celestial Court, which was equivalent to being locked in the walls of the Celestial Court. He should be able to find the Peach Mountain in the void.
But Yang Jian overthrew these two ideas.
The main function of the Isolation Formation of the Celestial Court was to defend against external enemies. It was very likely that even if he had the Mountain-splitting Axe, he could not open the Isolation Formation from the outside. He could only "walk" through the Celestial Court.
But no matter how he took a detour inside the Celestial Court, as long as these people set up the Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation in front of Peach Mountain, Yang Jian would have no way to escape.
It was a taboo to be afraid before a battle.
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. He stood still and held the blood sword in front of him.
He raised his hand and the spear was already on his back. He grabbed the handle of the Mountain-splitting Axe.
He only had two arms, so the blood sword was useless to him. Besides, it was only at the same level as the Demon Slayer. Although it had the magical power of blood arrow, it was too weak for Yang Jian.
It was better to cut it and extract the Witch Blood in it. It could enhance his strength and make up for the Xuanqi he had used before.
From afar, the celestial soldiers and generals surrounded Yang Jian tightly, but no one dared to come close.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Jian held the Mountain-splitting Axe and smashed the ancient Demon Weapon blood sword.
Ping —
The blood sword flashed with rays of blood-red light.
The six-winged beetle also showed its body and flapped its six wings at Yang Jian, as if to show off.
"Humph! I knew you weren't sincere! "
Yang Jian scolded. The six-winged beetle was about to condense a blood arrow, but Yang Jian tore its body apart with the Xuan Gang, turning it into a blood-red mist that wrapped around the sword.
He raised his hand and the axe fell. The blood mist wanted to resist, but it was shattered by the sharpness of the Mountain-splitting Axe!
Ding —
Cracks appeared on the body of the sword, and roars could be heard coming from the cracks.
Yang Jian was not moved at all. The Mountain-splitting Axe fell for the third time.
A Postnatal Spirit Treasure was about to be destroyed in his hands! In this era before the apotheosis of the gods, there were countless Daira, but Spirit Treasures were hard to come by. Many people who saw this scene were filled with hatred.
If you don't want to use it, you can keep it and exchange it for some Spirit Pills and Spiritual Roots in the future!
Huanglong Daoist felt sorry for him and said, "Martial Nephew Yang Jian, you …"
The Mountain-splitting Axe was not stopped by the sword this time, and the blood-red sword broke in half.
Huanglong Daoist's voice transmission stopped abruptly. The Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals around them were all thirsty, and the immortals in the sky could not understand why Yang Jian destroyed the sword.
Suddenly, three auras rushed out from the broken sword.
One was golden light, which Yang Jian let dissipate.
The other was red demonic Qi, which condensed into the shape of a six-winged beetle. Although Yang Jian did not know if this beetle was of the same race as the six-winged golden cicada, he did not hesitate to point out dozens of Xuan Gang to destroy the demonic Qi.
After the demonic Qi was destroyed, traces of blood Qi seeped out of the sword. The blood Qi did not dissipate, and it was very dense.
Yang Jian opened his mouth and inhaled. These dozens of blood Qi were directly sucked into his mouth!
Wasn't this scene a little too sinister?
Yang Jian could not suppress the joy on his face. His body was wrapped by Xuan Qi, and he looked forward. Waves of new power surged in his body.
However, this power was surging and getting stronger. Yang Jian's face was red, and his skin was also faintly red.
Huanglong Daoist asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Martial Nephew Yang Jian?"
Perfected Taiyi shook his head gently. He was also not very clear about this. He only said, "Maybe it has something to do with his cultivation method …"
Everyone looked at Yang Jian with concern, but a disharmonious voice came from the left. "Why is the disciple of Chanism so evil? What is this? "
Many immortals of Chanism nodded in agreement when they heard that. They also felt that the technique Yang Jian cultivated was not orthodox.
However, Taiyi, Hiroshige, Huang Long, Red Essence, and the others did not reply. They only looked at Yang Jian with concern.
"He cultivates the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. What he swallowed just now was the blood of the ancient Wu people that was stained with the demon sword." Yuding Zhenren's voice floated from below. "He had a fortuitous encounter and was enlightened by the Lady of Earth. Therefore, he can absorb the blood of the Wu people for his own use."
Yuding's explanation was half-true, but it made the immortals of Chanism feel relieved.
On the other hand, Taiyi pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and scolded, "I thought you weren't here. Why didn't you show yourself?"
Yuding Zhenren only sighed softly and did not answer. Hiroshige looked at Perfected Taiyi, who rolled his eyes and did not say anything.
Although Taiyi and Yuding were close friends, Taiyi felt that Yuding Zhenren's actions were too aggrieved and he could not stand it.
If Yang Jian was Perfected Taiyi's disciple, he might have already entered the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, let alone save his mother …
Huanglong Daoist heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. "Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian seems to have temporarily sealed the power in his body."
"It's best for him to enter seclusion now," Perfected Taiyi said with a frown.
Red Essence shook his head and said, "That's a joke. Powerful enemies are surrounding him. How can he enter seclusion?"
Taiyi replied impatiently, "If we appear to protect him, who would dare to touch him? This is a huge matter for cultivation … Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything. "
Before Perfected Taiyi could finish speaking, Yang Jian had already begun to walk forward.
However, this time, Yang Jian walked very slowly, as if he was thinking of a solution as he walked.
There were still fragments of the blood sword floating beside him. From time to time, Yang Jian would place some of the sword fragments in his mouth and chew them a few times, as if he was eating jelly beans. After chewing them, he spat out some dim fragments.
When the surrounding Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals saw that, they felt a chill run down their spines. Although they were still surrounding Yang Jian, they were getting further and further away.
Yang Jian did not expect that destroying the sword to absorb the Witch Blood that he was stained with was a spur of the moment idea. He did not expect that there would be many benefits, but he had received an unexpected surprise.
This Demon Weapon came from ancient times. During the Great Magi-Demon War, it was held by an almighty of the Ancient Demon Court. He had ambushed and killed countless Wu people.
As long as the Wu people were killed by the sword, their essence would be absorbed by the sword.
Although after a long time, most of the essence would be consumed when casting spells or gradually dissipate, there was still a lot of Witch Blood left behind.
Moreover, two of them were actually the blood of an Ancestral Shaman!
Although it was very small, it was indeed the blood of Zu Wu. It was sealed in the center of the sword by the original owner of the sword, which added a lot of power to the sword.
"What a pity." Yang Jian sighed in his heart.
If it was any other environment, he would definitely sit quietly and absorb the power of the Witch Blood. He might be able to condense five Xuan Beads in one go.
However, at that moment, in that situation, Yang Jian could only seal the power in his body and use it to quickly replenish the Xuanqi Xuan Gang's "reserve Dharma powers" when he was exhausted.
It was not bad.
Yang Jian carried the Mountain-Splitting Axe on his back and held the Spearless Spear. There were metal scraps on the ground behind him. Only the hilt of the blood sword was left. He put it away as a refining treasure.
In front of him, hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers were lined up.
Behind him, there were countless silhouettes near and far, facing each other.
In the sky, there were already more than a thousand immortals who did not belong to the Celestial Court gathered. They restrained each other and were wary of each other.
How could there be no one who was not afraid of blowing up such a huge formation?
Qiong Xiao used her great mystical abilities to project the battle between Yang Jian and the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals into the sky above the Middle Continent. All the cultivators could see the situation.
Yang Jian walked towards the cloud path that led to the next Heaven. The cloud path was cut off by the resplendent starlight. There seemed to be a sea of stars flickering in front of him.
That should be the Zhou Tian Star Battle Array.
Uncle-Masters and Aunt-Masters were saying that they could not force their way through this array formation. However, how could Yang Jian have any other choice?
He suddenly smiled. There was a hint of self-deprecation in his smile, but it was also a little carefree. He raised his spear and leaped towards the sea of stars.
Even if there are millions of people, I will still go.
He was not pretending to be a hero. However, there was a simple thought lingering in his heart.
He simply did not want Yohime to wait for another day. He simply did not want to retreat …
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