The Jade Emperor's arrival was naturally accompanied by tens of thousands of guards. A majestic cloud slowly floated towards the place where the battle had taken place earlier. There were countless Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals gathered around.
Behind the Jade Emperor, Venus Taibai, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, the Yama Kings of the Ten Halls, and the Stellar Lords were actually puzzled.
They had actually seen the scene of Yang Jian being seriously injured with their spiritual senses. It had happened when the Yama King had stepped forward to speak.
What puzzled them was why the experts of the Dao Sect did not attack. Instead, the Divine Generals suddenly dispersed the array formation and captured a Divine General …
What exactly happened?
A moment ago, in the Zhou Tian Star Battle Array.
Yang Jian could sense that as the array formation activated the power of the stars, the defensive power of the Silver Scale Armor was rapidly diminishing.
Along with the defensive power, Yang Jian's Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang, as well as his essence, Qi, and blood.
The array formation had the mighty power of the Zhou Tian Star and the support of the Celestial Court. There were also thirty-six Daira Jinxian presiding over the array formation. It was definitely not something that he could resist at that moment!
If he could be bare-handed, he would have the combat power of wearing the Silver Scale Armor and holding a spearless spear. With the help of the spearless spear and the Mountain-Splitting Axe, he might have a chance to break through the array formation.
However, Yang Jian's Mysterious Art was only at the Fifth Refinement Stage. He had yet to accumulate more than half of the pearls. How could he win this battle?
The more he fought, the more powerlessness and despair in Yang Jian's heart grew uncontrollably …
"Yang Jian! Surrender quickly! "
The Divine General of the Celestial Court was scolding him. He wanted to capture him and send him to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian, if you fail today, you can cultivate again. Why are you so stubborn?"
That was the advice of Uncle-Master Chijing Zi. The Immortal of Chanism knew that Yang Jian did not want to use the Dao Sect to suppress the Celestial Court, so he did not mention attacking directly.
The string in Yang Jian's heart was gradually plucked.
There was no way forward and no way back.
He had used up too much of his primordial spirit's power, so he could no longer use the divine light in his eyes. He was surrounded by empty space, but this empty space was filled with light that was rushing towards him.
The Silver Scale Armor seemed to be moaning in a low voice. That was its spirit struggling in pain. It was almost unable to hold on any longer.
The pointless spear in his hand was filled with rage, but because the tip of the spear was incomplete, he could not unleash its full power …
Was he … going to be defeated today?
No, he still had the Mountain-splitting Axe, the one that was destined to split Peach Mountain in half!
As Yang Jian held the axe in his hand, the confusion in his eyes gradually turned into determination. This determination was accompanied by a trace of madness!
He knew that he could display the extremely powerful Splitting Heaven Axe Art only by chance. It was a supernatural power bestowed upon him by the Eight Nine Mysteries and the blood of Zu Wu. It was just that he could not control this supernatural power.
Now, he could only place his hopes on that 'accidental' situation.
Yang Jian's figure forcefully withstood the wave of attacks. He raised his Mountain Splitting Axe high, his eyes shining brightly!
Split the Heavens!
Buzz!
The axe chopped down with great force, and a crescent moon arc shot out with irresistible force. It was extremely powerful.
But that was not right. This was not the Splitting Heaven Intent. It did not have that profound and unbreakable aura!
The crescent moon arc disappeared into the void. Yang Jian's hands that were holding the axe trembled slightly. Suddenly, as if he had gone mad, he waved the Mountain Splitting Axe with all his strength.
He was not willing!
He did not believe it!
Why could he not split the mountain to save his mother? Could it be because the real Erlang Shen was already dead, and he was just a fake?
No, he chose this path himself. He chose not to compromise with the Celestial Court. He chose not to use the transcendent position of Taoism. He chose to mediate between the various forces … This was the most difficult path he had chosen to save his mother.
In other words, he only had himself to blame for today's failure. He was arrogant and full of himself?
He had hot blood!
He had the determination to die!
Why was it that he could not break out of this array and step out of his own Heaven and Earth when he was only two more layers of heaven away from Peach Mountain?
"Open!"
Yang Jian waved the Mountain Splitting Axe with all his strength. Every time he waved, an arc of light would shoot out towards the surroundings.
As for Yang Jian, he continued to shout. Every time he shouted, he would gather all of his strength.
Just like Xing Tian in the past. After his head was chopped off, he waved around helplessly. What he left behind was only a few words of praise for his bravery.
Why, why couldn't he unleash the Splitting Heaven Intent!
"Why!"
Yang Jian suddenly shouted out the question in his heart. He grabbed the Mountain Splitting Axe and stood there. He raised his head and roared.
The starlight in the sky paused for a moment. Then, it pressed down on Yang Jian. The silver scale armor on Yang Jian's body flickered. Everyone knew that this time, Yang Jian had reached the end of the road.
Although his battle achievements were glorious and his name had spread far and wide, everyone who saw this scene felt a little regretful …
Yang Jian, after all, was only a mortal who could 'predict'. Although there were variables, he could not grasp the 'one' that had escaped.
"Junior Brother Yuding!" Huanglong Daoist shouted, "Hurry up and save Martial Nephew Yang Jian! Don't let him fall into any mental barriers! "
The immortals of Chanism also transmitted their voices to Yuding. However, Yuding Zhenren did not move. He just stood there quietly.
Inside the Star Formation, there was a sudden change!
Originally, the thirty-six Godly Generals had been able to suppress Yang Jian. Yang Jian kept hacking with the Mountain Splitting Axe like a crazy demon. However, it was only his last struggle. The Zhou Tian Star Formation dissolved it automatically.
By now, the thirty-six Godly Generals had already seen Yang Jian captured and ended this shocking farce. They would all be promoted and rewarded …
However, suddenly, one of the Star Banners flipped to the wrong side. The green banner was lifted, and a blood-red 'kill' character appeared!
In an instant, a murderous aura covered the sky and attacked Yang Jian! The formation changed immediately. A huge starlight pillar fell from above like a waterfall and swallowed Yang Jian!
"What's going on?!"
"Who used the killing formation?!"
"Disperse! Disperse! "
The Godly Generals were stunned. They quickly put away the formation flags. Some even wanted to rush into the light pillar and pull Yang Jian out …
However, it was too late. Even the mighty figures who were watching from the sky fell silent because of this sudden change. The immortals of Chanism's eyes burned with flames!
The immortals were furious!
"Brother!" Yang Xiaochan cried out involuntarily.
"Yang … Yang …" Ao Xinke's face was pale.
The full power of the Zhou Tian Star Dipper Formation landed on Yang Jian without any warning!
In the sky, figures were about to rush down. However, Yuding Zhenren, who had already appeared, suddenly waved his hand behind him. A cloud blocked in front of the immortals of Chanism.
"Junior Brother! Junior Brother! "
Perfected Taiyi was already holding a longsword. If not for Yuding, he would have killed a few Heavenly Generals.
The Celestial Court's consecrators also rushed down and blocked in front of the immortals of Chanism. An old man hurriedly said, "Everyone, don't be anxious! There is still life in the starlight! The Celestial Court is an important place. Don't be rash! "
Huang Long stomped his feet anxiously. "Junior Brother Yuding! Go and see Yang Jian! "
Yuding turned to look at the sky. His eyes were still calm. He only said softly, "Wait. He didn't call for me."
He didn't call for me …
What?
The immortals of Chanism were confused. Only then did the starlight pillar slowly dissipate.
"It's you! You want to avenge your nephew. How dare you drag us down with you! "
In the formation, a Heavenly General suddenly shouted. He pointed at the white-haired Heavenly General not far away from him.
The Star Banner in the white-haired man's hand happened to be the bright red one!
He was the one who suddenly activated the killing formation to kill Yang Jian …
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! "
Mo Bingyuan threw his head back and laughed. His eyes were filled with joy and madness. He was about to wave the Astral Banner again. However, the power of the Astral Banner was suddenly cut off. More than ten Heavenly Generals endured the backlash and withdrew their Astral Banners. The formation was broken!
In an instant, the immortals of Chanism locked their gazes on that person. A few powerful figures snorted. Daira Jinxian, Mo Bingyuan, spat out a mouthful of blood. His body instantly withered.
A few Heavenly Generals immediately rushed toward Mo Bingyuan. None of them wanted to bear the crime of killing Yang Jian!
Look at the scene again!
The starlight and the light pillar dissipated at the same time. The Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation was automatically dispelled.
There, the cloud path was broken. More than half of the jade slabs hidden in the cloud path were broken.
Only a figure was left. He knelt on one knee on a broken jade slabs. His left hand was holding a mountain-splitting axe. He carried a pointless spear on his back. His right hand was trembling, supporting himself on his knee.
Yang Jian.
The Silver Scale Armor on his body had been broken into pieces. The immortal robe on his body had long been charred.
Sticky blood slowly dripped from his mouth. His breathing was faintly discernible. His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting the silver pieces on the ground.
This was the scene when the Heavenly Soldier reported to the Jade Emperor.
He was still breathing. This made the immortals of Chanism heave a sigh of relief. They were the only ones who didn't care about the damage of the Silver Scale Armor.
Yuding Zhenren stood diagonally behind Yang Jian. At that moment, he stood quietly, but he used his mystical abilities to freeze the universe around Yang Jian, not allowing outsiders to disturb him …
Yang Jian suddenly choked and knelt on one knee. His body began to tremble.
Can't I?
Did I lose?
Can I really not do it?
At that moment, everyone knew that the Yang family's Erlang was brave and good at fighting. However, no one knew how much pain and torture he had endured in the short five hundred years to obtain his strength!
He had tempered his bones and tendons, and changed his blood nine times!
Forge and temper Qi nine hundred and ninety-nine times! That was the pain of his soul being torn apart a thousand times!
He used the Xuan Gang as a sword to cut off his own blood and bones. He used his body to temper the astral energy and the astral energy to temper his body. In the array formation of Jade Spring Mountain, he had been howling for more than ten years!
He had walked over step by step and survived again and again. Why did he choose the most difficult path to save his mother? Why … What is he trying to do!
Isn't it to prove that he is not inferior to the Yang Jian and Erlang Shen in the Primordial World!?!
He had always been afraid that he could not be Erlang Shen well and could not perform Erlang Shen's true style. He forced himself to grow up and forget the short memories of 23 years …
However, those 23 years of memories were his roots, his cause, and his true self!
After coming to the Primordial World, he only had half a year to adapt and change. Three months of bedridden, three months of walking to Kunlun Mountain with Little Chan.
He was only given half a year to prepare.
He had to learn to recognize these rare ancient characters, and he also had to digest the records in this body's memory. He also had to constantly hypnotize himself that he was Yang Jian, that he was the future Erlang Shen.
However, he was originally just a mortal!
He was afraid of embarrassing Erlang Shen. He was afraid that he would become worthless. He was afraid that he would tarnish the White-clothed God of War that would be passed down in the future!
Who had experienced the bitterness and bitterness in his heart? Who would understand his unwillingness and fear?!
Who would want to scheme for everything? Who would be born so cautious? Other than Houtu, he could not find anyone else to talk to. However, who was Houtu? Was he going to cry to Goddess Houtu in the netherworld like a child who could not grow up?
However, why did he do so much, so much …
The nightmare he was most afraid of was Little Chan 'er screaming at him, saying that he was an imposter, saying that he had replaced the real Yang Jian, saying that he …
"Cough!"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yang Jian's body trembled as if he was about to fall.
Am I going to fall here?
That's good, I feel relieved. I am a mortal after all. I might as well follow the original path of Yang Jian. What transcendence?
However, am I really going to give up like this?
Why am I so unwilling …
Drip …
A tear rolled down from the pool of blood beside his leg.
Am I crying?
Why did I come to this world? Even if I came to this world, why didn't I become an ordinary disciple of a cultivation sect? Why did I become this Erlang Shen?
However, there was a sentence that had been suppressed in his heart. He really wanted to say it … really wanted to say it to himself.
I didn't impersonate anyone!
Yang Jian was the name he had used for 23 years.
He only took the responsibility of taking care of his sister and saving his mother for the bastard with the same name, who died early.
He had never thought about coveting any fame, nor had he ever been complacent. He had always been treading on thin ice, trembling with fear. Even in front of his master, he did not completely relax.
"I am … cough, cough, Yang … Yang …"
With a mouthful of blood in his mouth, he slowly stood up. His body, which was already full of wounds, suddenly began to tremble.
"I am Yang Jian … haha, hahaha …"
He was covered in blood, but he stood up shakily. The scattered star power turned into sand and danced in the wind. The silver dust on the ground that was stained with blood fluttered.
He slowly straightened his back.
Erlang Shen!
Who wants to be you!
I only want to be myself!
I want to be someone who doesn't lose to you!
The veins on his forehead bulged. He used all the strength in his body to shout at the sky, at the sky, using the last of his strength!
"I am Yang Jian!"
"I am Yang Jian!"
"Yang Jian!"
After shouting, he stood still as if he was petrified.
Dead … dead?
"Brother … no, no!" Yang Xiaochan broke free from the cloud that Yuding Zhenren had set up to hide him. He staggered and fell on the cloud. He reached out his right hand to Yang Jian, wanting to support his brother. However, he could only shout at Yang Jian's back, "Brother …"
Boom!
A surge of blood energy suddenly surged out of Yang Jian's body!
The dozens of blood energy that came from the demon sword that was sealed in his body suddenly began to surge, as if it was going to blow him up.
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