He did not know how long he had been fighting. After entering the First Heaven Realm, there were Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals everywhere. If he did not fight, he would not be able to find a way out.
Holding the spearless spear and the mountain-splitting axe, he walked forward step by step. His footsteps began to feel weak.
Behind him, countless people were lying on the ground.
A few Daira Jinxian were seriously injured by him, and more than ten Divine Generals of the Celestial Court were no longer able to fight.
Countless Heavenly Soldiers had died. Fortunately, the dead had been escorted by the Jade Emperor to reincarnate and cultivate again. None of them had been destroyed.
So what if he had killed and carried the sin of killing?
This was not a play on a stage. Since it was a battle, how could there be no bloodshed?
Step by step, step by step …
He fought until the seas dried up and the rocks rotted. He fought until the world was overturned.
His fighting spirit burned his soul, but the figure refused to take a step back.
After fighting Wang Shan, more enemies jumped out to stop him. It seemed that there were endless enemies and there was no way to kill them all.
Yang Jian had been fighting non-stop. Everyone could see the stubbornness in him that refused to give in. The immortals and gods could see the arrogance in his back.
At some point in time, Yang Jian felt that his eyes were a little dry, and his vision began to waver.
At some point in time, Yang Jian's hands were a little numb, and the strength of the spearless spear gradually weakened.
At some point in time, the condensation of the starlight began to become a little strenuous. The surrounding light bombarded the starlight, and the starlight gradually could not be recovered.
His body began to directly withstand the attacks of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals.
The starlight around him was no longer bright. Although the power of the stars was inexhaustible, it could not be used without limit. His body gradually reached its limit, and his limbs and bones emitted a strong sense of fatigue.
In fact, most of the Divine Generals who surrounded Yang Jian had already retreated due to fatigue …
Perhaps, there were many Divine Generals who could not bear to attack Yang Jian anymore and were exhausted by Yang Jian's tenacity.
He was already very tired.
He was a human, a human with many shortcomings. He also knew what fatigue was and what it meant to be … a human.
He was alone.
He had barged into the Celestial Court, fought against the Heavenly Generals, and faced thousands of soldiers.
His original intention of saving his mother did not change. His soul followed his heart and would not perish.
From the Central Heavenly Gate to the Peach Mountain in the horizon; from the three generals guarding the gate to the battle formation of Zhou Tian Star.
Yang Jian had never thought of giving up, but at this moment, his body was on the verge of collapse, as if he would collapse at any moment due to exhaustion.
However, Yang Jian could already see the Peach Mountain and the place where his mother was imprisoned through the crowd of people.
In fact, after defeating Wang Shan, Yang Jian's essence, Qi, and spirit had been drained by that spear.
After that, it was another day of forceful charging and fierce battles … If it wasn't for the protection of the starlight, perhaps the current him would have been riddled with holes.
Was the last stage up ahead?
Would he be able to save his mother if he passed this trial?
Was this fate? No, this was not fate. This was something that he wanted to do, something that he had no choice but to do. It was not decided by fate, but by himself!
Yang Jian's eyelids were a little heavy. He slowly closed his eyes, aimed the spearhead at his chest, and gently pierced it.
Blood splashed out, and the pain woke up his numb body again.
Yang Jian opened his eyes and took a deep breath. His pale face regained some color … a sickly red.
In the face of so many people, Yang Jian still shouted in a low voice.
"Move aside."
There was no hostility in the eyes of the Heavenly Soldiers, only respect.
Soldiers and generals loved martial arts. They had no choice but to respect Yang Jian's bravery.
The few Heavenly Generals did not dare to answer. They only injected their strongest Dharma powers into the array formation formed by the Heavenly Soldiers. They stood in the center and prepared to receive Yang Jian's ax.
Indeed, Yang Jian swung his ax and charged forward again.
The bright light emitted by the edge of the axe split the formation as easily as breaking dry twigs and smashing rotten wood. Yang Jian rushed through with his spear in hand. The divine soldiers and generals that formed the wall were knocked away like building blocks, scattering into the clouds and mist.
However, the array formation a thousand feet ahead was the same.
Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, panted, and raised his ax again.
Sweat dripped from all over his body.
The world was silent. The immortals of Chanism were silent. The immortals of Jie School were silent. The immortals of the Middle Continent were silent. The officials and generals of the Celestial Court, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, and the Yama Lords of the Ten Halls were silent.
In the Center God Province, countless pairs of eyes stared at the figure that was already staggering, but still stumbling forward.
His long hair was no longer fluttering, and his clothes were gradually dimming. He was no longer as suave as before.
However, that back view made the Dao hearts of countless cultivators tremble. The cultivators who had been commenting on the strength of the Heavenly Generals of the Celestial Court all shut their mouths and looked at the figure that had been projected out of the clouds.
The person who had cast the projection mystical ability was also at a loss. Her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at Yang Jian's back.
"Is he smart or stupid?" Qiong Xiao muttered softly.
"It depends on the situation," a female immortal replied with a chuckle, "I remember hearing from a sister in the sect that some people are smart their entire lives, but they always have an obsession that they can't let go of. They will always be stubborn and foolish on some matters."
"Yes." Qiong Xiao nodded and stared at Yang Jian's back. "Do you think he will treat his Dao companion the same since he's so determined to save his mother?"
The female immortal said, "Any man who values relationships should be able to do so."
Qiong Xiao pursed her lips in disbelief.
She frowned impatiently and casually pointed at Yang Jian. Although she did not mind, she was a little touched.
Qiong Xiao suddenly attacked to make Yang Jian fall. There was no need for him to lose his potential.
Yang Jian could still fight at that moment. In fact, he was overdrafting his potential. It would not be beneficial to his future cultivation.
The beam of light caught him off guard. When Yuding Zhenren discovered it, he could only block most of its power. A weak beam of light still penetrated Yang Jian's calf.
Pfft!
Blood spurted out. Yang Jian's body staggered and fell forward powerlessly.
"Who is it!?!"
Yuding Zhenren suddenly shouted angrily. He turned around and looked at the sky. His honest face was filled with anger.
His gaze locked onto Qiong Xiao and he raised his arm. A green light tore through the sky and slashed at Qiong Xiao!
The immortals of Chanism snapped back to their senses and shouted angrily, "Who dares to plot against my Disciple-Nephew!?!"
"Junior Brother Yuding!"
Qiong Xiao appeared above the immortals of Jie School and blocked the green light with her hand. With a loud collision, the world changed color. Many consecrators of the Celestial Court appeared beside the Jade Emperor's carriage.
"Hmph!" Qiong Xiao grunted. Blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth and she looked at Yuding in shock.
What powerful strength.
Yuding squinted and killing intent surged.
Qiong Xiao took out the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and focused on dealing with it. Just from the clash just now, she knew that this unknown cultivator of the same generation as Chanism was terrifyingly powerful.
"Junior Brother Yuding! Misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! " Zhao Gongming hurriedly shouted and appeared between Qiong Xiao and Yuding to stop them. He waved his hands. "Junior Sister Qiong Xiao only wants Yang Jian to rest. His current situation is really not beneficial to his future cultivation."
Although the immortals of Chanism were furious, they knew that Zhao Gongming was telling the truth.
If Jie School wanted to plot against Yang Jian, they would definitely not just injure Yang Jian's calf.
"Junior Brother!" Perfected Taiyi appeared and landed in front of Yuding. He shook his head slowly at the furious Yuding.
Yuding looked at Qiong Xiao deeply and nodded silently. He turned to look at Yang Jian and did not say a word.
However, Qiong Xiao felt a little uneasy. She knew that Yuding, who was hiding his abilities, had already borne a grudge against her. Because she had injured his disciple, he would definitely settle the score in the future.
She sneered, but her fighting spirit was aroused.
I can't defeat you alone. I have my elder sister and younger sister!
Qiong Xiao cursed angrily, "Just wait and see!"
"Ah." Zhao Gongming sighed at Qiong Xiao and smiled dryly. He cupped his hands at the Nine Dragons Golden Chariot and stood on the spot without hiding.
On the Nine Dragons Golden Chariot, the Jade Emperor watched this scene with a smile and did not say anything.
However, when the Jade Emperor turned to look at Yang Jian, who was lying on the cloud path, he could not help but frown.
Yang Jian was still trying to stand up.
He grabbed the Mountain-Splitting Axe with his left hand and had already propped up half of his body. His arm was trembling, and the pain in his calf made him dizzy.
Is this his limit?
Indeed, there are limits to one's strength.
The Great God Pangu had even died because he was exhausted from supporting the world. He was now just a stronger ant in the Primordial World. How could he avoid exhaustion?
He was indignant. There were only a few thousand feet left.
"Yang Jian!" A Divine General's voice trembled unconsciously. He did not curse. Instead, he said, "Forget it."
"Forget it …"
Yang Jian's voice was hoarse. He had already propped up his upper body and knelt on the cloud.
He leaned on the Mountain-Splitting Axe and looked at the array formations in front of him. He grabbed the handle of the Mountain-Splitting Axe with both hands and slowly pulled his body up.
His left leg was injured and he could no longer exert any strength. However, he trembled like a candle in the wind and slowly stood up with the Mountain-Splitting Axe.
He used the last bit of strength in his body to stand up.
"Master …" Yang Jian opened his mouth and called out.
Yuding Zhenren's voice drilled into Yang Jian's ears. It was still so calm, as if he had forgotten his anger just now. "I'm here. You just need to rest. I saved your mother. You have done enough today …"
"Later … help me …" Yang Jian's weak voice interrupted Yuding Zhenren's words.
Yang Jian said hoarsely, "Protect my mother. I'm afraid she will get hurt."
"Okay."
Yuding closed his eyes slowly, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips. However, there was also a little helplessness in his relief.
"Ah!"
A layer of blood waves suddenly erupted around Yang Jian, and the billowing blood Qi soared into the sky!
Blood Burning!
The Mountain-Splitting Axe chopped down vertically on the Peach Mountain through the light screen of several Heavenly Soldiers!
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