He looked at the arc of light that left the axe and split the layers of light, as well as the dozens of array lights that shone on Peach Mountain.
Yang Jian was in a trance. He vaguely saw some scenes in the small courtyard …
"Why doesn't Mom go out for a walk? It's lively outside. "
"I have to cook for San 'er and Brother at home. Go, wash your dirty hands first. Have you forgotten the rules I taught you?"
Yang Jian couldn't tell if it was what he saw, the original memory of this body, or if he had really experienced it and remembered it in his heart.
"He" should be another Yang Jian, but if one really wanted to separate it, it would be a part of the current Yang Jian's past.
Since the body and the soul had merged, how could they be separated?
He remembered that since he was three or four years old, his gentle father always taught him poems and songs, but in the afternoon, his mother would teach him some immortal spells.
"Mom, what is a spell? Why do I have to learn it? Why did Dad say that as long as I memorize poems and read books, I will be favored by a woman like you when I grow up? "
"Your father was lucky to be picked up by Mom. In this world, if you don't have the power to protect yourself and your family, you will have a hard time living a peaceful life. "
"Is Mom afraid to go out on the streets because she's not powerful enough?"
"Silly child …"
"Mom! I will practice spells well! When I grow up, I must protect Mom! "
The dying child sat on his mother's closed legs and swore solemnly.
Her smile at that time appeared in Yang Jian's mind. Her smile was so beautiful that it dazzled and made him feel at ease.
However, it seemed that just a few years after he said that, the situation changed without any warning. The Heavenly Generals rushed into the courtyard and took away the blooming orchid …
Yaoji must have been at her most beautiful age when a woman dressed up for the man she loved.
Was it really worth exchanging more than ten years of tranquility for five hundred years of hardship and torture?
Yang Jian wanted to ask Yohime this question last time, but he couldn't ask as a son …
There were some things that didn't matter if it was worth it or not. It only mattered whether she wanted it or not, whether she could do it or not, whether she was willing or not.
She was willing.
What else could he say about it?
The light arcs created by the axes broke through the arrays of the Heavenly Soldiers one after another. People fell and flew, and blood splashed …
Time seemed to slow down. Yang Jian's mind was in a trance. He seemed to see the fairy dancing under the tree in the small courtyard. She was stained with dust, but she was beautiful beyond words.
The handsome scholar was playing the jade flute, and there was a gentle voice …
'A quiet girl with a beautiful body, give me a Tong Guan … Tong Guan has Wei, say the Jing girl is beautiful.'
'Since I came back from the field, I have to be beautiful and different … The bandit girl is beautiful, the beauty of a beauty …'
The flute of music was beautiful.
The scene of the flute gradually faded, and the scene also disappeared in front of him of of the mountains.
As the flute of music faded, the scenery, and the scene of the scenery disappeared.
Light and shadow flashed, and the entire Heavenly Court seemed to be trembling slightly.
More than half of the dozens of formations had been destroyed. However, the arcs of light that Yang Jian had activated with the power of burning blood had also been exhausted, turning into specks of light.
"Ah!"
Yang Jian raised his head and roared. His voice was like that of a trapped beast.
The power of the burning blood was still there!
His body, his blood, and his soul were all burning!
The second strike!
It struck down brazenly!
A blazing arc of light lit up between heaven and earth! The arc of light connected heaven and earth!
Yang Jian's face was illuminated by the arc of light. The flames around him gradually extinguished. He staggered weakly again, but he stubbornly did not fall.
He was waiting, watching, waiting to see if the arc of light could split open the peach mountain …
Could it? Yang Jian was waiting. The surrounding Heavenly Generals who were no longer attacking were also waiting. The immortals of the Celestial Court were also waiting.
Rumble …
The Celestial Court trembled again. The peach mountain was connected to the sealing array of the Celestial Court. Rays of light shone on it again!
That was the array formation set up on the peach mountain. It was to wear down the power of the attack!
Layer after layer, it was like an ax was chopping on layer after layer of cotton wool. Although it was like breaking dry weeds and rotten wood, the cotton wool was also breaking open layer by layer …
Finally, the light of the array formation shattered. The arc of light finally struck the bare rock mountain!
Boom!
The rock mountain was split into two. The two huge rock mountain halves flew to the sides!
Yang Jian perked up. His eyes widened as he waited quietly.
The peach mountain split open. That peerless figure stood there alone. Her figure was illuminated by the wall of light that the arc of light touched.
Yohime!
Her long hair danced in the wind. Her face was calm and there was a slight smile on her lips. Her two little hands were crossed in front of her as she looked at Yang Jian and Yang Xiaochan.
"Mother …" Yang Xiaochan's tears had already run dry. Her red and swollen eyes were filled with mist again. "Mother!"
"Chan 'er …"
Yohime cried tears of joy. A tear streaked down her cheek. Looking at the daughter she saw for the first time after five hundred years, she could no longer bear the pain of longing in her heart.
The wall of light in front of her did not move an inch. The tremors in the Celestial Court gradually calmed down.
Not enough. Not enough power!
The power of the mountain axe was not enough!
Yang Jian's breath was trembling. He held the mountain axe tightly and used it to support his body. The unwillingness, unwillingness, and disbelief in his heart made him raise his head and howl.
"Chan 'er …"
At this moment, Yohime could not say anything to make Yang Jian stop. She knew that her son had risked his life for her. How could she say something discouraging?
He was covered in blood. He could not even stand. His messy hair stuck to his body. He looked so pathetic and heart-wrenching.
She had never done anything for these two children. But they had done so much for her …
Yohime raised her head slightly. Tears rolled down her smooth chin. Her white robe danced in the wind. She raised her hand and slapped the jade disc!
Bang!
Her body was sent flying far away by the counterattack. However, a green light flickered and a small cauldron appeared above her head. It scattered specks of light and gently surrounded her body.
Yuding took action and protected Yohime according to Yang Jian's instructions.
"Mother!" Yang Jian shouted with great difficulty. His voice was trembling, but he shouted at the cracked peach mountain, "Don't move!"
Yohime immediately lay on the ground and did not dare to move, afraid that Yang Jian would miss her even more.
Yang Jian panted and grabbed the mountain axe with both hands. He swept his gaze across the Heavenly Generals who wanted to move forward.
With just a glance, the surrounding figures stopped. No one dared to move forward.
He still had one last move. That was the greatest blessing that the Lady of Earth's blood had given him. It was also the last thing Yang Jian relied on to split the mountain.
Heaven-Splitting Dao runes.
The Twelve Heavenly Divine Fiendish Array that Zu Wu used could condense the true body of Pangu, split the Demon Court, and shatter the world. Only the true Zhou Tian Star Array and the East Emperor Bell could resist it.
The Lady of Earth was born from the blood of Pangu. She was originally responsible for the position of the arm in the Twelve Heavenly Divine Fiendish Array. It was reasonable for the blood of her heart to contain the profundities of the true body of Pangu.
However, the Dao runes were too strong, too obscure, and difficult to understand. Yang Jian's realm was not high enough, so he could not completely grasp it. He did not know when he could use that move.
However, he could not wait for a coincidence today.
Even if he burned all his blood, he only had the strength to swing his axe.
Could he only place his hopes on the illusory luck?
No, he could not rely on luck. He had to fight, fight, and fight!
Closing his eyes, Yang Jian tried his best to recall the huge figure that he had caught a glimpse of. It was the phantom of Pangu. It had appeared twice when he obtained the blood of Zu Wu.
Gradually, the phantom appeared in his mind. Yang Jian was shocked, but he did not dare to have too many emotions. He closed his eyes and sensed the Dao runes contained in the phantom.
Only by visualizing Pangu would he know how boundless the world was. Only then would he know how small he was and how difficult it was to split open the heavens.
However, why did the Pangu God split open the heavens?
Why did the omnipotent God of Creation die of exhaustion?
The rumors of the Primordial World said that the Pangu God had comprehended his own Dao and was driven by the Great Dao to create the world.
That's not right! That's too general and vague!
Pangu could divide Yin and Yang, kill three thousand Connate Godfiends, and carve out this world in the Primordial Chaos!
The Heavenly Dao was born because of him. The Great Dao was orderly in the Primordial World because of him. All living things were born because of him. All living beings could support this world!
How could such an existence be driven by the Great Dao?
Others might not understand, but Yang Jian knew. It was the cry that reverberated in his mind!
The Great Dao walks alone!
There must be a reason why Pangu split open the heavens!
Pangu died of exhaustion after supporting the world. After his death, his spine was still unyielding. It turned into Mount Buzhou and supported the world for countless years …
Why would he rather die of exhaustion than give up on this world?
Why …
"Why …"
Yang Jian muttered. His eyes were a little blank, as if he was asking the boundless giant who raised his hands to the sky across endless time and space!
There was no answer.
There was no answer.
However, Yang Jian felt that unyielding will again. He felt the will that would rather die of exhaustion than retract his hands and move his legs!
What Pangu left behind was only the will carried by the Eight-Nine Arcane Art!
The Great Dao walks alone! Who else but me!
Boom!
Yang Jian's body seemed to be filled with oil and was suddenly ignited. Gray flames rose, and blood Qi rushed into the sky like smoke!
The mountain-splitting axe released a scorching light! The headless man appeared and directly exploded, turning into a ball of blood that merged with the mountain-splitting axe!
Yang Jian raised the mountain-splitting axe with both hands!
"Ah —"
He was like a crazed demon. Tiny blood vessels all over his body burst open!
There were no moves, no divine abilities, only a Dao rhythm, a battle intent that would never bow its head and reverberate between heaven and earth!
The world seemed to tremble!
The stars flickered, and the sun and moon lost their colors.
The immortals trembled, and the mighty figures were speechless!
It was a simple vertical slash. The mountain-splitting axe in Yang Jian's hand drew a simple trajectory. It contained all of his strength, all of his essence, Qi, and all of his heart's blood and soul. It erupted in one strike!
The Qiankun land that the blade of the axe passed through turned into a vacuum!
A white arc of light bloomed a thousand feet in front of Yang Jian. Following that, the arc of light became incomparably bright and bombarded the Absolute Sealing Formation of the Celestial Court!
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