Since he couldn't kill the old one, he could at least vent his anger by killing the little demon!
However, Yang Jian didn't make a move immediately. Instead, he carried the little demon in his hand and headed straight for the forest in the distance.
After climbing over a small mountain, Yang Jian carefully placed the little princess under a big tree. At this time, there was a waning moon in the sky. The cold moonlight shone on the grass and cast a shadow.
The girl, who was originally full of Spiritual Qi, was now in a daze, as if she had lost her soul. She just sat there blankly like a puppet.
Yang Jian threw the young evil cultivator to the ground and took out a water bottle from his ring. He splashed the water on the man's face, only to find that the method in his memory to wake up the unconscious person was useless.
This … caused Yang Jian to be at a loss as to what to do.
Helplessly, he squatted down and grabbed the young man's wrist. At this time, there was no Spiritual Qi, Spiritual Qi, or Vital Qi in Yang Jian's body. This was because the Eight Nine Mysteries was very special. The first stage was not to guide the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth into the body, but to use the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth to refine the body.
He used force and the sound of bones cracking made the little princess, who was sitting under the tree, tremble. Her eyes seemed to have a little more color as she looked over in a daze.
"Ah … spare me, immortal, spare me, grandpa immortal, spare me …"
Yang Jian didn't use much torture. He just stepped on the guy's chest and he spilled all the information about his master.
Soul Refining Taoist, who had run amok in the world for 40 to 50 years, hid his identity and became a state advisor of a country. This time, he encountered a bottleneck and bewitched the ruler of a country to send troops to war.
When the troops were ready, Soul Refining Taoist couldn't wait to attack. He burned down the city and absorbed thousands of souls, turning them into his own Spiritual Qi.
Crack!
When Yang Jian heard this, he couldn't help but step harder. The little demon spat out blood and fainted again.
"Soul Refining Taoist? Such a heaven-defying thing happened more than once. He ran amok for 40 to 50 years? "
Yang Jian pursed his lips and muttered. After a while, he suddenly felt a sense of hatred.
"Are there not many righteous people in this Vast Thousand Worlds?"
He understood it in his heart, but he already had the answer — the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth had dried up, and the traditional cultivation method had gradually disappeared. It seemed like there was not a single righteous path left.
However, those evil sects that sucked people's souls to increase their cultivation level had never been severed. Because of the lack of suppression from the righteous cultivators, they became more and more unscrupulous …
The Heavens and Earth were about to collapse, and demons were rampaging.
The heavens and earth were about to collapse, and demons were about to run amok.
Yang Jian felt an inexplicable sense of regret in his heart. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a cold glint from the corner of his eye. He looked down and saw the Canton Princess staggering towards his side.
A dagger fiercely stabbed at the evil cultivator lying on the ground.
Yang Jian had no intention of stopping her. Instead, he took two steps back and allowed her to end her karma with his enemy.
After a few slashes, blood spurted out. That evil path cultivator had only just reached Foundation Establishment and was far from forming a Primordial Spirit. Naturally, he was dead.
Yang Jian sensed the evil cultivator's soul with his Xuan Art.
Perhaps because he had cultivated for more than ten years, this cultivator's soul was more condensed than ordinary people.
However, Yang Jian did not kill him. He allowed him to rise slowly and float towards the Burnt City in the distance. There was already a Ghost Gate appearing in the darkness outside the city. The Ghost Messenger had taken the soul, and this meant that he was going to take it to the afterlife.
The Canton Princess wanted to stand up, but she fell to the ground next to Yang Jian.
She first sobbed softly, then whimpered, and finally bawled loudly. It was really heartbreaking.
However, Yang Jian did not know how to comfort her. He could only pat her on the shoulder and just stand there …
After an unknown period of time, the cool breeze blew gently. The Canton Princess's crying gradually became softer. She raised her head and looked at Yang Jian. There were words flowing in her eyes, but at this moment, she could not say anything.
Suddenly, they heard cursing coming from the direction of the big city. This cursing was not transmitted through the air. Instead, it was a shout that was directly directed at the soul, and it was mixed with an unknown force.
"How dare you! How dare you snatch the soul in front of me! Let's see if I don't take you back to the Underworld to claim credit! "
He heard the old Daoist shout, "Superior Servant! I have a Ten Thousand Netherworld Ghost Token! I didn't see you here just now! "
"Scram!"
The voice was angry, but also indignant. It was obvious that there was some helplessness.
Meanwhile, Yang Jian jumped onto a big tree. His eyes flickered, and he saw the scene in the distance clearly.
The evil old Daoist was covered in blood, and he was begging for mercy to a green-faced Ghost Messenger.
The Ghost Messenger actually hesitated for a moment. He retracted his steel fork and kicked out, sending the Daoist Soul Refining flying hundreds of feet away. He then turned around and continued to collect the soul and enter the Ghost Gate.
Yang Jian clenched his fists, and his heart was filled with anger.
Why did the Ghost Messenger not kill the old Daoist? What was the Ten Thousand Netherworld Ghost Token?
The Daoist Soul Refining smiled sinisterly and stood up shakily. Just as he was about to continue wreaking havoc in the city, he heard a loud roar that shook the heavens.
A long rainbow pierced through the sky! The killing intent was biting cold!
The Daoist Soul Refining cried out in alarm. He turned into a wisp of black smoke and headed straight for the mountain range where Yang Jian was. He was extremely fast!
The long rainbow made a turn and was about to catch up to the wisp of black smoke.
Yang Jian watched as the wisp of black smoke floated past him. He wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly over, but he was powerless.
He jumped down from the tree and did not have time to explain. He carried the little princess under his ribs and ran in the direction of the old Daoist.
It was not just because of the anger in his heart, but also because of the uneasiness that he could not do anything for the living beings that died tonight!
If there was a chance, even if he had to bear some risks, he would kill the old Daoist with his palm!
The long rainbow streaked across the top of his head, as though it was pointing the way for Yang Jian.
Just as Yang Jian climbed up a mountain, he saw a purple sword shadow charging into the sky in the distance. It raised its sword and turned back.
A shrill cry came from under the Sword Light. "I'll drag you down with me even if I have to die today!"
The Sword Light slashed down, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to shake.
Yang Jian jumped down from the mountain peak. Even if the old Daoist was killed, he had to see the old Daoist's corpse with his own eyes!
The little princess seemed to know what Yang Jian was going to do as she ran. She did not say a word, held her breath, and pursed her lips.
The shadows of trees, rocks, streams, and waterfalls flashed past her eyes that were filled with sorrow and despair.
Suddenly, the images stopped.
Yang Jian stood on a cliff. There was originally a small mountain on the other side of the cliff. At that moment, the small mountain had been split into a valley that was hundreds of feet high.
What kind of battle was this?
At the bottom of the valley, two figures sat cross-legged. One was the old Daoist, and the other was the young man from before.
With the help of the moonlight, Yang Jian lowered his head and looked down. The old Daoist and the young man below saw Yang Jian …
The old Daoist shouted happily, "Disciple! Disciple? Quick, come and kill this person! He was hit by my Soul Breaking Needle. His soul is under control and he can't move at all! "
"Hmph!" The young man who was sitting cross-legged was sweating profusely. Although he knew he was in trouble, he did not beg for mercy.
Not even half a sound.
Yang Jian said coldly, "Your disciple is already dead."
In an instant, it was the old Daoist who was trembling. The young cultivator who was fighting the Daoist couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahahaha! We have people in our generation! We have people in our generation! Little brother, you don't have to worry about this. I will recover in a moment. He won't be able to escape today! "
Yang Jian said, "He might recover some of his cultivation in a moment."
What he meant was that he could kill the old Daoist right now, but he did not want to take credit for it.
The young man thought about it and said cautiously, "This old Daoist is cunning and has many tricks up his sleeves. I was careless and fell into his trap. Little brother, you … "
He carefully sensed but could not sense the cultivation of the person at the top of the mountain. He seemed to be a young man from the mountains.
"Don't worry, I have my ways."
Yang Jian placed the young Canton Princess to one side and instructed her in a low voice not to move.
The old Daoist shouted weakly, "Little brother! I am the State Preceptor of Xi Huang Nation! If you kill this person today, I will grant you a lifetime of riches and honor. I will teach you supreme techniques! "
"Hmph!" Yang Jian turned his head and left. The two people who were in a difficult situation were confused.
Not only them, but the young princess who was grieving was also confused. She stared at where Yang Jian was going …
After a while, the young princess opened her mouth and was stunned. For a moment, she forgot about her sadness and fear. All that was left in her was shock.
A stone mountain was rushing towards her!
When it got closer, she could see that there was a young man at the bottom of the stone mountain. He was carrying the stone mountain, which was unknown how heavy it was. It was a hundred feet wide and twenty to thirty feet tall. He was walking towards her slowly!
In fact, it was not even half the size of the stone mountain that Yang Jian used to practice. However, Yang Jian could not find a bigger one in a hurry.
When he reached the edge of the cliff, Yang Jian began to slow down. The cliff was shaking. Yang Jian slowly stood up and found a balance point. He lifted the stone mountain with both hands and looked down coldly.
Not only the young princess, but the young cultivator was also stunned. He almost forgot to repair his Divine Soul.
The old Daoist was shocked and shouted again, "I will grant you a lifetime of riches and honor! I will let you be under only one person! No! I will let you be the emperor! Ah! Bastard! "
Whoosh!
The stone mountain flew up, drew a parabola, and directly smashed towards the old Daoist.
The old Taoist watched helplessly as the sky in front of him was completely filled with the stone mountain. He used his last breath to try and roll his body, but the stone mountain smashed him firmly in place!
Boom!
The earth shook and the mountain shook again.
Dust flew everywhere. The young cultivator, who was dumbfounded, was ten feet away from the edge of the stone mountain. His mouth was filled with dust …
Yang Jian murmured on the cliff, "I don't know if I can smash him to death. This kind of cultivator will not die so easily."
He turned around and was about to run back to find another stone. Then, he heard a cough from the bottom of the cliff.
"Dead! Little brother! He is definitely dead! His soul was directly scattered by you! "
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