By the time he was done, it was already dawn the next day.
Yang Jian returned to the vicinity of the Plum Mountain and found a mountain to rest. He then bathed in the mountain spring and changed his clothes. Only then did he put on a light yellow robe and slowly flew towards the Plum Mountain with his three-pointed, double-edged spear.
He was determined to win the battle today.
It was almost noon. The sky above the Plum Mountain was very quiet. There were no clouds for thousands of miles, but it made people feel inexplicably depressed.
He spread out his spiritual senses and saw that the demonic aura was still everywhere on the Plum Mountain. However, the demonic aura was gathered in one place. More than ten auras of the Golden Demons of Daira enveloped the Plum Mountain. Behind them, there were traces of inexplicable Dao runes.
Obviously, it was impossible for the demons of the Plum Mountain to not notice Yang Jian's fanfare.
Furthermore, Yang Jian felt that the demons of the Plum Mountain had long known that he was here. They just did not dare to cause trouble for him.
Unfortunately, he had to take down the Plum Mountain today.
Yang Jian flew very slowly. Although he was alone, he was like a huge mountain pushing over with an oppressive aura.
There were many peaks on the Plum Mountain. At that moment, the one with the densest demonic aura was the highest one on the south side.
On the mountain peak, the demons were in a formation. The big and small demons were arranged according to their positions. At a glance, there were many figures that completely covered the mountain peak.
In the formation, at the highest point of the mountain peak, there were more than ten chairs side by side. Golden Demons of Daira sat on them. In the middle were the current owners of the Plum Mountain, the Eight Monsters of the Plum Mountain.
The leader of the Eight Monsters, the Flood Dragon, sat on the chair at the head. Behind him were two demon generals who looked majestic. The old flood dragon had a ferocious head and a sinister face. Although he could not be said to be ugly, he really looked evil.
Circles of red light surrounded his body. That was the image of negative karma.
Sitting on the left and right of the Flood Dragon King Lin Zhi were Yuan Hong who looked like an ape and Zhu Zizhen who looked like a pig.
Wang Lin Zhi pointed at Yang Jian and sneered. "Today, I will make this arrogant thief unable to return! I will also let the Celestial Court know that even if the demon race is not as good as before, we are not to be trifled with! "
"Big brother!" Zhu Zizhen grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. His oily face rippled continuously as he said, "How bold! How mighty!"
Yuan Hong, on the other hand, had a mature and prudent temperament. He instructed from the side, "Big Brother, just chase this Yang Jian away. You must not kill him. Who knows, there might be more powerful figures from the Hollow Jade Temple coming here later. If Big Brother feels that he can't stop after winning, why don't you let me go meet him? My abilities are not as good as Big Brother's. If I can defeat him, he will naturally not be Big Brother's opponent. "
"Second Brother, you don't have to worry. I know when to hold back! "
Wang Linzhi waved his hand and leaned back in his chair. He sneered and said, "Blow the horn three times to welcome the guest."
Immediately, dozens of little demons lifted up a horn that was a hundred feet long. A bull-headed monster of great strength stood at the end of the horn and blew into it. Within ten thousand miles, the deep sound of the horn echoed.
Upon hearing the horn, Yang Jian immediately stopped in his tracks and let out a long roar in response.
Suddenly, twelve streams of light flew out from the foot of Mount Mei and rushed to Yang Jian's side. They transformed into twelve young generals, six men and six women.
Among the twelve young generals, four men carried a huge drum. The drum was upright, and dense immortal aura lingered on it.
"Second Master." Yu Luo handed over the drum handle with both hands. Reiluo, Feng Luo, and Jin Luo walked forward. The three women held onto Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged spear and stood by the side.
Just like that, Yang Jian set up a formation on the cloud. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the drumsticks, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and struck the drum.
Dong! Dong!
The sound of the drum was like thunder, rumbling and disturbing one's mind. However, as Yang Jian's drum sounds spread, all sorts of phenomena appeared in the world.
In the originally cloudless northwest corner of the Center God Province, patches of white clouds suddenly appeared one after another …
On the city walls of Plum City.
More than ten generals rubbed their palms together and looked fervently at the figure beating the drum in the sky. They could not wait to rush out.
However, Mei Linhan reminded them, "Generals, don't forget what we discussed previously."
"Deputy City Lord, don't worry." Yao Gonglin cupped his hands. "We will not let our children die in vain. We will not let our subordinates charge at the front just to show off."
Zhang Boshi muttered, "We're all humans. Why are you playing tricks? Can't we just fight?"
"Hmph." Mei Linhan snorted coldly with an unfriendly expression. However, he stood on the spot and did not feel nervous at all.
Outside Plum City, tens of thousands of soldiers had already gathered. They were all cultivators at the same level as the Heavenly Soldiers. They were also the foundation of Plum City. It could not be formed without ten thousand years.
These cultivators had been fighting with the demons for a long time. Their comrades had been killed and their brothers had been buried. They hated the demons.
At that moment, they heard the rumbling of the drums, which seemed to be calling them to go into battle to kill the enemy. Their auras were a little unstable, and they were waiting for their generals to give the order.
The drums sounded three times, and a long roar came from the south. A huge Qi sword soared into the sky, and a handsome Daoist in a long crown and Daoist robe stood at the tip of the sword.
Lü Chunyang!
"Hahaha! There are many Fellow Daoists here to help! "
As soon as he said that, dozens of Golden Immortal auras shot into the clouds. More than a hundred Heaven Immortal auras were mixed in, and there were more than a thousand Perfected Immortals. There was not a single Immortal.
Most of the Heavenly Soldiers were Immortals or Ascension Immortals. Although there were not many immortal cultivators from the Middle Continent, they were valuable in terms of quality.
Including Lü Chunyang, the five Daira Jinxian walked forward.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoists!" Yang Jian bowed from afar. Two of the twelve commanders flew out and led the Fellow Daoists who had come to help to the left formation.
Yang Jian moved his wrist and waved the handle of the hammer again. The drums exploded!
Roar!
A dragon's roar pierced through the heavens and earth!
Looking to the east, more than a hundred Azure Dragons danced together. It was a magnificent scene! Below the hundred Azure Dragons, there was a black mass of shrimp and crab soldiers, charging towards the formation!
Ao Ji transformed into his human form and was the commander of the Dragons' army that had come to help. "Good uncle! I brought tens of thousands of troops to build a mansion for you to consummate your marriage! "
Yang Jian chided softly and shook his head with a smile. He stopped the drums and bowed to the Dragons.
He arranged for the Dragons' army to be on the right formation, which was much more than on the left. Many Dragons' experts knew the cultivators from the immortal sects who had come to help. They greeted each other from afar, and the scene was very lively.
Dong dong dong dong!
The drums sounded again!
The troops of the Dragon Palace and the cultivators from the immortal sects quietened down. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew a dark cloud from the horizon.
At that moment, a group of people looked at Mei Linhan in confusion.
"Deputy City Lord, it's time for us to go!"
"Deputy City Lord! Why aren't we moving now? "
"The City Lord handed the power to the Deputy City Lord today to let the Deputy City Lord lead us to kill the demons and take revenge!"
Below Mei City, the men of the Meishan lineage were also confused. They did not know why the order had not been given.
Mei Linhan laughed dryly. "What's the hurry? Let's just wait for a while. Without us, it will be difficult for them to win."
"Deputy! Sigh! "Zhang Boshi stomped his feet and was about to say something, but he was held back by a general beside him.
A cold glint flashed in the depths of Mei Linhan's eyes. He was about to continue speaking to calm the generals in Mei City when he heard a long horn sound above his head.
Thousands of people shouted at the same time, "Ha!"
The rolling dark clouds retreated, revealing the true appearance within. Rays of light filled the sky, and more than a hundred fairies flew up into the sky. Countless immortal soldiers in bright armor lined up in formation!
A huge flag was erected, with a lonely 'Tian' character on it, but it exuded a sense of majesty.
Heavenly soldiers!
100,000 Heavenly soldiers!
The few generals in the lead shouted in unison, "Perfected Lord Erlang! We are here under orders to help Perfected Lord get rid of the evil and uphold the justice of the Heavenly Dao! "
Yang Jian stopped beating the drum and shouted, "Everyone, hold the formation and seal the sky!"
"Yes!"
100,000 Heavenly soldiers shouted in unison, their eyes filled with fanaticism.
Back then, Yang Jian was an enemy of the Celestial Court and defeated most of the generals of the Celestial Court. Other than those worshippers of the Celestial Court, no one dared to say that they were Yang Jian's match.
The bloody battle along the way had caused the sky to darken and the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals to be defeated. However, it made the Heavenly Soldiers feel an indescribable sense of admiration for Yang Jian.
Today, they were going to fight side by side with Yang Jian!
Even if the enemy's troops were ten times or a hundred times more than theirs, they had the heart to win and uphold the justice of the Heavenly Dao!
Yang Jian closed his eyes and took a few breaths before beating the drum again.
After beating the drum three times, he heard a loud laugh. On a mountain peak outside the Plum Mountain, a burly figure jumped over!
He jumped 50 kilometers in one go! That was done with the strength of his physical body!
On the Plum Mountain, the increasingly oppressive atmosphere suddenly exploded. Why? Because the person who had arrived was their natural enemy!
"Magi! Wu people! How did they get out of the North Continent? "
"Damn it, it's actually the Wu people!"
"I must kill these Magi today!"
When the silhouette came close, it turned out to be a strong man with four arms and a hideous face. He laughed loudly at Yang Jian and shouted, "The three thousand young ones you want are waiting a thousand miles away. I'll bring a few old ones to help you fight this battle! I'm an expert in killing demons! "
As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten figures jumped up from the mountain. They were all Battle Magi of the Wu people. They jumped in front of Yang Jian and stopped on the cloud.
Yang Jian smiled and bowed to the dozen Battle Magi. He said warmly, "The few of you are behind me. I still have to wait for a group of people."
"Who are you waiting for?" Daon looked up at the sky and the ground. He was puzzled. "There are so many people, but they still can't take down a small Plum Mountain?"
Yang Jian smiled and did not say anything. He looked in the direction of Plum Mountain and swung his hands. Once again, the drums shook the sky!
On the left were the experts from the immortal sects. Their combat strength was comparable to tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers. On the right were the troops from the Dragon Palace. There were also tens of thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. There were also more than a hundred experts from the Dragons.
These combat strength had already gained the upper hand. Moreover, there were 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers who had set up the Heavenly Net Array. They could crush the Plum Mountain at any time.
However, Yang Jian was still beating the drum.
It was not an attack drum, but a summon drum.
The array formation was waiting for the troops that should have arrived first.
Yang Jian did not expect the other party to send troops. He simply wanted to give the descendants of the ancient Plum Mountain a long-awaited opportunity to take revenge.
He alone was enough to destroy the Plum Mountain.
If he relied on his troops, the demons would only give up on this place and not dare to come and harass them in the future.
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