In a split second, blood splattered everywhere. Jiang Shang's eyes widened as he looked at this scene unwillingly.
He was actually killed by the monster so easily?
Scenes flashed past Jiang Shang's eyes. He failed to become an official, it was difficult to enter the mountain to cultivate, he cultivated for forty years, and his cultivation skills were all gone …
He fell to the ground, and his soul was about to leave his body.
"How dare you!"
A loud shout suddenly exploded in his ears. Jiang Shang's eyes that were barely open reflected the mighty figure that descended from the moonlight.
The person who came shouted angrily, "Such a bright moon, how dare you kill people!"
Jiang Shang was like a drowning person who grabbed the last straw, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Righteous man! Save me! "
The person who came was none other than Yang Jian. At this moment, when he heard Jiang Shang's words, he really had the urge to turn around and leave.
He didn't even call him Fellow Daoist, did this guy really not regard himself as a disciple of Daoism?
The woman frowned, but her face was hidden in the black mist and couldn't be seen clearly. Seeing Yang Jian pouncing towards Jiang Shang, she immediately stopped him.
She took out a few Soul-stealing Nails and waved her hand. The Soul-stealing Nails turned into a few black lights and shot towards Yang Jian.
Yang Jian just glanced at her and waved his light yellow robe sleeve. The few Soul-stealing Nails immediately disappeared.
"Leave while I don't want to kill the monster."
Yang Jian emphasized the word 'monster'. The woman squinted her eyes and whispered, "Yang Jian?"
Yang Jian didn't answer, he just leaned over to look at Jiang Shang's condition. His finger pointed at Jiang Shang's chest and the Soul-stealing Nail was instantly pulled out. Jiang Shang gasped, his eyes rolled and he was about to faint.
Fortunately, a warm breath drilled into the wound and the coldness disappeared instantly. Jiang Shang's breath also finally came back.
This Soul-stealing Nail specialized in attacking the soul. Jiang Shang's primordial spirit seemed to be protected by a treasure and was not directly crushed by the Soul-stealing Nail.
The woman stood at the side and seemed to be hesitating. She also seemed to be weighing her chances of winning if she fought with Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian, are you really going to meddle in this?"
"I'm just following orders," Yang Jian said indifferently. Just as he was about to leave this place with Jiang Shang, he suddenly heard a few whistles and a few figures appeared in various places within a hundred miles. Their auras were faintly locked onto this place.
Six Great Overarching Golden Immortals, and one of them is faintly approaching the pinnacle of the Great Overarching Realm?
If that was the case, he might have a chance to kill Jiang Shang. Unfortunately, Yang Jian had a treasure that could carry a living person, and that was the Black Tortoise Belt.
Jiang Shang's face was still a little pale. Yang Jian threw a bottle of medicinal pills into his arms and said in a low voice, "Don't resist, I'll keep you in my treasure. We are surrounded by powerful enemies. Whether or not we can take you away from here will depend on your luck. "
"Thank you, righteous man!" Jiang Shang shouted excitedly. He was extremely grateful to Yang Jian for being able to escape from death's door.
The Black Tortoise Belt shone faintly, and Jiang Shang disappeared on the spot.
The woman in black did not expect Yang Jian to have such a trick. She was stunned at first, and then she hurriedly sent a voice transmission to her companions.
"Yang Jian has kept Jiang Shang in his treasure! Do you want to attack him? "
Hearing the woman's message, the surrounding masters who revealed their auras were all silent, and they seemed to be a little hesitant.
On a mountain peak, a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe was scolding Shen Gongpao in front of him, "Didn't you say that Yang Jian is in closed-door cultivation thousands of miles away and hasn't moved at all? How did he get here! "
Shen Gongbao really had a bitter experience. At this time, when he looked with his divine sense, Yang Jian's figure was still there. Where did he move?
But the person who suddenly appeared in the forest to save Jiang Shang was indeed Yang Jian himself.
The light yellow robe must be right.
"This … We were played by Yang Jian!" Shen Gongbao sighed and said hurriedly, "I'm afraid we can't do what we want today. Why don't we retreat now? Jiang Shang is not fated to die, but he can't hide forever … "
"Humph! If the Chanism sends masters to protect him, how can we take the Investiture of the Gods from Jiang Shang? "
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with some ruthlessness.
"The Investiture of the Gods is a big event. Whether the Jie School can take the initiative or not depends on tonight!" He immediately sent a voice transmission, "Martial Nephews, please stop Yang Jian. I've already set up a big array here to force him to hand over Jiang Shang!"
"Yes!"
Yang Jian's Divine Sense sensed that the few figures who had revealed their auras suddenly charged at him. Yang Jian bent his legs slightly and leaped up. His entire body was like an arrow that had left the bow as he flew into the air.
If he left, he actually had a chance to escape now.
However, Yang Jian had always liked to think too much. At that moment, he still wanted to fight with those people and see if he could force out one or two mighty figures. In any case, there must be a mighty figure of Chanism watching this place. He was not afraid of blowing things up.
There was a high chance that they were fellow disciples of Jie School. Judging from their Dharma powers, they might be of the same generation as him.
After all, killing Jiang Shang was a huge matter. It was a slap to the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning. The second-generation disciples of Jie School usually did not dare to act rashly. It was very likely that they would let their disciples test the waters.
If something really happened and they were blamed by the Chanism, they could say that they were young and insensible. They only wanted to protect Jie School and did not expect to anger the Saint. That way, they could protect their disciples.
Since they were Senior Brothers, Junior Brothers, Senior Sisters, and Junior Sisters of the third generation of Jie School, Yang Jian had to consider it carefully.
At the very least, he had to make Jie School be in the wrong and retreat a portion of the experts in the South Continent to ease the confrontation between the two sects.
The female immortal, who had transformed into a black cat to lure Jiang Shang out, snorted softly. When she saw Yang Jian soar into the sky, she immediately stopped him. She took out dozens of Soul Stealing Nails and shot them at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian did not take out his weapon. His figure moved horizontally in the air and blocked all the Soul Stealing Nails.
Suddenly, the ground in the surrounding forest trembled. Waves of Heaven and Earth powers quickly gathered there.
Array formation?
Although Yang Jian had some confidence in his own strength, he didn't reach the point of being conceited.
At that moment, he rushed towards Chaoge City and wrapped himself in Xuanqi. Suddenly, streams of light smashed towards him. They were aggressive and sharp.
Yang Jian didn't pay any attention to them. He allowed the streams of light to hit him as he flew even faster.
Amidst these streams of light, there were two acquired spirit treasures, a blood-red flying dagger and a pebble that was specially used to smash people. Both of them had landed squarely on Yang Jian's back.
However, to the shock of the disciples of Jie School, the two Postnatal numinous treasures smashed onto Yang Jian's body. Apart from giving him the strength to move forward, they could not make him spit out half a mouthful of blood!
Vomiting blood?
Yang Jian's aura did not fluctuate at all. How could he vomit blood?
At that moment, his physical body had improved by a few levels compared to when he saved his mother in the Celestial Court.
He first obtained the precious blood of the Black Turtle, then the blood of Zu Wu, and then the Nine Revolutions Hegemonic Pill. Now, he could not be injured unless he was a powerful numinous treasure.
On the other hand, it was painful to be smashed by the two numinous treasures. Yang Jian secretly gritted his teeth and thought about how he should smash them back later.
Suddenly, a three-colored light wall appeared in front of him, which was the boundary of the formation.
Yang Jian waved his hand in a circle, and the formation immediately sensed it. It surged with rays of light to strengthen itself. With a loud bang, Yang Jian's fist momentum was steadily blocked by the formation.
The middle-aged man who presided over the formation sneered and was about to fully activate the formation to prevent Yang Jian from escaping. Suddenly, he saw that Yang Jian had wrapped himself in a gray aura and stepped toward the formation wall.
"What … what kind of magical power is this?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. He watched blankly as Yang Jian walked out of the formation without any hindrance.
Yang Jian flew forward for dozens of miles. He felt that the ground was stable and the Qi of Heaven and Earth was in order. Then, he stopped.
He still had to fight, but he could not fight in the enemy's formation.
When he turned around, the few figures who were chasing after him stopped suspiciously. They did not know what Yang Jian was planning.
The middle-aged immortal who led the group flew over first. Like the others, he was also wrapped in black aura, and his original aura and appearance could not be identified.
Although the Soul-stealing Nail was vicious, it was very common. Using it to kill Jiang Shang would not get him into trouble.
The middle-aged immortal shouted coldly, "Yang Jian, hand over Jiang Shang!"
"Oh?" Yang Jian looked around and did not see Shen Gongpao. He smiled and said, "What if I don't hand him over?"
"You're courting death!"
The middle-aged immortal shouted. He raised his hand and thousands of light spots shot toward Yang Jian in the night.
Facing the peak of Daira, Yang Jian did not dare to be too careless. He took out the three-pointed, double-edged spear and waved it in front of him. It formed an impenetrable wall of spear shadows and swept away all the cold lights.
The middle-aged immortal flew into the sky and pressed his hands down. The Heaven Earth Essence Qi within a 500-mile radius was suddenly sucked out, turning into two huge palms that smashed toward Yang Jian.
Yang Jian also leaped up and went straight for the peak of Daira. The three-pointed, double-edged spear shone with faint starlight as it slashed horizontally!
Buzz —
The crescent blade arc cut a large palm made of Spirit Qi, but Yang Jian's figure was faster than the light arc. He had already rushed to within a thousand feet of the middle-aged immortal.
The immortal was shocked. He knew that Yang Jian's body was strong. If he got close, he could even injure a Quasi-Saint mighty figure! How would he dare to use his immortal body to block it? He immediately used the Abnormality Transposition Technique and appeared ten thousand feet away. He cast the technique again and used the power of his essence soul to borrow Spirit Qi from thousands of miles away to continuously attack Yang Jian.
Yang Jian kept waving the three-pointed, double-edged spear in his hand. His figure did not stop for a moment, shattering all the surging Spirit Qi that was attacking him.
"Uncle-Master, we're here to help!"
With a few whistles, the third-generation disciples of the Jie School also attacked. They kept teleporting, chasing after Yang Jian and attacking him fiercely.
Yang Jian completely ignored them. He let the light hit him, not leaving any injuries. He only cared about charging forward!
Gradually, he got closer and closer to the immortal. The continuous teleportation took a lot of effort. After a few times, the middle-aged immortal at the peak of Daira slowed down a little …
"Heh."
With a chuckle, Yang Jian's figure suddenly sped up. Before the middle-aged immortal finished teleporting, he had already pounced in front of him.
The spear swept across and smashed into the immortal's chest.
A few protective treasures lit up on the middle-aged immortal's body, but they were instantly shattered by the spear.
Bang!
The immortal was smashed to the ground, causing billowing smoke and dust to rise.
"Uncle-Master!"
"Yang Jian! How can you be so ruthless! "
Yang Jian pursed his lips. If he was really ruthless, he would not have used the spear to sweep just now. Instead, he would have used the tip of the spear to stab.
The peak of Daira was actually a dabbler. He did not have any powerful mystical abilities or powerful Dharma treasures.
Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand and used Xuanqi to conjure a few images in front of him.
"Fellow Daoist, are you the Uncle-Master of Jie School? I wonder which Uncle-Master of Jie School you are from, Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters? "
The images around Yang Jian gradually became clear. The few figures suddenly stopped, and their eyes were filled with panic.
Weren't those images the few of them discussing how to kill Jiang Shang and the God roll in the forest?
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Before the Golden Crow fell, I happened to meet the few of you in the forest. At that time, the few of you were discussing what to do tonight?"
"You!"
"Yang Jian, don't go too far!"
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