Connate numinous treasure, Five-Wheel Cattail Fan Lightning.
After Yang Jian obtained the Lightning Fan, he had not used it much because his essence soul cultivation was far inferior to his body cultivation.
This time, when he took it out and swept it, thousands of bolts of lightning stopped the million Shang troops. Although they did not injure a single person, they scared the mortal soldiers until their faces turned pale and they lost all fighting spirit.
Zhang Guifang was also a little unsure of Yang Jian's strength. Faced with such a situation, she had no choice but to retreat ten miles.
Fortunately, he had captured Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji just now. The first battle was not without merit.
After the lightning, a charred mark that was 100 feet wide and stretched for dozens of kilometers appeared on the plain.
The Zhou Army looked at the white-robed young man on the platform from afar, their eyes filled with fervor.
"Return to the camp and guard against night attacks by the Shang army."
After leaving behind this order, Yang Jian floated down from the high platform and went straight to the main tent of the central army.
Zhi Jian and Yao Gonglin were waiting in the main tent. The two of them were only training soldiers and did not go to the battlefield directly. They did not have any specific positions in the Zhou Army and were like Yang Jian's guards.
When they saw Yang Jian walking over with a smile, they felt a little strange. They had clearly lost and two generals had been captured. Why did Second Master seem to be in a good mood …
"Second Master, what's wrong?"
"Huh? It's fine. "Yang Jian waved his hand." Keep an eye on the movements of the Shang army. I'll save the two generals later. "
Zhi Jian said, "Second Master, the general of the Shang Army seems to have a cultivation level. I wonder where he came from."
Yang Jian pondered for a while and said, "Don't bother about him. Most of these people of unknown origins just want to make a living in the God-Conferment Realm."
"Second Master, why don't I go and kill Zhang Guifang …"
Yao Gonglin made a beheading gesture. Zhi Jian nodded slightly at the side.
"There are many mysteries about the God-Conferment Realm. It's not as simple as killing them." Yang Jian sat on the main seat and pondered for a while.
Since Zhang Guifang, the famous "jinx" on the God roll, was here, his junior brother, Nezha, would probably come to help in the next few days. He still had to leave her for his junior brother to gain battle merits, so there was naturally no need to kill her now.
The problem was that Jiang Shang had witnessed the battle between Nezha and Zhang Guifang and felt that his cultivation was too low. Therefore, he went to Kunlun Mountain to seek an audience with the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi. However, he was scolded by the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi, so he took the List of Deification back to West Qi and built a Deification Platform to hang on it.
He couldn't go back to Kunlun Mountain and cry because of Zhang Guifang, could he?
Wouldn't that be too similar to his own uncle?
What should be done? It would be best if he could obtain the Divine Seal Decree as soon as possible.
Or perhaps, when the time came, the Grandmaster would send someone to deliver the Divine Seal Decree?
Although Yang Jian could not directly change the names on the Investiture of the Gods, if he could obtain this treasure earlier, he might be able to find some of the mysteries contained in the Heavenly Book.
He messed with Jiang Shang. If he messed with Jiang Shang, all the things he knew about the God Conferment had changed.
What made Yang Jian even more speechless was that he did not have the ability to divine and deduce. He could only rely on his own brain to think about many things. It was quite tiring.
However, there was nothing he could do. He had accidentally stepped onto this path and dug this pit …
"Prime Minister!"
Outside the tent, Huang Feihu rushed over with a group of generals. Huang Feihu was filled with excitement as he shouted, "Prime Minister, why didn't you use immortal arts to destroy the Shang army?"
"King Wucheng, you must be joking." Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. "Since it's an immortal art, how can it take the lives of mortals?"
Huang Feihu was speechless. After a moment of silence, he asked, "General Nan and Zhou Ji were taken away by Zhang Guifang. That Zhang Guifang has demonic arts. She can make people unable to move just by standing there and shouting. What should we do?"
"I'll go and save the two generals now." Yang Jian stood up. "I have an escape technique. I can go to the enemy without them noticing."
A general hurriedly shouted, "No! How can we let the Prime Minister take the risk? "
"It's fine." Yang Jian smiled. In front of everyone, he turned around and disappeared.
When everyone saw Yang Jian's abilities, they looked at each other.
However, they did not know that a general like Huang Feihu would only be in charge of commanding the army in the future. Those who fought in front of the formation were not ordinary people.
In less than ten minutes after Yang Jian escaped, he heard a gust of wind. A figure came from the sky, causing the tent to be filled with sand.
When the sand dissipated, Yang Jian was already sitting in the main seat. Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji had fainted at the side.
The generals hurriedly went forward to wake the two generals up. They praised the Prime Minister's abilities …
Yang Jian and Huang Feihu discussed their countermeasures. Suddenly, they heard someone report that Zhang Guifang was calling for a fight outside.
"Prime Minister!" Huang Feihu was also unyielding. "I'll go and experience his demonic arts again. I won't fall for his trap this time!"
"King Wucheng, you can't." Yang Jian shook his head. Just as he was about to persuade Huang Feihu, he suddenly heard a guard report outside the tent.
"Prime Minister, someone from the Prime Minister's residence in the city has sent a report. He said that your junior brother, Nezha, has come to the Prime Minister's residence. The Prime Minister's wife asked if this Nezha can enter the military camp to meet the Prime Minister! "
Yang Jian could not help but laugh. This junior brother of his, who he had the best relationship with, really could not stand being nagged.
"Let him come quickly. I was just worried that there was no one who could subdue Zhang Guifang's demonic arts."
The guard outside the tent received the order and left. Huang Feihu muttered Nezha's name and quickly asked, "Is this Nezha the little benefactor who saved me that day?"
Yang Jian nodded and said with a smile, "This junior brother of mine is very powerful. He has cultivated the lotus body. Naturally, he is not afraid of Zhang Guifang's demonic arts."
"If he's really my benefactor, there's really nothing to be afraid of!" Huang Feihu was also excited.
Ten minutes later, a figure rushed in from outside the tent. He called out his senior brother and jumped in with a clear laugh.
The handsome young man in a lotus robe and a lotus leaf skirt held a long spear. When he saw that there were generals around him, he hurriedly stopped smiling and cupped his fists at Yang Jian.
"Uh, I'm Nezha, a disciple of Perfected Taiyi of Qianyuan Mountain. Greetings, Prime Minister! Today, I'm here to help the Prime Minister on behalf of my master! "
"Dispense with the formalities." Yang Jian smiled and said, "I won't confer you a martial title for the time being. I'll let the entire army line up. Go and teach the general of the Shang army a lesson. I'll reward you after you contribute. How about that?"
"Ah!" Nezha immediately summoned the Wind-Fire Wheels. "I'll go and meet that fellow now!"
"Don't be anxious. It will take some time for the army to move." Yang Jian sent the order. The entire camp quickly became lively.
Nezha asked in confusion, "Am I not enough alone? Why do you still need to send the army? "
"This is a war. You'll understand if you learn more." Yang Jian could not be bothered to explain. He smiled and waved his hand. "Come over. I'll introduce you to the generals in the army."
Huang Feihu, who was waiting at the side, cupped his fists and shouted, "Benefactor, Huang Feihu's family is indebted to you for saving them! We're really fated to meet again today! "
Although the generals of the Zhou Army saw that Nezha was too young and felt that he was a little unreliable, they thought that their Prime Minister was young to begin with. He might be an old immortal who had lived for many years, so they felt relieved.
Nezha was going to stay in the army in the future. Yang Jian introduced him to a few generals with real power in the Zhou Army to make it convenient for him to do things in the future.
Two hours later, the two armies set up their formations again.
According to Yang Jian's instructions, Nezha put on a silver-white chain armor outside his lotus robe. He changed his lotus leaf skirt to a brown battle skirt and wore gilded battle boots. However, his hairstyle did not change. It was still his iconic bun.
The vanguard of the vanguard officially appeared!
Nezha stood in front of the Zhou Army's battle formation with the Wind-Fire Wheels and the Fire-tipped Spear on his shoulder. His face was solemn.
If one came, he would beat one. If a pair came, he would beat a pair!
Zhang Guifang rode her horse over and pointed at Nezha. She shouted, "General, report your name!"
"I'm Nezha!"
"Oh?" Zhang Guifang raised her eyebrows. She had never heard of Nezha's name. After all, the matter of Nezha had only happened in the past ten years and had yet to spread in the Primordial World.
The Azure Dragon Pass in the Primordial World was tens of thousands of kilometers away from Chentang Pass.
Nezha asked, "Are you the commander?"
His words were filled with disdain. There was a cold smile on his lips that was rather dazzling under the Golden Crow's light.
Zhang Guifang was furious. She cursed, "How dare you tease me! Prepare to die! "
After saying that, he charged forward.
The Wind-Fire Wheels under Nezha's feet emitted flames. He leaned forward slightly and charged forward with a whoosh.
Zhang Guifang raised her eyebrows. She knew that he was also a cultivator. She no longer hid. Layers of fog covered her body. She grabbed a spear and stabbed at Nezha's pouncing figure.
Who could see the soldiers on both sides clearly when the immortals fought?
Mortals could only hear an explosion, as if thunder had landed. Following that, waves of wind and waves were stirred up in the battlefield.
Huang Feihu, who was riding on the Five-colored Divine Ox, was secretly shocked. Yang Jian stood on the war chariot calmly.
The two of them were fighting intensely. Yang Jian naturally knew that Nezha was only testing the waters, and Zhang Guifang was already doing her best.
Finally, the horse let out a long neigh and fell to the ground. Zhang Guifang took the opportunity to roll out.
Nezha stopped attacking and grabbed the Fire-tipped Spear with his left hand. He smiled and said, "Is that all you have?"
"You!" Zhang Guifang sneered. She gathered the breath in her chest and shouted, "Nezha, get off the horse!"
Nezha blinked and felt a gust of evil wind blow past him, causing his lotus root body to feel a little cold.
However … it was only slightly cold.
"Nezha, get off the horse!"
"Are you stupid? Uncle? "Nezha reminded helplessly." I'm riding a wheel. "
Zhang Guifang's expression changed. Although she found it difficult to say it, she was at her wit's end. She cursed again, "Nezha, get off the wheel!"
Yang Jian was amused by this scene.
This junior brother is really becoming more and more strange.
Nezha sighed helplessly and said, "You can actually command a million troops with your appearance. How laughable."
"You!"
"Hmph!" Nezha leaned forward. The speed of the Wind-Fire Wheels suddenly increased, and the Fire-tipped Spear arrived in front of Zhang Guifang's neck in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jian suddenly sent a voice transmission. "Don't kill him first. He's still useful."
Nezha changed his move at the last moment and sent Zhang Guifang flying. He almost broke Zhang Guifang's bones.
Zhang Guifang screamed and landed in the Shang army. She fainted, and the Shang army was in chaos.
Yang Jian waved his left hand, and the flag behind him fluttered. There were flag bearers waving the flag everywhere, and the drums shook the sky.
Everyone attack!
Huang Feihu, who had been holding back his anger, finally had a chance to vent. The Five-colored Divine Ox rushed at the front. More than ten generals of the Zhou Army were scattered everywhere, leading hundreds of thousands of troops into the Shang army's formation.
The sound of the horses' hooves was like thunder.
The sounds of killing shook the sky!
A million troops fought on the plains. In just a short while, blood flowed like a river, and dead souls filled the air.
Yang Jian stood on the war chariot and witnessed that scene. His heart floated into the clouds …
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