"Sizzle …"
The soft sound traveled to the heavens and the earth. One could even hear a pin drop in the air.
Yang Jian seemed to be empty-handed, but Moliqing's throat was cut open. Blood spurted out, and the Yuan Shen in his body was instantly destroyed. A strand of Yuan Shen floated under the Yang residence.
On Yang Jian's fingertip, a rainbow radiance shone.
A long spear condensed from the Profound Handle slowly appeared, and along with the appearance of the long spear, Yang Jian's figure also became a little faint.
In the time it takes for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, Yang Jian withstood the melody of Mo Lihai's pipa and killed Mo Liqing, while the Celestial Hound directly bit the body of the marten, crippling most of Mo Lishou's abilities.
Yang Jian casually picked up Moliqing's sword and threw it into his storage belt.
His body seemed to have adapted to the pain of being constantly torn apart. Yang Jian charged at Molihong.
The umbrella was too great of a threat. He had to get rid of it.
"Yang Jian, how dare you kill my brother!"
Molihong held the umbrella in his left hand and the sword in his right. Mo Lihai carried his pipa on his back and grabbed his spear. They charged at Yang Jian from the left and right.
Seeing this, Yang Jian began to defend himself. He slowed down his spear and blocked Molihong and Molihai effortlessly.
In terms of close combat, the four generals of the Mo family might not be able to break through Yang Jian's spear if they did not use their magic treasures together.
This spear technique was condensed by Yang Jian through the experience he gained from countless battles. It was supplemented with some Dao presence from the Cry of the Great Dao. It made Molihong and Molihai speechless.
The precious marten died right away. Mo Lishou was heartbroken. He wanted to chase after Yang Jian, but he was targeted by the Howling Celestial Dog.
The Howling Celestial Dog could bite the marten in half. Its teeth were so sharp that Mo Lishou was naturally terrified. He did not dare to let the Howling Celestial Dog bite him.
Circulating his magic power, Mo Lishou tried to stop the Howling Celestial Dog.
But Mo Lishou soon discovered that this dog seemed to be more difficult to deal with than the incarnation of Yang Jian. The divine power he cast hit it, but it was not hurt at all. At most, its charge was blocked.
In the blink of an eye, the Howling Celestial Dog rushed to Mo Lishou's back. Its body suddenly expanded to the size of a white elephant and pounced at Mo Lishou.
Mo Lishou was good at cultivating exotic beasts, and he knew how powerful his ferret was. From this, he deduced that the Howling Celestial Hound that killed the ferret in one bite was not easy to deal with.
The Celestial Howling Dog barked wildly as it chased after Mo Lishou. It added a comical feeling to the intense battle …
Unknowingly, the Howling Celestial Dog had already grown to such an extent.
On the city gate tower, Nezha's body had almost completely expelled the poison. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged and looking up at the sky. Huang Tianhua was in a similar situation. He was supported by Yao Gonglin to sit there, and his eyes were filled with emotion.
Yang Jian was called the first disciple of the third generation of Chanism. Huang Tianhua, who was arrogant when he was young, was not convinced.
However, seeing this situation today, he could only smile bitterly.
He almost lost his life when Moli Qing's sword blew out a black wind and Moli Lihong took away his flower basket.
Now, Senior Brother Yang Jian was fighting the four generals of the Mo family alone, and it was only an incarnation …
Moli Qing's corpse fell below the city. He died miserably with a huge hole in his throat. Daira Jinxian's immortal body did not rot, as if it was proving something.
"Is this the difference between us and Senior Brother Yang Jian?" Huang Tianhua murmured.
Nezha pursed his lips, "You don't have to be so dispirited. If I count my previous life, I have already cultivated for more than two thousand years. Senior Brother has only cultivated for less than a thousand years, and he is already so powerful … Yes, I really want to go up and fight!"
"That umbrella is really difficult to deal with!" Huang Tianhua gasped and looked at Nezha. Although he was a little unwilling, he still said, "Thank you."
"Sigh, it's a small matter, a small matter." Nezha waved his hand and stared at the situation in the sky. "Watch carefully and secretly learn a few moves."
Huang Tianhua smiled. Nezha and Yang Jian walked a similar path, but he was also an Essence Soul cultivator who used his Essence Soul to control Dharma treasures. He secretly learned martial arts.
"Eldest Senior Brother is … really impressive."
Jinzha and Muzha were also sighing. The two of them were not standing close to each other, so they sighed as they watched.
The two of them had never seen Yang Jian's true strength before. Seeing the dragon-like spear and god-like figure on the cloud, they felt a little stifled.
"Eldest Senior Brother's elegance is truly not something we can compare to," Muzha praised softly. Jinzha nodded, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
On the cloud, the battle between Yang Jian, Moli Hong, and Moli Hai was already in full swing. The two brothers used all their skills, but Yang Jian still had some strength to defend.
Yang Jian was using the Xuan Gang's spear, so Moli Hong's umbrella was useless.
Although Mo Lihai's jade pipa was able to restrain Yang Jian's Nascent Divinity incarnation, Yang Jian was already suffering from severe pain, and the pain had also strengthened his spirit. At most, he would only pause his movements for a moment, but it would not affect him too much.
Gradually, Moli Hong and Moli Hai began to use their Dharma powers to attack, trying to exhaust Yang Jian's incarnation of Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang.
How could Yang Jian do as they pleased?
After fighting for a long time, Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang were about to be exhausted. Yang Jian had to kill them in one strike.
He locked his target on Moli Hong and secretly deployed the Celestial Hound. He began to use the momentum to retreat, as if he was out of strength.
Moli Hong and the others were overjoyed when they saw that. Moli Hong laughed and attacked from the left and right with Moli Hai.
Yang Jian retreated once again. His figure was about to disperse from Moli Hai and Moli Hong's attacks.
But suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in Yang Jian's chest. The Xuan Gang's spear dispersed and disappeared immediately.
Yang Jian grabbed the Lightning Fan with his left hand and swung it at the two of them. The innate treasured fan immediately erupted with countless bolts, trapping Moli Hai and Moli Hong in a ball of lightning.
Yang Jian's figure suddenly became strange. He moved through the forest of lightning nimbly and launched fierce attacks at Moli Hong.
The Xuan Gang was about to be exhausted, and the Xuanqi was about to be exhausted as well …
If he could not kill the four generals of the Mo family before that happened, he would definitely be the unlucky one.
He had to take that treasured fan!
Yang Jian's goal was very clear, and the other party also sensed it. Moli Hong was about to withdraw from the sea of lightning when he suddenly heard the sound of wind behind him. He turned his head and could not help but be stunned.
It was just an immortal treasure brick, and he wanted to smack him?
Moli Hong wanted to mock him a little, but the brick was suddenly struck by lightning, and the shadow of a spear suddenly burrowed out of it!
Seventy-two Transformations!
Even if it was just an incarnation, Yang Jian had the essence of the Seventy-two Transformations. He could naturally use it with an incarnation, and it would be a little faster.
The net of lightning that filled the sky was just a distraction to distract Moli Hong and Moli Hai. The real killing move was that seemingly simple sneak attack with the brick.
The real brick was with Yang Jian's real body, but it did not make an appearance in time this time.
Let's not waste time on idle talk. Yang Jian's sneak attack was successful, and he directly took Moli Hong's life. The Xuan Gang's spear spun around, and a head flew into the air. His primordial spirit shattered on its own.
Yang Jian turned around and grabbed the treasured umbrella in his hand. His gaze fell on Moli Hai.
Moli Hai, who was originally rushing over, immediately retreated. Yang Jian did not chase after him, but descended instead.
Yang Jian shouted, "Nezha!"
Before his voice died away, he had already opened the treasured umbrella with Xuanqi, and released several flowing lights, smashing everywhere.
Nezha stepped on the Firestorm Wheels and soared into the sky from the city tower. He turned around, grabbed the Fire-tipped Spear and the Universe Ring, and passed by Yang Jian. His small face was tense, and he chased after Moli Hai.
He felt wronged, and at this time, he was even more furious. The Firestorm Wheels rotated rapidly, and he rushed behind Moli Hai in a few steps, and started a fight with him.
The Invisible Dragon Rod returned to Jinzha's hand, the Hook Sword of Wu fell on Muzha's side, and the flower basket covered Huang Tianhua. The two immediately went to help Nezha, and Sanzha beat Moli Hai to a pulp …
"Second Master!"
Zhi Jian rushed to support Yang Jian's tall and straight body, but when Zhi Jian grabbed Yang Jian, he could hardly catch him, as if Yang Jian's arm was empty.
Yang Jian's face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His light yellow robe was already drenched.
He forced a smile at Zhi Jian and sat back on the Dharma treasure chair. He heaved a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes. His incarnation began to twitch unconsciously.
Killing the four generals of the Mo Family should have been Huang Tianhua's credit. However, Huang Tianhua had avoided the death calamity today. Some of the credit had been taken away. It could be considered that the gains outweighed the losses.
"Senior Brother." Huang Tianhua looked ashamed and bowed to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian wanted to encourage him with a smile, but the corners of his mouth pulled up into a very ugly, bitter smile.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine. I've exhausted too much." Yang Jian took a deep breath. He no longer looked at Mo Lihai, who was being beaten up by the three brothers in the sky. Instead, he looked at the immortals of Jie School.
Yang Jian said, "Junior Brother, go and thank the immortals of Jie School. Thank them for not attacking when we were in danger."
The disciples of Jie School were mixed, but most of the disciples could distinguish right from wrong and were reasonable. Loyalty was even more prevalent on Golden Ao Island.
Huang Tianhua went to thank them as instructed. The immortals nodded and did not say anything. They quietly waited for the last person of the four generals of the Mo Family to die.
The last person?
That's right. Mo Lishou had already disappeared. The Howling Celestial Dog ran back to the city tower with a head in its mouth. It was Mo Lishou's head.
In the sky, Mo Lihai's face was filled with grief and indignation. There were already thousands of injuries on his body. At that moment, he could only sway.
"Yang Jian!"
Mo Lihai shouted at the bottom.
Yang Jian sat on the chair and looked up. He returned to his motionless posture. Only then did the pain in his body gradually disappear.
"Today, we've been placed in your hands. The four of us are not skilled enough. We have nothing to say!"
Mo Lihai suddenly took a deep breath. The last burst of vigorous Dharma powers erupted from his spear and forced Nezha and his brothers away.
Jinzha and Muzha immediately hid behind Nezha when they saw that. Nezha raised his spear and was about to attack!
"Hahaha!" Mo Lihai raised his head and laughed. Suddenly, he smashed his forehead.
With a bang, the zither strings vibrated and a visible blood-colored wave swept across the sky. It was like the shrill howl of a primordial spirit. Like a huge wave, it struck the primordial spirits of the cultivators within a hundred miles!
Many people with low cultivation levels bled from their seven orifices and died.
However, the mortals were safe and sound. It was unknown how they managed to do that.
"Hahahaha!"
Mo Lihai's forehead was covered in blood. His figure was on the verge of collapse. He shouted, "Yang Jian! I'll go first. You will definitely follow closely behind me in the Netherworld Road and the Heavenly Book of Godhood! "
"Why aren't the immortals of Jie School attacking!?!"
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