Ever since the creation of the Primordial World, there had been countless prosperous eras in the world.
The world was like a furnace, roasting all living beings and calamities.
Too many breathtaking and peerless figures had stood towering in this world, and they had left behind too many fascinating allusions.
The Ancestral Dragon and the Primordial Phoenix were the peerless mighty figures before the Three Pure Ones achieved the Dao. When the Demon Race was still a seedling, they were the true overlords of the world, suppressing the Connate lifeforms.
It was also because of the battle between the two races that the originally boundless Primordial World was forcefully shattered into the current 3,000 Great Worlds.
Besides the Dragon Clan that lived in seclusion in the four seas, the Phoenix Clan that resided in the Undying Volcanoes, and the ancient almighty figures that had lived since the world was split open until now, no one knew exactly how many experts there were in that battle and how formidable the strongest experts were.
In the battle that shattered the Primordial World, the Phoenixes still fought to the end against the Dragons who were dozens of times more powerful than them. What they relied on was the Mystical Ability of the Phoenixes —
Nirvana.
If the Phoenix was seriously injured and on the verge of death, it would activate the Nirvana Technique and wrap itself in the Undying Divine Flame to burn for another life.
Resurrection from the dead was called Nirvana.
For a long time, the mention of 'Nirvana' was equivalent to the mention of the 'Phoenix Clan'. Apart from the Divine Phoenix, who had such an unbelievable mystical ability, no one had ever heard of any mighty being or clan in the world that could perform the Nirvana Technique.
Yang Jian did it.
Although he was a little muddle-headed, he still did it.
It would be fine if he had only relied on the Phoenix feather to "Nirvana" once.
However, the sixth level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, the Natal Mystical Ability that Yang Jian had comprehended was Nirvana!
Of course, it was impossible for him to completely recreate the Phoenix Race's Nirvana. He was from the human race. No matter how magical his Mystic Body was, it was still different from the Phoenix.
There were still many imperfections in this Mystical Ability. However, at the very least, if Yang Jian encountered danger in the future, he could be reborn from a single drop of blood. He could use his entire body's essence, qi, and spirit as fuel to ignite the Divine Flame and reconstruct his true body …
As for why it wasn't perfect, let's not talk about it for now.
With the assistance of the phoenix feather during his first Rebirth, not only had Yang Jian's injuries completely healed, the nine Profound Beads on his spine had also improved and transformed due to the power of Rebirth, and they were already perfect and flawless. They were slightly larger than the 71 Profound Beads on his body, and they were only inferior to the Profound Bead in his head.
Simply put, Yang Jian's current Xuan Body was the most perfect state he could reach in his current realm!
It was even more powerful than when he fought against the Goddess of Golden Spirit and the Great Black Clouds Immortal!
The words "Who wants to kill me?" turned the anger in his heart into ice-cold hatred.
Her gaze swept across the sky full of fairies and gods who were fighting fiercely. She lowered her head and whispered something into the ear of the beauty in her arms. Then, she disappeared quietly and went to rest in the Black Tortoise Belt.
Yang Jian said, "Just leave it to me."
Ao Xinke felt inexplicably at ease. Looking at Yang Jian's side profile, she finally closed her eyes gently.
The Xuan Gang turned into clothes. Yang Jian casually pulled a shirt and put it on his body. He tied up his long hair again.
"Yang Jian!"
An anxious shout came from the side. Yang Jian looked over from the corner of his eye and saw the middle-aged scholar demon patriarch using a Dharma treasure to bind Mei Kongmei and drag her forward.
"Everything that happened today was all because of her! My Demon Clan has no complaints or hatred towards you! "
Yang Jian nodded slightly and did not respond.
He took a deep breath and bent his legs gently. Yang Jian's body turned into a stream of light and shot towards the Goddess of Golden Spirit in the sky!
What is this?
The demon patriarch was a little flustered and exasperated, but he still endured it. He had to endure it.
In the rumors circulating in the Primordial World, the Saints were divided into three different "levels". The strongest was the Grand Pure One, followed by the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, Daoist Jie Yin, and the Grandmaster of Heaven. Daoist Zhun Ti and Saint Nuwa were said to be the weakest.
The difference in strength was because the six Saints had relied on the merit of the world to become Saints. The only difference was how much they had accumulated before becoming Saints.
It was said that before he became a Saint, he was only a few realms away from achieving the Dao by killing three corpses.
Today, Perfected Yu Ding could block Saint Zhun Ti and the Sect Master of Chan School …
Even if Goddess Nuwa protected the demons, if Chanism really wanted to take revenge, Goddess Nuwa would not be able to protect them!
How could he not bear it?
Previously, they had secretly broken Yang Jian's seclusion. It was their revenge for Yang Jian slaughtering the demons. They could not mention the word "kill".
However, he did not expect Mei Kongmei's personal grudge to be so deep. She even disregarded everything and wanted to kill Yang Jian.
Although Yang Jian had come back to life with the heaven-defying mystical ability of Nirvana, the cultivators of the Dao Sect could see Mei Kongmei's intention to kill Yang Jian.
Even if he escaped today, the calamity of the demons might arrive in the blink of an eye. Who could guarantee that the immortals of Chanism would not wipe out the demons and vent their anger after suffering a small loss in the hands of the immortals of Jie School and losing some face!?!
The problem was not whether they wanted to kill Yang Jian, Nezha, or anyone else. The problem was that the demons had attacked the disciples of Chanism in front of the immortals of Chanism!
It concerned the dignity of the Saint's sect and the pride of Chanism in the world!
Therefore, he took advantage of the fact that Mei Kongmei was in a daze to control her and send her to Yang Jian.
He used the face of the demons and the life of a demon ancestor in an attempt to appease the anger of the immortals of Chanism.
However …
Yang Jian did not even look at her. He rushed towards the Goddess of Golden Spirit, who was being restrained by Yun Zhongzi and the Perfected Lord Qing Xu …
What is this?
Are you looking down on the demons?
They are the ancient royal family! The former ruler of the world, the master of the Celestial Court at the top of Buzhou Mountain!
Them!
The middle-aged, scholarly demon patriarch clenched his fists tightly. His eyes widened, but he did not say a word.
He stared at Yang Jian, who had soared into the sky. He watched as Yang Jian held his spear and fought the Goddess of Golden Spirit. The latter used her eight-armed mystical ability, and attacks that made his heart tremble landed on Yang Jian. However, Yang Jian was like a rock and was not injured at all.
Even an existence at the level of the Goddess of Golden Spirit had already treated Yang Jian as an opponent. She could not kill him with all her might …
Suddenly, the third-generation disciple of the Jade Void Palace, who they had thought could be crushed to death at any time in the Xuanyuan Tomb but had to worry about the revenge of Chanism, could no longer take them, the patriarchs of the demon race, seriously.
Yang Jian's meaning was actually very simple. If he wanted to kill Mei Kongmei, he would naturally attack. Mei Kongmei could not escape and had nowhere to run. There was no need for the demons to curry favor.
Yang Jian's true opponents and the figures that he really wanted to pay attention to were the true top existences in the Primordial World …
Mei Kongmei?
She could no longer be considered a huge threat to him.
"Heh …" Mei Kongmei sneered. Her gaze had already returned to calmness. Her face, which was dejected, was filled with mockery.
"If you had listened to me back then and killed Yang Jian at all costs, would you have fallen into your current situation?"
The middle-aged scholar's expression was a little ferocious as he stared at Mei Kongmei. "Enough! There are so many experts in the world and so many Saints. The demon race has been living peacefully until today! "
Mei Kongmei sneered. "He established his might with the demon race when he was just a fledgling. He even slaughtered countless talents of the demon race. He is destined to be the mortal enemy of the demon race!"
"Is that so? Mortal enemy? " The middle-aged scholar's face moved closer to Mei Kongmei. "I suddenly have a good idea. Perhaps I can turn Yang Jian into the demon race's help. For the sake of the demon race's eternal existence, how about you suffer a little? Patriarch Mei? "
Mei Kongmei recalled what the middle-aged scholar's original form was, and her face instantly turned pale.
"I'm willing to die to protect the demon race!"
"Ha, it's too late …"
The middle-aged scholar sneered. He raised his hand and drew a fog that hid the two of them …
Perfected Taiyi, who was not far away, looked at the two of them as if he was looking at dead people. He flew into the clouds.
Yang Jian and his two Uncle-Masters fought the Goddess of Golden Spirit. Compared to Yang Jian who had monopolized the Great Black Clouds Immortal and the Goddess of Golden Spirit, Yang Jian now had more opportunities to counterattack. He also had stronger offensive and defensive methods.
The Howling Celestial Dog could not participate in such a battle. It was sent by Yang Jian to protect Yao Gonglin, Zhi Jian, and the others. It was to save as many third-generation disciples of Chanism as possible.
It could be seen that a white dog was constantly scurrying around in the sky and the ground. It "picked up" some third-generation disciples of Chanism whose cultivation level was not too high and whose opponent's cultivation level was not too high from the dangerous situation.
It was extremely fast and efficient.
"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian!" Yun Zhongzi shouted, "I'll restrain her. Go and capture all the disciples of Jie School who want to harm you today!"
The Fortune Source Immortal was really kind-hearted. Even in such a situation, he did not kill them. Instead, he only said to "capture them".
"There will be a day when we settle these scores," Yang Jian said in a low voice, causing the killing intent in the Goddess of Golden Spirit's beautiful eyes to intensify.
"Yang Jian, you've won today."
The Dragon-Tiger Ruyi in the Goddess of Golden Spirit's hand flickered gently. A golden glow flashed in her eyes. "However, if I let you remain intact, I will really lose face."
Yun Zhongzi hurriedly shouted, "Disciple-Nephew, retreat!"
He immediately raised his sword and charged forward, but it was easily blocked by the Goddess of Golden Spirit.
Yang Jian's figure paused in the air for a moment, as if he was adjusting his position. He looked at the northern sky from the corner of his eye. Then, he took the initiative to pounce on the Goddess of Golden Spirit!
How could an important figure like the Goddess of Golden Spirit not have a few ruthless mystical abilities when she walked in the Primordial World?
The sanguine light that had severely injured Yang Jian and broken the limit of the Nine Profound Bead that was originally incomplete appeared in the Goddess of Golden Spirit's flickering golden figure again!
Yang Jian was prepared this time. The three-pointed, double-edged spear pulled out spear shadows.
However, the Goddess of Golden Spirit's slender hand reached into the spear shadows that filled the sky and hit Yang Jian's chest strangely!
With a muffled grunt, Yang Jian's figure was sent flying in the air. His chest collapsed again!
The Goddess of Golden Spirit seemed to be acting strangely. Her movements were a little slow. Yun Zhongzi and the Perfected Lord Qing Xu attacked again and stopped the Goddess of Golden Spirit, who wanted to chase after him.
The Goddess of Golden Spirit was really capable.
Yang Jian's body drew a trail in the air and broke through layers of clouds. He was sent flying 1,500 kilometers …
That's not right. Not only did Yang Jian's flying speed not decrease, he even used the momentum to increase it slightly?
Yang Jian's retreating figure suddenly turned around and let out a clear roar. His arms were like a hawk, and the mighty Xuanqi spewed out from behind him. His speed increased again!
In the direction that he was heading, the immortals from the two sects who were fighting were shocked.
In particular, the Long-eared Light Indestructible Immortal sensed danger. When he saw Yang Jian's cold eyes staring at him, his expression changed drastically!
Just as the Long-eared Light Indestructible Immortal was about to use his teleportation mystical ability, Yang Jian, who had crossed thousands of kilometers in the blink of an eye, had already rushed in front of him!
The three-pointed, double-edged spear was thrown by Yang Jian with all his might. It turned into a fireball and smashed towards the Long-eared Light Indestructible Immortal!
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