At first, Yang Jian felt that Uncle-Master Huang Long was a little unreliable, but after thinking about it, he was surprised.
This red sand array could destroy spiritual treasures, and Yang Jian's mystic body was also itchy from being hit by the red sand; however, the wooden stick that Huanglong Daoist was holding did not have any aura fluctuations, yet it was unharmed in the red sand array.
Could it be that this treasure stick was related to the Ancestral Dragon?
Yang Jian was puzzled. On the other side, the twelve Gold Immortals looked like they were about to quarrel.
Chijing Jing was honest and kind, seeing that Huanglong was breaking the array like it was child's play, he asked softly, "Eldest Senior Brother, why don't I go into the array to help?"
Hiroshige thought for a while, and looked like he was about to nod.
"Second Senior Brother's words are not advisable," Manjusri Heavenly Lord Guangfa said sternly, "Senior Brother Huanglong dares to break the array, he has his own reliance. His Dharma is profound, and he has remarkable abilities. If we help, I'm afraid we will make him unhappy."
Pu Xian also said, "Senior Brother Huanglong is very prideful, you and I know it when we were cultivating in Kunlun Mountain, we can't just go and help."
Perfected Taiyi snorted coldly, "What's the use of being prideful? I'll go and get them out of the array now! "
Manjusri said, "Why are you in such a hurry? What's the harm in waiting for a while? "
Perfected Taiyi's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, "Could it be that you can't bear to see my Eldest Senior Nephew's amazing Xuangong, and want him to lose his cultivation in this red sand array?"
"Junior Brother Taiyi, how can you say that?" Ju Liusun could not help but speak, "We, the twelve Golden Immortals, are the pillars of Chanism, we should be united, don't make a fool of ourselves in front of Jie Sect!"
Lingbao Great Daoist, who was squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep, chuckled, and all his words were in his laughter.
Hiroshige finally spoke, "Junior Brothers, stop fighting, with Junior Brother Yuding here, Martial Nephew Yang Jian will be fine."
As soon as he said that, the immortals seemed to have thought of something and looked at Yuding Zhenren who was sitting in the corner.
As soon as he said that, the immortals seemed to have thought of something and looked at Yuding Zhenren who was sitting in the corner.
It seemed to be some kind of Dao rune, but it was unknown what kind of supernatural power it was. Perfected Yu Ding could always make people subconsciously ignore his existence. Carefully savoring it, it seemed to be a wondrous state of merging with heaven and earth. It was not something ordinary cultivators could achieve.
That was right, Yuding was here, the Ten Arrays could be broken easily.
They valued the Ten Absolute Arrays so much and were so anxious. However, the matter of breaking the Ten Absolute Arrays had unknowingly become the best opportunity for Perfected Yu Ding to train his disciples.
Only Perfected Taiyi, who knew Yu Ding well, could not help but twitch his mouth.
Taiyi was well aware of Yuding's temperament.
If Yang Jian and the Huanglong Daoist were really trapped in the Red Sand Formation, they would definitely not die, but they would definitely suffer a lot. Only at the moment of life and death would Yuding lend a helping hand.
Along the way, Yang Jian had been taken care of by his master most of the time.
"There seems to be a change in the formation!"
Perfected Lord Qingxu Daode suddenly spoke. Perfected Taiyi also focused his mind and his divine perception enveloped the red sand array.
Within the red sand formation, the baleful aura condensed into black snakes that resembled strands of hair, constantly attacking the two.
Zhang Shao seemed to be anxious. The red sand that filled the sky began to change, sometimes transforming into ten thousand swords, sometimes transforming into a forest of spears and a sea of blades.
Yang Jian was already standing in front of the Huanglong Daoist, wielding the three-tipped, double-edged spear in his hand as he continued to brandish it, shattering the incoming attacks.
Dragon Spear Wondrous Dharma Indestructible Body, Xuan Gang became shadows dancing the universe!
The twelve Golden Immortals could not see the location of the Dharma Altar from outside the formation, but after careful calculation, Yang Jian and the Huanglong Daoist seemed to be approaching the Dharma Altar in the formation!
Inside the Red Sand Formation!
"Martial Nephew, take care."
Huang Long suddenly called out to Yang Jian. He grabbed the unsightly looking dead wood and threw it into the air. The dead wood landed on his palm and pointed at a certain place.
"This way!"
"Okay!" Yang Jian agreed and rushed forward with the Huanglong Daoist in the direction pointed by the dead wood.
The Red Sand Formation was like a sea of blood, about to crush Yang Jian and the Huanglong Daoist into a meat patty.
Although the Huanglong Daoist did not have any treasures, her Dharmic powers were extremely strong. Although she could not resist the baleful aura, she could reduce a lot of pressure on Yang Jian.
"This way!"
"This way!"
"Quick, quick, quick! I feel that we are very close to the guy who scattered the sand! "
It felt like …
At that time, Yang Jian staggered and almost fell.
The red sand was getting thicker and thicker. They felt like they were running on the ground. If an ordinary person were to fall into this place, he would be turned into ashes in an instant.
In front of them, the red sand suddenly condensed into a wall. Yang Jian jumped up and the Huanglong Daoist held onto Yang Jian's shoulder tightly and jumped up as well …
Yang Jian swung the three-pointed, double-edged spear in his hand and the red sand disappeared, revealing an empty space with a diameter of ten feet.
The red sand formed a bucket, and at the bottom of the bucket was the four Dharma Altars. On the altar, there was a Daoist with disheveled hair and a 'dustpan' in his hands …
Zhang Shao of the Ten Heavenly Lords!
"Martial Nephew, go!"
The Huanglong Daoist shouted and Yang Jian had already rushed out.
"How is this possible? How dare you break my formation like this! " Zhang Shao gritted his teeth and roared. He swung the dustpan in his hand at Yang Jian and scattered a red sand with a hint of gold!
Yang Jian rushed forward too quickly and crashed into the sand as if there was no obstruction. The three-pointed, double-edged spear was raised and swung down, but Zhang Shao was chopped vertically like firewood.
The dragon spear was stained with blood and Yang Jian was also splashed with blood. He stood there and panted lightly.
The red sand formation slowly collapsed and the red sand in the sky sank everywhere.
The Huanglong Daoist felt that something was wrong and immediately rushed forward.
"Martial Nephew, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine, the sand got into my eyes …" Yang Jian said softly. His eyes were tightly shut and the corners of his eyes were red and swollen.
But his divine sense was not hindered and he could see everything around him.
At this time, the red sand was falling from the sky. The Huanglong Daoist grabbed Yang Jian's arm and rushed into the sky. She let out a dragon roar and brought Yang Jian back to the Zhou camp.
"Quick! Martial Nephew's eyes are injured! "
The Huanglong Daoist shouted. The twelve Golden Immortals and many disciples immediately surrounded them.
Yuding Zhenren was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Yang Jian. He told Yang Jian not to move and carefully observed Yang Jian's eyes. Then, he took out a spirit pill and fed it to Yang Jian carefully.
His master said, "Rest for a few days. This sand is quite powerful."
"Yes, Master." Yang Jian agreed. Nezha and Huang Tianhua ran over to support him, but he pushed them away with a smile.
"Although I cultivate my body, I have some essence soul cultivation." Yang Jian closed his eyes and walked around without any hindrance.
The Huanglong Daoist coughed.
"The Red Sand Array has been broken. Half of the Ten Absolute Arrays have been broken by our Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian. Let's rest for a few days. This matter will be spread to the Three Realms."
The immortals agreed. All of them were looking at the wooden stick in the Huanglong Daoist's hand.
Yang Jian walked over and grabbed the Huanglong Daoist's arm. He asked in a low voice, "Uncle-Master, what's the origin of that treasure of yours?"
"Why, do you want it?" The Huanglong Daoist chuckled and took out the dead wood. She threw it into Yang Jian's arms. "Take it. Don't say that I'm not generous! I still have a pile of firewood for this! "
Yang Jian was in a mess. He held the wooden stick in his hand and squeezed it gently. He actually crushed a piece of it.
Perfected Huang Long sent a voice transmission, "This is not a treasure. It's just a piece of immortal wood in the woodshed at the back of Kunlun Mountain. It has some effect of breaking evil."
"Then just now, Uncle-Master …"
"Although I don't have any treasures and my luck isn't that good, I have a tough life. If the heavens don't stop me, the earth doesn't care! Haha, go and rest. "
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment.
Tough life?
That works too?
Divine powers are useless. It's not as tough as the source of fortune?
Yang Jian sighed and returned to the camp with the twelve Golden Immortals. They agreed to continue breaking the array five days later.
Yang Jian suddenly remembered a little fable that he had heard when he was young. An old man poured oil into the mouth of a copper coin without spilling a single drop. The old man said, "Only the hands are familiar with the ears."
However, when it came to Uncle-Master Huang Long, it changed to "Only the hands are familiar with the ears" …
Forget it. I'm a little tired after a series of battles. I'll take advantage of the minor injuries in my eyes to rest for a few days.
Yang Jian chuckled and went to Ji Qianhua's small tent beside the main tent. Ji Qianhua helped him take off his armor. Then, Yang Jian took over the nest and let her go to the female soldiers' tent for a few days.
It was not a pretense in front of the elders of the sect. It was really nothing to do with the daughter of the Duke of Zhou.
In the Yang Mansion, the Water Mirror Spell gradually disappeared. The women of the Yang Mansion also felt relieved.
Feng Wu's beautiful eyes were shining. No one knew what she was thinking.
Yang Xiaochan, on the other hand, ran to Ao Xinke's side and asked if Daoist Master Huang Long had a mystical ability called 'Throwing Stick to Ask for Directions'. If he did, she would secretly learn it for fun.
Ao Xinke shook her head with a chuckle and softly explained the reason.
"Uncle-Master Huang Long is actually my elder brother. Before he transformed, he joined the Kunlun Mountain. He has a deep immortal fate and a long source of fortune."
"Due to the ancient battle with the phoenix race, the Dragons shattered the Primordial World and severely injured the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, we were punished by the Heavenly Dao. Our clansmen will definitely lack luck and owe the world. That's why Uncle-Master Huang Long has always been plagued by bad luck. Although his cultivation level is high, he has never been famous."
"However, in the Red Sand Array, if one is careless, Uncle-Master Huang Long will be in danger of dying. Therefore, it aroused his own fate, ensuring that he will not die or be injured. Therefore, no matter what he does, he can actually break the array. It has nothing to do with the wooden stick."
Little Chan 'er was even more confused. "His own fate?"
Yohime seemed to know about that. She smiled and said, "Could it be that Perfected Huang Long is the last Five-clawed Golden Dragon of the Three Realms?"
"Yes." Ao Xinke nodded gently. "Mother is right. Uncle-Master Huang Long is a Five-clawed Golden Dragon. That's why he can become a disciple of the Three Pure Ones. The totem of the ancient human race was carved according to Uncle-Master Huang Long. The destiny of the human race protects him. As long as the human race prospers, it can ensure that he will not die or be injured. "
Little Chan 'er scratched her head and became even more confused.
Perhaps, it was this kind-looking uncle who had a tough life and managed to kill his enemy?
Yang Xiaochan immediately felt the wonders of the Primordial World and praised.
…
In the Shang camp, there was a gloomy atmosphere.
The remaining five Heavenly Lords did not dare to come out of the array formation. Wen Zhong could only pace back and forth anxiously.
Wen Zhong looked in the direction of the Zhou camp and sighed.
When the Red Sand Array Master was killed by Yang Jian, he had already sent out a jade token. At that moment, he was waiting for a reply.
Wen Zhong's jade token crossed mountains and ridges. However, it arrived near Golden Ao Island and landed in the hands of a dignified Daoist.
The Daoist pondered and pinched his fingers to deduce. He frowned.
"Yang Jian … is actually so powerful? He's not even afraid of the murderous aura of the ten friends? What should I do … "
As he muttered, the Daoist suddenly saw a stream of light fly out of Golden Ao Island. His eyes lit up and he hurriedly moved forward.
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