At that moment, the entire Shang Army camp was filled with gloom. Although the soldiers did not know what had happened in front of them, they could understand the outcome.
The immortals who represented the Shang Army seemed to have died miserably.
The deafening cheers from 50 kilometers away were proof.
In the main tent of the Middle Army, Wen Zhong seemed to have suddenly become much thinner. His eyes were sunken. He sat on the main seat and did not move for a long time.
Ever since he went to Golden Ao Island and obtained the help of "Fellow Daoist Shen", the ten Heavenly Lords had set up the Ten Absolute Arrays.
Describing Wen Zhong's state of mind as full of twists and turns was truly the most appropriate.
First, the ten Heavenly Lords killed in all directions with the Ten Absolute Arrays. Dozens of days later, the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism actually came together, causing Wen Zhong to break out in cold sweat.
However, after the twelve Golden Immortals arrived, they could not break the array formation. Wen Zhong was overjoyed. However, before he could be happy for long, Yang Jian stood up and worked with the mighty figures of Chanism to break five arrays in a row!
At that time, Wen Zhong was almost in despair. He felt that Yang Jian was too unreasonable. He was clearly a third-generation disciple, but he was so domineering.
However, Zhao Gongming's sudden arrival caused waves in Wen Zhong's Dao heart. However, Zhao Gongming seemed to be deliberately playing with him. In the beginning, he only grinned, causing Wen Zhong to be at a loss.
Fortunately, Zhao Gongming displayed his divine might and fought the twelve Golden Immortals. The sharpness of the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl was unstoppable …
Just as Wen Zhong felt that he could win the battle, Yang Jian stepped forward again and defeated Zhao Gongming …
At that moment, that matter had been turned around countless times. There was a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, but it was met with a severe warning and a sudden turn of events.
When the Three Xiao Immortals appeared, Wen Zhong, who felt that he was already numb, saw hope again. However, in less than half a day, the two Saints of Chanism and Ren School actually arrived personally and crushed that hope mercilessly!
At that moment, Wen Zhong was only thinking about one thing.
"Could it be that the Shang Dynasty can no longer be saved …"
Wen Zhong had already seen through it without the need for 'Mo Fei'. He felt a wave of sadness in his heart.
Four of the eight disciples of Jie School had died in this battle. However, the Saint of Jie School did not appear. Instead, he gave a strict order that his disciples were not allowed to enter the South Continent.
The despair in Wen Zhong's heart had already overshadowed the clarity of his Dao heart.
"Grand Preceptor!"
A general rushed in from outside the tent. "The Zhou army is advancing towards our army!"
"Pass down my order, the entire army is to be on alert, build trenches, and hang up the no-fight sign."
"Yes!"
The general left hurriedly. Wen Zhong sat there in a daze.
What should he do? What else could he do?
He did not expect that he had no clue at all. The third-generation disciples of Chanism could ask their masters for help, but he could not send the communication jade token to his master, the Goddess of Golden Spirit.
"Forget it. Let's do it this way." Wen Zhong sighed softly. As if he had found some motivation, he stood up and walked out of the camp.
The old general buried his loyalty and wanted to block the Zhou army for another ten years.
"Yang Jian …"
Wen Zhong muttered the name again, but the waves in his Dao heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Perhaps we weren't opponents from the start. If you wanted to kill me, I would have already entered the Divine Seal Decree."
Wen Zhong muttered to himself. His heart gradually calmed down. It was like a pool of stagnant water.
In the Zhou camp, the army had already advanced five kilometers. Yang Jian sent King Wu and the officials back to the city at the entrance of the camp.
"I've made a wasted trip, Your Majesty."
"It's only right. The Three Pure Ones have personally arrived to protect the foundation of the Zhou Nation. Not to mention waiting at the side, it's also a blessing to send tea and water to the front."
Ji Fa looked a little regretful. Clearly, he knew the status of the Saints in the Dao Sect. Unfortunately, he did not have the chance to meet them.
"I have already ordered people to build Miao Temples in various parts of the Zhou Nation to offer incense to the two Sect Masters."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Yang Jian bowed and thanked him. Ji Fa hurriedly helped him up.
The ruler and minister, who did not look like a ruler and minister, said a few more words about the battle between the armies. Yang Jian said that he could defeat Wen Zhong tomorrow. Ji Fa was immediately overjoyed.
After sending Ji Fa and the officials away, Yang Jian did not stay idle. He called many generals in the army over and arranged the next plan.
The Zhou Army would advance 80 kilometers today and face the merchant camp 20 kilometers away. After setting up the camp, they would wait for Yang Jian's next order.
Huang Feihu and the others had watched the battle for so long. At that moment, they were already in awe of Yang Jian. Originally, after Yang Jian gave the order, they would give some suggestions. Now, they only listened from the side. Yang Jian said that they would camp and not fight, so they would camp and not fight.
After sending the generals away, Yang Jian took out the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice to play with.
Such a numinous treasure could be enlarged at will. After a simple sacrificial refinement, Yang Jian could unleash a portion of the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice's power.
Later, he still had to find a trustworthy general to let him control the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice. After all, he cultivated his physical body and the power of his essence soul was not too strong. He could not unleash the power of the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice to its limits.
Primordial Chaos Qi, the intent of the Great Dao.
To be able to be named with the word Primordial Chaos, it was truly an extremely powerful treasure. Unfortunately, the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice was only a top-notch Connate numinous treasure and not a Connate Cardinal treasure.
Yang Jian carefully experienced it and gradually figured out the surface of the treasure …
Hiroshige and the others did not have their Three Flowers and Five Qi cut off by the Nine Bends Yellow River Array Formation. Instead, they had their mystical abilities transformed by the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice controlled by Yun Xiao.
There seemed to be a few Primordial Auras hidden in the golden chalice. The Dao runes mixed with those auras were rather complicated. They were different from any Great Dao that Yang Jian knew.
If he really wanted to understand the secrets of the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice, he would probably not be able to comprehend it without tens of thousands of years. However, what Yang Jian wanted was the ability to transform the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice into a cultivator's cultivation. There was no need for him to figure it out.
It was enough that he knew how to use it.
From the results of this battle, he had really gained a lot …
Just as Yang Jian was about to sigh, a jade light flashed. A small jade token appeared in front of Yang Jian. Yuding Zhenren's voice sounded.
"I forgot to tell you something. This treasure is lent to you. Take good care of it. Teacher has ordered that when Yun Xiao escapes from Qilin Cliff, you will return it. "
Without waiting for Yang Jian to say anything, the jade token turned into light spots and dissipated …
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. He felt that he was just rejoicing for nothing. He still had to return such a treasure.
Why did he have to return it personally?
Yang Jian pondered for a while. How could he figure out the thoughts of a Saint? He did not think too much about it. He closed his eyes to rest and recover his cultivation level.
At sunset, Yang Jian had mostly recovered. He stood up and left the military camp.
He scanned with his spiritual senses and saw that the Zhou army and the Shang army had set up camp twenty kilometers apart. There were ravines between the two armies, and they seemed to be defending.
With a chuckle, Yang Jian did not go forward immediately. Instead, he flew towards Mount Qi.
The God-Conferment Platform at the top of Mount Qi was already covered by the golden array formation. Yang Jian carefully sensed that the array formation was set up by the God roll itself. With the God roll as the array core, it connected the many Dao laws in the world and turned the place into a metal plate.
Could it be that the Heavenly Book has become a spirit …
"Second Master." A golden-armored immortal general walked out of the array and knelt on one knee with a long halberd in front of him. His face was filled with gratitude.
At that moment, Bai Jian seemed to have an aura that surpassed Daira Jinxian. Although he was only an essence soul, his entire body was shining with golden light. There was no longer any hidden worries.
Yang Jian waved his hand and helped him up. He smiled and said, "There's no need to stand on ceremony. I'm here to ask something. Are the essence souls that were stored in the God roll still conscious? Can I talk to them? "
Bai Jian smiled and said, "Second Master, you'll know when you see them."
Yang Jian's expression was a little strange. He followed Bai Jian into the array formation. A golden light landed on him. Everything seemed to be under his control.
The Investiture of the Gods recognized him.
After entering the array, a scene that stunned Yang Jian appeared in front of him.
Golden light flickered gently. Yang Jian's mind swayed. He was actually in front of an immortal abode. The surroundings were surrounded by immortal aura. There was a shining golden plaque hanging on the door of the abode. There were three words written on it!
"Divine General Abode?"
Yang Jian muttered. Bai Jian had already pushed open the door respectfully and led Yang Jian in.
Inside the door, there were many figures. When these figures saw Yang Jian, they immediately rushed forward. However, Bai Jian raised his hand and used golden light to suppress them. All of them were sealed on the spot.
The ten Heavenly Lords, Immortal Long-eared Dingguang, Zhao Gongming, Bi Xiao, Qiong Xiao … There were also Xue Xiaohu, Han Dulong, and a few other disciples of Chanism …
All the Immortals who had entered the Investiture of the Gods were gathered here.
Bai Jian said in a low voice, "Apart from the Divine General Abode, there's also the Mortal General Abode. It's where the mortals go after entering the God roll."
Yang Jian nodded and chuckled. He took a step forward and walked in front of Zhao Gongming. He raised his hand and dissipated the golden light around Zhao Gongming.
With a single thought, the scenery around them suddenly changed. Zhao Gongming and Yang Jian appeared in a pavilion, surrounded by mountains and lofty ridges …
Illusion?
To the essence soul, it was an abnormally realistic illusion.
"What do you think?" Yang Jian asked softly. With a wave of his hand, a stone table and stone stools appeared in the pavilion. There was also immortal wine.
"I didn't expect to live after dying." Zhao Gongming sighed softly. "That's fate. Forget it, forget it."
"The Sea-Calming Divine Pearl is with me." Yang Jian said, "I'm afraid it'll be difficult to return it to you. If you mind, we won't interact with each other in the future. If you don't mind, we can drink and have fun in the future and befriend each other. "
"It's just a numinous treasure. It's just a worldly possession!"
Zhao Gongming waved his hand and laughed loudly. However, there was a hint of desolation in his laughter.
He sat down. "Come, come, come. I couldn't defeat you in a fight previously. Now, I really have to regain some face in a drinking contest!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Yang Jian waved his arms and rolled up his sleeves. There were some dishes beside the wine. The two of them did not say anything and drank to their hearts' content.
Zhao Gongming took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly turned red.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Don't make me look down on you. Why are you crying like this?"
"I'm already dead. Can't you let me cry? You're really overbearing! " Zhao Gongming cursed back, "You implicated my three sisters. I'm useless as an elder brother!"
Yang Jian did not say anything and raised his head to drink.
"You and I have our own standpoints previously. I don't hate you." Zhao Gongming took a deep breath. "I just feel that it's too aggrieving."
"Let's drink. It won't be too late to say that after becoming a god."
"That's right. I'm a little sentimental again. Let's drink. Let's toast you!"
Zhao Gongming raised his cup and Yang Jian clinked it with him. The two of them raised their heads and drank. They looked at each other and could not help but chuckle.
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