In the Divine General's residence, Zhao Gongming sang and drank. Yang Jian accompanied him and did not say much.
His original intention was to see Zhao Gongming. Many things had made Yang Jian admire Zhao Gongming, but he also felt a little regretful.
However, Zhao Gongming also displayed an outstanding bearing. After suffering such a great calamity, he would be restricted by the God roll in the future and serve the Celestial Court. At this moment, he could still chat and laugh with Yang Jian as if he did not mind.
Such a temperament was really lamentable.
"Yang Jian, you will definitely be a pillar of the Celestial Court in the future. Come, let me toast you. Please take care of me in the future!"
"How did you know that I would enter the Celestial Court?"
Zhao Gongming said, "You control the God roll and are the first to become a god. Why don't you enter the Celestial Court?"
The corners of Yang Jian's lips curled up. "Those who control the Divine Investiture List do not enter the Divine Investiture List. I am the Heavenly Courts' Marshal to begin with. I am only acting on the orders of Grandmaster."
"Don't say anything about not being interested in the power of the Celestial Court!"
"That place is a vanity fair, but I just want to live in peace and protect my family." Yang Jian's voice was a little tired. The many battles in the past few days had really made him a little tired.
Zhao Gongming laughed for a while and did not say anything sarcastic.
"I almost forgot. You are the nephew of the Jade Emperor. Could it be because of this that you don't want to be on duty in the Celestial Court?"
"Perhaps," Yang Jian replied noncommittally.
Zhao Gongming asked in puzzlement, "Then why are you working so hard and risking your life in the Great Tribulation?"
"What do you think?" Yang Jian asked in annoyance. He put down his wine cup, stood up, and admired the immortal clouds lingering outside the pavilion.
The clouds rippled, and the green mountains appeared.
Zhao Gongming sat there and pondered carefully. Then, he came to a realization.
"Luck on your body, the protection of the Heavenly Dao … What you want should be nothing more than these two things, right?"
"Yes, time waits for no one," Yang Jian said. "The Primordial World is too huge. If I encounter those ancient mighty figures who want to kill me without any reason, they won't care whether I've cultivated for a long time or not. Although I have the protection of the sect and Master has always been protecting me, I can only sleep peacefully in the Primordial World if I have the strength. "
"Have a good night's sleep … Heh, although what you said is superficial, it does make some sense."
Zhao Gongming shook his head and chuckled as he continued to drink by himself.
After a while, Zhao Gongming asked, "What do you think about the conferment of gods?"
"The Jie School is about to be destroyed. Chanism will be damaged. The Western Sect will take the opportunity to prosper." Yang Jian looked at Zhao Gongming. "You can interrogate the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal in the Divine General's residence. I believe you will know something."
Zhao Gongming frowned. "You mean …"
"You can experience it yourself. After all, there are two other Saints here," Yang Jian said calmly. "You are already in the God roll. You don't have to care about the matters of Jie School. You can also give me a list of immortals who have not done anything evil in Jie School. The Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice of the Three Xiao Immortals is now in my hands. If I can avoid killing them, I won't destroy their Dao foundations. "
Zhao Gongming was shocked. He looked at Yang Jian with a burning gaze.
After he died, he had thought about it and had already seen through some things. At the end of the day, the experts of Jie School had died one after another because of his background and luck.
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning and the Grand Pure One had attacked at the same time to break the Nine Bends Yellow River Array of his three foster sisters. This matter had also dealt a huge blow to Zhao Gongming …
With the two Saints working together, apart from restraining his disciple and preventing him from going to the South Continent to die, his master really could not do anything.
Moreover, the Grandmaster of Heaven was the youngest among the Three Pure Ones. He should listen to the arrangements of his two brothers …
"I originally had some complaints about Master, but now, I understand Master's difficulties." Zhao Gongming sighed softly. "That's good. I expect that many disciples will enter the calamity later. I'll write down some loyal immortals that I know. You can decide on your own."
Zhao Gongming paused. Then, he stood up and bowed to Yang Jian. "Please … show mercy on account of the Dao Sect."
Yang Jian nodded and cupped his hands in return. He sat at the side and listened to Zhao Gongming's detailed explanation of the immortals of Jie School who could be named. From that, he knew about many immortals of Jie School.
After the Yellow River Array passed, what Yang Jian had to prepare in advance was the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
The Ten Thousand Immortal Array could be considered the true "climax" of the God-Conferment Tribulation. The Saints attacked, and the Four Immortal Arrays were alarmed. Almost all the mighty figures of the Dao Sect appeared and fought.
The chances of Jie School winning were not high.
During the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, there were many casualties among the disciples of Chanism. It was also a battle that caused the Dao Sect's vitality to be greatly damaged.
It seemed that with Yang Jian's strength, he could not cause any huge waves in the Ten Thousand Immortal Array. However, Yang Jian could start planning from now on. He could continuously use the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice to weaken the strength of Jie School and prevent the two sects from fighting and losing a lot of their vitality.
Every time an immortal with deep fortune and long luck entered the God roll, the luck of the Dao Sect would be reduced, and the luck of the Celestial Court would be stronger.
It was as if chips had been moved from one plate to another.
In the middle of the night, Yang Jian stayed in the Divine General's residence before he quietly left and avoided the crazy Qiong Xiao.
After all, he was on good terms with Qiong Xiao. Yang Jian did not know how to face her. Before he left, he instructed Bai Jian to take care of Zhao Gongming and his sister. Bai Jian naturally agreed respectfully.
It was already midnight when he left the God-Conferment Platform. Yang Jian flew straight to the Zhou Army's camp and sent a voice transmission to the generals of the army to discuss matters in the main tent.
"Attack the Shang camp at dawn." Yang Jian's words were filled with determination. "Use Dao techniques to bring 100,000 troops to the rear of the Shang army and attack them at night. Capture those who can be captured by the Shang army. Kill those who can't. Don't leave too many alive."
The generals could sense the coldness in Yang Jian's words. Their scalps tingled.
Huang Feihu hurriedly said, "If we kill the enemy like this, my army will probably suffer losses."
"No, we'll kill the enemy leader later and use the strong army to charge into the camp. We'll place troops in all directions. There's no need to worry about the front being weak. Surround the Shang army! Nezha, Huang Tianhua, Jinzha, Muzha, Leizhenzi, listen up! "
Yang Jian shouted softly. The five junior brothers immediately cupped their hands and lowered their heads.
"I'm here!"
"Each of you lead 30,000 troops and kill the enemy! Remember, if you encounter a powerful enemy, you can use Dao techniques. Don't use Dao techniques or Dharma treasures to kill the mortal soldiers! "
"I'll follow your orders!"
"King Wucheng will lead the Middle Army. I'll personally lead the troops to cut off the Shang army's retreat!" Yang Jian was expressionless. His eyes were cold. "Not only do we have to win today's battle, we have to make the Shang army have no soldiers to defend the pass!"
Huang Feihu wanted to say something but hesitated. However, Yang Jian's words were rather tough, making him unable to retort.
In the previous few battles, he had repelled the Shang army. However, this time, Yang Jian wanted the Shang army to die with Wen Zhong. The signal he released was extremely strong.
The Zhou Army might advance east in a few days!
People began to run around the camp, but they were all silent.
The Six Friends of the Plum Mountain were called over by Yang Jian. They brought hundreds of immortal soldiers and used immortal techniques to fill the obstacles between the two camps later.
Normally, the changes in the Zhou Army could not hide from the Divine Eyes of the Shang Army's commander, Wen Zhong.
However, when the Zhou Army slowly surrounded the Shang Army camp and the immortal soldiers teleported 100,000 troops to the Zhou Army camp, Wen Zhong did not notice anything …
Wen Zhong fell asleep.
He had indeed fallen asleep. Grand Tutor Wen, who had been in a state of anxiety, actually relaxed and fell asleep in his tent after the Zhou Army put on a stance that they would fight to the death tomorrow.
Yang Jian's spiritual senses had been staring at Wen Zhong the entire time. He realized that the Grand Tutor seemed to have aged many years. His hair was white, and his face was haggard. He would occasionally frown and sigh in his sleep …
At dawn, Yang Jian stood on a mountain. Below him was a valley that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was also a valley that they had to pass through to the east. A hundred thousand troops had set up a pocket formation and were waiting for the remnants of the Shang army to arrive.
The eastern sky turned white, and the first battle cry suddenly sounded.
Surging killing intent soared into the sky. The blood energy of a million mortals surged and shook the heavens.
When the Shang army was at its most relaxed, the Zhou Army suddenly attacked!
More than a dozen fierce generals led their troops into the Shang army's camp from all directions. The Shang army found that the trenches they had worked so hard to dig yesterday did not seem to have any effect at all. The sentries arranged within a ten-mile radius had long been turned into cold corpses.
When Wen Zhong heard the battle cries, he suddenly flipped over and stood up. He scanned his surroundings with his spiritual senses and his expression changed drastically.
"Grand Tutor! The Zhou Army is attacking the camp! "
Wen Zhong shouted, "Prepare for battle! Don't panic! "
"Grand Tutor! The enemy is coming ferociously. The left, right, and rear camps have been broken! "
"Report — the middle army has been broken!"
"Report — General Xin Huan failed and was killed by the enemy General Nezha and Lei Zhenzi …"
"Xin Huan! It's really painful! " Wen Zhong's face immediately turned pale. He stood there trembling for a while before suddenly stomping his feet. "Order the armies to break out!"
At this moment, if half of the soldiers could survive, the soldiers at the five passes would not be too empty …
"Grand Tutor, quickly ride the Qilin and leave. We will cover for the Grand Tutor!"
"No, I am the commanding general of the army!" Wen Zhong mounted the black Qilin in disheveled clothes. "Bring my flag! All troops, follow me to the east! "
"Yes!"
There were also a few elite troops in the Shang army. Under Wen Zhong's orders, the troops everywhere moved and chased after Wen Zhong's flag to break out of the encirclement to the east.
On the east side, Jinzha and Muzha led the army to attack. When they saw Wen Zhong coming, they only fought a few rounds and forced half of the troops who followed Wen Zhong to stay. Then, they let Wen Zhong and more than a hundred thousand Shang elites head east.
"This Wen Zhong." Jinzha sneered and said, "He was really schemed against by Eldest Senior Brother until he died."
Muzha smiled disapprovingly. "It's already not easy to do what Wen Zhong did. At the very least, if I were the Grand Tutor of the Shang Dynasty, Eldest Senior Brother would probably have broken through Chaoge City."
Jinzha's gaze was deep and he did not answer.
"Later, I should write a letter to ask Father to lead the army to help."
"Brother, you can make the decision."
"I'll ask Nezha later." Jinzha looked at the burning Shang army camp and pulled the reins. He turned his horse around and said, "Let's go. We'll lead the army and make more contributions!"
The two troops turned around and charged into the Shang army, accelerating the Shang army's defeat.
Wen Zhong fled 50 kilometers away and turned his head to look back. When he saw the fiery red sky in the west, he could not help but cry and sigh.
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