Before today, Yang Jian had never thought that he would have so much interaction with the few cultivators in the world.
He just came here to cultivate and lay the foundation for his Eight Nine Mysteries because the power of the Way of Heaven in this world was weak. He shouldn't have too many connections.
But because of a girl …
The cultivator who risked his life to protect her in front of him and faced this world alone had no intention of retreating.
Liu Ya.
Even Yang Jian didn't know why he had an indescribable sense of guilt and love for Liu Ya. It was as if he owed her a lot and wanted to pay her back at all costs.
Maybe he saw the shadow of Yang Xiaochan in her.
Yang Jian didn't have time to think too much. The flowing light in the dense forest was aimed at his back.
There was no hatred. It was just because he wanted to protect the child in front of him, and those people wanted to rob the child and the so-called opportunity. That was why there was such a battle.
Battle?
It was a battle.
To other cultivators, this continuous siege was a battle of magical powers. But to Yang Jian, this was the first battle he had ever fought in his life!
He fought with his bare hands and killed the figures in front of him.
No one could stop him. Even if the sky was full of cultivators, he could go in and out as if there was no one!
No matter how many flowing lights bombarded him, his figure remained motionless. But the pain he suffered was clearly transmitted to his mind. He couldn't help but roar and run faster!
The old man in a yellow robe stood in the air. There were more than a dozen figures around him. It was another interception.
The old man waved the long sword in his hand. Earth walls rose from the ground and blocked Yang Jian's way forward!
Yang Jian closed his eyes and lowered his head. He held Liu Ya tightly and rushed forward. He crashed into the earth and stones and smashed the interwoven earth element. The old man who tried to stop him was shocked and vomited blood.
The old man did one thing wrong, which was to send the earth and stones to Yang Jian.
Every time Yang Jian crashed into an earth wall, he could grab a handful of broken earth and stones, clench them in his hand and throw them away!
There were people everywhere. No matter where he threw them, they were all enemies!
The sound of something tearing through the air rang out again, and miserable howls rose and fell in the forest. Yang Jian's forward momentum was instantly reduced by more than half.
Looking for an opportunity, he continued to run. Hundreds of streams of light followed closely behind him, and there would always be one or two that would hit Yang Jian's back!
"This fellow definitely has a protective magic treasure! Fellow Daoists, quickly break it! "
"Don't kill that girl!"
"Kill! As long as she's still breathing, our Heavenly Medicine Cauldron Valley can save her! "
With a loud shout, he received a series of promises. The stream of light that rushed towards Yang Jian and Six Ya became faster and faster. The cultivators were also anxious.
It was unknown who made the move, but a chaotic battle broke out in the periphery of the dense forest as well. Streams of light flickered in the sky and on the ground as they fought in confusion!
However, whenever they saw Yang Jian being chased by hundreds of cultivators, they would take action to stop him. They wanted to stop Yang Jian and take advantage of the chaos to obtain a great fortune.
Heaven Rift Valley!
This was the most mysterious area between heaven and earth!
In the eyes of these cultivators, there were countless Taoist scriptures hidden there. There were all the treasures of the fallen mighty figures, and there were also the cave residences of the Powerful Divines!
Cultivation was difficult, but one could reach the sky in a single bound!
These cultivators were all red-eyed. They wanted to use their skills and some luck to fight for a small path on the road to immortality!
Everyone's eyes were red. Everyone seemed to have gone crazy under the control of a big hand.
Most cultivators seized the fortune of heaven and earth for their own use. They were selfish people, not to mention this was a Vast Thousand Domains with no Spiritual Qi. They had to fight, or they would not be able to achieve immortality!
Under such circumstances, Yang Jian, who was running wildly with the Immortal Ascension Key, was the absolute target of everyone!
Even those cultivators who did not have the ability to fly in the sky or burrow into the ground, and even those who were only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, were crowded together, forming a human wall and picking up shining swords and sabers!
"Get out of my way!"
Yang Jian suddenly shouted. The sound waves rolled, shaking the cultivators in front of him until their ears were ringing.
Yang Jian whizzed forward like a gust of wind, directly knocking away the human wall. With a wave of his arm, several cultivators exploded like balloons!
Even cultivators who could fly in the air could not resist the ordinary stones thrown by Yang Jian, let alone these cultivators who were slightly stronger than mortal martial artists. Yang Jian's fist smashed out, and anyone who came into contact with it would be forced to kneel and die.
"Crazy, they're all crazy!"
A white-haired old woman stood a hundred miles away, looking at the tragic battlefield, her voice trembling.
Behind her were the entire sect's cultivators who could fly. There were dozens of them, and they were all silent at this time.
"Grandmaster, what should we do?"
"Block this person's path! Even if I have to risk my life, I will fight for the future of our sect! If there is any internal strife in the sect, I will destroy his soul so that he can reincarnate without being able to! "
"Yes!" The people behind the old woman all responded in a deep voice.
All of a sudden, a dazzling sword shadow shot out from behind the group of people. The sword shadow seemed to be pointing the way. Streaks of light appeared from the same direction and slashed at the sect's camp.
Caught off guard, the small half of the sect's cultivators at the back were all killed, and the formation was in chaos. The person in charge hurriedly shouted:
"Who dares to launch a sneak attack!"
"Set up the formation! It's those bastards from the Purple Bamboo Forest! "
"Annihilate them here!"
The two groups of cultivators immediately started fighting, and even more so, they killed until their eyes were bloodshot.
This scene, with Yang Jian as the center, continued to play out within a radius of a few hundred miles.
All the cultivators felt that Yang Jian would not be able to hold on for long, and the fight for the girl was inevitable. Only by killing their enemies would they be able to maintain an invincible position.
Towards the end, a murderous aura surged into the sky and actually brewed into a calamity in this secret realm. Countless cultivators perished here!
The young cultivator that everyone thought would be killed soon actually fought his way out of the encirclement, and rushed out of the chaotic battlefield with the girl in his arms!
"Don't let him escape! There will be endless trouble in the future! "
"This guy doesn't even know how to use a magical artifact to fly! How can he be so stubborn! "
Although most of the cultivators' eyes were bloodshot, there were still many who refused to let go of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian rushed to the front of a large mountain, and suddenly turned to look, his eyes were actually flashing with a purplish-red light.
In mid-air, the dozens of cultivators at the front who were swept by his gaze subconsciously stopped in their tracks. Each of them was frightened, and actually did not dare to look him in the eye.
"Hmph!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly. His expression was cold, and his eyes were cold, but he had a domineering aura.
Turning around and leaping, Yang Jian ran towards the forest. The group of cultivators who had been chasing Yang Jian actually felt a sense of helplessness.
Divine abilities and magic treasures could not do anything to this guy, what should they do?
"Where are you going?!"
Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and a big hand smashed down from the sky.
"Get lost!"
Yang Jian roared, and punched the big hand that was condensed from Essence Qi, and the big hand directly broke!
A short and fat elder who was standing in mid-air staggered back, and heard a rapid whistling sound. The elder hurriedly stretched out his palm to block, but he felt a sharp pain in the center of his palm.
Looking down, it was a piece of dead wood that had pierced through his palm!
Suddenly, there was another whistling sound, and Yang Jian's figure had already disappeared into the forest. The fat elder's face was covered in cold sweat, and he actually did not dare to chase for a moment.
"Chase! There is a limit to one's strength! He can't hold on for long! "
"Don't let him leave the Secret Land!"
Rumble!
The forest in front of them suddenly shook, and the Essence Qi of Heaven and Earth was turbulent. Gusts of white fog emerged from everywhere, and sword shadows appeared within a radius of a hundred feet, blasting towards one place in the white fog.
Tactical array! Killing array!
"Damn it! Who set up the tactical array! "
"That person can't rush out! We need to conserve our energy and wait for … him to come out! "
Many cultivators fixed their eyes on the figure that rushed out of the white fog. Who else could it be but Yang Jian?
Yang Jian was not feeling well at this time. Although he rushed out of the tactical array in the shortest time, his clothes were ragged, and all his clothes were torn into strips. The only intact area was the area in front of his chest.
Because Six Ya was huddled there.
Yang Jian looked down and found that Six Ya had fallen asleep in his arms, and he suddenly did not know whether to laugh or cry.
After finding the portal of the small world in the Secret Land, Yang Jian ran again. There were fewer obstacles in front of him, and he ran faster and faster.
When Yang Jian got close to the portal of heaven and earth, streams of flowing light caught up with him.
In addition to the lone cultivators, there were also flying boats carrying disciples of various sects. They locked on to Yang Jian with killing intent.
An old man standing on the flying boat stroked his beard and laughed, "Hahaha! Let's see where else you can go! Gatekeeper! Don't open the portal! "
As soon as the old man's voice fell, he heard a rumbling sound in his ears, and the light gate appeared and slowly opened.
Seeing this, Yang Jian couldn't help but be overjoyed. He rushed forward, and his figure quickly swept through the gully of the forest and got into the gap of the light gate!
When he entered the gate, Yang Jian suddenly felt something. He suddenly looked up and saw two familiar figures on the mountain beside him.
Fu Dongliu, a man and a sword, stood on a single bridge, resisting the attacks of more than a dozen cultivators. He still raised his head and laughed, and his sword intent was scattered.
Behind Fu Dongliu, that petite figure used her own body weight to press down on the jade pole with all her might ….
The young princess!
In a hurry, Yang Jian was about to rush back, but just as he was about to stop, the light gate behind him, which had only opened a gap, suddenly closed!
In the last scene, what Yang Jian saw was only streams of angry cultivators smashing toward Fu Dongliu …
The figure of the young princess was lying on the single bridge, holding the pivot jade pole tightly, and her eyes were determined …
"Damn it!"
With red eyes, Yang Jian slammed toward the light gate, but he missed. His figure rushed more than 30 meters between the two mountains, and he could barely stand.
Looking up, it was dusk, and the western sky was stained with blood.
Rumble!
There was a muffled sound above his head, and the gate opened again, and streams of light rushed out.
Yang Jian clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and wanted to rush back, but he forcibly suppressed the hatred and anger in his heart, turned around, and ran to the empty space in front of him.
He hated that he was empty-handed, and he would wash this life with blood!
"He's still here!"
"Kill! Don't show any mercy! "
Facing the streams of light, Yang Jian suddenly stomped his foot, and the hard mountain rock directly shattered, and fist-sized stones floated around him …
If he had only wanted to escape before, he was now determined to kill!
The sound of something breaking through the air was heard, and in the next moment …
The flying boat fell, and the dusk was stained with blood!
…
High up in the sky, on a white cloud.
Fu Dongliu, who was covered in blood, looked at the two figures sitting on the cloud in front of him blankly, and then looked down at the young girl beside him, who was also safe and sound. He felt like he was dreaming, and he let out a long sigh.
The middle-aged Daoist priest stood up and bowed to him. "In this critical moment, I thank you on his behalf for helping my disciple."
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