The Yin-Yang Mirror was Red Essence's signature Dharma treasure. It was good at injuring the essence soul. When Red Essence and Yang Jian broke the Desolate Array of the Ten Absolute Arrays, it suppressed the Desolate Array and easily killed Heavenly Lord Yao.
This treasure of Chanism, which could be ranked among the Connate numinous treasures, was originally entrusted to Yin Hong by Red Essence. However, he did not expect that Yin Hong would hold it in his hand and aim it at Nezha, who was fighting Ma Yuan.
Lei Zhenzi saw a young Daoist walking over from the Shang army. Although he looked familiar, he did not think too much about it. He bent down to stop him.
In front of the Zhou army, Li Jing had already held the Exquisite Pagoda in his palm. The Exquisite Pagoda, which Yang Jian had stolen from Randeng, shone with a faint golden light. A mysterious aura covered the entire battlefield.
A breeze blew past, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Li Jing. Li Zongbing was stunned at first before he heaved a long sigh of relief. He hurriedly dismounted and lowered his head. "Prime Minister."
That shout attracted the attention of the generals at the side. Then, they hurriedly got off their horses and stood behind Yang Jian.
If Yang Jian did not get on the carriage, they naturally did not dare to stay on their mounts.
"Senior Brother …" Muzha originally wanted to ask Yang Jian to suppress Ma Yuan so that Nezha would not be injured again.
However, when the words reached his mouth, he could only lower his head and sigh in shame.
Yang Jian injected a wisp of Xuanqi into Muzha's body through the air and forced out the blood that had corroded Muzha's body. Yang Jian comforted Muzha, "This Ma Yuan is not weak. He also has external evil techniques that specialize in breaking protective Dao techniques. Don't take it to heart that you suffered a loss at his hands." “
Muzha smiled awkwardly and sat cross-legged to recover from his injuries.
Since his Eldest Senior Brother had appeared, he did not have to worry about anything.
Yang Jian looked ahead. His eyes reflected the fiery red figure that Nezha had transformed into. When he saw Ma Yuan swaying left and right, he could not help but sigh.
Nezha had a lot of potential, but he was usually too lazy and playful. He didn't care about anything, so it was too difficult to unearth his potential.
Today, Nezha was angered by Ma Yuan. He went all out and suppressed Ma Yuan. Although he couldn't take Ma Yuan down for a while and his mana was quickly being consumed, at least he showed his strength.
Yang Jian turned his head slightly and ignored Nezha for the time being. His eyes fell on the hand that was holding the Yin-Yang Mirror.
Yin Hong.
Yang Jian had foresight, so he naturally knew Yin Hong's background. He had long since known that Yin Hong would rebel.
However, he could not go to Master Red Essence and tell him that Yin Hong had a rebellious streak in the back of his head and that he would definitely be a traitor in the future …
Even if these words were to be said, it should not be him who said them. Moreover, the matters of apotheosized gods came one after another. Yang Jian did not take the two brothers, Yin Hong and Yin Jiao, who had nothing to do with him, to heart.
But when the day really came, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a bit of anger in his heart.
Betraying his master, rebelling against his sect, repaying kindness with enmity. Yin Hong had underestimated the dignified Dao Sect and the Chanism of Chanism.
Lei Zhenzi blocked in front of Yin Hong. Yin Hong stopped in his tracks, and the two of them were a thousand feet away.
"You …"
Lei Zhenzi seemed to recognize who he was. However, when he followed his master, Yun Zhongzi, to Taihua Mountain to visit Martial Uncle Master Red Essence, he was only three or four years old. At that time, Yin Hong also looked like a teenager.
"Senior Brother Yin Hong?"
Lei Zhenzi shouted those four words. Yin Hong lowered his head silently and cupped his hands at Lei Zhenzi. He only said, "Sorry for the offense."
"Why did you go to the Shang army!?"
Yin Hong did not say a word. He gently flipped the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the Yang Mirror shot out a golden light, blasting a huge hole thirty feet in front of Lei Zhenzi.
Lei Zhenzi subconsciously gripped the golden rod tightly and did not ask anymore. His eyes were filled with rare anger.
The golden rod swept across, and bolts of lightning descended from the sky, smashing towards Yin Hong.
Yin Hong unsheathed the longsword on his back. The Water-Fire Blades were rare numinous treasures, and they had the same effect as the Yin-Yang Mirror.
The Water-Fire Blades released a water curtain, and thousands of lightning bolts were drawn into the ground.
Yin Hong lightly exhaled, and there was no more hesitation in his eyes.
Lei Zhenzi raised his rod and rushed forward. The golden rod was mixed with lightning bolts, and a cyclone was formed around him.
Unfortunately, the golden rod in his hand and the Thunderstorm Wings on his back were a few grades lower than Red Essence's Natal Dharma Treasure.
The Yin-Yang Mirror flipped, and layers of ripples spread out. Lei Zhenzi's lightning fast figure seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and his movements became incomparably slow.
Actually, Yin Hong was also holding back. He did not directly use the Yin-Yang Mirror to injure Lei Zhenzi's Yuan Shen. The Yin-Yang Mirror flipped again, and the Yang Mirror released rays of golden light, which shot towards Lei Zhenzi like a rain of arrows.
Lei Zhenzi wanted to block the attack, but just as he raised his hand, dozens of golden rays crashed into his body, and he was sent flying.
Since he had already attacked, there was no way out.
He could only continue … for the country, for the blood of his ancestors, and for the bloodline that flowed in his body, so that he would not become a laughing stock for eternity!
Yin Hong grabbed the Yin Yang Mirror, raised his head, and let out a clear roar. He took a step forward and appeared behind Lei Zhenzi, who was flying backward. The Yin Yang Mirror flipped over to the Yin side, and an obscure and ancient talisman appeared on it, trying to capture Lei Zhenzi's soul.
Lei Zhenzi's eyes were tightly shut. The impact of the golden rays had injured him quite a bit, and he really did not have the strength to fight back.
"Sorry."
Yin Hong said, and the talisman on the Yin-Yang Mirror shone brightly.
Tap …
A hand reached out from the side, and directly covered the talisman on the Yin side of the Yin-Yang Mirror. Seven-colored mysterious light surged out, and the ripples on the Yin-Yang Mirror were scattered by the mysterious light.
Yin Hong was stunned, and he raised his head to look at the arm in front of him, and saw a blue-robed man standing beside him.
This person had a handsome face, but there was a hint of awe-inspiring majesty in his eyes. That pair of calm yet sharp eyes seemed to be able to directly read what he was thinking in his heart …
"Yang Jian?"
Yin Hong cried out involuntarily, and his face turned pale, as if he had a guilty conscience. Even his breathing was a little chaotic.
In the Shang army's formation, Shen Gongbao's lips twitched when he saw this. He shook his head and said, "He's only increasing his cultivation but not temperament. What a waste of a treasure."
Lu Yue nodded gently, while Su Hu looked at Yang Jian with shining eyes, wishing he could pounce on him immediately.
Yang Jian held onto Lei Zhenzi as he sent a palm strike towards Yin Hong with his left hand. This seemingly light palm strike actually caused the surrounding space to wrinkle. Before the palm strike even reached Yin Hong, he was already out of breath.
Buzz!
The Yin-Yang Mirror and the Water-Fire Blades protected each other. The Water-Fire Blades actually released a Water-Fire Taiji and blocked in front of Yin Hong.
Rays of light surged out from the Yin-Yang Mirror and Yang Mirror, stabilizing the universe around Yin Hong.
All of this happened in the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint. In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Jian appeared beside Lei Zhenzi in a flash, caught him, pushed the Yin Yang Mirror away, and sent Yin Hong flying with a palm strike.
All sorts of complicated principles turned into a rumble that exploded on the plains, stirring up layers of air waves.
Yin Hong flew a thousand feet and landed on the ground. He rolled for hundreds of feet before barely stopping. He was in a sorry state. He wanted to stand up, but he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Yang Jian frowned slightly when he saw that. He could feel that although Yin Hong was in a sorry state, he was not too injured …
Then, Yang Jian saw the immortal robe that was shining with purple light on Yin Hong's body and immediately lost his temper.
'Isn't Uncle-Master Chijing Jing a little too loyal? He gave all three treasures to Yin Hong. Here, Yin Hong is equivalent to half of the second disciple of the Saint of Chanism at his peak!'
"Junior Brother Yin Hong, I've offended you too."
This kind of ingrate really deserves to be killed!
The three pointed, double-edged spear was unsheathed. Yang Jian grabbed Lei Zhenzi with one hand, and his figure was not affected at all as he rushed towards Yin Hong.
Yin Hong was shocked and hurriedly activated the Yin-Yang Mirror. The Yin-Yang Mirror emitted rays of golden light and smashed towards Yang Jian. Yang Jian did not even dodge. Even if he was hit by the golden light, he would not move at all.
"Die!"
Yin Hong gritted his teeth and actually put down his arm, not moving at all.
Yang Jian's figure moved in a straight line. The spear pierced through Yin Hong's neck and directly appeared a thousand feet behind him.
However, Yin Hong's figure trembled slightly and directly turned into ashes. The Yin-Yang Mirror, Water-Fire Spear, and Purple-Ribbon Immortal Robe were nowhere to be seen.
A palm-sized paper doll slowly floated down. Nearly half of its neck was severed.
A substitute paper doll.
This Uncle-Master Chijing Jing Jing …
Perfected Taiyi's love for Nezha was definitely insignificant compared to Uncle-Master Chijing Zi's love for Yin Hong.
However, the more that was the case, the more intolerable Yin Hong's betrayal was to Chijing Zi and Chanism.
Yang Jian could not find Yin Hong for a moment. He looked at Ma Yuan and immediately wanted to vent his anger on him. He held the three pointed, double-edged spear and was about to charge over.
The sound of the gong came from the Shang army. Shen Gongbao shouted, "Brother Ma, quickly return! A fiend has come to their side! It's not good to fight today! "
Ma Yuan was surrounded by Nezha at that moment, but he obeyed Shen Gongbao's words. He immediately turned around and ran towards the Shang army. He was hit by Nezha's numinous treasures repeatedly. His body swayed, but he did not stop at all.
"Senior Brother! Don't let this monster escape! "
Nezha gritted his teeth and asked for help. Yang Jian had already blocked Ma Yuan's path with his spear.
Suddenly, he heard Shen Gongbao shout with a smile, "Perfected One, do you not care about the soldiers of the Zhou Army?"
Yang Jian was inexplicably alarmed. He looked up and saw a gust of north wind sweeping over with thick green smoke from the north side of the Zhou Army's formation. It was only a few feet away from the Zhou Army at the edge!
Lu Yue had scattered a plague at some point in time!
"Nezha, come back!"
Yang Jian could only shout in a hurry. He ignored Ma Yuan and rushed towards the poisonous fog.
He casually threw Lei Zhenzi back into the army formation. Yang Jian activated his mystic body with all his might and rushed to the north side of the formation before the thick fog affected the soldiers. He raised his hand and scattered Xuanqi, quickly blocking the plague.
He turned around and looked at the Shang army. At that moment, they had already begun to run back. There were too few Zhou Army troops there. They would only be courting death if they attacked. Yin Hong had already escaped, so they could only give up today.
When Xuanqi dissolved the plague, Yang Jian swept his sleeves with a dark expression.
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