In the Zhou Camp, after Lu Yue was repelled by Yang Jian, the place was in chaos.
More than ten fireballs hung in the air, like the chaos of the Golden Crows in the ancient times. However, there was not much heat and it only looked spectacular.
It was the True Phoenix Fire that Yang Jian had made with Xuanqi. Its power was naturally not as powerful as the original version, but it was more than enough to wrap around the plague.
Intense essence energy fluctuations came from the southwest. Without using his spiritual senses, he knew that Yang Jian and Lu Yue had already fought.
Li Jing was the first to rush out of the gate. He used the Exquisite Pagoda to disperse the essence soul poison that enveloped a hundred feet. Looking at the few figures lying on the ground, he did not know if they were dead or alive. The commander of the troops, who was usually rather calm, panicked.
He hurriedly went forward to check on his two sons' injuries. He kept stuffing immortal pills into their mouths. When he saw that Nezha and Muzha's lives were saved, he rushed over with the immortals to save Huang Tianhua, Cao Bao, and Xiao Sheng.
That was human nature.
The battle with Lu Yue had only lasted for a short while. The trap that they had meticulously set up was useless. Most of the immortals of Chanism who had been invited to help were injured. Two of them had even been hit by the Sword Light that Lu Yue had scattered and had already died in the God roll.
Tonight, to the ordinary soldiers of the Zhou Army, it was only a small loss of morale. However, to the immortal generals who were originally complacent, it was a blow to the head.
Deng Chanyu quickly stabilized the situation and issued orders in an orderly manner. A group of immortals of Chanism gathered in the main tent. Each of them was recuperating and most of them were silent.
"Fellow Daoist … Brother Cao!"
In the corner, Xiao Shen suddenly shouted sorrowfully. Li Jing and Deng Chanyu hurriedly rushed over.
Cao Bao and Xiao Shen were the two famous and powerful itinerant cultivators of the Middle Continent, Daira Jinxian. However, they could not resist the Essence Soul Poison that Lu Yue had planted.
However, Xiao Shen had only fainted for a while, but Cao Bao's essence soul had been corroded. At that moment, his cultivation level was constantly dissipating. He was about to die.
Why?
It was because the Copper Coin of Treasurefall could only protect one person. The Copper Coin of Treasurefall was shared by two people and they took turns to keep it. At that time, it was just with Xiao Shen.
This was probably fate.
Li Jing took out the immortal pills that he had fed Cao Bao earlier and stuffed a few into Cao Bao's mouth without being stingy. However, after the pills entered Cao Bao's mouth, they did not melt. Instead, they hung in Cao Bao's mouth.
Li Jing was a disciple of Ren School. There were only a few people in Ren School. Perfected Du 'e naturally would not lack Li Jing's elixirs.
The pill that he fed Cao Bao just now was a life-saving pill that was second only to the Nine Transformations Golden Pill …
"Brother Cao!" Xiao Shen's body trembled slightly, and he actually covered his face as he wept, as though he was a mortal who had lost a friend. From this, it could be seen that these two wandering cultivators had been friends for many years.
The number of dead had increased from two to three.
Cao Bao's death was probably destined. Just as he passed away, a wisp of his Essence Soul entered the God roll. Yang Jian, who had rushed back with all his might, also rushed into the tent.
If Yang Jian's Xuanqi was here, Cao Bao might be able to hold on a little longer …
"Senior Brother!"
"Eldest Senior Brother …"
"Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian, how is it?"
The immortals in the tent all stood up. Half of them welcomed him, while the other half asked Yang Jian about the results of the battle.
"Lu Yue escaped." Yang Jian looked ashamed. "He was seriously injured by me. He should not dare to appear again recently. I was careless …"
Deng Chanyu said from the side, "Prime Minister, please quickly heal the Fellow Immortals. Since you have severely injured Lu Yue, today's battle is not completely fruitless."
Yang Jian did not hesitate. The tent was immediately filled with Xuanqi. The expressions of Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Muzha instantly improved. Many cultivators who had been injured by Lu Yue's Sword Light heaved a sigh of relief. Their wounds were healing rapidly.
With a crane cry, Yang Jian hurriedly went out to welcome the little Daoist boy with red lips and white teeth.
Yang Jian hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother Bai He, does Grandmaster have any Spirit Pills to bestow?"
"Here." The white crane was decisive. It handed a glass bottle to Yang Jian. There was more than half a bottle of spiritual spring water inside.
He did not know what that thing was. Yang Jian only pulled out the stopper. A fragrance spread out, and Nezha and Huang Tianhua opened their eyes.
At that moment, Yang Jian poured out four cups of spiritual spring water and let the four people who had been poisoned by the essence soul poison drink it. He carefully checked the injuries of the injured before going out to send the dozen or so fireballs into the void. They shattered on a floating desolate immortal mountain. The plague inside spread out, and the desolate immortal mountain turned into a poisonous mountain.
However, the plague only harmed mortals and did not harm immortals. There would not be any serious consequences if it was thrown there. At most, it would cause the people who had mistakenly entered the Celestial Court to vomit and diarrhea for a few days.
After Yang Jian was done, the White Crane Child, who was also helping to treat the injured, came over.
"Senior Brother Yang Jian, the Saint asked me to send you a message."
Yang Jian immediately tidied his clothes and bowed to the white crane. He bowed and listened to the Saint's teachings.
"The Saint said." The white crane cleared its throat, making its young and tender voice sound heavier. "Xuan Du gives birth to creation and overturns the universe with its palm. Fortunately, the Dao is blessed. The people in the cave … That's all. "
Yang Jian was stunned.
The Saint was very powerful and knew about the agreement between him and the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du. Or rather, this matter was set by the Saints. It was the "benefit" of the so-called "ninth person". However, what did the latter half of the sentence mean?
The people in the cave?
A night breeze blew over. Yang Jian's back was covered in cold sweat. In a daze, he seemed to be standing in front of a huge hole and peeking down.
He could not explain the strangeness of it and could not finish the shock in his heart.
"This matter is over. I still have to go back and serve Master. I'll take my leave first."
"Senior Brother, take care." Yang Jian bowed and watched as the White Crane Child turned into a white crane and slowly headed west. The words "Don't be alarmed by the people in the cave" lingered in his mind. He could not get rid of them.
His Grandmaster had told him many secrets of the world, as well as where the Primordial World came from and how the Great God Pangu was. He had also vaguely pointed out the true calamity that the Primordial World was facing.
Now, as Yang Jian gained a deeper understanding of the Xuandu City that he had yet to go to, the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning seemed to be warning him about something and asking him to pay more attention to something …
In short, this Grandmaster of the Saint was really good to him.
It was fine not to think about those things that he had yet to come into contact with. The God-Conferment Battle was only halfway through. There was still the Ten Thousand Immortal Array to pass. He could not be distracted and think about other things.
After sending the White Crane Child away, Yang Jian returned to the main tent. The two immortals of Chanism and Cao Bao's corpses were placed there. The other four poisoned people sat cross-legged beside the corpses. The atmosphere was rather gloomy.
Yang Jian walked back to the main seat and sat down. He thought about how three to four days ago, it was similar to the group of immortals who were complacently plotting against Lu Yue.
He did not expect that they had underestimated Lu Yue and overestimated their own strength.
"The dead are already dead. Fortunately, the God roll is protecting his essence soul," Yang Jian said. "Everyone, don't be too sad. We still have to continue walking in the future."
Lei Zhenzi nodded at the side. He knew that the most important thing now was to restore morale. He said, "Today's regret is also because we did not think it through. The three fellow Daoists who died will definitely not die in vain. In the future, we will definitely use Lu Yue's head to pay tribute to the three heroes!"
Xiao Shen's eyes were a little red. He whispered, "Since it's a battle, there's no way that no one will die. The enemy is cunning, but we are not agile enough. Fellow Daoist Cao died in Lu Yue's hands. From now on, I will be irreconcilable with Jie School! I will definitely take revenge for Fellow Daoist! "
The first half of his sentence seemed to be talking about righteousness, but the second half was not open-minded at all. Instead, it was filled with hatred.
Nezha lowered his head and sighed. He wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say.
Li Jing said in a low voice, "General Xiao is right. It's impossible for an army to only injure the enemy without injuring themselves in a battle. It's the same for fights. Today, we made a mistake and caused the three Fellow Immortals to die here. Tomorrow, we will retaliate even more. "
"That's right! We must make Lu Yue of Jie School pay with his blood! "
"This Lu Yue is too despicable. He actually used his disciple's life as poison. How dare he call himself a disciple of the Dao Sect!?!"
"Evil demons will eventually suffer the consequences of their own actions!"
Many immortals cursed. With the excitement of the crowd, the atmosphere in the tent became slightly livelier.
The corpses of the three deceased were buried in the Ming Dynasty. They had already been moved out. There would be soldiers guarding the coffins tonight. It could be considered a token of appreciation from the mortal soldiers.
Yang Jian and the generals discussed how to deal with Lu Yue's poison attack. However, there was no result. An enemy like Lu Yue could only be deterred if Yang Jian did not move half a step in the military camp.
Although Yang Jian had severely injured Lu Yue, no one could guarantee that Lu Yue did not have any divine medicine like the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill. Therefore, the military camp could not relax for a day.
Just as the discussion was lively, a messenger outside the tent reported loudly that there was a young Daoist priest outside the gate. He claimed to be a disciple of the Jade Void Palace and was carrying two packages to see Yang Jian.
Yang Jian scanned with his spiritual senses and immediately perked up.
He had naturally seen the person and had been waiting. Previously, this person's master had even given him a spiritual spring to wash his eyes and asked him to take care of him.
Who is this "him"?
Who else could it be? It was naturally the disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Daoism, Wei Hu, who was one of the rare third-generation disciples of Chanism who had similar abilities to Nezha.
Yang Jian led a group of junior brothers out to welcome him. From afar, he saw a handsome young man standing in the moonlight. He looked delicate and tender.
Wei Hu was tall and slender. His face was not as handsome as Yang Jian's, nor was it as delicate as Tianhua's, but he was rather good-looking. His gaze was calm, which was similar to Lei Zhenzi's. They were both young and mature.
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother! Greetings, Senior Brothers! "
Wei Hu bowed from afar. Among the twelve Golden Immortals, the Heavenly Lord of Daoism was ranked last. Wei Hu had to address everyone as Senior Brother. That was different from Yang Jian, who was called Eldest Senior Brother because of his abilities.
Yang Jian laughed. "You're finally here."
"Eldest Senior Brother, please take a look." Wei Hu shook the package in his hand and two heads rolled out. Everyone was overjoyed when they saw them.
Lu Yue and Zhu Tianlin!
Yang Jian was stunned. He had only sensed that Zhu Tianlin's essence soul had entered the God roll and had not sensed Lu Yue …
Nezha asked in surprise, "Junior Brother Wei Hu, did you kill him?"
"It was Master who guided me to follow Zhu Tianlin closely. That's why I was lucky enough to encounter the seriously injured Lu Yue." Wei Hu pursed his lips and was rather disappointed. "Unfortunately, I'm not capable enough. I only killed Lu Yue's Dao Body, but his essence soul escaped."
Yang Jian said, "Lu Yue's injuries have worsened. His immortal body has already been lost. He can't cause any more waves. Junior Brother Wei Hu, you have contributed greatly. Quickly come into the tent to talk. "
Yang Jian paused and shouted, "General Muzha, send these two heads to the mourning hall to pay tribute to the three generals!"
"Yes!"
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