Yang Jian sat in the military camp for seven days. Xiao Lan ordered people to set up tents around Yang Jian and changed the layout of the military camp slightly.
However, compared to the fact that Yang Jian was safe and sound, none of this was a big deal.
The moment Yang Jian fell from his serious injuries, most of the generals in the Zhou army felt as if the sky had collapsed. Fortunately, Yang Jian seemed to be only exhausted …
Normally, mighty cultivators might be able to fight for a hundred or a thousand years without a victor. However, that was only limited to Essence Soul Dao cultivators. The battle was also a competition of Dao laws. They raised their hands to pick up the Essence Energy of Heaven and Earth and turn it into endless attacks.
In that kind of battle, if Yang Jian encountered an opponent who was on par with him, he could fight for a few years.
However, the battle between Yang Jian and Kong Xuan was almost completely a battle of physical bodies. The Peacock Treasure Body and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. Kong Xuan used his powerful Dharma powers and powerful mystical abilities to fight against Yang Jian's mystic arts and body.
Although the two of them had only fought for two days and two nights in outer space, they had been fighting with their lives at every moment. If they relaxed, they would die. They really could not fight with others.
On the other hand, Yang Jian's gains were also huge. The Eight Nine Mysteries had steadily improved in this battle. His Primordial Spirit and Xuan Body had fused even more deeply, and the power of his Primordial Spirit had also been greatly improved.
That was probably the benefit of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
The battle with Kong Xuan was a draw. The five continents of the Primordial World lost some stars. It was also discussed enthusiastically by the cultivators of the Three Realms.
One was a ruthless person who had been famous in ancient times. He had once killed a group of mighty figures. The Five-colored Divine Light had swept everything and made a name for himself. He was seen as the hope of the phoenix race's revival.
The other was a disciple of the Jade Void Palace who had just risen for a few decades. His master, Yuding Zhenren, had hidden his strength. For this disciple, he had repeatedly attacked and even withstood the might of Saint Zhun Ti. The disciple did not embarrass his master and pushed the Dao Sect's Eight-Nine Arcane Art to a height that others could not reach. Previously, he had already had the spirit to compete with the top mighty figures of the older generation.
This battle with Kong Xuan directly pushed Yang Jian to the same level as Kong Xuan, the same level as the top ancient experts.
This might be a good thing, or it might cause some trouble for Yang Jian, but Yang Jian did not think too much about it.
He fought his own battles and did his own things. How was his reputation known to others? When had he ever publicized it himself?
On the ninth day after the battle, a paper crane came from the west. Yang Jian, who had kept his eyes closed all this time, opened his eyes and raised his hand. The paper crane landed on his palm.
There was no need to open it. The warm words were imprinted in his heart.
While the husband was out at war, his wife was at home taking care of the family. His wife had also seen him on the frontlines fighting against strong enemies, where it was difficult to tell who the winner was, and how dangerous it was. She was worried and mentioned that it would be better for Yang Jian to temporarily take half a step back.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and replied with a letter. The gist of it was that Kong Xuan was a rare whetstone in the world. If he wanted to fight, he would have to fight Kong Xuan to determine the victor.
The paper crane flew west. Yang Jian slowly heaved a sigh of relief. He looked down and realized that he was floating cross-legged in the air five feet above the ground.
The Xuanqi Xuan Gang in his body was already full. His mystic body had also repaired the damage all over his body. His entire body was like a diamond. There were fewer impurities than before and it was more resilient.
He stood up and picked up the azure immortal robe to put it on. The pair of immortal boots had already been worn out. Yang Jian could only change into another pair.
When he was almost done dressing up, he tied up his long hair and put on the divine armor that had helped him a lot. However, he was shocked to discover that the small cracks on the divine armor had already healed on their own. It emitted a cold aura.
It was indeed a treasure.
Stepping out of the tent, Yang Jian saw the sunlight in front of him. More than ten figures immediately welcomed him. A few of the twelve Golden Immortals had arrived.
"Are you going again?" Xiao Lan frowned and asked. Long Ji frowned slightly.
Behind the two of them, Wei Huo and Huang Tianhua, who was already fine, wanted to say something but hesitated. However, they did not dare to persuade their Eldest Senior Brother.
Huang Feihu said, "Prime Minister, don't fight for bravery."
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. "If Kong Xuan is not defeated, our army will not be able to take half a step past the Golden Chicken Ridge. Even if the Shang army dies. He is called a ruthless person by the cultivators of the Primordial World because he is ruthless and unscrupulous. If he does not fight with me and instead kills the mortal soldiers, my army will be wiped out in an hour. I won't be able to stop him. "
"If you can't do it, ask the Saint to take action!" Huanglong Daoist said seriously, "How many years have you cultivated? The last time you fought Kong Xuan to a draw, it was already shocking! There's no need to force yourself too much. You've already made us Martial Uncles and Martial Uncles feel that we're useless. "
Yang Jian bowed to the Uncle-Masters and said, "I have yet to determine the victor between me and Kong Xuan. I have no choice but to continue this battle. Otherwise, it will not be beneficial to my cultivation. Instead, it will be an obstacle."
Perfected Taiyi frowned and said, "Do you have a 50% chance of winning?"
"No, but he doesn't either." Yang Jian grabbed the three pointed, double-edged spear. His gaze was calm, but there was a hint of stubbornness.
He took out three treasures from the Black Turtle Belt and handed them to Huanglong Daoist. "Please pass them to Uncle-Master Hiroshige."
It was better not to mention the matter regarding Yin Jiao. He did not want to add bad rumors to the Jade Void Palace.
Yang Jian looked at Huang Feihu and asked, "Has Jiaomeng Pass been taken down?"
"Not yet. There seems to be an expert guarding Jiaomeng Pass. He has set up a huge array to envelop the pass. Nezha and Lei Zhenzi can't attack it," Huang Feihu hurriedly said. "However, our army has already cut off the food route of Jiaomeng Pass. It will only be two to three months before Jiaomeng Pass is destroyed."
"How's the military situation in the north?"
"It's still stable. The Li family's father and son have sent another report. There are not many enemies there, but the Shang army has already gathered a large army to deal with them. The next battle might be very stalemate."
Yang Jian's voice gradually became deeper. "How many casualties did our army suffer in the previous battle?"
"130,000 people died in the battle. 190,000 people returned to the Jishui Pass with serious injuries …" Huang Feihu looked ashamed. "I'm useless. I caused our army to suffer such heavy losses. Really …"
"King Wucheng did not do anything wrong in this battle. How can you say that you're useless?" Yang Jian asked, "How many Shang troops are on the Golden Chicken Ridge now?"
Xiao Lan said, "There are less than 90,000 of them. They have gathered together. There are not enough guards at the Boundary Plate Pass, but the reinforcements of the Shang army are already on the way. They can enter the Boundary Plate Pass in three to five days. "
Yang Jian nodded and stopped to ponder for a moment.
Even if there was only one soldier left in the Golden Chicken Ridge and Kong Xuan was not defeated, they would still not be able to pass.
Kong Xuan did not use mortal soldiers to threaten him. However, with Kong Xuan's personality, if the Zhou army rushed through the Golden Chicken Ridge while Yang Jian was fighting him, it would be a provocation to him by the mortals.
One could never underestimate the pride and persistence in the hearts of an ancient remnant. It was often almost stubborn.
That was why Yang Jian had asked the Zhou army to retreat that day.
After entrusting the treasures and asking about the recent military situation, Yang Jian cupped his hands at everyone and walked forward.
"Disciple-Nephew, there's nothing to fight with Kong Xuan!"
"I'll go and beg Master to take action now."
"Yang Jian! Where is your master? " Perfected Taiyi cursed. "You bastard master, I'm going to fight such a powerful enemy. You don't even appear!"
Yang Jian said seriously, "Master believes me. Please don't blame me, Uncle-Master."
Perfected Taiyi was speechless. He swept his sleeves and turned around sulkily.
The twelve Golden Immortals wanted to stop him, but they did not know what to say. This disciple was fighting with the ruthless Kong Xuan for the Great God-Conferment Tribulation. They were powerless to fight Kong Xuan and could only watch as this disciple risked his life alone.
Xiao Lan cursed, "Why are you so blockhead! You're as stubborn as an ox! "
Yang Jian turned to look at her and chuckled. "That's why I said that you're just wearing a man's clothes, but you'll always be recognized at a glance."
Xiao Lan was speechless and wanted to curse again.
Yang Jian chuckled and took a step forward. He had already appeared 30,000 feet away. In another flash, his figure soared into the sky and let out a long roar.
In the merchant camp five kilometers away, the Five-colored Light was like a rainbow that swept up from the ground. The figure that seemed to have returned to normal soared into the sky and chased after Yang Jian.
Kong Xuan!
The corners of Perfected Taiyi's mouth twitched when he saw that.
However, they could not do anything to Kong Xuan. The Five-colored Divine Light was omnipotent. When the twelve Golden Immortals attacked together, their Dharma treasures were only wiped off by the Five-colored Divine Light. Their combat strength was instantly reduced by more than half.
On the other hand, the Huanglong Daoist's role would be highlighted, but the gap between her and Kong Xuan was not small.
Due to the Five-colored Divine Light, there were only a few people below the Saint who could fight Kong Xuan. They had to be people whose Dharma powers and cultivation levels far surpassed Kong Xuan.
For example, Kun Peng, Xuan Du, and Yuding.
Yang Jian relied on the ancient cauldron that his master had given him to protect his essence soul and resist the Five-colored Divine Light without being defeated. That was why he had the strength to fight Kong Xuan head-on.
Without saying anything else, two figures began to collide at an extremely high speed outside the Nine Heavens. In the blink of an eye, they had traveled thousands of kilometers and affected the stars and the Heavenly River.
The Celestial Court had sent many troops to strengthen the array formation inside. They were afraid that the two people fighting in the void would destroy the Celestial Court …
The second battle was also fought with all their might in a moment.
Yang Jian and Kong Xuan did not dare to be careless. They were tense and used their mystical abilities.
The mighty figures of the Primordial World looked over again. This time, they did not comprehend anything. Instead, they began to analyze who could win by half a move.
The second battle lasted for three days and three nights.
When Yang Jian and Kong Xuan stood opposite each other again, they slowly landed from the sky. Both of them were covered in blood. There was a huge hole on Kong Xuan's forehead, but his handsome and demonic face was filled with excitement.
There was also a hole on Yang Jian's Ao Xuehan, as if it had been pierced by a finger.
The two of them did not say a word and turned to return to the camp. This time, Yang Jian gritted his teeth and did not faint. Under the gaze of more and more immortals of Chanism, he sat cross-legged in his tent and meditated.
His body was like a lamp that had run out of oil. However, a moment later, waves of Xuan Qi were reborn. Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang were also a little purer than before …
The immortals of Chanism hurriedly discussed the countermeasures. If not for the Huanglong Daoist holding him back, Perfected Taiyi would have taken advantage of Kong Xuan's exhaustion to kill him.
However, if a snake was not killed, it would be injured.
Even if Kong Xuan and Yang Jian fought to such an extent, the immortals present did not dare to say that they were 100% sure that they could keep this peacock. If he left, Chanism would not have peace in the future.
At this time, it was Manjusri who said something to dispel the depression in their hearts.
"The two of them might want to use each other to break through. Let's not spoil Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian's great opportunity."
The purpose of Manjusri's words was probably not good. However, when Taiyi, Huanglong, and the others heard it, they thought that they had found a reason to stand by and watch. They felt slightly better.
Another nine days later, Yang Jian stood up again and greeted the elders. He asked about the military situation in South Continent and wrote a letter to his family before walking out of the camp.
Xiao Lan was too lazy to scold him. She leaned against the gate and continued to wait.
In the third battle, as Yang Jian and Kong Xuan became more familiar with each other, the battle time gradually extended. This time, it took five days before Yang Jian staggered back.
"Kong Xuan will lose."
Yang Jian's eyes were full of light. After saying this, he entered the tent and began to heal his injuries and restore his cultivation.
Why did he say that?
In the third battle, Yang Jian realized that he could use nine days to recover from his injuries and return to his peak condition. But Kong Xuan, although he could recover from his injuries and recover most of his cultivation in the same amount of time, he was still a little bit away from his own perfect realm.
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