It was useless.
After Xiao Lan left, Yang Jian's smile gradually disappeared. He sat on the chair and kept thinking.
The method that she said seemed feasible, but it was actually useless.
Hundreds of immortals from the two sects had confronted each other for more than a month. The strength of both sides was equal. Jie School was slightly stronger. The situation was really difficult to solve.
Xiao Lan's plan was to defeat the immortals of Jie School. It was definitely not to resolve the grudges between the two sects.
To sum it up, it could be summed up in four words — winning with momentum.
Why did the immortals of Jie School come? Naturally, it was to fight Chanism head-on. He also wanted to kill some immortals of Chanism and send them to the God roll. He wanted to return all the humiliation he had suffered to Chanism.
If Xiao Lan's strategy was used in the war of the Celestial Court to conquer the Three Thousand Great Worlds, it might really be effective.
Unfortunately, her vision was still too narrow.
How could the four disciples and the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array be scared off by his pretense?
Yang Jian's body sank into the chair and he closed his eyes to think. He could not come up with a brilliant plan.
Could it be that I have to watch the three Saints fight? Drag the three sects into the abyss of fighting to the death?
As long as the Saints in the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array fought, the Ten Thousand Immortal Array would definitely happen.
As for the Long-eared Light Immortal, he had long been sent to the God roll by Yang Jian. He could not steal the Grandmaster of Heaven's Six-Soul Banner at the crucial moment. Perhaps, he would add some variables to the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
The Six-Soul Banner was refined by the Grandmaster of Heaven. It was triangular in shape and had six tails. Each tail could write a person's name.
It was said that as long as six names were written, the Grandmaster of Heaven would personally worship the flag for 49 days and turn the famous people on it into ashes. Even Saints were no exception.
In the original God-Conferment Battle, the Long-eared Light Immortal had stolen the Six-Soul Banner and offered it to Chanism and the Western Sect, causing the Grandmaster of Heaven to fail. The Ten Thousand Immortal Array was also broken, and countless immortals of Jie School died …
That matter actually sounded a little unbelievable. The Saints were known to be immortal. How could they kill the four Saints?
However, the Grandmaster of Heaven was a Saint. The Saint had personally cast the spell, and it was such an evil banner. Perhaps it could really hurt the Saints …
If the Grandmaster of Heaven really won with the Six-Soul Flag, what would happen to the Great God-Conferment Tribulation?
Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little worried.
The famous Six Soul Banner was said to be a Sage Dharma artifact that could destroy Saints. Other than the names of Laozi, Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti, there would also be the names of Yang Jian and the Martial King, Ji Fa …
The Sage was not afraid of the Six Soul Flag, so why would he not be afraid?
At that time, he would really be crushed to death by the Grandmaster of Heaven. That would be a huge loss for him. He had worked so hard to obtain such a Xuan body …
Forget it, there's no point in thinking too much.
He had to get past this hurdle first before worrying about the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
Yang Jian was also a hoodlum. He might as well not think about this matter for now.
The great calamity had already come to this point, so how could there still be the slightest chance of turning back? Ever since Zhao Gongming entered the God roll, Yang Jian had stopped thinking about how to unite the three sects. That was because it was no longer the general trend.
The curtain of night drifted over. Lanterns were lit everywhere in the army. A jade talisman fell from the stars and was caught by Yang Jian.
It was a jade token sent by Uncle-Master Huang Long. He asked Yang Jian when he would send his troops and told Yang Jian the general situation outside the World Tablet Pass.
"I'd better try my best to reduce my losses. There's no other way."
Yang Jian deliberated for a while and erased the words in the jade token. He sent it back to Huanglong Daoist.
He only said a few simple words and instructed the elders of the sect to avoid fighting before the army arrived.
He did not sleep that night.
The next day, the Zhou Army left the camp. A million troops set off from the Golden Chicken Ridge and headed towards the World Tablet Pass.
A million troops advanced 50 kilometers every day. That speed was not fast or slow. The immortals of Jie School would definitely pay attention to the movements of the Zhou Army and Yang Jian.
There were only a few people in Jie School who knew that the four disciples had the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array. At that moment, the immortals of Jie School were very eager to fight. They had probably suppressed it for too long and were already furious.
On the fifth day, the front line of the Zhou Army was still more than 150 kilometers away from the World Tablet Pass.
The black clouds pressed down on the city and were about to destroy it. A storm was brewing.
The morale of the hundreds of thousands of Shang troops quickly dissipated. Rumors spread everywhere in the pass. Before the Zhou Army arrived, they had already fallen into chaos.
Outside the World Tablet Pass, the two groups of immortals were still facing each other in the air. Most of the immortals were sitting cross-legged and meditating with their eyes closed. However, as long as the two sides made any extreme moves, the immortals would attack in the next moment and start the battle.
The immortals were above the path that the Zhou Army had to pass through. Clearly, they could not avoid them.
On the side of Chanism, there were seven Golden Immortals, including Hiroshige, Huanglong Daoist, Perfected Taiyi, Ju Liusun, Manjusri, Heavenly Venerate Guangfa, Perfected Qing Xu, and Heavenly Venerate Daohang. They were at the front, along with more than ten disciples with profound Dharma powers.
On the other hand, Daoist Duobao, the Goddess of Golden Spirit, the Goddess of Turtle Spirit, the Goddess of Wudang, the Black Clouds Immortal, the Golden Hooped Immortal, and the other six immortals were fighting against the experts of Chanism.
Both sides had array formations guarding them. The hundreds of immortals remained silent most of the time. The wind blew, the clouds fell, and the stars changed. However, they did not move at all.
When the Goddess of Golden Spirit saw that Yang Jian was leading the Zhou Army closer and closer, she could not suppress the anger in her heart. She sent a voice transmission to Daoist Duobao. "Stop the immortals of Jie School here. I'll go kill that little thief, Yang Jian!"
"Junior Sister!" Daoist Duobao turned to look at the Goddess of Golden Spirit and asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You've hit him a few times. When did you really kill him?"
The Goddess of Golden Spirit glared at Daoist Duobao and cursed, "This time, with the treasures that Teacher has bestowed upon me, I can naturally kill him!"
"It's precisely because Teacher gave us this trump card that you can't leave easily." Daoist Duobao revealed a rare serious expression. He persuaded earnestly, "If you leave and the immortals of Chanism attack, we will not be able to gather the array and lose. Who can we blame?"
"Then let's attack now!" The Goddess of Golden Spirit snorted. "We've already been sitting here for so many days. Why do we have to wait for Yang Jian to lead the Zhou Army!?! It'll increase their power for no reason. "
"No." Daoist Duobao shook his head again. "Master has repeatedly instructed us to let them attack us first in the name of righteousness. Junior Sister, don't worry. We will definitely win today! "
The Goddess of Golden Spirit was speechless. Daoist Duobao had mentioned the Grandmaster of Heaven. She did not dare to refute.
Daoist Duobao was right …
The Goddess of Golden Spirit looked at the killing treasure that was being nurtured in the Nigong Pill and felt a fighting spirit rise in her heart.
"What's Yang Jian dawdling about? Why is he so slow!?!"
"Don't be anxious." Daoist Duobao chuckled. "It's good that he doesn't come. We're happy to be free."
The Goddess of Golden Spirit frowned and looked at Daoist Duobao for a while. If not for the fact that Eldest Senior Brother was the first to enter the sect and had taught her cultivation step by step and was considered half a master, she would have really suspected that Eldest Senior Brother was a spy who had infiltrated the sect for Chanism.
He did not care much about the survival of the disciples in the sect. Instead, he repeatedly praised the third-generation disciples of Chanism …
What was that?
The Goddess of Golden Spirit suppressed her anger and sat there quietly.
At most, there would be a huge battle between the two sides in three days.
At the same time, in the camp of Chanism 50 kilometers away, Huanglong Daoist was discussing the battle with Perfected Taiyi.
Huang Long stroked his beard and sent a voice transmission to Taiyi. "The two Eldest Senior Brothers will fight. You and I will take on Jin Ling. I'm afraid that Liu Sun and Manjusri will take on Wu Dang. Qing Xu and Dao Xing will take on Gui Ling. How about this arrangement?"
"I'll fight Jin Ling alone. Third Senior Brother, you hold the line."
Perfected Taiyi replied unhappily. Why do I feel that the second-generation disciples of Chanism are inferior to the second-generation disciples of Jie School …
Previously, Zhao Gongming alone had beaten the twelve Golden Immortals into a sorry state. The Three Heavens Nine Bends Yellow River Array had even forced the Saint to take action. The twelve Golden Immortals had died the moment they entered the array. At that moment, they had barely recovered.
Now, it was the same situation. Not only did the twelve Golden Immortals not improve much, but apart from Hiroshige who could fight Daoist Duobao, the others actually had to form a pair to challenge a personal disciple of Jie School.
He, the Grand Unity, could not stand such cowardice.
"Don't force yourself." Huanglong Daoist persuaded earnestly. "Let's be honest. In terms of fighting abilities, Jie School is stronger than us."
Perfected Taiyi glanced at him and immediately lost interest in talking.
Huang Long sighed helplessly and told Hiroshige about his arrangements. After thinking for a while, Hiroshige nodded slightly.
Hiroshige sent a voice transmission. "In this battle, we should focus on protecting our lives. With Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian around, we only need to stall them and let Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian defeat them one by one."
"Eldest Senior Brother, relying on a third-generation disciple so much … Isn't it too much pressure for him?"
Huanglong Daoist said tactfully. In fact, she felt a little embarrassed. She muttered, "We're elders. We should set an example."
Hiroshige smiled and said, "Third Junior Brother, are you confident that you can defeat Kong Xuan in a battle?"
"I'm naturally not Kong Xuan's match."
"That's right." Hiroshige sighed and said, "Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian's mystical abilities and Dharma powers have already surpassed most of the disciples here. Even I don't dare to say that I can gain the upper hand in front of him. Since he cultivates battle techniques, this battle is also an opportunity for him to increase his strength. "
Huanglong Daoist wanted to say something, but Hiroshige had already given the order to the immortals.
"If we fight with Jie School later, Junior Brothers and disciples should focus on stalling. Wait for Disciple-Nephew Yang Jian to defeat the immortals of Jie School one by one."
Many of the immortals of Chanism frowned, but they did not have any objections. They all nodded and agreed.
Just like that, Yang Jian was still on the way there. He had already been given the heavy burden of "main attack" by Hiroshige in a daze.
Perfected Taiyi was a little unhappy, but the one who said that was his Eldest Senior Brother. Now that the enemy was in front of him, he could not damage Hiroshige's dignity. He could only endure it secretly.
Huanglong Daoist sent a voice transmission quietly, "Taiyi, what do you think Eldest Senior Brother is up to?"
Taiyi replied with a black face, "Hmph, he probably wants Yang Jian to lure his master out. If his master is here, we naturally don't have to be afraid of these useless people."
"So that's how it is …" Huanglong Daoist sighed softly. "If they are useless, I'll be the Quagmire."
After saying that, he scanned the west with his spiritual senses. After more than 150 kilometers, he saw the Zhou Nation's army that seemed endless.
Yang Jian sat leisurely on the war chariot and faced Xiao Lan. He was focused on trying to figure it out …
Huanglong Daoist was really angered. She cursed softly, "This kid is actually still playing chess!"
Perfected Taiyi also glanced at him and shook his head.
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