Yang Jian did not move. He stood at the mountain mist beside the military camp and stayed there for most of the night.
The soldiers in the army naturally did not know what was going to happen the next day. They set up camp and cooked according to the usual practice. Although the generals were not allowed to drink, they still gathered together to chat and laugh. They did not have any fear before the battle.
There should be two more days before they attack the city.
However, it would be many hours before the battle between the two sects.
The eastern sky was turning white. The front of the army had already begun to prepare. The soldiers were full of energy and fighting spirit. They lined up and continued to advance towards the border gate.
Yang Jian stood at the mountain mist. His hands behind his back slowly drooped. A bright light flashed in his eyes.
"Eldest Senior Brother." Wei Hu's voice came from behind. Yang Jian looked sideways and saw Wei Hu and Huang Tianhua walking over side by side.
"Do you really not need us to help?"
"Come with the middle army." Yang Jian smiled warmly. "Don't worry. We might not fight today."
Huang Tianhua was a little disappointed. "Until now, I still can't help you with anything, Eldest Senior Brother."
"Just lead the troops well." Yang Jian walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
When he first came to West Qi, he was just a young man. Now, he was more mature and more capable. "Is a hero afraid of being useless?"
Huang Tianhua grinned in embarrassment. "How am I a hero …"
The drums sounded, and the front army advanced.
Yang Jian said, "I'll go with the army. Take care of the army. If you encounter any problems, ask King Wucheng and Xiao Lan."
After saying that, he turned around and walked forward. With a step, he appeared above the army and slowly landed on the war chariot that he usually sat in.
"Eldest Senior Brother! You must take care! "
Wei Hu shouted worriedly from behind. Yang Jian waved his hand without turning his head. He sat there and closed his eyes to rest.
Huang Tianhua sighed and said, "There will definitely be a huge battle when Eldest Senior Brother goes. I don't know how many immortals in the sect will die, but we can only watch from here."
"Eldest Senior Brother is taking care of us by not letting us fight," Wei Hu said in a low voice. "But as a disciple of the sect, how can we just stand by and watch?"
"You mean …" Huang Tianhua was also a little tempted, but then he said in a low voice, "Eldest Senior Brother's words are military orders. Are we really going to disobey them? If we run into danger, Eldest Senior Brother will be distracted instead. "
Wei Hu nodded indifferently and transmitted a few words into Huang Tianhua's ears. Huang Tianhua's eyes lit up and he immediately stopped talking.
The middle and rear armies of the Zhou army set off an hour later, ten li away from the front army.
Wei Hu and Huang Tianhua led the troops in the front, their divine senses focused on the sky above the valley one hundred miles away.
Today, the Immortals of the two sects had changed from sitting cross-legged to standing.
The immortals of Jie School were calm and expressionless. Their eyes were filled with anger, and their Dao hearts were rather agitated.
The immortals of Chanism, on the other hand, appeared to be much more relaxed. Many of them were still chatting and laughing together, but the mana around them had already been completely condensed. They were like long bows that were pulled taut, ready to shoot powerful arrows at any time.
The arrow was already on the bowstring and had no choice but to shoot.
In front of the immortal array, two figures stood opposite each other. However, they closed their eyes and did not speak. The people from the two sects did not dare to pass the two of them.
The person standing in the west was gentle and middle-aged. He gave off a righteous and refined feeling. He was dressed in a robe that swept away the clouds, had a Dao hairpin on his head, and was wearing cloud boots. He was really heroic and extraordinary.
Hiroshige, the leader of the twelve Golden Immortals, the second-generation disciple of Chanism, and the first immortal to strike the bell in the Jade Void Palace. When he entered the sect, the Three Pure Ones had yet to split up.
Looking at the east side, the Daoist was short and fat. He smiled even if he did not smile, but it was extremely difficult for him to be serious.
He had his eyes closed. If he opened them, his bean-like eyes would be rather spirited. However, they were never in one place. He liked to look around and always gave people the feeling that he was not reliable.
Duobao, the eldest disciple of Jie School, the first disciple of the Grandmaster of Heaven. He had entered the sect before the Three Pure Ones had split up. His main body was only a mutated Treasure-seeking Rat of the Primordial World. Everyone knew about this, but no one dared to mock him.
No one knew how many treasures the beloved disciple of the Grandmaster of Heaven had. He was suspicious of the disappearance of the numinous treasures and spiritual roots of the Primordial World.
The immortal's wealth was rich. Perhaps he could be the leader of Chanism alone …
When Yang Jian's vanguard was ten li away from the entrance of the canyon, an invisible aura spread out from the west.
Those who knew how to observe Qi looked to the west. They could see a wisp of golden light flickering in the sky above the 400,000 vanguards of the Zhou Army.
It was the shadow of a golden dragon. It was the projection of King Wu of Zhou's destiny.
The word "Zhou" on the flag was the source of the golden light.
Suddenly, the golden dragon slapped the east. Wisps of golden light spread over and floated into the body of the Immortal of Chanism.
"He's here."
"We're finally here."
Perfected Taiyi and the Goddess of Golden Spirit muttered almost at the same time. However, Perfected Taiyi's words were filled with dissatisfaction, while the Goddess of Golden Spirit was filled with anticipation.
Hiroshige chuckled and slowly opened his eyes.
"Junior Brother Duobao, please make way." Hiroshige's voice was calm. He addressed Duobao as his junior brother because the Grandmaster of Heaven called the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning his Uncle-Master.
Hiroshige said loudly, "The current King Zhou of Shang is tyrannical and has harmed the world. We are both disciples of the Dao Sect. We are both protecting the human race. Why are you stopping us from killing such a tyrant who has harmed the human race?!"
"Yes, yes, yes. You're right. I can't win against you," Daoist Duobao replied with a smile and looked at him with the strictest gaze in his life.
He glared at Hiroshige.
"Hmph! Senior Brother Hiroshige! Junior Brothers of Chanism! Ah, Junior Sisters. "Daoist Duobao only said a few words in a dignified manner. He smiled and greeted the two female immortals of Chanism in front of him.
The Goddess of Golden Spirit cursed, "Why are you wasting your breath on them? Just fight!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Wait for me to finish," Daoist Duobao said calmly. Instead, he revealed a hint of dignity.
He continued, "The three sects signed the God roll. My master, the Grandmaster of Heaven, respects the two Uncle-Masters and strictly ordered us disciples not to enter the South Continent. We are at odds with the many fellow disciples of Chanism. Most of us followed Master's orders and waited for the situation to change in the overseas Immortal Dao."
"However, there are always disciples who did not follow Master's orders. They entered the South Continent for various reasons and were sent to the God roll by everyone. There are dozens of them!"
"My Junior Brother Zhao Gongming is wholeheartedly trying to resolve the Great Tribulation. Have you ever given him any chance to explain!?!"
"My disciple entered the South Continent to guard the citizens of a city. Senior Brother Hiroshige! Did you give her a chance to beg for mercy!?! "
"Junior Sister Three Xiao Immortals set up an array formation in anger, but it only reduced some of your cultivation levels. The two Uncle-Masters worked together to break the array formation. Two died and one was injured. They entered the God roll together. Have you ever given them any chance!?!"
Daoist Duobao raised his head. His originally comical face was filled with sorrow.
It was not that he was not angry, but no one could understand it.
"In that case, at most, our two sects will fight to the death. Those who die will enter the God roll, and those who survive will continue to return to the mountain to live freely."
Hiroshige nodded calmly and said, "Under the Great Tribulation, there's no need to say anything. Today, our two sects are fighting for the prosperity of the Dao Sect!"
"What a good saying!" Daoist Duobao laughed. "Where are the immortals of Jie School!?!"
Hundreds of experts of Jie School cupped their hands. "Yes, Eldest Senior Brother."
They stood up. Light flowed around the immortals. Many legendary immortal treasures and numinous treasures appeared.
"Junior Brothers, Junior Sisters, Fellow Disciples!"
Hiroshige held the Male and Female Swords in his hand and the Heaven Seal in his palm. The Luo Po Bell on his headband swayed gently.
Perfected Taiyi could not help but come out of the second floor and say, "We can finally fight openly!"
As he spoke, more than ten immortal lights turned around, as if they wanted to compete with Daoist Duobao.
The immortals of Chanism took out their treasures and condensed their mystical abilities.
Daoist Duobao and Hiroshige made similar gestures at the same time. The immortals from both sides did not attack. Instead, they kept spreading out as they confronted each other. Their gazes were already locked onto the cultivators who were about to fight.
Only Huanglong Daoist continued to stand there calmly, as if she was not in a hurry to attack …
That's right. He only had those few methods to prepare for battle.
Not long after, hundreds of immortals of Chanism and Jie School were scattered in the air within 500 kilometers. Those with lower cultivation levels went to the edge, while those with sharp mystical abilities and powerful treasures moved closer to the center.
The closer one was to the center, the more attacks one would have to endure in a battle. Those who were lacking in ability might die in an instant without a burial place.
In the center, there were still those familiar faces. There were dozens of experts from the Dao Sect facing each other.
In the Boundary Plate Pass, Shen Gongbao, who was sitting in the city tower, chuckled. He raised his hand and stroked the soft fur of the black leopard that was lying at the side.
"Ah, they're really going to fight."
The expression of the guard at the same table turned ugly. He was also a cultivator. He was Xu Gai, who had appeared on the Golden Chicken Ridge previously. Due to the merit of stopping the enemy at the Golden Chicken Ridge, he was not punished for his failure. Instead, he was rewarded by Di Xin and continued to guard the Boundary Plate Pass.
"Shengong, can the immortals of Jie School win?"
"Win? It's hard to win. "Shen Gongbao chuckled and teased the black leopard with a chicken drumstick. The latter rolled its eyes helplessly and lay there lazily. It was not interested in such mortal dishes.
"Then, then we …"
Shen Gongbao smiled and said, "Just watch. When have you ever seen so many experts gathered together?"
Xu Gai's expression was ugly as he squeezed out a smile.
"There's no winner or loser in the Great Tribulation of the Dao Sect. The ones who lose are those who care about the outcome. The ones who win are those who can survive. That's all."
Shen Gongbao looked at the dark clouds that stretched for 500 kilometers outside the window.
Before the two sects attacked, the world had already changed color. Lightning intertwined and the sky darkened.
"Attack. What are you waiting for?" Perfected Taiyi urged impatiently and casually shot out a stream of light.
The stream of light instantly ignited the Essence Energy within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers.
The immortals of the two sects moved at the same time!
Daoist Duobao cupped his hands and bowed. "Sorry for the offense."
After saying that, spiritual light flickered around him. The immortals of Jie School attacked together, and their Essence Energy suddenly boiled!
The immortals of Chanism did not give in at all. Their spiritual light was dazzling, and their immortal spells were powerful. The world seemed to be affected by them, and they pulled down a corner of the sky!
That was it!
The battle between Chan School and Jie School rose like thunder. More than a hundred names on the God roll appeared!
On the ground, in the marching army, a figure stood up from the war chariot. He had already put on the snow-white divine armor again.
His long hair was tied up and danced behind him. The wind blowing from the sky became even more intense.
"Army, stop!"
Yang Jian shouted and soared into the sky. "Wait for my return!"
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