A moment ago, it was still calm, but in the next moment, it was filled with killing intent!
At the corner of the city wall of Jiepai Pass, hundreds of soldiers were staggering, and two figures stood facing each other.
The old beggar's originally stooped figure slowly straightened up. His eyes were filled with coldness, and his body was surrounded by a black aura.
"Give it back … Give me back my treasure bag!"
Lü Chunyang held his sword and chuckled. Two figures suddenly rushed up. Lü Chunyang left first, and the old beggar followed closely behind!
The old man's face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were full of anger. "Give me back my treasure bag!"
Lü Chunyang did not say anything. He just flew quickly into the sky and left the area of Jiepai Pass. Then, he suddenly turned around!
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you!"
The sword was unsheathed, and a long dragon floated in the air. The sword came from the east, and the cold light that bloomed on the blade seemed to be able to cut open the world!
The old beggar's figure was fearless. He raised his hand and several beams of light appeared. With a Plague Sword in his hand, he slashed horizontally and vertically. Two beams of Sword Light crisscrossed and rushed forward!
Hum —
Ding!
The sword wills intersected, and a crisp sword hum sounded between heaven and earth. Lü Chunyang's sword pierced through the crisscrossed Sword Light and slashed at the beggar's figure that was chasing after him.
The latter seemed to be shocked by the Sword Light and hurriedly dodged. However, the Sword Light cut his left shoulder, causing blood to splatter wantonly in the air.
Lü Chunyang curled his lips. Lu Yue's primordial spirit really did not have much strength.
"How dare a nameless person bully me!"
The old beggar, who was also the body that Lu Yue's primordial spirit resided in, shouted angrily at Lü Chunyang. Three spirit snake shadows appeared behind him, and he raised his hand and pointed at Lü Chunyang.
The three spirit snakes expanded with the wind and turned into a giant python that was a thousand feet long in the blink of an eye. Its tail was attached to Lu Yue's body, and they intertwined with each other as they opened their mouths to bite Lü Chunyang.
"You're not strong either." Lü Chunyang shook his head with slight regret. It seemed like he was not satisfied with meeting such an enemy. He raised his hand and the sky was filled with Sword Light.
The Sword Light flashed, and the giant python suffered a head-on blow. Its three thick and long bodies kept flickering, and its attacks kept coming to a halt.
In the boundary tablet pass, next to the bun stall.
The girl who had just handed the old beggar a bun sighed softly. She sat there quietly watching the situation on the horizon, holding a bun and taking small bites.
Perhaps it was because she felt a little sticky, so she raised her hand and gently rubbed the base of her ear, peeling off a piece of canvas on her face, revealing her original appearance.
Xiao Lan.
"This old man has no conscience at all," Xiao Lan muttered, "How can such a person be on the Investiture of the Gods? What will you do in the Celestial Court in the future? Bring disaster to the Three Thousand Worlds? "
A few armored soldiers rushed over and knelt on one knee to report.
"General, I've ordered everyone in the city to not draw water from the well!"
"Alright, let's go. There's nothing else to do here."
"Yes!"
Xiao Lan continued to eat her bun and watch the battle in the sky. She had wanted to comment on the Pure Yang Sword Immortal's sword intent and sword techniques, but when the words came to her mouth, she could only say, "What a beautiful sword."
Of course, it was also quite powerful.
Lü Chunyang wielded his sword like a brush, waving it freely in the air as if he was splashing ink. Sometimes, his sword stance was steady like a collapsing mountain, and sometimes, his sword intent was continuous like the patter of autumn rain.
He seemed to be constantly resisting the spirit snakes released by Lu Yue, but in fact, he was using his sword intent to lock onto Lu Yue. If Lu Yue dared to turn around, move sideways, or stop his attacks to reveal any flaws, the sword in Lü Chunyang's hand would attack violently!
Lu Yue, who was fighting with Lü Chunyang, knew this best.
Lu Yue's eyes widened, and his somewhat listless pupils reflected the free and unfettered figure of the Sword Immortal. Suddenly, a thick flame ignited in his eyes.
Death!
All of you should die!
Anyone who obstructs me must die!
"Ah —"
The old beggar let out a furious roar. His body exploded with a bang, revealing a huge seal.
A shadow sat cross-legged on the huge seal. It was Lu Yue's essence soul … No, it could only be said that it was more than half of it!
His left leg, left hand, and half of his torso had disappeared. It was as if he had been cut off by a sharp blade, but no one knew what method he had used to survive. He looked extremely terrifying.
Seeing that, Xiao Lan suddenly stood up. The bun in her hand was almost crushed. Lü Chunyang also frowned …
Did they miscalculate? The fellow who was wreaking havoc in the Zhou Nation was not Lu Yue's helper, but the other half of Lu Yue's essence soul?
If that was the case, he did not know if the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals and Li Jing could deal with it …
"Return my treasure belt!"
The power of the essence soul of a Quasi-Saint surged out, and the treasure seal smashed towards Lü Chunyang with a few numinous treasures.
The spirit python roared and combined into one, turning into a three-headed venomous python that whizzed toward Lv Chunyang.
"Hmph! It's just an essence soul. Do you think it can overturn the heavens!? "
Lü Chunyang rebuked angrily. He held his sword vertically in front of his face, the tip of the sword pointing towards the sky. He pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword and slowly raised it. The immortal sword immediately emitted beams of light.
Like a peacock spreading its tail, hundreds of sword shadows appeared behind Lü Chunyang in the blink of an eye, forming a semicircle sword array.
In the next instant, the Sword Light flashed explosively. The world was filled with sword scars, and the universe within a 500-kilometer radius was constantly in turmoil!
Seeing Lü Chunyang fend off Lu Yue once again, Xiao Lan immediately heaved a sigh of relief. She muttered, "Not bad, this sword immortal."
At that moment!
Screech —
A ball of fire came from the east, as though it was setting the world ablaze!
Amidst the flames, the divine phoenix phantom was filled with billowing flames. Lü Chunyang failed to retract his attack in time. The divine phoenix transformed into Yang Jian, but its speed wasn't slow at all. It charged straight into the sword shadows that filled the sky.
The three-pointed, double-edged spear left afterimages as Yang Jian raised it. His face, which remained calm even in the face of the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array, was now filled with rage.
"Lu Yue!"
"Yang!"
Shoo! Bang!
The spear shadow slashed down without the slightest bit of hesitation.
Lu Yue's essence soul retracted into the treasure seal. His face was filled with indignation and hatred.
Yang Jian's figure seemed to brush past the treasure seal, but the few plague numinous treasures floating around the treasure seal cracked simultaneously.
Yang Jian suddenly turned around. From extreme speed to extreme stillness, it made Xiao Lan, who was watching the battle, feel her chest tighten.
The spear spun as the tip of the spear drew a nearly perfect arc, pressing against the treasure seal.
A spider web-like crack appeared on the treasure seal. In the next moment, it exploded with a bang, and the illusory essence soul shadow was exposed.
Lu Yue sheathed his sword and watched the scene from afar. He sighed with his hands behind his back.
This guy was shouldering too much now.
Yang Jian roared and stabbed forward with his spear, directly penetrating Lu Yue's essence soul. The Xuan Gang surged and Xuanqi surrounded it. The Xuan Gang drilled into every part of Lu Yue's essence soul, but Xuanqi wrapped Lu Yue's essence soul from the outside and protected it firmly.
At this moment, Lu Yue's expression was calmer. He didn't say anything and just sneered at Yang Jian.
What can you do to me?
You can't destroy my essence soul because I'm on the Deification List. If I lose to you today, I can still live freely when I enter the Celestial Court tomorrow.
Yang Jian did not say anything. He twisted his spear and the Xuan Gang turned into thousands of sharp blades that erupted from Lu Yue's essence soul and pierced through Xuanqi.
The pain of his essence soul being cut was thousands of times worse than the pain of his body!
Lu Yue let out a miserable cry, but he stopped halfway. His essence soul collapsed …
A golden light came from the west and swept away a portion of Lu Yue's essence soul. Yang Jian did not care much. He nodded gently at Lü Chunyang and turned around to rush into the Zhou Nation.
Thousands of kilometers away, outside the Zhou Capital.
The Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals that filled the sky formed a circular array that was 50 kilometers in diameter, firmly blocking a figure that was charging left and right.
Tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers began to slowly advance towards the array formation, constantly shrinking the range of the other party's chaotic movements. Above the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals Array, Li Jing stood there with the Exquisite Pagoda, his eyes filled with admiration.
Such a huge array formation was indeed not something that mortal soldiers could compare to.
If he could command such troops one day, that would be the realm of a military expert.
After a while, Yang Jian rushed over and pounced towards the Heavenly Soldiers Array.
With just one spear and one saber, Yang Jian sliced the fat body into pieces, revealing the small headless body.
In the same way, the Xuan Gang cut apart half of Lu Yue's essence soul. The small half of his essence soul could not scream, but that scene still made the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals tremble.
Perfected Lord Erlang was really ruthless when he was angry.
Another golden light came from Mount Qi and swept away a small portion of his essence soul. At that moment, Yang Jian sensed that Lu Yue's essence soul had already entered the God roll.
If he was in the mood to experience what the two small pieces of essence soul were, perhaps Yang Jian would have a deeper understanding of the Essence Soul Dao. However, he was clearly not in the mood … The wind blew past.
The wind blew past, and the world was silent. Only Yang Jian stood in the large pit in the ground, not saying a word.
After an unknown period of time …
"Heavenly Soldiers, listen up. Lu Yue has been eliminated. Everyone, you can return to the Celestial Court to report … Thank you."
"Perfected Lord, you're welcome."
"We are willing to protect the cities of the Zhou Nation until the end of the God-Conferment Tribulation. We will help you avoid worries."
Yang Jian nodded. His figure slowly flew up on a cloud, as if he had returned to his usual calm.
"Prime Minister." Li Jing landed on the cloud to welcome him. He cupped his hands and bowed to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian forced a smile and said, "I called you here previously because of the poisonous fog. Now that the matter is over, the army in the North Road cannot be without a commander. Go to the city and visit your family before returning to the North."
"Thank you, Prime Minister." Li Jing was delighted. Since he was outside the Zhou Capital, he had to go back to see the Yin Clan. Yang Jian was quite understanding and did not chase him away.
Yang Jian waved his hand and rode a cloud to Mount Qi not far away.
The God Conferment and God Conferment were not only good gods, but also evil gods. The God of Plague, Lu Yue, was a model.
The operation of the world and the Three Realms were not enough to rely on the immortals who sang praises. Humans had birth, old age, sickness, and death. There were also floods and locusts in the human world. All of that needed evil gods to preside over.
In fact, there was no difference between good and evil immortals. Good and evil was just the perception of the human race.
The most ideal righteous god of the Celestial Court was to perform the duties of their respective Deity Positions. The lower their personal emotions, the better.
Yang Jian understood that he had long understood those principles. Moreover, as the God-Conferment continued, his understanding of those principles became deeper.
However …
Why …
Did he want to use the authority in his hands to mess with this God of Plague?
The God-Conferment Platform was in sight. Bai Jian was already waiting outside. He knelt on one knee and bowed to Yang Jian, inviting Yang Jian into the Divine General's Residence.
At that moment, the Divine General's Residence was already filled with people.
In the Divine General's Residence, the moment Yang Jian appeared, the Divine Generals of Chan School and Jie School stood up at the same time. One group welcomed him happily, while the other group looked at Yang Jian in disgust. They were still filled with hostility.
"Where's Lu Yue?"
Yang Jian's voice was cold. It was so cold that it made people shiver.
Bai Jian wanted to say something but hesitated. However, when he saw the anger surging under Yang Jian's calm face, he could only whisper.
"I've already suppressed him in the prison."
"Take me there."
"But, Perfected Lord, you can't kill him …"
"I know what to do."
"Yes."
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