The immortals of Chanism could not let Yang Jian join the battle just like that. Hiroshige immediately got Yuding Zhenren to guard Yang Jian and ordered the immortals of Chanism to split up and fight their way into the array.
A huge battle broke out at the outermost edge of the Myriad Immortal Array. The immortals fought, the earth shook, the Primordial Qi kept boiling, and the immortal light kept shaking.
Yang Jian was focused on resisting the power of the Six Soul Banner, but his heart kept struggling. It was as if he was a deserter, and his heart was not at ease.
"It's fine. My sect has the upper hand."
Yuding Zhenren whispered in his ear. Yang Jian's mind relaxed, and the power of his Primordial Spirit was reborn. The dizziness and pain quickly subsided.
This was already the 14th time the Six Soul Banner had attacked. The pain was far more painful than the first time.
Even if Yang Jian could grit his teeth and endure it, and he had the mysterious and powerful little cauldron to protect his Primordial Spirit, he still felt as if most of his strength had been sucked out. He sat in front of the array, sweating profusely.
When he opened his eyes, the light in front of him was slightly distorted. Yang Jian thought that there was something wrong with his eyes, but he immediately noticed the abnormality of the Myriad Immortal Array.
The outer light wall kept twisting, like a canvas that had been grabbed by force, and the corners were collapsing rapidly.
"Master, I'm fine."
"Let's enter the array together." Yuding Zhenren's voice was still gentle and calm, without much fluctuation. "Speaking of which, you and I have never fought with others like this before."
Yang Jian laughed, evaporated the sweat on his body, and put on Ao Xuehan obediently. "Master always helps me deal with the aftermath."
"Actually, I don't like to fight with others." Yuding Zhenren looked at the Myriad Immortal Array in front of him. With his cultivation level, he could see that there was a huge battle going on inside. Figures crisscrossed, and immortals fell one after another.
Names kept appearing in Yang Jian's mind. That was the Investiture of the Gods.
"However, although the world is vast, there is only so much Dao Luck. Although I don't fight for it, I have no choice but to fight for it."
As soon as Yuding Zhenren finished speaking, he waved his big sleeves and a magnificent wave swept forward, directly shattering the outer wall of the formation that was about to be broken.
Then, with his left hand behind his back, he formed a sword with his right hand. A faint light condensed into the shape of a sword at his fingertips.
Yuding Zhenren took a step forward and appeared at the place where the immortals of Jie School gathered. Then, he raised his hand and the sword shadow fell. More than ten heads were sent flying.
Yang Jian was a little stunned. His master did not allow him to fight the immortals of Jie School, but he actually started a massacre. This is really …
"Where is the Goddess of Golden Spirit!?!"
With a long howl, Yang Jian raised his spear and charged into the Myriad Immortal Array.
The Goddess of Golden Spirit, who was fighting with Hiroshige, turned around when she heard that. Hiroshige did not chase after her. Instead, he retreated and allowed the Goddess of Golden Spirit to rush over and fight Yang Jian.
When old enemies met, their eyes were naturally exceptionally red.
The first battle between Yang Jian and the Goddess of Golden Spirit began at the foot of Mount Qi. The Goddess of Golden Spirit and the Great Black Clouds Immortal had joined forces with Zhao Gongming to plot against Yang Jian. They wanted to kill Yang Jian before the Great God-Conferment Tribulation completely began.
Unexpectedly, Yang Jian had just mastered his Mysterious Technique and had an indestructible body. He had really caused the Goddess of Golden Spirit to suffer a hidden loss and her reputation was greatly reduced.
Ever since then, Yang Jian had been angry that the Goddess of Golden Spirit had attacked him viciously and treated him as an enemy. They had fought several times, but they had never been able to determine the victor.
Today, Yang Jian was not in his best condition. The disturbance of the Six-Soul Banner made him in a slightly bad condition. His movements were a little weak.
However, that did not make Yang Jian have any intention of retreating without fighting. Instead, he focused on dealing with it and kept reminding himself that he was not in a good condition. He fought in a normal manner, but there was hidden killing intent.
The two sects met in the Ten Thousand Immortal Array. The bones in the array did not leave their names.
It was a pity that a withered crow had passed through the Netherworld after ten thousand years of cultivation.
Mortals could still enter the reincarnation cycle to live another life. However, if cultivators were defeated in the battle, most of them would die and their souls would dissipate.
Only a small portion of the immortals in the battle today could enter the God roll. The others who died in the battle were worse than mortals.
Yang Jian and the Goddess of Golden Spirit fought each other. The two of them fought back and forth like two flags.
Around the place where they were fighting, various mighty figures displayed their mystical abilities. The immortals everywhere wanted to fight for supremacy.
Hiroshige relied on the power of the Heaven Seal to kill in and out of the immortals of Jie School. When the Heaven Seal smashed down, there were very few people who could resist and not die.
There was no need to mention Yuding Zhenren. It was difficult for the immortals of Jie School to be his match. He used his sword fingers to wander around the Ten Thousand Immortal Array. From time to time, he would go to the rear array. The immortals of Jie School dodged when they saw that. There were actually a few small array formations that were broken without attacking.
The other twelve Golden Immortals were stopped by the experts of Jie School. They were really not as "impressive" as Hiroshige and Yuding Zhenren.
Unfortunately, Daoist Duobao had died in the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array and was captured alive by his father. The Three Xiao Immortals and Zhao Gongming had long entered the God roll and could not come out to face the enemy.
Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would win in the Ten Thousand Immortal Array today.
Daoist Randeng and the Black Clouds Immortal fought. The Great Black Clouds Immortal, who usually never killed the immortals of Chanism, also had killing intent today.
This battle concerned the survival of Jie School. The Great Black Clouds Immortal had no choice but to be ruthless.
Daoist Randeng, on the other hand, was in a different state than before. A green lamp shone alone, and a faint green mist that lasted for ten thousand years. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact, he did not have any worries.
Daoist Lu Ya, who had rushed over to help, had already killed more than ten immortals of Jie School with his Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber. He specially looked for immortals of Jie School who were "tough", as if he was afraid that these experts would be missed by the God roll.
Among the twelve Golden Immortals, the one who was in the most sorry state was Huanglong Daoist.
At that moment, Huanglong Daoist was dealing with Yuan Hong, who had been injured by Yang Jian and escaped. Although Yuan Hong's Eight-Nine Arcane Art was far inferior to Yang Jian's, it was still quite difficult to deal with.
Coincidentally, Huang Long did not have any divine weapons. He did not even have half a weapon that he could use. He could only be chased and beaten by Yuan Hong.
However, Huang Long's "luck" was rather mysterious. Although Yuan Hong had the upper hand, he could not hit Huang Long's vital points at all. It was as if Huang Long had seen through his subsequent moves. Every time, Huanglong Daoist would barely dodge it.
Although Huang Long's Dharma powers were powerful, his mystical abilities and Dharma spells did not hurt or itch Yuan Hong. He was really depressed, but he did not have any temper.
When Yang Jian saw that from the corner of his eye, he could only pray for his Uncle-Master and focus on dealing with the Goddess of Golden Spirit.
At that moment, Yang Jian was no longer in the sorry state he was when he had just come out of seclusion. He would not only be beaten but unable to retaliate.
On the contrary, as the battle continued to stimulate Yang Jian's mystic body and essence soul, the power of Yang Jian's essence soul, slowly recovered. Yang Jian's attacks became sharper and sharper. The Goddess of Golden Spirit even fell into a disadvantage.
It had to be said that Yang Jian's combat strength had advanced too quickly.
There were no shouts or much blood in the battle of cultivators. However, there were many curses.
Many of the dignified experts who had attained the Dao could not help but curse. Some said that they were not human, while others shouted that they were despicable and shameless. If they could use words to confuse the enemy's mind, it could barely be considered a tactic.
Compared to the second-generation disciples of Chanism, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and the other third-generation disciples were also shining.
At the very least, in the battle between the third-generation disciples, the few of them had swept through everything. They had really fought with invincibility.
Nezha, Wei Hu, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, and Mu Zha took care of each other and kept sending voice transmissions to remind each other. Huang Tianhua, who was slightly weaker, was taken care of by Nezha and Lei Zhenzi.
They advanced all the way and were invincible.
Only when an expert from Jie School, who had been famous for a long time, stopped them did the momentum of the five of them fall. The two sides continued to fight.
Outside the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, three figures were mixed in the cavalry. They were also protected by the experts of the Dragons and watched the outer layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array that had been broken.
Ao Xinke was naturally there, but Princess Long Ji did not enter the Ten Thousand Immortal Array. The remaining one was naturally Xiao Lan.
Her abilities were too weak. She could not even be considered cannon fodder.
"There are so many experts in the Dao Sect fighting. I wonder who will benefit in the end," Xiao Lan said softly, her eyes filled with emotions.
Although this scene was not as spectacular as the millions of cultivators fighting in the trichiliocosm, Xiao Lan had never seen such power in her life.
Long Ji said softly, "Sister-in-law is the Princess of the Dragons. She definitely has the ability to know everything. I would like to ask you something."
"Just say it, Cousin." Ao Xinke smiled and welcomed her. She did not want to embarrass Yang Jian at all.
Long Ji asked in a low voice, "I heard that there was a rumor in the Celestial Court that it was about the general trend of the world. 'If it's overflowing, it will be a disaster. If it's empty, it will be peaceful.' What do these eight words refer to?"
Ao Xinke looked at Long Ji and seemed to be surprised. She smiled and said, "Such words are really rare in the Primordial World. These should be words that have been passed down since ancient times. There's no way to find out who said them. I can't tell what they are referring to."
"Huh?" Long Ji nodded gently and smiled. "I'll make a wild guess. Sister-in-law, can you help me listen?"
"Just say it, Cousin."
"Ever since the world was born, the Heavenly Dao has brewed countless calamities. The two that have the deepest impact are the Dragon-Phoenix Initial Tribulation and the Great Magi-Demon War."
Ao Xinke nodded gently in agreement.
Long Ji continued, "Looking at the two Great Tribulations, I don't know why the battle between the dragons and phoenixes started. It's obvious that someone is controlling the Great Magi-Demon War."
"Before the two Great Tribulations, the Primordial World welcomed a rare scene. There are countless Daira Jinxian in the world, but they all died and were injured as the Great Tribulation ended."
"This should be the third time … When the Dao Sect reached its peak, the Heavenly Dao attacked the Dao Sect and caused such a huge calamity, causing some immortals from the two sects to die."
"So, don't all of these correspond to those eight words?"
Ao Xinke pursed her lips and sighed softly. "I can't explain what you said, Cousin. I don't dare to speak nonsense."
Long Ji seemed to have already obtained the answer. She sat on the horse and pondered quietly.
Xiao Lan, who was at the side, blinked and looked at the two women who had put on their armor. Suddenly, she felt that her style was a little low. She could not interrupt at all.
Boom!
An earth-shaking sound suddenly came from ahead. Gusts of wind raged in the world.
Xiao Lan's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly looked forward. She saw that the outermost layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was collapsing. The immortals of Jie School at the periphery were either dead or injured. Another group of immortals from Jie School rushed out of the inner array and continued fighting.
The first layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was broken so easily.
However, there were also casualties among the immortals of Chanism. Half of the immortals could not continue with their Dharma powers. Hiroshige ordered them to retreat. Streams of light swayed towards the west.
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