The moment the three-pointed, double-edged spear pierced through the Goddess of Golden Spirit's immortal body, Yang Jian struggled weakly. However, he could only use the Xuan Gang to destroy the Goddess of Golden Spirit's essence soul.
This was a battle between the two sects. They could not appreciate each other. Moreover, when the Goddess of Golden Spirit wanted to kill Yang Jian, she did not hesitate at all.
Yang Jian lay on the ground. He was not exhausted. However, his essence soul had been injured by the Six-Soul Banner previously. At that moment, he had yet to recover. He had only fought with the Goddess of Golden Spirit for more than ten rounds just now. He had only been holding on with his heart.
When the Xuan Gang destroyed the Goddess of Golden Spirit's essence soul, the energy in Yang Jian's heart dissipated. He immediately fell to the ground and could not move.
That was just nice. He could see the scene of the immortals of Jie School dying in the sky …
Ao Xinke flew over from the side and protected Yang Jian's body. She hurriedly healed Yang Jian's injuries and recovered the damage to his essence soul.
"Ah …"
With a soft sigh, the Goddess of Golden Spirit's body seemed to tremble.
Yang Jian's expression did not change. Ao Xinke looked like she was facing a formidable enemy. More than ten immortals of Chanism pounced around Yang Jian and looked warily at the beautiful corpse of the Goddess of Golden Spirit.
"It's fine," Yang Jian said softly. "That's just the power of her essence soul that has yet to dissipate."
The strength of the Goddess of Golden Spirit was obvious. If the opportunity allowed, even if her True Spirit was destroyed, the power of her essence soul could very likely create a new living being.
However, there could not be such an opportunity here.
The sigh circulated with the wind. Yang Jian also sensed it. There was an additional name on the God roll.
The Goddess of Golden Spirit.
As if the Heavenly Dao was deliberately reminding him, after the words' Goddess of Golden Spirit ', her title appeared — Lady Mother of the Chariot.
Yang Jian lay there speechlessly for a long time as he watched the immortals of Chanism fly to the east to destroy the third array formation of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
When the immortals of Chanism returned, figures landed around Yang Jian. All of them wanted to congratulate Yang Jian for making a huge contribution and killing the Goddess of Golden Spirit. However, they did not know what to say when they looked at the Goddess of Golden Spirit's corpse.
The Huanglong Daoist sighed, "A cultivator's whole life is just a handful of dirt."
"Even such a powerful being died in battle here. Perhaps you and I will end up like her later."
Yuding Zhenren and the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du landed beside Yang Jian. Xuan Du kept staring at the Goddess of Golden Spirit and said in a low voice, "When I first saw her, she was just an unruly girl. She forced me to call her Senior Sister all day."
Halfway through his speech, he stopped abruptly, making everyone sigh with sorrow.
"Are your injuries serious?" Yuding Zhenren asked warmly.
Yang Jian finally got up and forced a smile at Yuding. He shook his head and looked at the corpse at his feet.
"Master, bury her … After all, she's a mighty figure. Don't insult her immortal body like that."
Yuding pointed to the side gently. The corpse of the Goddess of Golden Spirit turned into golden light and dissipated.
An immortal at the side asked, "Has the Goddess of Golden Spirit entered the God roll?"
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded slightly.
Another immortal asked, "How should we deal with the captured immortals of Jie School?"
Yang Jian perked up. The Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice that he had been carrying on him finally came in handy.
"Where?"
"This way …"
Ao Xinke supported Yang Jian and followed the immortals of Chanism to a small array formation.
There were sixteen immortals maintaining the array formation. Among them, there were dozens of dispirited immortals. All of them had been cast spells and tied up with Immortal-Binding Ropes. They were really like fish that could be slaughtered.
Among them, Yang Jian saw three strange-looking immortals at a glance. The lion-headed Qiu Head Immortal, the elephant-nosed Spirit Tooth Immortal, and the golden-haired Golden Light Immortal. They were also the three main array members of Jie School's battle formation. They were all captured by Yuding Zhenren.
Manjusri Heavenly Lord Guangfa said, "These are all cultivated from Kunlun Feather. Their foundation is shallow and their Dao is mottled. Why don't we use a secret technique to change their minds and turn them into mounts?"
Yang Jian suddenly turned around and glared at Manjusri Heavenly Lord Guangfa. His gaze was aggressive, but his words were not too forceful.
Yang Jian said in a low voice, "They are all immortals of Dao Sect. How will the cultivators in the world judge them by doing this?"
Randeng, who was meditating cross-legged in the distance, said, "The disciples of the Dao Sect should have a good background and good fortune. If we take these evil paths as mounts, we can increase our strength in fights of magical powers."
Yang Jian's expression gradually turned cold. "Deputy Sect Master, have you ever thought about what Uncle-Master would think if we use these immortals of Dao Sect who follow Uncle-Master as mounts?"
"I don't have any intention of siding with Jie School. The dispute between Uncle-Master and Uncle-Master is caused by us disciples. Uncle-Master did not hesitate to use the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation to stop him and attack his two brothers. It was to protect the disciples that he taught. "
"A saint is a saint after all. A saint is immortal! If we humiliate Uncle-Master's immortals like this, we are really playing with fire. "
These words weren't too impassioned, but they were all clear truths.
The immortals agreed. Heavenly Venerable Manjusri could only smile and nod, as if he had accepted his disciple-nephew's "criticism".
Huanglong Daoist had always been on Yang Jian's side. She knew what Yang Jian was thinking and sighed.
"Among them, perhaps only a few people are on the God roll. If we kill them all, it would seem that our Chanism is too murderous and not benevolent."
Red Essence nodded slowly. "Too many people have died in the God Conferment Roll."
The immortals were silent. Yang Jian took out the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice and whispered a few words. The Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice flashed with rays of light. The rays of light were like ropes that wrapped around the immortals of Jie School in front of them.
The immortals of Jie School frowned and looked at Yang Jian. An impatient person cursed, "Why are you pretending!?! If you kill us, we can die with all the fellow Daoists! "
"Yes! Yang Jian, why don't you kill me!?! What right do you have to decide my life and death!?! "
"If you want to die, commit suicide," Yang Jian replied coldly. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over the immortals' heads.
At that moment, there were really two people who could not take it anymore and wanted to commit suicide. Unfortunately, their essence souls were restricted and they could not die even if they wanted to. They could only be sucked into the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice.
Yang Jian had reduced the cultivation levels of those immortals, but he did not destroy their foundations. They only needed hundreds or thousands of years of cultivation to recover their current strength. They would not delay their Dao enlightenment and cultivation.
However, when the immortals of Jie School were poured out of the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice, nearly half of them could not maintain their human forms and revealed their main bodies.
Indeed, most of the immortals of Jie School had a lot of connections with the demons. The auras of a few immortals were already quite similar to those of the demons …
In fact, the cultivation path of all living beings was probably the same. There was no way to investigate that.
Yang Jian asked, "Uncle-Master, can I be the second master?"
"Of course." Hiroshige nodded with a smile. "You can make the decision regarding the God Conferment."
"Imprison them in Kunlun Mountain. When the God Conferment is over, those who should be sealed in the Celestial Court will be sealed in the Celestial Court. Those who do not have a name on the God roll will be allowed to return and cultivate."
After saying that, Yang Jian coughed weakly. The immortals of Chanism agreed.
After putting away the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice, Yang Jian took his leave to recuperate. The immortals of Chanism sent their disciples to put away the Dharma treasures of Jie School that they had missed out on during the battle.
Yang Jian was supported by Ao Xinke and flew back to the Zhou Camp to rest. Just as he sat down, a figure barged in from outside the door and knelt in front of Yang Jian.
Thunder God Mouth, Thunderstorm Wings, who else could it be other than Lei Zhenzi?
Yang Jian's weakness was not faked. However, he could only endure the pain all over his body and help Lei Zhenzi up.
"What are you doing!?"
"As a general, I should be punished for putting the commander in a dangerous situation!" Lei Zhenzi raised his head and looked at Yang Jian guiltily, "I didn't think it through when I gave you the advice, and I almost put you in a desperate situation. It was really my fault. I deserve to die. Please punish me, Big Senior Brother!"
Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Wei Hu walked in from outside the tent and looked at Yang Jian. They wanted to say something but stopped.
"You should be the main contributor to breaking the third level of the Myriad Immortal Array Formation today." Yang Jian patted Lei Zhenzi's shoulder. "If you insist on feeling that you are at fault, then let's make up for it."
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
"If you insist on feeling sorry for me, then cook a table of dishes yourself. Let's drink and celebrate tonight!"
Lei Zhenzi still wanted to say a few more words, but Yang Jian's laughter made him nod his head heavily.
"I-I'll go prepare now," Lei Zhenzi said seriously. He was the youngest among his junior brothers. At that moment, he treated Yang Jian's joke as an important matter. He turned around and left in a hurry.
Nezha scratched his head. "What are we eating tonight? Thunder Scorched Bear Paw? Lightning Chicken Wings? "
A chuckle came from outside the tent. It was Princess Long Ji.
Xiao Lan had actually come as well. However, she was hiding outside the tent. She seemed to be troubled and a little sullen. She did not walk in.
Huang Tianhua blushed and subconsciously hid behind Nezha and Wei Hu. He kept poking Mu Zha's chest with his finger, causing goosebumps to rise all over Mu Zha's body.
"Brother, are you seriously injured?"
"It's alright. It's not a big problem." Yang Jian sat back in his seat and sighed. His mystic body had been severely injured previously, but it was recovering rapidly.
Actually, he had the confidence to agree to today's matter.
With Nirvana, at most, he would die and be reborn. He could even recover to his peak condition and fight a huge battle!
However, Nirvana also needed the True Spirit to guide it. It could not deal with the Six Soul Flag.
"Sit down and chat. Xinke, please prepare some drinks and refreshments. There's no need to count on Lei Zhenzi."
Everyone smiled and sat down. Long Ji volunteered to follow Ao Xinke to prepare food for them. Xiao Lan, who was outside the tent, followed the two big sisters and jogged to catch up.
Yang Jian felt a little relieved.
"I never thought that I would not be happy about the death of the Goddess of Golden Spirit."
Perhaps it was because of Hiroshige's sneak attack.
Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart. Although it was a little pretentious to say that, he did not feel that he had won very openly.
Although he could kill the Goddess of Golden Spirit in a few days and nights if he were to fight her alone …
It was fine not to mention it. He just did not want to think about it.
…
On the other side, at the center of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, many immortals knelt under the platform and cried.
"Master, Senior Sister Jin Ling died tragically in Yang Jian's hands. How should we avenge her!?!"
"Why do we have to stay in the array formation? Let's fight them to the death!"
"Master! Master! "
"Alright." The young man on the platform slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be an endless starry sky in his eyes, as if there was a vast chaos.
He waved his sleeve and the disciples were teleported to the outer array formation.
"There are still more than twenty days. The outcome will be clear. Disciples, guard the array formation. Do not casually leave the array formation to seek revenge."
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