The wind blew to the east, and the heroic spirits of thousands of years ago asked the sky with their swords.
On the 39th day of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, only the sixth layer and the seventh layer, where the Grandmaster of Heaven was, were left.
The area within a radius of 500 kilometers was devastated due to the continuous battles. The terrain had been changed countless times. The mountains and rivers had collapsed, and the city was empty.
Perhaps the only thing that the fire could not burn was ashes, and the only thing that the lightning could not sweep away was the dark clouds in the sky.
The rumbling war drums sounded, and the millions of Zhou soldiers could topple mountains and overturn seas. The flags fluttered towards the east, and the tails of the flags were like swords, as if they were going to tear apart the sky in the east.
At the eastern edge of the broken land that was hundreds of kilometers away, a large array formation shone with a light purple light. It continuously absorbed the Essence Energy of Heaven and Earth, as if it was a fortress built of Essence Energy.
The sixth layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
On the day that King Wu arrived at the frontline, he received the immortals of Chanism and worshipped Kunlun Mountain. He decided that Chanism would be the sect that protected the country and was supported by the destiny of the Human Emperor.
Thus, the immortals of Chanism formed a formation and attacked, breaking the fifth layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array. The immortals of Jie School seemed to want to make a last stand. Once the fifth array was broken, they returned to the rear array and did not fight against Chanism head-on.
As such, all the immortals of Jie School were gathered in the sixth array formation, followed by the Grandmaster of Heaven.
It was bound to be a bitter battle.
In front of the Zhou Army, King Wu rode a black horse. Beside him was Huang Feihu, who was riding a Five-colored Divine Bull, and Princess Long Ji and Lei Zhenzi, who had been arranged by Yang Jian to protect King Wu.
However, with just a sentence from Yang Jian, Long Ji and Lei Zhenzi seemed to have nothing to do with the dangerous battle that was about to begin.
"Where is the Prime Minister?"
King Wu remembered Yang Jian's previous instructions and shouted into the sky.
The dark clouds broke apart, and the figures of hundreds of immortals of Chanism stopped in the sky. There were nearly half of them a month ago …
Yang Jian rode a cloud and held the three pointed, double-edged spear. He lowered his head and said, "I'm here!"
"Today, the immortals have come to help me break this array formation and go east to fight King Zhou. I thank you on behalf of the people of the world. Prime Minister, is there anything I can do to help the Immortals? "
Yang Jian smiled and said, "If Your Majesty does not mind, you should hold a flag. As long as the flag does not fall, Zhou Country's luck will prosper!"
"Men, bring me the flag!"
King Wu dismounted from his horse and walked to the front of the formation with vigorous steps. With a loud shout, two armored soldiers immediately brought over the Zhou character banner.
Holding onto the flag, Martial King said, "Why doesn't the wind come?!"
With that, the west wind blew and the flag fluttered in the wind.
King Wu continued, "Why doesn't the heavens help us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark clouds in the sky churned, and suddenly, hundreds of purple thunderbolts struck down on the Innumerable Immortal Array!
The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation trembled!
"The sons of Zhou will wave the flags and shout for the immortals! The drums will not be heard, and this voice will not fall. May the immortals wipe out the enemies, open up a prosperous era for the human race, and return peace to the living beings of the South Continent! "
Yang Jian cupped his fists and shouted, "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Huang Feihu unsheathed his sword and sat on the Five-colored Divine Ox. He raised it high and roared, "Victory!"
The million soldiers of Zhou Country shouted, but after a few shouts, the sound waves merged into one and pushed towards the Ten Thousand Immortal Array! It was pushed towards Tongguan! It was pushed towards Chaoge City!
In the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, the immortals of Jie School looked angry. Obviously, they were angry at the 'despicable tricks' of Chanism.
On the city wall of Tongguan, Daji, who saw this, could not tell whether she was happy or angry. Shen Gongbao stood at the side and kept moaning softly with a faint smile on his lips.
In Chaoge City, King Zhou sat on the high platform, drowsy. His forehead was covered with a wet white cloth. The ministers in the hall kept whispering to each other.
Just as the number of immortals in the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was decreasing, the number of ministers in the court of Chaoge City was also decreasing.
They were not beheaded, but they fled overnight with their families.
In front of Lintong Pass, there would be a battle at the peak of the Dao Sect's Great Tribulation. Today, there might be a battle between Sages. Within thousands of kilometers, there were already many ancient mighty figures watching.
For example, the Second Sect Master of the Western Sect, Zhen Yuanzi, who lived in seclusion at the border of the Middle Continent, and the Asura, who had been hiding in the Nether Blood Sea for a long time … They had all revealed themselves.
The immortals of Jie School once again formed a battle array. However, they could only barely form five battle arrays today. There were many immortals who had died previously.
Yang Jian stood in front of the five arrays and bowed to the immortals from afar. That was because of his identity as the Prime Minister of Zhou.
"Uncle-Master, please."
Yang Jian made an inviting gesture. Hiroshige walked forward and glanced at the disciples. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"In the end, we have to end things with Jie School. Fellow Daoists, after this battle, we will gather in the Jade Void Palace to discuss the Dao."
After saying that, he turned around and held the Heavenly Seal with his left hand.
Despite the shouts of the three armies and the clamor of the mortals, the immortals silently approached the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
After the immortals of Chanism, Yuding Zhenren and the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du rode a cloud. Yuding's expression was a little gloomy, as if that was his mood.
Until now, Yuding Zhenren had only destroyed the immortal bodies of the immortals of Jie School in the Ten Thousand Immortal Array and let the essence souls live.
"Don't forget to save some energy later. After breaking the array, you and I will find someone to fight." Xuan Du's lips did not move, but a voice entered Yuding Zhenren's ears.
Yuding nodded slightly and did not say anything.
Yang Jian stood in front of the battle array formed by the third-generation disciples. That battle array seemed to be the weakest, but it was not the weakest among the five arrays.
The main array formation was Huanglong Daoist. He had been entrusted with the responsibility of taking care of the disciples by the immortals of Chanism.
At that moment, Huanglong Daoist's face was tense. She looked straight ahead, and her palms were slightly sweaty.
Nezha and Wei Hu were at the front of the battle formation. The two of them were much more relaxed. They were still chatting and laughing.
Before the battle, the immortals were in all sorts of states. Although they were weak, they still had the various states of all living beings.
Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at the Zhou Army's formation. Ao Xinke was mixed in with the Zhou Army, as well as Xiao Lan and many Itinerant Immortals that he had specially left in the array, such as Xiao Shen.
The immortals of Jie School had nowhere to retreat in this battle. Both sides were really going to fight to the end.
The power of the Six-Soul Banner had already made Yang Jian unable to deal with it. Although the Martial King looked safe and sound today, it was because Long Ji had used an immortal technique to stabilize his soul.
He could not delay it or wait.
The Great Tribulation of the Dao Sect seemed to be coming to an end today.
Yang Jian grabbed the shaft of the spear and felt the patterns of the dragon spear with his palm. He felt a faint warmth on his forehead.
Then, Yang Jian retreated and returned to the battle formation of the third-generation disciples. Wei Hu and Nezha stopped smiling and took half a step back, giving the vanguard of the array to Yang Jian.
It was the first time Yang Jian had borrowed the power of the battle formation.
"Third-generation disciples, listen up!"
Yang Jian shouted, "Later, we will attack the array formation and let the elders of the sect accumulate more Dharma powers to deal with the immortals of Jie School!"
"Sure!"
"Yes!"
Du Xingsun stomped his feet and shouted, "Eldest Senior Brother is right! We will definitely not drag Eldest Senior Brother down! "
Huang Tianhua, who was at the side, rolled his eyes but did not say anything depressing.
That arrangement had actually been set a few days ago.
Yang Jian had the Heaven-Splitting Dao runes and a powerful mystic body. Under the guidance of the Huanglong Daoist, he could gather the power of the array formation on his body. Even if he could not tear apart the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, he could greatly exhaust the power of the array formation.
The third-generation disciples who had exhausted their Dharma powers did not have to enter the Ten Thousand Immortal Array to fight. They could recover their Dharma powers on their own. They were also protecting the disciples in disguise.
Actually, Hiroshige had made too many schemes and arrangements for today.
In order to reduce the losses of the disciples of Chanism, Hiroshige had been thinking about how to exhaust the strength of Jie School. From the moment the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism appeared to fight the Ten Absolute Arrays to the moment Hiroshige ordered his junior brothers to attack Zhao Gongming, it was obvious what he was thinking.
He was the Eldest Senior Brother of Chanism. There was nothing wrong with that plan.
It was just his standpoint.
Sometimes, Yang Jian looked down on what this Uncle-Master had done. For example, Hiroshige had deliberately provoked Jie School and provoked the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array …
If the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array had not been broken by the Four Saints, the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array and the Ten Thousand Immortal Array would have been used at the same time, and Chanism and the Western Sect would have joined forces.
Now, the outcome was gradually obvious. Wasn't it because the teacher of the Xuanyuan Emperor, the first immortal who struck the bell in the Jade Void Palace, had planned step by step?
Perhaps he also wanted to wave his sleeves and show the demeanor of an expert. How could Chanism win against Jie School in the Great God-Conferment War?
Therefore, Yang Jian admired Hiroshige.
The array formation slowly moved forward, and the four arrays in front "opened" to the left and right. Yang Jian led the third-generation disciples and gradually approached the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
Three kilometers away, Yang Jian stopped. Everyone looked at him and the disciples behind him.
Yang Jian suddenly muttered softly, "Aren't there only more than 300 positions on the God roll? Why have so many immortals of the Dao Sect died today? "
When did the situation start to get out of control?
Perhaps it was because of the Immortal Vanquishing Sword Array and the battle of the Saints that the God-Conferment Battle had completely turned into an internal battle of the Dao Sect.
Wei Hu said, "Eldest Senior Brother …"
"Where are the Dharma powers of the disciples!?!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath. His robe fluttered, and his long hair and the hem of his robe fluttered at the same time.
That's right. Why did he care about that? He only needed to do everything that his master had arranged.
Because that would not be wrong.
His master, Yuding, was the one who gave him everything. His master was one of the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism. What did the life and death of Jie School have to do with him?
However, he could not bear to do so.
At that moment, Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang, whose mystic bodies were full, gathered towards his arms. The 81 Xuan Beads seemed to be able to perform all the changes in the world and the mysterious path of the Dao. They were constantly shining with different halos.
The image of the indomitable burly man appeared in Yang Jian's mind. That was a scene that would appear before he used the Nine Styles of Splitting Heaven.
Yang Jian stood at the foot of the giant. At that moment, he still felt that he was as small as an ant and not worth mentioning …
'Are there things that you have no choice but to do?'
He murmured softly in his heart. The indomitable giant seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and nodded gently.
An image suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes. It was a man in white. He had a smile on his face, but his body was surrounded by filth.
"Pan, kill me. Don't let them humiliate my spirit."
The giant did not say anything. He only slowly raised his ax and slashed at the white shadow.
After the axe was swung, the white shadow dissipated. The giant looked down at his axe and let out a low sigh.
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.
The Dao Rhyme of Splitting Heaven lingered around his body. The Xuan Gang and the Xuanqi seemed to have ascended for a moment!
Yang Jian pursed his lips. His eyes were bloodshot. He raised the long spear with both hands and guided his own strength. He guided the almost endless magic power that was surging from behind him!
The seventh style!
Slash!
An arc of light that made the world dim suddenly bloomed in front of the battle formation. It pulled out many wrinkles in the universe like a curtain, and then it collapsed in an instant!
It was this slash that smashed into the light wall of the sixth layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, leaving behind a dark and empty hole!
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