The arc of light slashed the Ten Thousand Immortal Array diagonally. The light wall of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array emitted a series of explosions, and a chaotic phenomenon appeared in the world.
The sixth layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was almost split open by Yang Jian's spear.
In the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, hundreds of immortals who were in charge of the array spat out blood at the same time. There were immediately replaced immortals around them to replenish the array with Dharma powers. Only then did they barely manage to block Yang Jian's spear that had gathered the Dao runes of the Heaven-Splitting Dao and the power of the third generation disciples of Jie School.
However, a few figures appeared at the place where the arc of light slashed and attacked at the same time!
Yuding Zhenren's robe fluttered as he slapped dozens of times in an instant!
The Heaven Seal in Hiroshige's hand was surrounded by layers of treasure light. There was the sound of chanting sutras and bells being rung. It smashed into the place where the arc of light had slashed!
The light wall of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array flickered, and half of the immortals of Jie School who were maintaining the array were sent flying by the backlash of the array.
"Alright, let me open it."
Xuan Du waved his hands gently, but there was Yin and Yang Qi circulating in them. The Taiji Twin Fish swam slowly, and a Taiji Painting that seemed like it would shatter if the wind blew, floated forward.
It followed the trajectory of Yang Jian's spear and filled the Cosmic Crack that was slowly closing.
The seemingly powerless Taiji Painting was like the sharpest blade in the world. It directly cut open the Ten Thousand Immortal Array and created a small crack!
It was this crack that became the most crucial part of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array!
Four immortal spells that contained the power of the four battle formations of Chanism attacked and struck the Ten Thousand Immortal Array …
The light purple wall of light that seemed indestructible was first bombarded by the lightning of the Heavenly Dao, and then weakened by Yang Jian's attack that contained the Dao runes of the Heaven-Splitting Dao. Then, a crack was opened by the three top mighty figures!
In the end, it was broken. The wall of light that blocked the battle between Chanism and the immortals of Jie School had finally been broken!
At that moment, the remaining 2,600 immortals of Jie School formed a large array. Under the control of the Goddess of Turtle Spirit, they mobilized endless Primordial Energy to protect themselves, trying to consume the Dharma powers of the immortals of Chanism.
However, the four battle formations of Chanism were like four sharp blades. They had to forcefully insert themselves into the array formation of Jie School even if they had to expend a lot of their Dharma powers to prevent the immortals of Jie School from activating the Ten Thousand Immortal Array again!
The battle formation that Yang Jian was in was unable to move forward. The disciples all looked tired and could only watch from afar.
He had never been so tired. Yang Jian sat on the cloud, unable to move even a finger.
Hiroshige shouted angrily, and the Flipping Heaven Seal smashed toward the Goddess of Turtle Spirit. The Goddess of Turtle Spirit was the weakest among the eight disciples. At this time, she was a little flustered. She only managed to resist Hiroshige's attack with the help of the Goddess of Wudang.
However, Hiroshige found the Goddess of Turtle Spirit and activated the Heaven Seal repeatedly. The Goddess of Turtle Spirit was worried about protecting herself. The defensive array formation of Jie School instantly collapsed.
The battle formation of Jie School unleashed its might. Immortal light flickered, and Dharma treasures whistled over. Dharma spells and mystical abilities poured down in all directions.
At this point in the battle, there seemed to be so many immortals in Jie School. However, in reality, there were not many true experts.
Those who were slightly capable were secretly taken away by the Western Sect. Seeing that Jie School was at a dead end, they retreated a little.
Those who could stay there were only grateful to Jie School. They remembered the Grandmaster of Heaven's enlightenment and teachings and guarded that place to the death …
An immortal of Jie School who was only at the Golden Immortal realm had died in battle. The death of an immortal of Jie School who was considered mid-tier at the Daira realm had a similar impact on the battle between the two sects.
Before they slowly closed their eyes, the scene reflected in their eyes was that of the young Saint who liked to wear white on the Overseas Immortal Island back then and listening to him talk about the Dao of Longevity …
"Ah."
Yang Jian looked at the biggest battle in front of him during the God-Conferment Tribulation. Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang were quickly filling up his body, but he still did not have the intention to move his fingers.
"Senior Brother!"
Nezha carried the Fire-tipped Spear and rushed past Yang Jian. "I'll go and help Master and the others!"
"Eldest Senior Brother, rest well. It's not easy for Eldest Senior Brother to break the array formation today. Leave the rest to us."
Wei Hu said from the side and chased after Nezha with Muzha and Huang Tianhua.
"Be careful …"
Yang Jian muttered. He watched the four of them barge into the chaotic battlefield and charge together. He heaved a sigh of relief.
Half of the third-generation disciples recovered and took the initiative to stand up. They rushed towards the Ten Thousand Immortal Array one after another.
When Yang Jian took a deep breath and slowly stood up, more than ten third-generation disciples and disciples behind him stood up and looked at Yang Jian's back.
Yang Jian walked forward with his spear in hand. He did not walk fast, but every step he took attracted the gazes of more immortals from Jie School.
Every step he took seemed to be crushing the last obsession in the Dao hearts of the immortals of Jie School.
Finally, Yang Jian grabbed his spear and growled. His entire body seemed to be devoured by flames as he rushed into the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
It was the Clear Combustion of the Xuan Gang!
This time, Yang Jian did not hold back at all. He rushed into the immortals of Jie School like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He endured countless streams of light and cut a path for the immortals of Jie School.
So what if I kill!?!
So what if it's ridiculous benevolence and righteousness!?!
What's wrong with this world? Why is there such a huge calamity? Who is the one who is stirring up trouble behind the scenes and insisting that Chanism and Jie School can only exist!?!
Yang Jian knew too little about that.
Hiroshige had submitted to the invisible hand. All he could think about was how to weaken the strength of the ten thousand immortals of Jie School and allow Chanism to survive.
Yang Jian did not have the right to come into contact with that level previously. At that moment, when he looked back, it was laughable to want to cause trouble with his own strength …
Since he could not change it …
Since this was destined to be the outcome …
Then let it end as soon as possible!
Yang Jian seemed to have gone crazy. His spear shone with endless light. It was as if he was the only one left in the world who was waving his weapon and charging forward.
His vision suddenly became clear, but there was an azure wall of light in front of him.
Is the Grandmaster of Heaven, one of the Three Pure Ones and the Six Saints, inside?
Yang Jian suddenly had the urge to rush in and ask the Grandmaster of Heaven what he was doing. Why did he let so many immortals die for nothing? Why did he personally destroy the Dao Sect, which was already considered to be at its peak?
Is it to cater to the so-called law of 'extreme prosperity will lead to decline'?
Who can tell me the answer? Who can explain what's going on in this world!?!
Yang Jian suddenly turned around. He did not even look at the immortal blood on the ground behind him. He turned around and charged towards the immortals of Jie School.
In the azure wall of light, the young Daoist frowned slightly when he saw that. He gently shook the Six-Soul Banner in his hand. Yang Jian, who was in the midst of a chaotic battle, suddenly let out a tragic cry. He hugged his head with both hands and fell to the ground, rolling continuously.
The Grandmaster of Heaven had attacked!
Although he had only advanced the timing of the Six-Soul Banner's activation a little, it was still considered a move.
In the blink of an eye, streams of light engulfed Yang Jian's body. When the streams of light dissipated, Yang Jian was still hugging his head and growling as he struggled. He completely ignored all the attacks around him.
The immortals of Jie School, who had already lost their top mighty figures, were powerless to do anything to Yang Jian after the array formation was destroyed.
They could only watch helplessly as Yang Jian slowly crawled up from the ground, holding onto his spear. His trembling body was once again filled with strength, and his pair of silent eyes were once again ignited with fire.
So what if it's the Six-Soul Banner!?!
So what if it's the 77th time!?!
Blood seeped out of the corner of Yang Jian's mouth. He had shattered his teeth and bitten the tip of his tongue when he resisted the Six-Soul Banner. Otherwise, he would have definitely fainted for a short period of time.
Normally, it would be fine, but not today.
Yang Jian thought about it. Just like when he broke the fifth Ten Thousand Immortal Array, the immortals of Jie School retreated …
Alright!
In today's battle, everything will be settled!
The names on the God roll were gradually filling up. The luck of the Celestial Court was becoming more abundant. The Dao Sect was constantly losing its fortune …
The Great God-Conferment Tribulation.
Perhaps it would end early today.
…
"Master, are we going to lose …"
The Goddess of Turtle Spirit muttered softly. She looked over and saw the tragic scene of the immortals of Jie School dying. Her eyes were blurry and she almost forgot to fight.
Do you remember …
Do you remember …
That day, the young Daoist suddenly barged into the island where they were cultivating. He found a random place to sit and began to recite some obscure sutras.
They could not understand, but they felt that it was quite interesting. It seemed to be beneficial to them, so they leaned over and listened carefully.
The Daoist spoke for a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years. In their ignorance, they knew that this person was a Saint. However, they did not feel that the Saint was terrifying at all.
"Everything can cultivate. The Heavenly Dao still has a chance of survival. Why can't all living beings live forever?"
"You fellows who have yet to be enlightened only know how to be grateful. Why did you give me these wild fruits? Who took this melon that has yet to ripen!?! Stand up. Really, I'm not good at killing. "
Those scenes flashed across the Goddess of Turtle Spirit's eyes and she smiled slightly.
"Turtle Spirit! Be careful! "
The Goddess of Wudang, who was fighting with Yuding Zhenren, hurriedly shouted. However, the Goddess of Turtle Spirit could not react in time. The Heavenly Seal that descended from the sky smashed her forehead.
The Nigong Pill shattered. Her figure, which was wrapped in an emerald green dress, slowly floated down from the world like a leaf falling from a branch.
"When did you gather so many? You can't bear for me to leave? Hahahaha! Then give this place to me and become my disciple. How about that? I just quarreled with Second Senior Brother and left the immortal mountain. I was worried about not having a place to stay. "
"Remember, I established Jie School. It's Jie School that intercepted a chance of survival for the living beings of the Primordial World!"
"Master …"
After fighting for half a day, the Goddess of Turtle Spirit died at dusk.
The Grandmaster of Heaven waved the Six-Soul Flag again. Yang Jian, who was chasing after the last few hundred immortals of Jie School, paused and immediately fell to the ground.
The immortals of Chanism behind Yang Jian were immediately disrupted. The remaining hundreds of immortals of Jie School fled into the last layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array under the curses of the Goddess of Wudang.
"Disciple-Nephew, how are you?"
"Uncle-Master has already attacked. Why hasn't Teacher appeared?"
"Don't criticize the Sect Master!"
Yang Jian only fainted for a while before opening his eyes weakly. Yuding Zhenren raised his hand and tapped Yang Jian's forehead. Yang Jian heaved a long sigh of relief. His pale face was flushed.
Slowly, he raised his hand and pointed at the last layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.
Coincidentally, the last layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array rippled gently and gradually dissipated, revealing the situation inside.
The hundreds of immortals of Jie School who had just escaped were also the last few hundred immortals of Jie School. They knelt beside the altar and cried out sorrowfully. The young Daoist who had been sitting in the altar had already stood up slowly.
The Daoist did not say a word. He only sighed softly and the flag in his hand fluttered gently.
Two figures appeared in the world. Lao Zi, who was riding on a cow, and the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, who was stepping on an immortal cloud, appeared in front of the immortals of Chanism.
At that moment, there were only about 200 immortals of Chanism who could stand. However, the core figures of Chanism were not too injured. Only more than 20 third-generation disciples had died long ago.
"What else do you want?"
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning closed his eyes. "The God roll is already 90% full. Do you still want to continue fighting?"
"Wudang." The Grandmaster of Heaven stood beside the Six-Soul Flag with his hands behind his back. He stood there quietly. "Take them away from the five continents and find a Great World to settle down in."
"Master!" The Goddess of Wudang's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Was he admitting defeat?
Was Master's pride going to be used to protect these disappointing disciples?
"We won't leave, Master! I won't leave! "
"Master!"
An immortal of Jie School knocked his head on the ground. His forehead was covered in dust, but he only cried out sorrowfully.
"I'm willing to coexist with my sect! We'll die together! Master, ah, Master! "
The Grandmaster of Heaven suddenly raised his hand and slashed. A Sword Light cut through the sky and broke the layers of array formations of the Celestial Court. It left terrifying ravines in the lower Fifth Heaven and sliced off a corner of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
The immortals of Chanism were shocked, and the disciples of Jie School fell silent.
Lao Zi sighed and said, "What do you want?"
"I want the world to collapse and return to silence with my deceased disciples."
The young Daoist was surrounded by a terrifying killing aura. The auspicious cloud brought by the appearance of the two Saints was actually dispersed by the killing aura.
In an instant, the entire eastern sky turned pitch-black. The sun and moon could not be seen.
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning's expression changed and he cursed, "Why are you still like this!?!"
"Can't I?" The Grandmaster of Heaven chuckled and looked at his two brothers. "Can't I?"
The young Saint suddenly revealed a trace of anger. His eyes flickered with supreme sword intent, and the Qingping Sword in his hand kept trembling.
"I want to destroy the Primordial World. Who can stop me!?! Who can!?! "
When the Saint was angry, the Heavenly Dao seemed to be trembling and begging for mercy. Sanguine light shone everywhere in the world, and the Dao laws kept collapsing and reforming …
Lao Zi frowned. The two Saints of the Western Sect appeared in the distance. Saint Nuwa also appeared above the South Ocean.
The Grandmaster of Heaven sneered and held the Qingping Sword in his hand. "Come, all of you. We'll fight here this time. Since I can fight four of you, I'm not afraid of fighting five of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light slowly appeared in the eastern sky. It seemed to be a pagoda and a hall. It crossed the void and came from nowhere.
"Why bother?"
It was just two faint words. The indescribable Dao runes circulated in the world. In an instant, the sky returned to normal.
In the corner of the Zhou Army, an inconspicuous spearman slowly raised his head and looked at the hall that was constantly changing shape. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
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