"Perfected Lord, why do you have to do this?"
The Commander of the Skyward Pavilion looked at Yang Jian with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt your incarnation either. Why don't you retreat now?"
Yang Jian's incarnation was a little transparent. That was a sign that the Xuan Gang and Xuanqi were about to reach the bottom.
He was already at the end of his rope.
"What's your Dao name?" Yang Jian suddenly asked. His tone was still very calm.
The commander cupped his hands at Yang Jian and smiled. "Commander of the Skyward Pavilion, Guo Xinkui."
Yang Jian nodded and sighed softly. "I rarely threaten others. It's the same for the demons and Jie School. It should be the same for you today. However, my incarnation really can't stop you. I can only threaten you. "
"Heh." Guo Xinkui smiled softly and charmingly, as if she was really amused by Yang Jian. "I often hear others say that Perfected Lord rarely speaks too much when fighting. Today, you actually broke your precepts for this penniless Daoist. This penniless Daoist is truly fortunate."
Yang Jian's eyes shone with a threatening light. Guo Xinkui's smile froze on his face.
"If you retreat today, we will be strangers. If you touch my good friend Lü Chunyang's life today, I will not let you live past sunset. "
After saying that, Yang Jian strolled in the air and slowly walked towards that person.
Guo Xinkui squinted slightly and cupped his hands at Yang Jian. He replied, "I can't disobey the orders of the Pavilion Master. Even if I have to offend the Perfected Lord, I will obey the Pavilion Master's orders. Today, I will kill the reincarnation of Dong Wang Gong!"
Yang Jian nodded slightly. The incarnation that could not hold on for long suddenly rushed forward.
Guo Xinkui was still a little afraid. He did not dare to break Yang Jian's incarnation. He retreated and easily left Yang Jian's incarnation behind.
At this point in the battle, Yang Jian's incarnation was already on the verge of collapse. He could not unleash his extreme speed or use his mystical abilities.
Yang Jian didn't know how many people were watching this place at this time, using their divine powers to see his sorry state, but he didn't care …
At this moment, his heart was slightly cold, and if this coldness turned into coldness, he would not be able to avoid a massacre today.
He might not be able to protect Lü Chunyang today …
Today …
Yang Jian suddenly let out a furious roar and charged at Guo Xinkui like a shooting star. His face was filled with rage, and this rage seemed to want to ignite heaven and earth.
Guo Xinkui frowned slightly. This evil cultivator's abilities were endless. Suddenly, dozens of blood-colored spears appeared. The spears crisscrossed and formed a cage, blocking Yang Jian's incarnation.
The evil cultivator sneered, turned his head and pounced towards the Clear Wind Mist Mountain Guarding Formation.
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
A familiar voice came from the clouds, and a few figures quickly descended.
However, Yang Jian suddenly turned his head and stared at the few people who were flying over. He let out a deep roar, "Go back!"
The newcomers were none other than Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and Huang Tianhua, who had broken through the Southern Heavenly Gate. There were also a few figures chasing after them. They were all outstanding disciples of the third generation of the Clan of Enlightenment who had followed Yang Jian for many years.
Yang Jian's low roar caught the three people at the front by surprise.
"Eldest Senior Brother?"
Nezha stared at Yang Jian and shouted, "Senior Brother, we're here to help you!"
"Go back!" Yang Jian's expression became more stern. Although his figure was flickering and he was trapped in the cage formed by the blood-colored spears, Yang Jian's dignity was still there.
Yang Jian said indifferently, "What happened today has nothing to do with you. If you still regard me as your eldest Senior Brother, don't interfere."
"But, Senior Brother, why should we be afraid of them!?!" Nezha was so anxious that he could not speak clearly.
He did not understand why they would be reprimanded by Yang Jian after breaking through so many obstacles to come here.
"I can't save a good friend today. If you die here again, do you want me to feel guilty for the rest of my life or something!?!"
Yang Jian's voice trembled. He suddenly punched the spear in front of him and shattered the cage around him. He almost roared at the sky, "Go back!"
Nezha gritted his teeth and stepped on the Wind-Fire Wheels to escape southwest. "I'll invite Master over!"
Huang Tianhua was about to rush down without saying a word, but Lei Zhenzi grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
The third-generation disciples of Jie School who had flown over to support also stopped in their tracks. They looked at Yang Jian's figure and slowly retreated.
Yang Jian finally heaved a sigh of relief. He turned around and took a deep breath. Then, his incarnation descended rapidly.
The cultivation levels of Nezha and the others were still a little insufficient. Even if they joined forces, they would not be a match for the commander of the Skyward Pavilion. If they could fight with Guo Xinkui, Yang Jian would naturally not stop them. However, if …
He was already not strong enough to save Lü Chunyang. What would it be like to let his junior brothers, who had already entered the Celestial Court and were cultivating peacefully, lose their lives and futures?
Wasn't it a little too selfish to do that?
After all, he was the one who was a good friend of Lü Chunyang. He had no right to kidnap Nezha and the others and take the risk.
If he agreed to help Nezha and the others, where would Lü Chunyang be?
The wind kept whistling in his ears. Yang Jian's vision was a little blurred. The formation below was already swaying and was about to completely collapse. The red-robed evil cultivator kept attacking and did not pay attention to Yang Jian at all.
Finally, Yang Jian stood in front of the mountain-protecting formation and stared at the evil cultivator.
"Yang Jian! Enough! Go away! I'm going to cut off all ties with you! "
Lü Chunyang shouted in the formation, but Yang Jian turned a deaf ear to him.
"Immortal, why do you do this?" Guo Xinkui sneered. He stretched out his five fingers, and beams of light bombarded around Yang Jian's body. They did not hurt Yang Jian's incarnation at all, but the mountain-protecting formation kept shaking.
It was just an incarnation. Anyway, the power of the primordial spirit would stay here and wait for the original body to collect it. What he lost was just a small amount of Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang.
"I can't hold on any longer!"
"Let's fight with them!"
"Sect Leader! Even if our primordial spirits are destroyed today, we will not be humiliated like this! "
In a trance, Yang Jian felt that there was nothing below him, and a breeze blew into his neck.
A Sword Light suddenly burst out from below, and hundreds of attacks came from below. It was the desperate counterattack of the cultivators in the mountain. They fought with all their strength the moment the formation was broken!
The middle-aged Taoist nun of the Skyward Pavilion shouted coldly, "Formation!"
Guo Xinkui's face was ferocious, and he was happy that he was about to get his revenge. He laughed a dozen times, and raised his hand to point down!
"Destroy the immortal sects here!"
The attacks were like rain, and hundreds of figures were fighting in the sky and on the ground. Streams of light cut through the sky, and the earth rumbled …
Yang Jian grabbed the long spear in his hand and wanted to move forward, but he was pulled by a hand and thrown to the ground.
Lü Chunyang's figure leaped over Yang Jian, turned into a sword, and pounced at Guo Xinkui at the same time with the Sect Leader of Qingfeng Mist.
Yang Jian was just about to struggle to get up, but two small hands pressed down on his shoulders. His legs went limp, and he sat cross-legged on the ground.
"Perfected Immortal, that's enough. Don't make us unable to repay your kindness in our next life."
He Mudan stood beside Yang Jian, and raised her hand to press Yang Jian to the ground. Two female immortals of Qingfeng Mist walked over, and drew an array on the ground, trapping Yang Jian's incarnation, which had lost its fighting strength.
"Perfected Immortal, thank you for protecting us."
"Perfected Immortal is really handsome," the two female immortals said with a laugh. "I really envy Princess Wan Zhi of the East Sea."
He Mudan wiped the corners of her eyes and looked up at the intense battle in the sky. "Perfected Immortal, I've offended you today. I'll accompany him to face the enemy."
Yang Jian's voice was a little hoarse as he said in a low voice, "It's fine even if my incarnation shatters … They might be afraid of me. If I protect Brother Lu …"
"Perfected Immortal …" He Mudan wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, she only smiled sadly. She held an immortal sword and turned into a stream of light as she charged into the sky.
"We're going to help in the battle too." The two female immortals of Qingfeng Mist bowed to Yang Jian.
One of them said in a low voice, "If Perfected Immortal can protect those disciples underground, we will repay your kindness even if we have to work like cows and horses in our next lives."
After saying that, the two women bowed and went to the battlefield together.
Yang Jian could only watch. At that moment, he could only watch. He could not walk out of the array formation, so he could only watch.
He watched as figures fell from the sky. He watched as the two female immortals who had just flown to the battle died one after another. He watched as He Mudan bled in the array. He watched as Lü Chunyang was struck by several streams of light and his immortal sword was broken …
"Ah!"
Yang Jian raised his head and roared. Suddenly, he raised his sword and slashed his neck. His incarnation exploded.
His vision turned black, and his mind returned to his main body.
In the Chaos Sea, in the flying boat, Yang Jian's left hand, which was pressed against the wall of the boat, trembled slightly. Waves of Xuanqi surged into the flying boat crazily. The various array formations on the flying boat kept flickering, as if they would break at any moment …
The choking sound from his throat made Ao Xinke's hands tremble. Her eyes could not help but turn red.
She did not say anything. She only hugged Yang Jian tightly and tried to calm Yang Jian's mind, which was on the verge of going berserk.
"How much longer … How much longer!?!"
"Forty-five minutes."
Yang Jian closed his eyes tightly, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.
Some kind of resistance suddenly appeared in front of him. It was as if the world had started to reject Yang Jian again. However, Yang Jian's current combat strength had increased by another level compared to when he left. The rejection could not do anything to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian stood up abruptly. Ao Xinke hurriedly hugged Yang Jian. "Husband! We can definitely rush back! "
"Go to the Ancient Road of Saint Pilgrimage and wait for me in the Dragon Palace," Yang Jian said in a low voice. He slowly broke free from Ao Xinke's hands and rushed out of the flying boat. He flew towards the five continents of the Primordial World.
The speed of the Seventy-two Transformations and the Flying Feather Flight Technique was not much different from when he was on the flying boat.
However, it was meaningless to be half a moment faster or half a moment slower …
The fire phoenix soared through the sky and sliced through the layers of Chaos aura, as if it wanted to engulf the entire world.
After flying for an unknown period of time, Yang Jian didn't feel that time was long or short. At this moment, his Dao Heart was filled with rage and resentment, and the only thing that kept his reason from collapsing was that trace of hope ….
He could not panic. He had to maintain his rationality. Otherwise, Lü Chunyang might really be doomed.
Yang Jian barged into the void outside the five continents of the Primordial World. He also barged into the confinement of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.
An invisible solid wall blocked in front of him. Yang Jian ignored it and directly smashed open the barrier of the Heavenly Dao. With a light snort, the Profound Bead around his body lit up with light, and the power of the barrier between heaven and earth instantly disappeared.
However, black and red auras appeared around Yang Jian. That was the negative karma marked by the Heavenly Dao.
After entering the five continents, there were black clouds in front and behind Yang Jian. Lightning flashed, as if they wanted to strike Yang Jian, but they were afraid of angering Yang Jian …
Just like that, with endless black clouds, Yang Jian rushed to the border between the East Divine Continent and the Middle Divine Continent.
The power of the primordial spirit that he had left there was pointing in the direction. With rolling black clouds and endless lightning, Yang Jian rushed to the sky above the Clear Wind Mist with a long howl that sounded like a sorrowful cry.
There was no one below. The remnant Primordial Qi proved that there had been a huge battle a moment ago.
A few mountain peaks had already collapsed, and the main peak had even collapsed downwards. Yang Jian dispersed his transformation and turned into a human. The power of the primordial spirit on the ground returned on its own, but it brought with it a scene that Yang Jian was unwilling, dared not, and did not want to see.
He landed on the main peak and stood beside a broken sword. The boulder on the ground was stained with blood. What appeared in front of Yang Jian was two figures hugging each other. They were pierced by hundreds of blood blades that fell from the sky, and then engulfed by a blood-colored flame …
Yang Jian fell to the ground. His fingers slid across the broken sword, and he stared blankly at the broken sword for a while. Then, he slowly closed his eyes.
After an unknown period of time …
"Brother Lu, I'll bring you to them to ask for an explanation."
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