When cultivators fought, the commotion was usually not small. However, today, a rather ear-piercing rumble made everyone's hearts tremble.
The South-Heaven Gate that had been standing for countless years, the South-Heaven Gate that still stood even when the Celestial Court was at its weakest, and the South-Heaven Gate that symbolized the Celestial Court's control of the mortal world …
With a loud bang, the two jade pillars in the middle collapsed! The white jade archway hanging on it, the signboard with the words' Southern Heavenly Gate ', was also directly smashed into pieces by the tremendous force!
The ferret lay there dispiritedly. Fortunately, it was a Dharma treasure. Otherwise, it would definitely not have survived.
The Four Heavenly Kings, who had just been appointed as the Guardians of the Western Sect in name but were actually still serving the Celestial Court, stood there in a daze. Together with the Heavenly Soldiers guarding the South-Heaven Gate, they almost forgot what to do.
After the roar, the place became abnormally silent. Yang Jian's figure rushed forward and jumped over the collapsed South-Heaven Gate without any obstruction. He rushed into the Celestial Court.
In the past, Yang Jian had held the Mountain-Splitting Axe and fought the Heavenly Generals in front of the South-Heaven Gate to save his mother. He had fought his way into the South-Heaven Gate step by step.
Now, with just a casual palm strike, the South-Heaven Gate collapsed and the Four Heavenly Kings were defeated. No one dared to stop Yang Jian anymore.
Not long after, the Celestial Court trembled. A decree flew out of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. The consecrators of the Celestial Court and the righteous gods blocked the path that Yang Jian had to pass to go to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Yang Jian had just rushed through a Heaven Imperial Court when he was blocked by a dense group of figures that covered the sky.
A few old immortals of the Celestial Court rushed forward and shouted hurriedly,
"Perfected Lord! Don't do anything you regret! "
"Perfected Lord! What exactly happened? He was so anxious that he destroyed the Heaven Gate! Do you have something important to report to the Jade Emperor? "
Those old immortals were still thinking of giving Yang Jian a way out so that the matter today would not end.
However, Yang Jian did not appreciate it. His face was cold and emotionless as he walked forward step by step.
The pressure around him was a warning to the people in front of him.
The power of the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl that he had just obtained was strengthened by the Overturn Oceans Array. Even Yang Jian did not know what his limit was.
However, he would never turn back even if a Sage was standing in front of him!
"True Monarch," an old general of the Celestial Court shouted, "Can you tell us why you have barged into the Heavenly Gate?"
Yang Jian glanced at the man, then lowered his head to look at the broken sword in his hand. His footsteps became faster than before.
"Formation!"
"An imperial order from the Lingxiao Palace! True Lord Erlang Xiansheng trespassed without the Emperor's order and destroyed the Heavenly Gate. All Empyrean Gods, please show your powers and bring Yang Jian to the Lingxiao Hall! I await your punishment! "
"Please stop, Perfected Immortal!"
The Heavenly General in the cloud was shouting. The white-haired immortal was announcing the decree loudly. When the Heavenly Soldiers were in formation, their armor collided and emitted a uniform sound. The atmosphere was once again tense.
However, Yang Jian did not stop at all. He was still charging forward.
The Heavenly Soldiers raised their spears, but the dozens of Heavenly Soldiers who were facing Yang Jian could not help but retreat.
"Perfected Immortal!" A Heavenly General who was originally an immortal of Jie School berated, "Don't make things difficult for us!"
"Move aside."
Yang Jian only said that. The Heavenly Soldiers' Adam's apples trembled, but they did not dare to move.
Once again, Yang Jian's figure suddenly charged forward. Figures were sent flying everywhere, but he did not use his fists or legs and directly broke through the array formation.
A few loud shouts sounded in front of him. "The Celestial Court is an important place in the Three Realms. Who dares to disturb the Celestial Court!?!"
Dozens of auras intertwined and swept up in front of him, suppressing the "important place of the Celestial Court" within a radius of a hundred miles.
They were the High Officials of the Celestial Court, the experts who were transferred back and forth between the Celestial Court and the Skyward Pavilion. At this time, because of the matter in the Center Continent, only fifty High Officials of the Celestial Court were left, and all of them blocked Yang Jian's way.
Among these High Officials, there were seven or eight nameless Sage-to-be and more than a dozen at the peak of Daira. The others also had magical powers and spiritual treasures to protect them.
Seeing that Yang Jian came forward without saying a word, the High Officials of the Celestial Court acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They quickly set up three major arrays, and six Sage-to-be formed a six-star array, locking their auras on Yang Jian.
With the three-pointed, double-edged spear in hand, Yang Jian took a deep breath. Xuanqi surged back like the tide, pushing him to his peak state.
In a flash, Yang Jian charged into the array in front of him. The dozens of High Officials of the Celestial Court attacked at the same time. Waves of Dharma powers intertwined, and many illusions appeared. Finally, they trapped Yang Jian in the array …
However …
From the moment Yang Jian entered the array, cracks appeared in the array, and the consumption of the High Officials' Dharma powers, they did not seem to be able to hold on for long.
On the way ahead, many immortals and gods were watching the battle. More than half of the three hundred Pure Fortune Gods who had just entered the Celestial Court were here. They were only missing powerful figures like the Goddess of Golden Spirit and Fairy Bi Xiao.
Those figures were naturally unwilling to be trapped by the God roll. They were in seclusion to search for a way to advance on the path of cultivation.
Zhao Gongming was wearing the God of Fortune Hat and a wide robe with golden threads and jade threads. He shook his head and stroked his beard. He was frowning and thinking about something.
The immortals from Jie School naturally treated him as the leader. At that moment, many people were persuading Zhao Gongming to take the opportunity to take down Yang Jian. Not only could they claim credit in front of the Jade Emperor, but they could also take revenge for killing him during the God roll.
The person who was the happiest was the long-eared Dingguang Immortal. The official position that this fellow had been conferred was not considered small. At that moment, he had even obtained some real power in the Celestial Court.
An immortal said, "In my opinion, this is a heaven-sent opportunity. Even if Yang Jian is the nephew of the Jade Emperor, he has knocked down the Nantian Sect and injured so many Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals. The Jade Emperor can't be biased towards him."
However, there were also fairies from Jie School who said something fair. "The God-Conferment is a matter of the Dao Sect. Yang Jian is a disciple of Chanism. It's reasonable for him to side with Chanism."
"If someone else were in Yang Jian's position, they might be even more ruthless than him. Although we are irreconcilable with him, we can't forget that he captured many of his fellow disciples alive and did not kill them. He has protected some vitality for Jie School."
"That's a little unreasonable. Could it be that Senior Brother intends to befriend Perfected Lord Erlang?"
"Hmph! Your words are really unpleasant to hear! "
The noise beside his ear made Zhao Gongming a little annoyed. Zhao Gongming turned around and scolded.
"Alright! All of you are immortals with reputations. Can you have the demeanor of an immortal!?! "
The group of righteous gods smiled awkwardly and did not say anything else.
Qiong Xiao, who was holding a wine cup and a wine pot, blushed. She muttered, "Why are we getting involved today? Can we keep Yang Jian here if we attack together? This fellow just went to the Xuandu City for a stroll. It seems like he has eaten some divine pill that is extremely nourishing. His cultivation level has increased greatly! "
"Ah." Zhao Gongming shook his head and sighed. The God of Fortune had more or less guessed that Yang Jian had gathered the thirty-six Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. At that moment, he could be said to have suffered a blow.
"It seems that Eldest Senior Brother Xuan Du knew where the remaining pearls were long ago."
"Who is he?" Qiong Xiao leaned over and raised her eyebrows at Zhao Gongming. "We are disciples of the past Saints. Don't compare us to the rising disciples of the Saints."
Zhao Gongming snorted. "What did I compete with!?! I'm just expressing my feelings, expressing my feelings! "
As he spoke, dozens of streams of light streaked past the South-Heaven Gate and stopped on the array formation where Yang Jian and the Celestial Court's consecrators were fighting.
Hiroshige, Perfected Taiyi …
Nearly half of the experts of Chanism had arrived. All of them were sending voice transmissions. Clearly, they had yet to discuss how to deal with the current situation.
In fact, there were only three choices — ignore, watch from the sidelines, stop Yang Jian, or help Yang Jian.
Beside Perfected Taiyi, Nezha grabbed the Fire-tipped Spear anxiously. If Perfected Taiyi had not used his Dharma powers to suppress him, Nezha would have long rushed down on the Wind-Fire Wheels.
After the immortals of Jie School arrived, about ten minutes later, the array formation that trapped Yang Jian collapsed. A fire phoenix flew into the sky and transformed into Yang Jian's figure.
He left the dozens of seriously injured consecrators of the Celestial Court behind him and continued forward.
"Yang Jian!" Perfected Taiyi frowned and shouted.
Only then did Yang Jian notice that the immortals of Chanism were standing not far away. Holding the broken sword, Yang Jian bowed to the teachers in the sect and turned around to continue forward.
He did not speak, but he had already expressed his attitude.
There was no need to help or stop him.
After several checkpoints, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall appeared in the clouds.
In front of him, the immortals of Jie School who had been conferred the title of God watched from the sidelines. Dozens of immortals from the Zhou Army and Chanism surrounded him. Some called him Prime Minister, some called him Senior Brother, and some called him Disciple-Nephew. They were all asking Yang Jian what had happened.
The immortals who were not enemies with Yang Jian had done what the group of Heavenly Soldiers, Heavenly Generals, and the consecrators of the Celestial Court had failed to do.
Yang Jian finally came to a stop.
"Eldest Senior Brother, what happened?"
"Prime Minister, is there anything I can help you with?"
"The Celestial Court has gone too far! They swallowed Eldest Senior Brother's god-conferment merit and actually angered him to this extent! "
"I'm fine." Yang Jian looked at the broken sword in his hand and forced a bitter smile. "I'm only here to seek justice for someone. I want an explanation and a mastermind. That's all."
"Senior Brother!" Nezha rushed over on the Wind-Fire Wheels. "I'll go with you!"
Lei Zhenzi said in a low voice, "Eldest Senior Brother, we should consider this matter at length. Now, the Celestial Court … is too stiff with them. It's not a good thing."
Yang Jian raised his hand and punched Lei Zhenzi's shoulder gently. He sighed and said, "You sure know how to teach me a lesson."
A wisp of Dao runes spread out from Yang Jian's body and turned into more than ten streams of water. They wrapped around Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, and the other junior brothers who wanted to move forward with him and froze on the spot.
Then, Yang Jian continued to move forward with his sword.
"I'll do some things myself. You guys are not involved. There's no need to get involved."
Nezha and the others kept shouting. However, Yang Jian gradually walked further and further away. His figure once again rushed into the layers of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals.
As he walked forward, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall was not far ahead. The Celestial Court's soldiers were squeezed between Yang Jian and the Lingxiao Treasure Hall …
There were many people, but it was useless.
If it was the Yang Jian from a hundred years ago, he might have only chosen to kill his way out. Now, he was already able to handle it easily. Facing the Heavenly Soldiers who were only at the Heaven Immortal realm, he could casually wave his hand and send them flying.
He walked forward at a steady pace. However, the black cloud behind him, his sharp aura, and even the young eagle that had been curled up on his shoulder made people feel that they could not fight.
The hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers were thrown to the side. Yang Jian had already walked past the ring around the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. He leaped over the Hall of Enlightenment and arrived in front of the stone pillar of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
The last time he came, Yang Jian wanted to borrow troops.
This time, Yang Jian was here to seek revenge.
"Perfected Lord! Yang Jian! Don't barge in! Don't barge in! "
An anxious shout suddenly sounded from behind. Venus Taibai arrived late. He held a gourd in his hand and blocked Yang Jian's path.
Yang Jian frowned slightly, but he did not attack the old man directly. He was considerate.
Venus Taibai ran in front of Yang Jian and handed the gourd over. He said in a low voice, "If you want to take revenge on Guo Xinkui's essence soul, you can do whatever you want. If you barge into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, you will really cause a huge disaster!"
"Thank you." Yang Jian took the gourd and did not even look at it. The Xuan Gang was like a knife that blasted the gourd into pieces.
The essence soul inside appeared briefly. The power of the essence soul was turned into pure spiritual energy by Yang Jian and scattered in the Celestial Court.
Yang Jian said, "Senior, please move aside."
"You … Why are you so unreasonable!?!" Venus Taibai was so angry at Yang Jian that his beard flew. "What else do you want!?!"
"I'm going to ask the Jade Emperor. I'm going to ask the Jade Emperor who's sitting inside." Yang Jian suddenly looked angry. The veins on his right hand, which was holding onto the broken sword, bulged. "Is the supreme of the Three Realms sitting inside guilty?! How hard can he be!?! "
Venus Taibai looked at Yang Jian. "Many things are not as you think. His Majesty has his own difficulties … I am now the temporary Pavilion Master of the Skyward Pavilion. His Majesty has already intended for you to rule the 3,000 Great Worlds. Why can't you understand your uncle's painstaking efforts?"
"Painstaking efforts?"
Yang Jian suddenly smiled. His smile was a little helpless and full of mockery.
"People of different paths cannot work together. I'm not on the same path as him."
After saying that, he continued forward. The clouds on the steps kept dissipating. Venus Taibai wanted to say something, but he could only shut his mouth.
In front of the hall, a few figures stood there. Li Jing was standing in the middle with the pagoda in his hand. Apart from that, there was a middle-aged Daoist with a bitter expression holding the Wonderful Seven Treasures Tree.
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