Outside Fengdu City, more than a hundred Buddhist monks were chanting sutras. They sat cross-legged in the air, as if they were following a certain array formation. However, there were no flickering ripples of the array formation.
A hundred kilometers behind the old monks, there were more than a hundred Asuras standing quietly. Many people were staring at the battle above Fengdu City.
An Asura commander went to Patriarch Nether River's side and asked softly, "Patriarch, should we retreat?"
"There's no hurry. Let's just wait and see," Minghe said leisurely. There was a hint of playfulness in his somewhat evil eyes. "If Yang Jian can really kill Zhunti, I might have a chance."
"Yes." A few Asura commanders stood quietly behind Nether River and did not say anything.
In the Blood Sea, Patriarch Nether River was the heavens. The Asuras would not hesitate to die if they did.
After all, they were created in such a way.
Yang Jian and Saint Zhun Ti were fighting fiercely, but the Three Realms were in chaos.
The Netherworld was filled with the power of the world, and the power of the world quickly gathered there.
It was not just the Netherworld. The Essence Energy in the Three Realms seemed to be gathering towards the Netherworld. It was driven by the Heavenly Dao and wrapped around the battle between Yang Jian and the Saint to prevent the aftershocks of their battle from piercing through the Primordial World.
Go to the Chaos Sea to fight?
Yang Jian could not wait. Zhun Ti did not dare to go. If the Saint of Merit left the world where he had advanced to become a Saint, his strength would be greatly reduced. Especially for a Saint like Zhun Ti, who was "more superficial", it would be no different from courting death.
They could only fight there, and Zhun Ti would only fight Yang Jian there.
He held the three pointed, double-edged spear in his hand. His robe had been torn clean by the strong wind, and his trousers had long disappeared from his knees. However, Yang Jian was wearing the Starlight Armor and was still awe-inspiring.
Although Zhunti had the help of Maha Kasyapa, Ananda, and other disciples of the Sages, he was still beaten by Yang Jian to the point that he could not even lift his head. The Dharmakaya of the Sage had begun to be left with wounds that could not be healed immediately.
Yang Jian was almost fighting with all his might to resist Zhunti's attack. Except for the Divine Pestle, he did not dodge the other magic weapons. If he could not change his three-pointed, double-edged spear in time, his punches and kicks would add some color to Zhunti's golden body.
Zhun Ti's eyes were about to spit fire, but other thoughts gradually appeared in his mind.
It had been a very, very long time since he felt that trace of fear …
Under Yang Jian's fierce attack, the Golden Body began to run out of energy. He had gone deep into the Great Dao of this world and was gradually unable to quickly repair his Golden Body Dharma Power …
If this continued …
Saint Zhun Ti suddenly woke up. Dozens of heads looked down at his chest and abdomen at the same time.
The tip of Yang Jian's left foot touched the golden body. His left hand grabbed the bottom of the three-pointed, double-edged spear, and his right hand clenched into a fist …
In the next moment, the spear shadows and fist shadows quickly attacked, causing Zhun Ti's golden body to flash!
A few arms swept towards his chest and abdomen, and rays of Buddhist light attacked Yang Jian. However, Yang Jian still did not dodge and attacked fiercely. The divine light that Zhun Ti had shot out could only make Yang Jian's body tremble a few times.
In fact, there was not a single wound on the Mysterious Yellow Body.
"Ah —"
Yang Jian was like a crazy demon. He wished he could tear the golden body apart with his mouth. Just as he clenched his fists and was about to give the golden body a fierce blow, a huge stone pillar swept over.
The Divine Pestle was a treasure that Zhun Ti had hidden. It was also a Saint Dharma artifact that was more mysterious than the Wondrous Tree of Seven Treasures. When it hit Yang Jian, it would make Yang Jian feel a little dizzy.
Yang Jian tapped the tip of his left foot and shot backward, narrowly dodging the stone pillar.
Seventy-two transformations!
Screech —
He used the same trick again! He transformed into a Kun Peng again and used the Nine Heavens Shaking Technique!
Yang Jian's figure flashed and disappeared. He quickly shuttled back and forth within a radius of a thousand feet around Zhun Ti's golden body. It seemed that he had formed teleportation arrays around Zhun Ti's golden body.
A similar scene had happened countless times. When Zhun Ti's mystical ability could not catch up to Yang Jian, Yang Jian would rush to the side of the golden body again …
This time, Yang Jian held the spear tightly with both hands. The Dao runes of Creation circulated on the three-pointed, double-edged spear. Waves of Xuanqi from the Xuan Gang surged into the body of the three-pointed, double-edged spear.
Crack …
The dragon spear that had followed Yang Jian for many years had tiny cracks on the carvings on the outside.
It was because the power that Yang Jian had injected into it was too strong and overwhelming. It had exceeded the limit that the Connate numinous treasure could withstand!
The fifth move of Splitting the Heavens!
"Die!"
Right under the golden body's ribs, the spear drew a dazzling arc of light!
Zhun Ti was shocked and angry, but he reacted quickly. He had already crossed his nine arms on his left side at the same time, directly blocking the arc of light that could shatter the universe.
Accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion, Zhun Ti's golden body flew out of the light curtain set up by the Heavenly Dao for the third time. This time, it flew thirty thousand feet away. More than ten heads spat out blood in a sorry state, and four or five of its nine arms were broken.
A few rays of Buddha's light shone on Yang Jian, as if they wanted to hinder Yang Jian's actions. Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and looked at the corner. The middle-aged monk's expression changed drastically. He ignored the situation and retreated quickly.
Yang Jian didn't care about the miscellaneous fishes. After all, the divine abilities of these disciples didn't have much of an effect on him.
Contempt. These people read the contempt and disdain in Yang Jian's eyes, but they did not dare to be angry at all. They immediately pushed away in the direction where Zhun Ti had been sent flying.
Yang Jian stood still and looked at the few arms that slowly turned into golden light and dissipated in front of him. He kept thinking.
He was thinking about how he should kill a Sage.
His anger and hatred had not diminished in the slightest. Today, he was determined to eliminate all threats to the safety of his family one by one. Even if his grandmaster appeared to stop him, even if Yang Jian had to bear the infamy of disobedience, he would not hesitate to do so.
Who knew how he felt when he came to help the Netherworld but saw his sister seriously injured and on the verge of death!
Zhun Ti's Sage Golden Body was wrapped in golden light. The broken arms grew again, and the Golden Body frantically devoured the Qi of Heaven and Earth. This seemed to be the reason why the Sage was invincible in the world.
Zhun Ti's power came from this world, and Yang Jian's power came from himself. After entering the Mysterious Yellow Realm, as long as the 81 Xuan Beads were not broken, they could provide Yang Jian with an inexhaustible supply of Xuanqi.
Moreover, with the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl and the Overturn Oceans Formation, Yang Jian would not be exhausted even if Zhun Ti absorbed all the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
However, how could he kill a Sage?
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. He naturally noticed the old monks sitting cross-legged around Zhun Ti.
Formation?
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, and the vertical eye on his forehead opened again. The black eye seemed to reflect a strange and dazzling world.
Now, his strongest attack was the Nine Styles of Splitting the Heavens. Compared to attacking, his Xuan Body was better at defense.
This was the first time that Yang Jian felt that the spear in his hand was slightly lighter.
"Yang Jian!" Zhun Ti squeezed out these two words from between his teeth. The dozens of heads of the Golden Body shouted at the same time. There was a strange feeling of overlapping voices. "You have violated the taboo of Heaven and Earth today! Hurry up and realize your mistake! "
"Oh? Taboo? "
Yang Jian's voice was emotionless. However, the more he was like that, the more the people behind him could feel the anger in his heart.
"Others fear your Saint status because you can destroy them with a flick of your finger. Don't tell me that you treat this fear of your strength as respect for yourself? Zhun Ti, are you shameless? "
Zhun Ti seemed to have been stepped on a sore spot. He roared angrily, "I should have crushed you to death like an ant before you were fully fledged!"
"Can you destroy me?" Yang Jian sneered. "When I first came to the Primordial World, the Three Pure Ones protected me. Master protected me in secret. If not for that, would you have allowed me to live until today?"
Yang Jian suddenly had an idea.
If he wanted to kill a Saint, apart from destroying the path of the Great Dao they cultivated, he could only temporarily isolate the Great Dao of the Essence Soul Dao Saint from the world.
Previously, when the Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu eras were destroyed, why did the Dao laws of the world change drastically?
There was no other reason. That group of powerful enemies had killed too many Saints and shattered their Great Dao. The Dao laws that ran through the tangible world were reborn after being destroyed.
However, Yang Jian was still a little short of maturity. If he reached the ninth level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and continued the growth of his strength, he would have the power to directly destroy the Dao laws of the Saints.
At that time, he would already be able to fight with the supreme experts.
At that moment, Yang Jian did not have the time to think about these illusory prospects. He placed his left hand on the Dantian of his abdomen and sneered.
It seemed that it was not impossible for him to cut off the connection between the Saints and the world …
Yang Jian sneered and ignored Zhun Ti's curses. There was no need to stall for time. He raised his spear and charged forward again.
Seventy-two transformations!
If he had not transformed into a Kun Peng and used the Nine Heavens Lifting Art, Yang Jian would have been held back by the endless mystical abilities like in the battle in the city previously.
This secret technique of the Phoenix Race could be considered a gift from the Primordial Phoenix Feather to Yang Jian. He had comprehended it for the first time when he had transformed into a Kun Peng and chased after the real Kun Peng. It was less elegant and more strange than the Feather Flight Technique.
A similar situation appeared again. The Heavenly Dao was unable to stop the two of them from fighting. It could only continue to set up the light screen and try its best to resist the aftershocks of their battle.
However, this time, there were some old Buddhist monks outside the light screen.
On the broken wall of Fengdu City, Emperor Huang Xuanyuan roared, "Kid! Be careful of the Buddhist array formation! "
However, what he heard was Yang Jian's laughter that echoed throughout the Netherworld …
"What's wrong!"
Yang Jian suddenly appeared. The Kun Peng shadow that was dozens of feet long collided with Zhun Ti's back.
Zhun Ti's dozens of heads turned at the same time. His arms also turned back in a terrifying manner. The divine pestle emitted waves of fluctuations, as if he had been accumulating power for a long time.
The divine pestle smashed down and the treasure tree swept past. The Kun Peng shadow suddenly exploded with a bang, causing Zhun Ti's dozens of faces to change at the same time.
Yang Jian's cold laughter was clearly imprinted in Zhun Ti's ears. A cold light flashed, and more than ten heads on Saint Zhun Ti's Dharma body were sent flying!
"You actually cheated!"
Zhun Ti's voice was filled with endless anger. The dozen heads quickly condensed in the golden light.
Yang Jian held the spear in his left hand and clenched his right fist. He attacked Zhun Ti's neck violently, causing Zhun Ti to stagger and fall.
With the divine pestle sweeping over, Yang Jian's body was sent flying again and he rushed back.
However, this time, Zhun Ti suddenly changed his move and opened up the vital parts of his Golden Body. A few of his eighteen arms threw down treasures and formed complicated Buddhist seals the moment Yang Jian approached!
Suppress!
Qiankun Seal!
The surroundings of Yang Jian and Zhun Ti turned pitch-black at the same time, as if the two experts had turned into stone sculptures at the same time. It was just a move that injured 80% of the enemy and 100% of the self, but it had an obvious effect …
It could temporarily freeze Yang Jian's figure.
Outside the light screen formed by the Heavenly Dao, Randeng suddenly appeared. His body was surrounded by 30-feet-long green flames. He suddenly pointed at Yang Jian and Zhun Ti.
"Thousand Buddha Array, activate!"
The group of old monks who had been sitting cross-legged since a long time ago slowly pushed their right hands forward at the same time. Behind each figure, a mirage-like miniature appeared — the scene within was that of countless living beings kowtowing to the Great Buddha. Waves of living beings' willpower mixed with the golden light of Buddhist Dharma came from those Vast Thousand Realms, traversing the universe and appearing behind the group of old monks.
Thousands of Buddhas, Thousands of Kingdoms, and endless incense offerings!
"Demon Suppression!"
Randeng roared angrily. The muscles on his old face kept twitching. There was a hint of joy in his eyes, as well as a hint of joy after being relieved of a heavy burden.
In the place where Yang Jian and Zhun Ti were frozen, the Buddhist light that filled the sky smashed down!
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