"Withdraw the formation!"
"No! Otherwise, Second Master will be in danger! "
"Suppress Yang Jian with all your strength!"
Seeing that Yang Jian suddenly broke out and was about to prop up the shadows of the Buddhist Kingdom with one hand, and the counterforce injured all the monks, how could they not be shocked and anxious?
Yang Jian lowered his head. His body was wrapped in the blood mist, but his right hand rose inch by inch. His body did not tremble at all.
If one could see Yang Jian's expression, it must be extremely ferocious at the moment.
It was a kind of sharp pain from the bone marrow to the root of his hair. His bone marrow was cracking, and his flesh and blood were tumbling, but they were being squeezed by a strong external force.
In a trance, Yang Jian remembered the tempering of his bones and tendons, and the Nine Changes of Mysterious Blood …
The pain was just a sharpening of his body and a tempering of his will. What he was suffering at this time was nothing compared to the pain of piercing through the 72 Mysterious Beads with the Xuan Gang!
Get rid of Cundi! Defeat Buddhism! Otherwise, he would never be at peace!
This was the only obsession in Yang Jian's heart!
The lifting of his right hand made the Buddha's light around him a little chaotic, and the pressure on his left arm was significantly reduced.
He suddenly took a big step forward. Cundi's Golden Body Dharma Form was only ten feet away from Yang Jian at this time!
"Yang … Jian …"
Cundi squeezed out a faint sound from between his teeth. He was really suppressed by the Thousand Buddha Formation and did not have any strength left.
Yang Jian took another step forward. When his foot landed, another burst of blood mist burst out around him, and the muscles all over his body were a little shriveled from the pressure.
But when Yang Jian slowly raised his head, the undisguised killing intent in his eyes instantly broke Cundi's state of mind.
Crack —
The sound of bones cracking suddenly came from Yang Jian's right hand, but a cloud of blood mist wrapped around it. His right hand suddenly swelled up and recovered in an instant.
The Mysterious Yellow Immortal Body showed its power of immortality.
"Yang Jian … I … apologize to you … From now on … I will never offend you again …"
However, Yang Jian ignored him. His eyes, which were covered by the blood mist, were fixed on Cundi.
Another step!
With a thought, the three-pointed, double-edged spear flew out from the Black Tortoise Belt. However, as soon as the dragon spear appeared, cracks immediately appeared on the spear's body, and the wailing of a black dragon could be heard.
Yang Jian gripped the spear tightly, slowly but firmly moving it forward.
Zhunti's body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to struggle. However, under the suppression of the Thousand Buddha Array, Saint Zhunti was already at his wit's end.
The universe here had been completely distorted. The Dao laws were no longer restored, and there was no vitality. Zhunti had to use all his power to resist the pressure around him. He had no chance to fight back.
"Stop the formation!" Kasyapa suddenly appeared in front of Dipang and shouted at him.
"No!" Randeng immediately replied, "If we remove the Thousand Buddha Formation, I'm afraid the Second Sect Master won't be able to deal with Yang Jian's full strength!"
"Second Master is about to be killed by Yang Jian!" Kasyapa's handsome face was filled with anger. "Dipankara Buddha, you're plotting against Second Master!"
"How could I be like this! Don't slander me! " Randeng looked pained. He looked down from the corner of his eyes and saw that Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged spear was not far from the Saint's golden body … "Kasyapa, you really can't fail! The Saint is immortal. Don't worry. "
"Don't worry?"
Kasyapa suddenly attacked Randeng and smashed a Buddha seal at his chest. Randeng did not expect that the disciple of the Saint, who had always been gentle and humble, would suddenly attack. He was in no hurry to dodge and was sent flying.
"Stop the Thousand Buddha Array! Help the Second Sect Master! "
Kasyapa ordered. The eminent monks who were activating the power of the Buddhist Kingdom stopped at the same time. The shadows of the Buddhist Kingdom that filled the sky turned into golden light and exploded. The vast mental power broke the path and turned into waves that surged everywhere in the Netherworld.
In the instant that the formation dissipated …
Yang Jian roared and pounced forward. Zhun Ti's golden body flashed wildly, and he immediately dodged to the side.
The opportunity to kill the Saint was fleeting!
Yang Jian's actions were decisive and merciless. However, Zhun Ti was not an easy person to deal with. He reacted in time.
In the blink of an eye, Zhun Ti's Saint Golden Body suddenly "enlarged" and narrowly avoided the tip of Yang Jian's spear.
The three-pointed, double-edged spear pierced into the Saint's golden body. Zhun Ti let out a muffled groan and hurriedly retreated.
How could Yang Jian let him escape? With the surging blood mist around him, his fist swept up the sharpness of the Xuan Gang. His left hand tightly held the cracked shaft of the dragon spear!
One punch shattered the clouds and water, and two punches shattered the city!
The two consecutive punches landed on Zhun Ti's golden body. They were all Yang Jian's full strength. At that moment, Zhun Ti's vitality had yet to recover and he was unable to resist. A large dent appeared on his golden body, and his aura was almost dissipated!
"Die!"
He suddenly pulled the three-pointed, double-edged spear horizontally, and streams of Saint blood gushed out.
"Spare me!"
Zhun Ti's panicked begging for mercy suddenly stopped. It was not that his essence soul had been directly killed by Yang Jian. Yang Jian had punched twice with all his might and had just gotten rid of the suppression of the Thousand Buddha Array. He had also fallen into an awkward situation where he could not connect the old and new forces.
Yang Jian's attacks could only be considered to have severely injured Zhun Ti. He had injured his vitality and foundation, but he could not take his life.
What made Zhun Ti stop begging for mercy was a Sword Light that suddenly burst out from behind Yang Jian!
It was a ferocious sword stained with endless blood. The sword was transparent and not carved at all. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it could cut through the evil of all things.
The name of the sword was Yuan Tu!
The Sword Light suddenly pierced Yang Jian's heart meridian from behind. The timing was the critical moment when Yang Jian's old strength had dissipated and his new strength had yet to be connected. The person who attacked was the top mighty figure in the world, Patriarch Nether River …
The situation suddenly changed. The Buddha's light was still spreading, and no one noticed when Patriarch Nether River had arrived behind Yang Jian and stabbed him with a fatal sword …
Yuding's figure disappeared in a flash, but he could not catch up with the speed of the sword.
The scene was almost frozen …
The Buddha was laughing, the ghosts were crying, and all living beings were chanting and praying. Patriarch Nether River materialized from the blood dance with only a faint smugness on his face.
Sizzle!
This was the soft sound when the Yuan Tu Sword stabbed into Yang Jian's body. The Yuan Tu Sword sank into Yang Jian's back and pierced through his chest.
Yang Jian's body trembled slightly as he looked down at the tip of the sword in front of him. Then, his right hand wrapped in a layer of Xuan Gang, he directly grabbed it.
The smile on Patriarch Nether River's lips suddenly froze. He immediately wanted to withdraw his sword and retreat, but the tip of the Yuan Tu Sword was directly held by Yang Jian.
The spear swept back, and hundreds of cold lights suddenly flashed from Yang Jian's back. The Xuan Gang shot toward Patriarch Nether River!
Wasn't the heart meridian the vital point of a physical cultivator?
Just like the Nigong Pill of a Primordial Soul cultivator …
There was no time to think. Patriarch Nether River let go of his sword and flashed back, dodging the Xuan Gang that filled the sky.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhun Ti's golden body fled in a sorry state, turning into a golden light and fleeing hundreds of miles away. When he returned to his human form, his kasaya was stained with blood, and he spat out a mouthful of blood five feet away. He was protected by a group of Buddhist monks.
Yang Jian was not in a hurry to give chase. Instead, he turned around with a livid face. Holding the spear in his left hand, he wrapped the Yuan Tu Sword in Xuanqi and slowly pulled it out of his chest.
His body still trembled unconsciously. With a livid face, Yang Jian casually took a Nine Transformations Golden Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
He held the Yuan Tu Sword in his right hand and the three-pointed, double-edged spear in his left. His whole body was covered in scabs, and his long hair, wet with blood mist, stuck to his face.
He spoke slowly. His voice was like a wandering soul that had wandered for tens of thousands of years. Above the blood lake, in front of Fengdu City, in the Nether Realm, it was still bone-chilling!
"If you want to live, you will live. If you want to die, you will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian suddenly used the Seventy-two Transformations, activated the Nine Heavens Shaking Technique, and rushed toward Patriarch Nether River!
Patriarch Nether River's expression changed drastically. His momentum was directly taken away by Yang Jian. He immediately flew in the direction of the Buddhist experts in an attempt to divert the trouble.
However, Yang Jian seemed determined to kill him first. He ignored the old Buddhist monks and Saint Zhun Ti and chased after Nether River!
This was because Yang Jian knew what kind of enemy was the most terrifying and what kind of person posed the greatest threat to his family.
Little Chan 'er was injured by Dipang, but in his rage, Yang Jian directly attacked Zhun Ti because Dipang's threat was far less than Zhun Ti's.
Now that Patriarch Nether River had successfully launched a sneak attack, Yang Jian had no choice but to focus his attention on Nether River …
Patriarch Nether River was a mighty figure from ancient times. He did not care about his reputation at all.
He was the Master of the Blood Sea. Back then, he ran amok in the world and killed without fear. Nuwa created humans to become saints, and Patriarch Nether River imitated her. However, what he created was a killing clan — the Asura race. His temperament was evident.
However, Nether River had refined the entire Blood Sea. It was said that as long as the Blood Sea did not dry up, Nether River would not die. He was free and unfettered in the Nether Realm.
In terms of harm, he was not much different from Kun Peng!
Now, Nether River had taken the initiative to launch a sneak attack on Yang Jian, trying to kill him in one blow. This was already a grudge that would not rest until he was dead!
If he could withstand Nether River's sword, what about Master? Little Chan 'er? Mother?
No matter how shameless Zhun Ti was, he at least had many means and connections to threaten and restrict him. It was still the same saying, "A monk can run away, but the temple can't."
On the other hand, Patriarch Nether River was a 'lone assassin'. If there was a grudge, he had to be eliminated!
The Yuan Killer Sword hummed incessantly. Naturally, Patriarch Nether River was summoning it back as he fled, but Yang Jian, who had cast a transformation spell, kept his grip on the sword and used his own power to forcibly suppress it so that Yuan Killer Sword had no chance of escaping.
Seek life, seek death, and seek death!
Like a curse, those words sent Nether River's cold mind into a strange fluster. Still, the Nether River Patriarch's divine abilities were truly profound, and his escape technique alone was quite outstanding. Even Yang Jian could not catch up to him for a moment even after casting the Nine Heavens Lifting Chant.
Even so, the distance between the two was shrinking.
The Nether River Patriarch's mind gradually calmed. He had fled not because he was afraid of Yang Jian, but because he was worried that Yang Jian and Yuding Zhenren would attack him at the same time. That would be the most troublesome situation.
After flying for thousands of miles, with only Yang Jian's presence behind him, the Nether River Patriarch could not help but smile coldly.
Even if Yang Jian was holding on, he could not hide the fact that his heart meridian was damaged and his body was grievously injured. Thinking that he had some ability, the Nether River Patriarch found a mountain of the Nether World and darted into it, turning to prepare a counterattack.
If the Nether River Patriarch knew that the elixir Yang Jian had casually swallowed was a Nine Transformations Golden Elixir, there was no telling if the Nether River Patriarch would have the guts to stop fighting.
"Yang Jian, how's the burial ground I've chosen for you?"
The Nether River Patriarch's cold laughter echoed from within the mountain, but Yang Jian did not hesitate to revert to his true form and plummet toward the peak.
The Infinite Pain Sword was unsheathed, and gusts of chilly wind wafted around the Nether River Patriarch. All the ghosts of the Nether World seemed to be struggling and howling.
Yang Jian said nothing. His body was covered in blood, but his eyes were unmoved. The vertical eye on his forehead scanned his surroundings before rushing down.
The Dragon Spear in his left hand and Yuan Killer Sword in his right.
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