By the Yellow Springs, the Buddha's blood flowed. He killed all the false ones and left no dogs behind.
The Village Viewing Platform was filled with helplessness. The Buddha had a vision of bliss.
Now, his hands were stained with the blood of the enemy. The ghosts and gods retreated.
The ancient sword was red. Do not look back when you hold the spear.
Don't look back. Don't look back.
If we can't kill all three thousand Godfiends, how can we play the harp?!
…
"Yang Jian!"
If they had not seen and heard it with their own eyes, they would not have believed that it came from the mouth of a Saint.
Zhun Ti's golden body half-knelt in a deep pit. There were corpses around it.
The golden body was covered in wounds. Golden blood kept flowing out. Waves of Heaven and Earth Essence Energy poured into his Dharma body, but most of them could not be left behind. As a result, the Essence Energy around him was dense.
The funny thing was that none of the people killed by Yang Jian were disciples of the Saints. None of them were respected people in the Buddhist Sect. They were all old monks who were loyal to the Buddhist Sect.
Yang Jian held the Primordial Massacre Sword and slowly moved forward. Zhun Ti was already at the end of his tether. It was all thanks to the Thousand Buddha Array. Otherwise, if Yang Jian really forced Zhun Ti to such a realm, there would be a huge battle.
"You can't kill me!"
Zhun Ti still believed in the immortal creed of the Saint. In the Primordial World, the six Saints were indeed immortal.
Yang Jian did not say a word. He grabbed the three-pointed, double-edged spear near the tip and raised it at the same time as the Primordial Massacre Sword.
Swoosh —
His figure rushed out and left countless afterimages around Zhun Ti. He used his humanoid true body to display an extreme speed that was close to the Flying Feather Escape Technique.
Before this battle, it would have been very difficult for Yang Jian to achieve such a speed. But now, Yang Jian had reached a whole new realm in the use of his magical abilities and strength, even though his cultivation base had not improved by even an inch.
His mystic body was a treasure vault. It was a treasure vault that had yet to be filled or completely excavated.
The spear and sword shadows gradually overlapped. Zhun Ti shouted softly. Golden light surged around him, but he could not catch up to Yang Jian's attack.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The sound of metal striking appeared again.
The Primordial Massacre Sword had pierced into Yang Jian 'body. After Yang Jian pulled it out, it became a weapon in his hand.
After Minghe's death, the Origin Killer Sword's origin spirit continued to rebel against Yang Jian. Yang Jian urgently needed the edge of this divine weapon to break a Saint's dharma body, even though it was a little wasteful … He used his profound handle to forcefully strangle the Origin Killer Sword's sword spirit, turning this invincible and incomparably sharp longsword into a magic treasure that was inferior to a spirit grade.
With the Xuan Gang, it was, Xuan Sword, and Spirit, it Dharma, Sword, and Sword, it.
God, Saint, Saint, Saint, and Saint, Saint, and, and, Saint Saint Saint, he, God, and, and, Sect, God,,,, and, and, Saint,, and, and, and, and,
Saint, Sea, Saint, Dao, and,,
Yang Jian's attacks had always been like fire and wind. He would not exhaust his strength, show no mercy, and did not hesitate.
A long time ago, he had embarked on a path that was destined to be accompanied by slaughter. It was impossible to conquer the Chaos Sea without bloodshed.
However, Yang Jian had never thought that he would start a massacre in the Primordial World, especially against a group of cultivators who would be the mainstays of the battle in the future. At a delicate moment when a powerful enemy would suddenly appear.
He had no other choice.
He could either let Zhun Ti die or watch helplessly as the Netherworld was destroyed and the Lady of Earth was humiliated.
The Buddhist Sect's reckless actions had already touched his bottom line.
In one's life, there were always some things that one could do and some things that one could not do. There were also many things that one had to do.
Ever since Yang Jian had cultivated in the Primordial World, the Primordial World was the place he had identified as his host. His friends, relatives, and people related to him lived in the Primordial World. He wanted to defeat those powerful enemies and protect everything. That was "possible".
As his strength gradually increased, Yang Jian walked step by step to the position that he had looked up to in the past. His future was promising, and he even became a glimmer of hope for the mighty figures of the Primordial World.
However, Yang Jian had fought his way to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall and faced the Jade Emperor. With the Kongtong Seal, he could directly cripple the Jade Emperor and become the supreme ruler of the Three Realms.
However, he did not care about the power that was useless to him. That was what he had defined as "not possible".
What did it mean by "not possible"?
What he had to do now was not possible!
The Buddhist Sect had forcefully snatched the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc and humiliated the Lady of Earth, who was greatly indebted to Yang Jian. How could Yang Jian tolerate them!?
Since they were already enemies, how could Yang Jian return to the Chaos Sea with peace of mind if the Nether River and Zhun Ti did not die?!
Based on what had happened today, Yang Jian already had a sufficient reason to kill the Saint. Furthermore, Saint Zhun Ti had tried to kill him several times previously. If not for the protection of his sect, how could he have ended up in this situation today?
Patriarch Nether River was already dead. The Quasi-Saint would definitely die today!
In fact, Yang Jian could clearly sense a few ethereal auras in the Netherworld. He knew that someone would definitely appear to stop him later.
It was not realistic to successfully kill Zhun Ti by relying on his anger and ruthlessness.
Little Chan 'er's heavy injuries caused Yang Jian, who was already furious, to become even more furious. However, he did not lose his composure despite his anger. His anger completely transformed into ice-cold killing intent, and in his heart, he was constantly plotting what he should do.
If he really could not do it, he would pull the experts in the Chaos Sea over and threaten the spiritual mountain!
"Yang Jian! Hahaha! You won't die if you kill me! "
Zhun Ti's body was covered in wounds, but he did not forget to roar to vent his anger. He looked like he was at the end of his rope.
Yang Jian snorted coldly and suddenly stopped. He stood not far from Zhun Ti.
The Saint's golden body, which was kneeling on the ground, wanted to jump up. However, just as Zhun Ti was about to exert force, the 70-feet-tall golden body suddenly cracked. Hundreds and thousands of wounds cracked at the same time.
"Ah …"
Zhun Ti spat out a mouthful of golden blood dozens of feet away and knelt back weakly.
Yang Jian's lips curled into a cold smile. He stabbed his sword into the ground, clenched his right fist, and took a deep breath.
The sound of flowing water was endless. Yang Jian's clenched right hand slowly opened and gently placed it on his dantian, as if he was sensing something.
There was a great technique in the universe, the moon, and the stars.
The universe in his body appeared, and the illusions were illusory.
A blue water color suddenly appeared. With Yang Jian as the center, it slowly spread to the surroundings, dyeing the area within a radius of five kilometers.
Everyone who was paying attention to this place saw such a strange scene …
With Yang Jian as the center, a new world appeared. The sky was blue, and white clouds were leisurely. The sea was boundless, and a cool breeze blew.
It was a peaceful scene. Although the world was monotonous, it seemed to exist.
Gradually, the small world became clearer and clearer. It covered the sky and earth of the Netherworld, leaving only the quiet and peaceful water surface and blue sky.
There were only two people in this small world — the 27-feet-tall golden body kneeling there and Yang Jian holding the dragon spear.
Yang Jian casually picked up the Primordial Massacre Sword and walked towards Zhun Ti step by step. Every time he walked, he would leave some ripples on the sparkling water surface.
Zhun Ti, who had not stopped cursing, was extremely quiet at that moment. Not only did he quiet down, but the golden body was also trembling. When he looked up at Yang Jian, there was a trace of unconcealable fear in his eyes.
"How, how did you do it?"
Yang Jian did not say a word. He raised the Primordial Massacre Sword in his hand and slashed at Zhun Ti's golden body.
Golden light flashed, and the head of the Saint's golden body flew away. Golden blood spurted out like a fountain.
However, Yang Jian frowned slightly. He watched as the head that was constantly flying away gradually turned into the appearance of Zhun Ti's old monk. He stared at Yang Jian in a daze.
It was indeed not easy to kill a Saint.
He could do it again. Yang Jian raised his sword and moved forward. There was a slight change in the wind direction of the small world. Naturally, this could not be hidden from Yang Jian, the master of this world.
Yang Jian sneered. The Primordial Massacre Sword suddenly burst out with a seven-colored sword light and shot towards Zhun Ti.
"Amitabha …"
A Buddhist chant with a hint of helplessness sounded. A white lotus suddenly broke into the world and blocked in front of Zhun Ti.
The white lotus had twelve petals. It was a twelve-grade Lotus Platform at the supreme treasure level!
The seven-colored Sword Light was completely blocked by the Lotus Platform. The Buddhist light on the Lotus Platform flowed and condensed into a white-robed monk. He put his palms together and bowed respectfully to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian frowned slightly. He had expected that the guide would come to save Zhun Ti. He had even expected that the Three Pure Ones would appear to stop him. However, he had never thought that the person who dared to break into this place to save Zhun Ti would be a young monk he had never met.
Obviously, the little monk wanted to introduce himself to Yang Jian. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yang Jian suddenly threw out spear shadows that filled the sky. He immediately attacked without saying a word.
"Bitter, bitter!"
The white-robed monk's hands were as fast as a phantom. He took dozens of hand seals in a row and blocked the spear shadows that Yang Jian had shot out.
"Humph!"
Yang Jian leaned forward. The originally calm small world suddenly stirred up huge waves!
How could the white-robed monk dare to let Yang Jian get close to him? The Lotus Platform under his feet was quite strange. The Lotus Platform turned gently and thousands of incarnations appeared, filling the entire water surface.
Yang Jian frowned and slashed with his sword. However, he only saw a shadow.
Even Zhun Ti's figure disappeared.
"Amitabha. I'm Ksitigarbha. I don't dare to be your enemy. Please forgive my Second Master for the sake that Buddhism will also be the main force to resist the enemy in the future."
"Oh?" Yang Jian remained calm. The small world retreated, but there was a layer of seven-colored flames around him.
He had thought of more than one way to kill a Sage.
The white shadows that filled the sky flashed and returned to the appearance of the white-robed monk. At this moment, he was carrying Zhun Ti, who was almost unconscious. He looked helplessly at Yang Jian, who posed a great threat to him.
"Immortal, can't we talk?"
"It's useless to talk."
"Alright then. I don't really want to get involved in this mess." Ksitigarbha sighed softly and made a move that made the expressions of the Buddhist experts change.
He threw Zhun Ti in his hand at Yang Jian's feet like a ragged cloth bag and made a light gesture.
Ksitigarbha smiled and said, "I don't have any enmity towards you. I saved him because I was asked by an old friend of yours. I had no choice but to return his favor. However, compared to that, I can't lose my life in vain. Please do as you please. "
Yang Jian furrowed his brows. His cautious nature was playing tricks on him again. Fortunately, he was only cautious and not overly suspicious.
The Primordial Massacre Sword fell. Yang Jian could unleash his maximum speed and use all his strength. Zhun Ti's head was about to be chopped off in an instant …
Clang —
A bell rang, and a dark gray color swept in all directions. When the bell fell, Zhun Ti was no longer under Yang Jian's sword.
Yang Jian smiled bitterly and turned his back to the person who had saved Zhun Ti. "I never thought that you would stop me."
The person casually threw Zhun Ti aside and turned to look at Yang Jian. A huge bell floated above the two of them.
"Do you have to kill me?"
"Those who stop me are my enemies."
Yang Jian also turned around. His expression did not change.
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