A huge bell pressed down on the netherworld.
The black-robed Heavenly Flame Daoist and the shirtless Yang Jian fell silent for a long time after a few words.
Yang Jian suddenly launched an attack. The Primordial Massacre Sword slid down, and his right hand clenched into a fist. The tip of his fist compressed the universe and condensed lightning as he charged at Heavenly Flame Daoist.
Heavenly Flame Daoist did not activate the Chaos Bell. His eyes lit up slightly as his body moved with the wind. He moved like a phantom, his left hand behind his back, and his right palm faced the attack.
The fist and palm collided. The two of them looked at each other. Yang Jian's eyes were filled with surprise, while Heavenly Flame Daoist's calm gaze was filled with pride.
Thunder rumbled and the universe shattered. The two of them exerted their strength at almost the same time and flew backward at almost the same time.
However, after Yang Jian landed on the ground, his aura was a bit chaotic. As for Heavenly Flame Daoist, after he landed, he calmly smoothed out the area where the universe had been shattered. He also wiped away the aftershocks that had yet to wreak havoc.
Only the two of them knew what had happened in this seemingly powerless exchange.
Yang Jian had indeed not held back. He had abandoned the Primordial Massacre Sword and used his fist to greet Heavenly Flame Daoist.
However, Yang Jian had never expected that the force he had used would be like a stone sinking into the ocean. Heavenly Flame Daoist's palm was like an abyss. It had received Yang Jian's full-powered attack without any abnormalities.
Comparing the two, Yang Jian's strength had indeed lost to Heavenly Flame Daoist.
However, Yang Jian's bitter and hateful expression disappeared. His eyes lit up as he stared at Heavenly Flame Daoist.
"You've succeeded?"
Heavenly Flame Daoist chuckled. "Last time, I said that I was going into seclusion. Now that I've appeared in front of you, I've naturally succeeded."
Yang Jian looked at the Chaos Bell. "How long did it take you?"
"Sixteen periods." Heavenly Flame Daoist sighed softly, as if he still had some lingering fear. "It was really not easy. I thought that I would definitely die, but I received the care of Father and was lucky enough to take this step."
"I have to congratulate you first."
A moment ago, the two of them were still in a state of mutual hostility and filled with killing intent. Yet now, they were actually having a casual conversation. It was truly puzzling.
Skyflame Daoist laughed. "So, do you still want to kill him?"
"I want to kill him, not you." Yang Jian pulled out the Yuan Killer Sword, his eyes flashing with inextinguishable fighting spirit. "If you insist on protecting him, I'll have a taste of the divine power of a Saint of the Great Path today."
Heavenly Flame Daoist bitterly smiled. "Can you listen to what I have to say before you decide whether or not to attack? Since I have already become a Saint and am born in the Heavenly Dao, I will naturally not do anything that will harm the Primordial World. "
Yang Jian frowned. "If that's the case, why didn't you appear when the Buddhists snatched the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc and bullied the Netherworld?"
The two of them did not conceal their conversation. However, aside from Yang Jian, everyone else saw Heavenly Flame Daoist as a ball of fog. When Heavenly Flame Daoist's voice fell into the ears of everyone else, it was like the tinkling of bells from the heavens. It was rather strange.
"They only did this after I tacitly agreed to it," Heavenly Flame Daoist said. Yang Jian could not help but frown and take a step forward.
Heavenly Flame Daoist naturally did not want to fall out with Yang Jian. He immediately explained, "You should understand why."
What was it?
From the perspective of the Primordial World …
"You want to quickly strengthen the Buddhist Kingdom of the Buddhist Sect so that the Buddhist Sect can collect enough incense offerings?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. "Use this power to deal with those powerful enemies?"
"That's right. You're indeed able to understand." Heavenly Flame Daoist nodded slightly. "This should be my trump card. However, this group of disappointing bald donkeys used it on you first. In the future, its effectiveness will be greatly reduced."
Yang Jian was silent for a while before asking, "Are you going to destroy the Netherworld and the Six Paths of Reincarnation just because of that?"
Heavenly Flame Daoist did not answer. He only slowly closed his eyes.
Yang Jian asked, "Just because the Netherworld won't be of much use in the future battle?"
"To protect the Primordial World, you have to give up something."
"Then what you're doing now is different from the Demon Emperor who used the souls of humans to refine Dharma treasures?"
"The Heavenly Dao is impartial, so it can protect all living beings." Heavenly Flame Daoist slowly raised his head and muttered softly, "You don't know, you don't know. Before I became a Saint, my heart was filled with hope for the future. After I became a Saint, all I saw was darkness. Anyway, I will be destroyed eventually. Can't I try more to increase my chances of winning? "
"You can't!" Yang Jian's reply was loud and clear.
"Why not?"
"What I want to protect is not a world where right and wrong are unclear and black and white are indistinguishable. It's not a world where evil people bully the kind, but no one mentions morality. It's not a world where only walking corpses are left!"
Yang Jian almost cursed. Heavenly Flame Daoist was stunned. There was a hint of contemplation in his eyes. Then, he sighed softly.
"What you said makes sense … Perhaps I've lost my mind after becoming a Saint. Forget it. I'll make them stop expanding the Buddhist Kingdom. I'll also secretly compensate them for the Netherworld. "
Yang Jian nodded. "It's good that you admit your mistake and hand it over to me."
"No, that's another matter." Heavenly Flame Daoist shook his head and refused. "There are three reasons why I won't let you kill him. Are you willing to listen to them?"
"I will definitely kill him today!"
"Firstly, Jie Yin asked me to protect Zhun Ti's life. For that, he was willing to put down his pride as a Saint and come here to apologize to you and the Lady of Earth. Although the Buddhist Sect's actions are a little unpleasant, they will still be an indispensable battle force in the future. I should weigh the pros and cons. "
"Hmph!"
"Secondly, I will stay in the Primordial World from now on and be wary of the powerful enemies at the Netherworld Stream. I will not give Zhun Ti any chance to take revenge on you. You actually don't have to worry about that."
"What else?"
"Thirdly, the two brothers, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, are actually old acquaintances of Grand Su. If Father is still alive, he would not want to see them die in this world."
Yang Jian nodded and said calmly, "Hand over Zhun Ti."
Heavenly Flame Daoist was so angry that he laughed. "Why are you so stubborn when you're being unreasonable?"
Yang Jian did not reply and continued to stride forward.
King Ksitigarbha chuckled and gave Yang Jian a thumbs-up.
"Forget it!" Heavenly Flame Daoist waved at the remaining experts of the Buddhist Sect in the distance, summoned a figure, and threw it in front of Yang Jian.
It was Randeng, who had already fainted.
The so-called Saint-to-be was like a chicken in front of a real Saint of the Great Path, especially a Saint like Heavenly Flame Daoist.
"This man has caused a lot of trouble behind your back. Can you vent your anger by killing him?"
Yang Jian casually sealed Randeng's cultivation base with the Xuan Gang and threw him into the Black Tortoise Belt. The little condor immediately came over curiously to see if it was food from its master.
After grabbing Randeng, Yang Jian continued to move forward. The killing intent in his eyes did not diminish at all. "Get out of the way."
Heavenly Flame Daoist was speechless. He frowned slightly and said, "Do you really think I won't attack you?"
"You have to take the overall situation into consideration. You have to protect the Primordial World. If you want to attack me, then attack me." There was a hint of ridicule in Yang Jian's eyes. He had found Heavenly Flame Daoist's weakness.
Between Yang Jian and the Buddhist Sect, who would be the one to rely on in the future war? The result was self-evident.
"You are really unreasonable." Heavenly Flame Daoist smiled bitterly and took two steps back, making way for Zhun Ti.
Yang Jian raised his sword and moved forward. Heavenly Flame Daoist suddenly made a move and pressed his palm down on Zhun Ti.
Buzz!
Five-colored halos swept out in all directions. Yang Jian subconsciously protected himself, but the halos did not affect him at all.
Daoist Zhun Ti floated in front of Heavenly Flame Daoist. Heavenly Flame Daoist suddenly stretched out his left hand and reached into Zhun Ti's chest. There was no blood. Heavenly Flame Daoist pulled out a cloud of purple gas from Zhun Ti's chest.
Zhun Ti, who was in a coma, grunted. His realm suddenly exploded like a dam collapsing.
The Saint Realm … The Saint-to-be Saint Realm … The Saint-to-be Saint Realm … The Daira Realm …
The surrounding experts of the Buddhist Sect watched this scene in horror. They all forgot how to speak and did not know what to say.
"What is the origin of that black shadow?"
"I destroyed his Dao base and took back the Primordial Violet Qi," Heavenly Flame Daoist said in a low voice, as if he was talking about something trivial.
Then, he opened his left hand and handed the ball of Primordial Violet Qi to Yang Jian. "Randeng and a ball of Primordial Violet Qi in exchange for Zhun Ti's life. How about that?"
For the first time, Yang Jian looked hesitant.
It had to be said that the current Heavenly Flame Daoist was definitely stronger than Qianhong.
Heavenly Flame Daoist was born of the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao. He was the spirit of the Heavenly Dao. Under the protection of the Chaos Bell, he had cultivated all the way to the Saint of the Great Path.
In addition to his realm, Heavenly Flame Daoist knew all the Dao of the Primordial World. He knew all the mystical powers of the Primordial World since ancient times. The long years in the Chaos Bell had allowed him to master them … Yang Jian was not surprised that he had such strength.
Yang Jian still said, "I only want him to die."
"Alright." Heavenly Flame Daoist casually threw Zhun Ti at Yang Jian. Yang Jian raised his sword and slashed. Zhun Ti, who had already fallen to the Daira realm, lost his head.
However, after Zhun Ti landed on the ground, his body was wrapped in a ball of light. Another head grew out.
Yang Jian immediately recalled the appearance of Zhun Ti's Dharma body. He immediately raised his sword and slashed again, but he was stopped by Heavenly Flame Daoist.
"You've already killed him. Stop."
"Then why is he still alive?"
"Zhun Ti is a remnant spirit formed by the remnant souls of thousands of old friends who died in battle at Tai Su," Heavenly Flame Daoist said via voice transmission. "The one you killed just now is Zhun Ti. Now, Zhun Ti has changed his main soul. Stop. Treat it as a pity. We need to leave this last chance! "
Yang Jian's fingers, which were holding the Primordial Massacre Sword, turned pale. Killing intent surged in his eyes.
Heavenly Flame Daoist frowned and stood in front of Yang Jian. He did not retreat at all.
In the end, Yang Jian snorted coldly and retracted his sword.
Since things had come to this, there was no point in fighting anymore.
Moreover …
Heavenly Flame Daoist handed over the Primordial Violet Qi, but Yang Jian shook his head. "You can deal with it yourself."
After saying that, he brushed past Heavenly Flame Daoist and walked towards Fengdu City.
However, Yang Jian had merely taken five steps when his figure suddenly trembled lightly, and he raised his hand to hold onto the meridian in his chest. After that, he suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his entire body swayed and fell forward.
"Brother!"
"Little friend!"
Before Yang Xiaochan and Great Immortal Zhen Yuan could finish shouting, Yuding Zhenren had already appeared beside Yang Jian. He raised his hand to support Yang Jian. Yang Jian's eyes were closed and his face was pale. He had already fainted.
Heavenly Flame Daoist sighed softly and walked over with his hands behind his back. He looked at Yang Jian, who was unconscious in Yuding's arms. "Why did you have to risk your life like this? Don't worry, Perfected One. He's just mentally exhausted. He's already consumed the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill previously. He's fine. "
"Thank you for taking care of my disciple, Saint," Yuding said in a low voice. There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
"Perfected One, please accept this."
Heavenly Flame Daoist handed the Primordial Violet Qi over and placed it in front of Yuding Zhenren. Even Yuding could not look away.
However, no one noticed that Heavenly Flame Daoist's eyes were filled with cold killing intent.
"No." Yuding Zhenren shifted his gaze away and looked down at Yang Jian. He kept injecting pure essence energy into Yang Jian. "This item belongs to the Lady of Earth."
Heavenly Flame Daoist continued, "Perfected One, do you know that this might be the last opportunity to become a Saint in the Primordial World?"
"It might be extremely difficult for me to become a Saint." Yuding Zhenren raised his head and looked at Heavenly Flame Daoist. "However, compared to me alone, the Netherworld needs a Saint to guard it."
"Perfected One is righteous." Heavenly Flame Daoist clenched his fist and looked at Yuding with a complicated gaze.
Yuding Zhenren sighed softly. His gaze was calm. He lowered his head and looked at the wound on Yang Jian's chest. He took out some Spirit Pills and turned them into spiritual power, trying to do more for his disciple.
A few figures rushed over one after another. Heavenly Flame Daoist pointed at the six girls from afar and left quietly.
The Chaos Bell floated above the heads of the remaining experts of the Buddhist Sect. It sucked Zhun Ti and the figures into the bell and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Ah." The white-robed monk let out a long sigh. He stepped on the white lotus and leisurely left.
There were only a few shouts and the ground was filled with wounds.
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