His body was so heavy that it was as if he had been filled with the soul of metal. Yang Jian's consciousness was clearly clear, but he still could not move a finger.
The previous battles and repeated injuries, especially when he resisted the Thousand Buddha Array, had clearly exceeded his current limit.
It's really …
Yang Jian sighed softly. In the end, he still could not completely destroy Zhun Ti. He had indeed left some trouble in the future.
Daoist Heavenly Flame, who had become a Saint, had forcefully protected Zhun Ti. It was indeed difficult for him to kill Daoist Heavenly Flame.
However, it was indeed a good thing for the Primordial World that Daoist Heavenly Flame had become a Saint. This fellow could be seen as the will of the Heavenly Dao. He only wanted to protect the Primordial World. Under all kinds of conditions, he would maintain the position of the Heavenly Dao.
The reason why Daoist Heavenly Flame was very close to him was because he felt that Yang Jian had the potential to be a general and wanted to "stabilize" Yang Jian. It was not because he was on good terms with Yang Jian.
Saint of the Great Path …
When Daoist Heavenly Flame became a Saint, the situation in the Primordial World changed.
Previously, Yang Jian had been worried that the Buddhist Sect would be too powerful. However, now that Daoist Heavenly Flame was supervising him, he did not have to worry about that.
The Three Pure Ones could relax a little. Daoist Heavenly Flame should have controlled the Heavenly Dao again. Perhaps he could even see the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning when he returned to Kunlun Mountain.
During the battle in Fengdu City, he had killed more than a hundred experts of the Buddhist Sect, but the Netherworld was still in a worrying situation.
After recuperating, he was not in a hurry to return to the Chaos Sea. After all, the Fourth Fairy was there. Yang Jian spent most of his time cultivating in seclusion.
However, he could go and discuss with Daoist Heavenly Flame and borrow the Chaos Bell to give him more opportunities to cultivate …
Yang Jian's consciousness gradually became clearer. Although he couldn't move his body, his Divine Sense and spirit had almost recovered.
A wisp of divine sense extended out of his body and Yang Jian saw himself lying on a bed.
Who covered me with a blanket? Who would be worried that I would catch a cold?
This young man looks not bad …
The bloodstains on her body had already been cleaned, and her long hair seemed to have been carefully combed as it lay softly on the bed.
If it wasn't for the Adam's apple, the bridge of the nose, and the distinct attributes of the face, Yang Jian would have thought that the person lying on the bed was Yohime or the grown up Xiao Chan.
The Eight Nine Mysteries was such a powerful cultivation technique. Why didn't he gain much Yang Qi after cultivating it until now?
Yang Jian could not help but feel a little disappointed.
With a sweep of his Divine Sense, a warm feeling slowly flowed from the bottom of his heart. Suddenly, he felt that it was worth it even if he had to go through a bit of hardship and exhaustion.
The two girls leaned against each other and meditated on the bed. They both looked a little tired, but they didn't completely immerse themselves in cultivation.
Yang Jian looked at it for a while. The Xuan Body seemed to have just woken up. A warm current flowed through his body and his strength gradually began to recover.
The two on the other side seemed to be really tired. They maintained their sitting posture, snuggled up to each other, and slowly fell asleep.
He wanted to give the two of them a seat, but he heard Little Chan 'er say dreamily, "Yaya, has the Lady of Earth returned?"
"She's gone back … The Goddess was so tired when she was here. I didn't even dare to speak …"
"Yaya, aren't you the Goddess?" Little Chan 'er yawned.
"Although I am … Hmm … I can't say that I am really. I think it's plausible." Liu Ya pursed her lips. "The Goddess has stayed here for another month. I think she's very concerned about Brother Yang Jian."
Yang Xiaochan giggled and did not continue. Instead, she changed the topic.
"They said that the Goddess will become a Saint soon. Will we have two Saint Goddesses as our backers in the future?"
Liu Ya blinked and spat softly. "How can a Saint be as fierce as your brother? Don't you often say that it would be fine if you weren't your brother's sister? Hehe, should I deliberately say it to Brother Yang Jian? "
Yang Xiaochan blushed, and her two little claws attacked the bulging part of Liu Ya's clothes.
Liu Ya fought back. Her early experience in the cultivation world made Liu Ya different from Yang Xiaochan, a female immortal raised in the mountains. Yang Xiaochan was just pretending, and Liu Ya attacked accurately.
How could a young man know the worries of an adult?
Yang Jian watched for a while, then chose to completely close his six senses and fell asleep quietly.
Although he was not clean, he couldn't just watch and listen to everything.
This time, he slept for two days. When Yang Jian woke up again, the Xuanqi Xuan Gang in his body had been completely filled, and his essence, qi, and spirit were complete. His understanding of his own Great Way was also deeper, and his Xuanhuang Body seemed to have taken a big step forward.
Liu Ya and Xiaochan curled up at the end of the bed and fell asleep. Yang Jian got up silently and slowly put on the robe on the side. Then he used Xuanqi to put them in a normal lying position, and then he closed the door and walked out of the attic.
The attic was built on a high platform in the corner of Fengdu City. It should have been moved from somewhere else. Looking around, Fengdu City had regained some "vitality".
Before the battle of Fengdu City, the ghost cultivators and ghosts in Fengdu City were all absorbed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc. At this time, they were released back into the city.
Going around to the back of the attic, he looked at the position of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc and the Ten Kings of Hell. Directly below the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc was a towering steeple with eighteen floors. Naturally, it was the eighteen levels of hell.
Cundi …
Yang Jian leaned against the railing and looked around for a while. It seemed that Yang Jian had woken up. Figures flew up from Fengdu City and rushed to this place from all directions.
Among them, twelve bald heads were the most eye-catching. Yang Jian saw the twelve commanders from afar.
For some reason, after the 1,800 Magi were transplanted with their spiritual cores, their strength had increased greatly, but their hair no longer grew.
The women of the Wu people also had some love for beauty. Yang Jian had thought of a way for the 900 Magi previously, but in the end, it could only end in vain.
The twelve commanders arrived the fastest. They knelt down on one knee in the air and shouted in unison, "Second Master!"
"Yes, where are the others?"
"They are waiting for Second Master's orders outside the city. The Black Monarch led a million spirit soldiers here yesterday and has already fought with the Buddhist soldiers."
Little Black is here too?
"Other than the Black Monarch, who else is here?"
"There's also General Chahe."
Yang Jian finally nodded in relief. The Chaos Sea was too arrogant now. If Ao Xinke heard that he was injured and rushed back in a hurry, there might be some trouble there.
The twelve commanders added, "Mistress is on the way back. She should be able to arrive later today."
Yang Jian shook his head and sighed softly. He did not say anything. However, from the smile on his face, it was not difficult to tell that he was quite pleased that Ao Xinke could come.
The ghosts of the Netherworld, from the Yama Lords of the ten halls to the commanders of the ghost soldiers, gathered in a mighty manner. There were hundreds of them. When they arrived outside the platform, they knelt down.
King Qinguang shouted, "Thank you, Perfected Lord, for your help. The Netherworld is safe and the Lady of Earth is safe from the humiliation of the Buddhists!"
All the subordinates of the Netherworld shouted. When the ghosts in Fengdu City heard the long shout, they all knelt down and bowed to the pavilion on the platform.
"Everyone, please stand up." Yang Jian turned his body and made way. He did not accept such a huge bow. "Everyone is a virtuous person in the Netherworld. I only did what I could. You can't do this."
King Qinguang wanted to say something, but Yang Jian raised his hand and helped these fellows up.
Without waiting for them to say anything, Yang Jian said, "I will stay in the Netherworld for a period of time and help the Netherworld recapture the Netherworld that was occupied by the Buddhist soldiers. I will clean up the remnants of the Blood Sea. Do you have anything else you need me to do? Just say it. "
"Perfected Lord … We … We are ashamed."
"There's no need for that." Yang Jian smiled and said, "I've been taken care of by the Goddess. It's only right for me to do this."
King Chujiang sighed and said in a low voice, "It's because our mystical abilities are not enough. We can't even protect the Goddess. Perfected Lord, the Buddhists have been greatly injured by Perfected Lord. If they secretly plot against us in the future … Perfected Lord, please be careful. "
Yang Jian nodded solemnly.
Indeed, to be safe, he should bring his mother to the Black Spirit Kingdom.
However, Yohime did not seem to be willing to cause trouble for him. He had mentioned that previously, but Yohime rejected him. She stayed in Mei Mountain.
Apart from Yohime and Little Chan 'er, there were indeed not many other places that could plot against Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said, "Everyone, don't worry. The current Primordial World is not the same as before … I heard from my sister that the Goddess has become a Saint …"
"The Goddess did not tell us in detail about this matter. She only said that she would be in seclusion for a long time."
Yang Jian nodded. The Primordial Violet Qi should have been given to the Lady of Earth by Daoist Tian Yan.
Forget it. This can be considered a form of compensation for the heavy losses of the Netherworld.
There was a sudden movement in the Black Tortoise Belt. Yang Jian was stunned for a moment before his expression turned gloomy.
The surrounding members of the Netherworld Division hurriedly sent voice transmissions. They did not know what was wrong, nor did they know what was wrong with Yang Jian. In the end, they could only look at each other.
"Everyone, if there's nothing else, you can go back." Yang Jian waved his hand and wanted to chase the guests away. "Twelve Commanders, bring the various tribes to help the Black King and listen to his orders."
"Yes!"
The twelve commanders answered in unison. After getting up, they quickly ran out of the city. Their speed was not much slower than flying.
"If you have any instructions, please send someone to inform us."
"We'll take our leave too."
"Perfected Lord, goodbye."
Yang Jian suddenly said, "Wait a moment."
He looked at Randeng, who had been tortured by the little eagle to the point that he looked like a human. He grabbed Randeng from the gem that stored living creatures in the Black Tortoise Belt and sealed his Nigong Pill.
Yang Jian threw Randeng over. "Bring him to the Eighteen Levels of Hell and interrogate him. Write down as many things as you can."
"Yes, don't worry, Perfected Lord."
The group of Netherworld Division members gritted their teeth. They wished they could tear this ancient Buddha apart.
Randeng was already at the mercy of others. Yang Jian couldn't be bothered to interrogate Randeng, because any more questions would just be some dirty tricks that he already knew.
It was not impossible for the Netherworld Division to vent their emotions.
Not long after, Yang Jian was the only one left standing outside the pavilion. He looked at the wonder of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, but his mood was inexplicably gloomy.
In the corner of the Black Tortoise Belt where the weapons were stored, dull growls kept coming into Yang Jian's ears.
It was as if an injured and dying ferocious beast was saying something to Yang Jian gently.
Yang Jian used the Xuan Gang to seal the pavilion so that they could only walk out from the inside so that no one would disturb their sleep.
Then, Yang Jian left behind a ball of Xuanqi and formed a line of small words. His body swayed with the wind and gradually headed towards the peak of the Netherworld.
The small words said, "I'll go to the Primordial World to relax for a few days."
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