In the East Ocean, north of Chentang Pass, in front of a desolate beach.
Yang Jian had arrived there at some point in time. He sat on the beach and quietly watched the stars rotate until the eastern sky turned white and the Golden Crow rose in the east.
The three-pointed, double-edged spear lay beside him.
However, the appearance of the three-pointed, double-edged spear was a little wrong.
Originally, there were fine carvings on the body of the dragon spear. It was faintly a black dragon soaring. These fine lines could also allow Yang Jian to hold the spear tighter and use various moves more easily.
However, at that moment, the fine lines on the body of the three-pointed, double-edged spear had disappeared. Instead, there were dense cracks everywhere.
If the cracks were a little deeper, the spear would probably shatter.
The spear was like this, and the cracks on the blade were even more obvious …
This weapon that had followed Yang Jian for many years was supposed to be an invincible divine weapon, but at that moment, it was like porcelain. It was extremely fragile.
The dragon spear was humming.
Yang Jian sighed. After sitting there for three days and three nights, he finally recovered from the depression in his heart.
He stroked the spear with his right hand and the low humming disappeared. Instead, it trembled slightly.
It was as if it still wanted to prove that it was still strong and could accompany Yang Jian to continue conquering the world and deal with those powerful enemies.
However, in reality, the dragon spear could no longer withstand the strength of Yang Jian's full strength.
Everything had its limits.
When Yang Jian was weak, the dragon spear was like adding wings to a tiger. After Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Arcane Art passed the crucial fifth level, the dragon spear was a sharp claw and fangs to him.
Now, Yang Jian had killed the Kun Peng, killed the Nether River, and fought the Saint of Merit …
The dragon spear could no longer keep up with Yang Jian, who was charging forward with large strides. In his hand, even if he tried his best to use 120% of the light and heat, it would still become a hindrance to Yang Jian's strength.
However, Yang Jian had never thought of changing weapons.
Until …
"Ah."
Yang Jian picked up the dragon spear and placed it flat on his legs. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.
When he first obtained this spear, it didn't even have a spear tip, only a spear shaft.
At that time, the Dragon King's brother-in-law was a little reluctant to part with it, so he deliberately hid it. Although later on, Yang Jian still found it by chance.
The East Sea was truly a treasure land for him to make a name for himself.
Here, he married a beautiful wife, made a name for himself, obtained a precious spear, and began to stir up trouble in the Untainted Land. He even got the support of the Dragons. In the subsequent games with the Celestial Court, it was all thanks to the Dragons' secret help.
When he fought against the Demon King, it was thanks to the sturdiness of this spear that he was able to withstand the attacks of the Demon King.
When he was fighting Zhao Gongming, it was all thanks to the sharpness of the spear that he was able to pierce through the Immortal Body of a mighty figure at the most critical moment …
Duel after duel, duel after duel, the traces left behind by the three-pointed, double-edged spear might still be shining brightly in the sky at this moment.
Unfortunately, this Dragon Spear had reached the end of its life.
It could not hold on any longer.
In fact, when Yang Jian fought with the Zhun Ti Golden Body, it had already reached its limit. It had been broken by the recoil. However, at that time, it felt Yang Jian's anger and unwillingness and actually endured it.
When he fought Minghe in the Blood Sea later, Yang Jian had already sensed that something was wrong with the Dragon Spear. He had specially transferred the Dragon Spear to his left hand and had been fighting Minghe with Yuantu.
Yang Jian originally thought that he would find the best craftsman in the world later to repair or reforge the Dragon Spear.
However, after he woke up from his coma, the thought that was transmitted to him from the Dragon Spear was already extremely weak …
It should have collapsed during the battle against Zhun Ti. However, it endured and waited for Yang Jian to return and bid farewell to him.
There was no real communication with words. Spirituality was ultimately spirituality and not a True Spirit. The three-pointed, double-edged spear was only a Connate numinous treasure. Moreover, it originally had the Black Dragon Spear Soul. It could not give birth to a true Artifact Spirit.
Yang Jian did not feel sad, nor did he feel bitter. At that moment, he gently wiped the spear. He felt reluctant to part with it.
The Dragon Spear trembled a few times, as if it was expressing something.
Yang Jian nodded slowly and stood up. Facing the blazing sun on the East Ocean, he held the three-pointed, double-edged spear in his hand.
Among the many weapons, the three-pointed, double-edged spear was the most difficult to use and also the weapon with the most changes.
It could be used as a weapon, and when it was raised with both hands, it could be used as a saber. It could be used as a long spear, and it could also extend all the changes of a medium-long weapon.
Yang Jian had pondered over these moves for a long time, and they were very useful in battles. They had helped him to fight all the way to this day.
However, today, Yang Jian waved the spear at the seaside. There were not many fancy moves. It was just the simplest and most basic spear technique.
He did not use Xuanqi or the Xuan Gang. He did not dance fast and his moves were not exquisite.
However, under the sunlight, the spear in Yang Jian's hand seemed to flicker with light.
The spear followed the person, and the shadow was like the body.
A cold glint rose, and the spear's momentum was like a dragon breaking through the enemy's formation.
After dancing half of the spear technique, Yang Jian made a forward thrust. The dragon spear in his hand trembled slightly. From the tip of the spear to the end of the spear, countless cracks shone at the same time.
A dragon's roar swept out from the spear. A black dragon that was so illusory that it was almost invisible coiled around the spear's body. Then, it slowly flew towards the East Ocean …
Yang Jian stared at the black dragon. His gaze was filled with loneliness and helplessness that he had never seen before.
The black dragon flew far away and slowly dissipated in the horizon. Yang Jian was in a daze. It was as if he saw a man in black armor standing on the seawater on the horizon and bowing to him.
When he focused his eyes, the figure was already gone …
With a soft bang, the dragon spear in Yang Jian's hand exploded. It seemed to have turned into black scales that landed on the sand beside his feet.
Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at it. He did not move. It was not until the sun was setting in the west and the twilight was about to set that Yang Jian squatted down and picked up the fragments. He placed them in his palm and felt their coldness and hardness.
When the starlight dimmed, Yang Jian was already gone.
There was only a small pile of sand left on the beach. It looked like a small grave. However, there was no tombstone. No one knew what was buried there.
…
"I don't even know where to find someone to drink with."
On the cloud, Yang Jian sat there in boredom, thinking about where he should go next.
Lü Chunyang had yet to reincarnate. The other people who were on good terms with him were either too senior or busy cultivating in seclusion. It was not easy to disturb them. They could not drink together at all.
After walking half a round, Yang Jian decided to go to Huaguo Mountain.
There was still a huge array formation around Huaguo Mountain. The Buddhists' control over this place was stricter than the last time he came.
Unfortunately, no matter how many experts there were, no matter how many layers of formations there were, Yang Jian wrapped his body with profound energy, and just like that, he quietly disappeared into the formation.
What made Yang Jian feel a little strange was that the Void Bodhi, who had been guarding this place, had disappeared.
However, Yang Jian did not think too much about it. Even if he wanted to plot the Journey to the West now, he would interfere as a chess player and obstruct the Buddhist Sect from strengthening.
As for the benefits of plotting against the Journey to the West … Yang Jian really could not tell.
Later, he could let his incarnation cause trouble in the Journey to the West. However, Yang Jian did not have much expectations for the stone monkey and did not want to obtain anything from it.
Looking at the iron plate embedded in the strange stone, Yang Jian was stunned for a while. He also felt the rhythm of the stone embryo.
It should not be long before the stone monkey was born.
"Work hard, lad."
With a chuckle, Yang Jian's figure dissipated with the wind. He did not alarm the Buddhists who were secretly guarding the place.
On the way to the Plum Mountain, Yang Jian thought of the old demon sage who was hiding in the mountain and enjoying his old age. He wanted to drink and chat with him. However, when he flew into the Plum Mountain Array, Yang Jian finally remembered that he had a disciple named Zi Xia. On a whim, he found her aura and flew towards a courtyard at the back of the mountain.
On a sea of flowers, a fairy was sitting cross-legged and meditating.
Only the Immortals of the Plum Mountain could enter and exit this place. Moreover, there were more than ten layers of array formations around the courtyard. They looked rather sturdy.
Therefore, Zi Xia dressed more casually … She did not wear too much.
Outside the dudou made of silver silk, she was wearing a thin gauze robe. Under the moonlight, her skin was like white jade. She opened her mouth slightly and absorbed the Essence Energy of Heaven and Earth into her body. A light aura surrounded her body.
As her master, Yang Jian felt a little awkward.
Now that his disciple had entered the Daira Realm, he actually felt a little … unfamiliar.
"Ahem." Yang Jian coughed dryly.
Zi Xia was stunned at first. Before she opened her eyes, her face was already filled with joy. She called out softly, "Master?"
"Yes, change your clothes and come to the back of the mountain to find me."
"Ah! Yes! "
Zi Xia opened her eyes and looked everywhere for Yang Jian's figure. Naturally, she could not find any trace of him.
Not long after, Zi Xia, who had changed into a plain white dress and dressed up, flew to the back of the mountain. She saw Yang Jian and Bai Ze drinking in a mountain pavilion.
She rode a cloud forward and bowed, bringing a little light to the somewhat dull pavilion.
"Disciple greets Master and Senior Bai Ze."
"Get up. No need to stand on ceremony," Yang Jian replied with a smile. He pointed to the seat beside him and said, "Sit down."
"Master, I can stand," Zi Xia replied with her lips pursed. She stood beside Yang Jian in a well-behaved manner, ready to pour wine for Yang Jian.
Bai Ze sighed faintly, "Alas, it's better to have a normal disciple who can serve you. My disciple … probably doesn't remember me. "
"How come? I heard Liuya asking about your recent situation."
"Really?"
"Guess."
"I know you are fooling me!" Bai Ze rolled his eyes angrily and drank up the wine in the bottle. Zi Xia hurriedly moved over with the wine pot and filled Bai Ze's glass.
Yang Jian laughed twice, but then he felt a little lonely.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. It's just that I've lost a suitable weapon tonight." Yang Jian looked at the palm print in his hand and sighed softly. "Forget it. I'll find someone to forge another one … Zixia, have you had any worldly desires lately?"
Not to mention Zi Xia, even Bai Ze tilted his head. He was a little unprepared for Yang Jian's quick change of topic.
Zi Xia blinked, "Master, are you testing my Taoist Heart? My Taoist Heart has never wavered. I just want to achieve success in cultivation as soon as possible so that I can help you. I have never fallen in love with the man and woman. "
"You really haven't fallen in love with the man?" Yang Jian looked at Zi Xia with a smile.
Zi Xia was a little flustered. She kept thinking about when and where she might have done something unusual to some male immortals in the mountain.
Bai Ze laughed and said, "Zi Xia, don't worry. Your master may be looking for a Mr. Right for you. Hahaha!"
"Senior!" Zi Xia stamped her feet with a blushing face. If she hadn't wanted to stay with her master for a while, she would have fled on a cloud.
"Don't joke around," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Marrying a disciple is like marrying a daughter. I won't easily marry her off. I just want to remind her to concentrate on cultivation and not to be easily deceived by men's sweet words. "
Zi Xia nodded quickly, "Well, I will remember your teachings, master."
Yang Jian thought for a moment and asked worriedly, "Are you naturally a little … close to a hairy man?"
Zi Xia blinked. She was really confused by her master.
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