"I need to kill one of you and me …"
That was not right. If Yuding had already deduced what would happen in the future, why would he make such a "choice"?
Yang Jian had no choice but to speculate why such a situation would happen. Why did he have to die between him and his master?
After flying out of the Jade Spring Mountain, Yang Jian felt more and more puzzled the more he thought about it. The joy of obtaining the same cultivation technique had been diluted by more than half.
Fortunately, he lay on the cloud and kept thinking about Yuding Zhenren's words. Doubts surfaced in his heart, and his originally calm Dao heart had many ripples.
"Perhaps I'm overthinking. Master didn't mean that. He was just saying that the path ahead is dangerous. Anyone can die in the battle."
Yang Jian muttered. Although he felt that the explanation was too far-fetched, he forced himself to believe that it was the right answer.
The path ahead was filled with thorns.
Yang Jian had never slacked off after becoming a god. He had walked all the way to this day. However, when he looked ahead, there were still dark clouds. There was no gap that could penetrate the sunlight.
"Becoming a Saint …"
Yang Jian raised his hand and looked at his palm. He was in a daze.
Sometimes, he wondered why his soul had crossed the Primordial World and become Yang Jian. Perhaps he was there to face those powerful enemies, supreme experts who could destroy the Primordial World countless times.
The Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao, the Dao of cultivation, the Dao of All Spirits …
Dao.
As he breathed, Yang Jian closed his eyes and sensed the hidden Dao law chains in the world. It was as if he was in a strange and fascinating ocean.
He slowly drifted with the confusion in his heart until he was in a state of emptiness. Then, he slowly restrained himself. The process was like sleeping. When he woke up, he was already above the mouth of the Guan River.
"Woof! Woof! "
The Celestial Dog ran over from the mountain and pounced around Yang Jian. Clearly, it felt that its main body was much stronger than its incarnation.
"Let me introduce you to a little friend." Yang Jian grabbed the little eagle from the Black Turtle Belt and specially grabbed it. He pointed at the Celestial Dog and instructed, "You're my bird. This is my dog. Take care of each other in the future. Don't hurt it. Do you understand?"
The eaglet sized up the Celestial Hound with its sharp eyes and let out two reluctant cries.
The Howling Celestial Dog was rather well-behaved, barking non-stop. Clearly, it was rather happy that it had a playmate.
Then, Yang Jian let go of the little eagle, which spread its wings and flew beside the Celestial Hound.
"You two go and exchange some feelings," Yang Jian ordered and returned to the mouth of the Guan River with his hands behind his back.
"Woof!"
The Celestial Hound barked gently at the spirit eagle. Then, it stuck out its tongue and looked at the little eagle. It was like a loyal 'senior', obeying Yang Jian's orders and wanting to have a good conversation with the little eagle.
However, when Little Condor saw that Yang Jian had already descended from the clouds, a bright light flashed in its eyes …
At the garrison at the mouth of the Guan River, a group of disciples of the Wu people were absorbing the Earth Qi to cultivate. Zhang Boshi and Yao Gonglin, who had been stationed here all year round, came forward to welcome them.
Zhang Boshi chuckled and said, "Second Master, if there's anything, you can just send a jade talisman over. Why do you have to make a trip here personally? It's not easy to come back. You should spend more time with Mistress. "
"I'm leaving now. I'm here to give my incarnation some Xuanqi!"
Yang Jian glared at Zhang Boshi. The latter scratched his head and laughed dryly. He did not know how he had offended the Second Master.
Yang Jian actually blamed the six friends of the Plum Mountain. They had not reported the matter of the Netherworld to his incarnation in time for one to two hundred years. If he glared at the other five friends, they might overthink. Zhang Boshi was the most suitable target to vent his anger.
He turned around and left. Zhang Boshi was at a loss for what to do. He looked at Yao Gonglin for help.
Yao Gonglin did not say much. He only said, "Hurry up and follow him. Second Master is not angry with you."
"I didn't do anything."
"I know you didn't do anything." Yao Gonglin sighed. "If we had done something earlier, the matter in the Netherworld wouldn't have blown up."
Zhang Boshi spread his hands, his face still filled with confusion.
Yang Jian found his incarnation. When he saw it dressed differently from him, he felt a little strange.
When his mind was in the main body, the incarnation could not think at all. It could only act according to the last "instruction".
When Yang Jian's mind was focused on the two incarnations, Yang Jian's main body still retained a portion of its consciousness. It could think and make simple responses to the environment around its main body.
After filling this incarnation with Xuanqi and the Xuan Gang, Yang Jian strolled casually in the garrison.
The 1,200 disciples of the Wu people here had actually been "eliminated". However, they still persevered in their cultivation, afraid that they would miss out on any opportunities.
Perhaps, the hardships that the Wu people had suffered for a long time had completely tempered the mental state of these disciples of the Wu people.
He secretly scattered some Xuanqi into the earth meridians. It could help these disciples of the Wu people improve their cultivation. Perhaps there would be some talented people among them who would mature later in life.
"Second Master."
"Second Master …"
The disciples of the Wu people who saw Yang Jian all greeted him respectfully. Yang Jian would also respond with a gentle smile.
At dusk, Yang Jian rode a cloud again and howled at the forest. A white shadow soared into the sky. It was naturally the Celestial Hound.
However, looking at the Celestial Hound's current appearance, Yang Jian did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The spirit eagle stood on the head of the Celestial Hound with its head held high, as if it was announcing who was the "chief" of the spiritual pets in Yang Jian's backyard. The white fur on the Celestial Hound's body was a little charred. When it saw Yang Jian, its legs turned to jelly, and it almost knelt before Yang Jian.
He did not know how the spirit eagle did it. It silently tamed the Celestial Hound.
"You two." Yang Jian put on a straight face and wanted to reprimand them. The little eagle fluttered its wings and flew to Yang Jian's shoulder. It rubbed its little head against Yang Jian's neck in a flattering manner. Yang Jian wanted to get angry but did not know what to say.
The Celestial Hound just wanted to get close to Yang Jian and have fun. Another sharp gaze floated from Yang Jian's left shoulder. It made the famous big white dog in the Battle of Gods Investiture shiver all over. It followed beside Yang Jian strangely, not daring to be within five feet of its master.
This guy … Yang Jian patted the spirit eagle's head, walked over and stroked the Celestial Hound's head, and brought the Celestial Hound back to Mount Mei.
Letting the Celestial Hound protect Zixia outside was no different from carving the words "disciple of Yang Jian" on Zixia's delicate little face.
Moreover, the Celestial Hound was not weak. Although it could not be measured by the Primordial Soul Dao realm, this big dog had good teeth. It could easily bite through spirit treasures.
"When you go out to train, the most important thing is to train your heart and sharpen your state of mind." Yang Jian specially reminded Zixia, "When you go out to walk, remember not to meddle in other people's business. Go see more and comprehend more. You should avoid putting yourself in danger as a last resort."
"Yes, your disciple will remember!"
Zixia agreed obediently. Suddenly, she kept looking at the Celestial Hound and the spirit eagle on Yang Jian's shoulder.
"Master, how should I address the Celestial Hound?"
Yang Jian thought about it and smiled. "Just call it Uncle-Master."
"Uh … okay." Zixia walked forward obediently and called the Celestial Hound "Uncle-Master". The latter lowered its head and grunted twice, obviously returning the greeting.
The spirit eagle was a little dissatisfied. It shrank its neck and looked sullen.
Zixia smiled. "And this one here, should I also call him Uncle-Master?"
"Go ahead. They're all spirit beasts that follow me, so we're of the same generation."
"Greetings, Little Uncle-Master," Zixia called out sweetly. The little spirit eagle immediately became energetic. It opened its beak and spat out a colorful stone, which was sent to Zixia.
Yang Jian was stunned when he saw that.
Upon closer inspection, the stone was surging with the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, seven different types of Connate Qi, and formed some kind of Connate Array.
This array …
It could resist attacks, conceal auras, and also had the effect of gathering spiritual energy. It could also balance Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, and had the miraculous effect of suppressing serious injuries.
He glared at the spirit eagle, but the latter looked at the sky and clouds as if it had nothing to do with it.
The spirit eagle's origin was unknown. It was hatched from a spirit pill that Yang Jian obtained from the Taishi Saint's tomb. The spirit egg that was treasured by the Saints of the Taishi era was definitely not something simple.
There would be opportunities to interrogate this fellow in the future.
"Use this stone to make a pendant and wear it at all times," Yang Jian said with a smile. Only then did Zixia dare to take it and play with it fondly.
She did not mind the saliva of the spirit eagle.
After urging Zi Xia, Yang Jian went to the back mountain to bid farewell to his mother. The road ahead was long. He had used this opportunity to "recuperate" and had been idle in Mei Mountain for a few months. He was about to return to the Chaos Sea.
Yohime's instructions to Yang Jian were almost the same as Yang Jian's instructions to Zi Xia. They both told them to take care of themselves and not to take risks easily.
After bidding farewell to Bai Ze and looking at Mei Kongmei, who was cultivating quietly in the mountain, Yang Jian left the Mei Mountain Array Formation.
He deliberately released his aura, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was about to leave again. He strode out of the void and entered the Chaos Sea. He set up the Black Shuttle and sped towards Xuandu City.
In the chaotic battle at the Nether Blood Sea, Chu Qi looked up in the direction that Yang Jian had left. Across the universe, he could still see Yang Jian's back.
"This guy, he actually left me here."
With a cold snort, Chu Qi immediately changed his style of watching the battle from the side. He held his two short sabers and rushed into the battle formation of the Asura Race. Under the gaze of a group of bald Battle Magi, he swept through more than half of the enemy formation in the blink of an eye.
"I'm going to kill you. Why are you looking at me!?!"
With a cold shout, the fearless Wu people trembled. The twelve commanders were busy mobilizing everywhere. The 1,800 Magi fought bravely, but the Asura Race had long been defeated.
In the ethereal place of the world, five figures sat cross-legged in the clouds.
At that moment, the Three Pure Ones and Jie Yin no longer had to worry about the incomplete Heavenly Dao. They could be considered to be "carefree". Daoist Tian Yan, who was dressed in a black robe, sat where the four Saints had sat previously and slowly repaired the flaws in the Heavenly Dao.
The five of them were originally resting with their eyes closed. The moment Yang Jian left the Primordial World, they opened their eyes at the same time and looked in the same direction.
That was the place where Yang Jian had left.
"It's really enviable for the Dao Sect to have a disciple like Yang Jian." Jie Yin sighed softly, his gaze complicated.
Laozi and Daoist Tian Yan slowly closed their eyes and meditated again. The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning could only barely reply.
However, soon, there was no sound in the misty clouds again. The five Saints returned to their original state and remained silent.
At the same time, in Emperor Wa's Palace.
Goddess Nuwa lay on her side on a soft couch. Her Saint's appearance was definitely not something that other female immortals could compare to. Unfortunately, no one was fated to see her, and no one dared to have any wild thoughts.
In front of her was a cloud mirror. In the cloud mirror, there was the situation at the peak of Huaguo Mountain. The rock stood quietly.
"This Yang Jian really knows how to make things difficult."
She sighed softly and waved her jade-like hand. The cloud mirror dissipated and the Saint instructed the little fairy beside her. Her voice was a little lazy.
"Go and retrieve the Demon-Summoning Banner."
"Yes, Your Highness." The little fairy hurriedly replied and hurriedly ran away with small steps.
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