The figures intersected, and the Great Dao collided. Dozens of mottled rays of light charged in all directions, as if they wanted to collapse the entire Xuandu City.
The Xuandu City shook violently!
Yang Jian's golden body streaked across like a sharp sword. Although the Saint of the Great Path, who had tried to stop him from the side, was facing Yang Jian head-on, he was forced back by Yang Jian and could not fight him head-on.
Fortunately, Yang Jian had not locked onto this person and used the double-layered force, which was still a little stiff in Yang Jian's hands. It did not have enough changes, so the man was only injured and escaped with his life.
However, the Saint that Yang Jian had locked onto before could not escape the tip of the three-pointed, double-edged spear.
Even though most of the power of Yang Jian's spear had been weakened by the expert who was close to the peak of the Saint realm, it still cut off the Saint's head.
A Great Path shining with the Dao of Wind was torn apart by the spear light.
Just like that, a Saint of the Great Path died in the Xuandu City.
Yang Jian suddenly turned around with a murderous look on his face.
"Set up the array! Retreat! "
The Saint of the Great Path who had wanted to stop Yang Jian shouted anxiously. The other 12 Saints of the Great Path appeared outside the Xuandu City almost in an instant, staring at Yang Jian warily.
The Saints of the Great Path here were all experts who had followed Xu Mo to fight and destroy Tai Su. They were also true Saints of the Great Path, and a few of them had even started cultivating in the Great Ultimate Realm.
The leader was the man who had just fought with Yang Jian. He was dressed in a blood-colored robe, had a fair face, and looked somewhat handsome. However, he exuded a cold aura.
He seemed to be cultivating the Fiend Path, and since he could push his cultivation base close to the perfected Saint realm, he should be a famous figure in the Tai Su Era.
Unfortunately, he had become the lackey of a supreme expert.
Yang Jian raised his spear and looked down at the thirteen Saints of the Great Path outside the city through the nine broken walls of the Xuandu City.
Even though the Saints of the Great Path here were not comparable to the Saints who had been forced to establish their Dao, he was still confident that he could kill all of them here.
"Yang Jian!"
Suddenly, a cry came from below. Yang Jian was overjoyed. Looking down, he saw that within the formation that Old Master Mo had used his own puppets to set up, several figures were surrounded by dozens of Spirit Race generals, their bodies riddled with wounds.
Yohime's white clothes were stained with blood. Her face was pale, and her lips were trembling slightly.
Who else but Feng Wu and Xiao Lan could be supporting Yohime?
The one who had called out to Yang Jian earlier was Xiao Lan. At this moment, Old Master Mo also heaved a sigh of relief. He stroked his beard and smiled, as if a burden had been lifted from his heart.
Upon hearing the cry, dozens of auras emerged from the Saint's Tomb. They were the Saint Remnant Spirits. However, they were trapped in the Saint's Tomb and could not come forward to help in the battle. They could only watch the battle outside from the Heart Sea Realm.
Yang Jian said, "Go into Saint's Tomb first. I'll handle this."
"Jin 'er …" Medicine Master called out softly as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Yang Jian bowed to Yohime in the air and did not say anything. He then turned to face the 13 figures outside the city.
What followed was bound to be a fierce battle.
He had to kill all of his opponents to protect the people behind him!
No one knew how sorrowful and regretful Yang Jian was when he saw the shattered Heiling Kingdom. He was also filled with rage and madness.
Now that Yang Jian was standing there, there was no need for him to worry or plot anything.
What he wanted to do was to kill all the enemies in front of him. He wanted to annihilate these powerful enemies who had tried to destroy everything he had.
He did not move. The group of Spirit Race generals below supported each other and walked toward the entrance of Saint's Tomb.
"Mother, let's go in too. Staying here will only distract our husband." Xiao Lan comforted her softly. Yohime nodded gently and stared at Yang Jian's figure with a pale face.
Children were after all her flesh and blood. Even though Yang Jian had powerful abilities that Yohime could not understand, in Yohime's eyes, he was still a baby that needed her to take care of …
She wanted to tell Yang Jian to take care of himself and not put himself in danger for them.
However, she was worried that her words would make Yang Jian unhappy. She could only bear with it and let her two daughters-in-law support her into Saint's Tomb.
Dozens of Old Master Mo's puppets stood there, still maintaining the formation. They escorted those figures into Saint's Tomb and were taken away by Snow Sacred Partial Spirit and Colored Glaze Treasure Master.
With that, Yang Jian had nothing to worry about.
"Sigh, to be able to hold on until you came, I'm really worthy of my old bones."
Old Master Mo sighed softly. Yang Jian's heart tightened. He looked down and saw that the array formation had already dissipated. The vast Dharma powers began to turn into vigorous Primordial Energy, filling the Xuandu City.
Dozens of Old Master Mo's puppets shattered almost at the same time. First, there were spider web-like cracks, then they collapsed into pieces and finally turned into crystal powder that slowly drifted away.
After those puppets had collapsed, two Sage-to-be Realm puppets, one male and one female, stood below and slowly sat down.
They were Puppet Fourteen and the other …
A figure emitting a treasure light appeared beside Yang Jian. It was Old Master Mo's primordial spirit. At that moment, Yang Jian noticed that the Great Path that Old Master Mo's primordial spirit had been entrusted to had completely collapsed …
"The road ahead is long and arduous. As long as the world is not destroyed, the soul of the Dao will not be extinguished. "
Old Master Mo chanted softly. His gaze pierced through the low sky of Xuandu City, through the endless Chaos Sea, and through time. It was as if he could see the high-spirited cultivator of Tai Su, who had fallen into madness for the Dao of puppets.
"Yang Jian, remember, before you have the strength to overturn the universe, do not let the supreme experts know your true identity."
What did Old Master Mo mean by that?
"Senior …"
"My Dao is at its end, and my heart is at its end. Although I have regrets, it is difficult for me to take another step forward." Old Master Mo waved his hand gently, then walked forward with his hands behind his back. He strolled towards the low sky.
As he walked, his figure continued to collapse. However, this legendary mighty figure only left behind a few soft sighs in the end.
The path of cultivation was far, but it was also disadvantageous.
It was difficult to become an immortal, and difficult to end.
Below, the two injured puppets did not say anything. When Old Master Mo's figure disappeared, the two puppets raised their hands and took out a jade disc from their chests. They gently crushed it.
Yang Jian clenched his fists. At that moment, he was already furious, but his mind was unprecedentedly clear.
His gaze swept outside the city and fought with the gazes of the thirteen Saints.
"You are Yang Jian?"
The Saint in the blood-red robe sneered. "You really came. Master is right. You are more concerned about your personal feelings. Since you are here, the Primordial World must be in Master's bag. No matter what, you can't win. Invincible Golden Body? Heh. "
"All of you will die here today."
Kill!
Yang Jian suddenly roared angrily. His body transformed into a ten-thousand-feet-long Kun Peng. With a destructive aura, he pounced towards the outside of the city!
"Where is the army!?!"
The Daoist shouted. His palms turned into blood-red jades, and he thrust them toward Yang Jian.
Upon a closer look, one would see that the Daoist was actually wearing a pair of thin gloves.
The power of two overlapped!
Slash!
Yang Jian attacked with all his might. This time, he slashed at the Daoist without holding back.
The Daoist seemed a little arrogant. He wanted to borrow Yang Jian's divine power with his palms, and he had seen Yang Jian kill a Saint of the Great Path with one blow.
But in fact, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes. The moment Yang Jian's spear slashed down, his body turned into a cloud of blood mist.
The sharp three-pointed, double-edged spear cut through the blood mist, but in the blink of an eye, the blood mist gathered again and condensed into the figure of the Daoist. Then, he appeared in front of Yang Jian and slapped his palm on Yang Jian's chest.
With a flash of golden light, Yang Jian's body trembled a few times and he took half a step back. With a loud laugh, the Daoist turned into a blood mist and wrapped Yang Jian up.
For a moment, Yang Jian did not know how to deal with such a divine power.
Shouts came from outside the city. Hundreds of thousands of Xu Mo's old subordinates rushed into the Xuandu City and circled around Yang Jian.
The other twelve Saints of the Great Path did not stay idle either. They used their divine powers and Connate cardinal treasures from afar to bombard Yang Jian's golden body.
This kind of array formation completely seemed to be tailor-made for Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's mind raced as he tried to think of a way to break the blood mist. He had tried many times, but whether he used the True Fire to burn it or the Heaven-suppressing Seal to suppress it, he could not pose a direct threat to it.
On the other hand, the blood mist was constantly looking for Yang Jian's flaws. From time to time, it would hit Yang Jian with a palm. Although it could not hurt Yang Jian, it restricted Yang Jian's movements.
Yang Jian was a physical cultivator, and the Daoist in the blood-red robe had such an innate advantage when facing a physical cultivator.
'How can I break this?'
All kinds of thoughts came to Yang Jian's mind, but he kept rejecting them.
He glanced at the figures who surrounded him but did not dare to approach him. They were only shooting arrows from afar, and the divine eye on his forehead slowly opened.
Blood …
Breaking blood with blood!
Yang Jian suddenly shouted. His golden body shook, and dozens of blood arrows shot out from all over his body. In the blink of an eye, they pierced through the blood mist.
This was Yang Jian's Mystic Blood, and it was the precious blood of a Saint after he became a Saint! There was a seven-colored light in the blood, and each drop seemed to contain powerful power.
But why was Yang Jian bleeding like this?
The Daoist in the blood-red robe was a little confused, but he immediately reminded the surrounding army to be careful.
Before he finished speaking, the dozens of blood arrows shot out by Yang Jian had already broken through the layers of heaven and earth and rushed into the surrounding army and the twelve Sages.
Then, they exploded!
Drops of Mystic Blood drifted away. Yang Jian, who was trapped in the blood mist, suddenly roared, and a huge Tree of Essence Spirit appeared behind him.
Magical power, Blood Incarnation!
Hundreds and thousands of Yang Jian appeared in various positions. Their expressions were cold, and they held long spears and long swords in their hands. They rushed towards the nearby cultivators.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of cultivators were heavily injured. Seeing this, the twelve Sages immediately rushed towards the incarnations made by Yang Jian. But unexpectedly, a few rays of light flashed, and the twelve Sages were counterattacked by Yang Jian's Blood Incarnation!
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