Tu Wujing, the Blood Devil, was a demon that almost everyone in Taisu hated, but with his heaven-defying luck, he cultivated all the way to the Saint realm and became the overlord of Taisu.
Perhaps because he had killed too many people in the past, although he had become a Great Path, he was gradually eaten away by the Great Path he cultivated.
The Evil Path was, after all, not the right path.
But Tu Wujing was not an ordinary person. He had forcibly shattered his Great Path, and in the midst of the shattered Great Path, he protected his Dao Seed, cultivated again, and became a Saint again.
After breaking his Great Path, he obtained a heaven-defying divine ability, which was the blood mist that trapped Yang Jian at this moment.
When fighting with others, Tu Wujing could fuse himself with the Great Path, and he could also make his Great Path invisible, so he was invincible.
Since he mastered this method, he had never tasted defeat in Taisu. Even when he fought Pangu in the past, he forced the great god to a draw.
This divine ability was too restraining for cultivators of the fleshly body.
But today, Yang Jian used blood to break blood. Relying on his indestructible body, he allowed Tu Wujing to attack him as he split thousands of blood clones and switched his mind rapidly.
The clones that did not have their minds in them only had the instinct to fight and kill, while the clones that had Yang Jian's mind in them would directly burst out with the strongest attack and kill the more obvious targets.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding army was severely injured. The blood mist condensed into a few terrifying faces that kept cursing angrily, but there was nothing they could do.
When Yang Jian began to kill the Saints of the Great Path with his clones, Tu Wujing finally gave the order to retreat for the time being.
Yang Jian controlled the thousands of clones to chase after the enemy army. When they went all out, they killed one-third of the enemy's army and wounded two Saints of the Great Path.
When the army flew outside Xuandu, Yang Jian dispersed the clones, condensed them into drops of blood, and flew back to Yang Jian and sank into Yang Jian's body.
Mystic Blood was precious, and it was always good to be able to recover it.
The blood mist separated and floated around Yang Jian. Yang Jian did not chase after it. Instead, he observed the changes in the blood mist and tried to swing his spear a few times. However, he could not hurt the blood mist at all.
As long as it was a divine ability, there must be a way to break it.
Yang Jian kept thinking that if his physical body couldn't be destroyed, he might have other abilities that could be put to use.
Soon, Yang Jian's mind locked onto a set of arrays and a set of Dharma Artifacts within his body.
The Overturn Oceans Formation and the thirty-six Sea-Calming Divine Pearls.
Although he had not figured out how to do it, Yang Jian had a vague feeling that he would have to rely on the power of the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl to break Tu Wujing's technique today.
The two sides fell into a stalemate again. Yang Jian was trying to figure out a way to crack the opponent's divine power, while the thirteen Saints of the Great Path discussed through voice transmissions whether they should advance or retreat.
They had already destroyed the Hailing Kingdom, and if they went to the Primitive Universe now, they would be able to make a great contribution.
But Yang Jian was here, and as long as the army of the Hailing Kingdom tried their best to stop him, Yang Jian could easily slaughter their one million soldiers.
These one million cultivators were not like those who were fighting in the Primitive Universe. The weakest among them was a Gold Immortal, and they were Xu Moyi's former subordinates.
But whether they were Gold Immortals or Perfected Immortals, they were all vulnerable in front of Yang Jian's incarnation divine power.
Soon, the thirteen Saints realized that the root of the problem was that they were somewhat helpless against Yang Jian. His Indestructible Body was too strong, and they were no match for him.
Yang Jian had been here for a while, but their master had not arrived yet. In addition, they could faintly feel the aftermath of their master's battle with someone in the Primitive Universe.
There must be someone else on the Primitive Universe stopping their master, so Yang Jian dared to fight them here.
If Yang Jian found a way to break the Blood Demon's divine power, it would be the doomsday of the thirteen Saints of the Great Path.
"Why don't we trap him here and send our army to the Primitive Universe?"
A Saint said. Blood Demon Tu Wujing pondered for a while and could only nod slightly.
"I have an array formation given to me by my master. I need nine fellow Daoists to work with me to trap Yang Jian in it."
"Even if Leader Tu Wujing and the nine fellow Daoists stay here, it is still feasible for the other three to go to help."
"Good."
"That's right."
"Yang Jian has rushed out. I'll go and trap him. Quickly choose nine people to refine this array."
When Tu Wujing saw Yang Jian flying toward him with his spear, he threw down a square slate and waved his palms to meet him.
These thirteen Saints, including the one killed by Yang Jian, were all decisive people. They quickly decided to choose nine people to set up the array, while the other three rushed toward Yang Jian. Together with Tu Wujing, they once again trapped Yang Jian in the blood mist.
Yang Jian also used the same trick. He once again used the mystical ability of a drop of blood incarnation. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into thousands of incarnations and chased after the group of old Xu Mo subordinates outside Xuandu City.
The nine Saints of the Great Path began to refine the array and comprehend its changes.
Naturally, Yang Jian would not let them have their way. He controlled the incarnations to attack the nine Saints of the Great Path. Unfortunately, the power of the incarnations was limited. The nine Saints kept moving, and even when they were injured by Yang Jian's incarnations, they did not stop to comprehend the array.
They chased and slashed, and Yang Jian chased after Xu Mo's old subordinates. It was a wonderful scene.
The battle that broke out in Xuandu City really made the hearts of many Saints of the Primordial Beginning surge.
No one knew how many years had passed, and most of the remnant spirits' memories were incomplete. But after Grand Essence's destruction, they saw the birth of another great era. They also saw the calamity of a supreme powerhouse wanting to destroy the current great era.
Taishi, Taiji, Taisu …
The Primordial World …
It had been too long since a cultivator who could fight against a supreme expert appeared. This made these remnant spirits gather together and pay attention to the battle.
In the tomb of Treasure Lord Colored Glaze, more than a hundred figures stood everywhere, watching the snow mirror made by Snow Saint's remnant spirit. Inside it was the scene of the battle between Yang Jian and Xu Mo's old subordinates.
Many of the remnant spirits of the Saints looked emotional, while Yang Jian's invincible body made Treasure Lord Colored Glaze happy.
Next to him, Yohime and her two daughters-in-law were also watching the battle nervously. When they saw that Yang Jian was trapped by the blood mist and constantly attacked by the Blood Fiends, they broke out in a cold sweat.
Treasure Lord Colored Glaze said, "It is indeed not easy for Yang Jian, my little friend, to fight against the subordinates of these supreme experts alone. However, the supreme expert will definitely come here from the Primitive Universe. You and I have to be prepared."
"You and I are just remnant spirits. How can we face a supreme expert?"
"We tried it in Grand Essence, and it was also the ninth supreme expert, but he did not fall into our trap at all. What can we do even if we make all kinds of arrangements?"
The remnant spirits of the Saints retorted, and Treasure Lord Colored Glaze also pondered for a while.
The arrangements they could make were actually to use the army there to try to suppress the ninth supreme expert and find the supreme expert suppressed under the Saint's Tomb to accompany him.
However, Xu Mo had only sent people to destroy the Xuandu City back then. He had used a clone to enter the Saint's Tomb to clean up the remnants. His true body had not entered, causing the Saint's remnant spirit's painstaking efforts to fail.
"Don't forget that there's still Little Friend Yang Jian," Treasure Lord Colored Glaze said. "His physical body is stronger than mine in the past. If he helps, we will definitely succeed."
The group of remnant spirits of the Saints pondered. Many old friends who were familiar with each other began to discuss. The entire tomb became livelier.
In the corner, the remnant generals of the Spirit Race were recuperating. They were all silent.
Feng Wu's eyes turned red for some reason. She whispered, "Is there anything we can help Husband with?"
"Sister, our cultivation levels are too low. We really can't help much." Xiao Lan's smile was a little sad. "It's all thanks to the soldiers who risked their lives to protect Mother and bring her here. Apart from being a burden to Husband, we really can't do anything else. "
Yohime seemed to have woken up from a dream when she heard that. She sat there quietly and thought about something.
"Mother, are your injuries better?"
"Much better. Don't worry about me." Yohime forced a smile. That faint gentleness covered up the darkness that flashed across the depths of Yohime's eyes.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. The entire Saint's Tomb was supported by a peerless array. One could feel the lingering charm of the battle in Xuandu City.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the ice mirror. Yang Jian suddenly displayed his Dharma World and transformed into a giant that was tens of thousands of feet tall. He pushed away the blood mist around him and threw a punch at Xu Mo's army in the distance.
The blood mist suddenly increased and wanted to wrap around Yang Jian's body again. However, Yang Jian's huge body shook and transformed into an incomparably huge Sky-Devouring Giant Python.
Three Thousand Godfiends Devour!
Yang Jian had a crazy idea. The Sky-Devouring Giant Python opened its mouth and swallowed the Chaos Sea within a radius of 5,000 kilometers, including half of the outer city of Xuandu City.
At the same time, it swallowed the blood mist formed by the Blood Fiend Painting!
What would happen if he swallowed a Saint of the Great Dao?
Yang Jian was not sure, but it was the only way he could think of to break the other party's blood mist …
However, the moment the python recovered its true body, Yang Jian suddenly felt his back door tighten. His Golden Body could not hold it in any longer. A turbid Qi broke through his pants, and there was still a hint of blood.
The turbid Qi was mixed with the blood mist and condensed into Tu Wujing's figure again.
However, at that moment, Tu Wujing's face turned as red as a pig's liver. He pointed at Yang Jian with a trembling finger and said,
"You, you actually treat me as a fart … a turbid Qi!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly. He took the opportunity to abandon Tu Wujing and rushed toward the nine Saints who were comprehending the array diagram.
Tu Wujing's expression changed. At this moment, it was too late for him to stop him. Fortunately, the other three Saints of the Great Dao, who were at the side, tried to stop Yang Jian.
Yang Jian simply changed his target and locked his gaze on a Saint of the Great Dao who was blocking his way.
He unleashed all his mystical abilities!
Two overlapping powers!
With a flash of the spear, Yang Jian destroyed the Dao Body of the Saint of the Great Dao who was fleeing in panic and shattered his Great Dao Fist.
However, with this delay, Tu Wujing came over again. He turned into a blood mist and launched a fierce attack at Yang Jian.
Even the perfected state of mind of a Saint of the Great Dao could not tolerate such humiliation.
After all, a Saint could laugh off the filthy words that were pointed at his nose and called him a fart. However, it was really unbearable for a Saint to be spat out like a fart.
"Today, I will crush your bones and scatter your ashes!"
"Heh." Yang Jian sneered. It was the Dharma World and the Three Thousand Gods and Demons again.
If he could make the enemy's leader lose his mind, he might be able to find more opportunities to defeat the enemy.
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