The Sea-Calming Divine Pearls suddenly showed their divine power, catching Tu Wujing off guard. His body, which had turned into a blood mist, was fixed on the spot by the pearls as if he had been frozen.
Yang Jian did not expect that the pearls would be the nemesis of the blood mist.
What he was most familiar with was often the easiest to ignore. It really made him feel a little depressed.
If he had understood the miraculous use of the pearls earlier, he would not have been delayed by this person and put the Primordial Universe at risk.
Of course, Yang Jian did not have time to think too much. Divine light bloomed in his hand, and the Ocean-Overturning Array immediately changed. The thirty-six pearls rolled up layers of waves and swept away the blood mist.
The curses of the Saint of the Great Path could be heard coming from the blood mist. Yang Jian sneered, and the light in his eyes grew brighter.
The Saints who were stared at by him trembled.
The next moment, with the power of his vertical eye, Yang Jian ignored the trapping array and went straight for one of the Saints who formed the array.
The thirty-six Sea Calming Divine Pearls followed Yang Jian's feet and wrapped around the blood mist. Although they couldn't directly injure Tu Wujing, who was trapped in the blood mist, they made it impossible for Tu Wujing to struggle. He could only watch helplessly as Yang Jian charged forward.
The situation immediately became favorable to Yang Jian.
The latter quickly dodged while maintaining the array. The other eight Saints immediately changed the array in an attempt to stop Yang Jian's movement.
The power of the array, combined with the magic power of the nine Saints, pressed down on Yang Jian with an earth-shattering force.
Yang Jian's body was blocked. He kept waving the spear in his hand, but the magic power in front of him was endless, making it impossible for Yang Jian to attack for a while.
After all, there were nine Saints here. Although the threat of Tu Wujing had temporarily subsided, the combined attack of the array and the nine Saints had caused Yang Jian to fall into another round of bitter battle.
But at this moment, Yang Jian saw hope of breaking out of this situation.
His Dao Heart gradually calmed down as he calculated the general pattern of the various changes in the array. His Divine Eye was locked on the Saint of the Great Path, causing his Dao Heart to gradually become unstable.
Even a Saint of the Great Path, who claimed to have a flawless Dao nature and a perfect Dao heart, would panic when facing a life-and-death situation.
He was waiting for the other party to make a mistake.
With just the slightest flaw, Yang Jian would attack, and the trapping array would dissipate as long as one Saint of the Great Path was destroyed.
Second Superposition Force!
The long spear in Yang Jian's hand slashed through the layers of Dao Laws of the trapping array, and his figure rushed forward through the gap.
The Saint of the Great Path's face was pale, but he still managed to calm down and control the formation. Waves of energy gathered around him and blocked Yang Jian once again.
Then, the array changed. The Saint quickly moved away from Yang Jian in the direction of the array. The other eight fellow Daoists did their best to help and trapped Yang Jian in the center of the array again.
After one difficulty came another …
However, Yang Jian became braver as he fought. Whether it was the Saint of the Great Path or the nine Saints around him, they all knew that it was only a matter of time before Yang Jian broke free.
Tu Wujing was unable to move. At this moment, the one with the highest cultivation base and the one who could resist Yang Jian head-on had become the most useless one.
"When will Master come to help?"
"Just hold him back. That small world won't be able to hold on for too long. As soon as Master gets rid of the Saints over there, he will come to kill this boy."
The nine Saints of the Great Path communicated with each other through voice transmission. Some of them had already thought of retreating.
However, none of them dared to really retreat. In addition to the deterrence of the supreme experts, it was also because they were in a difficult situation.
If anyone dared to leave the trapping array and Yang Jian broke free, without Tu Wujing stopping them, they would have to face Yang Jian's slaughter.
Yang Jian had proven that he had the strength to kill Saints of the Great Path in seconds.
At this moment, in Saint's Tomb in Xuandu City …
"If Yang Jian can't get out, the Primordial World will be in danger."
"Alas, perhaps this is the great tribulation that living beings can't escape. Why does the Primordial Universe always send such a tribulation after giving birth to living beings?"
"The tribulation is caused by the supreme experts, and these supreme experts are just one of the living beings. Outside the Chaotic Sea is the eternal void. No one knows if there is a real ruler in the Invisible World. "
The group of Saint Remnant Spirits kept muttering, and the more they spoke, the more mysterious their words became.
What the Saints were talking about was naturally different from what Daira and the Saint-to-be had left behind.
"Is there anything we can help them with?" the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit asked. The Saint Remnant Spirits who could be in charge were all silent.
Treasure Master Colored Glaze said, "Although this corpse of mine still has some divine power left, if the corpse moves for a moment, the array here will break, giving the supreme experts under the array a chance. No one can bear this risk. "
"That's right. If the Primordial World could have a few more Peak Sage Realm experts, it would be fine. One supreme expert is already enough to make them pale in comparison. If another one goes out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"Could it be that we're still unable to do anything here, just like when Grand Essence was destroyed?"
The group of Saint Remnant Spirits were all silent.
They really could not leave the Saint's Tomb and could not go too far away from the Saint's corpse …
"Maybe there is a way."
Treasure Master Colored Glaze pondered for a while and looked at the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit beside him. The latter seemed to have thought of something as she nodded gently and replied, "Maybe it will be of some use."
"What is it?"
"Don't keep us guessing, my two friends. If we can help the living beings in this world, we are willing to sacrifice half of our lives."
The Snow Saint Remnant Spirit nodded gently with a slight smile on her beautiful, cold face.
"There are always a few cultivators who have hidden here in the tombs. Although many of these cultivators have given up on cultivation and lost much of their strength due to the drastic changes in the Dao Law, if we can persuade the Sage-to-be among them to help Yang Jian, it may be possible to win a chance of survival for Yang Jian."
The Saint Remnant Spirits all nodded when they heard that.
However, someone sighed and said, "These people are no different from walking corpses. They have no guts at all."
"That's a little biased. They have been living for so long and most of them have a blood feud with the supreme experts. Maybe someone will stand up for them."
Treasure Master Colored Glaze urged, "This is the only way now. My friends, please give it a try. Or you can use cultivation techniques, divine powers, or magic treasures to promise them. This may be the opportunity they have been waiting for. "
The Saint Remnant Spirits all agreed. Then, the light flickered gently and the huge tomb suddenly became much more spacious.
One-third of the Saint Remnant Spirits were still there because they did not have such cultivators living in the tomb.
After a while, some Saint Remnant Spirits began to gather in twos and threes at Treasure Master Colored Glaze's place. Gradually, more and more Saint Remnant Spirits gathered with some cultivators.
There was even a kind-looking Saint Remnant Spirit who brought more than 30 Sage-to-be ancient cultivators. Although these ancient cultivators' eyes were lifeless, they still retained some of their former charm.
Obviously, the number of ancient cultivators living in Saint's Tomb was directly related to the temperament of the Saint Remnant Spirits and the remaining Dao Law.
There were a total of 216 ancient cultivators gathered there.
Treasure Master Colored Glaze looked at Snow Spirit and said with a smile, "You're better at boosting morale than I am. Talk to them. I'll teach them a formation that will allow them to condense their magical powers."
"Okay." Snow Saint Remnant Spirit nodded gently. Her slender figure was then wrapped in light. When the light faded, she had already changed into a gorgeous long dress.
Although the material was not much, it was not revealing. It was somewhat similar to the Primordial Rainbow Dress, but the style was more like a battle armor.
She walked gracefully with a faint light shrouding her body. With every step she took, the sound of her footsteps seemed to cut into the minds of the ancient cultivators around her.
Gradually, many of the ancient cultivators were aroused. Their long-sealed Daoist Hearts had a slight fluctuation.
"You should know why we need all of you here today …"
Xue Ling's voice was a little cold, as if she was a peerless saint who stood on top of an iceberg, otherworldly. However, there was a hint of a woman's weakness in her cold voice, which made the ancient cultivators, who were mostly men, feel more and more alive.
Sure enough, as Treasure Master Colored Glaze said, Snow Spirit could easily stimulate the ancient cultivators' morale.
…
Chaotic Land, North Sea.
The Chaotic Land camp's defeat was extremely obvious. Li Jing's order was to actively defend, allowing the army and the powerful figures to constantly retreat.
At that time, they could only try their best to reduce losses and preserve more living forces for the Chaotic Land.
They might have lost today's battle, but as long as the mighty figures and the remaining main force had a chance to escape, the Primordial World would still have a chance to recover and turn the tables.
Such a situation did not only happen in the North Sea. It was the same in the Netherworld. The two female Saints protected the Six Paths of Reincarnation and had already begun to cut Fengdu City from the bottom of the Primordial World. They were about to escape into the Chaos Sea.
With the help of the Heavenly Dao, this process was actually not too troublesome.
At that moment, the Primordial World had lost countless cultivators. The army of supreme experts had also lost more than 60% of their troops.
However, because the old subordinates of the supreme experts had given them too much pressure, the reinforcements of the Chaos Spirits could not continue joining the battle. They could only try their best to resist the old subordinates from attacking the Primordial World. The head-on battle was lost.
The eyes of the Grand Marshal of the troops like Li Jing were also red. Many of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals who were beating the drums were crying, but they were still waving the long hammers in their hands with all their might.
The Magi were roaring angrily. It was an indignant roar. They wanted to continue fighting until the last drop of blood flowed out. However, they were forcefully chased to the rear by the immortal soldiers of the Fire Cloud Cave.
Supremacy Green Wood was still commanding the battle formation while fighting. Although he felt that he could not leave the Primordial World cultivators behind, he did not want to let go of the remaining bloodline of the God Pan.
The final ending of the battle revolved around the retreat of the Magi, the attack of the supreme experts, and the cover of the cultivators of the Primordial World.
On the mountain in the North Sea, Chu Qi frowned slightly …
There was a cruel problem in front of them.
If the North Sea was defeated and the cultivators retreated to the trichiliocosm, then …
Who would protect the mortal world of the human race in the South Continent?
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