"Master …"
At the entrance of the Saint's Courtyard, Zi Xia, who had been lingering there, saw Yang Jian's figure approaching from the sky. She hurriedly went forward.
She wanted to ask, but she did not dare to. She could only secretly look at her master's expression. Her hand, which was holding Yang Jian's, stiffened slightly.
He should not have been able to find her.
"Master, Fairy Qingling is blessed by the heavens …"
There was a hint of struggle in Yang Jian's eyes. "There might still be a chance to save her. Let's go in first."
Zi Xia agreed obediently. She was not like the few mistresses. At that moment, she did not dare to say anything. She could only stay by her master's side carefully.
If her master could complain to her or confide in her, she would not be a disciple in vain.
After entering the courtyard, Yang Jian said, "She should still be alive."
The Saints fell silent and did not say a word for a long time.
Zi Xia suddenly understood why her master was struggling so much that there was a hint of pain in his eyes …
Wen Qingling should be considered an old friend in her master's heart. After so many years, apart from Nezha and a few other Aunt-Masters, it was rare for her to have a few friends. Her master must be very concerned about Fairy Qingling's life and death.
At that moment, her master said that Qingling was not dead. Naturally, her master had found some clues. Her master should be relieved and happy.
However, to the Primordial World and the living beings of the Primordial World, it meant that the threat of the second supreme expert still existed. It was even possible that the supreme expert in Wen Qingling's previous life had already suppressed Qingling's essence soul.
Thinking of that, Zi Xia could not help but say softly, "Master, no one can blame you for this. Don't feel guilty."
Yang Jian turned his head and smiled at Zi Xia. Then, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He did not say anything else.
Outside the courtyard, Daoist Tian Yan and the Grandmaster of Heaven walked side by side. The two of them shook their heads with ugly expressions and returned to their respective meditation cushions.
Saint Jie Yin said, "The counterattack …"
"Let's continue. We have no way out." Daoist Tian Yan shook the front of his Daoist robe. "Let's follow the plan we set previously. If we can defeat Xu Mo before the second supreme expert attacks, we will have the power to fight."
"I'll go into seclusion." Yang Jian stood up and walked towards Daoist Heavenly Flame.
The Bell of Chaos appeared. Yang Jian nodded gently at Bai Ze before stepping into the Bell of Chaos.
Although Zixia wanted to go and comfort her master, she didn't dare to disturb her master's cultivation, so she could only stand there in a daze.
Bai Ze said, "Saints, if there's nothing else, I'll go back into seclusion."
The Heavenly Lord of Yuanshi sighed and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."
"I wouldn't dare, but I didn't really change anything." Bai Ze's smile was a little bitter. He sighed slightly gloomily and turned to leave.
"I'll go and find a place to cultivate then." Zi Xia bowed with a Dao salute. After obtaining the Saint's permission, she carried her sword and turned to leave …
"Zixia?" Tongtian's voice came from behind.
Zixia hurriedly turned around. "Disciple is here!"
"Leave your sword behind," Sect Leader Tongtian said. "It's rare to find such a talented swordsman like you. I'll give you some benefits."
Zixia blinked her eyes, and then happily handed over her sword.
"Thank you, Third Ancestral Master."
Amidst the sword chime, the Grandmaster of Heaven had already pulled out the sword that had been following beside Zi Xia. He flicked his fingers and listened to the clear sound.
"It's a good sword. Go. Come here in a hundred days to retrieve the sword."
"Okay!" Zixia cupped one hand in the other before her chest to express her thanks in a dignified manner, which amused several Sages to chuckle.
After Zi Xia left, the Three Pure Ones, Jie Yin, Yuding Zhenren, and Heavenly Flame Daoist looked at each other. Heavenly Flame Daoist waved his sleeve, and the small courtyard was wrapped in the Dao runes of a Saint. No one knew what the few leaders of the Primordial World were discussing.
After all, it could not be separated from the counterattack of the Primordial World.
When Yang Jian flew past the sword testing ground, he scanned the various places with his spiritual senses.
At this time, the Sword Testing Grounds were still bustling with activity. The third and fourth batches of cultivators made the first half of the trials almost non-stop. As for the 'popular' trials like the 18th, 25th, and 27th, there were even more cultivators fighting with the fiends.
In the second half of the trial, many cultivators were moving forward on the roads that had been completely opened.
It was a pity that there were no geniuses like Nezha and Sun Wukong in the first batch, who made people's eyes light up and felt that they could be entrusted with important tasks.
Liu Ya had already reached the last stage of the road. It seemed that she would break through soon.
Yang Jian found the Mirage Dragon and told it not to let anyone disturb him. Then, he went to the old place to cultivate in seclusion.
The Mirage Dragon naturally did not know what had happened outside. However, seeing that Yang Jian looked a little depressed, it did not dare to provoke him. It continued to wander around the sword testing ground leisurely, looking at a few cultivators of the Primordial World who were pleasing to the eye and giving them some opportunities.
This should be the most suitable life for this Primordial World species and a senior expert in the world.
The Mirage Dragon had a deep dependence on its own illusion. Only in its own illusion could it feel that it really existed, instead of the floating in its ancestor's dream.
Previously, it had been sneakily dealing with the Chaos Beasts in the corner of the Chaos Sea not because it wanted to absorb the blood energy of the ferocious beasts to strengthen itself. It was just a little bored.
If it really wanted to become stronger, the Mirage Dragon knew that it could break through to the Saint realm after a short seclusion. The problem was that the Saint realm was not very useful. It would die no matter what.
Moreover, the Saint realm had to cut its Great Dao into the Dao laws of the Chaos Sea. It could hide in the illusion, but its Great Dao would definitely attract the attention of the supreme experts.
It was afraid of death and even more afraid of being captured by the supreme experts as a "pet". Then, it would have to work hard to destroy the tangible world again and again.
Although the Mirage Dragon's essence soul was controlled by Yang Jian, its days were surprisingly comfortable.
Wherever he went, people would bow respectfully and call him senior. Yang Jian also called him senior. During the previous battle, he had left at the last minute … Ahem, he regretted not being able to appear. Yang Jian did not blame him.
Now, as long as the old senior was in a good mood, he would casually scatter some numinous treasures and immortal spells at the sword testing ground, so that the cultivators who were challenging the trials would burn incense and worship him.
When he was in a bad mood, he would let the Devilfiend Phantom teach them a good lesson. After a while, he would be in a good mood again …
If one had to point out a fly in the ointment …
Perhaps, it was only difficult to increase the number of incense offerings for the Mirage Dragon race. After all, since the era of the Eternal Divine Kingdom, he seemed to be the only remaining seedling of the Mirage Dragon race.
Thinking of that, Senior Mirage Dragon felt a little gloomy.
Its old eyes turned and it saw a pig demon fighting the Devilfiend in the eighteenth stage. Senior Mirage Dragon snorted and flew over.
This fellow was even more handsome than the old senior's main body. He was asking for trouble!
The Mirage Dragon pointed with its finger. The Grand Marshal of the Heavenly River Army, who had already gained the upper hand, suddenly felt the pressure increase.
He focused his gaze and saw that the Devilfiend's eyes were emitting a little bloody light. It roared and pounced at him.
Having lost the initiative, the Canopy Marshal flicked his sleeves and ran away decisively …
A moment later, the bruised Tian Peng was sent out of the teleportation formation. A few old generals of the Celestial Court who were familiar with him immediately cheered happily.
In a corner that Tian Peng could not see, an old senior shook his head comfortably. He floated away with his hands behind his back and continued to patrol his illusory treasure land.
He hoped that the second battle would not come too early. More cultivators of the Primordial World would enter the illusory realm to play with him.
Unfortunately, the Mirage Dragon also knew that the situation was urgent.
From Yang Jian's expression, he could tell that the next battle was not far away.
…
"Everyone, maintain the formation! Don't leave the formation! Let's use the formation to resist the first wave of these malicious ghosts! "
In a Major Chiliocosm, the sky was filled with ghostly shadows. A million cultivators were arranged according to the operation of the array formation, forming the shape of the Eight Trigrams in the world. Immortal powers from all directions were continuously injected into the surroundings of the array formation.
The whistling ghosts were like moths flying into a flame. They shattered the remnant souls, but they could not shake the array formation at all.
Lei Zhenzi spread his Gale Thunder Wings and slowly flew above the array formation. His entire body was wrapped in blue lightning, and the lightning flowed like water waves.
He suddenly raised the dark golden rod in his hand and shouted at the layers of dark clouds in the sky, "Heavenly Thunder Array!"
With a rumble, the Major Chiliocosm seemed to tremble along with the muffled thunder.
On the dark clouds, array formations lit up one after another. Wen Zhong rode the Black Qilin and sped past in the sky. The flag in his hand emitted a dazzling light.
Wen Zhong shouted, "Thunder Division God, listen up!"
"Yes!"
A powerful voice sounded in the sky above the ghost army.
Lei Zhenzi suddenly opened his eyes and swung his dark gold rod forward!
In the sky, Wen Zhong shouted, "Heavenly Thunder!"
In the next moment, thunder and lightning surged between heaven and earth. Millions of green, white, red, and blue lightning bolts fell like a curtain of pearls!
The rod that Lei Zhenzi swung turned into a thunder dragon that was thousands of miles long. The thunder dragon roared angrily as if it was a living creature. Possessing the speed of lightning, it wiped out the ghost army around the Eight Trigrams Array in just a blink of an eye. Then, it swept across the battlefield and killed the malicious ghosts that were struck by the Heavenly Thunder but were not destroyed!
A short while later, the Heavenly Thunder was finally extinguished, and the dark clouds dissipated.
The Thunder Division God of the Celestial Court led his troops back to the main army. Wen Zhong rode the Black Qilin and quickly returned to organize the army to prepare for the next Major Chiliocosm.
Due to the existence of Lei Zhenzi and the Thunder Division God, they were the nemesis of the endless ghost army. Therefore, they took the initiative to take over more Major Chiliocosm, and their overall progress was the same as the other two armies.
Lei Zhenzi seemed to have realized something. He flapped his Gale Thunder Wings and landed on a mountain peak, looking around.
Everything was silent, and the living beings were no longer alive.
However, he could still see a hint of green in some corners, as if it was a sign that this world was not dead.
The spiritual Qi of heaven and earth gradually returned to normal. Lei Zhenzi took out a stone and placed it on the ground. He then knelt down and started chanting something.
Not long after, a red sun flew up from the eastern sky like a golden crow spreading its wings. It quickly flew to the western sky corresponding to this moment and hung there.
The cultivators cheered, and Lei Zhenzi could not help but let out a smile.
The power of the Heavenly Dao seemed to be stronger than before.
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