The increase that could be obtained from burning one's blood and primordial spirit was already too limited.
Yang Jian threw everything aside and fought with his life on the line. Even if he had to perish together with this supreme expert, he wouldn't hesitate.
That way, at least he would have some dignity left. He wouldn't have to wait for Eternal Divine Nation to recover and crush the Primordial World.
Yang Jian didn't think that the Du Bi from his previous life could have left any tricks up his sleeve. If he hadn't cultivated the Eight Nine Arcane Art and reached the Great Returning Realm, he might not even have known that he was Du Bi.
He was just a soul reincarnated from Earth. He already had deep feelings for the Primordial World and just wanted to protect everything he had …
He was just an ordinary wandering ghost.
The world was full of hardships. He didn't have much time left to cultivate, but his opponents were getting stronger and stronger. His chance of survival seemed to be getting further and further away.
The moment he burned his Nascent Spirit, Yang Jian had already given up.
He couldn't hold on much longer …
Since the fall of the Primordial World, the pressure on his shoulders had made him unable to move. His heart was on the verge of twisting.
I'll fight to the death and then be free.
When he pounced towards the white clothed little monk, such a thought had arisen in the bottom of Yang Jian's heart, and then it was filled with reluctance and regret. But in the end, it was swallowed by his bellyful of rage, and all that remained was how he should fight desperately to the death against this supreme expert!
Superposition!
Sky Splitter!
Yang Jian turned into a ray of blood-red light and split open the incomparably large golden Buddha elephant. He tore apart the palms that came slapping at him, and as the white-robed monk let out a cold snort, he ruthlessly smashed into the white-robed monk!
Three Thousand Fiendgods Devour!
Sky-suppressing Ultimate Earth Seal!
Devouring heaven and earth, suppressing the past and present!
The three-pointed, double-edged spear couldn't even withstand the power that Yang Jian crazily poured into it. It was trembling and humming!
Rays of bloody light and golden light surged out from all over the Primordial World. The world that had been pierced through was now the channel through which the aftershocks of the battle could be vented.
The battle in the Center God Province had basically come to an end. Nezha, Leizhenzi, Sun Wukong, Zixia, Jinzha, Muzha … more than thirty people were about to rush to the netherworld to help.
But just as they gathered, a ten-thousand-mile-long mountain in the south of the Center God Province suddenly collapsed. Rocks flew all over the sky, and a giant beast with a wolf's face, a leopard's body, and a dozen long tails was thrown out of the rubble. Below it, a gray-green Kun Peng followed closely, continuously colliding with it!
"Kunpeng!"
"It's Kunpeng!"
"That beast … it's holding Goddess Nuwa!"
Just as Nezha and the others were about to rush forward to help, they suddenly felt two shocking auras surging out from the pit.
The golden light shone but kept shaking. The white-robed monk, who was sitting cross-legged on the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, flew up quickly. Although the Dao rhyme and aura were so strong that Nezha and the others had never experienced, he seemed to be running away in a hurry.
A streak of bloody light rushed over. Using the monk as Kunpeng, the monk, Kunpeng, Xiao Qi, and Monk..
There was nowhere to hide!
One spear smashed over, one spear stabbed forward, and one spear swept horizontally. The latter spear almost overlapped with the former spear. It was a move that was about to break through the limit of the Cosmic Time Wheel.
Behind them, the universe collapsed.
Countless tiny chains of Dao laws crumbled between them …
It was unknown which spear pierced through the barrier that the white-robed monk had put up with all his might. Then, the continuous attacks smashed into the white-robed monk's body, sending him flying far away.
The sanguine light stopped for a moment. One of its hands grabbed the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc that the white-robed monk was sitting on. It pulled it back and threw it back into the Netherworld.
It was also because of that delay that the white-robed monk appeared above the Nine Heavens. His white robe was stained with blood. With a livid expression, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it, damn it. Why did I meet a lunatic like you!?!"
Yang Jian could not delay any longer. He was burning his life now!
The Invincible Golden Body Technique, the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, the Ocean-Overturning Array, and the universe in his body had been pushed to the extreme!
However, the Eight-Nine Arcane Art suddenly emitted an extremely mysterious Dao rune. Yang Jian's vision blurred. In a flash, he saw a scene that made his heart tremble.
He saw the mystery of the breakthrough of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art!
That was because he saw Tai Su's final battle. He saw the battle between the Pan God and Xu Mo, who was at his peak, and the final ax …
"Take it. My Dao, my body, my god, my soul, and my spirit. Take it all."
"Perhaps I will never be able to step into the realm of a supreme expert in my life, but today, I will use everything I have to shatter your Great Dao and protect the spirits of the Grand Su Remnant!"
"Xu Mo!"
The giant whose body was burning with boundless sanguine light opened his eyes, while the figure opposite him turned around and fled.
"Slash!"
It was the Nine Styles of Splitting Heavens that Yang Jian was familiar with. The nine styles merged into one and infused everything into the ax. At that moment, the Pan God who had slashed out with the ax had nothing left.
Give it all …
Give it all …
He did not leave any way out for himself. He did not leave any fuel for nirvana.
Yang Jian suddenly raised his head. The vertical eye on his forehead surged with divine light, and his eyes were filled with golden and blood-colored light.
Dong!
A heartbeat seemed to sound in the world. A few phantoms suddenly appeared around Yang Jian. The phantoms quickly overlapped with Yang Jian.
The corners of the white-robed monk's mouth twitched slightly. However, he disappeared in a flash to avoid Yang Jian.
"If the Pan God can injure Xu Mo, I can kill you!"
He stomped the ground, causing the Primordial World to shake continuously. Mountains and rivers collapsed.
Yang Jian grabbed the space in front of him with his left hand. The void shattered, and the stars turned into powder. The thousands of worlds seemed to be in his palm. The entire Chaos Sea was about to be overturned by his palm.
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning seemed to recall something and shouted on the cloud, "Yang Jian, you can't!"
However, drops of blood had already seeped out of Yang Jian's body. The blood trembled slightly, as if it wanted to return to Yang Jian's body, but it could not find a way back.
Yang Jian spat out golden flames from his nostrils. He grabbed with his left hand and pulled back. A white figure fell from the sky.
"How can this be!?!" The white-robed monk's eyes were filled with shock. However, this shock turned into fear in the next moment!
That spear!
It was like the divine arrow that Hou Yi had shot at the Golden Crow. It seemed to have gathered the angry roars of the living beings who had died over countless years!
However, it also seemed like an ordinary spear strike, without the slightest bit of fanciness. With just a light stab, it pierced through the white-clothed little monk's chest, shattered a jade plate behind him, and broke a jade tree. In the end, it stopped in front of a simple and unadorned jade bowl …
Yang Jian's body was covered in blood. The light in his eyes retreated, and he looked like he was about to collapse.
However, he released his spear and clenched his iron fist. He smashed it at the white-robed monk who was about to say something …
It looked like a single punch, but when it landed, it was already thousands of punches …
"Die!"
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word. His fist slowly landed again …
The world was silent. Everyone watched this scene quietly. Many mighty figures' Dao hearts, which were already withered, trembled to the point that their eyes turned red.
A purple light flashed as a hand appeared out of thin air and placed on Yang Jian's shoulder.
"You're too desperate, kid."
A small tree appeared behind the purple-haired man. At the instant the tree appeared, the world seemed to be filled with life force, and it was filled with dense life force.
One of the tree's branches pressed down, and a crystalline drop of water landed on Yang Jian's head. His gradually weakening aura immediately stabilized and then slowly rose.
Sighing softly, the purple-haired man threw the person he had been holding onto to the ground next to the white-robed monk. He placed a finger on Yang Jian's forehead and closed his eyes. His lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something in a low voice.
Yang Jian was already in a semi-conscious state. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the man in front of him …
"Uncle-Master …"
"Where there's life, there's hope. I helped you temporarily suppress the Great Dao of your Eight-Nine Arcane Art. You can break through after you wake up. Remember what I told you. Today isn't the end. You still have unfinished business to do. "
Yang Jian answered in a daze and lay down on the ground.
The purple-haired man waved his hand gently, and Yang Jian's figure was sent to Nezha and the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal. Nezha hugged him.
"Master!"
Zi Xia cried out loud. She ran over and took out bullets from her sleeve. However, Yang Jian had already fainted and could not swallow them.
"Three-eyed …" Sun Wukong sighed softly. "I didn't expect you to be the stupidest in the end."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Say that again? " Zi Xia raised her head and glared at Sun Wukong. She gritted her teeth and cursed, "I've done everything I could to you. I've taught you mysterious techniques and helped you cultivate until now. I've saved you time and time again, but you've insulted me like this!"
"Alright, Zi Xia, take care of Eldest Senior Brother first. Quick, go and find the Saint!"
Nezha, Zi Xia, and the surrounding disciples of the Dao Sect hurriedly carried Yang Jian and rushed to the clouds. The Three Pure Ones had already come down to welcome them.
In the sky, the Kun Peng phantom that was fighting the Truth Listener divine beast hurriedly returned. Nuwa, who was on its back, was intact. However, the phantom was covered in wounds.
The Kun Peng phantom transformed into Yuding Zhenren and appeared beside Yang Jian with Nuwa. They hurriedly checked on Yang Jian's injuries.
Bang …
The Ruyi Jingu Bang landed on the ground. Sun Wukong looked up at the clouds and subconsciously took half a step back. He grabbed the Daoist priest standing at the side and asked softly, "Is what she said true? Is what she said true!?! "
The Daoist priest sighed softly.
"Alright." Great Immortal Zhenyuan, who was meditating and recuperating at the side, opened his eyes and said softly, "Brother, there's no point in hiding it from you now."
"In this world, the person who is most proficient in the Eight-Nine Arcane Art is Perfected Lord Erlang. He was the one who taught you all your abilities."
"However, Perfected Lord Erlang did not want you to stay in his shadow. After imparting you the immortal technique, he hid his identity from you and spurred you on from the side."
Sun Wukong clenched his fists.
Great Immortal Zhenyuan said,
"Before you were born, you were schemed against by the Buddhists. The Perfected Lord was afraid that the Buddhists would ruin your opportunity as a Tribulation Taker, so he competed with the Buddhists a few times. “
"When you were born, Perfected Lord Erlang appeared to protect you …"
"Enough!"
Sun Wukong shouted and the Ruyi Jingu Bang flew back into his hand.
Turning around abruptly, the monkey's eyes were blazing with anger. He stared at the two supreme experts lying on the ground and the purple-haired man who had suddenly appeared. He rushed forward quickly, and with the help of the Somersault Cloud, he pounced ferociously at the white-robed monk who was already half-dead.
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