Yang Jian split Mount Olympus in half and completed the regrets. He no longer had any inner demons and became a saint instantly.
Yang Jian becomes a saint!
The most shocked were the gods in heaven.
Yang Jian had always been obedient to orders and disobeyed instructions. Now that he has become a saint, he has become the number one person under the Three Pure Ones of Taoism and has surpassed his master and uncles.
From then on, Yang Jian could openly ignore the will of Heaven and be detached from the world.
West Heaven Gate.
Emperor Gou Chen looked towards Mount Olympus with an expression of amazement.
When the world was reorganized, the first saint appeared. This is probably why Yang Jian led his troops to attack Mount Olympus.
"He has become a saint. It has only been more than a thousand years since the Conferred God Tribulation. He has terrifying talent." Jiutian Leisheng Yingyuan Puhua Tianzun exclaimed in amazement.
The time it took for Yang Jian to become a saint was beyond imagination.
"Few can understand his suffering," said Emperor Gou Chen, "and even fewer can understand his desire for cultivation."
All the gods in heaven knew about Yang Jian's affairs. It was not a big secret.
"Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?" Nine Heavens Thunder Ying Yuan Pu Hua Tianzun said in a low voice.
"I don't know either." Emperor Gou Chen shook his head.
Xitianmen returned to silence.
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In the direction of Asgard, the gods felt the terrifying divine power shaking between heaven and earth, and were terrified.
They had seen the shocking scene on Mount Olympus.
Olympus, the mountain of gods, was cut off by Yang Jian's sword, shocking the gods.
They have even seen the fate of Asgard.
In this great world reorganization, their Western world suffered a complete defeat.
Odin looked towards Mount Olympus, his expression showing a rare panic.
Ragnarok.
This is the doom of Ragnarok. All the gods of the Western world are finished!
He has foreseen the fate of Asgard.
After Ragnarok, Asgard will cease to exist.
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Heaven, Tongming Palace.
The Jade Emperor looked towards Olympus with a complicated expression.
Yang Jian became a saint.
This was something that the gods had not expected, and it was also beyond his expectations.
He became a saint over a thousand years ago, and his talent is unprecedented.
Except for that pervert, the Human Emperor.
"Yunhua, was my decision back then wrong?"
The Jade Emperor looked in the direction of the Bull Star and sighed.
"But I am the Jade Emperor. The Heavenly Court has just been established, the rules are strict, and the gods have not yet been sealed. If I don't punish you, how can I govern the Three Realms and manage the gods?"
No one responded to the Jade Emperor's mumbling, only the Bull Star shone brighter than ever before.
…
"There really is an opportunity to become a saint."
In the Netherworld Sea of Blood, the Old Ancestor of the Styx felt the changes in the laws of heaven and earth, and roared madly, shaking the underworld.
He always had doubts about whether he could become a saint after conquering the Ten Hells.
Now that Yang Jian has split Mount Olympus and become a saint on the spot, it has been proven that the opportunity to become a saint exists.
He failed to capture the Ten Prisons.
"Heavenly Court, Emperor Dongyue, damn it."
The Styx roared madly. The opportunity to become a saint was right in front of him, but he failed to grasp it. Regret and anger were intertwined, and the account was attributed to the Heavenly Court.
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The capital of Daxia.
Lin Han stood at the door of the imperial study, looking towards the west, his gaze seemed to penetrate the void.
Yang Jian becomes a saint!
At the moment of the union of the two worlds, the first saint appeared. He split the power of the sacred mountain, crushed the inner demon, and achieved perfection on the great path, taking another step forward.
Lin Han thought of Yang Chan.
The last time I met Yang Chan in the imperial capital, I thought we would see each other again next time, so I didn’t use the red hydrangea to sign a marriage. As a result, I haven’t seen Yang Chan again until now.
Next time I see it, I’ll have to use red hydrangea.
Having one more saint brother-in-law is more beneficial than having one more saint opponent.
Ah autumn!
In Nuwa Heaven, Yang Chan, immersed in cultivation, suddenly sneezed. The next moment, a powerful force of merit descended from the void and fell into her body.
This is a kind of induction that comes from the blood.
She felt that her second brother seemed to have made a breakthrough.
Seeing Nuwa coming in, Yang Chan hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to practice.
"I know you are pretending!" Nuwa said.
After saying that, Yang Chan opened her eyes and stuck out her tongue mischievously.
"Erlang Shen split the sacred mountain and became a saint instantly." said Nuwa.
"Split the mountain?" Yang Chan's breath stagnated.
"Yes, Mount Olympus." Nuwa nodded slightly.
"Split the sacred mountain."
There was a look of heartache in Yang Chan's eyes. He knew the pressure and suffering of his second brother. When he split the Peach Mountain, he failed to rescue his mother from it, which became his lifelong regret.
Splitting the mountain became his obsession and inner demon.
Now, he has split Mount Olympus, overcome his inner demons, and taken another step forward.
"I will be in seclusion for a while. The war in the heavens is still going on, so it's not appropriate for you to visit him. You can go back and see him after the war is over. While I'm in seclusion, you can move around for a few days, but remember, you must not neglect your cultivation."
Nuwa saw Yang Chan's mood, turned around and left, and went into seclusion to repair the Liantian Ding.
"Thank you, Master." Yang Chan said hurriedly.
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The vision of becoming a saint disappeared, and Yang Jian's aura contained infinite holy power. He had the power to control the laws of heaven and earth, and his breath was more terrifying than thunder.
With a cold snort, the broken Mount Olympus collapsed, and a giant hand grabbed Zeus with lifeless eyes in its hand, looking down at him like an ant.
The moment Mount Olympus was split, Zeus' faith and backbone were severed, and now only despair remains.
“Die!”
Yang Jian clenched his giant palm and crushed Zeus. Thus fell the chief of the gods who ruled Mount Olympus.
In an instant, Mount Olympus let out a mournful cry and collapsed layer by layer.
Yang Jian's giant pupils looked down at the Olympian gods, and the oppressive feeling from the depths of his soul swept across the heavens.
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