Although Yang Jian has mastered the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and possesses an indestructible body, his body still has its limits.
After Sun Wukong shattered Yang Jian's golden body with his golden cudgel, Yang Jian's head exploded like a watermelon with the final blow.
However, Yang Jian was also a ruthless person. Even though his head was blown apart, his body remained upright and did not fall down.
Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong first summoned back his three incarnations, then nodded, expressing his admiration for Yang Jian.
To prevent anyone from desecrating Yang Jian's body in the future, Sun Wukong casually summoned a mountain and pressed Yang Jian under it, thus burying him.
Now that Yang Jian, this big problem, has finally been solved, Sun Wukong can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He immediately summoned his somersault cloud, preparing to return to Mount Ling to report to his teacher, Amitabha Buddha.
With Yang Jian's demise, both Yunhua Fairy of Jiuhua Mountain and Yang Chan, who had returned to Bianliang City, felt a surge of emotion.
A bad feeling rose in my heart.
Ultimately, we are all family, connected by blood.
Both mother and daughter inexplicably burst into tears.
Both Fairy Yunhua and Yang Chan possessed cultivation and Taoist abilities, and with a little calculation, they understood the cause and effect.
Fairy Yunhua immediately burst into tears: "Erlang!"
Yang Chan collapsed to the ground and wept bitterly, crying, "Second Brother!"
Seeing this, the Taoist immortals standing nearby shook their heads and sighed.
Several immortals who were on good terms with Yang Chan stepped forward to comfort her, but this could not alleviate her grief.
At the same time, the Haotian couple, who had been living in seclusion deep within the Heavenly Court, also foresaw Yang Jian's demise.
Their faces showed shock, their eyes filled with disbelief.
After a short while, the two looked at each other and noticed a hint of sadness in each other's eyes.
But there was nothing they could do.
Even though they were once the rulers of the Heavenly Court, now facing imminent calamity, they had no choice but to hide deep within the Jade Pool to avoid being tainted by karma...
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the midst of chaos.
Faced with the combined attack of the saints, Hu Le smiled lightly, placed the Hongmeng Bell on his head, and was surrounded by primordial purple energy.
Rumble!
The attacks from the saints came from all directions, but they only caused the purple aura to drift around.
The Hongmeng Bell didn't even shake.
However, at that very moment, a devastating bolt of purple lightning also struck down.
With a loud bang.
Divine thunder exploded, resembling a wild dance of dragons and snakes, continuously bombarding the Primordial Bell.
The Hongmeng Bell finally began to shake.
At this time, the sages also separated from the state of being one with the treasure.
Seeing that the Hongmeng Bell seemed to be teetering on the brink of collapse, the sages thought they had found an opportunity and joined forces to attack Hu Le once again.
A cold smile crept across Hu Le's lips: "They really don't know what's good for them..."
He clasped his hands together, and the primordial purple energy surged forth like a tide, instantly forming a purple light wall that blocked the attacks of the saints.
The saints' expressions changed.
Just then, several more bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning struck down, but they were all easily blocked by the Primordial Bell.
Seeing this, Hu Le raised his hand and pointed, and a stream of Xuanhuang Qi flew out from his sleeve, quickly transforming into a huge Xuanhuang diagram, which unfolded in the air and enveloped the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder above.
At the same time, holding a purple bamboo staff, he took a step forward and moved like lightning to appear in front of the Sage Zhunti.
"Fellow Daoist, you had a great time fighting just now, didn't you?" Hu Le sneered.
With that, he suddenly swung his bamboo staff and swung it directly at the face of the Sage Zhunti.
Saint Zhunti's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, trying to block the attack.
However, when the bamboo staff collided with the Seven Treasures Tree, it produced a deafening roar.
boom!
The entire chaotic space trembled violently, and the surrounding chaos shattered instantly, turning into raging clumps of earth, fire, water, and wind.
The power of the Primordial Dao, which was wrapped in the bamboo staff, erupted, causing the Sage Zhunti to groan and be thrown backward involuntarily.
Hu Le took another step forward and suddenly appeared in front of the Sage of Guidance.
"You deserve to be hit too!"
As Hu Le spoke, he raised his bamboo staff and aimed it straight at the chest of the guiding saint.
The Sage who was guiding the way dared not be negligent. He coughed lightly, and a ray of golden light came out of his mouth. It transformed into a golden lotus in the wind and caught the staff.
With a little force, Hu Le shattered the golden lotus instantly, turning it into clusters of golden light that scattered away.
The bamboo staff was thrust forward, finally striking the heart of the guiding saint.
The Sage who guided the way turned pale, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward.
However, at that moment, Hongjun Daoist suddenly appeared behind Hu Le and attacked him with his bamboo staff.
Hu Le did not turn around, but simply swung his bamboo staff backhand to easily block the attack.
The two magical artifacts clashed, and Hu Le exerted a slight force, pushing Hongjun Daoist away to a distance.
Taking the opportunity, Hu Le turned around and confronted Hongjun Daoist from a distance.
Their eyes met, as if they could see into each other's deepest thoughts through each other's eyes.
The two men's auras clashed, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy.
"Hongjun! If you stay obediently in Zixiao Palace, you will be free from disaster and blame, and you will be able to enjoy peace and quiet. How carefree that would be!"
"Why did you have to come out and get involved in this great calamity?" Hu Le sighed.
Upon hearing this, Hongjun Daoist felt a surge of anger.
Back then, it was this very person who led the saints to suppress me for so many years, making me suffer in that dark and hopeless place.
Now that we've finally escaped with our lives, this person has to say these sarcastic things. It's truly intolerable!
"You brat! You've gone too far!"
Hongjun Daoist roared, a flash of anger in his eyes, and he gripped the bamboo staff tightly, as if he was about to strike at any moment.
Hu Le, however, was not afraid. Instead, he smiled and looked at the other party: "What? Hongjun, do you want to fight me to the death?"
Don't forget, you're no match for me now.
However, Hongjun Daoist's face had turned extremely gloomy. He knew, of course, that he was no match for Hu Le, but he simply could not bear such humiliation.
"Hmph! You brat, don't be so arrogant! Today, even if it costs me my old life, I will fight you to the death!" Hongjun Daoist said through gritted teeth.
After saying that, he grabbed his bamboo cane and lunged at Hu Le.
At the same time, Laozi and Nuwa exchanged a glance and then attacked Hu Le together.
Upon seeing this, Hu Le's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.
He flashed away, easily dodging the combined attack of Hongjun Daoist and the two saints. With a flick of his bamboo staff, he unleashed a purple light blade that slashed towards the three of them.
This light blade was forged from the power of the Primordial Dao, and in terms of power, it surpasses the chaotic sword energy emitted by the Pangu Banner...
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