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The two of them crossed each other and each let out a groan. One of their faces was even more green while the other looked even paler.

A cold light flashed through Yang Jian's eyes as his spear potential changed. It was no longer as gentle and gentle as before. Instead, it opened and closed with a strong and unparalleled momentum. This attack was extraordinarily unexpected, causing the one-armed man to retreat backwards in hesitation. He took the opportunity and could only dodge left and right during Yang Jian's continuous attacks. After a long while, he finally found a flaw, and saw Yang Jian's spear move open, he raised his staff and struck out.

With a light sound, the Purple Jade Staff went deep into his waist, but the one-armed man's expression changed drastically. His back turned cold, and Yang Dong's spear attack was knocked back with its handle.

An indescribable pain came out, and the Purple Jade Staff was barely able to move forward. Yang Jian sighed as he pulled back his spear. A one-armed man with a primordial spirit was unable to hold on any longer. An enormous suction force came from his body on the ground, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already leaning against the cliff. Fresh blood kept gushing out from the wound in his chest.

Yang Jian's primordial spirit stood silently in front of him, a clear sky that spanned thousands of miles. He silently watched these two great enemies of life and death.

"This time, I didn't lose in terms of techniques." The one-armed man looked down at the wound on his chest and said thoughtfully, "You used a strategy from the beginning. Originally, since your Primordial Spirit had been restored and you had lost the ability to fight for a long period of time, you were able to defend and perform well the moment you started.

Yang Jian sighed, "Yes."

The one-armed man smiled bitterly and said, "I have completed my first round of attacks, yet you have come to attack again. You have forced me to the point where I have no way to fight back. Just when I was in a hurry to get back at you, you didn't hesitate to bait me with your body … If I am not greedy for this staff, then that spear of yours would not have any reason to succeed. "

Yang Jian smiled. His body swayed, and he stretched out his hands to stop the three pointed and two edged spear on the ground, but he did not say a word.

The one-armed man sighed with mixed feelings, and muttered: "I still lost. The last time was with the spear, but this time it was with the army. It's a pity, it's a pity that an opponent like you can't become a friend … "

He struggled to lift the Purple Jade Staff, and slowly wrote a large "Breath" on the bottom left side of the staff, and then a "Flame" character on the front and front of the staff. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the staff in his hand into the abyss below the stone platform.

"This is your last chance, True Lord." With a smile on his face, the one-armed man's voice became lower and lower, yet there was a hint of joy in his voice, "The God Killing Array's secret art only works on these two words, it only works on the Five Elements of Heavenly Secrets. Unfortunately, I still have you to send me off on my final journey. But you, you are afraid that even this kind of release without any regrets will be difficult to obtain? "

His eyes were downcast and his smile was still on his face, but his breathing had completely stopped.

Countless wraiths wailed in pain. The long tunnel of the cave was shrouded in black fog. A cold wind blew from all directions, the ghostly sounds chirped, and occasionally emitted a yellow-green smoke that stung the nose. It was as if it was an Asura from hell.

Opening his God's Eye, he forced the black smog to retreat far away. However, the three pointed, two bladed spear in his hand shook slightly, as if it was choked with sobs.

Yang Jian's face was pale to the point that it was almost transparent. As he walked through the tunnel, he even felt a sense of indistinct uncertainty. The cold wind in his surroundings was stabbing, continuously consuming the remainder of his Zhen Qi.

That battle just now seemed to have won lightly, but the price paid was truly too great. A man like that had fallen into his hands, and there were no longer any traces of him in the Three Realms. As he thought of this, his mind became different. The ethereal feeling suddenly increased as his body became more unreal in the dim light.

The three pointed, two bladed spears began to tremble violently, as if they had already lost them once, and could not bear to face the second separation anymore.

Yang Jian sighed to himself. He pushed his mental state into the state of antediluvian and his figure became clear once again. The God Slaying Formation still had not been broken, even giving up on its own body was something that he could not afford to hope for.

"The solution lies in these two words, and in the five elements of the Heavenly Secrets." The one-armed man's last words rang out once more. At the end of the passageway, a strange and empty place appeared before his eyes.

The black screen of light revolved, cutting off all connections to the outside world in the heart of the cave. With Yang Jian's ability to see through the power of the netherworld's divine eyes, he was still unable to see through the details. In the open space ten zhang in front of the curtain of light, a colorful fog rose, and the red and green sparks were incessantly puffing out, covered by countless flickering red silk. The vengeful spirits gathered on top of it. The cold wind blew drearily, causing blood to pour out from the spirit body. The spirit body then turned into even more scarlet threads as it landed on the ground.

Dozens of black banners stood in the middle of the open space, echoing the light barrier. Black fog poured out of the banners like rain, accompanied by the vengeful aura of the vengeful spirits. The dense layers sprayed onto the light barrier, making the light barrier even more powerful.

Yang Jian's expression turned increasingly grim. With his eyesight, he was able to tell that not only was this formation powered by the Fuxi Water Mirror, there were also countless vengeful spirits protecting it. Seeing that the black banner in the empty space was on the left side of the black screen, he immediately thought of the Five Elements Desolation. He knew that the "Breath" character on the left side of the one-armed man book was there.

Only earth can rest, black belongs to water, water mirror also belongs to water. The Annihilation Grand Formation naturally flowed endlessly, endlessly growing like water, without end. The gentlest thing in the world is water. It is flawless and can be attacked, but the five elements are biochemical. The left fifth, which was protected by the black flag, was the place with the most soil in the entire cave.

The three pointed and two pointed spears emitted a sharp and strange light, forcefully maintaining a portion of the light in the darkness. Yang Jian spread out his spiritual sense along the formation, so that he could feel every change it made.

Life, death, Du, Jing, Xiu, Open, and Jing, all eight of them were there. However, because the great formation focused on the circulation of water, the eight great sects managed to reverse the situation. The Gate of Life was located right above the black light screen, the door of death tightly opened, there was no gap between them. When the door was opened, it revealed the number of people within. The air was gloomy and solemn, and all the vengeful spirits gathered together. All of them revealed the painstaking efforts of the person who set up the formation to guard against it.

His figure suddenly turned pale, almost dispersing. The three pointed and two pointed spear vibrated, the tip of the blade released a sharp sound of wind, and the sound of spinning could be heard. The golden light quickly poured into Yang Dong's eyes, and his primordial spirit, which was like smoke, condensed again.

Yang Jian placed the gun in his hand on the ground and focused on adjusting his breathing, forcefully stopping his dissipating spiritual sense. A familiar feeling assaulted him. He didn't need to turn around to see it, he already let out a bitter laugh.

"Treasure Lotus Lamp? You saved me again. "

Not far away, a thick black fog was forced apart. The precious lotus lamp floated in the air, spinning and emitting a sound, as if it was responding to his words.

Just a moment ago, the silent examination of the formation had almost exhausted his primordial spirit, but he already understood the operation of the Great Deity Killing Array well. The two words written by the one-armed man were indeed the key to breaking the formation — "Flame" was a word that belonged to the fire, while the Fire Origin was supposed to be water-based. However, this formation took the opposite direction: to obtain a fire, one needed to have a good opportunity to activate the Life Gate, and win by being able to counter it.

The Life Gate hung high up in the sky of the formation. It was a fire that could not withstand the force and was meant to be used against the enemy.

However, was this really foolproof? Yang Jian could not help but smile faintly as he looked at the Precious Lotus Lamp. The lamp seemed to have understood his intentions and flew into his left hand.

"You are also part of the Fire Clan, but the lantern light is just as casually released. It is not limited by the elemental attributes, and it just so happens to fly up to the Life Gate to reverse the formation, saving your master." Yang Jian said slowly.

The Precious Lotus Lamp lit up and turned dark again. Yang Jian was stunned for a moment before understanding. He said, "Are you worried that the lamp oil won't be enough?" The lights lit up again, as if to say yes. A strange smile appeared on Yang Jian's face as he whispered, "So it's like that." Lamp Oil... I can't find the little fox to bleed you to make oil. However, since you were able to sense my life's true essence when I was trying to rebuild my primordial spirit and met with danger earlier, how about I help you? "

As he tried to inject some of the life force true essence from the primordial spirit, the glow of the precious lotus lamp began to brighten. However, the lantern was slightly trembling, revealing its endless grief.

"Only the word 'rest' is left unanswered? Fire countered water; the water's potential had to be weakened in order to succeed. Only the earth could breathe. Only by restraining the killing intent of the door of death with earth energy could the precious lotus flower lamp have the hope of breaking through the formation. But in my current situation, where can I find a magic tool that can gather Earth Qi and restrain the door to death? "

As he muttered to himself, the hall was filled with the furious roars of vengeful spirits. The black curtain of light became even thicker and more sinister.

"Then …" Yang Jian seemed to have thought of something, and a self-deprecating look appeared on his face. Nuwa made man out of earth. After his death, dust would return to earth, and so would earth. Humans are made of dust, why should I look for any magical equipment? Is there any magic tool that is easier to connect with earth energy than an Immortal's body? "

With a thought, the black banner at the entrance was shattered and scattered. An identical Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the ground surrounded by red silk. The vengeful spirit converged downwards. A strange light flashed as the tri-pointed and two-bladed spear flew out of his hand. It weirdly stabbed into the back of his body, barely able to keep him from falling to the ground and at the same time forcing the grieving vengeful spirit far away.

Yang Jian smiled faintly and activated his technique. The Precious Lotus Lamp lit up all over his body and flew up to the ceiling of the cave. At the same time, his mind sunk as he floated forward, his primordial spirit returning to his body that was sitting on the black flag.

In order to form his primordial spirit as soon as possible, he had not left behind even the slightest bit of protective zhen Qi at the time. Now, it was a lot easier. However, it was also because of this reason that he thought that he could completely ignore the pain in his body. At this moment, it was difficult for him to do so.

Under the stimulation of the poison miasma, the red threads formed by the vengeful spirits suddenly seemed to have life, seeping through the skin and slowly extending through the veins in his body. Yang Jian could even feel them wantonly growing in the blood, and they seemed to have become self-sufficient as they penetrated inch by inch upwards.

Compared to the tearing pain of his legs, the old wounds on his body were as light as a feather. The red vein below his knee was completely filled with the red silk. Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at it, and saw that his blood was slowly bulging, and its color was bright red to the point that it looked demonic. Then, the thin red silk slowly seeped out of the countless tiny holes, fluttering gently in the cold wind. Every time the cold wind brushed past, the light dance of the scarlet silk brought with it the pain of gouging the muscles.

Yang Jian did his best to maintain the clarity of his spiritual sense. Taking a deep breath, he directed the earth energy into his dantian, and with the help of Shaoyang Shaoyin, he gathered it onto his palms. Weak yellow light gathered on the palms of his hands, and as the speed of the earth energy was increasing, it became more and more clear.

Using earth to counter water and the power of earth to suppress the killing intent of the Destructive Powers Water element.

As the yellow pillar was injected, an overwhelming pressure came crashing down on him. As his inner breath flowed, the endless earth energy, under the guidance of his spiritual sense, forcefully suppressed the killing intent of the Gate of Death. The vengeful spirits were wailing in all directions, their voices becoming more and more mournful. The three pointed and two pointed spears began to flash with a sharp light, forcing them to not dare to take a step forward.

The Precious Lotus Lamp was slowly rotating above him. As he controlled the Qi of the Earth, the dazzling lamp's body emitted a bright light. It fell from top to bottom and stiffly embedded itself into the black light screen above.

The black gas churned within the formation as it gathered the light of the precious lotus lamp. The precious lotus lamp dimmed, then turned bright again, but it was already flickering. If there was no more true essence continuing, it would have been destroyed on the spot.

Yang Jian slowly raised his head. His gaze looked through the ceiling of the cave and vaguely touched upon the memories of his childhood. His mother's nursery rhyme, those years he spent together, that woman who called him second brother gently, that youth who called him uncle in surprise by the water. What he had lost, they could finally have. Then, what was there to worry about?

He opened his divine eyes and his life's zhen yuan transformed into a silver light, shooting straight into the precious lotus lamp.

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