met free Chapter 23, Erlang, watch closely! This shot... is called, Heaven-Shaking!
Chapter 23, Erlang, watch closely! This shot... is called, Heaven-Shaking!
"Lei Zhenzi...Junior Brother..."
Yang Jian's incredulous voice echoed through the canyon.
He rushed towards the pool of blood, his face filled with horror.
The corpse was neatly cut open, with a smooth, mirror-like cross-section.
besides......
Following the corpse backward, a terrifying ravine stretched straight for a full hundred feet!
"My junior brother has the cultivation of a mid-stage True Immortal, possesses wings of wind and thunder, and even has a golden staff personally crafted by his master..."
"What is an ordinary true immortal—?"
Yang Jian suddenly turned around.
Gunshot marks, abysses, ravines, shattered rocks, broken ancient trees...
The battlefield is ravaged and devastated; you can find anything there!
But there was not a trace of the wind and thunder laws that had ravaged the land!
There was no charred blackness from the descending thunderclouds, nor any mark of the golden cudgel being swung.
even……
There wasn't even a decent counterattack, and there was no sign of a stalemate!
"One shot..."
"At least a Xuanxian level being!"
Yang Jian stared intently at the hundred-zhang-deep ravine that nearly pierced through the valley, his pupils suddenly contracting.
"But this Xiqi territory..."
"Where did this mystical immortal come from, daring to defy Uncle-Master Yun Zhongzi and make a move at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain?!"
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock surging within him.
He slowly turned around, looking at Lei Zhenzi who had been split in two, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
"This is a matter of great importance."
"First, collect my junior brother's body, then immediately report to Uncle-Master Yun Zhongzi for a decision."
however--
The moment his fingertips touched the corpse!
A thin, hair-like blue streak suddenly shot out!
A sense of foreboding rushed through Yang Jian's mind, and without a second thought, he retreated rapidly!
The blue mark almost grazed his cheek.
It left an extremely thin, jet-black crack in the air, striking the massive, heavy rock behind it.
"laugh--!"
The rock, harder than iron, was instantly sliced open as smoothly as a piece of tofu.
The cross-section is as smooth as a mirror.
It could even reflect Yang Jian's horrified face.
The thin, dark streak in the air emitted a chilling hissing sound as it slowly closed up.
"This artistic conception..."
Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted to needle size.
He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Memories buried deep in my heart suddenly flashed into my mind.
many years ago.
One hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals, clad in silver armor and wielding sharp blades, suddenly descended from the sky.
The entire Yang residence was completely surrounded.
Amidst a desperate inferno and shouts of battle.
The eldest brother, Yang Jiao, wielded a long spear made of ordinary iron, standing like an unshakeable war god, alone and stubbornly blocking the main gate of the Yang residence.
His long black robe was already stained dark red with the blood of immortals and gods.
Even though he knew he was no match for them, he still stood proudly in front of himself and his younger sister.
"Erlang, watch carefully."
In the pool of blood, the eldest brother slightly turned his blood-stained face to look at his younger self and his little sister.
then......
He turned his head resolutely, his spear pointing at the countless immortals and gods in the sky.
next second.
A dazzling, azure-gold spear beam, carrying an unyielding and resolute spirit that dared to change the face of heaven and earth, tore through the night sky and pointed straight to the heavens!
In the night wind, the words his elder brother hadn't finished speaking echoed in his ears along with the falling immortal soldiers and generals.
"This shot is called..."
……
"Heaven-shaking..."
Yang Jian suddenly snapped out of his reverie.
He stared at the cleaved rock face before him, his voice barely audible, his eyes bloodshot.
He subconsciously reached out, trembling, wanting to touch the remaining blue mark again, to confirm the absurd yet desperately desired guess in his heart.
however--
The green mark cut through the mountain rocks, exhausted its energy, and long since dissipated into the world, leaving not even a trace of its artistic conception behind.
Yang Jian stood there, hands raised, stunned, for a long time.
After a very, very long time...
"call--!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath.
I forcibly suppressed the emotions surging within me that threatened to burst my chest.
He turned abruptly and walked slowly and heavily toward the corpse.
Then...
Slowly squat down.
His gaze fell on the cut surface of the wound that had split Lei Zhenzi in two.
They wanted to find some more information about the Heaven-Shaking Spear to confirm their findings.
but--
The cut is as smooth as a mirror!
He had already noticed this when he looked at it from a distance.
But upon closer inspection, Yang Jian's pupils contracted again.
Clean!
It's so clean!
It was eerily clean!
The laws, the Dao, the origin—nothing was left behind!
Yang Jian stood frozen in place, stunned.
During that year's escape, my elder brother fought a bloody battle, charging into the ranks of the Heavenly Army.
Whenever celestial soldiers and generals fall to the spear of the eldest brother.
The laws and principles that immortals should have returned to the world will transform into pure energy and converge into the elder brother's body!
"Brother, your constitution..."
"It can actually devour the Daoist principles and laws of immortals?!"
As a child, he once asked that question.
The eldest brother casually pierced the throat of a celestial general, wiped the blood from his face, and chuckled at him, "Second Brother, this body of mine..."
"Born—"
"It's all for fighting against these countless gods and immortals!"
As he spoke, the older brother paused, then reached out and ruffled his hair.
"so--"
"With my older brother here."
"You and your little sister don't need to be afraid anymore."
......
A spear intent that shakes the heavens!
A physique that absorbs the Daoist principles of the laws!
Yang Jian stared intently at Lei Zhenzi's empty corpse before him.
Then, he suddenly stood up.
A complex light, difficult to suppress, flashed in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions within him.
With a wave of his sleeve, he quickly collected Lei Zhenzi's mangled body.
The next second—
"boom!"
The ground cracked.
His entire body transformed into a blinding silver light, soaring into the sky like a madman.
With an almost self-destructive speed, it ruthlessly tore through layers of clouds and rushed toward Xiqi!
He didn't know why his elder brother had been reincarnated in the Shang army, but he knew that the figure must not have gone far!
Baili.
Thousands of miles.
Ten thousand miles...
Night swallowed the sea of clouds, and the morning mist rose and then dissipated.
When the third morning mist rises—
At the edge of the field of vision, a blurry figure appeared and disappeared.
A hint of joy appeared on Yang Jian's tired and pale face.
The remaining magical power within his body suddenly ignited, transforming into a streak of silver light that tore through the dawn and charged madly toward that figure.
"It's him!"
"It's him!!!"
……
Shang Jun's camp
The dragon horse of the East Sea trod across the yellow earth in front of the camp, its four hooves treading on crimson flames.
Just then.
Gu Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly gently tightened the reins in his hand.
The Dragon Horse of the East Sea stopped in its tracks.
Gu Xuan sat upright on his horse and slowly turned his head.
A silver streak, carrying an extremely unstable fluctuation of magical power, hurtled straight toward him.
at the same time.
As if sensing something, a ball of crimson fire on the top of Xiqi City suddenly shot into the sky!
Gu Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly.
Then, he slowly raised his hand.
Bring your index and middle fingers together, forming a sword-like gesture, pointing towards the horizon.
His internal energy surged and flowed, revealing streaks of crimson-gold dragon patterns that spread from his arm to his fingertips.
A domineering and unparalleled azure-gold spear intent pierced through the skin and flesh of the fingertips, condensing and compressing at the tips of the two fingers!
then......
"laugh--!"
A burst of azure-gold light, carrying an earth-shattering, peerless sharpness, pierced through the morning light and headed straight for the silver stream of light!