The sky-high pillar of light rises from the Mountain of the Dead.
The holy light sweeps everywhere.
Sweep away all filth around you.
Light up the entire sky.
"what is that?"
"Is it Xiangrui?"
"God appears!"
…
The sudden miracle shocked everyone.
The monk looked curiously at the pillar of light rising into the sky, shocked by how powerful it was.
And the mortals knelt down to worship.
Pray, pray for blessings, ask for a child, etc., and express the best wishes in the world.
"Is that the direction of Dead Man's Mountain?"
The female cultivator looked at the grand scene in the sky and said to the people around her.
"Could it be Master and the others?" A person next to him asked the female cultivator.
"have no idea."
The female cultivator's face looked solemn: "Something must have happened in the Dead Man's Mountain. Kuang Xiu, please take them back to the sect."
"Yes, senior sister."
Kuang Xiu took the order: "What about you?"
"I'm worried that something happened over there at Dead Man's Mountain. I'm going to go take a look. Something must not happen to the seal at Dead Man's Mountain, otherwise the world will be in ruins."
The female nun’s face was solemn.
He didn't wait for his junior brothers around him to stop him.
He directly took out the flying sword, jumped up and lightly stepped on the sword body. In an instant, brilliance flowed, and he galloped towards the direction of the Dead Man's Mountain.
Flying with a sword can cover thousands of miles in a day, but it only takes less than half an hour to fly 500 miles.
…
The wind kept blowing on Yang Jian.
At this moment, with the release of Yang Jian's divine power, everything around him was almost wiped out.
But soon.
The scene in front of him made Yang Jian frown.
The originally broken clouds were restored at this moment, and the sun that had just emerged was blocked again.
Countless black auras of death rose up in the Mountain of the Dead, as if nothing had ever happened here before.
"this……"
Even Yang Jian himself was a little shocked by what happened in front of him.
My own cultivation level has reached half-step to the quasi-sage. Although it is just a casual divine power, it is still not something that should exist in this mortal world.
But it has no effect at all on the current Mountain of Death.
The surroundings were bustling again, and a moment of light could not stop the gloomy death energy here from gathering again.
Although Yang Jian's face remained solemn and calm, he was still a little surprised in his heart.
In five hundred years, such a strong aura of death has gathered here.
Let this mountain of death, which outsiders call it, has completely turned into a dead place.
The surroundings were bustling and people were whispering slowly.
"He doesn't seem to be human."
"They don't seem to be those from the Chongming Sect."
"He is an immortal!"
"Immortal?"
"Immortal? Immortal? Immortal?"
…
There was chaos among the whispers, and the evil spirit hidden in the heavy death aura seemed to remember something that was unbearable to look back on.
Yang Jian ignored it.
Although hundreds of thousands of dead souls are troublesome, even if they escape, it is not an irreversible matter.
What he really cares about is the remains of the evil god that Yang Jian personally hid.
The road ahead is still dark and foggy.
Yang Jian's steps were firm.
Nothing about him made him timid.
In his thousands of years of life, Yang Jian was used to strong winds and waves.
Although the Mountain of the Dead is terrifying, it may not be more terrifying than the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
The reason why Yang Jian was so shocked in the Black Wind Abyss back then was that compared to the bloody scene, the madness of the followers of the evil god was truly chilling.
However, at this moment, the more we move forward.
Yang Jian's brows continued to frown, getting deeper and deeper.
"Yang Jian!"
Suddenly, a voice appeared in his mind.
That was not the sound of the system, that sound was ethereal.
It seemed that it was just Yang Jian's auditory hallucination, and it also seemed that it really appeared in Yang Jian's mind.
At the same time, the majestic cultivation level in Yang Jian's body began to move at this moment. The Xuanhuang Qi was flowing at a high speed. Only a small amount of Xingtian's essence and blood had been refined in his heart. Under the constant impact of the Xuanhuang Qi, it was gradually Be refined.
"what happened?"
Yang Jian was puzzled.
"Yang Jian!"
That voice appeared in Yang Jian's mind again.
"Who are you?"
Yang Jian's voice was cold, as if he was talking to himself or asking other people.
But there was no one around, except for countless dead souls who were snooping around.
The voice did not answer Yang Jian.
But at this moment, the magic power in Yang Jian's body was surging, and his own realm was vaguely unstable.
"what happened?"
Yang Jian was puzzled and felt uneasy.
He is not afraid of anything in this mountain of death.
After all, even the evil god was chopped into eight pieces by Yang Jian with a three-pointed two-edged sword.
What's more, Yang Jian is no longer the same person as he used to be.
I am invincible under the quasi-sage and immortal. This is Yang Jian's reality.
One for one above the quasi-sage, this is Yang Jian's current goal.
The Xuanhuang Zhenqi continues to flow at a high speed and is constantly impacting the barrier to the fourth level.
The refining of Xingtian's essence and blood accelerated, and a large amount of essence and blood began to blend into Yang Jian's limbs and bones, strengthening his physical body.
"Yang Jian!"
Suddenly the voice appeared again, calling Yang Jian's name again.
The biting wind slapped Yang Jian on the face.
In the dark room ahead, someone seemed to suddenly walk out.
The man was tall, but very embarrassed. He was wearing dirty white neon clothes and had a miserable face, but that face...
At this moment, Yang Jian's eyes changed.
"Mother!"
Yang Jian looked shocked.
"Don't call me mother!"
The man shouted angrily.
"Mother!"
Yang Jian shouted again.
The mana in the body is churning and expanding more and more.
"Yang Jian, you are not worthy of being my son!"
The man yelled angrily: "Be your great justice, be your true Lord Erlang who you don't even recognize!"
"sorry."
Yang Jian's voice was low.
That person was none other than Yang Jian's mother, Yao Ji.
"You're sorry for our whole family!"
Another person walked out in front, but it was a man dressed as a scholar: "My parents once asked you to protect your sister. What do you do now?"
"sorry……"
Yang Jian said again.
But what’s the point of saying this now?
The visitor was none other than Yang Jian's father, Yang Tianyou.
parents……
Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him, feeling extremely heartbroken.
"Father, mother, I'm sorry!"
Yang Jian's face was cold.
"Second brother, you shouldn't do that to my little sister, you shouldn't!"
A male voice came, but it was a young man, with a tall build and short clothes.
It's Yang Jiao, Yang Jian's eldest brother.
"Yang Jian, give me back my child and my husband's life!"
That was Yang Chan's voice.
Yang Jian looked at the four people who appeared in front of him.
Each one of them is a family member whom he holds dear to his heart.
"Your father and I are in love, what's wrong? How can heaven kill our whole family?"
"Yang Jian, you have failed to live up to your father's expectations."
"Suppress your own sister, second brother, why do you do this to my little sister!"
"Why did you kill my husband and take away my child?"
…
The magic power in Yang Jian's body is rolling, and his cultivation is full of majesty.
…
Within the Heavenly Palace Yaochi.
The Jade Emperor, who was taking a nap, suddenly opened his eyes and felt something in his heart.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
The Queen Mother on the side was shocked by the Jade Emperor.
The Jade Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully: "I am afraid that in the near future, my heaven will have to add another quasi-sage."
…
Kunlun Mountains……
Master Yuding was practicing Zen and enlightening himself, but he was bored all the time.
But suddenly I felt something...
"Disciple!"
Master Yuding jumped directly from the futon.
"Disciple, disciple, you inner demon..."
…
Mountain of the Dead...
Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the ground.
"sorry!"
Compared with the sadness before, the voice was full of determination at this moment.
The shock, surprise, and even shame of meeting his parents, siblings, had long since disappeared.
Relief replaced it.
"I'm sorry, mother, I think you did something wrong back then."
"I'm sorry, father, I failed to live up to your expectations."
"I'm sorry, brother, I failed to protect my little sister."
"I'm sorry, little sister, I will suppress you under Mount Hua, kill your husband, and separate your flesh and blood."
Yang Jian slowly spoke: "I'm sorry, but Yang Jian has a clear conscience and has done nothing wrong!"
