In Guanzhou City, countless people were looking eagerly at the scene in the sky, with fear in their eyes.
They, who have lived here for generations, don't know what the dark clouds represent, but they understand that the countless light pillars rising into the sky belong to Guanzhou City.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see the serious gap in strength between the two sides. It seems that these beams of light will dissipate in countless black clouds like an epiphyllum in an instant.
The children cried, the dogs in the city began to bark at the sky, and the adults clenched their fists, waiting for the end, or the arrival of sunny days.
Three thousand grass-headed gods gradually gathered in mid-air behind the seven figures with the brightest light in the center, turning into a dazzling ball of light.
They flew into the dark clouds in silence.
At this moment, a crack opened in the dark clouds, and the light disappeared behind the dark clouds, never to be seen again.
Among the clouds, 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals surrounded 3,007 people in the center. Up, down, left, and right, the surroundings were airtight, like a pocket, trapping them in the center.
However, neither the three thousand grass-headed gods nor the Seven Saints of Meishan showed any fear on their faces. Yang Jian took a step forward, and a golden ripple appeared out of thin air under his feet.
boom!
"Which marshal is here in person, show up!" he said.
Rumble, rumble...
The thunderous war drums resounded across the sky like thunder, instantly wiping out the momentum that Yang Jian had accumulated when he took a step forward.
"Farewell to Miluo Palace. I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you, Erlang Xiansheng, the True Lord?"
Li Jing, wearing a golden armor, a red cloak, and holding a golden pagoda, slowly walked out of the formation and came to Yang Jian.
Next to him, Nezha, a young general in red clothes, wearing a Hun Tian Ling, holding a fire-pointed spear in his hand, and stepping on a hot wheel, saluted Yang Jian with a serious look on his face.
"As expected, it's you two. This Emperor Ziwei is so scheming." Yang Jian was not surprised to see these two people appearing in front of him, but he still narrowed his eyes. He probably didn't expect that the other party would be so shameless.
"I always thought that there were only 1,200 grass-headed gods in Guanjiangkou, but I never thought that the number had actually reached 3,000." Li Jing sighed.
"If you hadn't just ignored those trivial matters and just wanted to be your idle king, you wouldn't be like this now." Yang Jian said.
Nezha felt something in his heart, looked at his father's back and sighed secretly.
In fact, it's not that Li Jing didn't know that he should support a private army like Yang Jian. Second, as a staunch defender of the order of heaven, he simply refused to do such a thing.
Besides Yang Jian, who else dares not to live in heaven for many years, but prefers to be a rich man in the human world?
Coupled with Yang Jian's original identity, in the entire Three Realms, only Yang Jian has the conditions to do such a thing.
The two parties have been in contact for thousands of years, and they already know each other well, so there is no need to deliberately warm up. Li Jing did not answer Yang Jian's words, but said, "I am here to persuade you to come back with me."
Yang Jian chuckled, looked at the army of heavenly soldiers everywhere, and said sarcastically: "Use a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers to persuade?"
"Come back with me, and I will help you plead with Heaven to ensure your and their safety." Li Jing said.
"You protect me? Then who will protect you?" Yang Jian asked.
A trace of loneliness flashed across Li Jing's face.
Yes, who will save his life? It was obvious that this time Heaven regarded him as the knife, but he had to accept it.
"I always have to consider the people in my Yunlou Palace." Li Jing expressed his concerns.
"I also have to think about the people of Guanjiangkou and all the people in the world." Yang Jian said.
"In this case, it's useless to say more." Li Jing said.
"Please." Yang Jian stretched out his hand.
Li Jing lifted up his cloak, turned around and left.
Nezha nodded towards Yang Jian, his eyes filled with determination.
Yang Jian turned around and left, returned to the Six Friends of Meishan, and said, "Line up to meet the enemy."
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
Fortunately, there was a tacit understanding between Li Jing and Yang Jian. No one would really choose to place the battlefield in Guanzhou City, otherwise it would be a terrible scene of devastation.
Ignorance is often the happiest.
At the same time, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. No matter how they win or lose, those mortals should not and cannot know the scene of their battle.
The drums beat harder and harder, gradually becoming one.
At a certain moment, the sound of war drums stopped in an instant, and the entire sky returned to deathly silence.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Three shouts of killing came from the mouths of hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers, one wave higher than the other, almost overturning the entire sky!
In Guanzhou City, countless people looked up at the sky with rolling dark clouds, and the fear in their eyes became more and more intense.
On Yang Jian's side, the three thousand grass-headed gods were silent, and the six friends of Meishan were ready to attack.
The three-pointed two-edged sword in Erlang Shen's hand was raised diagonally upwards, and a golden light that penetrated the heaven and earth came out from the blade, like a golden light that penetrated into the formation of heavenly soldiers.
Even the tiniest dust wherever the light passed through was evaporated by the huge immortal power.
Between the dark clouds, a gap as thick as a bucket actually appeared.
No heavenly weapon can block the power of this sword, or even hinder its progress!
It revealed the clear blue sky that was unknown for many miles away.
All the heavenly soldiers blocking the road were evaporated into powder without exception.
"Walk."
As the sword light flashed by, Yang Jian said softly.
"Ouch!" The Roaring Dog looked up to the sky and roared.
Three thousand and seven rays of light scattered in all directions, heading straight for the heavenly soldiers in all directions!
Unexpectedly, facing an enemy dozens of times their size, these people did not choose to gather for defense, but dared to disperse and charge!
Li Jing and Nezha are not vegetarians, and neither are the 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers.
Therefore, when the three thousand grass-headed gods began to charge under the leadership of the six friends of Meishan, the formation of one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers also changed in response and gathered in the direction of the three thousand people's charge.
"Father, something is wrong!" Nezha said in a deep voice as he looked at the battle formations of heavenly soldiers that were changing instantly in the sky.
"It seems that Heaven is really worried about us." Li Jing sighed, "But the matter has reached this point and we have no other choice."
Nezha nodded, and Huntian Ling fluttered in the wind.
After a while, a head sprouted from each side of his head, and six arms stretched out from his body.
Eight-armed Nezha!
He picked up the flame spear and rushed out at extremely fast speeds!
In the direction of the heavenly soldiers behind you!
Li Jing looked at Yang Jian in the distance and nodded.
Immediately afterwards, the pagoda in his hand shone brightly!
Almost completely dispelling the dark clouds around me!
No one knew that Li Jing's first rebellion against Heaven would happen at such a critical moment, catching everyone off guard!
Originally, the father and son discussed how they could persuade Yang Jian to return to heaven this time, and then figure out what to do next, but they didn't expect that Yang Jian was so determined.
And they would never take action against this fellow disciple, so there was only the last possibility left.
At the moment Li Jing and Nezha took action, they only hoped that Lei Zhenzi could take action to protect Yunlou Palace Zhouquan, or hope that Heaven would see Li Jing's loyalty over the years and be lenient to them.
Speaking of which, the people in Yunlou Palace did not actually belong to the Immortal Masters of Heavenly Court, and they did not even have divine books. Even if Li Jing and Nezha retreated again and again, how could they guarantee that they could be in the current situation? Spend the rest of your life in heaven?
Just do the opposite!
However, surprisingly, those heavenly soldiers seemed to have anticipated Li Jing's actions and made the most appropriate response in an instant!
Although their individual strength is not as good as that of Li Jing and his son, their advantage is that they have more people.
Where there are many people, there is a battle formation, and the battle formation formed by these heavenly soldiers actually withstood Nezha's first attack in an instant!
Li Jing and Nezha didn't know that the 100,000 heavenly soldiers they led were not ordinary heavenly soldiers, let alone the patrolling heavenly soldiers of the Ministry of Finance who were responsible for the security of the heavenly palace, but the most elite soldiers of Ziwei Palace!
The surprise on Nezha's face just flashed away. The Huntian Ling in his hand rose in the wind, and a majestic shaking force reverberated across the entire sky.
The originally thick battle formation was in danger of collapsing after the red ripples came!
All the heavenly soldiers who formed the battle formation looked horrified. The battle formation they formed at this time could effectively condense everyone's immortal power into one place. No matter which point in the battle formation was attacked, they could The immortal power is condensed at that point. According to their estimation during previous training, if they want to break through this battle formation, its power will even exceed Sanqing's full blow!
However, the seemingly ordinary Huntian Ling in Nezha's hand would create a red ripple every time it circled in the air. If you look carefully, there seemed to be several ripples superimposed on top of each other, like surging waves. It was higher than a wave, gradually superimposed, and the momentum was extremely huge, and all the power was borne by almost all the heavenly soldiers in the battle formation. Every heavenly soldier standing in it felt extremely huge pressure.
If Hun Tian Ling's power could be condensed into a single point, it would probably be several times more powerful than San Qing's full blow. However, Hun Tian Ling is Hun Tian Ling, and its characteristic is that it repeats itself in cycles, endlessly, until finally, it gradually becomes Tremendous momentum.
This is not determined by the amount of Nezha's immortal power, but by the characteristics of Hun Tian Ling's magic weapon. However, there is no doubt that under Nezha's control, Hun Tian Ling's power can be accumulated to an extremely terrifying level. To this extent, it is undoubtedly the most powerful type of weapon that can deal damage to many enemies.
At this time, Nezha was by no means as relaxed as he seemed. In fact, he also suffered a huge backlash at this time. It was just because his body became a saint that Hun Tianling's The power can't have much impact on his body yet, but once it goes on for a long time, I'm afraid it will be unbearable for him.
The two sides are competing to see who collapses first.
