Chapter 546 Outside the Boundary Pass

It's useless.

After Xiao Lan left, Yang Jian's smile gradually faded, and he sat on the chair and kept thinking.

What she said seemed to work, but it was useless.

Hundreds of immortals from the two sects confronted each other for more than a month, and the strength of both sides was equal, while the sect was slightly stronger. This situation is really difficult to solve.

Xiao Lan's strategy was to defeat the immortals of the Jiejiao, not to resolve the grievances between the two religions.

Let Yang Jian sum it up, in fact, it is four words - momentum wins.

Why did Jie Jiaoxian come here? Naturally, it was to fight against Chanjiao head-on, and also killed some Chanjiao immortals and sent them to the list of gods, and returned all the humiliation suffered before to Chanjiao.

Xiao Lan's strategy, if used in the war against the Three Thousand Great Worlds by the Heavenly Court, might really have a miraculous effect.

Unfortunately, her vision is still too narrow.

How could the four major disciples, Zhuxian Sword Formation, be able to scare off by putting on airs on their own side?

Yang Jian sank into the chair, closed his eyes and meditated quietly, but he still couldn't come up with a good plan.

Do you want to watch the three sage masters fight? Drag the three religions into the abyss where they have to fight to the death?

As long as the saints fight in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation is inevitable.

As for the long-eared Dingguang Immortal, Yang Jian had already sent him to the list of gods, and he couldn't play the role of stealing the Six Soul Banner of the Tongtian Sect Master at a critical moment, which might add some variables to the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Liuhun Banner——refined by the Master Tongtian, this banner is triangular in shape, with six tails, and one person's name can be written on each tail.

It is said that as long as the names of six people are written, the Lord Tongtian will pay homage to this banner and cast spells for seventy-nine days, and the famous people on it will be turned into ashes, even saints are no exception.

In the original Battle of the Conferred Gods, Chang-Eared Dingguangxian stole the Six Soul Banner and dedicated it to Chanjiao and Xixijiao, causing the Master of Tongtian to be defeated, the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation was also cracked, and Jiejiao Immortal died and injured countless...

This matter actually sounds a bit mysterious. The saint claims to be immortal, so how could he directly kill the four saints?

But the leader of the Tongtian sect is a saint, and the saint casts spells himself, and he is such an evil banner, maybe it can really hurt the saints...

If the leader of Tongtian really wins with the six soul banners, what will happen to this catastrophe of conferred gods?

Yang Jian couldn't help feeling a little worried.

The famous Six Soul Banner is said to be a holy artifact that can destroy saints. It is estimated that in addition to the names of "Lao Tzu, Yuanshi Tianzun, Jieyin, Zhunti", the names of Yang Jian and Wuwang Jifa will also be written on it...

A sage is not afraid of the Six Soul Banner, so what is he not afraid of?

At that time, don't be crushed to death by the master of Tongtian, then he will be at a great loss, and he has gone through so much hard work to have such a mysterious body...

Forget it, it's useless to think too much.

Let's pass this level first, and then worry about the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

Yang Jian is also a bachelor, so he simply doesn't think about such things.

The catastrophe has arrived at this time, where is there any chance of slowing down? Before Zhao Gongming entered the list of gods, Yang Jian stopped thinking about how to unite the three religions, because that was no longer the general trend.

As night fell, the army held lamps everywhere, and a jade talisman fell from a few stars, and Yang Jian took it in his hand.

It was a jade talisman sent by Uncle Huang Long, asking Yang Jian when he would send troops, and told Yang Jian the general situation outside the Jiepai Pass.

"It's better to try to reduce the damage to our own side, there is no other good way."

Yang Jian thought about it, erased the characters in the jade talisman, and sent it back to Taoist Huanglong.

He also only said a few simple words, instructing the many elders of the division to avoid war before the arrival of the army.

A sleepless night.

On the second day, the entire army of Zhou left the camp, and a mighty army of one million marched from Jinji Ridge towards Jiepai Pass.

Millions of troops march hundreds of miles every day, and the speed is neither fast nor slow; the Jiejiao Immortal will always pay attention to the movements of Zhou Jun and Yang Jian's location.

Knowing that the four major disciples are carrying the Zhuxian Sword Formation, there are only a handful of people among the cut off teaching. But Immortal Jiejiao was very eager to fight at this time, probably because he had been suppressed for too long before, and he was already angry.

On the fifth day, Zhou Jun's former army was still more than three hundred miles away from Jiepai Pass.

Black clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and the mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building.

There was a lot of turmoil at Jiepai Pass, the morale of hundreds of thousands of merchants quickly faded, rumors spread everywhere in the pass, Zhou Jun had not yet arrived, and it was already in chaos.

Outside the Jiepai Pass, two groups of immortals are still confronting each other. Most of the immortals are meditating with their legs crossed and their eyes closed. But as long as the two sides make any drastic moves, these immortals will explode in an instant, kicking off the prelude to the big battle.

These immortals were right above the only way for Zhou Jun to pass, and it was obviously impossible to avoid them.

On the teaching side, Guangchengzi, Taoist Huanglong, Daoist Taiyi, Fearful Sun, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, Qingxu Daodezhenjun, Daoxing Tianzun, seven Twelve Golden Immortals, Yun Zhongzi and more than ten disciples with profound magic power are in the front line.

On the other hand, Daoist Duobao, Our Lady of Jinling, Our Lady of Guiling, Our Lady of Wudang, and six accompanying immortals including Wuyun Immortal and Golden Hoop Immortal, fought against many masters on the side of explaining and teaching.

Both sides have formation guards, hundreds of immortals kept silent most of the time, they did not move when the wind blows and the clouds fall and the stars change.

Seeing that Yang Jian led the Zhou army getting closer and closer, the Holy Mother of Jinling couldn't bear the anger in her heart, and said to Taoist Duobao: "You stop the Immortal Jiejiao here, and I will kill that little thief Yang Jian!"

"Junior Sister!" Taoist Duobao turned his head to look at the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, and asked dumbfoundedly, "You beat him a few times, and when did you really kill him?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit stared at Taoist Duobao, and cursed through a voice: "This time there is a treasure bestowed by the teacher, I can kill him myself!"

"It was the teacher who gave us this trump card, so you couldn't leave easily," Daoist Duobao said earnestly and earnestly with a rare serious look on his face, "If you go away, all the immortals will be in trouble, and we can't make up the big formation and lose, who is to blame for this?"

"Then let's take action now!" The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit snorted, "I have been sitting here for so long, why wait for Yang Jian to lead the Zhou army to come! Just give them some power."

"No," Taoist Duobao shook his head again, "Master repeatedly asked them to attack us first, in the name of morality. Don't worry, sister, we will win today!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was speechless for a moment, Daoist Duobao brought out the Master Tongtian, and she didn't dare to refute anything.

Taoist Duobao is right...

The Holy Mother of Jinling took a look at the killing treasure warmed in the Nigong Wan, and the fighting spirit rose in her heart again.

"Why is Yang Jian dawdling, why did he come so slowly!"

"Don't worry, don't worry," Taoist Duobao chuckled, "It's better if he doesn't come, and we can enjoy ourselves at leisure."

The Holy Mother of Jinling frowned and looked at Daoist Duobao for a while, if it wasn't for the elder brother who was the first to get started, and even taught her how to practice, she was considered half a master, and she really wanted to doubt whether the elder brother broke into her own internal work for the sake of elucidation.

He doesn't care much about the life and death of the disciples in his sect, but instead repeatedly praises the three generations of disciples who explain the teaching...

What a deal.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit suppressed her anger and sat there quietly waiting.

At most, after three days, there will be a big battle between the two sides.

At the same time, Taoist Huanglong was also discussing the war with Daoist Taiyi in the teaching camp hundreds of miles away.

Huang Long supported his beard, and he spoke to Taiyi in a troubled voice: "The two senior brothers are dueling, you and I will take over Jinling, fearing that Liusun and Manjusri will take over, Qingxu and Daoxing will take over Guiling, how about this arrangement?"

"Pindao is fighting against Jinling alone, third senior brother, you should hold the line."

Master Taiyi replied slightly dissatisfied, how do you feel that the second-generation disciples of Chanjiao are not as good as the second-generation disciples of Jiejiao...

Earlier, a Zhao Gongming beat them into a mess; the Sanxiao Jiuqu Yellow River formation forced the sage to take action, and the twelve golden immortals stopped cooking after entering the formation, and only barely recovered at this time.

Now the situation is like this again, not only did the twelve golden immortals not make much progress, but except for Guang Chengzi, who was able to defeat Taoist Duobao, the others actually had to gather a pair to single-handedly teach a personal big disciple.

Anyway, Taiyi couldn't bear such a useless attitude.

"Don't try to be brave," Taoist Huanglong persuaded earnestly, "Let's talk about it. In terms of fighting skills, Jiejiao is better than us."

Master Taiyi glanced at him, and immediately lost interest in talking.

Huang Long sighed helplessly, and told Guang Chengzi about his arrangement, after Guang Chengzi thought about it, he nodded slightly.

Guang Chengzi said: "In this battle, the most important thing is to protect your own life. With Martial Nephew Yang Jian here, we only need to hold them back, and then Martial Nephew Yang Jian can defeat them one by one."

"Eldest brother, relying on a third-generation disciple...is it too much pressure for him?"

Taoist Huanglong said it euphemistically, but he actually felt a little ashamed and shy, and muttered: "We are elders, and we should set an example for elders."

Guang Chengzi smiled and said, "Third Junior Brother, do you have the confidence to win against Kong Xuan?"

"Of course I am not Kong Xuan's opponent."

"That's it," Guang Chengzi said with emotion, "Nephew Yang Jian's supernatural powers have surpassed most of his classmates here, even if it is me, I dare not say that I can gain the upper hand in front of him. He has cultivated combat techniques, and this battle is also an opportunity for him to improve his strength."

Taoist Huanglong wanted to say something, but Guangchengzi had already given orders to all the immortals.

"If you want to fight with the Jiejiao later, all the juniors and disciples should procrastinate, and wait for Nephew Yang Jian to defeat the Jiejiao immortals one by one."

Quite a few immortals frowned, but they didn't have any objections, and they all nodded their heads in praise.

Just like that, Yang Jian was still on his way to this place, and Guang Chengzi had confusedly put him on the burden of 'main attack' by Guang Chengzi.

Daoist Taiyi was a little upset, but it was the senior brother who said this, and now that the enemy is facing him, Guang Chengzi's majesty cannot be compromised, so he can only endure it secretly.

Taoist Huanglong whispered again: "Taiyi, what do you think Elder Brother is planning?"

Taiyi replied with a dark face: "Hmph, I guess I want Yang Jian to lure out his master. His master is here. Naturally, we don't have to be afraid of these local chickens and dogs on the opposite side."

"So it's like this..." Huanglong Taoist sighed faintly, "If they are chickens and dogs, I will be an earthworm in the quagmire."

After saying that, his spiritual sense swept to the west, and after more than three hundred miles, he saw Zhou Guo's army, which seemed to be boundless.

Yang Jian leisurely sat on the chariot, facing Xiao Lan, concentrating on figuring out...

Taoist Huanglong was really amused, and cursed in a low voice: "This kid is still playing chess!"

Daoist Taiyi also glanced at it and shook his head.

This way of chess is too inconspicuous...