UGB Chapter 678 When did the Intercepting Sect produce such a formidable figure?
Chapter 678 When did the Intercepting Sect produce such a formidable figure?
Yang Jian muttered to himself, but did not appear immediately.
The Three Realms are now a very complex place.
Although a Great Immortal is considered a master, he is not invincible.
What if there are two powerful figures in front of you sparring? If you rashly go up to them, wouldn't you just be asking for trouble?
He had just received a tremendous opportunity, and his strength had increased dramatically. He was riding high and didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble because of a moment of curiosity.
However, he was somewhat unwilling to take such a detour.
Yi Gao people are bold.
Feeling the surging power within his body and the intense desire emanating from the War God Axe in his hand, Yang Jian's courage grew considerably.
"It wouldn't hurt to go and take a look."
"As long as I'm careful and conceal my aura, with my current cultivation level, who could detect me unless a saint personally arrives?"
Having made up his mind, Yang Jian immediately activated his profound skill, suppressing his aura to the extreme. He also used his primordial spirit to firmly suppress the ferocious aura of the War God Axe.
Having done all this, he moved like an invisible breeze, silently making his way towards the source of the battle's fluctuations.
For him, a distance of thousands of miles was but a matter of a few breaths.
Soon, a devastated mountain range came into view.
In a valley ahead, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.
Laws clash, supernatural powers clash!
The violent aftershocks of energy leveled the mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles, leaving the ground riddled with massive, crisscrossing ravines—a truly shocking sight.
Yang Jian's gaze was immediately drawn to something in the center of the battle.
It was a small tree, about three feet tall, its entire body enveloped in a misty, ethereal light.
On the sapling, three fruits grew, each displaying a strange, chaotic color, as if containing a small world within it, exuding an extremely alluring Daoist charm.
"Innate spiritual root!"
Yang Jian's eyelids twitched suddenly.
Moreover, judging from its quality, it is at least a mid-grade, or even a high-grade, innate spiritual root!
No wonder!
No wonder it attracted two Great Immortals to fight here.
Even a Quasi-Saint would be envious and tempted by such a rare and precious treasure!
His gaze then turned to the two sides engaged in battle.
One of them was a male cultivator dressed in a black Taoist robe. His face was sinister, and when he made a move, black water surged forth. The power of the laws was cold and strange, carrying a domineering aura that could devour all things.
In reality, he was also a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and with a solid foundation, he was clearly not some nobody.
His opponent was a beautiful female fairy dressed in a light blue silk dress.
The female immortal held a celestial sword that exuded a chilling and murderous aura. The sword light was as fast as lightning, and the moves were fierce. Every time she swung her sword, it seemed as if she could cut through the void.
However, her cultivation level seemed to be slightly inferior to that of the black-robed male cultivator.
Under the relentless, persistent black water magic of her opponent, she was already struggling to keep up and had fallen into a disadvantageous position, only able to barely hold on.
"Bixiao! Leave immediately!"
Just then, the black-robed male cultivator let out a sharp shout, his voice chilling.
"This is something I've set my sights on. Although your Jie Sect is powerful, my Beiming Palace is not to be trifled with! If you continue this entanglement, don't blame me for being ruthless and destroying this beauty!"
Bixiao?
boom!
These two words, falling into Yang Jian's ears from the shadows, were like a bolt from the blue!
His mind went blank for a second.
Bixiao?!
Which Bixiao?
In the Three Realms, who else could have this name, be a disciple of the Jie Sect, and be a Great Luo Golden Immortal?
Bixiao Fairy, one of the Three Immortal Maidens under the command of the Tongtian Sect Master!
Yang Jian was completely dumbfounded.
His master, Niu Ben, was the first disciple of the Supreme Sage and the Xuanmen Protector personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, making him the nominal senior brother of the three religions.
Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu were both his master's junior brothers, that is, his uncles.
As the direct disciple of Master Tongtian, shouldn't I respectfully address this Fairy Bixiao as... Master Uncle?
Oh my God!
What kind of nonsense is this?!
He went out on a trip to split the mountain to rescue his mother, but on the way he unexpectedly ran into his own martial uncle, who was being chased and beaten.
For a moment, Yang Jian felt it was a bit surreal.
He had originally intended to watch the spectacle, thinking that once they were both severely injured, he could then see if he had a chance to profit from the chaos.
But now, how can we continue watching this spectacle?
If word got out, Yang Jian would be seen as someone who stood by and did nothing while his own martial uncle was being bullied.
Let alone his master Niu Ben, even Uncle Tongtian would probably chase him to the ends of the earth if he found out!
This is no longer a question of whether or not to cause trouble.
This is a matter of stance!
Yang Jian's expression instantly turned serious.
His aura, which he had suppressed to the extreme, began to slowly surge, and the War God Axe in his hand, which had been tightly suppressed, seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit and emitted a slight hum.
He's determined to wade into these muddy waters today!
On the battlefield, upon hearing the black-robed male cultivator's threat, Fairy Bixiao's pretty face turned fierce, and her eyes burned with even greater rage.
"The people from the Northern Underworld Palace, how imposing they are!"
She gave a cold laugh, her voice crisp yet carrying an unyielding arrogance.
"This innate spiritual root is an unclaimed object; whoever sees it has a share. By what right does it become yours?"
"Our Jie Sect has always upheld only one principle: 'reason'! If you can offer a reason today, this fairy will leave without another word!"
"Otherwise, you think you can make me, Bixiao, back down? Not a chance!"
Hearing this from the shadows, Yang Jian couldn't help but nod in agreement.
As expected of the immortal of the Jie Sect, he is indeed tough!
He and his master, who was so powerful, were cut from the same cloth.
However, he also confirmed one thing.
The Northern Underworld Palace.
It seems that this black-robed male cultivator is indeed a subordinate of the demon master Kunpeng.
This is a bit tricky.
The Demon Master Kunpeng is an old monster who survived from the ancient primordial era. He has the cultivation of a quasi-saint at the peak and his speed is unparalleled in the Three Realms.
During the great war between the Lich King and the Demon King, seeing the situation was dire, he absconded with the treasures of the Demon King's Heavenly Court. Later, he even joined the Western Sect and became the so-called Third Buddha of the Western Sect, holding a revered position.
Although his reputation isn't great, this old guy's strength is undeniable.
Although his master Niu Ben was not afraid, he himself could not afford to offend someone of that level.
Killing Kunpeng's subordinates is tantamount to directly offending Kunpeng.
This cause and effect is no small matter.
"reason?"
Upon hearing Bixiao's words, the black-robed male cultivator seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"In the primordial Three Realms, might makes right!"
"Bixiao, I only bothered to waste my breath on you because I respect you as a disciple of a sage. Since you're so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged!
He suddenly clasped his hands together, and the surging black water around him instantly condensed, transforming into a pitch-black ocean that enveloped the entire valley!
"The Northern Sea returns to nothingness, devouring the heavens and earth!"
With a roar, the black ocean surged with towering waves, carrying a terrifying power that could devour and refine everything, and pressed down fiercely towards Bixiao!
"Hmph! A mere trick!"
Seeing this, Bixiao's face was solemn, but she showed no fear whatsoever.
She knew that the other party was about to get serious!
"Since that's the case, then I'll show you the supreme divine power of my Jie Sect!"
With a sharp cry, she slapped the top of her head, and a golden light shot into the sky!
Within that golden light, a magical artifact appeared—a pair of golden scissors.
These scissors have an ancient design, shaped like two dragons with their heads and tails intertwined, gleaming with a cold light and exuding a murderous aura!
It is one of the most powerful and precious magical treasures of the Jie Sect, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Golden Dragon Scissors!
"go!"
Bixiao pointed with her jade finger.
The golden dragon scissors grew longer in the wind, instantly transforming into two golden dragons tens of thousands of feet long!
hold head high!
hold head high!
Two high-pitched dragon roars resounded through the sky!
The two golden dragons, their scales gleaming and their dragon might overwhelming, stirred up the wind and clouds, and plunged headlong into the black ocean with an unparalleled momentum!
Stab it!
A tearing sound that made your teeth ache was heard.
The two golden dragons, with their sharp claws waving and mouths opening and closing, actually tore a huge gash in the black ocean formed by the laws!
However, the black-robed male cultivator had anticipated this.
"The Golden Dragon Scissors? They truly live up to their name!"
He sneered, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"But do you think you can defeat me with just a magic weapon?"
"Kunpeng's Devouring Technique!"
He suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled forcefully!
Boom!
A gigantic black vortex suddenly formed in front of him!
From within that vortex came an extremely terrifying suction force, as if it wanted to devour everything in heaven and earth!
The two majestic golden dragons suddenly halted their forward momentum under this terrifying suction force!
Immediately afterwards, their enormous bodies began to be pulled towards the black vortex little by little, uncontrollably!
"not good!"
Bixiao's expression changed drastically.
She sensed that the connection between herself and the Golden Dragon Scissors was being forcibly severed by a strange force!
This is the innate divine power of the demon master Kunpeng!
This black-robed male cultivator has actually cultivated this supernatural ability to such an extent!
puff!
Drawn to his senses, Bixiao suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face turning deathly pale instantly.
The two golden dragons, having lost the support of their master's magic, let out a mournful cry, their light quickly dimmed, and finally, they transformed back into the Golden Dragon Scissors, which were swallowed whole by the black vortex!
"Hahaha! Bixiao, your death is near!"
Having succeeded in one move, the black-robed male cultivator laughed triumphantly.
He withdrew his supernatural powers, and the golden dragon scissors that had been swallowed were now in his hands, which he temporarily sealed away with his great magic.
He took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Bixiao, whose face was deathly pale. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he struck her head with a palm!
"Today, let me be the one to slay the disciple of the sage!"
This palm strike was vicious and ruthless, containing the power of the law that devours primordial spirits. If it landed squarely, even if Bixiao didn't die, his foundation would be completely destroyed!
Finished!
As Bixiao watched the approaching black hand, a hint of despair and resentment flashed in her eyes.
She never imagined that she would perish here today.
At this critical moment!
A flat, yet somewhat impatient voice suddenly rang out in the room.
"What kind of skill is it to bully women?"
The sound came without any warning.
It's like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
The black-robed male cultivator's hand, which was about to strike Bixiao, suddenly stopped. The sharp wind from his palm caused Bixiao's black hair to dance wildly.
He turned around abruptly, his cold gaze sweeping towards the direction from which the sound came, like a sharp sword.
"Who?!"
Bixiao was also taken aback. A glimmer of hope rekindled in her despairing eyes as she looked in the direction of the sound.
In the distance, in the void, space rippled like water.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and straight figure slowly emerged from the ripples.
The newcomer was dressed in a simple black outfit, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword. He had a handsome face and an extraordinary demeanor.
What is most striking is the vertical golden divine mark between his eyebrows, which seems to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.
He simply stood there, yet he seemed to merge with the entire world, giving people a sense of awe and reverence.
It was Yang Jian!
In the end, he still made his move.
"Who are you?"
The black-robed male cultivator frowned deeply, his eyes filled with vigilance, as he looked at Yang Jian who had suddenly appeared.
He was completely unaware that the person was approaching!
This ability to conceal one's presence is simply unheard of!
Moreover, he sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from this person!
This feeling was even stronger than when he faced Bixiao!
Another Great Immortal!
His heart sank instantly.
There seems to be a change in what's going to happen today.
Yang Jian ignored him and instead turned his gaze to Bixiao, who was standing to the side with a deathly pale face and a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
He looked Bixiao up and down, and after confirming that she had only suffered from excessive use of her magic power and was not in any danger to her life, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, we arrived not too late.
Immediately, a hint of apology appeared on his face, and he respectfully performed a standard Daoist junior's salute to Bixiao.
"Disciple Yang Jian greets Martial Uncle Bixiao."
boom!
This address of "Uncle-Master" completely stunned the other two people present.
The black-robed male cultivator's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Uncle-Master?
This guy who looks even more powerful than Bixiao is actually Bixiao's junior disciple?
Are you kidding me!
When did the Jie Sect produce such a formidable figure?
How come I've never heard of this before!
Bixiao herself looked bewildered and astonished.
She looked at the young man in front of her, who was almost too handsome and whose strength was unfathomable, and her mind was full of questions.
Yang Jian?
This name sounds so unfamiliar.
Uncle-Master?
When did I get such a capable junior apprentice?
Is he a disciple of the eldest disciple, Duobao?
Or is she a disciple of Senior Sister Jinling?
Wait a minute, I know all the disciples of my senior brothers and sisters, but I've never seen this one before!
Moreover, judging from his background, he seems to be human, but the powerful blood energy on his body feels... somewhat like that of the witch race.
What exactly is going on?
"You...you are a disciple of my Jie Sect?"
Bixiao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked uncertainly.
"This disciple is not a member of the Jie Sect."
Yang Jian shook his head, and then revealed his sect.
"My master is Niu Ben, a disciple of the Supreme Sage."
Niu Ben!
When these two words came out of Yang Jian's mouth.
The black-robed male cultivator's face turned deathly pale in an instant, completely devoid of color!
His body even began to tremble slightly, uncontrollably.
Niu Ben!
That senior disciple of the three religions!
That peerless hero who broke through the barriers of Heaven!
The young man before him was actually his disciple?!