Chapter 334 Yuanshi Daoyin (two chapters in one)

"Stop being so arrogant!"

When Wen Zhong heard Yuan Futong's arrogant words, the Flying Golden Sword suddenly flashed and pierced through the demon god's image. However, this was only a minor injury to the huge body of the demon god and could be repaired in a breath.

The mighty demonic power seemed to be boiling as it rushed towards him, and Wen Zhong's heart sank further and further.

He turned around and saw his fellow disciples who had fought with him in the fierce battle on Jin'ao Island.

After several days of fighting, more than half of the Jiejiao immortals who had come to him had been killed or wounded. Fortunately, they snatched away their fellow sect's souls in time, saving them from death.

If they continue like this, all of them will probably die here.

"Grandmaster, my four brothers have stopped Yuan Futong, you go back to Jin'ao Island for help."

The four generals of the Mo family sent a message to Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong shook his head: "Yuan Futong is just a grasshopper in autumn. He won't be able to jump for long. I have already sent a message to my senior brother Yu Yuan. He is on his way. When he arrives, he will kill Yuan Futong."

"is it?"

Yuan Futong listened to what Wen Zhong had just said and said, "I heard that Yu Yuan is the number one disciple of the third generation of Jiejiao. I am so scared!"

He gave a look of fear.

Suddenly, his face suddenly became fierce, and he rushed towards Wen Zhong: "But you can't wait! If I eat you, I won't be afraid of even the Golden Immortal."

Yuan Futong rushed towards Wen Zhong regardless of anything. He did not dodge or evade the magic spells thrown at him by other Jiejiao immortals, and allowed his body to be smashed to pieces.

His only target is Wen Zhong.

After hearing the news from Wen Zhong that reinforcements were coming, Yuan Futong became anxious. He wanted to get rid of these people quickly, otherwise there would be unexpected changes that would be disadvantageous to him.

The Flying Golden Sword in Wen Zhong's hand is the biggest threat.

As long as Wen Zhong is dealt with, the rest of the Jiejiao immortals are nothing but chickens and dogs and will be vulnerable to a single blow.

The four generals of the Mo family stepped forward to stop him, but were easily pushed away by Yuan Futong.

The Jiejiao immortals wanted to rescue Wen Zhong, but they were too far away to reach him.

He could only use magic to bombard the demon's huge image, hoping to lure Yuan Futong to defend himself, thus giving Wen Zhong a chance to survive.

"Bang~"

The three heads on the demon's body exploded simultaneously under the combined attack of the Jiejiao immortals.

Before they could feel happy, they saw that the demon's body did not die just because its head disappeared, but was still moving without any hindrance.

At the same time, the flesh on the neck spread out dense flesh tentacles, entangled and condensed into the shape of a head.

Yuan Futong raised his six arms high, and a giant blade condensed from magic power appeared in his hands, chopping straight towards Wen Zhong.

He had already decided to fight to the death. Even if he was seriously injured by others, he would do his best to kill Wen Zhong first.

In Yuan Futong's eyes, Wen Zhong was the obstacle standing in his way of becoming the ruler of the Shang Dynasty.

As long as Wen Zhong was gone, the Shang Dynasty would be in his pocket.

The crisis is current.

Wen Zhong only had time to message the surrounding Jiejiao immortals and ask them to evacuate quickly.

He knew that without him to restrain Yuan Futong with the Flying Golden Sword, the remaining people would never be Yuan Futong's match and would be defeated one by one.

The next moment, the knife flashed.

A streak of light came from far away in an instant, blocking Wen Zhong in front of him and firmly resisting the chopping knife light.

"Brother Wen, leave Yuan Futong to me. You can go and rest aside."

The moment Wen Zhong recognized the person, he was instantly delighted, but then he looked worried: "Junior Brother Yang Jian, Yuan Futong's cultivation has reached the level of a celestial being. Don't try to be brave. Only together can we kill him~"

As he spoke, he discovered that Yang Jian's aura was no less powerful than Yuan Futong's, and was even stronger.

Wen Zhong said no more and tactfully went to the side to scout the enemy.

Yang Jian lifted the blade and said, "Yuan Futong, do you still remember me, your grandfather?"

Three heads re-condensed on the incarnation of the demon god, among which Yuan Futong's head looked at Yang Jian with a look of deep hatred.

He was furious and said, "Yang Jian, you dare to show yourself in front of me, you must pay me back for the humiliation I inflicted on you in the past!"

Yuan Futong clearly remembered the night he fled from Chaoge. He was chased by Yang Jian like a stray dog. Yang Jian played a trick on him and spared his life as if it were alms.

This memory is so unforgettable.

As soon as Yuan Futong thought about it, he felt the blood in his body rushing to his forehead.

He stomped his feet suddenly, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. He raised all six arms, took out his knife and chopped it hard.

The knife flashed across, like a crescent moon rising in the sky. The knife light pressed Yang Jian and slashed into the mountain below. The mountain was split directly in half, and smoke and dust rose up.

"Whoo~"

Yuan Futong puffed up his mouth and blew away the smoke and dust, and found that there was only a pile of rocks in front of him. Yang Jian was nowhere to be found, and there was only some white clouds floating in the air.

"Yang Jian is so arrogant, I'm afraid he will be turned into powder under this sword of mine."

Yuan Futong looked smug, with a fierce look in his eyes, ready to kill the Jiejiao immortal who was watching the fun on the side.

He had just taken a step when he suddenly felt a pain in his back. The pain quickly spread to his chest. He looked down and saw a sharp knife tip protruding from his chest.

The tip of the knife has a strange shape, with three tips and the middle tip is extremely long.

"How can it be!"

Yuan Futong recognized the three-pointed, double-edged sword, but it shouldn't be so huge, nor should it be able to penetrate his hard iron armor.

The body of the demon incarnation was so hard that Yang Jian was able to pierce it with one blow.

This iron armor was made by extracting the innate iron essence from the center of the earth, and it was also refined through the sacrifice of countless souls and blood.

When he was fighting with the immortals from the Jiejiao Sect before, the armor on his body was rarely damaged, and only the golden flying sword in Wen Zhong's hand could break it.

When the immortals from the Jiejiao sect intercepted him just now, they did not use magic to bombard his torso, but instead targeted his exposed head. This shows how hard the iron armor on his body is.

He also couldn't figure out how Yang Jian got behind him.

The other two heads of the Demon God incarnation turned around and looked at Yang Jian, who was as tall as him, with disbelief in their expressions: "What kind of weapon and magic power are you using!"

"you guess?"

Yang Jian asked back, but he did not give Yuan Futong a chance to answer. He urged his magic power and the three-pointed, double-edged sword vibrated, cutting through the armor and cutting the incarnation of the demon god in half.

Then the knife in his hand flashed repeatedly, and the demon's body and the iron armor on his body were shredded into blood foam mixed with iron powder.

Even so, the incarnation of the devil was still not dead. Groups of flesh and blood gathered in the air, and iron powder was stirred in it, trying to condense into armor again.

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. Naturally, he did not give Yuan Futong a chance to revive. He swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword repeatedly, using the ground as a chopping board, and chopped the coagulated flesh and blood into minced meat again and again.

He was stunned before because he found that when he chopped up the incarnation of the devil, some of the leaked essence was absorbed by the magic eye. Under the stimulation of the magic eye, the progress of Taiyin Refining Form cultivation progressed rapidly.

This was an unexpected surprise.

In addition, the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand was full of desire for the iron armor on the incarnation of the devil.

Yang Jian instantly thought that the iron armor on the demon god might be made of the same material as the three-pointed, double-edged sword.

After all, Fairy Caixia had refined the demon god in the first place, and the innate iron essence thrown to him was made into a three-pointed, double-edged sword by him.

Yang Jian immediately perked up.

Every time it was chopped into pieces, the flesh and blood that re-condensed into the demon incarnation would be nearly half the size.

After dozens of times, the aura of the devil's incarnation suddenly disappeared.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword also absorbed all the iron essence from the demon incarnation.

"This trip was really not in vain!"

Yang Jian was excited and stopped maintaining his magical power to control the world and turned into his original form.

As the Demon Eye continued to refine the essence absorbed from the demon's body.

The Taiyin body refining practice was completed under the impetus of the essence and spirit.

Yang Jian felt the transformation taking place in his body. His primordial spirit gradually changed and separated into three souls and seven spirits. The seven spirits were integrated into the flesh and blood, and the three souls escaped into the jade bones. At this point, his body and primordial spirit were completely integrated. The magic power throughout his body was surging, and when he mobilized it, his thoughts would move the magic, and it became more and more rounded and natural.

"Junior brother, you are so powerful! That Yuan Futong was so powerful, but he was easily defeated by you!"

Wen Zhong came over and looked at Yang Jian with amazement in his eyes.

"Brother, you are too kind. It's just that my magical power can deal with this official~"

Yang Jian was halfway through his words when his expression suddenly changed.

After the fusion of his soul and body, the flow of his magic power throughout his body should have been smooth and natural, and his connection with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth should have been extremely smooth, just like the feeling he had when he was controlling the lotus incarnation before.

However, he sensed a stagnation of mana on his back. All the mana flowing through his back was inexplicably reduced by half, as if it had disappeared for no reason. At the same time, the stagnation of mana was slowly spreading.

It won't be long before it spreads throughout his body.

"What's wrong, junior brother?"

Wen Zhong asked.

"Nothing, I just rushed here when I heard that my brother was in danger. There are some important matters in the ancient Shu land waiting for me to deal with. The main culprit here has been killed, so I will go back first."

Yang Jian looked calm and said goodbye calmly.

"Brother, take care. You saved more than just me. If it weren't for you, the lives of so many of us would be in jeopardy. And killing Yuan Futong has eliminated a major threat to our sect. From now on, the North Sea is our sect's territory. How can we hold a celebration banquet without you?"

Wen Zhong tried to persuade him to stay.

Yang Jian declined again and again, and Wen Zhong finally gave up.

Afterwards, Yang Jian hurriedly flew away to the north.

Wen Zhong frowned. The ancient Shu land should be south of the North Sea, but Yang Jian went straight north!
Plus, Yang Jian was in a hurry just now.

Wen Zhong felt strange: "Strange, strange! Is there something you are hiding?"

Yang Jian headed north, of course he was not going back to the ancient Shu land.

His body was undergoing strange changes and his death was approaching, but he had no idea how to deal with it.

After some investigation, he already knew that the sticky area on his back was where the innate iron essence resided.

Yang Jian knew in his heart that it must be the incarnation of the devil who had secretly possessed him during what had just happened, trying to occupy his body.

He had already tried to let the fire of karma burn all over his body in an attempt to remove the strange thing on his back.

It turned out that the innate iron essence seemed to have merged with him and was not affected by the karma fire at all.

Yang Jian used his water cloud body to transform into clouds, and the iron essence also changed with him.

No matter whether it was the Seventy-two Transformations, the Law of Heaven and Earth, or the Jiejiao technique "The Great Dao Sutra of Lingbao", they were all helpless against the innate iron essence spreading on his back.

"Little guy, I haven't seen you for many years. Your physical body really gave me a surprise!"

As the iron essence on Yang Jian's back spread, the consciousness within began to awaken.

Yang Jian keenly noticed a slight difference in his tone, and realized that the thoughts conveyed were lofty and not at all as crazy as Yuan Futong's.

"Ancient Demon God? Where is Yuan Futong?"

"Those three guys couldn't withstand your sword strikes and were annihilated long ago. They are really three losers. They gained my power but couldn't even defeat a group of small immortals. So they died. Actually, I have to thank those three guys. If it weren't for them, I would have missed your physical body."

"You have such an invincible body and magical powers. Release your mind and merge with me, and bathe in the glory of the ancient demon god."

The will of the ancient demon god is constantly tempting Yang Jian.

"Just you?"

Yang Jian sneered: "Do you know where I am going?"

"where?"

Yang Jian asked back: "Have you forgotten how you died in Chaoge City before?"

"Nuwa! You~"

The Ancient Demon God's Will suddenly gave a sinister laugh: "Do you think I'm a fool? The Six Saints have already gone to Zixiao Palace. No one in this world can save you."

Yang Jian's heart sank. He originally wanted to trick this demon god, but he didn't expect that the other party actually knew the whereabouts of the Six Saints.

Just when he was feeling desperate, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind and Tengyun's direction changed instantly.

"You want to go to heaven? Haotian is only at the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. In this world, except for the Six Saints, no one can solve my tricks."

Yang Jian said nothing and flew into the sky with all his strength.

At the same time, he continued to tear off the innate iron essence growing on his back to slow down its spread.

The iron filings were stained with flesh and blood, and every time a piece was torn off, the pain seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.

"It's useless, it's useless. This trick can only delay the time for you to merge with me. You can't escape it. Even if you commit suicide, you are just giving up your body for me."

The will of the ancient demon god became more and more rampant. He kept repeating his words in an attempt to wear down Yang Jian's will to resist.

Yang Jian ignored it and just kept tearing the flesh on his back. Soon, a pile of black and red flesh and iron filings appeared in front of him.

He originally wanted to throw these things that were tainted with the devil's aura far away, but he thought that if the devil's will in them were to infect any living being, they would inevitably be possessed by it and become puppets.

He then summoned out the three-pointed, two-edged sword, and let it absorb all the iron filings and flesh and blood condensed from the innate iron essence.

Yang Jian's actions successfully delayed the ancient demon's invasion of his body.

A few days later, the South Gate of Heaven appeared before their eyes.

"Who is coming!"

The giant spirit guarding the gate was about to stop him.

Yang Jian casually struck him and sent him flying without slowing down at all, and he entered the Nantianmen.

Without eating too much, a palace appeared before his eyes with the words "Tushita Palace" written on it.

At this time, the gate of Tushita Palace was closed.

Yang Jian was in an urgent situation and didn't care about etiquette. He just rushed into it and flew away.

On the road, I met a Taoist boy leading a green cow.

The green ox stood still, and the Taoist boy pulled the reins with all his might, but could hardly get it to move even a step.

The moment Yang Jian appeared.

Qingniu stared with his eyes wide open, fire in them.

"Where is Taishang Laojun?"

Yang Jian asked.

"I am refining the elixir in the alchemy room."

The Taoist boy responded subconsciously.

When he realized that a stranger had entered the Tushita Palace, he suddenly looked towards the gate, only to find a big hole on it, with air coming in from both sides.

Someone dared to trespass into the Tushita Palace!

The Taoist boy reacted quickly and was about to ring the alarm bell to announce that a thief had broken into the palace.

Suddenly, I felt the reins in my hands tighten and I was pulled out.

The green ox hurriedly chased after Yang Jian, with hot air spewing from its nostrils and evil fire in its eyes.

He always remembered that day. If it weren't for Yang Jian, how could he have fallen to the level of a mount!

He was a demon king, but he was led by a boy to herd cattle and graze. Did he need to let them go?
Yang Jian broke into the alchemy room and walked past the huge alchemy furnace, then saw Laojun sitting upright on a cushion, muttering to himself as if he was distracted, fanning himself intermittently with a fire fan in his hand.

"Old Master, save me!"

Taishang Laojun was immediately shocked: "Yang Jian, what are you doing? Why are you bothering me while I'm refining pills? If this furnace of pills is wasted, even if you are Haotian's nephew, I will still make pills for you!"

“This smell~”

Taishang Laojun sniffed, then his eyes lit up: "Innate Demon God?"

Yang Jian nodded, turned around and revealed his back. The clothes on his back had been torn to shreds before, and were covered in blood, with iron and flesh mixed together, looking extremely weird.

“It’s actually my old friend!”

Taishang Laojun looked excited.

"Huh~"

He sensed a strange smell, and he touched Yang Jian's back with his finger, which was stained with blood, and sniffed it with his nose.

"Good boy, I think it's normal for you to practice Nuwa's method and Tongtian's method. After all, you have close contacts with these two saints, but how did you learn Yuanshi Tianzun's secret method?"

"What secret technique?"

Yang Jian asked doubtfully.

"Taiyin body refining is one of the Yuanshi Daoyin. After that, there are Jade Liquid Body Refining, Gold Liquid Body Refining, Sun Body Refining, Inner Contemplation Body Refining and Vacuum Body Refining. What are refined are the five internal organs, nine palaces, twelve chambers, four limbs, five bodies, three burners and nine orifices. After the refining is completed, the flesh body becomes holy~"

Taishang Laojun realized something was wrong halfway through his words: "You are trying to trick me, right?"

　Hello everyone, there is a typhoon in Shenzhen, the wind is so strong that my computer is blown away. I have to take four days off to catch up with my computer, and I will come back to write after four days. (I can’t write because I don’t have a computer on the way)

　　Continue to update on Tuesday, thank you for your support.

　　
　
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