Chapter 345: I will kill you with one thought

Dizang has used all his magical powers, but he is still unable to do anything to Yang Jian.

At this moment, under the threat of Yang Jian, he felt a little timid.

But the two saints of the West were watching him. If he showed any sign of cowardice, both the Western Church and the two saints would lose face.

As a last resort, he could only use the golden body of the angry Vajra, transforming into a three-headed and six-armed appearance, holding six Buddhist instruments, and engaging in close combat with Yang Jian.

Fortunately, Yang Jian did not carry out this battle. After breaking Dizang's magical power of the Eighteen Hells, he put away the Vajra Cutter and did not use it against Dizang.

Instead, he only used Fa Tian Xiang Di to wield the three-pointed, double-edged sword against the enemy.

Otherwise, with the power of the Vajra, Ksitigarbha would be killed in just a few strokes, and the battle would not be enjoyable.

Even so, after a hundred or so rounds.

The golden body of Ksitigarbha, which was condensed from his merits, was already covered with cracks, and gold flakes were constantly falling off. These were all the merits he had owed from the Heavenly Dao with his great aspirations.

But any loss made him extremely sad.

He knew that he was doomed to fail, but the two saints did not call for a stop, so he had no choice but to fight for his life.

The weapons collided, and Dizang took the opportunity to retreat, his eyes bloodshot, and said hatefully: "If Daoist Fellow Yang is still not satisfied, I will fight with you for three hundred rounds even if I have to give up this golden body!"

Although Dizang spoke to Yang Jian, his real purpose was to speak to the two Western saints behind him. The implication was that if he continued to fight with Yang Jian, the golden body of merit he had just condensed would be ruined.

But he did not wait for the two saints to pause the battle.

Silence is the answer.

Dizang could only use his golden body of merit to withstand Yang Jian's continuous attacks.

Except for those who were familiar with Yang Jian, the other immortals were even more terrified. No one knew where this guy got his supernatural powers from, and his style was very different from that of the Jiejiao. He was simply a natural fighting maniac.

You must know that none of the orthodox Xuanmen practitioners are specialized in the art of fighting.

Most of them are devoted to studying the great Dao and cultivating their moral character. As for the supernatural powers of fighting, they are just created at will through the comprehension of the great Dao.

The greatest warrior in the ancient times must be Nuwa.

This ferocious fighting method has some resemblance to Nuwa.

Looking at Yang Jian's style at this moment, he relied solely on his magical powers to defeat Dizang, leaving him with no way to go up to the sky or enter the earth.

The strange magic weapon on his wrist has not been used yet. With the power of breaking through the eighteen levels of hell just now, if it were used at this moment, Dizang would never be able to resist.

If Yang Jian were allowed to be in charge of the List of Gods, countless immortals and gods would feel chilled in their hearts, and would begin to cheer for Dizang, hoping that a miracle would happen.

They did not dare to express it openly. After all, Yang Jian represented the Heavenly Court and the Jiejiao Sect. The two forces combined were a behemoth that overwhelmed the ancient world.

If I am caught by my fellow Taoists at this time and the Heavenly Court finds out, I will be in trouble for a long time in the future.

Although these immortals and gods have some delusions in their hearts, they still understand the principles clearly.

Although they were somewhat reluctant in their hearts, they now saw that the overall situation was settled and it was only a matter of time before Yang Jian won. All they would say was that it was an inevitable trend for Heaven to be in charge of conferring gods, and that any ulterior motive of the Western religions would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

As for Yu Yuan, the first disciple of the third generation of Jiejiao.

All the immortals and gods thought that Jiejiao would let Yu Yuan admit defeat in order to give Yang Jian the opportunity to control the List of Gods.

With Yang Jian's last blow, the golden body of Dizang was completely shattered to the ground. Dizang vomited blood, his soul was shaken, and he fainted.

The dispute between Heaven and Western religion over the List of Gods has come to an end.

Yang Jian would not miss the opportunity to give Dizang a beating when he was down. In his eyes, Dizang was extremely dangerous. If he destroyed his golden body but did not remove the root of the problem, Dizang would definitely bear a grudge against him. It would be better to kill him now and be done with it.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian shook his wrist, and the diamond cutter flew out of his hand and smashed towards Dizang. If this hit was successful, Dizang would surely be shattered.

"buzz"

A ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared and protected Ksitigarbha.

However, in front of the diamond cutter, it was like nothing and was penetrated straight through.

"Huh~"

A cry of surprise was heard, and then a large hand shining with golden light appeared and grasped the diamond cutter directly in its hand.

The owner of the big hand was actually the Taoist Jie Yin.

He suddenly appeared at this moment, protecting Dizang behind him, and looked at the Vajra with surprise.

Anger flashed across his face: "How dare you! Yang Jian, do you admit your guilt?"

The anger of a saint changes the situation.

Yang Jian was the first to be hit. His blood and energy, which had been surging since the fight, could not be suppressed and he spurted out blood.

He couldn't even maintain his magical powers and turned back into his original form.

Yang Jian hurriedly released a white cloud from his sleeve, and used the weapon in his hand to stick on the cloud to support his body.

At this moment, he couldn't even use his magic power to condense white clouds, so he could only rely on the white cloud magic weapon bestowed by the Golden Spirit Mother.

Under the will of the saint, his mind seemed to be grasped by a pair of huge hands. As long as he exerted the slightest force, he would die.

Soon, Master Tongtian and Nuwa took action together to shield Yang Jian from the pressure from Jie Yin.

Emperor Haotian also wanted to take action, but his reaction was not as good as that of the saint and he was a step slower. After seeing Yang Jian being protected, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Jie Yin and asked, "What do you mean by this, Saint? What crime has Yang Jian committed?"

Jie Yin held the diamond cutter in his hand and showed it to Hao Tian. "We agreed not to borrow treasures before, but Yang Jian has such a powerful innate spiritual treasure. I don't know where he borrowed it from. It violated the rules we set after all. The Heaven Court should be judged as the loser in this game."

"fart!"

Before Haotian could speak, the sudden voice made his pupils tremble. He was curious about which hero was so bold. He looked carefully at the source of the voice and found that it was Yang Jian who said it. His face suddenly darkened: "Yang Jian, don't talk nonsense!"

The face of the Taoist Jie Yin was as black as the bottom of a Bagua furnace, but he was a saint after all. He had been in a high position for a long time and had cultivated his character and was accustomed to greed, anger, and ignorance. His good cultivation prevented him from directly exploding in front of so many immortals and gods and crushing Yang Jian into a ball of meat paste.

They were more afraid of Tongtian and Nuwa. At this time, Yang Jian was closely protected by the two saints. Even if Jie Yin wanted to take action, he could not find a chance and could only wait.

"The Emperor of Heaven is wise~"

Yang Jian bowed.

He looked at Jie Yin and took a deep breath.

The feeling of being out of control just now left a deep impression on him, and the remaining fear had not dissipated. The feeling that his life and death depended on the thoughts of others lingered in Yang Jian's mind and could not be easily erased.

He looked at the Taoist Jie Yin with a serious expression and said, "This thing is called the Diamond Cutter. I didn't borrow it from anywhere. It is my own magic weapon."

"Nonsense! If such a powerful magic weapon is in your hands, how could I have never heard of it? All the innate things in the prehistoric world have their owners. I know all of them."

The Taoist Jie Yin refuted.

Yang Jian suddenly had an idea and asked, "If the saint knew the owners of all the innate things in the prehistoric world, then he would definitely know who had this diamond cutter before. Who was it?"

The Taoist Jie Yin's eyes narrowed. "Are you questioning me? You, little boy, are ignoring the rules. I consider your failure in this battle as a retreat, considering your cultivation is not easy. If I really want to make a fuss, I can kill you in a moment."

(End of this chapter)