Chapter 353: Immortal Killing Flying Knife
When the power was taken away, the tiger demon seemed to have experienced a torture and no longer had the strength to get up.

"Cultivation~"

Yang Jian had an idea, and used the List of Gods to try to extract the tiger monster's cultivation level.

The tiger demon kept screaming and its body shrank suddenly.

When the tiger's cultivation level fell below the immortal realm, Yang Jian stopped his actions. If he continued to hit the tiger, the tiger demon would surely die.

Yang Jian flicked his finger, and the tiger demon was thrown into the clouds like a toy that had been played with tired of.

Afterwards, he controlled the evil eye that was parasitic in the List of Conferred Gods to devour the tiger demon's cultivation. At the same time, he found that his own cultivation had made a slight and undetectable improvement.

After this discovery, Yang Jian pondered on how to use the List of Gods to complete this great catastrophe.

The power of the Investiture of the Gods is infinite. If he could bring all the immortals in the ancient times under the control of the Investiture of the Gods, then as long as he thought about it, the cultivation base of these immortals could be redistributed by the Investiture of the Gods.

He could even take all their cultivation as his own, and then~~
A guess emerged in Yang Jian's mind. This List of the Gods had passed through Zixiao Palace. Even Hongjun would not have thought that he could use the List of the Gods to strengthen himself.

After all, the planning for the List of Gods was something Fairy Caixia had started preparing for during the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation.

Yang Jian gathered his thoughts and waited for the mountain god he had sent out earlier to report back the result. He still had to resolve the current urgent issue before he could plan for the next step.

Soon, many mountain gods reported the strange people in their jurisdiction.

The large number of them made Yang Jian feel a little overwhelmed for a moment.

He couldn't possibly look for them one by one. Not to mention fourteen days, even a month wouldn't be enough.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and came up with an idea.

He flew down from the clouds, landed on the ground, and casually transformed a big tree into a peach tree using his seventy-two transformations.

But there are no peaches on it.

Yang Jian had his own way. He took out peaches from his sleeve and hung them on the tree, as if the fake peach tree was really growing peaches.

"Go tell those guys that there is a peach growing in the mountains. If you eat it, you can become an immortal and extend your life by 3,000 years."

After the news got out.

Then, the spiritual beings practicing in the mountains flew over impatiently.

In the end, they were all frightened by Yang Jian and could not move forward or backward.

As more and more creatures came, Yang Jian frowned. The highest level of cultivation among these creatures was immortal, and they were obviously not the people that the Queen Mother of the West mentioned.

Yang Jian thought that the Taoist from the South Pole should often travel to East Kunlun, and perhaps he knew which powerful person was hiding in this place, so he prepared to get information from him.

Pick up the purple, gold and red gourd and uncork it.

"Uncle Nanji, besides the Queen Mother of the West, are there any other powerful people in West Kunlun? If you can tell me, I will be very grateful and it will also save you from suffering."

The gourd suddenly shook.

The Taoist of the Southern Pole roared in anger: "Even if the Heavenly Emperor Haotian saw me, he would not dare to act like a Heavenly Emperor. Your master, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, would not dare to be arrogant in front of me. Let me go immediately. Otherwise, even if you are a disciple of the Jiejiao, I will make you suffer like this."

As a senior disciple of the Chan sect, he would only be treated with courtesy wherever he went. He had never suffered such humiliation.

At this point, he was already furious, and countless years of self-cultivation could not withstand the humiliation at this moment.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

Well, this guy dares to threaten him.

Previously, he was concerned about Jidao's identity and did not start refining the purple gold red gourd, but simply trapped it in the gourd.

He wondered whether he should let the purple gold red gourd show it some power.

"Brother Hulu, let this guy see how powerful you are. Don't kill him."

Yang Jian's words had just fallen.

The gourd in his hand began to vibrate violently, just like the washing machine he had seen in his previous life, vigorously shaking out clothes.

Yang Jian casually tied the gourd around his waist and waited for his cheap uncle to submit.

Soon a mountain god came to report to Yang Jian about an unusual incident: "A strange Taoist was found in Kunlong Gorge. He set up a high platform and seemed to be performing a ritual. All the mountain gods who approached were killed by him." Yang Jian realized that this guy might be the person he was looking for.

He immediately put away the peaches that were about to be used for fishing, and then picked up the mountain god in front of him and soared into the sky.

With the guidance of the mountain god, Yang Jian spotted the Taoist from afar.

The divine light around him was restrained, and his cultivation level was not revealed at all.

Yang Jian was facing a formidable enemy. He could not see through his cultivation level, which meant that his cultivation level was higher than his and should be at the same Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian realm as the Nan Ji Taoist.

The purple-gold and red gourd around his waist was Yang Jian's greatest confidence. He let the mountain god leave and went to investigate this strange Taoist alone.

When he got closer, Yang Jian saw the huge red gourd on its back.

His identity immediately became clear.

There are not many people with such appearance in the ancient times, but only one person is the most famous.

Now he was performing strange Taoist magic on the high platform, and the words "Yang Jian" were clearly written on the straw man.

"The Nailhead Seven Arrows Book!"

Yang Jian was shocked, and then felt a sense of fear. If it weren't for the Queen Mother of the West's reminder, he would not even know how he died.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian was not prepared to be polite. He took out Fa Tian Xiang Di and the three-pointed double-edged sword. With a flash of the sword, he chopped straight towards Lu Ya.

Lu Ya, who was chanting incantations, was caught off guard. When he noticed someone coming, he thought it was a junior who came to pay a visit, so he just waited until he got close and then sent him away.

Who would have thought that this junior was so bold as to attack him.

Judging from the power of his attack, he does not seem to be an ordinary person.

Lu Ya did not dare to be careless. He hastily summoned the Six Pure Bamboos and mobilized his magic power to meet the enemy.

Yang Jian had prepared this attack in advance and was using all his strength to defeat the unprepared with the prepared. In addition, most of Lu Ya's magic power had been used to activate the spell of the Seven Arrows Book, so he was unable to spare much magic power to support the Six Pure Bamboos in a hurry.

At this moment, the two suddenly collided, and the Six Pure Bamboos were unsurprisingly suppressed by Yang Jian.

Lu Ya's eyes were filled with horror, and he quickly fled to the side.

However, the altar under him had no long legs and turned into ashes under Yang Jian's sword.

The altar that had been used for many days of rituals was destroyed at this moment. Lu Ya's soul was attacked by the backlash of his magical powers. His face turned pale and a fishy and sweet taste appeared in his throat.

He suppressed his surging blood and shouted, "Where did you come from, you arrogant brat? Tell me your name. I won't kill nameless people!"

All Lu Ya wanted to do was to find out who this person was and then wipe out all the lives related to him, so that he could get rid of the hatred in his heart.

"Kill me!"

Yang Jian was too lazy to waste time talking and chopped down again with his sword.

"Shameless young man!"

Lu Ya sensed that the power of his attack was simply not something that could be possessed by a Golden Immortal, so he did not dare to fight head-on and dodged once again.

The hilltop where he originally stood and the beautiful courtyard he had painstakingly renovated were all shattered by a single blow.

"Wow yeah~"

Lu Ya yelled angrily.

He was just about to use his Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to kill the young man.

Suddenly he thought of something and his anger paused.

He recognized that his supernatural powers were those of the Heaven and Earth, rather than simple spells of varying sizes.

When he moved, the magical energy he exuded was pure and peaceful, just like the demeanor that only an orthodox Taoist could have.

"Who are you!"

(End of this chapter)