Chapter 626: How difficult is the saint's resistance?

　　 Chaotian Pavilion could not stop, Heavenly Soldiers and Generals could not stop, Dao Sect masters could not persuade, but in front of the High Heaven Hall, one of the Six Sages appeared to stop him and finally made Yang Jian stop.
Prospective person.
The Taoist Sanqing and the Taoist are stable, and there are only two saints Nuwa Empress and Zhunti Taoist in the prehistoric times.
At this moment, Zhunti appeared, and Yang Jian seemed to have no hope of entering the High Heaven Palace today.
Unsanctified, but ultimately ants, this is common sense from ancient times.
But Yang Jian didn't seem to believe it...
Yang Jian climbed up the steps, seeing that his complexion did not change at all when Zhunti, still walking his own way.
The seemingly non-existent smile on the Taoist's mouth gradually faded, as if he was a little angry at Yang Jian's ignorance of him, and the Seven Treasure Tree in his hand was radiant.
"True Monarch!" Li Jing suddenly said from the side, cleverly stuck at the timing before the Taoist Zhunti spoke, and walked a few steps down and stopped in front of Yang Jian.
Li Jing grabbed Yang Jian's arm and said hurriedly: "True monarch, although the matter is at this point, there is still a chance to slow down, don't really annoy His Majesty the Jade Emperor! The sage is here, how can you and I be too strict!"
Yang Jian didn't say a word, raised his hand and pushed Li Jing's arm away, and stepped up again.
The Taoist Zhunti sighed lightly: "The Jade Emperor is the ruler of the Three Realms. If you see him being bullied by the monks, the order of the Three Realms will survive. Yang Jian, retreat quickly."
Yang Jian was still silent, and Zhunti couldn't reach the ten-level white jade staircase, and behind Zhunti was the main entrance of the Lingxiao Palace.
The word Ling Xiao blinked.
"Yang Jian!" The Taoist Zhun said looked bad, "If you didn't take the poor Dao in your eyes? Humph!"
With just a cold snort, endless fairy light suddenly appeared around the Lingxiao Palace, and a strong force hit Yang Jian, making the surrounding people slightly paler and shaky.
The power of the saint!
But Yang Jian's figure only trembled slightly, no more unusual.
The sound of the surging waves resounded in the body, the left foot lifted and fell, and when the toe touched the white jade surface, this precious and solid white jade step directly turned into powder!
But Yang Jian's left foot did not see the effort, standing lightly on this condensed but not scattered powder!
It's all three levels in a row!
This scene really made the cultivators here in a daze, and I don't know how Yang Jian did it.
But Yang Jian did it. Under the pressure of the saints, stepping on the white jade steps that turned into powder with a light touch, slowly but firmly, approaching the gate of the High Heaven Palace.
Zhunti should be really angry, the Qibao Miaoshu suddenly burst into light, the body of the saint who seemed to have little mana, rippling with a mysterious and obscure Tao rhyme!
In the next moment, the world changes drastically!
The Lingxiao Palace disappeared without a trace, the sky and the earth turned into pitch black, and there was a wave of light wafting through the pitch black. A whirling treasure was erected between the sky and the earth, and was the source of all light.
Under the treasure tree, the Zhunti Taoist wearing a sandalwood and purple robe sat cross-legged in the air, with a look of sorrow and compassion on his face. There are dozens of blessings of precious light behind his head, as if he does not separate from the wandering tree. .
This place is not an illusion, not a formation method, but a general existence that ordinary monks cannot understand.
The heavenly soldiers and generals who were before the High Heaven Treasure Hall were all involved in this world, and at this time the urge to kneel down to that whirling treasure tree was all over the heart.
And Yang Jian, standing alone in front of the treasure tree, was constantly invaded by the light waves swaying from the treasure tree, but still standing there, like a rock constantly beating against the sea, as motionless as a mountain.
"The sufferings of all beings are all my suffering; the difficulties of all beings are all my difficulties."
"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless. Erdang looks back to find the shore. If he insists on going his own way, he will ask you guilt if he can't say it today.
Yang Jian slowly raised his head, watching Zhunti wrapped by the halo in the air, a little anger surged over his face.
"Ask me the guilt? Why?"
"Bold!" Zhunti opened his eyes and glared, and two beams of light crashed down from the dark sky, shaking Yang Jian's figure.
Yang Jian didn't lower his head, but instead moved hard for a half step toward the front against the waves of light constantly gushing out of the whispering tree.
Yang Jian sneered and muttered in a low voice, but his voice became louder and louder.
"I am timid, so I bowed down to the unreasonable sage master. The sage treats me like a chicken and dog."
"I am courageous, and seeing the high-ranking saint master still straighten up, the saint still treats me like a chicken!"
"Since they are all chicken dogs, why can't I be bold!"
Zhun said the saint showed anger on his face, "Yang Jian, you are so rude today. You can kill you if you are poor and your master can't say a word!"
Yang Jian's sneer became stronger, and he stepped up again and took another small step forward.
He is too lazy to speak.
The dignified sage master, who was so angry at this time, was really going to let go of all his worries and teach Yang Jian some lessons.
The Posuo Treasure Tree gently swayed its branches, and the sound of chanting all over the sky suddenly appeared, and silhouettes walked out of the Treasure Tree.
Or the old man with solemn face, sitting down out of thin air to recite Western scriptures, or the Rakshasa with a sword in hand and armor, gathered dozens of people and stopped in front of Yang Jian.
The Taoist quasi-tender folded his hands together, and a half-foot-diameter beam fell from the sky, covering Yang Jian's figure.
Yang Jian wanted to step forward again, but felt that there was an invisible wall all around him, unable to move forward, unable to settle down, and his actions were somewhat restricted.
In the front, more and more figures appeared under the treasure tree. When the Rakshasa was enough to be seven to forty-nine, holding forty-nine weapons, he flew towards Yang Jian.
The chanting sound became more vigorous, and waves of invisible waves rushed to the Yang Jian Lingtai, attacking the soul!
The tree of Yang Jian's primordial spirit wilted instantly, but fortunately, a dull bell appeared in time. The tree of Yang Jian's primordial spirit was wrapped in a blue light, and a small tripod slowly rose.
The primordial spirit is intact, so he can deal with the enemy ahead with peace of mind.
But when Yang Jian fixed his eyes to see, he saw that the forty-nine Rakshasa had also disappeared...
This should only be the magical power of attacking the soul.
The Taoist's complexion didn't change at all, and he didn't seem to be surprised that he couldn't hold Yang Jian. He just sat there with his eyes closed, and the sound of chanting was not messy.
How did Yang Jian feel trapped?
A punch was smashed, blasting at the edge of the light beam, but the light beam did not change in the slightest.
Yang Jian frowned, he forgot to retract his fist and stayed in the same position as he fisted.
It seemed to others that he couldn't shake the beam of light with a single punch; in fact, his fist hadn't focused yet, just touched the edge of the beam of light, and his arm could no longer pass forward.
It seems that the light wall does not exist, and the body does not allow him to stick out of the light beam...
This feeling is very contradictory and uncomfortable; it is as if the world outside the beam of light does not exist, and he can only be in the beam of light, unable to detect the world that does not exist with his fist...
Boundaries, rules!
This is the method of the saint, unthinkable and helpless.
A little smile appeared on the corner of the saint's mouth, and he sat peacefully under the treasure tree, listening to the chanting.
No matter how strong Yang Jian's combat power and physical body were, and suppressing Yang Jian at the Dao level, Yang Jian could only sit and wait for death, unable to cope.
Really?
Really can only stop here?
Why is there so unwillingness in my heart, why is there anger in my heart!
The broken sword in his hand was trembling, as if he was also persuading Yang Jian to let it go, no longer stubbornly...
What you are facing is a saint, the apex of Tao!
Is it really invincible?
Can't you really be hostile?
Yang Jian's fist clenched in his right hand slowly retracted, his fingertips snapped, his teeth clenched suddenly, and a roar came out in his mouth.
boom!
Everywhere in Yang Jian's body was like a dam burst, like a mountain torrent bursting!
The sea-covering formation was spotting at Yang Jian's feet, and with that roar, a touch of blue Taoist rhyme flowed, waves rushing from all over Yang Jian's Profound Body, flooding the beam of light!
This beam of light is like a transparent pipe, and the waves in Yang Jian's body are constantly pouring out, and in a blink of an eye, he has not passed his figure, and the next moment, the beam of light falling from the sky is completely filled!
The sea-covering array kept shining brightly, and the thirty-six profound beads in Yang Jian's body were brilliant!
Not enough, not enough!
Xiao Zhou Tian's star battle!
Suddenly, a series of stars fell, and on the narrow but deep "Wang Yang" in this beam of light, a broader star map appeared!
There were another thirty-six profound beads gleaming in Yang Jian's body. Although they couldn't be compared with the thirty-six fused Dinghai Divine Beads, they had a little more ethereal and dusty rhyme.
The sound of chanting, I don’t know when it has been concealed by the sound of rolling waves;
The Taoist Zhunti under the treasure tree stared at Yang Jian. When he saw the full ‘water’ in the ‘beam of light’, his eyes were a little shocked, and a little bit jealous.
The whole set of Dinghai God Orbs, the true saint magical tools, seemed to have some kind of change with the profound arts, turning the power of the magical tools into Yang Jian's own ability.
"Samcheong……"
Zhunti murmured in a low voice, and suddenly raised his hand to the front. The beam of light seemed to be a bit more stable than before.
But it was too late.
Standing at the bottom of the beam of light, Yang Jian took a breath in the azure ‘sea water’ and slowly closed his eyes.
The sea-covering formation and Zhou Tianxing's battle formation are not mutually exclusive, the two are very distinct, one on the other, one place every day.
Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a certain lack of connection.
For example, an imperfect mountain.
On the spine, the nine largest profound beads suddenly began to gather light, and when the light gathered more and more, it became brighter and brighter, suddenly evolving into a towering mountain.
As soon as the mountains appeared, the eighty-one profound beads in the body shook together, the brilliance of the roads and the roads were intertwined, and the sky was connected to the earth.
The waves rose to the sky, the stars fell into the rain!
The two are extremely opposed to each other~EbookFREE.me~ A wave of Taoist rhyme smashed everywhere, and the beam of light that trapped Yang Jian began to shake!
Not enough, these methods alone are not enough to break the imprisonment of the saint!
Suddenly, Yang Jian's spiritual light flashed, and the spirit platform appeared not long ago when he had just merged thirty-six profound beads in the tomb of the saints in Xuandu City.
Where did that piece of heaven and earth go?
Yang Jian looked down at his feet, a little enlightenment arose in his heart, and suddenly he pointed his finger to the sky, and the falling starlight stopped at the same time; then he pressed his finger to the sea, and the large array of covering sea was hidden.
The wave that was originally surging calmed down and slowly descended, reappearing a world of heaven and earth in this small place.
The saint Zhunti frowned, and just about to move the treasure tree, Yang Jian stood between the universe of his own world and slowly pushed out his right hand toward the front.
The beam of light shattered silently, the waves rose again, and the stars flashed randomly.
But in a blink of an eye, endless waves engulfed this place, and the bright starry sky occupied that day!
Standing between the heaven and the earth, Yang Jian lifted a broken sword, took two steps forward, but appeared strangely in front of the Taoist Zhunti.
There were cracks in the Posuo Treasure Tree behind Zhun Ti Taoist, which caused a bit of pain on Zhun Ti's face, but he had to take a half step back and tried his best to preserve the Seven Treasure Tree.
When he retreated, all the ways were gone.
Yang Jian took the third step, passing by Saint Zhunti and stepping into the High Heaven Hall.
For a time, ten thousand immortals were silent, and the heavenly beings were in an uproar.