Chapter 487

The three-pronged double-edged blade in his hand trembled, Tang Luo smiled, and he threw it backhanded.

The three-pronged double-edged blade was thrown by him toward Black Mountain.

A figure emerged from Black Mountain, reaching out to grab the incoming three-pronged double-edged blade.

Unlike Tang Luo's direct grab of the blade, that person shifted his body slightly, dodging the front edge, grabbed the long handle, and firmly stopped the three-pronged double-edged blade.

This person wore a fan-cloud crown, his long hair not fully standing upright, partly hanging loose, dressed in a water-uniform, clean-shaven, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his appearance exceptionally handsome.

Dressed as a Daoist, but between his brows revealed a hint of coldness, a point above the brow, at the center of the forehead, a golden vertical scar.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

Even though Liu Shenxiang had never seen Yang Jian before, upon seeing the man, he immediately confirmed his identity.

Of course, what surfaced in his mind was not the identity "Erlang Shen Yang Jian," but the Manifest Sage True Lord.

This was also Yang Jian's identity in this world.

Yang Jian's current attire would actually be more appropriately called the Mysterious Dao True Lord of Qingyuan.

It was just that the three-pronged double-edged blade in his hand and his carefree, elegant appearance were slightly mismatched, but only slightly.

"My lord..."

Among the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors, the Red Emperor Dai Li and the Yellow Emperor Zhu Zhenzhen were still here, already on their last breath, one foot already in the grave.

The Black Emperor Wu Long and the White Emperor Chang Hao were not even present here, their entire bodies already lying in coffins, waiting for someone to close the coffin lid—just need to damage their temples, not entirely, let the incense power dissipate to a certain extent.

And in the state of lying in coffins, the two basically had no resistance left, and their divine soldiers and generals were also not in good condition.

Closing the coffin lid was not difficult; even Liu Shenxiang and his God-Covering Society could do it.

The Green Emperor Yang Xian, his situation was relatively fortunate, he suffered the lightest injury and could still utter "my lord's son."

Yang Jian merely glanced at Yang Xian, did not do anything like beheading his subordinate in one stroke, that kind of inexplicable action often done by villain bosses.

His gaze and attention were focused on Tang Luo.

"Long time no see..." Tang Luo looked at Yang Jian, his smile radiant.

Yang Jian said nothing, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked at Tang Luo, wondering what he was thinking.

Probably: How did this guy come here?

"Manifest Sage True Lord." Liu Shenxiang whispered, "He is much younger than I imagined."

Zhu Bajie did not say anything to Liu Shenxiang, he scratched his head, his face slightly worried.

He glanced at Ao Yulie beside him, Ao Yulie's expression was similar.

They both realized that smile, the master's condition was off—uh, or maybe the condition was actually on.

This basically meant that a battle between him and Yang Jian was unavoidable, and at the end, heavy casualties might still occur.

Reasonably speaking, neither of them really wanted to see this happen; everyone's relationship didn't need to come to this—no, it was a fight to the death.

The big senior brother who usually breaks up fights wasn't here.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie couldn't stop Tang Luo.

"Why don't you, doggie, go stop your master?" Zhu Bajie pinned his hope on the Heavenly Howling Dog.

The result was that the Heavenly Howling Dog was snoring loudly, shaken several times but still sleeping deeply, with no intention of waking up at all.

Zhu Bajie suspected the Heavenly Howling Dog was pretending to sleep out of cowardice.

"My lord..."

Jin Dasheng here also shouted along, expressing his stance—I will forever be loyal to you.

As for how solid this stance actually was, probably even he himself wasn't clear.

Yang Jian ignored Jin Dasheng, only looked at Tang Luo, and said: "You shouldn't have come."

"... Ancient Dragon?" Tang Luo laughed, "Old friend visiting, closing the door and not receiving is not good."

"I don't want to be disturbed." Yang Jian said.

"You just want to have a two-person world with your sister?" Tang Luo mocked.

"It has nothing to do with you." Yang Jian's voice was clear and cold, without any emotional fluctuation—despite his brows always being slightly furrowed.

The two chatted, the atmosphere seemed relatively peaceful, but everyone present could feel immense pressure.

Mountain rain is coming, the wind fills the tower.

Everyone felt they stood at the edge of a volcano about to erupt, not knowing when it would erupt, but certain it could erupt at any moment.

Well, this is just a metaphor, because even if Liu Shenxiang, a volcanic eruption would happen, he wouldn't be affected.

To be honest, even Zhu Bajie felt somewhat puzzled, why was the master's battle intent so high?

Could it really be that he had been holding it in too much?

"How is it nothing to do with me? As an idol, caring about the life of the number one fan is called doting on fans." Tang Luo said nonsense, "Such behavior can attract more fans, make money from them."

"So annoying, why hasn't it been resolved yet?" Before Yang Jian could say anything, a voice came.

The speaker was not anyone present.

But that Black Mountain.

Precisely, it came from within Black Mountain, carrying a hint of impatience, sounding quite spoiled.

At the peak of Black Mountain, a door appeared, the door opened by itself, a slightly petite woman flew out slowly from inside.

Hairpin askew, temples messy, rubbing her eyes, her clothes also worn somewhat crookedly, of course, no spring light leaking out.

She flew to behind Yang Jian, didn't look at anyone, wrapped her arms around Yang Jian's neck.

Like a koala hanging herself on Yang Jian, her head resting on his shoulder, she said: "Brother, kill this bunch of annoying ghosts disturbing us."

"..."

Zhu Bajie suddenly felt his teeth ache, messing up, Yang Jian became a dead otaku shut-in, Yang Chan seemed to have gone mad?

And judging from their intimacy, they wouldn't really go down the bone-setting road, would they?

Yang Jian, with those thick brows and big eyes... there's definitely something off about him!

In contrast, Yang Chan took the initiative to walk out.

The mission failure, the prompt to return in one hour, no longer seemed that important.

Liu Chenxiang's expression also held a few indescribable feelings. His mother, the person he had once placed as top priority to rescue, had just walked out of "the mountain imprisoning her" on her own initiative, appearing before his eyes.

But Liu Chenxiang felt no joy or excitement in his heart; on the contrary, he even felt a bit of estrangement.

If not for that trace of blood-connected palpitation, he probably wouldn't have been able to recognize that this person was his mother.

Compared to the person in his vague memory, this woman was far too young.

Not in appearance, but in the overall feeling.

Let me put it this way.

Even if two women look the same and dress the same, the feeling between a young maiden and a young married woman is definitely different.

"Second Senior Brother, have you heard a certain rumor?" Ao Yulie transmitted his voice to Zhu Bajie.

"What rumor?" Zhu Bajie thought carefully. "You mean the one about Yang Jian being an only child, and Yang Chan actually being an adopted child?"

"Right." Ao Yulie nodded imperceptibly.

This is the only reason that can barely explain the scene before us.

"Let's watch a bit more..." Zhu Bajie said. What kind of situation is this.

"Good."

On the other side, facing Yang Chan's unreasonable demand, Yang Jian merely said a single word indifferently, extremely firm.

Acting exactly like Yang Chan's loyal dog.

Receiving the affirmative answer, Yang Chan laughed and flew back, sitting outside the main gate, resting her chin on her hands, looking at Yang Chan.

Her whole heart was completely pinned on him.

And Yang Jian, a faint light flashed over his body, and his attire had already changed.

Wearing a jade crown on his head, hair completely tied up, a suit of silver armor, a black cloak behind him, a precious sword hanging at his waist.

Looking at Tang Luo, Yang Jian's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, as if he was no longer troubled.

As the three-pointed double-edged divine blade in his hand thrust forward, Yang Jian had already appeared before Tang Luo.

Tang Luo raised his hand, left arm erect, blocking before his body like a shield.

The blade of the three-pointed double-edged saber pierced through his arm.

Then, it got completely stuck right in the middle of his radius. Tang Luo smiled, his arm suddenly twisting downward.

The tremendous force made even Yang Jian unable to hold onto the three-pointed double-edged saber in his hand; it flew from his grip.

In this instant, Tang Luo's fist appeared before Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian's head tilted back slightly, then he slammed forward violently, his forehead crashing hard into Tang Luo's fist surface.

There was no sound, yet everyone felt as if a great hammer had smashed heavily onto their chests.

Liu Chenxiang spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his face deathly pale.

Green Emperor Yang Xian also let out a miserable cry, injured more severely than just now.

The two clashed and were both wounded, and separated the instant they touched.

The jade crown on Yang Jian's head shattered, his hair scattered loose, a trickle of fresh blood flowing down from his forehead, bypassing that golden vertical mark.

On Tang Luo's left arm, the three-pointed double-edged saber had already been pulled out by Yang Jian, fresh blood flowing along the wound to his fingertips.

Yet it never dripped onto the ground, instead slowly vanishing.

The wound on his arm was also rapidly healing.

Yang Jian rotated the three-pointed double-edged saber in his hand; a slightly muffled sound of air tearing rang out, and the ground swept by the blade from a distance gained an additional black crack.

At the same time, Tang Luo's side was instantly covered by countless cold glints.

"Between us, let's not play these meaningless little tricks, shall we?" The voice transmitted from within the cold glints.

A white bone sword phantom erupted from within, chopping all the cold glints to pieces.

Tang Luo held the Zuanfeng Bone Sword in his hand, but most of the ferocious bone spikes on it were gone, and it was covered in cracks, already on the verge of breaking.

In a battle of this level, the Zuanfeng Bone Sword's durability was clearly insufficient.

But Tang Luo didn't care. Liuli Flames burst from his hand, sweeping onto the Zuanfeng Bone Sword, turning it into a burning sharp sword.

"Boom!"

With a deafening boom, Tang Luo and Yang Jian had already vanished from everyone's sight.

Everyone looked into the distance, only able to see a huge gulch forming, continuously extending far away.

Causing all this was merely the tiniest bit of aftermath leaking from the two's battle.

The Zuanfeng Bone Sword continuously assaulted the Yang Jian before him.

No exquisite sword techniques like thrusting, picking, or spiraling — only chopping, or rather smashing.

The Zuanfeng Bone Sword seemed to transform into thousands upon thousands of blades, "booming" toward the Yang Jian before him.

In comparison, Yang Jian's "spear art" was extremely exquisite.

Block, seize, pierce, point, shake, pick, deflect, entwine, twirl flowers — spear thrusting like a hidden dragon emerging from water, retracting like a fierce tiger returning to its cave.

However, he could merely barely hold his ground under Tang Luo's fierce offensive!

Suddenly, the sword shadows filling the sky vanished, condensing into a plain and unadorned strike, thrusting at Yang Jian for the first time.

The three-pointed double-edged saber blocked before his body.

The sword tip touched the divine blade's surface; the next breath, the Zuanfeng Bone Sword burning with Liuli Flames shattered section by section.

It had already reached its limit.

And Tang Luo executed the Liuli Nirvana Great Hand Seal, his palm already pressed tight against the three-pointed double-edged saber, bringing the blade along to crash into Yang Jian's chest!

Yang Jian, who had held firm as an unmoving mountain, watertight and flawless, this time failed to hold his ground.

His silver armor shattered, and he retreated, stepping back eight steps in succession.

Each step left a footprint on the ground.

In the next breath, the eight footprints rapidly spread, forming a massive black pit.