fifth form

Chapter 3677 Difficult to Intervene
"That's the Investiture of the Gods?"

If we're talking about the person with the most chaotic mindset in the secret realm of Milu Mountain, then Zhang Xuezhou is undoubtedly the one.

In Zhang Xuezhou's plan, he should first search for and come into contact with the Investiture of the Gods text, and may also be guided by Hongjun, thus putting the Void Heaven Palace in a state of waiting to be activated.

He has always believed that the conflict between Houtu and Hongjun is very likely to erupt due to the appearance of the Investiture of the Gods. Even if it does not appear in reality, it will at least affect his soul.

He was holding the Blood Transformation Box at this moment, constantly chasing after the Peacock King. A brief moment of loss of control of his soul would cause him to lose the Blood Transformation Box, thus allowing the Guide to break free of the treasure and inevitably reverse the situation.

The appearance of the Investiture of the Gods scroll did indeed make him somewhat terrified, and he dared not approach the ten-foot-long scroll magic weapon.

When Zhang Xuezhou looked at the Investiture of the Gods, he saw that the text was edged with gold thread, and the golden inscriptions on the text kept flashing with light, just like a display screen that was running out of power.

"Yang Jian, I bet you wouldn't dare take the magic weapon from Mount Milu that allowed you to seize the Celestial Court and run away!"

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to call out, hoping that Yang Jian, who was promoting the practice of the Heart Sutra, would leave with the Investiture of the Gods.

"Hahaha, you little thief, you always trick me like this. Do you think I listen to you?"

The ninth level of the Prajna Heart Sutra was difficult to obtain, and Yang Jian felt that the influence of the Nine Treasures Wine in his body had also greatly subsided, making it almost impossible to achieve rapid cultivation. This made him give up his desire to continue pushing forward.

After responding casually, Yang Jian reached behind him and grabbed his famous weapon, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the arm-length, three-pointed, double-edged sword had transformed into a man's height.

"It's a pity about Nezha. I wonder if the Investiture of the Gods can bring his soul back!"

Yang Jian sighed inwardly. Nezha's physical attainment of sainthood was different from his own. Yang Jian could maintain his sanctity, while Nezha found it difficult to maintain his rationality.

Yang Jian, wielding his three-pointed double-edged sword, surveyed the area, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Xuezhou before turning to the Zhunti Sect Leader and his men, who were locked in fierce combat not far away.

Yang Jian and Zhang Xuezhou have no enmity; in fact, he and Nezha had a very good friendship in the past, so it's impossible for him to help the Western Sect Leader.

He only gained a sliver of an opportunity by repeatedly clashing with Zhang Xuezhou.

At this moment, Yang Jian was also thinking about how to make good use of this opportunity.

Intervening in a contest at this level is by no means easy. He would find it difficult to capture the Peacock King, be countered by the Five-Colored Divine Light, and have his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword swept away by the Zhunti Sect Leader in one blow.

Judging from the effectiveness of his participation in the battle, it would have been better for him to first seize the Investiture of the Gods text to check its usage and see if there was any possibility of summoning Nezha's soul.

"You little thief, let me tell you, as long as I get the chance to interfere, I will definitely poke sixty-four holes in you!"

"If I weren't holding this box, I would have poked eighty-one holes in you with this stick!"

Yang Jian patrolled back and forth, eager to make a move, and frequently exchanged insults with Zhang Xuezhou.

This prompted Zhenyuan Shenjun to act even more urgently, while Zhunti Jiaozhu stubbornly held on, waiting for Yang Jian to break the balance of the battle.

"Woof! I'll bite you sixty-sixty-two times!"

"I won't stoop to the level of a dog who can't even do multiplication!"

"You've insulted a dog! I'll fight you to the death!"

Despite their fierce shouts, neither Yang Jian nor Xiaotian Dog actually engaged in a real fight.

Amidst the noisy barking of dogs, Master Zhunti suddenly had a thought and realized another possibility.

Zhang Xuezhou and others were relatively unknown, but Zhang Xuezhou and Yang Jian's verbal sparring was incredibly smooth, and they were even quite familiar with Xiaotian Dog.

If Yang Jian had a grudge against the other party and suffered repeated losses, it's impossible that there wouldn't be rumors circulating throughout the Three Realms.

Feuds and grudges will inevitably spread throughout the Three Realms, but only jokes between friends will go unnoticed.

"Yang Jian, act quickly!" Master Zhunti urged, and Yang Jian glanced back.

“On one side, the Five-Colored Divine Light keeps flashing, and on the other side, the Seven Treasures Tree keeps hitting back and forth. It’s really difficult to intervene like this,” Yang Jian said seriously. “You don’t know that person’s abilities. As soon as I put my weapon away, he will definitely stab me with eighty-one holes!”

"Who is he?"

The leader of the Zhunti Sect was filled with hatred. Regardless of whether Yang Jian was on the other side or not, he did not want this fight to be pointless. He needed to at least find out the other side's background.

"Your grandfather is a Celestial Immortal of the Jade Void Palace. If I hadn't forgotten my Jade Ruyi today, I would have stabbed you with eighty-one holes!"

Before Yang Jian could reply, Zhang Xuezhou directly pulled Yuanshi Tianzun into the scene.

This filled the Guide Cult Leader, who was trapped in the Blood Transformation Box, with great hatred.

Blood-dissolving boxes are rare treasures, but they are not the only magical boxes that can trap people. The leader of the Guiding Sect and the others were still somewhat uncertain, but when Zhang Xuezhou introduced himself and mentioned the Jade Ruyi, the two immediately realized that they were being targeted by the Celestial Court.

The Celestial Court and the Kunlun Secret Realm were indeed shattered by the collision, but it seemed more like they were using this as a pretext to launch an attack on the Western Religion.

The leader of the Jieyin Sect and others did not know who the mastermind was, but Yuanshi Tianzun had already become involved.

Even the people under the command of Yuanshi Tianzun are unable to handle the situation, and the two leaders can already foresee a bleak future.

"Gentlemen, I am unable to intervene for the time being. I can only clean up the area first to avoid hindering your fighting and damaging many magical treasures!"

Later, Yang Jian started to dodge the question, repeatedly digging at the ground with his three-pointed double-edged sword.

He didn't kill the duty officer or Zhang Xuezhou, nor could he intervene in the struggle of the Zhunti Sect Leader. Despite being a top expert in the second tier of the Three Realms, he was caught in this situation where he couldn't get involved. Yang Jian felt that things were really difficult to handle.

"help me!"

When the panting Daoist Ran Deng stretched out his right hand in pleading for help, Yang Jian felt that he had done more than necessary, managing to avoid offending either side.

"I'll collect Nezha's body and send Dipankara Buddha out of Mount Milu. As soon as I see Shuo Xian struggling to fly, I'll come back and stab him!"

Yang Jian flicked his three-pointed double-edged sword and grabbed the shattered Qiankun Diagram into his palm.

It's clear that this ancient treasure was previously in excellent condition, but after the Abbot of the Seven Treasures Tree struck it, this treasure, lacking its master's control, was severely damaged. Even its rare spirit was killed, so its power after repair is likely to be less than satisfactory.

Rolling up the Qiankun Diagram and hanging it on his back, Yang Jian reached out and grabbed the Investiture of the Gods, this special painting treasure.

"The Investiture of the Gods can break the immortality of the divine soul and protect the spirits of heroes. I wonder if Nezha has the fate to receive such protection!"

Yang Jian swept the Investiture of the Gods around and grabbed at Nezha, who was now in his original, tattered state.

Nezha's body, which attained sainthood through physical transformation, was forged using a treasure. It was a body made of spirit silk and jade lotus root. After being killed by the leader of the Zhunti Sect, he left behind three sections of dried spirit silk and jade lotus root.

Yang Jian had no special solution, so he could only use the Investiture of the Gods to engulf Nezha's remains.

He took the ropes from both ends of the notice and tied them around it, which was considered as collecting Nezha's body. As for whether he could summon Nezha's soul, that was up to fate.

"Yang Jian, stop running! You better stop right now! After I get rid of this bird, I'm going to stab you with holes!"

Yang Jian picked up Nezha's corpse and carried the dying Daoist Ran Deng on his back.

He strode towards the outside of the secret place of Milu Mountain, prompting Zhang Xuezhou to shout and give chase.

The two ran one after the other towards the outside of Mount Milu, while the Duty Officer and the Southern Dipper Star Lord looked at each other in bewilderment after smashing the treasures one after another.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Erlang Shen left Mount Milu with the evidence of the Western religious leaders' crimes, under conditions agreed upon by both parties.

As long as Erlang Shen leaves with the evidence, the risk of the Duty Officer and the Southern Dipper Star Lord being killed to silence them will be greatly reduced.