Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 363 The Four Symbols Defeat Zhu Xian!
Jiang Ziya finished his arrangements and looked around. All the generals were in place, except for him who was standing on the high platform, overlooking the entire battlefield.

Outside Sishui Pass, the autumn wind was blowing, ruffling his robe and the huge Four Symbols Dragon-Trapping Formation.

The patterns of the formation are clearly visible, like winding dragons, coiled between heaven and earth, magnificent and majestic.

In the distance, one could faintly hear the sound of the Jiejiao army approaching. The sounds of horse hooves, shouts, and weapons clashing combined into a huge sound wave, sweeping towards Xiqi.

"coming!"

Nezha's voice exploded in the air, and his figure turned into a flash of lightning and instantly appeared beside Jiang Ziya.

"The Jiejiao army has arrived!"

As he spoke excitedly, he had already clenched the flaming spear in his hand, with the tip of the spear flashing a chilling light.

Jiang Ziya nodded gently, his eyes were calm without any panic.

"Don't panic, just follow the plan."

His tone was steady, like a thousand-year-old pine tree, unmoved.

His gaze turned to the distance, where there was a dark mass, like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun. It was the mighty army of the Jie Religion.

In the distance, Zhao Gongming led the Jiejiao army, which surged like a tide, with flags waving and murderous intent everywhere.

He looked down at the Xiqi army outside Sishui Pass, his eyes full of disdain.

"You think a mere formation can stop my Jiejiao army? That's just wishful thinking!"

At his command, the disciples of Jiejiao used their magical powers to attack the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation.

For a moment, the light of various magic weapons intertwined in the sky to form a magnificent scene, but they were all absorbed by the formation and turned into the energy of the formation.

Zhao Gongming took action personally, sacrificed the Dinghai Pearl, and blasted it towards the center of the formation. The Dinghai Pearl shone brightly, like a small sun, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

However, the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation did not move at all. The power of the Dinghai Pearl was absorbed by the formation and turned into the energy of the formation. Zhao Gongming's face changed slightly, and he realized that he had underestimated the power of this formation.

So he did not hesitate and began to command everyone to activate the Zhuxian Formation that had been set up long ago. The murderous aura suddenly surged and collided with the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziya stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the battlefield with a serious expression.

The power of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was indeed extraordinary. Even the Four Symbols Trapped Dragon Formation could not completely resist the extremely masculine and powerful murderous aura.

Beside him, Yang Jian tightly grasped the three-pointed, double-edged sword, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring closely at every change of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

"Master, the power of this Immortal Execution Sword Formation is far beyond our expectations!"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, with a hint of solemnity in his tone.

The air was filled with a strong smell of burning, which was the aftermath of the collision of magic power.

Jiang Ziya nodded slightly:
"The Jiejiao has put all their efforts into this formation, so it is natural that we should not underestimate it. Nezha, Huang Tianhua, Lei Zhenzi, each of you should perform your duties, strictly guard your positions, and do not underestimate the enemy and advance rashly!"

His tone was calm and composed, and he remained calm. He slowly raised the magic whip, and golden light flashed on the whip. An invisible pressure spread out in all directions.

There was total silence inside and outside the Xiqi camp for a moment, with only the whistling sound of the wind.

Nezha held the Fire Spear, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and he responded excitedly:

"Don't worry, Grand Master. I will do my best to protect the position!"

The Hot Wheels under his feet spun slightly, ready to rush into the battlefield at any time.

Huang Tianhua held his two hammers tightly, his body as still as a mountain, and responded calmly:

"I will follow the Grand Master's orders!"

His eyes were firm, as solid as a rock.

Lei Zhenzi's wings fluttered slightly, and lightning flashed on his body. He responded in a muffled voice:
"Don't worry, Grand Master. I will definitely guard the north!"

His eyes were as fast as lightning as he scanned the northern front, ready to respond to any emergency at any time.

After that, Lei Zhenzi began to rely on his speed advantage to constantly shuttle between the gaps of the Zhuxian Sword Formation and attack the exposed disciples of the Jiejiao with the gold bricks in his hand.

Every time he attacked, it was like a flash of lightning, as fast as lightning and powerful. Although the disciples of Jiejiao tried their best to resist, it was difficult to intercept him.

On the ground, Nezha and Huang Tianhua used the Wind-Fire Wheels and Fire-Tipped Spear, as well as double hammers to deal with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian respectively. The two of them cooperated with each other tacitly, you attack and I defend, constantly consuming the power of the Zhu Xian sword formation and buying time for other soldiers.

Yang Jian wandered around in the formation, using his powerful magic power to resist the invasion of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, and waiting for an opportunity to find the weakness of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and every time he swung it, it was filled with fierce murderous intent.

Throughout the battlefield, the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and magic weapons roaring were intertwined together, like a purgatory.

Jiang Ziya stared at the situation on the battlefield with a frown on his face. He found that the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was getting stronger and stronger, and the soldiers of Xiqi were gradually finding it difficult.

He knew in his heart that he could no longer continue to passively defend like this and had to find a way to turn the tide of the battle.

He whispered to himself:
"The Four-Elephant Dragon Trapping Formation needs to be further strengthened..."

The next moment, Jiang Ziya's eyes fell on the magic whip in his hand again, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised the magic whip and swung it violently towards the sky...

Swish!
A ray of golden light instantly shot out from the divine whip and soared into the sky!
The golden light passed through the clouds, illuminating the entire battlefield and also lighting up the hope in the hearts of the Xiqi soldiers.

At the same time, Jiang Ziya silently chanted a spell, mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen the power of the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was like a giant dragon, flowing into the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation, making the formation shine brightly and emitting unparalleled power.

The confrontation between the Zhu Xian Sword Formation and the Four Symbols Trapping Dragon Formation became more intense. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder rumbled, and strong winds howled, as if the heaven and earth were trembling with fear of this battle.

Jiang Ziya raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He looked at the enhanced formation with confidence in his eyes. He knew that victory was coming.

He gently waved the divine whip and said in a deep voice:

"Soldiers, beat them hard! Beat them until they are convinced!"

"kill!"

Nezha roared and rushed into the Zhuxian Sword Formation first. His figure was like a red lightning, flying across the battlefield.

Huang Tianhua followed closely behind, and the double hammers in his hands smashed down like a meteorite, with infinite power.

Lei Zhenzi shuttled back and forth in the air, using gold bricks to attack the disciples of Jiejiao in the formation. His speed was as fast as lightning, making it difficult to defend against him. Yang Jian kept moving around, using his three-pointed double-edged sword to block the attacks of the four swords of Zhuxian. His body movements were agile and like a ghost.

In an instant, Yang Jian rolled over and avoided the sharp attack of the Zhu Xian Sword. The three-pointed, double-edged sword cut through the sky, bringing up a silver arc of light.

He moved like a fish, weaving in and out of the sword formation, accurately avoiding every fatal attack.

But after a moment, his brows couldn't help but furrowed, and his eyes were full of solemnity, because the power of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was far beyond his expectations, and even he felt tremendous pressure.

"Yang Jian, be careful!"

At this time, Huang Tianhua's voice came from not far away, accompanied by a loud bang. Huang Tianhua waved his double hammers and took the blow of the Zhuxian Sword. His body shook slightly, obviously he had suffered a considerable impact.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes, but only determination.

Nezha became more and more courageous in the formation. The speed of his Wind-Fire Wheel was getting faster and faster, and his Fire Spear was tumbling like a fire dragon. He nimbly dodged the attacks of the formation and at the same time continuously launched fierce attacks on the disciples of Jiejiao.

His face was covered in sweat, but his eyes were full of excitement, and the passion for fighting burned his young blood.

Every time he swung the Fire Spear, he would create a circle of dazzling flames, forcing the surrounding Jiejiao disciples to retreat, leaving a long trail of fire behind him, burning the ground black.

Lei Zhenzi shuttled through the air, his speed was so fast that his figure was almost invisible. Every time he appeared, he would take the lives of several Jiejiao disciples.

He was as elusive as a ghost, making it impossible to predict his whereabouts. His gold bricks fell like raindrops, constantly harassing the Jiejiao formation.

He swooped down, a golden light flashed, and the golden brick accurately hit a Jiejiao disciple. The disciple screamed and fell from the air.

He quickly increased his altitude to avoid the pursuit of the formation. The clouds in the sky rolled endlessly due to the violent fluctuations of spiritual power. Lightning and thunder flashed, and heavy rain poured down, washing away the bloodstains on the battlefield.

Jiang Ziya sat firmly in the center of the army, his eyes as sharp as torches, scanning the chaotic battlefield.

The magic whip in his hand trembled slightly as he sensed the fluctuations of the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation. His face was solemn, but there was no trace of panic.

Outside the tent, the wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and the sky and the earth were in chaos.

Lei Zhenzi rolled and moved in the air, and every time he flashed, he brought up a burst of thunder. He was like a flash of lightning, shuttling through the gaps in the Zhuxian Sword Formation and attacking the people in the formation with precision.

Each of his attacks was extremely accurate and almost always effective, but it was obvious that as time went on, he was still somewhat overwhelmed by the meat grinder-like Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Nezha was engaged in a head-on confrontation with the Zhu Xian Sword Formation below, his flaming spear dancing like the wind, flames raging, turning everything around him into a sea of ​​fire.

He was agile and dodged the attacks of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, while constantly launching counterattacks in the formation. Although he had wounds all over his body, he was still extremely brave.

He roared, his voice shaking the sky, and brandished the flaming spear in his hand with all his might. The flame was like his anger, burning fiercely and never extinguished.

The soldiers led by Huang Tianhua, under the cover of the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation, continuously launched attacks on the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Although their strength was weak, they had the advantage of numbers and won by numbers. Under the cover of the formation, they did not give the disciples of the Jiejiao any chance to breathe.

They wielded their weapons with great force, forcing back the disciples of Jiejiao one by one. Their formation was solid, without any panic.

The shouts and cries of killing on the battlefield shook the earth. The light of the magic weapon illuminated the dark world. The air was filled with the smell of blood, burning smell, and rain.

Jiang Ziya closed his eyes, chanted a spell, and continuously channeled his own magic power into the Four Symbols Dragon Trapping Formation, trying to enhance the power of the formation.

He felt the fluctuations of the formation becoming more and more violent. He knew that the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was far beyond his imagination, and he had to go all out to withstand this powerful attack.

Yang Jian was looking for the weak point of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation. He controlled Roaring Sky Dog and shuttled through the formation. The Roaring Sky Dog's sharp claws tore through the space, looking for every opportunity to break through.

After a moment, he saw the right opportunity and commanded Roaring Sky Dog to pounce towards a node in the formation. Roaring Sky Dog roared, and its sharp claws cut through the void. The powerful force tore a gap, and some nodes of the Zhuxian Sword Formation began to collapse.

Yang Jian seized the opportunity and controlled Xiaotian Dog to continuously tear gaps in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, giving the Xiqi army a chance to catch their breath and facilitating subsequent attacks.

In a moment, his eyes flashed, and he found another good opportunity, commanding Roaring Sky Dog to use its sharp claws to tear open a larger gap.

"Break the formation!"

Yang Jian shouted loudly, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand shone brightly. With unparalleled power, he chopped fiercely at the weak point of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Nezha and Lei Zhenzi also seized this opportunity and attacked with all their might. Fire spears and gold bricks poured down like raindrops, bombarding the gap.

Seeing the opportunity coming, Huang Tianhua's eyes focused, and he commanded the soldiers to stop the disciples of Jiejiao and prevent them from providing support.

Under the continuous attacks of the crowd, cracks finally appeared in the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, some formation nodes began to collapse, and the power of the formation gradually weakened.

Seeing this, the disciples of Jiejiao retreated one after another and tried to repair the formation, but it was too late.

The Xiqi army took the opportunity to press forward and completely broke up the formation.

"kill!"

Nezha roared and led his soldiers to charge in.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Countless shouts of killing resounded through the sky, and morale soared to the sky.

Looking at the defeated Jiejiao army, Jiang Ziya finally showed a smile on his face and stroked his long beard.

But there was still a hint of solemnity in this smile. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his gaze from the battlefield and looked at a middle-aged scholar who looked like a military advisor beside him.

"Ziming, pass the order down, all troops are on the march, we must capture all the Jiejiao people in one fell swoop, don't give them any chance to breathe!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable majesty. He raised his hand slightly, signaling the other party to obey his orders.

This military advisor was none other than Jiang Ziya’s chief counselor, Deng Zhong, the son of Deng Jiugong and elder brother of Deng Chanyu.

Deng Zhong nodded solemnly, turned around and hurried away, his figure disappearing in the flying dust.

In a short while, Deng Zhong quickly conveyed the order, and the Xiqi army pursued the victory. The shouts of killing shook the earth, like a surging wave, sweeping away the defeated Jiejiao disciples.

Those disciples of Jiejiao all had disheveled hair and their magic weapons were scattered all over the ground. There was no trace of their previous arrogance. The battlefield was littered with broken pieces of magic weapons and injured soldiers, and thick smoke billowed, covering the sky and the sun.

Seeing that the battle was lost, Zhao Gongming fled the battlefield wounded. He was wearing armor, his clothes were stained with blood, his face was full of pain and unwillingness, but also mixed with a little fear.

As he fled in a panic, he did not forget to look back, his eyes filled with anger yet helplessness.

The rest of the Jiejiao disciples also fled, abandoning their weapons and armor, and retreated like the tide.

In this battle, Xiqi won!

(End of this chapter)