Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

Chapter 719, The Battle of Momoyama, begins.

At the summit of Meishan Mountain, a fierce wind howled.

One hundred thousand demons, clad in armor and armed with weapons, arrayed themselves among the mountains.

A dark, ominous aura stretched out, obscuring the light of day.

Yuan Hong, clad in silver armor and wielding a steel mace, stood at the forefront of the army.

The Six Eccentrics of Meishan stood on both sides, each exuding a murderous aura.

Yang Jian, dressed in a black battle robe and holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, stood on a cloud.

His gaze pierced through the layers of clouds, looking straight towards the direction of Peach Mountain.

The ten-day period has ended.

Today is the day he will split open Peach Mountain and rescue his mother.

Yang Chan, holding the Lotus Lantern, stood beside Yang Jian.

The quasi-saint aura emanating from her body has been completely stabilized.

The oppressive aura emanating from that powerful being instilled a deep sense of awe in the 100,000 demons below.

Lingzhuzi, carrying the Fire-Tipped Spear and riding the Wind-Fire Wheels, was filled with excitement.

The Eastern King Duke tucked his hands into his sleeves, his expression calm as still water.

Yang Jian slowly raised the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand.

The sharp edge of the blade gleamed coldly in the dim light.

"Set off!"

There were no unnecessary words, just two simple words.

boom!

The 100,000 demons roared in unison.

The deafening roar tore through the clouds.

Yuan Hong took the lead, transforming into a streak of silver light and soaring into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, endless demonic clouds rolled and rolled, carrying an army of 100,000, and pressed eastward in a mighty and majestic manner.

Wherever it passed, a fierce wind arose, and the sky and earth changed color.

On the vast and desolate land, countless rogue cultivators and lesser demons looked up at the sky, their minds reverberating in awe.

They knew that this world was about to change.

at the same time.

Momoyama.

This once-unknown mountain is now shrouded in layers of arrays.

The Heavenly Court's 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, led by the Nine Luminaries and the Twenty-Eight Constellations, laid a net that stretched across the heavens and earth.

Golden array patterns intertwined in the void, exuding a chilling aura.

The Heavenly King Yang, the chief general of the Heavenly Court, stood on the central chariot with a furrowed brow.

Looking at the replica of the Haotian Mirror bestowed upon him by Haotian, he felt uneasy.

Although the Heavenly Court dispatched its elite forces this time, the Western Religion also secretly assisted them.

But Yang Jian is a disciple of the Sage Niu Ben.

If things really get out of control, can the Heavenly Court withstand it?

Yang Tianwang turned to look at his side.

There stood two monks wearing robes.

One person had a sorrowful face, while the other was heavily pregnant and had a broad smile.

These are the quasi-saints and great powers of Western religion, namely Bhaisajyaguru and Maitreya.

"Fellow Daoists."

Yang Tianwang cupped his hands in greeting.

"That Yang Jian is unruly and will surely attack today."

"If he tries to force his way through the formation, I hope you two fellow Daoists will lend a hand."

Maitreya chuckled and patted his belly.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty."

"Heavenly rules cannot be abolished. Since our Western Religion has promised the Heavenly Emperor, we will naturally uphold the righteous path."

The pharmacist clasped his hands together and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Although Yang Jian has the background of a sage, he cannot act recklessly."

"We have come here on the orders of our master to resolve this karmic debt."

Hearing them say that, King Yang felt a little more at ease.

With two quasi-saints in charge, no matter how strong Yang Jian is, he can't turn the tide.

At the foot of Peach Mountain.

In the dark cave.

Yao Ji was chained to a stone pillar with thick chains.

Her face was haggard, but her eyes remained clear.

She could clearly sense the fluctuations in the array formations outside and the chilling aura of the heavenly soldiers.

She knew it was her Erlang who had arrived.

"Jiro..."

Yao Ji's chapped lips trembled slightly.

"You shouldn't have come."

She didn't want her child to get involved in this mess.

The Heavenly Court's resources and the Western Religion's schemes are not something Yang Jian alone can contend with.

She only hoped that Yang Jian and Yang Chan could live well.

Just then.

At the edge of the sky, a deep blackness appeared.

The blackness spread extremely quickly, swallowing up half the sky in the blink of an eye.

The raging demonic energy swept towards Mount Peach like a tsunami.

Yang Tianwang's expression changed, and he suddenly drew his sword from his waist.

"All troops on high alert!"

The war drums beat and the bugles sounded.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals raised their weapons in unison, and the golden array shone brightly.

Dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to crush it.

The demonic cloud stopped ten miles away from Peach Mountain.

Yang Jian's figure appeared from the clouds.

He coldly looked down at the inescapable net below.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword points diagonally at the ground.

"King Yang".

Yang Jian's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout Peach Mountain.

"Get out of the way."

King Yang stepped forward and shouted sternly.

"Yang Jian!"

"As a disciple of the Xuanmen sect, how dare you collude with the demon race and attempt to oppose the Heavenly Court!"

"Do you know your crime!"

Yang Jian didn't even glance at him.

I'll say it again.

"Get out of the way."

Yang Tianwang was enraged by his dismissive attitude.

"Set up the formation!"

"Seize this traitor!"

The Heavenly Net Formation suddenly activated, and countless golden chains emerged from the void, strangling towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian remained expressionless.

He neither retreated nor hid.

He simply gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly in his hand.

Just as he was about to make his move.

A seven-colored radiance suddenly burst forth from behind him.

Yang Chan, holding the Lotus Lantern, took a step forward.

The pressure of the Quasi-Saint was released without reservation.

The seven-colored light transformed into a light curtain, directly blocking the golden chains outside.

The chains struck the light screen, producing a deafening roar.

But it couldn't make an inch of progress.

Yang Tianwang's eyes widened, and he gasped.

"A quasi-saint?!"

He never expected that Yang Chan, who was rumored to have low cultivation, would actually become a quasi-saint!

Countless heavenly soldiers were also filled with horror.

How can we fight like this?

Yang Chan looked down at the heavenly soldiers.

"Second brother, leave these rabble to me."

She gently turned the lotus lantern.

The flame at the wick suddenly shot up.

The seven-colored light transformed into countless sharp swords, shooting down on the Heavenly Net Formation.

Rumble!

The formation trembled violently, and the golden light quickly dimmed.

Large numbers of celestial soldiers were struck by the seven-colored sword light, screaming as they fell from the clouds.

Just one strike.

The Heavenly Net, which the Heavenly Court was so proud of, developed huge cracks.

Yang Tianwang became anxious and quickly looked at the Medicine Master and Maitreya.

"Fellow Daoists, please make your move!"

Maitreya's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

"The magic weapon in this girl's hand is no ordinary item."

He took a step and arrived directly above the formation.

The fat palm pressed forward.

A huge golden swastika symbol pressed down against the seven-colored sword light.

His cultivation as a quasi-saint was fully revealed.

"Amitabha."

"Female benefactor, your sins are too numerous, and you have violated the laws of Heaven."

"Put down your magic weapon and come back to Mount Sumeru with this humble monk to listen to the sutras."

Yang Chan snorted coldly.

"Those bald monks from the Western religion dare to meddle in my family's affairs!"

She exerted all her strength to activate the Lotus Lantern.

The seven-colored light collided violently with the golden swastika.

The violent energy ripples spread outwards, flattening the surrounding mountains.

Yang Chan had only recently broken through to the next level, and in terms of magical power, she was still no match for the veteran quasi-saint Maitreya.

The seven-colored radiance began to be suppressed little by little.

Upon seeing this, Lingzhuzi shouted loudly.

"You fatso, what kind of skill is it to bully my junior sister!"

He rode on his flaming wheels, raised his fire-tipped spear, and charged forward.

The pharmacist shook his head.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

He tossed the rosary beads in his hand.

One hundred and eight prayer beads transformed into one hundred and eight golden Arhats, surrounding the spirit bead.

The battle erupted instantly.

Yang Jian watched this scene, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

He raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword, ready to personally enter the fray.

Just then.