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

He could sense that this monk was far more dangerous than the Medicine Master and Maitreya combined.

"Are you the Ksitigarbha who swore he would not become a Buddha until hell is empty?"

The Eastern King looked at him coldly.

"Back when I roamed the primordial world, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere."

"What, you also want to stop this old man?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stood with one hand in front of his chest, his expression unchanged.

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."

"This humble monk has come here not for personal grudges."

"Yang Jian split the mountain to save his mother, violating the heavenly rules and disrupting the order of the Three Realms."

"Our Western Religion is commissioned by the Heavenly Emperor to assist the Heavenly Court in upholding the righteous path; this is in accordance with the will of Heaven."

"This matter concerns the very workings of the primordial world; it is beyond the control of any single person like you."

"Please, fellow Daoist, for the sake of the common people, leave."

Ksitigarbha's words were so eloquent and impeccable that there was not a single fault with them.

If it were someone else, they might be a little more wary.

But who is the Eastern King Duke?

He's someone who's died once before; his current life was given to him by Niu Ben.

He only recognized Niu Ben and obeyed Yang Jian's orders; in his eyes, heavenly rules and will were nothing but a fart.

"Don't try to intimidate me with those high-sounding principles!"

The Eastern King Duke chuckled.

"The rules of Heaven are none of my business."

"The reach of Western religions cannot extend to the East."

"I'm making this clear today: anyone who stands in my young master's way from rescuing his mother will be killed by me!"

"kill!"

The Eastern King Duke didn't waste any words.

His pure yang energy erupted once more, transforming into a crimson-gold pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

The dragon-headed cane emitted a deafening dragon roar, carrying earth-shattering power, and smashed directly towards Ksitigarbha on the back of Di Ting.

This attack was several times more ferocious than the one against Maitreya.

Seeing this, Ksitigarbha sighed helplessly.

"Since you remain so stubborn, I have no choice but to offend you."

The nine-ringed tin staff in his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Ding!

A crisp impact sound rang out.

Behind Ksitigarbha, a vast and boundless phantom suddenly appeared.

That was a projection of the eighteen levels of hell.

Tongue-Pulling Hell, Scissors Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Mirror of Retribution Hell...

Each level of hell reeks of nauseating blood and endless death.

The wails of countless evil spirits converged, forming a terrifying mental shock that rushed straight towards the Eastern King Duke.

Boom!

The power of pure Yang clashed violently with the power of hell.

The space above Peach Mountain completely collapsed, revealing a dark void fault.

Two completely opposite forces were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to give way.

The Eastern King frowned slightly.

He discovered that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was not only using his own magical power, but also the karma and karmic force accumulated over countless years in the eighteen levels of hell.

This power is extremely difficult to deal with; if one is not careful, one will be consumed by karmic fire.

"That bald monk is quite something, he does have some tricks up his sleeve."

Dong Wanggong snorted coldly and leaped into the void rift.

Ksitigarbha patted Di Ting's head and then rushed in as well.

The two supreme quasi-saints engaged in an earth-shattering battle deep within the void.

Each collision caused Mount Peach to tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

As Dongwanggong was restrained by Dizangwang.

The battlefield situation below has changed once again.

The pharmacist and Maitreya finally caught their breath.

The two swallowed several healing pills, and their complexions improved slightly.

They looked down at Yang Jian, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Now that the troublesome old monster has been blocked by Senior Brother Ksitigarbha, it is the best time to deal with Yang Jian.

"Western followers, heed my command!"

The pharmacist shouted, and his voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

"Form ranks!"

"Slay Yang Jian and uphold the Heavenly Rules!"

With his command.

In the clouds, eight hundred Arhats of the unorthodox sects, three thousand Jiedi, and countless Vajra warriors appeared together.

Holding various Buddhist implements and chanting mantras, they transformed into a golden ocean and pressed down on Yang Jian and the others.

On the Heavenly Court side, upon seeing this, King Yang immediately rallied his forces.

The remaining heavenly soldiers and generals reassembled into battle formation and, in coordination with the Western Religion's offensive, launched a counterattack.

Faced with this overwhelming army.

Yang Jian did not back down in the slightest.

He gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

"Third sister, take care of yourself!"

Yang Jian roared and charged directly into the Western Sect's army.

"Don't worry, Second Brother!"

Yang Chan activated the Lotus Lantern with all her might.

The seven-colored light transformed into a huge protective shield, protecting her and the several Meishan demons around her.

At the same time, beams of seven-colored sword light shot out from the lamp wick, accurately reaping the approaching Arhats and heavenly soldiers.

Lingzhu shouted excitedly.

"Well done!"

"Today, I'm going to unleash a bloodbath!"

He rode on his fiery wheels, transforming into a ball of flame, and crashed directly into the enemy camp.

The fire-tipped spear flew up and down, each thrust bringing forth a shower of blood.

The Hun Tian Ling, like a red dragon, tightly bound and tore apart more than a dozen Vajra Warriors.

Under Yuan Hong's leadership, the 100,000 demons of Meishan went completely mad.

"Brothers, let's fight them!"

Yuan Hong revealed his true form as a white ape, wielding a steel cudgel. With a single blow, he smashed a group of heavenly soldiers into a bloody pulp.

The Six Eccentrics of Meishan each displayed their unique abilities.

Jin Dasheng spewed out poisonous fire, Dai Li spat out red beads, and Zhu Zizhen directly opened his blood-red maw to devour the enemy.

Demonic energy, celestial energy, and Buddhist light intertwined.

Limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere, and blood stained the land of Taoshan red.

The battle instantly entered its most intense and fierce phase.

Yang Jian had already reached the pharmacist.

He pushed the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to its limit, and a faint golden light emanated from the surface of his body, comparable to a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"Die!"

Yang Jian gripped his sword with both hands and cleaved Mount Hua in two.

The three-pointed double-edged sword tore through the air, producing a piercing sonic boom.

The pharmacist dared not take the blow head-on and quickly used his prayer beads to defend himself.

when!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The pharmacist felt an overwhelming force coming through the prayer beads, which made his arms go numb.

He was horrified.

How could Yang Jian's physical strength be so terrifying?

Yang Jian gave him no chance to catch his breath.

One slash after another poured down like a torrential downpour.

The pharmacist was repeatedly defeated and could only rely on the golden body of the Arhat to barely hold on.

Meanwhile, Maitreya set his sights on Yang Chan.

Knowing that the Lotus Lantern had amazing defenses, he directly summoned the Human Seed Bag.

The bag swelled in the wind, transforming into a massive black hole that generated a terrifying suction force, attempting to pull Yang Chan in along with the lamp.

Yang Chan's expression changed.

She desperately channeled her magic power, and the radiance of the Lotus Lantern firmly fixed her form.

Just when the two were at an impasse...

A sharp sword light suddenly flew in from the sky.

The sword light was dazzling and carried a sharp edge that could cleave the heavens and split the earth, and it struck the human seed bag directly.

Stab it!

The seemingly indestructible human seed bag was actually torn open by this sword light.

Maitreya was greatly alarmed and quickly withdrew his magic weapon.

He looked up.

A golden auspicious cloud was seen rapidly drifting in from the eastern horizon.

Above the auspicious clouds stood a man dressed in a golden imperial robe.

He held a long sword engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

Behind him was a densely packed elite human army, their bodies radiating a chilling, murderous aura.

"The Human Race's Xuanyuan, acting on the Holy Emperor's orders, has come to lend his assistance!"

The voice of the Yellow Emperor, Xuanyuan, resounded like thunder across the battlefield.

He pointed the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand at Maitreya.

"Bald monk, how dare you touch those whom my human race is protecting."

"Did you even ask about the sword in my hand?!"