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

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

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

The Yellow Emperor stood on the clouds.

The human army behind him quickly dispersed.

Three thousand armored soldiers stood at the front, spears in hand.

Eight hundred chariots were arrayed in the center of the army.

The human alchemists in the rear raised their battle flags, channeling the power of humanity into the battlefield.

These people's cultivation is far inferior to that of the Arhats of the Western religion.

However, they had followed the Yellow Emperor in pacifying human tribes, slaying ferocious beasts, killing demons, and experiencing real bloody battles.

Now the army is in formation, its iron-blooded aura soaring into the sky.

A long tear appeared in the bag of human beings in Maitreya's hand.

A beam of light continuously emanated from the bag.

He looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in the Yellow Emperor's hand, and his expression finally darkened.

This sword once slew Chiyou and established the Human Emperor.

The sword carries the spirit of humanity and destiny.

His Humanity Bag could capture ordinary immortals and gods, but it couldn't take away the supreme treasure of humanity from the hands of a human emperor.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan."

Maitreya suppressed his anger and clasped his hands together.

"Yang Jian gathered a crowd to attack the mountain, and the Heavenly Court suppressed him according to the law."

"If the human race intervenes in this matter, wouldn't we become a laughingstock for all living beings in the Three Realms?"

After hearing this, the Yellow Emperor drew his sword and stepped forward.

"Humans see it very clearly."

"Yang Jian rescued his mother, and the Heavenly Court sealed off the mountain."

"The Western religion came from Mount Sumeru, claiming to uphold the heavenly rules, but their reach extended to the East."

"If you dare to take Yang Chan away in the name of the Heavenly Court today, you will dare to interfere in the affairs of the human race in the name of the Heavenly Rules tomorrow."

"Humanity cannot back down on this matter."

The smile on Maitreya's face vanished completely.

The human race is currently enjoying great fortune.

The Yellow Emperor was one of the Three Sovereigns.

If the Western religion were to suppress Xuanyuan in Taoshan, it would inevitably provoke a humanitarian backlash.

However, he was unwilling to back down.

Yang Jian was leading a bull on his back.

Yang Chan has the Lotus Lantern in her hand.

If the Western Sect can suppress the Xuanmen in this battle, a gap will appear in the fortune of the East.

What Jieyin and Zhunti wanted was never a Yao Ji.

What they wanted was an opportunity to enter the East.

"In that case..."

Maitreya raised his hand.

"Then let this humble monk experience the Emperor's Sword."

He tossed the human seed bag into the air.

The bag was wide open.

A powerful suction force enveloped the battlefield.

Hundreds of Meishan demon soldiers nearby were unable to dodge in time and were immediately sucked into the bag.

Yuan Hong, carrying a steel rod, charged in from the side.

"Fuck you too!"

He smashed the human seed bag with a stick.

However, as soon as the stick approached the bag opening, it was pulled in by the suction.

Yuan Hong exerted force with both arms, but his body still slid forward.

"Yuan Hong!"

Yang Chan raised the Lotus Lantern.

A rainbow of light shot out and wrapped around Yuan Hong's waist.

However, the suction of the humanoid bag is getting stronger and stronger.

Even the light of the Lotus Lantern began to tremble.

Maitreya stared at Yang Chan.

He knew that as long as he captured Yang Chan first, the Lotus Lantern would naturally fall into the hands of the Western Sect.

At that time, Yang Jian will have lost an arm.

But the next moment.

The Yellow Emperor has already drawn his sword.

The sword light pierced through the sky.

There were no sword shadows filling the sky, nor were there any complicated sword techniques.

This sword strike was extremely direct.

Wherever the sword passed, the human army stepped forward in unison.

Three thousand armored soldiers held their war halberds above the clouds.

The war drums on eight hundred chariots sounded simultaneously.

"Humanity, Town!"

The Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan shouted loudly.

On the Xuanyuan Sword, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants, agriculture, mulberry and hemp cultivation, and human cities all appear one by one.

That's not an illusion.

That is the fortune accumulated by the human race over tens of thousands of years.

Maitreya's human-shaped bag shook violently.

The suction force at the bag's opening began to reverse.

Maitreya pressed down on the magic weapon with both hands, sweat beading on his forehead.

"receive!"

He gave a low shout.

Boundless Buddhist light burst forth from the humanoid bag.

But the Xuanyuan Sword had already fallen.

Stab it!

The tear in the race bag suddenly widened.

The magical artifact that Maitreya had refined over many years was damaged once again.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly retrieved the seed bag.

The suction disappeared.

Yuan Hong flipped over and landed on the cloud, raising his staff to charge again.

However, the Yellow Emperor raised his hand to stop him.

"General Yuan Hong."

"You lead the Meishan demon army to guard the right flank."

"The Western Buddhist soldiers will be dealt with by this emperor."

Yuan Hong glanced at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded.

"Do as Senior Xuanyuan says."

"yes!"

Yuan Hong led the Six Eccentrics of Meishan to turn to the right wing.

Yang Jian then looked at the pharmacist again.

The Medicine Master's Arhat statue has developed cracks.

Having just endured dozens of blows from Yang Jian, even with his quasi-saint cultivation, he was finding it increasingly difficult to withstand the onslaught.

However, the pharmacist did not back down.

He raised his hand.

The 108 prayer beads flew back.

Thirty-six of them had lost their luster.

The remaining prayer beads rotate around the Medicine Buddha, forming a barrier of Buddha's light.

"Yang Jian".

The pharmacist spoke.

"Do you know that the seal beneath Peach Mountain is connected to the laws of Heaven?"

"If you forcibly split the mountain today, you may not only harm the heavenly rules, but also your mother."

Yang Jian paused for a moment.

This was the first time he had looked directly at the pharmacist.

Seeing that he had stopped, the pharmacist continued.

"Yao Ji violated the heavenly law, and Haotian suppressed her with Peach Mountain."

"What Taoshan locked was not her physical body, but her primordial spirit."

"The harder you strike, the stronger the backlash from the seal will be."

"In the end, Momoyama might crumble."

"But even Yao Ji will be annihilated."

Yang Jian gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword.

The veins on the back of his hand were visible.

He knew, of course, that the Heavenly Court wouldn't just use one mountain to suppress his mother.

But he had no choice.

If he doesn't even dare to touch Peach Mountain, he will never be able to rescue Yao Ji.

"so."

Yang Jian's voice was very low.

"So you're using my mother's life to force me to back down?"

The pharmacist remained silent for a moment.

"This humble monk is merely telling you the price."

"If you withdraw your troops, this humble monk can plead with the Heavenly Emperor to allow Yao Ji to continue living at the foot of the mountain."

"If you continue forward, you will bear the consequences."

Yang Jian smiled.

The smile was faint.

"I have been practicing Buddhism for many years."

"Fight your way from Nantianmen to Taoshan."

"You're telling me now that withdrawing the troops will guarantee her survival?"

"Pharmacist, do you believe it?"

The pharmacist did not answer.

Because he doesn't believe it.

Haotian had gone to great lengths to set up this scheme, and there was no way he would let Yaoji leave just because Yang Jian withdrew his troops.

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword.

"Get out of the way."

The pharmacist clasped his hands together in prayer.

"This humble monk cannot yield."

"Then die."

Yang Jian strode forward.

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Art erupted within his body.

His battle robes were whipped up by a strong wind as his three-pointed, double-edged sword slashed out horizontally.

The pharmacist offered prayer beads.

One hundred and eight prayer beads are linked together to form a Buddha wheel.

The Buddha wheel had just taken shape when Yang Jian crashed into it.

boom!

The Buddha wheel cracked.

Yang Jian cut more than ten prayer beads in half with a single stroke.

The pharmacist stepped back.

Yang Jian took another step forward.

The second strike landed.

The pharmacist raised his staff to block.

The tin staff flew out of his hand.

The third strike landed.

The pharmacist suffered a bloody gash on his shoulder and fell hundreds of feet away.

Yang Jian did not pursue.

Because there were no more obstacles in his path.

Peach Mountain is right in front of us.

The mountains rise high into the clouds.

The mountain is covered with dense golden celestial patterns.

Those celestial patterns connect heaven and earth, forming a vast net covering the entire Peach Mountain.

Yang Jian could sense it.

My mother's presence is in the mountains.