Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 58 Yang Jian's Crisis

A flash of sword light.

The human skin tattoo floating in mid-air was suddenly torn into pieces by the sword energy.

Everything happened extremely quickly.

In Yang Jian's eyes.

All that could be seen was Wen Zhong pointing his finger, followed by a flash of golden light, and the giant blood sphere above the square disintegrated.

Until Wen Zhong suddenly appeared on the high platform, the Flying Golden Sword flew slowly over like a golden fish, dancing nimbly in the air.

Yang Jian then realized that Wen Zhong had used the Flying Gold Sword.

Is the chaos over?

That's it?

He looked down from the platform and saw chaos in the square, where the remaining half of the sacrificial victims and soldiers were struggling frantically, trying to escape this bloody hell.

The tattoos that were once on the barbarians have now transformed into a magic circle that covers the entire square.

The blue patterns on the ground continued to spread, extending like vines to everyone below.

The soldiers hadn't taken two steps before they collapsed with a bang, turning into a pool of blood.

Surrounding the square were rows of stands, which were now filled with people from Chaoge.

They also pushed and shoved each other, trying to leave this chaotic place.

But the crowd was in a panic, and in their haste to get out, everyone was crammed together, and no one could get out.

Until it was covered by a strange formation and turned into blood.

Clearly, this is not the end; it is merely the beginning.

"Senior brother!"

Yang Jian looked at Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong's expression turned solemn, and the flying golden sword beside him began to tremble rapidly.

"Even if the core of the formation is shattered, the formation is already complete and there is no way to reverse it."

Wen Zhong sighed, as if he could already foresee the scene of Chaoge turning into a sea of ​​blood.

He took out an array plate and casually cast a spell, creating an array barrier that blocked the strange array that was trying to spread towards the high platform.

Then he rose into the air, clasped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoists, please leave quickly. I need to activate the Zhou Tian Star Locking God Formation to deal with this calamity in Chaoge."

The voice just fell.

A series of streaks of light rose up around them; these were the immortals who had originally been observing the ceremony. They had planned to take advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters.

Upon hearing that Wen Zhong was about to activate the Chaoge Grand Formation, he hurriedly left.

Beside him, Yuan Futong's face turned deathly pale, his legs trembling, and he almost fled.

This was something he hadn't anticipated.

This barbarian harbored such thoughts, daring to disrupt the sacrificial ceremony, and even Emperor Yi was harmed by him, his fate unknown.

As the main contributor to escorting the prisoners and bringing back the barbarian leader, he could not escape responsibility.

If we don't leave, we're doomed.

He couldn't help but exchange a glance with Wei Ziqi, both seeing the terror in each other's eyes.

His gaze shifted to the great demon from the North lurking among the crowd. If the demon was willing to help, escaping with him shouldn't be a problem.

The other person turned their head away, as if the two were not acquainted.

Yuan Futong was immediately filled with despair and the thought of retreating began to take root in his heart.

He turned his head and looked around. Finding that everyone was still engrossed in the chaos before him, he decided to slip away.

Staying here would surely mean certain death, but as long as he returns to the North, he will still be the head of the Northern lords.

He hadn't taken more than two steps.

Then a loud shout rang out from behind.

Wen Zhong had somehow already landed on the high platform, and with a wave of his sleeve, he shouted, "Guards! Seize those two traitors, Yuan Futong and Wei Ziqi!"

"Grand Tutor, this was not done by me! It has nothing to do with me."

Yuan Futong defended himself.

"Me too, I had no idea either, Grand Tutor. That barbarian was brought back by Yuan Futong, it has nothing to do with me. Please, Grand Tutor, understand."

Wei Ziqi pleaded with Wen Zhong to show leniency, even shifting all the blame onto Yuan Futong.

All he got in return was a resentful look from Yuan Futong.

Wen Zhong ignored their pleas for mercy and looked sternly at the scene below, where there were clearly no living people left.

"Lord Lin, as long as you make a move, I guarantee that you can take whatever you want from the Northern Territory, just like you did to Lord Shan before."

Seeing that begging for mercy was hopeless, Yuan Futong shouted to the side.

To survive, he had no choice but to pay these prices. That's how these demons are; they won't act until they see a clear benefit.

"Okay! Remember your promise."

A response rang out, the sound seemingly coming from all directions.

Then, a figure appeared beside Yuan Futong in the blink of an eye, put a hand on Yuan Futong, and was about to escape.

As he left with Yuan Futong, his figure just happened to pass by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian hadn't reacted yet, his gaze still fixed on the spot where Yuan Futong had been standing.

Completely unaware that danger was already upon them.

Lin Jun saw Yang Jian, and a murderous intent arose in his heart. He knew that if he just touched him lightly, Yang Jian would surely die.

This is a perfect opportunity to avenge the tragic death of the mountain king.

Although he didn't have a good relationship with the spider demon Shan Jun, he didn't want to avenge her.

But this is the king's will.

This was done casually and effortlessly.

With that thought in mind, he lightly extended his right hand and pointed his finger at Yang Jian's brow.

Everything seemed slow, but that was how he saw it: from leaving his seat to taking Yuan Futong away, and now attacking Yang Jian.

It was just a fleeting moment.

After all, he is Lin Jun, known for his speed. Below the Golden Immortal level, no one can outrun him.

near, near.

He caught a peculiar scent, like the odor of a dead mountain lord.

It emanated from the stunningly beautiful woman beside Yang Jian.

The mountain king was weakened after giving birth, which allowed Yang Jian to take advantage of his vulnerability.

Unexpectedly, his offspring did not die, but instead appeared in this beautiful woman's body.

What was it called again?

Oh, he'd heard Yuan Futong mention her; I think her name was Su Daji.

Lin Jun's mind raced rapidly, while his hands continued to move.

Until their fingers touched the downy hair on Yang Jian's forehead, they saw a bright red eyeball suddenly appear on his forehead, its expression filled with terror.

Scared?

late!

After he kills Yang Jian, he will take back the Mountain Lord's offspring from that woman named Su Daji.

Then he could escape with Yuan Futong without any further thought. Wen Zhong probably hadn't even realized what was happening by then!

The head of the third generation of disciples of the Jie Sect is nothing more than this.

Just as he was feeling a sense of sarcasm, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a golden light out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, a burst of blood erupted.

"Whoosh~"

Then a piercing, soft whistling sound rang out.

Accompanied by a pitiful scream.

The people on the platform came to their senses and realized that there was another person in front of them.

A severed arm was clearly visible on the ground.

The arm, having lost its magical support, transformed into a golden wing, which Wen Zhong casually tucked into his sleeve.

The look of terror in Yang Jian's eyes faded just then.

Demon Eye: "Holy crap! Who's this bastard? He scared the hell out of me!"

Only then did Yang Jian feel waves of crisis exploding in his brain, as if steel needles were piercing his brain.

The demonic eye kept shouting in his mind.

Yang Jian then realized that he had just escaped death.

The Demon Eye sensed the impending danger and emerged to see what the situation was.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a man in gray robes whose outstretched finger was pointing at Yang Jian's brow, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Just when he thought Yang Jian's life was over, he found that the crisis had suddenly been resolved.

When Yang Jian came to his senses, he saw a golden light surrounding him, and within the golden light was the Flying Golden Sword.

He looked at Wen Zhong gratefully; if it hadn't been for Wen Zhong's intervention, he would already be a corpse.

"Wen Zhong!"

The gray-clad man on the ground reached out and covered his remaining half of his right arm, a look of terror flashing in his eyes.

Wen Zhong suddenly attacked, catching him off guard and severing his right arm.

As fellow immortals, Wen Zhong's strength is terrifying!

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