Chapter 796: Infinite Dao Sea
"Young man, you, Jiejiao, have bullied my demon clan too much. Even if I explode myself 10,000 times, I will stop you from proving your truth."
Di Jun traveled through time and space and came to Yang Jiao. His magic power was so violent that he exploded in front of Yang Jiao.
He had seen Lu Ya and the star official of the Pleiades and knew that he would have no children or grandchildren and no successors. Yang Jiao had repeatedly plotted against Lu Ya, so Di Jun, as a father, naturally wanted to avenge Lu Ya.
If a top master exploded himself in the outside world, half of the prehistoric world would suffer. However, this is Guixu, a place of imprisonment without life or death.
Faced with Di Jun's self-explosion, Yang Jiao was unmoved.
When he knew that this was Guixu, he thought of this. In this place, he was the only living person, and everyone else was a dead ghost.
A group of people who had died long ago could self-explode at a fixed time and place, and overtime, and they would not die anyway.
Zheng!
Yang Jiao waved his hand, intercepting immortals, demons, gods, and luck. Seven magic swords formed a formation in an instant.
The set in his hand was not a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, but a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
Back then, he obtained seven innate immortal spiritual lights from the Zixiao Palace, spent countless merits, countless treasures, and the bodies of seven Daluo Jinxian-level chaotic creatures, and only then cultivated these seven magic swords.
Especially merits, only merits can speed up the formation of top-grade innate spiritual treasures, even time acceleration can't.
The Yuan Universe is making a fortune every day, and 99% of his merits are used on this set of formations. Others really can't imitate it.
In an instant, a formation spirit covered with formation runes appeared on Yang Jiao's body. This formation spirit wrapped Yang Jiao's whole body like armor.
Regardless of whether Emperor Jun was in his prime or not, he was self-destructing. If he didn't activate the Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation, Yang Jiao was worried that the Chaos Bell would be blown away.
Back then, Taiyi died under the self-destruction of the ancestor witch. This ancestor witch self-destructed, that ancestor witch self-destructed, no matter how strong the Chaos Bell's defense was, it couldn't withstand it.
The Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation was formed, and a destructive aura permeated every inch of the virtual space of Guixu.
Crack, crack, crack!
Before Yang Jiao exerted any strength, batches of Daluo Jinxian were wiped out.
Guiling Holy Mother, Lu Ya Daojun, and Pleiades Star Official. These people looked at Yang Jiao unwillingly and disappeared.
The energy of Emperor Jun's self-destruction impacted the front of the formation spirit and disappeared instantly.
"What kind of formation is this?"
A hoarse voice came from among the many powerful people.
Yang Jiao looked at the voice and saw a person wearing a black cloak. This person had no face, no specific shape, and looked like a dark gas.
In the prehistoric world, the only one who could have such a face was the left guardian elder of the Demon Cult.
Yang Jiao raised his hand and a beam of light immediately pierced through, hitting the Shadow Demon. He did not feel relieved, because he could not kill these powerful beings who turned into disasters.
"Fellow Taoists, let's self-destruct together. I don't believe that we can't break his defense with so many people self-destructing together."
Among all the powerful beings, Di Jun hated Yang Jiao the most. After he recovered, he immediately called on everyone to come together.
"Okay! As long as we succeed in blocking the way, we can return to the prehistoric world in advance."
Di Jun quickly received the response of everyone.
These powerful beings did not fight with Yang Jiao, and they rushed to Yang Jiao and self-destructed without caring about their lives.
If so many powerful beings self-destructed in the prehistoric world, they could blow through the heaven and earth. The horror of its power can be imagined.
However, relying on the protection of the spirit of the Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation, Yang Jiao managed to withstand the series of human bomb explosions.
Yang Jiao was in the center of the explosion, and his expression did not change at all. Circles of sword light rippled out, and those revived and reorganized great powers were annihilated again.
These great powers could not imagine that the Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation had such power. The power of this formation may not reach the level of the Zhoutian Star Formation, but it is definitely ten times stronger than the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
If it was the Zhuxian Sword Formation, they would have almost broken it if they sent four great masters. But this Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation is a combination of human and formation, and the power of the formation is completely integrated with the power of the master of the formation. There is no way to break the formation except to break it with force.
After hundreds of consecutive deaths, the great powers finally realized that their obstruction had lost its meaning. They continued to fight with Yang Jiao, which only caused them to die a few more times.
"It's a pity that I don't have the Star Banner in my hand, so I can't set up the Zhoutian Star Array. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to destroy Yang Jiao today."
"Sister Hou Tu, I'll leave the outside world to you. Xuanmen has one more saint who proves the truth with strength, and the future of my Wu clan is getting harder and harder."
Di Jun and Di Jiang looked at Yang Jiao from a distance, and seeing that Yang Jiao could not be defeated, they took their people and left this space.
After the Wu Li clan retreated, other forces did not stay and scattered.
In the end, only Yang Jiao and the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother were left in the void space.
The Turtle Spirit Holy Mother did not continue to take action. She looked at Yang Jiao with a complicated expression: "Yang Jiao, let me ask you, how is Jiejiao? How are the eldest brother and the others now?"
The disciples of the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother died long ago and entered the Conferred God List. Without the orthodoxy, she could not get incense and sacrifice, and had no idea about the situation in the outside world.
There must be someone to worship the spirit in heaven. If no one worships, ghosts are useless.
Even with the identity of the Turtle Spirit Mother, there is no one to ask in Guixu.
In this way, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother knew nothing about the outside world.
Yang Jiao raised his hand to retract the sword formation, and a ray of light was projected from his head. A traction force pulled him upward. The fairy light was scattered all over the sky, as if he was about to fly to heaven.
He looked down and said expressionlessly: "The Jiejiao is very good."
"Did the eldest brother kill the three corpses and become a saint?"
The Turtle Spirit Holy Mother was very anxious and continued to ask.
This answer was not what she wanted to hear. She hoped that Duobao Taoist would prove the truth before Yang Jiao.
However, Yang Jiao smiled at this question and did not answer it at all. With a flash of divine light, Yang Jiao had disappeared in this space.
Repelling the great powers of the heavens was just the first step to prove the truth with force. Next, Yang Jiao will face the Heavenly Dao and confront it head-on.
As soon as he entered the new space, Yang Jiao immediately felt a tremendous pressure. This pressure came from all directions and penetrated everywhere. Every inch of his skin was oppressed by this force.
He looked around and saw that he had entered a vast, bottomless sea.
The sea is immeasurable, and every drop of seawater is composed of the purest power of heaven. A drop of seawater falling on the prehistoric world is equivalent to a full-strength attack from a Burning Lamp Taoist.
A Burning Lamp Taoist is not scary, just like the floor tiles of a sacred basement. But a Burning Lamp Taoist in the vast ocean has so much power that it makes people despair.
