Yang Jiao raised the hammer in his hand high up, and his fierce attacks continued to accumulate power. Since he had encountered the Mighty Miracle God today, there was no reason for him to let this guy go.
Mighty Miracle God, who had lost his weapon, was no match for Yang Jiao. He was completely crushed.
The Curtain Rollers General, who was harassing Yang Jiao like a fly, had too few tricks up his sleeves. He was too little of a threat to Yang Jiao, and he didn't even look him in the eye.
"Puchi!"
A mouthful of golden blood spurted out. The Mighty Miracle God, who was also transformed from a stone, had extraordinary physical strength, but when it met Yang Jiao, it could only be beaten up.
Each of Yang Jiao's attacks carried a tremendous force. Since he attacked, it was a moment of lightning.
"Humph!"
Once again, he sent the Curtain General who was harassing him flying. This time, Yang Jiao was really angry.
"Thunder!"
The purple lightning hammer in his hand burst with endless purple light. From the dark clouds in the sky, blue dragon-like lightning kept falling, accurately bombarding the curtain.
"Now you know your place!"
Yang Jiao's expression was fierce as he looked at the blood-stained Mighty Miracle God, his eyes filled with dense killing intent.
"You must die today!"
Yang Jiao held the purple lightning hammer in his hand, and streaks of terrifying purple light flashed. The hammer was not swung quickly. It was impossible for a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, whose mind flickered with thousands of thoughts, to attack them.
However, things were just so strange. No matter how Mighty Miracle God dodged, the huge hammer would always hit his body. It would have been fine if it was just that firm.
The power of each hammer was comparable to the attack of a late-stage Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. If not for the Mighty Miracle God's stone body, his physical body would have collapsed after three strikes.
Even so, he really did not have much confidence in Yang Jiao's fifth hammer strike.
"Brat, you dare!"
A loud shout sounded from the horizon, and a phenomenon descended. It was a huge palm that covered the sky.
The huge palm was condensed from endless spiritual energy. As the spiritual energy was sucked out, the originally huge palm had already transformed into a huge palm that was 30,000 meters tall. It carried a strong sense of oppression as it attacked Yang Jiao.
"Ha!"
How could Yang Jiao not know who was behind this? The corner of his mouth twitched with disdain, and his hand movements did not stop at all. They were still as slow as ever, as if he was not afraid of the incoming attack.
"No!"
Mighty Miracle God felt the aura of death under this attack. It roared and crossed its arms to block Yang Jiao's hammer.
However, this was all the power that Yang Jiao had completely erupted with. Coupled with the use of the Law of Strength, it was equivalent to the power of the previous two hammers.
At the same time, this hammer was much slower than the previous one. It seemed that Yang Jiao's hammer had a weight that even he could not swing.
In fact, this was just a shallow use of the Law of Strength.
"Rumble!"
No matter how slow the attack was, Mighty Miracle God found it difficult to dodge. He was completely locked onto.
"Bang!"
A slightly dull collision sound rang out. The huge hammer body smashed into the Mighty Miracle God's body, and a golden blood mist immediately burst out.
"Uh-huh!"
The Mighty Miracle God's bell-like eyes glared fiercely at Yang Jiao, and cracks appeared on its skin.
"Haha! You can't escape either!"
The Mighty Miracle God smiled sadly, as if it did not care much about the dying vitality.
"Boom!"
"Die!"
A loud shout came from the sky again, but this voice contained endless anger. This time, Haotian was really angry.
"Humph!"
Yang Jiao's expression remained the same. He did not seem to care about the palm that was only a thousand feet away from him. This was because when this huge hand appeared, Yang Jiao received Tongtian's voice transmission.
"I'm not afraid!"
Thinking of the Saint standing behind him, Yang Jiao could not help but smile. At the same time, he thought to himself,'It's a pity."But we won't be able to see Haotian fly into a rage!”
In the blink of an eye, the huge palm that covered the sky was about to approach Yang Jiao, and the entire sky became clear.
The clouds that had been suppressed and turned messy returned to normal, and the sky was clear for tens of thousands of miles.
On the ancient tree crown, birds jumped onto the branches as if they were very happy. Purple qi rose from the sky, and the phantom of a crane soared into the sky.
"Scatter!"
A voice that seemed to have come from an ancient time suddenly stopped the giant hand in the sky.
It was the birth of a Sage. He had the power to command the law. This was the power of a Sage. He was parasitic on the Heavenly Dao. He was immortal and had the ability to control the Untainted Land.
Yang Jiao's expression was calm as his body shrank back to its original shape. He knew that he would be fine.
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Above Heavens, Soaring Heaven King Palace.
At this moment, all the immortal officials were shocked as they looked at the scene in the Hao Tian Mirror.
What happened today was too shocking. First, the Giant Divine Body died, and then the seemingly extraordinary Haotian Jade Emperor's hand in the air changed everyone's opinion of the often temperamental Jade Emperor.
However, when the saints made their move, they were truly shocked and speechless.
In front of a Saint, the power of a Quasi-Saint was disintegrated with just one word. It was too terrifying.
" Saint!!"
Hao Tian's face was ashen. He clenched his fists tightly. Hatred flashed in his eyes, but more than that, there was desire.
Haotian was the Master of the Heavenly Court appointed by the Ancestor of Dao, the supreme existence in the whole Untainted Land, and he was in the Sage-to-be Realm. However, he could do nothing against the Sages.
Because below the sage, all are ants.
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Yang Jiao bowed to the distant horizon, but he was thanking Tongtian for taking action.
Yang Jiao looked at the Curtain Rollers General with a shocked expression from the corner of his eye. He pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Forget it. Killing Mighty Miracle God has already disgraced the entire Heavenly Court. If we kill another Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Haotian will definitely go crazy!”
Yang Jiao knew that although the Heavenly Court looked glorious, there were very few Primordial Unity Golden Immortals. If he killed two Primordial Unity Golden Immortals in one day, Haotian would attack him even if he had to risk being a Saint.
Although he was not afraid, it was inevitable that the other party would not secretly trip him up. As the saying went, it was easy to dodge an open spear but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.
After figuring it out, Yang Jiao did not look at the curtain again. Instead, he turned into a beam of light and flew toward the sky, chasing after Yang Jian and Yaoji.
However, it was difficult to find Yang Jian and Yaoji's traces after such a short delay. However, Yang Jiao had his own ways.
Pulling off a strand of his hair, Yang Jiao's Dharmic powers surged, and the mysterious Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams appeared in the void.
The Innate Eight Trigrams could be said to be the number one magical technique in the Primordial World. At this moment, under the guidance of Yang Jiao's own bloodline, he quickly obtained the result.
"The north!"
A red figure flashed and arrived in front of Yang Jiao, sticking out her pink tongue and acting cute.
"You bastard, I don't know where you went during the battle, but you came up right after the battle!”
Yang Jiao scolded with a smile.
"Woof woof woof!"
The person who came was Hong Guoguo. When he heard Yang Jiao's words, he immediately did not like to hear it. He kept shouting, wanting to explain something.
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