Yang Jian's eyes fell on the blue-gray Paving Brick.
He can feel it.
A familiar and vast aura is emanating from the piece of Paving Brick.
That aura made him awed from the depths of Divine Soul.
It's Master.
Even if there are only very faint traces left.
Yang Jian will never admit his mistake.
It was this aura that contained some kind of truth beyond his understanding, erasing the existence of Queen Mother from its roots.
Master.
Yang Jian silently recited these two words in his heart.
The coldness in his eyes turned into a bit of warmth and gratitude.
He knew that it was Master who took action in secret and rescued him.
Otherwise, although he is confident that he can defeat Illusion Realm by his own will, it will definitely take a lot of effort.
Queen Mother may even take the opportunity to hurt Divine Soul.
But Master's move was simple, direct, and brutal.
But with an unparalleled domineering attitude.
There is Master here.
No matter how big the world is, no one can deceive him.
In front of Master, the so-called Supreme-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and the so-called Quasi-Saint Powerhouse are ridiculously fragile.
Yang Jian stepped forward and walked to the piece of Paving Brick.
He bent down.
Under the gazes of Heavenly Court and all Immortals and Gods, they stretched out their hands and picked up the murderous weapon that had just created the myth.
Get it with Paving Brick.
Heavy.
There are no energy fluctuations.
It feels rough and cold to the touch.
Just an ordinary stone.
The Ultimate Emperor's Might above has dissipated without leaving any trace after completing its mission of striking a decisive blow.
Return to nature.
Non-stick Karma.
Yang Jian brought the piece of Immortal-Striking Brick to his eyes and looked at it carefully.
He seemed to be able to see through this ordinary brick and see the figure of Cyan Robe in Ruined Temple who was bored and threw Paving Brick casually.
The lip line was slightly lifted.
This was the first time he smiled since he set foot on Heavenly Court.
Then, he made an action that stopped the hearts of all the gods.
He gently weighed the piece of Paving Brick twice on the palm of his other hand.
Snap.
Snap.
Movements are casual and natural.
Just like a common warrior testing the weapons in his hands before going into battle.
However, in the eyes of the Heavenly Court gods, this action was no less than the god of death shaking his sickle.
"Gudong!"
I didn't know who it was, so I swallowed hard.
This voice was extremely clear in front of the dead silence of the Lingxiao Palace.
Immediately afterwards.
Wow.
It was as if some kind of chain reaction had been triggered.
All the Immortals and Gods who were still awake, whether they were those Star Lords who were seriously injured, or those civil servants who were lucky enough not to be affected, all of them were like cats whose tails were stepped on, and they all retreated backwards.
One step.
Ten steps.
A hundred steps.
They used the fastest speed in their lives to get away from the white figure holding Paving Brick.
It seems that if you slow down a little bit, you will be named and killed by that brick.
Their faces were filled with bone-deep fear.
Their bodies were shaking like leaves falling in the wind.
The teeth were also chattering uncontrollably.
The scene just now cast a huge shadow on them.
That piece of Paving Brick is no longer a weapon in their eyes.
It is a symbol.
A death symbol that represents unreasonableness, disregard of rules, and a decisive blow.
Now, this death symbol falls into the hands of Yang Jian.
A Physical Body, the god of death who was already invincible, now has a supreme weapon that can shatter even Supreme-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure with one blow.
How to fight this?
No.
How to live like this?
For a time, an extremely strange scene formed in front of the Lingxiao Palace.
One person is Yang Jian, holding Paving Brick, standing in the center.
Around him, there was a huge vacuum area hundreds of steps in diameter.
All Heavenly Court Immortals and Gods are crowded at the edge of the vacuum zone.
They were trembling, their faces were pale, and they were looking at him in horror like they were looking at prehistoric Demon God.
It seemed that as long as he weighed the Paving Brick, their Divine Soul would leave the body on the spot.
Yang Jian ignored the reactions of those wastes.
After weighing Paving Brick, he felt that it felt quite comfortable, so he put it into his storage space.
This is the first magic weapon given by Master.
It is of great significance.
It must be treasured well.
Even if it only has commemorative significance, it is still worthy of his solemn keeping.
After doing all this, he raised his head.
The pair of eyes that regained their coldness once again looked past the trembling immortals and locked onto the final target.
Sitting paralyzed under Dragon Throne, he was already scared to death.
Jade Great Emperor!