Chapter 240 Defeat the Enemy
Seeing the four generals of the Mo family coming to attack, Yang Jian immediately took the initiative to fight against Mo Liqing and Mo Lihai in the front, and let Nezha fight with Mo Lihong and Mo Lishou.

Mo Liqing holds the Qingfeng sword and Mo Lihai holds the Jade Pipa. In terms of fighting skills, they are the two most powerful among the four generals of the Mo family.

Yang Jian took the initiative to fight these two people out of concern for Nezha and confidence in his own strength.

At this time, Nezha looked at the two ferocious opponents opposite him and excitedly suggested to Yang Jian: "Brother Yang, how about we have a competition? Let's see who can get rid of the opponent first!"

Hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes flashed with fighting spirit. He smiled slightly and replied, "Okay! Let's see who is faster!"

When the four generals of the Mo family heard these words, they were immediately furious.

Mo Lihong roared angrily, and swung the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella in his hand. Two pillars of fire burst out from under Nezha's feet like gushing lava.

Mo Lishou was not to be outdone. After a brief repair, the broken purple gold whip was barely able to be danced again. It immediately turned into a whip shadow, trying to trap Nezha in it.

Nezha was not in a hurry. He spun the Qiankun Circle in his hand, which turned into halos and carried him to avoid Mo Lihong's pillars of fire.

The Fire Spear was like a spirit snake, shuttling through the gaps in the purple gold whip, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Yang Jian did not show any weakness in the face of the joint attack of Mo Liqing and Mo Lihai.

He drew out his sword and slashed out sharp streaks, each of which seemed to tear the air apart, forming a fierce collision with Mo Liqing's Qingfeng sword and Mo Lihai's jade pipa.

Yang Jian stood in the center of the battlefield. Facing Mo Liqing's violent attack, he stood still like a towering mountain.

The four-colored light of earth, water, fire and wind brought by Mo Liqing's Qingfeng sword was dazzling. The power of the four elements gathered at the tip of the sword, but in front of Yang Jian, it was like a spring breeze on his face, unable to shake him at all.

When Mo Liqing saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he still refused to believe it and swung his sword fiercely. The sword light shot out like a meteor.

However, when the sword light hit Yang Jian, it disappeared without a trace like a stone sinking into the sea.

Yang Jian smiled lightly, his shoulders shook slightly, and he swung his sword with his backhand. The sword light was like thunder that split the sky and the earth, and it directly chopped off Mo Liqing's Qingfeng sword, shocking him back repeatedly, and spurting blood from his mouth.

Mo Lihai was shocked when he saw this scene. He hurriedly picked up the jade pipa, and with flying fingertips, he played the soul-stirring magic music.

The sound waves were like substance, attacking Yang Jian, trying to disturb his mind.

However, Yang Jian not only had a strong body, his soul was also extremely tough. At this moment, he closed his ears and soul, as if he was in a silent world, so that the soul-stirring demonic sound had no effect on him.

He walked towards Mo Li Hai step by step, his steps were extremely firm, and each step was steady and powerful, as if every step was hitting Mo Li Hai's heart heavily.

Seeing that the magic sound was ineffective, Mo Lihai's face became even uglier. He roared, plucked the strings of the zither, and shot out countless wind blades and stone spikes, attacking Yang Jian like a storm.

However, these attacks on Yang Jian were like snowflakes falling on a raging fire, and they dissipated instantly.

Yang Jian's body seemed to be made of the hardest divine iron, and no attack could leave any mark on him.

Mo Lihai's eyes were filled with fear, he couldn't believe what he saw. His pipa music had always been successful, but today he was repeatedly frustrated.

Seeing that Mo Lihai had lost his fighting spirit, Yang Jian no longer hesitated, took a step forward, and with the sword flashing like a rainbow, he went straight for Mo Lihai's throat.

Mo Lihai hurriedly raised his pipa to block, but was knocked flying by Yang Jian's sword and fell heavily to the ground.

When the soldiers saw Yang Jian’s divine power, they were all excited and cheered.

Nezha was not to be outdone. His battle with Mo Lihong and Mo Lishou was extremely fierce, with flames and whip shadows interweaving and the sounds of fighting shaking the earth.

Kong Xuan, Li Jing and his wife, and Zhang Kui and his wife stood in the distance and witnessed the entire battle process. They were amazed by Yang Jian's performance.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "Yang Jian's physical strength is rare. He is invulnerable to swords and spears, and is immune to water and fire. He is comparable to the ancient mythical beasts!"

Li Jing and his wife looked at each other, and Li Jing said softly, "This child has not grown up yet. When he really grows up, he will surely be a powerful figure."

Yin Shiniang nodded in agreement, with a look of approval on her face.

"As expected of Brother Yang's descendant, this Yang Jian is no worse than his elder brother."

Zhang Kui and his wife were also shocked by Yang Jian's performance. Zhang Kui whispered: "This kind of person is really a rare talent."

On the other side, Wen Zhong's face looked extremely ugly. He didn't expect that Yang Jian and Nezha were so powerful.

He originally thought that the four generals of the Demon Family would be able to deal with any enemy together, but he did not expect to be easily defeated by Yang Jian. He frowned, thinking about countermeasures in his heart, but he felt powerless.

At this time, Nezha saw that Yang Jian had firmly suppressed Mo Lihai and Mo Liqing, and victory was only a matter of time, and he suddenly felt anxious.

His competitive spirit was stimulated, and unwilling to fall behind, he shouted loudly, and the Qiankun Circle in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling light.

The Qiankun Circle spun rapidly in the air and transformed into thousands of halos, which fell towards Mo Lihong and Mo Lishou like a rainstorm.

Mo Lihong and Mo Lishou were thrown into confusion by this sudden attack. They could originally compete with Nezha, but now they were suppressed by the fierce attack of the Qiankun Circle and could not even raise their heads.

There were so many of them that halos hit his body almost every moment.

Mo Lishou's purple-gold whip seemed pale and powerless under Nezha's violent attack.

The scene suddenly became extremely intense. Nezha's attack was like a raging wave, constantly impacting the defenses of Mo Lihong and Mo Lishou. Their figures looked more and more embarrassed in the encirclement of the Qiankun Circle.

Seeing that he and Mo Lishou were at a disadvantage, Mo Lihong had to use his trump card in the face of Nezha's fierce offensive.

The Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella shook violently in his hand, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, the sun and the moon lost their light, and a powerful suction force formed like a black hole, sucking the Qiankun Circle in one by one.

The light on the umbrella flickered, as if countless circles of heaven and earth were rotating inside it, being swallowed by endless darkness.

Nezha was furious when he saw this. How could he tolerate his treasure being taken away? He immediately took out the Hun Tian Ling, and it flashed with red light and turned into a long rainbow, rushing straight towards the Hun Yuan Treasure Umbrella.

However, as soon as the Hun Tian Ling came into contact with the Hun Yuan Treasure Umbrella, it was like falling into a quagmire, and was firmly sucked in by the powerful suction force, unable to move at all.

Nezha was anxious when he saw that the Hun Tian Ling was also sucked in. He knew that he could not lose these two treasures, so he tried his best to get them back.

But at this moment, he felt a huge suction force pulling him, and his body began to be sucked towards the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella uncontrollably.

Nezha struggled to escape, but the suction of the Hunyuan Umbrella was like an abyss, sucking him tightly and making him unable to escape.

An unprecedented look of fear appeared on Nezha's face. He knew that if he was completely sucked into the Hunyuan Umbrella, the consequences would be disastrous.

At the critical moment, Yang Jian noticed Nezha's crisis in time.

Yang Jian did not hesitate, and rushed to Nezha's side in an instant. He stretched out his arms, as if they were made of steel, and grabbed Nezha firmly.

Yang Jian was so powerful that veins bulged on his arms and his muscles were as hard as sculptures. He used all his strength to pull Nezha out of the suction of the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella.

The two rolled on the ground several times and finally stabilized their bodies.

Nezha was panting and looking pale. He looked at Yang Jian with gratitude in his eyes. Yang Jian had a serious expression on his face. He knew that Mo Lihong's Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella was extraordinary and he had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible.

Li Jing and his wife stood in the distance and witnessed the thrilling scene of Nezha being pulled by the suction of the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella. Their hearts were in their throats.

Li Jing's brows were furrowed, while Yin Shiniang held her husband's arm tightly, her face full of worry.

Fortunately, this worry did not last long.

Soon they saw Yang Jian take action in time and rescue Nezha from danger. The couple felt relieved and smiled with relief on their faces.

At this time, Mo Lihong saw that his Hunyuan Umbrella failed to trap Nezha, and he was furious. He shouted loudly, tightly grasped the umbrella with both hands, and tried his best to activate the magic power in it.

Upon seeing this, Mo Lishou, Mo Liqing and others also rushed over and injected their magic power into it, hoping to subdue these two powerful opponents in one fell swoop.

They knew that in terms of strength, they were no match for Yang Jian and Nezha, so they placed all their hopes on this Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella.

With the combined power of the four people, the power of the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella reached an unprecedented extreme. The light on the umbrella surface became more dazzling, and the powerful suction seemed to be able to suck away everything around it, even the air seemed to be distorted.

Yang Jian and Nezha felt a huge pulling force almost at the same time, and their bodies began to be involuntarily sucked towards the Hunyuan Umbrella.

Nezha's figure floated into the air uncontrollably, while Yang Jian stepped his feet deeply into the ground, as if he wanted to become one with the earth in order to resist the terrible suction.

Nezha struggled, a look of determination appeared on his face, but his body was getting closer and closer to the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian suddenly grabbed Nezha's arm with one hand and thrust his sword into the ground with the other hand. The blade sank deeply into the soil and the handle vibrated, as if it were a solid anchor, firmly locking their bodies.

Nezha felt the power given by Yang Jian, and his fighting spirit was rekindled in his eyes. However, the two bodies were still constantly attracted, getting closer and closer to the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella.

At this critical moment, Li Jing hurriedly turned to Yin Shiniang and said, "Quick, use that!" Yin Shiniang understood and quickly took out an ancient scroll from her arms. It was left to them by Yang Ling and it was said to have the power to suppress all evil spirits.

Yin Shiniang unfolded the scroll with trembling hands, and saw the mysterious runes on the scroll looming in the golden light, as if containing infinite power.

She took a deep breath, put all her mind into the scroll, chanted a spell silently, and prayed for the scroll to manifest its power.

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the scroll, and a deafening dragon roar suddenly came from the sky. A golden light cut through the sky and rushed straight towards the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella.

The golden light was extremely fast and reached the sky above the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella in the blink of an eye, eclipsing the dark light on the umbrella.

The Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella seemed to feel an unprecedented threat, and it shook violently, trying to escape the golden light. But the golden light fell on the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella accurately as if it was destined by heaven.

Under the illumination of the golden light, the suction force of the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella disappeared instantly, and the dark light on the umbrella surface was completely extinguished.

Then, the golden light rolled up the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella, as if capturing a vulnerable insect, and sank into the scroll effortlessly.

The scroll then closed, the golden light dissipated, and everything returned to calm, leaving only Mo Lihong's face filled with horror and disbelief.

His hands were stretched out empty in the air, and the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella had disappeared.

“My Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella! How could my Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella…” Mo Lihong’s voice was full of trembling and fear, and his eyes revealed deep despair.

He never thought that the treasure he was so proud of could be cracked and taken away so easily.

Yang Jian and Nezha took advantage of the moment when the Hunyuan Umbrella lost its power to quickly stabilize their bodies. They looked at each other, with a hint of surprise and relief in their eyes.

Li Jing and his wife were relieved to see that their actions had worked, and they had finally turned the situation around. Yin Shiniang held the scroll tightly, and she knew that this time, they had truly saved the day.

When Mo Lishou and Mo Liqing saw Mo Lihong in such a miserable state, they felt depressed and knew that today's battle might be too late to turn the tide.

A hint of ecstasy flashed in Nezha's eyes, and the fire spear in his hand was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, rushing straight towards the four generals of the Demon Family with raging flames and unparalleled ferocity.

Wherever the tip of the flaming spear pointed, the air seemed to be ignited, and waves of heat swept in all directions. Nezha's figure almost turned into a meteor in the firelight, rushing straight into the enemy camp.

Seeing this, Yang Jian nodded secretly in his heart. He knew that although Nezha was brave, he was young and hot-tempered after all. If something went wrong, how could he just stand by and watch?

So he followed closely behind, with a steady and unhurried pace, making him look very at ease.

The flaming spear drew dazzling streaks of fire in the air, and each streak of fire contained all of Nezha's power.

The four generals of the Demon Family were no match for Nezha and Yang Jian to begin with. Now, after losing the Hunyuan Umbrella, their magic powers were agitated, their minds were uneasy, and they were suddenly in a state of confusion.

Their offensive was disorganized and their defense was in tatters. They were about to be defeated by the fierce attack of Nezha and Yang Jian.

Nezha's attack was like a raging wave, one after another, not giving the four generals of the Demon Family any chance to breathe. His fire spear was like red lightning that shuttled through the battlefield, and every stab was accompanied by the screams of the four generals of the Demon Family.

The sword in Yang Jian's hand was unsheathed again, and the sword light was like frost in winter, cold and sharp.

He moved quickly on the battlefield, and every swing of his sword seemed to cut the air in half.

Under the joint attack of Nezha and Yang Jian, the four generals of the Demon Family were already retreating step by step. Their magic power was gradually exhausted in the constant defense, and they could no longer organize an effective counterattack.

Wen Zhong saw this behind the formation and became extremely anxious.

He knew that if he did not take action, the four generals of the Demon Family would be destroyed here.

He hurriedly ordered the troops to retreat, and at the same time sent several generals to lead elite troops to the battlefield, trying to rescue the four generals of the Mo family who were in desperate situation.

Each of these generals was very skilled. They rushed towards the four generals of the Demon Family like sharp arrows to block the attacks of Yang Jian and Nezha for them.

Under the protection of these generals, the four generals of the Mo family finally had a chance to catch their breath.

Although they suffered serious injuries, they finally managed to stabilize the situation with the help of several generals.

Although Nezha and Yang Jian were brave, they had to curb their offensive in the face of the sudden reinforcements.

The two men saw the four generals of the Demon Family gradually withdrawing from the battlefield under the escort of the generals. Although they felt unwilling, they also knew that continuing to pursue them at this moment would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

Under the protection of their colleagues, the four generals of the Demon Family were finally rescued safely. Their faces no longer had the arrogance and confidence they had before, but were replaced by a mixture of shock and shame.

The four generals of the Mo family returned to Wen Zhong in dejection. There was deep shame in their eyes. They didn't expect that they would be defeated by two young men.

Mo Lihong lowered his head, his voice trembling, "Grandmaster, I am incompetent and failed to defend the position. Please punish me, Grandmaster."

Wen Zhong looked at them, without any anger on his face. He just sighed and shook his head: "It's not your fault. The opponent is too strong. I am also responsible for today's defeat. You don't need to blame yourselves."

When the four generals of the Mo family heard this, they felt a little relieved, but they still could not get over the shame of today.

At the same time, Yang Jian and Nezha returned to the city wall. Kong Xuan stood on the top of the city wall with a sharp gaze. Seeing the two return, he showed joy: "Good! Good! Good! Yang Jian, Nezha, your contribution today is really a blessing for our army!"

Mr. and Mrs. Li Jing and Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Kui were also standing by. They looked at the two young heroes with their hearts filled with satisfaction and approval.

Yin Shiniang had tears in her eyes, and she was obviously overly worried about Nezha's safety.

Zhang Kui and his wife were also all smiles. Zhang Kui patted Nezha on the shoulder and said, "Little Nezha, you have won a great victory for us today!"

Nezha couldn't help but smile proudly when he heard the praise from everyone. He looked at Yang Jian and saw that he was calm and composed, as if he was used to such praise.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, smiling, but the sharpness in his eyes did not diminish: "This is our responsibility, how dare I take credit for it."

Seeing this, Nezha also imitated Yang Jian's attitude, restrained his smile, and appeared more stable: "Nezha also tried his best, fortunately, everyone helped."

Kong Xuan was even happier to see the two men being so humble. He waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. "In today's battle, you have done a great deed. I will report this to His Majesty. Please record your merits first and you will be rewarded handsomely in the future!"

Yang Jian and Nezha looked at each other, both feeling at ease.

For them, rewards and merits are not important.

They just want to take advantage of this opportunity to hone their skills.

Kong Xuan stood on the city wall, looking around at the soldiers below. His voice was steady and powerful: "Generals, although today's battle has come to an end, the enemy has not retreated yet. We must not be arrogant and underestimate the enemy. We must strengthen our vigilance, especially at night, and be on high alert to prevent the enemy from attacking at night."

When the generals heard Kong Xuan's order, they all nodded and agreed, and left one by one. They knew that the war was not yet decided, and any slackness could lead to disaster.

Li Jing and his wife held the mysterious scroll and led Yang Jian and Nezha towards Yang Mansion.

They were extremely surprised that they were able to successfully subdue the Hunyuan Umbrella this time, and they were also full of curiosity about the power contained in the scroll.

Arriving at Yang's residence, Li Jing told Yang Ling everything. Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then slowly unfolded the scroll.

The mysterious runes on the scroll flickered again, and as Yang Ling chanted the spell, an invisible force was released from the scroll.

The Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella slowly appeared before everyone's eyes. It was quietly suspended in the air, having lost its former majesty and mystery.

Yang Ling waved his fingers lightly, and the light on the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella gradually dimmed. Then, the treasures that had been sucked into the umbrella before fell down one after another, as gorgeous and dazzling as a rainbow after the rain.

Seeing this, Nezha hurried forward. His Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling were among those treasures. He quickly reached out to catch them, and felt the familiar aura of Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling. He was immediately overjoyed, and a smile that was difficult to conceal appeared on his face.

He turned around and saluted Yang Ling, "Thank you, Uncle Yang. If you hadn't left me this trick, I would have been sucked in today! This treasure might have been lost."

Yang Ling waved his hand and smiled faintly: "No need to be polite."

Li Jing and Yin Shiniang also smiled and nodded. They also felt relieved when they saw Nezha regain the treasure.

Yang Ling turned his gaze to Nezha, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "Nezha, you were brave and courageous in this battle, and your attack was like a storm. You are a pioneer. You will become a great man in the future!"

Hearing this praise, Nezha was excited and showed an unconcealed joy on his face. He straightened his chest, his eyes gleamed with a more determined light, and secretly vowed to work harder in the future to live up to everyone's expectations.

Then, Yang Ling turned to Yang Jian and said with a smile: "Yang Jian, you made decisions based on your actions and remained calm in this battle. You did a great job."

When Yang Jian heard the compliment, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face. He shook his head slightly and responded modestly: "Father, you are too kind. I was a little careless and failed to see through the Hunyuan Umbrella in time, which almost put Nezha and I in danger."

Yang Ling smiled slightly and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be modest.

His eyes became serious: "Nezha, Yang Jian, although you performed well this time, the battlefield is unpredictable and there are still many omissions.

Nezha, although you are brave, you are sometimes too impulsive. You need to learn to control your emotions and never let the enemy take advantage of you. Yang Jian, although you are steady, you need to be more vigilant against the enemy's tricks and not let down your guard at all. "

After hearing this, the two felt a little ashamed, but they knew that Yang Ling's words were for their own good, and they nodded seriously to show that they understood.

Nezha and Yang Jian smiled at each other. They both understood that this experience was a valuable lesson and an opportunity for growth.

Yang Ling was satisfied to see that the two had a positive attitude. He knew that the two young men had unlimited potential. As long as they were properly guided, they would surely shine on the battlefield in the future.

As night fell, the atmosphere in Yang's house gradually calmed down.

Under the guidance of Yang Ling, Nezha and Yang Jian reflected on the gains and losses of this battle. At the same time, they silently set new goals in their hearts, determined to perform better in future battles.

As night falls, stars dot the boundless sky, and a waning moon hangs in the sky, casting a faint silver light.

Outside the silent city of Chaoge, a huge military camp stood quietly, surrounded by high wooden fences and guard towers, guarding the safety of the camp.

Inside the camp, the flickering firelight illuminated the tired faces of the soldiers.

They sat around the campfire, talking in low voices or cleaning their weapons in the firelight, preparing for tomorrow's battle. The armor shone coldly in the firelight, and the spears and swords looked particularly sharp in the night.

The tents were arranged in an orderly manner, with the commander's tent in the middle and the soldiers' tents around it.

Occasionally, a gust of night wind blew, and the curtains of the tent swayed gently, making a rustling sound. In the center of the camp, a military flag fluttered in the night wind. It was also the flag of Da Shang.

In the distance, the war horses were pacing restlessly in the stable, occasionally neighing once or twice, as if they were also waiting for the arrival of dawn.

The soldiers took turns on night duty, patrolling the camp vigilantly to make sure no enemy had sneaked in.

On this quiet night, everything in the military camp seemed to be shrouded in a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Although it was dark and silent all around, the soldiers' hearts were filled with desire for victory and longing for home.

As the night deepened, the camp gradually became quiet, with only the occasional barking of dogs and the howling of wolves in the distance breaking the silence.

At this moment, the lights in Wen Zhong's tent were still bright, as if it were daytime.

Wen Zhong was sitting at the desk, frowning, looking worried. He was playing with a golden whip in his hand, but his eyes seemed to penetrate the thick tent and look into the darkness in the distance.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was gently lifted, and a figure walked in. The person who came was Yu Qing, Wen Zhong's family general and disciple. His steps were light and his expression was full of concern.

"Master, what are you worried about?" Yu Qing walked to Wen Zhong and asked softly.

Wen Zhong raised his head, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "The four generals of the Mo family have been defeated. I have no one to use now. If we lose this battle, we will all become sinners."

Yu Qing frowned slightly when he heard this, but soon a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He approached Wen Zhong and whispered, "Master, this matter is not difficult to solve. You just need to go to Jin'ao Island to ask for help."

When Wen Zhong heard this, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a bright look. He put down the golden whip in his hand, and his eyes became firm again: "Jin'ao Island? Yes, there is indeed the power we need there."

Yu Qing was relieved when he saw that Zhong suddenly understood. He continued, "There are many masters of the sect on Jin'ao Island. As long as we can get their help, we will be able to turn the tide."

Wen Zhong stood up and walked to the door of the tent with firm steps. He looked at the stars in the night sky, as if he had seen the dawn of victory: "Then prepare immediately. Tomorrow morning, I will set off for Jin'ao Island."

(End of this chapter)