It turns out that this is the God of Wealth in the future.

Zhao Gongming, a disciple of the Tongtian Sage, has a prestige comparable to that of the senior brother Duobao Daoren, and has a wide range of friends, but his skills are a little incompatible with his identity, but he has three strong sisters.

Pit three girls, three Xiao Niangniang!

When the gods were sealed, Zhao Gongming was killed by Lu Press, which provoked Sanxiao Niangniang to seek revenge, setting off the peak duel of the battle of the gods......

These are all later words, so I won't mention them for the time being.

Yang Jian glanced at Zhao Gongming, who looked mediocre and unremarkable, but was smiling and kind, and sighed bitterly in his heart.

That's it, they fought and killed like this, but they couldn't kill the king and demon, and the final result could only fall on their face......

How could Yang Jian give Zhao Gongming a good face at this time?

He arched his hand, his face was a little cold, and he snorted first before saying, "I've seen Master Zhao Gongming." ”

"Why should Senior Brother Yang Jian's nephew be polite," Zhao Gongming smiled, and he was also a little sneering, but his voice was as warm as a pearl and jade, "Senior Brother Yuding has taught such an outstanding apprentice, it is really a blessing for my Daomen." ”

Taiyi Zhenren showed no mercy, and the orchids in his hands fell one by one, "Senior Brother Zhao Gongming said this, I'm afraid it's a little funny." If you really think that my master and nephew are the mainstay of the Dao Sect in the future, why do you let the disciples of your and my generation come to chase and kill?"

"Wang Mo, what the hell is going on!" Zhao Gongming looked at Wang Mo, with some annoyance in his eyes.

Wang Mo smiled sadly, and knelt down and kowtowed directly to Zhao Gongming, "Please also ask senior brother to help me! This Yang Jian'er killed my apprentice for no reason, if I can't avenge the apprentice, I might as well die!"

"Oh?" Zhao Gongming's eyes narrowed, he looked at Yang Jian, and asked, "Why did Yang Jian's nephew kill my sect disciple for no reason?"

Yang Jian thought in his heart that he could make an angry appearance at this time and not answer.

If you can let Taiyi Shibo and Zhao Gongming fight, then you may be able to take the opportunity to let Taiyi Shibo destroy the king demon, and then take out the photo jewel by himself......

"Hmph!" Yang Jian turned his head and did not answer.

Wang Mo was full of sorrow and said: "Senior brother, you can also see it, this son has already confessed his sins!"

"Sin?" Taiyi Zhenren knew the cause and effect, but this Yang Jian's uncle and Yang Jian's temper were also quite similar, and at this time, he guessed Yang Jian's meaning and decided to push the boat with the water.

Taiyi Zhenren sneered: "Don't say that my nephew killed your apprentice and didn't kill your apprentice, it's still inconclusive, even if he really killed, so what?"

Zhao Gongming was furious when he heard this, "Senior Brother Taiyi is too domineering, isn't the disciple of my sect a disciple?"

"The three sects of the Daomen are in the same lineage, but your disciples are not successful," Taiyi Zhenren chuckled, "Blame me?"

"Senior Brother Taiyi!" Zhao Gongming's good face was put away, and he flicked his sleeves.

The six Da Luo who were fighting in the distance just flew here, and the third on the left and the third on the right confronted each other far behind Taiyi Zhenren and Zhao Gongming, and all of them were also burning with fighting spirit and anger.

Taiyi is really humane: "Seeing that a few juniors and disciples are so warlike, if you don't do it today, I'm afraid you won't be able to expose it." ”

"That's what I mean," Zhao Gongming didn't have a clay temper, raised his hand to take Wang Mo over, sealed it directly with an immortal talisman, put it in his sleeve, and then pointed to the sky, "It's inconvenient to use it here, and the sky will come to fight!"

Zhao Gong said clearly, and then looked at the three brothers of Jiulong Island behind him, afraid that they would have another incident here, so he said: "Three junior brothers, come with me." ”

"I am willing to help my senior brother!" Li Xingba and the three agreed in unison.

The three Da Luo behind Taiyi Zhenren also immediately said: "Please also ask Senior Brother Taiyi to seek justice for Yang Jian's nephew!

"Good!"

"Let's go!"

The two great powers and the six great Luo Qi exerted their magical powers, and immediately turned into two streams of light and rushed straight to the sky, and went to the outer world in the blink of an eye.

Masters of this level like Taiyi Zhenren and Zhao Gongming will mostly go to the outside of the world when fighting, for fear of shattering the desolate land and being punished by the Heavenly Dao.

Outside the sky refers to the vast area between the edge of the Chaos Sea and the Heavenly Court, with the power of endless stars, and the vitality is also very violent, and non-Golden Immortal Dao people cannot set foot in it.

Just in the blink of an eye, they all flew away?

Yang Jian sat in the air with his butt and exhaled a long breath, followed by a grin.

He didn't know how many bones were broken, and he sat there cross-legged at this time, and immediately repaired it with Xuan Qi, and the pain made his forehead sweat.

Chu Qian drove the fairy clam towards Yang Jian's side, and Yang Xiaochan was already a little prostrated and almost unable to stand.

Watching Yang Jian fight with others, she was really more frightened than when she played in person. And Yang Xiaochan felt even more useless in her heart, and wanted to find a place to practice well, so as not to ......

But Chu Qian beside her was a golden immortal demon, and when Yang Jian encountered the enemy, she could only hide from afar, and the sound of the piano could not be conveyed.

I'm just a heavenly immortal cultivator, how long should I cultivate to help my brother?

In fact, according to the original story of splitting the mountain, Yang Jian's splitting the mountain to save his mother was a model of Daomen's 'pressure' on Heaven before the gods.

Yang Jian, with the prestige of Yuding Zhenren, split Peach Mountain and rescued his mother, and Heavenly Court did not dare to stop him.

But Yang Jian chose another path, fought against the heavenly court alone, calculated with the Jade Emperor, and did not rely on the coercion of the Daomen, he became famous all over the world early, and also provoked many strong enemies early.

This is indeed Yang Jian's rapid growth, whether it is mentality, strategy or combat power, the price that can be paid is such a constant war and danger.

"If I'm not here, can my brother be more open?" Yang Xiaochan muttered in a low voice.

Chu Qian was silent, glanced at Ao Xinke, but found that Ao Xinke had never moved, and was slightly suspicious.

The fairy mussel is still more than thirty miles away from Yang Jian, and Yang Jian has actually just sat down and started to heal, and something happened suddenly!

It's not just that Yang Jian didn't expect it, I'm afraid that Taiyi Zhenren, Zhao Gongming and others, who thought that Yang Jian was already safe, didn't expect it at all!

Someone dared to suddenly appear and calculate Yang Jian after the masters of the two sects left......

Say it's too late, then it's too soon!

Yang Jian suddenly had an alarm in his heart, and when he opened his eyes and looked diagonally ahead, he saw that a figure seemed to be flying in the sky, wrapped in a heavy fog.

I heard a scolding voice that was neither male nor female: "If you are kept, it will really cause endless harm! Don't blame me for being a ruthless uncle!"

I saw a red line spreading in the sky and rushing towards Yang Jian!

What is that?

It's a flying knife! It's blood-red, but it's extremely sharp, with an astonishing chill!

Yang Jian didn't know this Blood Transformation Divine Sword, but he knew that the one who shot at this time must be the real black hand who used Wang Demon's apprentice to make a full calculation behind his back!

But Yang Jian really didn't expect that the other party would dare to appear at this time, wasn't he afraid that Uncle Taiyi would suddenly return?

At this time, there was no time to think about it, Yang Jian could only barely raise the spikless spear while sitting there, but the flying knife was very weird, and Yang Jian felt that he couldn't use this knife at the moment!

"Little ......"

The collar was suddenly pulled down, and Yang Jian was a little caught off guard, but he didn't notice the 'hostility' behind him.

He was dragged to the side and fell to his stomach, his shoulder hurting, and he could barely hold the spear.

I didn't have time to look at the injury, so I looked up to the side first, and couldn't help but be a little anxious......

"Xinke! Why are you! Go back quickly! This person is probably the Great Luo of the Quasi-Saint Realm!"

At the last moment, who dragged him down, who was not Ao Xinke?

On the fairy mussel, Ao Xinke's motionless figure slowly drifted away......

"Small, be careful!" Ao Xinke originally wanted to say this, but only then did he say it, and his hand was raised, and he tapped Yang Jian's shoulder for a while.

Yang Jian looked at his shoulder, and Ao Xinke had already tore the clothes on Yang Jian's shoulder.

I saw that there was a piece of flesh and blood on Yang Jian's shoulder, and a thin black smoke floated out of a hair-like wound......

What is the name of the throwing knife?

In fact, Yang Jian didn't know that this Blood Transformation Divine Sword was a vicious magical power, but there were several people in the sect who practiced it.

And the divine knife that shot at Yang Jian was urged by the quasi-saint with mana, which could naturally break through Yang Jian's treasure body, and it was even more poisonous, just wanting to let a blow kill Yang Jian.

But Ao Xinke seemed to know the way to detoxify, and after a few light taps on Yang Jian's shoulder, a stream of black blood came out of his hand, and Yang Jian's wound healed immediately.

"Very, very powerful, powerful, poisonous. ”

Ao Xinke frowned and looked at Yang Jian, with some worry in his eyes.

Yang Jian couldn't help but chuckle, grabbed the pointless gun and stood up, without saying a word, stopping her behind him.

Even in the face of the quasi-saint power, Yang Jian has to protect his fiancée and needs to die in front of her!

"Hmph!" The person who sent out the Blood Transformation Divine Sword scolded angrily, raised his hand and summoned the blood mist in the sky, and the blood mist turned into a hideous giant beast and pounced towards Yang Jian and Ao Xinke.

This person still sneered in the words that were neither male nor female: "Just a princess of the dragon clan!

Yang Jian took a deep breath and grabbed the pointless spear, before he could move, the hideous beast had already opened its big mouth and swallowed him and Ao Xinke in one gulp!

The road is alone!

Yang Jian could only throw alone at this time and hit his strongest blow! Let him die in vain, he was absolutely unwilling!

But suddenly, Yang Jian felt a vast fluctuation behind him......

It was as if the power of the water element in this heaven and earth was surging behind him at this moment, and as soon as he turned his head to look, he couldn't help but stare for a while.

Ao Xinke's body was covered with faint ripples at this time, like a peerless fairy in the mirror, but his hands quickly formed a complicated magic seal.

"Broken. ”

In the cherry lips that were originally a little stammering, a word gently protruded.

I heard a dragon groan coming from under my feet, and in the roaring explosion, nine huge water dragons rose into the sky, directly scattering the hideous beast condensed by the blood mist! There was even a mysterious and mysterious Dao rhyme lingering around Yang Jian's body, enveloping Yang Jian gently.

This is!

Master has said that this kind of strange rhyme between the saints and mortals!

Sushui is too mysterious!

Half-step quasi-saint, Ao Xinke!