"Drinking with others hurts your baby, and drinking with you hurts your life. ”

It's still the little clear lake, or the little flat boat, and the sluggish sloppy old man is cowering in the stern, and his fingers are sliding in the water boringly.

Yang Jian patted him on the back on the side, and the blood stains had already been cleaned up.

"Senior, take it easy, stay here to enjoy the bright moon. Yang Jian comforted Bai Ze seriously, just like the reason why the old man who was slapped by him was injured was not because of him.

Bai Ze snorted, Yang Jian laughed twice, and when Bai Ze recovered almost, he sat on the boat and continued to wander.

The three-month period that the old gentleman said would pass today, but Yang Jian was not in a hurry at this time, and he was not in a hurry at all......

Yang Jian has been wandering with Bai Ze in this vast world, and with Bai Ze here, he naturally can't hide what happened from the two of them.

Now that it is an eventful season, some people have stretched out their hands to the Amaran Mountain, intending to use Kong Xuan's butcher's knife to deter a certain big force, in order to make that big force jealous of this place, and even withdraw from this world.

The abacus was good, and Bai Ze also praised the person who planned this matter, but in Yang Jian's opinion, these people were really the same as he was back then...... Lost mind.

"Senior, you said that they calculated Kong Xuan like this, wouldn't Kong Xuan go to them to settle accounts afterwards?"

Yang Jian frowned and asked with a wine glass.

Old man Bai Ze yawned, and his spirits were a little sluggish.

Within 100 days, he vomited blood twice in a row, and each time it was half a zhang high, even if he was powerful, he couldn't hold it! Not to mention that he was still a great power that was out of breath, and he didn't have any luck on his body, but he just ate and waited for death.

Kong Xuan's weakness lies in his conceit. Even if he saw through the other party's calculations, as long as someone dared to rush into the big array of Ao Luo Mountain, then no matter what the reason, no matter which force it was," Bai Ze lightly spat out three words, "I will die." ”

Yang Jian was silent, after suffering this loss, he actually began to firmly believe in a truth-

It doesn't matter how many forces there are behind you, no matter how deep your feet are, if you want to gain a foothold in this wilderness, you still have to rely on your own fists, or you still have to rely on your real strength.

Yang Jian stretched his arm and asked casually, "How long do you say I will be able to cultivate before I can reach the realm of Kong Xuan?"

"You?" Bai Ze smirked, "There are some realms that can not be built up by time, and some supernatural powers cannot be comprehended by the day after tomorrow." Everything has gains and losses, and Kong Xuan's gains and losses, you almost already know. What's more, you think that those saints are high and omnipotent, but you don't know, they give more. ”

"What about you, senior?"

"I, I ......"

Bai Ze lay on the boat and watched the clouds rise and fall in the sky, his eyes gradually became cloudy, and gradually clear, he didn't say anything for a long time, and finally just sighed softly.

Half a generation of fame is loess, and Shaohua is no longer bitter.

"I'm thinking now, when Liuya comes out again, the first thing I see is me, and I can take her to cheat again, like a pair of grandchildren in the mortal world, how comfortable it is. ”

"Hmm," Yang Jian drank to himself, chuckled lightly when he heard the words, and no longer used Xuan Qi to drive the boat, and drifted with the tide on this mirror-like water.

Comfortable, tranquil, and rare to have such an artistic conception.

It's a pity that this artistic conception is beautiful, and if you stay here for too long, it is easy to be disturbed.

Click!

Then I heard the rumbling thunder explode, and two dark clouds pressed on the east and west sides, and collided together eight hundred miles away.

For a while, the treasure light flickered, the thunder roared, and countless magic weapons and supernatural powers bloomed at the same time......

Bai Ze lay there looking at the sky, and Yang Jian also turned his head to look at the place where he was fighting.

"I don't know how many monks will die today. Yang Jian sighed, during this time, he had seen a lot of conflicts between the great forces of cultivating immortals, and there was no fuss at this time.

Bai Ze had some nostalgia in his eyes, "What kind of scene is this? In the past, the dragon and phoenix war, the sky fell apart, and the lich war, if it didn't collapse, that was the big war, that was the big war. ”

"It's a pity that I wasn't born in that era. ”

Yang Jian's eyes revealed a little calm light.

"What's the hurry," Bai Ze's smile at this time was indescribably weird, a little gloating, but more bitter and an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

"The real big war is still to come. ”

Yang Jian was stunned, not knowing what Bai Ze meant;

Master once said that the supervision of the Heavenly Dao is becoming more and more strict, the cultivation of monks is becoming more and more difficult, and the power and impact of the Great Tribulation will become smaller and smaller.

If these words came out of the mouths of others, Yang Jian naturally didn't believe it, but said it from Bai Ze's mouth...... Yang Jian believed most of it in his heart.

Whatever he is, just fight all the way.

It is rare to be a spectator, rather than being in a whirlpool, Yang Jian is naturally happy to be idle, and uses his divine sense to watch the thousands of monks fight.

But looking at it, Yang Jian couldn't sit still and ran away from the boat.

As the saying goes, when immortals fight, mortals suffer, most of these cultivators are scattered and disorderly, and there is no way to fight.

Yang Jian has been observing, and he can't bear it in his heart, and he can't help but save some mortals with shallow or no cultivation, but he didn't take action to participate in the fight between the two sides.

Actually, he was the Marshal of Heavenly Court, and he should have stood on the side of Chaotian Pavilion.

It's a pity that he is a marshal of the Heavenly Court who listens to the tune and does not listen to the announcement, not only does he help Chaotian Pavilion, but also secretly saves some cultivators of the Hundred Immortal League and the Heavenly Kingdom who have been seriously injured and are unable to fight again.

He came and went with the wind, and at this time, the people who participated in the war on both sides were cultivated to the highest level, that is, the level of the Golden Immortal, and no one could capture Yang Jian's whereabouts.

There were reinforcements from both sides, and there were casualties on each other, but it was like a red eye, and it spread to a radius of thousands of miles.

Yang Jian has been saving some of the creatures he can save, and he doesn't force what he can't save, just to earn some merit when he has nothing to do.

Half a day later, Yang Jian stood on the top of a mountain, frowning and looking around.

This world has been disrupted.

The three major forces, countless small forces, and their own forces from other worlds who want to get a piece of the pie here, as well as the more than 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals stationed here in the Heavenly Court, are inseparable from each other within a range of 30,000 miles.

The earth has been dripping with immortal blood, and Fang Town has been destroyed in an unknown number of places.

Even many of the people Yang Jian originally saved could not escape the doom and died in the aftermath of these monks' fighting methods.

Hundreds of thousands of monks, hundreds of thousands of immortals.

And the area where these people are fighting happens to be around the Amaro Mountain.

"Bloody slaughter of millions, a hero?" Yang Jian sneered, noncommittal to such an argument, standing on the top of the mountain and continuing to watch the battle.

Suddenly, a shout came from the front, and it was a group of dozens of heavenly soldiers wearing light gray battle armor wandering here, surrounding Yang Jian.

A bearded, hateful-looking general asked, "Who are you, but that traitor and thief are against my heavenly court!?"

Yang Jian's face did not change, and said indifferently: "I said no, yes, what?"

"Heh, whether you are or not, it is already a capital crime to dare to despise Heaven so much!"

Yang Jian stood still, but carefully observed the faces of these heavenly soldiers and generals, and found that none of them felt embarrassed or uncomfortable, and cooperated with each other tacitly, sealing all his retreats.

That day, the general said: "Those who know each other should hand over the three magic weapons, otherwise we will kill you here today!"

Yang Jian was silent, and when he saw this, he couldn't help frowning, and reprimanded: "Don't you dare to kill you?"

A heavenly soldier standing next to the heavenly general scolded: "General, look at the robe on his body, it's good, don't let him suffer a little, I really don't know how thick the sky is!"

"The sky is high and the earth is thick," Yang Jian sighed softly, and stood there with his hands behind his back, the robe on his body was windless.

That day, the general had a solemn look on his face, and he was just about to give his subordinates a look, when Yang Jian suddenly had an additional figure behind him.

This situation is strange and abnormal, which makes these heavenly soldiers and generals stunned.

It was not someone else who appeared behind Yang Jian, it was Bai Ze, one of the Ten Demon Saints of the Ancient Ages, and only with powerful means could he approach Yang Jian's back so easily.

"Let's go," Bai Ze shouted with a solemn face, "The opportunity you have been waiting for has come!"

Yang Jian's spirit was suddenly shocked, and two fine lights burst out in his originally lazy eyes!

Bai Ze made himself wait for three months for the opportunity, and finally came?!

Just as he was about to step away, Yang Jian's eyes fell on these heavenly generals again, he snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and didn't see any hidden weapon blades, and the heavenly generals covered his left ear and screamed, blood oozed from his fingers.

"Scrap one of your ears, and the one left behind listen," Yang Jian showed a little momentum, and the bodies of these heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals trembled slightly, and they couldn't help but retreat in the air.

Bai Ze said in a low voice: "Don't make extraneous branches, lest things be variable." ”

Yang Jian nodded, and said to the general: "Tell you the generals who lead the army, someone is secretly calculating in this battle, and withdraw the troops as soon as possible, so as not to have no survivors." ”

After saying that, Bai Ze grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder, and the two figures disappeared directly, leaving this team of heavenly soldiers and generals who fought in the autumn wind in the chaotic battle to look at each other.

That day, he covered his ears, and his left ear really couldn't hear a sound, and remembering the horror he had when he faced Yang Jian before, his body couldn't help but tremble lightly a few times.

Fluke, fluke.

"I'm really unlucky to hit a master in the autumn wind......! Come, follow me to tell the general!"

The heavenly soldiers answered the "promise" in unison, and flew to the thick clouds in formation, looking for the sound of drums, and went to the generals of their leading army to report the matter.

As for whether Yang Jian's reminder can be effective, it depends on whether these heavenly soldiers and generals have the life to live.