The figures were staggered, the avenues were against each other, and dozens of mottled rays of light rushed away in all directions, as if they were about to collapse the entire Xuandu City.

Xuandu City trembled!

If Yang Jian's golden body was slashed by a sharp sword at an extremely fast speed, although the Great Dao Saint who was blocking from the side was facing Yang Jian head-on, he was beaten by Yang Jian's figure and retreated, unable to meet head-on.

It is also thanks to Yang Jian that he did not lock the double overlap force exerted by this person, and the double overlapping force was still slightly stiff in Yang Jian's hands at this time, and the change was insufficient, so this person was only injured and escaped his life.

However, the saint that Yang Jian had locked on before had not escaped the blade of the three-pointed two-edged gun after all......

Even though Yang Jian's shot was knocked out by the powerhouse who was close to the peak of the saint's realm, he still cut off the saint's head......

An avenue that shone with the charm of the wind was directly torn apart by the gun.

A Great Dao Saint fell in Xuandu City like this.

Yang Jian turned around suddenly, murderous and powerful.

"Set-up!

The Great Dao Saint who had wanted to stop Yang Jian before hurriedly scolded, and the other twelve Great Dao Saints appeared outside the Xuandu City almost instantly, staring at Yang Jian with vigilant eyes.

The Great Dao saints here are all strong men who followed Xumo to conquer Taisu and destroy Taisu back then, and they are also real Dao saints, and a few of them even started practicing from the Taiji realm.

The leader of the army, that is, the person who fought Yang Jian head-on just now, was wearing a blood-colored robe, with a white face and a somewhat handsome appearance, but he revealed a cold and cold aura.

This person's cultivation seems to be a demonic path, and he can push the cultivation realm to the point of approaching the perfection of the saint realm, and he should also be a well-known figure in the Taisu period.

It's a pity that he has become a lackey of the strongest.

Yang Jian's spear was horizontal, and he was alone through the broken nine-story city wall of Xuandu City, arrogantly standing out to the thirteen Great Dao Saints outside the city.

Even though the Great Dao Saints in this place were by no means comparable to those saints who were forcibly erected such as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, he was still confident that he would kill all these Great Dao Saints here.

"Yang Jian!"

A cry suddenly came from below, Yang Jian was suddenly overjoyed, and looked down, only to see that in the large array arranged by Old Master Mo with his own puppet, several figures were surrounded by dozens of scarred Spirit Clan generals.

Yao Ji was dressed in white and stained with blood, her face was pale, and her lips trembled slightly.

Supporting Yao Ji left and right, who are not Feng Wu and Xiao Lan?

It was Xiao Lan who called Yang Jian just now, and at this time, Old Master Mo often breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his beard and smiled, as if he had let go of a heart.

Hearing this shout, dozens of breaths poked out of the saint's tomb, but it was those saint remnants, but at this time, they were all trapped in the saint's tomb and couldn't come to help in the battle, so they had to watch the battle outside in the heart realm.

Yang Jian said: "You are in the tomb of the saint first, and this place will be left to me to deal with." ”

"Jian'er......" The potion called softly, and seemed to be a little eager to speak.

Yang Jian bowed to Yao Ji in the air, didn't say anything, and turned to face the thirteen figures outside the city.

What will happen next is a fierce battle.

And you must kill the other party and protect the people behind you!

Who can know how sad and remorseful Yang Jian was when he saw the shattered Black Spirit Kingdom, and how angry and crazy he was.

Now, Yang Jian is already standing here, no longer need to scruple, no need to calculate anything.

What he has to do is to slaughter the enemies in front of him, and let these powerful enemies who are trying to destroy everything in him be wiped out.

He didn't move, and the group of spirit remnants below supported each other and headed towards the entrance of the saint's tomb.

"Mother, let's go in too, we can only distract my husband here. Xiao Lan comforted softly, Yao Ji nodded lightly, and looked at Yang Jian's figure with a pale face.

Children are always the meat that falls from their bodies, even though Yang Jian has a strong ability that Yao Ji can't understand, but in Yao Ji's eyes, he is still a baby who needs to be taken care of by himself......

She wanted to say that let Yang Jian take care of herself, and she didn't have to take risks for them.

But when the words came to his lips, he was worried that what he said would make Yang Jian's heart unhappy, so he could only endure it and was supported by his two daughters-in-law into the tomb of the saint.

Dozens of puppets of Old Master Mo stood there, still maintaining a large array, escorting these figures into the tomb of the saint, and were directly picked up by the remnants of the Snow Saint and the Lord of the Glass Treasure.

Since then, Yang Jian really has no worries.

"Alas, if I can hold you up, I really deserve my old bones. ”

Old Master Mo sighed lightly, Yang Jian's heart twitched, and he looked down to see that the large array had dissipated, and the vast mana began to turn into vigorous vitality, filling the Xuandu City.

Dozens of Old Master Mo's puppet bodies shattered almost at the same time—first spiderweb-like cracks, then shattered fragments, and finally turned into crystalline powder, slowly drifting away.

After these puppets collapsed, two puppets of the quasi-holy realm, a man and a woman, stood below and slowly sat down.

It's Puppet Fourteen and another ......

A figure exuding treasure light appeared beside Yang Jian, it was the primordial spirit of Old Master Mo, and at this time, Yang Jian noticed that the avenue that Old Master Mo's primordial spirit had placed on had completely collapsed......

"The road ahead is long and difficult. The world is immortal, and the soul of the Tao is not extinguished. ”

Old Master Mo chanted softly, his eyes saw through the low sky dome of Xuandu City, saw through the endless sea of chaos, and saw through the years, as if he saw Tai Sushi's high spirits, and fell into madness for the way of puppets.

"Yang Jian, remember, until you have the strength to subvert the world, you must not let the strongest know your true identity. ”

What does Old Master Mo mean by this?

"Senior ......"

"I've done my way, my heart is gone, although I have regrets, it's always difficult to go any further," Old Master Mo waved his hand gently, and then walked forward with his hands in his hands, strolling towards the low sky.

kept walking, his figure continued to disintegrate, but this is also a legendary power, and in the end only a few sighs were left.

The Tao is far away, but it is also not good.

It is difficult to start and end.

Below, the two puppets who were also scarred didn't say anything, and when the figure of the old master disappeared, the two puppets raised their hands and pinched out a jade disc in their hearts and gently crushed it.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, he was already out of anger at this moment, but the Lingtai was an empty light that had never been before.

His gaze swept out of the city, meeting the gaze of the thirteen saints.

"You are Yang Jian?"

The saint in the blood robe sneered, "You really came over, the master is right, you always care more about your own personal feelings." Since you have come here, the flood must have been in the master's pocket, and you can't win anyway, the undefeated golden body? ”

"You will all die here today. ”

Kill!

Yang Jian roared violently, and his body turned into a thousand-zhang Kunpeng, with the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, and swooped out of the city!

"Where is the army?"

The blood-robed Daoist shouted from above, and his palms turned into crystal like blood jade, and he won directly against Yang Jian.

If you look closely, this blood-robed Taoist actually has a pair of thin gloves on his hands.

Two overlapping forces!

Chop!

Yang Jian's shot was fierce, and this time he slashed at the blood-robed Daoist without reservation.

This blood-robed man seemed to be a little arrogant, and he wanted to use his palm to borrow Yang Jian's magical powers, even after seeing Yang Jian kill the Great Dao Saint with one blow......

In fact, there was a little mockery in this person's eyes, and at the moment when Yang Jian slashed it with one shot, his body directly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The extremely sharp three-pointed two-edged spear directly cut through the blood mist, but the blood mist converged again in a blink of an eye, and directly condensed into the figure of the blood-robed man, who had already arrived in front of Yang Jian, and slapped a palm on Yang Jian's chest.

The golden light flickered, Yang Jian's body trembled a few times, and he took half a step back, and the blood-robed man turned into a blood mist with a loud laugh and directly wrapped Yang Jian.

Such a magical power really made Yang Jian a little at a loss for a while.

The shouts of killing came from outside the city, and hundreds of thousands of old troops rushed into the Xuandu City, circling around Yang Jian's body.

And the other twelve Great Dao Saints were not idle, and directly exerted their magical powers from afar, urging the Innate Treasure, and bombarded Yang Jian's golden body.

This kind of formation is completely like it was tailor-made for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's heart was spinning rapidly, thinking about the way to break through this blood mist, he had made many attempts, whether it was calcining with real fire or suppressing it with the Zhentian Jedi Seal, it could not pose a direct threat to the blood mist.

On the other hand, this blood mist was watching Yang Jian's flaws all the time, and from time to time he slapped Yang Jian's body, although it couldn't hurt Yang Jian, but it made Yang Jian's actions quite restricted.

Yang Jian is a flesh body cultivator, and this blood-robed person has such an innate advantage over a flesh body cultivator.

How to break the game?

Yang Jian's heart was flooded with all kinds of thoughts, but he kept denying them.

His gaze swept over the figures around him who surrounded him and did not dare to approach, but only released cold arrows in the distance, and his forehead slowly opened.

Blood......

Break the blood with blood!

Yang Jian suddenly shouted, his golden body shook, and dozens of blood arrows burst out from all over his body, shooting through the blood mist in the blink of an eye.

This is Yang Jian's blood, and it is also the blood of a saint after becoming holy! The blood color contains seven colors of light, and it seems that every drop contains powerful power.

But, what does Yang Jian do with such bloodletting?

The blood-robed man was a little unsure, but he immediately reminded the surrounding army to be careful.

Before he could speak, the dozens of blood arrows that Yang Jian shook out had already broken through the layers and rushed into front of the surrounding army and the twelve saints.

And then, it exploded!

Drops of Xuan Blood drifted out, and Yang Jian, who was trapped in the blood mist, roared suddenly, and a huge and incomparably large Primordial God Tree appeared behind him.

Magical powers, the embodiment of blood!

Hundreds of Yang Jian appeared everywhere, their faces were grim, their spears and swords in their hands, and they rushed towards the monks who were nearby.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of monks suffered heavy blows, and the twelve saints immediately pounced on these incarnations made by Yang Jian when they saw this, but unexpectedly, a few rays of light flickered, and these twelve saints were actually counterattacked by Yang Jian's blood-dripping incarnation!