On the bank of the Yellow Spring, the blood of the Buddha flowed, and the pseudo-class was slaughtered without leaving the dog.

Wangxiangtai, no worries, the vision of bliss floating slaughter.

Now his hands are stained with the blood of the enemy, and the ghosts and gods retreat from the evil spirits.

The ancient sword is long and red clouds, and the spear is in his hand, so he doesn't look back.

Don't look back, don't look back.

Three thousand gods and demons can't be killed, how can my generation make a fuss!

......

"Yang, Jian!"

Such a terrible cry with a certain desperate accusation, if you had not seen it with your own eyes and heard it with your own ears, you would not have believed that it had come from the mouth of a saint.

Zhun Ti's golden body was half-kneeling in a deep pit, surrounded by prostrate and fallen corpses.

Jin's body was covered with scars, golden blood continued to flow out, and streams of heaven and earth vitality penetrated into his law body, but most of them could not be left, so that the vitality around his body was dense.

What is ridiculous is that none of the saint disciples who were killed by Yang Jian, and none of the people who were respected in Buddhism were all old monks who were loyal to Buddhism.

Yang Jian held the Yuan Tu Sword and slowly moved forward, Zhun Ti was already at the end of the strong crossbow at this time, thanks to the previous Thousand Buddha Array, otherwise Yang Jian really wanted to force Zhun Ti to such a realm, and a dark battle was indispensable.

"You can't kill me!"

Zhun Ti still firmly believes in the creed of the immortality of the saints, and in the flood wilderness, the six saints are indeed immortal and immortal.

Yang Jian didn't say a word, grabbed the three-pointed two-edged spear close to the tip of the spear, and raised it at the same time as the Yuan Tu sword.

Phew-

His figure rushed out, leaving countless afterimages around Zhun Ti's body, and he used his humanoid true body to perform an extremely fast speed close to the Flying Feather Escape Technique.

Before this battle, it was difficult for Yang Jian to reach this speed, but now, Yang Jian's use of his supernatural ability and power has reached a new realm without making half an inch of progress in the realm.

His metaphysical body is a treasure trove, a treasure trove that has not yet been filled, a treasure trove that has not yet been fully excavated.

The shadow of the gun and the shadow of the sword gradually overlapped, and Zhun Ti let out a low shout, and the golden light around him gushed wildly, but he could no longer catch up with the pace of Yang Jian's attack.

Ding ding, as if the sound of striking iron appeared again.

The Yuan Tu Sword once pierced into Yang Jian's body, and after being pulled out by Yang Jian, it became a blade in his hand.

After the death of the River Styx, the Yuan Tu Sword and Yuan Ling still rebelled against Yang Jian, and Yang Jian urgently needed the edge of such a divine weapon to break the saint's law body, although there were some tyrannical things...... He used Xuan Gang to forcibly strangle the sword spirit of the Yuantu Sword, thus making this invincible and extremely sharp long sword a magic weapon that was not as good as the spiritual product.

But the sharp is still there, and with the blessing of Xuan Gang, the sharp edge is better than in the past, which is enough.

The land around the body has turned into a forbidden place of death, but any Buddhist master who wants to help his saint will be beheaded or beheaded like a few corpses lying on the ground, and blood will flow all over the ground.

The aura of the saint is declining;

Yang Jian's offensive has always remained in a state of fire, not exhausted, not merciless, and without the slightest hesitation.

A long time ago, he had embarked on a path destined for slaughter, and it was impossible to conquer the Sea of Chaos without blood.

But Yang Jian never thought that he would go on a killing spree in the wilderness, especially against a group of monks who would be the mainstay of the future war, at the delicate moment when the strong enemy would suddenly appear at some point.

He had no other choice.

Either let Zhun Ti die, or watch the destruction of the underworld and watch the Houtu be humiliated.

Buddhism's reckless behavior has touched his bottom line.

In a lifetime, there are always things to do, there are always things to do, and there are many things to do.

Yang Jian has been practicing in the flood wilderness so far, the flood is the place he believes to be the place of refuge, a group of relatives, friends, and people related to him are living in the flood wilderness, he wants to repel those strong enemies, protect everything, this is 'okay'.

With the gradual increase in strength, Yang Jian stepped step by step to the position he looked up to, and the future is promising, and even became a glimmer of hope for the great powers of the flood wilderness.

But Yang Jian hit the Lingxiao Treasure Hall back then, faced the Jade Emperor, and with the Kongtong seal, he could directly abolish the Jade Emperor and establish himself as the Supreme of the Three Realms.

But he did not cherish these powers that were useless to him, which he defined as 'not to do'.

What is a 'must-do'?

Now is the way to do it!

Buddhism forcibly seized the Six Realms of Reincarnation, humiliating the great virtue Houtu that has great kindness and great relevance to Yang Jian, how can Yang Jian tolerate them!

Since it is already a hostile one, if the River Styx does not die and Zhun Ti does not die, how can Yang Jian return to the Chaos Sea with peace of mind!?

Based on today's events alone, Yang Jian already has a sufficient reason to slaughter the saint, not to mention that this Zhun Ti saint has wanted to put him to death several times before, if it weren't for the protection of his master, how could he be in today's situation?

The Styx Ancestor is dead, and today's quasi-saint will die!

Even, Yang Jian had clearly felt a few more ethereal breaths in the Netherworld, and knew that someone would inevitably appear to stop him later.

Relying only on his own anger, relying only on a ruthless force, it is not practical to successfully cut off Zhun Ti.

Xiao Chan'er was seriously injured, which made Yang Jian, who was already angry, more and more angry, but he did not lose an inch in addition to his anger, and all that anger turned into cold killing intent, and he was constantly planning how he should arrange it in his heart.

It's really not good, directly pull over the group of masters that you have already controlled in the sea of chaos and threaten Lingshan!

"Yang Jian! Hahaha! You can't kill me!"

Zhun Ti was covered with scars, but he still didn't forget to roar and vent, looking like he was at the end of his rope.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, his figure suddenly stopped, and he stood not far from Zhun Ti's side.

The golden body of the saint who was originally kneeling on the ground wanted to bounce up, but as soon as Zhun Ti was about to exert force, the seven-zhang high golden body suddenly cracked everywhere, and hundreds of wounds on it cracked at the same time.

"Wow-"

Zhun Ti spurted a mouthful of golden blood several feet away, and sat back on his knees weakly.

With the unbroken sneer on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, the long sword was inserted into the ground, his right hand clenched his fist, and he took a breath gently.

The sound of rushing water was endless, and Yang Jian's right hand clenching his fist slowly opened, gently supporting his dantian, as if he was feeling something.

Qiankun has great skills, heaven, earth, moon and stars.

The whole body is present, and the illusion is also illusory.

A blue-blue water color suddenly appeared, with Yang Jian as the center, slowly spreading towards the surroundings, dyeing the land within a radius of ten miles with a touch of water color.

But all who look at this place have seen such a strange sight......

A new world has emerged with Yang Jian as the center, the sky is blue, the white clouds are long, the sea is boundless, and the cool breeze is blowing.

It's just a peaceful scene, a monotonous place that seems to exist.

Gradually, this small world became clearer and clearer, so much so that it covered the sky and earth of the netherworld, leaving only this quiet and peaceful water surface and blue sky.

In this small world, there are only two people - Yang Jian, who is kneeling there with a seven-zhang golden body, and Yang Jian, who is carrying a dragon spear.

Casually lifting the Yuantu Sword up, Yang Jian walked towards Zhun Ti step by step, creating some ripple marks on the sparkling water surface every time he walked.

Zhun Ti, who had never stopped scolding, was extremely quiet at this time, not only quiet, but the golden body was still trembling, and when he looked up at Yang Jian, there was still a trace of fear in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Y-How did you do it?"

Yang Jian didn't say a word, Yuan Tu raised in his hand, and directly slashed at the golden body of Zhun Ti.

The golden light burst out, the golden body and head of the saint were thrown away, and the golden blood gushed like a spring.

But Yang Jian frowned slightly, watching the constantly flying head gradually turn into the appearance of a regular monk, and stared at Yang Jian with a dull face.

The saint is really not easy to kill.

Again, Yang Jian raised his sword forward, and the wind direction of the small world changed slightly, which naturally could not be concealed from Yang Jian, the master of this world.

Yang Jian sneered, and the Yuan Tu Sword suddenly burst out with colorful sword rays and shot towards Zhun Ti.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

A Buddha horn sounded with a little helplessness, and a white lotus suddenly broke into this world and blocked in front of Zhun Ti.

The white lotus has twelve petals, and it is actually a twelve-grade lotus platform at the supreme treasure level!

The colorful sword light was counted by the lotus platform, and the Buddha light on the lotus platform flowed, condensing into a white-robed monk, clasping his hands together on Yang Jian, and respectfully performing the Buddha salute.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, he had expected that the guide would come to save Zhun Ti, and even expected that the Sanqing Master Ancestor would appear to stop him, but he never thought that the one who dared to break into this place to save Zhun Ti would be a young monk he had never met.

Obviously, the little monk wanted to introduce himself to Yang Jian, but as soon as his lips opened, Yang Jian suddenly threw out a gun shadow in the sky, and immediately shot without greeting.

"Bitter, bitter!"

The white-clothed monk's hands were as fast as phantoms, and dozens of handprints were connected, which actually blocked the shadow coefficient of the spear shot by Yang Jian.

"Humph!"

Yang Jian bullied forward, and the originally peaceful small world suddenly set off a huge wave that soared into the sky!

How dare the white-clothed monk be approached by Yang Jian? The lotus platform under his feet was quite strange, and with a slight turn of the lotus platform, tens of millions of avatars appeared, filling the entire water surface.

Yang Jian frowned, slashed with a sword, and only saw a phantom.

Even with it, Zhun Ti's figure is nowhere to be found.

"Amitabha, the little monk Jizo, dare not be the enemy of Zhenjun, and ask Zhenjun to see that he is also the main force to resist the enemy in the future of Buddhism, bypassing the second master of my family. ”

"Oh?" Yang Jian remained silent, and all the small worlds retreated, but there was an extra layer of colorful flames around him.

He didn't just think of one way to kill the saint.

The white shadow flashed in the sky, and he returned to the appearance of a little monk in white, and at this time he was carrying the almost faint Zhun Ti, and looked at Yang Jian who gave him a great threat a little helplessly.

"Zhenjun, can't you talk?"

"It's not helpful to talk too much. ”

"Okay, the poor monk doesn't really want to wade into this troubled water," Jizo sighed lightly, making a gesture that made the Buddhist masters change color.

He threw the Zhun Ti in his hand to Yang Jian's feet like throwing a rag bag, and made a light gesture.

Jizo smiled: "I don't have the slightest hostility towards Zhenjun, and I rescued him, but I was entrusted by an old friend of Zhenjun, and I had to repay the favor." But compared to these, I can't lose my life in vain, please, please. ”

Yang Jian's brows furrowed, and his cautious temperament was troublesome again, but fortunately, he was just cautious, not suspicious.

The Yuan Tu Sword fell, which was the extreme speed that Yang Jian could burst out, and he used ten percent of his strength, and Zhun Ti was about to be beheaded in an instant......

Whew—

A bell rang, and dark gray swept in all directions, and when the bell fell, Yang Jian's sword was no longer allowed to be mentioned.

Yang Jian smiled bitterly, and turned his back to the person who rescued Zhun Ti, "I never thought that you would stop me." ”

The person who came threw Zhun Ti aside, turned to look at Yang Jian, and a big bell floated and sank above the two of them.

"Do you have to kill?"

"Whoever stands in my way is my enemy. ”

Yang Jian also turned around, and his expression did not change at all.

Ten zhang away, Tianyan Daozi, who was dressed in a black robe, looked indifferent, and stood with his hands in his hands.