More than ten saint avenues suddenly and strongly landed in the sea of chaotic paths, and the entire sea of chaos shook, how could the monks of the flood desolation not be able to sense it?

This is exactly when Yang Jian was fighting with the Ninth Supreme Strength Void Mo, Yang Jian, who already had a large gap in strength with Void Mo, at the moment when these saints appeared on the avenue, he had not yet sensed the location of these saints, and his heart tightened suddenly.

This ninth supreme really has a backhand!

A faint smile appeared on Xu Mo's face, with a little expectation in his eyes, and he deliberately repelled Yang Jian without rushing to attack, admiring Yang Jian's gaze and demeanor at this time.

The urgency in Yang Jian's heart naturally will not be written on his face, looking at the strongest person in front of him, this existence that has worried and worried him for a long time is really so difficult to deal with.

The feeling of powerlessness made Yang Jian a little annoyed in his heart.

He desperately wanted to go to the Black Spirit Country to support, his mother was there, Feng Wu and Xiao Lan were there, but if Yang Jian left here, the battle situation of the Flood Desolation would be completely unbalanced, and Xu Mo and his men could destroy the Flood Desolation and kill the Saints of the Flood Desolation.

The power in the hands of the other party is much higher than that of the flood wilderness......

Whether it was the 'eliminated' person in front of him who was born from death and was called back by the strongest one, or an army under Taisu Shi Xumo who suddenly appeared and rushed towards the Black Spirit Country, it was a catastrophe that the flood had never encountered.

The two are combined, attacking inside and outside, and even using a strategy to draw salaries from Yang Jian's bottom of the kettle, coupled with the existence of the ninth supreme powerhouse, which is unmatched by all saints......

What reason can the flood not be extinguished?

These thoughts quickly crossed through Yang Jian's heart, but Yang Jian clenched the spear, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

War.

You can only fight here and fight for your life!

If he leaves, he will regret it for the rest of his life;

If he doesn't go, he will fall into self-blame for the rest of his life, but if the eldest husband does something and doesn't, he can still have a glimmer of hope if he stays here......

Kill the Strongest!

"How do you break this game?"

Xu Mo looked at Yang Jian with a smile, and wanted to say a few more words, but Yang Jian had already rushed forward with his gun, and let out an earth-shattering roar from his mouth, and the surrounding sea of chaos instantly boiled.

Stacking Force!

Yang Jian's figures coincided in a very short period of time, and his forehead eyes locked on the figure of Xumo, and he continued to attack without fear of death.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, but you don't have to lose too much of your mind," Xu Mo said indifferently, his body drifted back, relying on Yang Jian's somewhat unpredictable shifting powers, only fighting with Yang Jian.

Probably, Xu Mo felt that it would take too much energy to kill Yang Jian, so he left Yang Jian here like this, waiting for the big net to be tightened.

In order to destroy the flood and correct the mistakes he made in the past, he has almost carefully deduced what will happen and what variables will occur at every step countless times.

It's just that the 'Pan Successor' in his deduction has been replaced by the word 'Yang Jian'.

Then he summoned countless resentful spirits of the Flood Desolation Monks, resurrected them with supreme supernatural powers, and formed such an army, but secretly hid the real army in his hands under Yang Jian's eyelids.

Even, if Yang Jian had carefully looked at the 'corpses' stored for countless years in the Baishan Taiji Tomb at that time, Yang Jian's full calculation would have been recognized by Yang Jian in advance.

This plan may seem simple, but it requires a lot of arrangement.

For example, the second Great Dao Saint that Yang Jian killed back then, the old man who led his subordinates to hide in the Chaos Spirit Kingdom, was actually a chess piece in Xu Mo's hand.

took it out and killed Yang Jian, diverting Yang Jian's attention and making Yang Jian believe that the old department of the ninth strongest was actually hidden in the depths of the Chaos Sea......

Step by step to today, Xu Mo advanced the time to exit the customs several times, and in order to prevent Yang Jian, a variable, from really achieving the strongest position, he directly launched this heaven and earth killing.

It should be said that this ninth supreme power has arranged a full plan from the very beginning, no matter how the saints of the flood and desolation struggle, they will be slowly strangled by the big net he cast.

The strongest person who can possess himself to do these plots and arrangements is really much more terrifying than the strongest person in the conceited realm and whose supernatural powers far surpass others......

In the flood wilderness, the faces of several saints were also quite ugly.

Xumo actually hid more than a dozen Great Dao Saints, and these Great Dao Saints took millions of cultivators who were strong in cultivation to slaughter the Black Spirit Country, how should they deal with it?

At this time, the saint war was in full swing, and the Tianyan Daozi and Yuding Zhenren, who were focused on prevention, could no longer work wonders......

Perhaps the strongest person did not bother to use Yang Jian's family to threaten Yang Jian, but when the Black Spirit Country suffered, Yang Jian's Dao heart would be flawed, and the hope of winning was even slimmer.

And this army has been killing all the way to the flood famine, and the flood famine is a two-sided enemy, whether it is from the quasi-saint, the master of the Da Luo level, or the number of saints, it will fall into a complete disadvantage, and it seems that it has settled down when it is destroyed.

A little painful look crossed Tianyan Daozi's eyes, and the Chaos Bell rang more and more urgently.

Yuding Zhenren's face was also a little cold, although his movements were still chic and elegant, but the offensive in his hands was becoming more and more aggressive.

The rest of the Flood Saints, Sanqing has gone all out, and the connection is even more dangerous......

So far, the war has really been a twist and turn.

And Hong Huang finally relied on Yang Jian's ability to fight with the ninth supreme power to fight for a draw, but because the opponent's strong reinforcement appeared, he had to fall into the disadvantage.

Is the trend really gone?

Is it really irretrievable?

Is it really impossible for the strongest to defeat?

The Flood ...... Today Is it inevitable that it will end up in the end?

In the desolate camp, from saints to monks, the Dao heart was all covered with a layer of haze.

But knowing that the odds of victory are not good, he still refuses to bow his head to the butcher knife that he swings, and that living beings exist for life, which is the most fundamental demand of all souls.

Although thousands of monks have Taoist nature, they are still maintaining their previous offensive with their enthusiasm at this moment.

The stalemate of the battle situation, the Black Spirit Country, which doesn't know what the situation is, the fighting methods of Yang Jian and the strongest outside the sky have affected the hearts of countless monks.

Outside the sky, the two figures almost completely ignored the rules of the Qiankun Dao, and the figures that made them fight at great speed seemed to appear in thousands of places at the same moment.

Yang Jian ignored it, and attacked more and more, and with the anger in his heart and the spear in his hand, he gradually equaled with Xumo, and was able to use his own offensive to limit Xumo's actions to a certain extent.

For Yang Jian at this time, he has already exerted thirteen percent of his skills.

It's not enough, it's not enough......

If Yang Jian wants to kill the ninth supreme, on the premise of not making a surprise move, he must at least have the same strength as the ninth supreme.

It is not the eight or nine Xuangong that is hateful and sanctified!

I hate that I can't comprehend other supernatural powers in my previous life except for stacking power!

Yang Jian roared angrily, his eyes gradually turned blood red, his long hair tied by the small jade gourd kept fluttering, and the spear in his hand was almost gone!

Mother......

Lan'er ...... Fengwu ......

"Ahh

Open Heaven Ninth Style!

Zhentian Jedi Seal!Three Thousand Gods and Demons Devour!

Two overlapping forces!

Gradually, Yang Jian's spear and the figure of the void dodge seemed to disappear, and only Yang Jian's figure could barely be seen clearly, and there was a fierce attack in the void.

Without warning!

"Kitty!"

Yang Jian suddenly shouted, and a gray figure shot out of the Xuan Turtle Belt around his waist, like lightning and thunder, but extremely fast!

In the next moment, Xumo's figure appeared in front of Yang Jian's spear, and he looked at the inch-deep blood hole in his chest with some surprise.

The tip of Yang Jian's spear was in this blood hole!

The supernatural power of the stacking power can be used, and the tip of the spear pierces through the void figure!

Kitty Hawk's surprise attack, it worked!

The little eagle's figure appeared on Yang Jian's side, and he attacked Xu Mo again, but this time Xu Mo just slapped it at random, and at the moment when Yang Jian grabbed his neck forward, his body exploded with a bang.

When he reappeared, Xu Mo was already a hundred miles away, standing on top of a pagoda, looking at this person and an eagle.

"Very well, you've hurt me twice," Xu Mo said, the smile on his face gone.

Yang Jian didn't bother to say anything, his body rushed forward, the blood in his eyes became more and more intense, and the blood-colored flames burning all over his body were strange and rising!

"Take your life!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to take it away. ”

The ninth strongest figure and Yang Jian hedged again, one was mighty and aggressive, and the other was chic and elegant, light and empty, the battle between the two in the wilderness can be called the first battle since ancient times, but no one can see it from afar.

As time passed, Yang Jian's heart became more and more desperate, and the blood in his eyes became more and more crazy.

It was too late for him to go back to the rescue......

There are more than a dozen saints, and it only takes one person and one palm to destroy the Black Spirit Country, even if there are more spirit army, it is like dust in the sea of chaos.

He fought for the flood here, who will protect the lives of his mother and wife!

Great grief and indignation gradually rose in Yang Jian's heart, the culprit of all was in front of him, he already had a revenge mentality, regardless of whether he wanted to die with this supreme man.

Gradually, Xu Mo also began to avoid Yang Jian's edge at this time.

As long as Yang Jian's mental strength is relieved, Xu Mo will kill the killer, and Yang Jian should not have too much effort to kill at that time......

But!

"Don't worry, I'll stop him for you, let's go first. ”

A call suddenly came from nowhere, a few wind chime-like light sounds, a few with a few gentle words.

Xu Mo's face, which had always been calm, suddenly became a little more confused, and his brows furrowed.

An indescribable ethereal aura came from the direction of the desolation, and Xu Mo and Yang Jian stopped almost at the same time, each looking at the source of this aura vigilantly.

At this moment, a light white pillar of light pierced through the desolate world and shone into the sea of chaos, and the sea of chaos was boiling again not long after it had calmed down.

And the degree of boiling this time is comparable to the previous dozen saints who launched their own avenues at the same time!

False and real, true and false, that figure accompanied by such a rhyme, stepped through the desolate world, and came towards the place where Yang Jian and the strongest man fought.

It's beautiful like a dream.

"Yunxiao?"

Yang Jian's words were a little stunned, and Yunxiao's cold face showed a slight smile; she rode the avenue, her long hair fluttering gently, but the white veil on her body gave people an illusion that could not be broken.

The pinnacle of saints!

The Avenue of Perfection!