Looking at the arc of light that left the axe blade and split the heavy light curtain, as well as the dozens of formation lights shining on the peach mountain.

Yang Jian's spirit was a little dazed, and he vaguely saw some pictures in that small courtyard......

'Why don't you go out for a walk? ’

"Mother wants to cook for Jian'er and brother at home, go, go and wash your dirty hands first, have you forgotten the rules that your mother taught you?"

Yang Jian couldn't tell whether it was what he saw, the original memory of this body, or the picture that he had really experienced and remembered in his heart.

'He' should be another Yang Jian, but he really wants to divide, and that is also part of Yang Jian's past at this time.

Now that the body and soul are united, how can they be separated from each other?

He remembered that from the age of three or four, his well-mannered father always taught him poetry and songs, but in the afternoon, his mother would teach him some immortal methods.

'Mother, what is a spell?Why do you want to learn a spell?Why did my father say that as long as you memorize poems and read books, you will be favored by a woman like you when you grow up?'

'Your father was lucky to be picked up by his mother. In this world, if you don't have the strength to protect yourself and your family, you will have a hard time, and it will be difficult to live with peace of mind. ’

"Is it because the magic is not strong, so I don't dare to go to the street?"

'Silly boy ......'

"Mother! I will practice spells well! When I grow up, I must protect my mother!"

The drooping child, sitting on his mother's lap together, swore that he said so.

Yang Jian's mind came to her smile at that time, the smile was so beautiful, it was dizzying, and she made herself feel so relieved.

It's just that, it seems that just a few years after saying this, the wind and clouds suddenly changed without warning, and the heavenly general entered the courtyard and took away the blooming orchid......

Women are the ones who please themselves, that should be the most beautiful years of Yaoji.

Is it really worth exchanging more than ten years of tranquility for five hundred years of hardship and suffering?

Yang Jian wanted to ask Yao Ji this question last time, but he couldn't ask it as a son of man......

There are some things that are not worth it or not, only what you want and what you don't want, whether you can or cannot, whether you want or not.

She was willing.

What else can be said about this?

The arc of light from the mountain axe broke through the large array of heavenly soldiers one after another, and one after another figures fell, tossed away, and blood splattered......

Time seemed to be slowing down, Yang Jian's spirit was a little trance, and under the tree in the small courtyard seemed to emerge in front of him, the fairy who was stained with dust and was indescribably beautiful danced slowly.

The handsome scholar played the jade flute on the side, and a little soft singing floated......

'Quiet girl, let me take care of it...... Tong Guan Youwei said that she was beautiful. ’

'Self-shepherding, beautiful and different...... The beauty of the bandit girl, the beauty of the beauty......'

Its voice is Qiqi, and its language is beautiful.

The sound of the flute faded away, and the scene quietly dissipated in front of me.

Ahead, the arc of light from the axe blade slashed into Momoyama.

The light and shadow flickered, and the entire heavenly court seemed to tremble slightly.

Dozens of heavy formations were shattered, but the arc of light that Yang Jian urged with the power of burning blood was also consumed by the last of his strength and turned into a little bit of brilliance.

"Ahh

Yang Jian raised his head and roared angrily, his voice like a trapped beast.

The power to burn blood is still there!

His body, his blood, his soul, are burning!

The second axe!

Blatantly chopped down!

A blazing arc of light lit up between the heavens and the earth!

Yang Jian's face was illuminated by the arc of light, and the flames around him gradually extinguished, and he stumbled weakly again, but he stubbornly did not fall.

He was waiting, watching, seeing if that arc of light could split Momoyama......

Is it possible? Yang Jian was waiting, and the surrounding Heavenly Generals who had stopped making a move were also waiting, and the immortals in Heavenly Court at this time were also waiting.

Thundered......

Heavenly Court trembled again, and the Peach Mountain implicated the Heavenly Court Sealing Array, and light was reflected on it!

This is a formation set up on Momoyama, and it is killing the power of this blow!

Layer after layer, like an axe chopping on the layers of cotton wool, although it is devastating, but these cotton wool is also breaking layer by layer......

Finally, the light of the formation exploded, and the arc of light finally slashed at the bare stone mountain!

Rumble!

The stone mountain was directly broken into two halves, and the two halves of the huge stone mountain flew towards both sides!

Yang Jian's spirit was shocked, his eyes were round, and he waited quietly.

Momoyama cracked suddenly, and the peerless figure stood there alone, illuminated by the wall of light that the arc touched.

Yao Ji!

The long hair fluttering, the face was calm, the corners of his mouth showed a slight smile, and his two small hands were folded in front of him, looking at Yang Jian and Yang Xiaochan.

"Mother......" Yang Xiaochan had already dried her tears, and her red and swollen eyes were covered with layers of mist, "Mother!"

"Chan'er ......"

Yao Ji cried with joy, a tear crossed her cheek, looking at her daughter who saw her for the first time five hundred years later, she couldn't bear the pain of longing in her heart.

The wall of light in front of her did not move at all, and the tremors in the Heavenly Court gradually calmed down.

Not enough, not enough strength!

The power of the opening axe is not enough!

Yang Jian's breath trembled, his hands tightly held the mountain axe, relying on the mountain axe to support his body, the unwillingness, unwillingness, and disbelief in his heart made him can't help but raise his head and howl.

"Jian'er ......"

Yao Ji couldn't say the words to make Yang Jian stop at this time, she knew that her son had already fought for his life, how could she say something discouraged?

He was covered in blood, he couldn't stand, his loose hair stuck to his body, he looked so embarrassed and distressed.

I never did anything for these two children, but they did so much for themselves......

Yao Ji's head was raised slightly, tears slipped down her smooth chin, the white clothes on her body fluttered, she raised her hand and slapped it at Yubi!

Bang!

Her figure was knocked away by the force of the counterattack, but a blue light flickered, and a small tripod appeared above her head, sprinkling a little brilliance, gently enveloping her body.

Yuding made a move, and according to what Yang Jian said, he protected Yaoji.

"Mother!" Yang Jian's voice was already extremely difficult, his voice was a little trembling, but he shouted to the cracked peach mountain: "Don't move!"

Yao Ji suddenly fell to the ground, not daring to move, for fear of making Yang Jian worry about her even more.

Yang Jian was panting, holding the mountain axe with both hands, and his eyes swept over the surrounding heavenly generals who wanted to move forward.

At just a glance, all the figures around him stopped, and no one dared to move forward.

He still has a formula, and the last one, which is the greatest blessing given to him by Hou Tu Niang's heart, and it is also the last reliance for Yang Jian to dare to come to split the mountain.

Open the heavens and rhyme.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches cast the Great Array of Heavenly Gods, which can condense the true body of Pangu, split the Demon Court, and shatter the heavens and the earth, only the real Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array and the Eastern Emperor Bell can resist.

Hou Tu Niang Niang was originally the blood incarnation of Pangu, and what she originally assumed in the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array was the position of her arm, and the blood in her heart was sandwiched with the mystery of Pangu's true body, which was also reasonable.

But this Dao rhyme is too strong, too obscure, and difficult to understand, Yang Jian's realm has not yet arrived, and he can't fully grasp it, and he doesn't know when he will be able to perform this trick.

But today, he can't afford to wait for an accident.

Even if he burned out of blood, he only had the strength of the last axe.

Can you only hope for ethereal fortune?

No, he can't rely on luck, he has to fight, fight, fight!

Closing his eyes, Yang Jian tried to recall the huge figure that he had glimpsed in shock, it was the phantom of Pangu, he had appeared twice when he received the blood of the ancestral witch.

Gradually, the phantom really appeared in his heart, Yang Jian's spirit was shocked, but he didn't dare to have too many emotional ups and downs, and closed his eyes to feel the rhyme contained in this phantom.

Visualizing Pangu, only then can we know the immensity of this heaven and earth, the insignificance of our own body, and the difficulty of opening the sky.

However, why did Pangu God open the sky?

Why did the omnipotent God of Heaven Enlightenment die of exhaustion?

The rumor of the flood wilderness is that the god Pangu understood his own way and was driven by the great road, so he opened up the world.

That's not right! That's too general, it's too vague!

Pangu can divide yin and yang, kill three thousand innate gods and demons, and carve out this world in the chaos of Hongmeng!

The way of heaven was born because of it, the great road was born because it was orderly in the wilderness, and all things were born because of it, and all souls were able to support this heaven and earth!

How can this kind of existence be driven by the Great Dao?

Others don't understand, but Yang Jian knows that the shout echoes in his mind!

The road is alone!

Pangu opens the sky, there must be intentions!

Pangu died of exhaustion in supporting heaven and earth, and after death, his spine was still unyielding, turning into an incomprehensible mountain, supporting heaven and earth for countless years......

What is it that makes him rather die of exhaustion than give up this world?

Why......

"Why ......"

Yang Jian muttered, his eyes a little dazed, as if he was asking the reckless giant with both hands across the endless time and space!

There is no answer.

This is destined to be unanswered.

However, Yang Jian felt it again, that unyielding will, and felt the will to die of exhaustion rather than withdraw his hands and move his legs!

Pangu, all that is left is the will carried by that sentence of eight or nine Xuangong!

The road is alone!

Boom!

Yang Jian's body seemed to be poured with oil, and it was suddenly ignited, gray flames rose up, and his blood rushed into the sky like wolf smoke!

The headless strong man manifested, and then directly exploded, turning into a ball of blood dance, and merged into the mountain axe!

Yang Jian raised the mountain axe with both hands!

"Ahh

Like a madman, there are tiny blood vessels bursting all over the body!

There are no moves, no supernatural powers, just a rhyme, a reverberation in the heavens and the earth, and a high-spirited battle spirit that never bows down!

Heaven and earth seem to be trembling!

The stars are gone, the sun and the moon are eclipsed.

The immortals trembled, and the power was speechless!

With a simple vertical split, the mountain opening axe in Yang Jian's hand drew a simple trajectory, carrying all his strength, all his spirit, all his hard work and soul, and erupted with one blow!

The land that the axe blade slashed through directly turned into a vacuum!

A white arc of light bloomed a hundred zhang in front of Yang Jian's body, but then, this arc of light became extremely shining, and it bombarded towards the vast array of Heavenly Court!

It seems to be about to draw the heavens and the earth, and almost redefine yin and yang!