was scolded and threatened by an evil dragon, Yang Jian was really angry, grabbed the pointless gun, threw out a series of Xuangang, and drilled into the well!

There was a scream from the well, and there was a roar full of anger, and the whole mountain began to shake, and a strong black gas rose to the sky, and cracks appeared in the mountains around the crystal!

Yang Jian's figure retreated leisurely, standing in the air, glancing at the mortals who were not far from here, snorting coldly in his heart, and did not remind those people to leave, anyway, it was only on the border between being affected and not being affected, life and death were fate.

Bang!

A dragon claw covered with black scales smashed crystals, shattered mountain stones, and there was an embarrassed old Taoist hanging on the claws, who was not the Qingfeng Viewer?

This old man was colorless, and he was frightened and shouted, and hurriedly shouted: "Ancestor, let me go down!"

The black-scaled dragon claw slapped towards the ground, directly throwing Lao Dao away, crashing into the corner of the courtyard, rolling his eyes, and suddenly falling unconscious.

Speaking of this dragon claw alone, the length and width are more than five zhang, and the big tendons on it are hideous, the black scales are shining with cold light, and the sharp claws are like cold stones.

The dragon's claws were so hard that the earth and stones shattered, the courtyard fell, and the whole mountain trembled.

Yang Jian stood peacefully on the clouds, as if he was outside the fugue, and did not take this scene to heart at all.

In the middle of the earth, a terrifying dragon with a length of 100 zhang crawled out!

The wind and clouds change color, the sun and the moon are not shining! The world of this small world suddenly became chaotic and inexplicable, and within a hundred miles, all the beasts, insects, and fish fell to the ground, and the flowers and trees withered one after another!

When those mortals saw the black dragon, they were terrified inexplicably, kneeling on the ground and trembling, but they were still begging the immortals to take action to capture and kill the evil dragon, instead of turning their heads and running for their lives.

When Yang Jian caught a glimpse of this, he could only smile bitterly and shake his head, and didn't bother with it.

And the masters of the dragon clan hiding in the sky got Yang Jian's order, and they would protect the lives of these mortals later.

It's just this dragon......

I always feel that it is too weak than I imagined.

Perhaps, it is not incomprehensible that Jiaohua Dragon is still in this small world, the Dao Law is incomplete, and the strength is weaker.

This black dragon, with a pair of horns on its head, has not been born, although it looks vicious, it is comparable to the Golden Immortal Demon.

The dragon soul of such a strength is ......

Yang Jian looked at the pointless gun in his hand, slightly worried.

It's just that this dragon soul is only to stimulate the soul left by the predecessors of the dragon clan who cast the spearless spear, not to be used as a gun soul, even if it is a little inferior in quality, it is barely enough.

Roar!

Hei Jiao roared at Yang Jian again and again, his body swayed, and he rushed towards the clouds, and then turned back with his teeth and claws, pounced and bit at Yang Jian.

Look at Yang Jian, dressed in a light yellow robe, holding a spearless gun, pedaling the bright moon, and his eyes are blue.

How dare you reprimand a demon, scold a beast to be killed, rush forward with a gun, and fight with the black dragon.

The dragon's body is long and powerful, but the vicious dragon claws can't shake Yang Jian's body;

The spear in Yang Jian's hand was pointless, but the shadow of the spear was full of Xuangang spear shadows in the sky, and there were layers of turquoise dragon blood!

It's just that as soon as he took a look, the front abdomen of the black Jiao was full of scars, this black Jiao's soul was in full swing, where could he dare to compete with Yang Jian?

Yang Jian turned a blind eye to the poisonous mist, jumped into it deeply, and chased the black Jiao for a while.

This burst of killings is really:

The blue wind gusted, and the souls of people were frightened everywhere.

I don't know what it is, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The roar of the dragon was endless, and the spearless spear in Yang Jian's hand was also stained with turquoise dragon blood.

The dragon continued to struggle in the air, and the blood spilled out, within a hundred miles, as long as a few drops of the blood of the poisonous dragon were contaminated, the mountain rocks melted, and the ridge collapsed, which was really extremely poisonous.

A dragon elder stepped forward and covered those mortals with a cover, so that those mortals who came to sacrifice could not worry about it for the time being.

Several dragon warriors also appeared everywhere, protecting several Terran villages within a hundred miles.

Yang Jian had no scruples, the spear went around, smashed the black Jiao, shook his body again, cast a flying trail, straddled the neck of the black dragon, and found the black scale gap of the black dragon, and the spear penetrated into it!

"I am a dragon!"

Hei Jiao scolded angrily, constantly twisting his body, trying to throw Yang Jian off his back. But its muscles were wounded, and its strength was passing rapidly, and it was just a struggle before death.

At this moment, a dragon's roar was heard, and the golden light in the sky was bright, and a four-clawed golden dragon appeared in the sky, thousands of zhang long, and the dragon's eyes were full of majesty.

Compared to this golden dragon, this vicious black dragon is as unbearable as a loach.

"Dare to poison the dragon! Dare to call the dragon clan! Don't die quickly!"

Seeing this, Hei Jiao scolded: "Since you are a dragon clan, why do you see this wicked person bullying and killing your fellow clansmen!

When Yang Jian heard this, he frowned slightly, the spear in his hand swept, the black dragon roared in pain, and the neck was cut off in half by Yang Jian, and a large stream of turquoise poisonous blood was sprinkled, and the world was depressed!

The golden dragon suddenly rebuked angrily: "Just a python, how dare you call yourself a dragon! Our people have inherited from ancient times, teaching their children to do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and not to fight with others, you just got a little bloodline opportunity, and if you are fortunate enough to turn into a dragon, you will be a power and blessing here, devouring innocent mortals, but adding disaster to our people!

"Elders don't have to be angry," Yang Jian's indifferent voice penetrated into the black dragon's ears, but it made the black dragon's heart cold and a little overwhelmed.

Yang Jian said very simply, but what he said was: "I will definitely want this little Jiao to live and die." ”

But no, if the Spearless takes the dragon soul of this dragon, although this dragon soul is sane and sanitary, it is absorbed by the Spearless Spear into a mysterious and mysterious soul power, adding some skills to hurt people's souls.

But for the dragon soul that was ingested, it was true that it was not dead, and it could not be reincarnated, it really could not be life and death.

The ants are still stealing life, let alone this black Jiao who has been practicing for an unknown number of years?

Even though his neck was broken in half, the black Jiao was still struggling, and Yang Jian jumped up on his back with a spikless spear, leaving a huge scar on his back that was deep enough to see the bones.

Law Phase!

Yang Jian used the magic power commonly used by Daomen disciples but was extremely practical, turned into a hundred-zhang giant, and directly grabbed the dragon tail of the black dragon with one hand, and slammed it towards the mountain on one side.

Rumble!

The black Jiao directly smashed the mountain, the earth and rocks flew, and the sky was dark.

How can Yang Jian, who can use the law of heaven and earth, only have this blow? Xuangong is powering the sky, and Heijiao is in trouble today.

I saw that the giant that Yang Jian turned into stepped on a mountain, used the black dragon as a whip, and threw it around wantonly, shattering several mountains, smashing two or three valleys, and collapsing four or five ridges.

When Yang Jian put away the Xuangong, the black dragon hung miserably on the top of a stone mountain, and there was no one complete on his body, the scale armor was broken, the tendons were torn, and the keel was broken.

Yang Jian returned to his human form, carried the pointless spear to the black Jiao, frowned and thought.

This black dragon, the strength is really not as good as Er'er, and its mana is also like an evil technique that has been devouring boys and girls for a long time, mottled and impure, so there is no backhand power in front of him.

Can such a dragon soul activate the original dragon soul of the pointless spear?

The dragon soul on the pointless spear, the famous dragon clan who survived the first tribulation of the dragon and phoenix, even fused the endless battle intent, the endless resentment against the phoenix clan, and even its life into this pointless dragon lance!

With such an inferior dragon soul, Yang Jian really didn't want to poke it.

But he didn't have much time to delay;

The curtain of the gods has been opened, and he can be regarded as busy, before the princes of the four towns enter the court, he came out to desert and refine his three-pointed and two-edged guns.

Maybe when you will lead the army into battle and participate in the battle between the two sects, in a short period of time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to cultivate my Xuan Gong, and the path that can quickly improve my combat power is to refine a three-pointed two-edged gun!

Looking at the black dragon in front of him, the divine light in the black dragon's eyes was gradually dimming, and the dragon's mouth couldn't hold the highly poisonous dragon ball......

That's it.

Yang Jian shook his head and sighed, he would rather not take the soul of this black Jiao, rather than let his divine soldiers be defeated.

He turned around and flew towards the sky, and before leaving, he looked at the Taoist temple that had turned into ruins, but he just happened to see the unconscious Qingfeng Guan Lord.

Yang Jian's figure that just wanted to leave suddenly stopped.

No, there's something strange about it.

What I am looking for is the three-headed Bibo Jiao, and the dragon clan brought himself here to find the whereabouts of the three-headed Bibo Jiao.

And what is this that I just killed? How many heads do you have?

Even if you count with your feet, the number of heads is clear at a glance - there is only one head!

Yang Jian's heart was horizontal, not afraid of consuming the Yuan Shen, and raised his hand on his forehead.

The vertical eyes reappear, the shadows of the six realms rotate, break through the falsehood, and see through the false reality!

Yang Jian snorted coldly, picked up the gun and fell on the ruins of the Taoist temple, looking at the sleepy old Dao at the wellhead, his voice was cold, and his face was very unkind.

There were times when he even looked away, and these three blue waves were really cunning! No wonder they could survive to this day.

"Did I kill your heir or your disciple just now, or is it your relic?"

The old man at the wellhead was still in a faint state, as if Yang Jian was talking to himself.

Yang Jian waited silently for a while, and the pointless gun in his hand suddenly pointed out dozens of gun shadows, shooting towards the wellhead!

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were all turquoise, without half the whites of his eyes!

That gaze was cold and terrifying!