How could it be...... How could it be......

Isn't that what happened in the flood famine? In games and calculations, what heaven and earth need is balance, and what all parties need is luck and merit.

Their Buddhism now occupies the general trend of heaven and earth, even if there is a strong man like Yang Jian who rises against the wind, isn't it helpless against them?

The script, shouldn't it be that Yang Jian repelled them and temporarily kept the capital city, and then the Buddhism Gate and the Daomen engaged in a period of tussion and game, dividing the Netherworld into three, the Buddha Realm, Shura, and the Underworld Yin Division?

Isn't that the most plausible script?

Why......

The old monk looked down at his chest, and there was a crack in his chest, and a little light flickered in the crack.

His body was slowly dislocated like a severed piece of rotten wood, and a thin thread-like gap appeared on top of the primordial spirit, and an inexplicable pain and peeling sensation was rapidly devouring his entire consciousness.

Before the old monk's consciousness was completely annihilated, he saw more than a dozen people in front of him who looked like him, and he also saw the crowd of people who were washed by the black shadow, and he saw the hot blood raised high......

"Yang ......"

There was a half-shout in his mouth, and the body of the old monk who was cut off by the waist was disintegrated by a domineering Xuangang.

There was a sudden chaos on the inside of the city walls of the capital city!

A 'Kunpeng' with a length of more than ten zhang burst into the air, and when the masters of Buddhism failed to react, they rushed directly into this group of figures and started killing!

The eighteen old monks who fell behind were the first to be cut in half, and the little Kunpeng immediately turned into a human form, smashed the Buddhist master who wanted to rush forward to stop him with one punch, and the spear flicked over, and several heads were thrown directly.

"Yang Jian!"

When Zhun Ti turned his head, he saw Yang Jian sweeping among the masters of Buddhism, but for a moment, due to angry hesitation, several old monks fell.

These masters of Buddhism have been secretly cultivated by Western religions for countless years!

Zhun Ti, who had dispersed the sage's Faxiang, returned again, and once again appeared a golden body, with Buddha fire all over his body, and slapped Yang Jian with one palm.

Yang Jian's eyes were full of coldness, like Nine Mysterious Ice, just like those Shura who were born and raised in the sea of blood!

The figure shook left and right, and two figures appeared, and then one left and one right rushed diagonally, allowing Guo Zhun to lift a palm and pounced on the Buddhist monks on both sides who had been out of order.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

The sound from Yang Jian's mouth was almost a roar, Zhun Ti's palm fell into the air, several people were cut off on the left, and Yang Jian's body on the right exploded, and the Xuangang gun shadow that exploded injured more than ten people.

"Where is the saint disciple!" Zhun Ti turned his head and shouted, and several figures who had already withdrawn from the capital city immediately rushed back.

Zhun Ti's hands quickly sealed, and a stream of golden light swept in all directions, wrapping the Buddhist masters who had not yet had time to escape from the capital city with golden light, and threw them violently towards the gap in the large array.

Yang Jian's figure kept killing, but before he was chopping melons and vegetables, and at this time, with the protection of Zhun Ti's golden light, it was a little more troublesome to start.

Slashed a few more people, and several strong auras rushed in front of him, Yang Jian had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his heart burned with anger, and he turned around and pounced on the Zhun Ti Saint.

"Die!"

"Yang Jian, you have to do something absolutely today!

Zhun Ti rebuked angrily, and the sage's Dharma body reappeared; this Buddha also moved a very real fire, blessed himself with the power of the Buddhas, and filled the Buddha's light with the power of heaven and earth, and even took the initiative to pounce on Yang Jian.

He is a saint, or a meritorious saint who relies on the flood famine, fighting the law here, as long as he does not face the powerful and invincible Dao saint, he is invincible.

Today, he has already been suppressed by Yang Jian and has no face, so fortunately, no matter what kind of saint's face, a fight is!

Ananda, Jiaye and the others quickly formed a formation, constantly taking action to contain Yang Jian, and Zhun Ti used the saint's Dharma body to urge his own supernatural powers, and in a short time, he suppressed the angry Yang Jian in the gap in the capital city.

It's another big war!

And this big battle is more violent, more violent, and more dangerous than the one that came before.

The entire large array of the capital city is in flux, this is the large array that has been running the underworld for countless years and gathering countless ghosts and spirits, but at this time, it is like tissue paper, and it may be stabbed open at any time.

Yang Jian, who was angry, a saint who fought with all his might, and a saint disciple who was barely contained......

The Netherworld seemed to be trembling, the Qiankun was distorting, the Dao was collapsing, and the anger that seemed to be able to burn everything really made the hearts of the cultivators in the left vicinity cold.

The speed at which Yang Jian killed was so fast that Yuding and the others didn't come back to their senses for the first time.

When a few people came in a hurry, they were blocked by the battle between Yang Jian and Zhun Ti in front of them.

What a rare scene of a saint fighting for his life, which has never happened since the flood and the wilderness......

"What's going on?" Zhen Yuanzi and Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor looked at each other.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor looked at the 'Liuya' from himself and others, and then nodded incomprehensibly, muttering, "Although the Hou Tu Niang Niang is a little higher and her status is more respected, Yang Jian is also a young hero, a master at the beginning of the world, and he is also a good match." ”

'Liuya' glanced at Xuanyuan and said indifferently: "The human emperor should not talk nonsense. ”

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor laughed, and didn't dare to joke more.

Then, 'Liuya' looked down at Yang Xiaochan's face that was gradually ruddy, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuding Zhenren handed over another nine-turn golden pill and said, "Please take it, his thoughts." ”

"This elixir can save the lives of more important people in the future, so I don't need to. "Liuya shook his head slightly, and then looked at the place of the battle ahead.

The land, city walls, and great arrays there had been completely wiped out, and a seven-colored ball of light with a diameter of a thousand zhang had appeared.

This ball of light is not anyone's supernatural power, but the Heavenly Dao is desperately mobilizing the power of heaven and earth to protect the Netherworld and prevent the 'cup bottom' of the Three Realms from being penetrated.

In the ball of light, you can faintly see the moving figures, which seem to be a little embarrassed.

And deeper in the ball of light, there are two powerful forces that are constantly colliding......

Zhen Yuanzi frowned and muttered, "Yang Jian really wants to fight to the death with Zhun Ti today? Why? Didn't he slow down before?"

Yuding is Yang Jian's master, and he can only remain silent at this time, but Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor was thoughtful, looked at Liuya who was held by Houtu, and remembered the events of the year.

When Yang Jian had not yet made a career, he went to Emperor Dayu to borrow the mountain axe, and there was a state of mind experience at that time.

The scene that trapped Yang Jian, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor also witnessed it with his own eyes......

"This guy," Regulus sighed softly, not saying more.

In the city of Xudu, the ghost soldiers who were stationed near the city wall were ordered to quickly retreat from the place of the battle;

Outside the city, the endless Buddhist soldiers were rapidly retreating, and the ghost soldiers belonging to the Difu Yin Division did not pursue, and they were also trying to stay away from the ever-expanding range of the colorful ball of light.

The damage of the Yin Si Wu Clan was not heavy, but most of them had already shown some signs of exhaustion, and they quickly gathered together with their own support.

They probably knew what was going on in the city, and when they fought with the Buddhas, they had also seen Yang Jian descend from the sky and heard the continuous sounds in the city.

Yang Jian came to help, shook the Zhun Ti sage, and forced back a group of Buddhist masters and the blood sea Shura...... This kind of record is actually enough.

Yudu has gained a chance to breathe, and the next thing is to regain its strength, but it is not impossible to regain the lost territory and revitalize the underworld in the hands of Buddhism.

But just as they breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Jian suddenly attacked, and launched a fierce attack on the retreating Buddhist masters, attacking and killing dozens of Buddhist masters in a blink of an eye.

That's not enough!

Looking at Yang Jian's momentum, if he didn't overturn Zhun Ti here, he would never give up today.

"Erlang Zhenjun has helped the underworld so far, how ashamed my generation is!

The king of Chujiang, who was wearing a cloak, raised his sword and sighed.

It's a pity that they can only sigh a few times, and then a group of people nod and praise a few words, for the battle situation over there, none of them can help anything.

At this time, all parts of the Three Realms were naturally staring at the underworld, staring at the capital city, and staring at what would happen in the battle between Yang Jian and Zhun Ti.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the ghosts and gods are crying.

There was dead silence everywhere in the heavenly court, the fairy music was not playing, and the human voices were silent.

On the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the Jade Emperor's face was cloudy and uncertain, and all the immortals were silent, except for Tai Bai Xing, who could still stand aside and close his eyes to recuperate, all of them were afraid of missing any picture.

And this cloud mirror technique, which can barely see the situation in the colorful light curtain, is from the handwriting of Tai Bai Xing.

At this time, who in the immortal family dares to talk nonsense?

Buddhism has been wearing a pair of pants with the Jade Emperor in recent years, and today the Buddhist masters who were killed and the Buddhist saints who were beaten violently were all the Jade Emperor's arms.

And the one who did this, but it was still Yang Jian, who made the Jade Emperor hate and fear......

Compared with the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, in a corner of the Heavenly Court, the God of Wealth Mansion with the door closed is more lively, a group of people gather around the pool, and the water surface is also similar to the picture on the cloud mirror of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Cloud mirrors and water mirrors are common means for monks to observe the situation in various parts of the flood and wilderness, but it is not easy to get a glimpse of the situation of the great battle under the colorful light curtain.

Several high-ranking disciples of the Tongtian Sect Master, Zhao Gongming, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit, Our Lady of the Turtle Spirit, Bi Xiao, and Qiong Xiao, watched the battle together with the Ten Heavenly Monarchs and other sect interception masters;

If it is said that the matter of Nantianmen was not premeditated before, the ghosts will not believe it.

"Fierce," Qiong Xiao's small mouth sighed, breaking the dead and dry atmosphere here.

Zhao Gongming nodded, and also echoed dryly: "Fierce." ”

"Compared to when he was a god, his strength has increased tenfold?" The pretty face of the Holy Mother of Jin Ling was slightly depressed, but there was still a little bit of strength between his eyebrows.

The turtle spirit asked in a low voice, "Then, can he really cut down the Zhun Ti Saint today?"

"No," the God of Wealth shook his head, and many sectarian immortals also shook their heads at the same time.

Bi Xiao said softly: "If there is no matter of the Beihai Netherworld, Yang Jian is crazy today, and Zhun Ti may really be overturned by him." But the Beihai Netherworld Stream has already seen the enemy's traces, and I am afraid that Teacher Sanqing will not let Zhun Ti fall. ”

"Yes, it's a saint after all. ”

"But such a scheming saint might as well let Yang Jian kill him. ”

"Shen Yan, have you been able to beat Zhun Ti too? You have a hard time killing a quasi-saint!"

A group of sectarian sect interception immortals suddenly laughed, and the immortal who was counted down spread his hands and was not angry.

Qiong Xiao suddenly shouted: "Look!

The group of people immediately stared at the surface of the water, and quickly fell silent.

It can be seen in the water mirror that the Dharma Body of the Saint of Zhun Ti flew out upside down, crashing out of the light curtain in embarrassment, and smashing the walls of the capital city of hundreds of zhang along the way.

Zhun Tifa's body slapped the ground suddenly, his body moved sideways, and the invisible gun shadows bombarded down, directly collapsing the land of the Xudu City, and a blood spring gushed out from under the Xudu!

Several figures flew upside down one after another, and they were the disciples of the saints such as Jiaye, two of whom were seriously injured, and they were already angry.

Yang Jian's figure jumped high, directly taking Zhun Ti's Dharma body, without giving Zhun Ti the slightest chance to gather momentum, but Zhun Ti just roared, and also rose into the air, forcibly urging his own mana, waving all kinds of Buddha weapons, and Yang Jian started a big battle in mid-air!

When the Buddhist masters saw this scene, they couldn't help but be frightened, and they wanted to make a move one by one but didn't know how to move.

Hundreds of miles away from here, the King of Jizo sat on the back of Di Ting for a long time, and in front of him stood a burning lamp with an angry face.

"You're really not going to make a move!?" Randen asked, gritting his teeth.

Jizo shook his head with a smile, "The retreat of the army is also a very important job, you might as well try it as I said, otherwise I'm afraid it will really end badly today." ”

"Hmph!" Randen swept his sleeves, and said a word or two to the group of Buddhist masters behind him who had followed him to break into the capital city first, and these Buddhist masters all hid their eyes angrily.

Afterwards, a group of people hurriedly rushed back to the capital city.

Lighting the lamp and shaking his arms, he shouted: "Cloth Thousand Buddha Great Array! Suppress this demon!"

A group of Buddhist masters responded with a bang.

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