Ghosts roared in the sky, and corpses and bloody skulls were everywhere.

The cultivators were reduced to conquest soldiers, and the undead who were unwilling to die easily were controlled by the invisible avenue that ran through the heavens and the earth, and with the faint disdain of the strongest man who was located at the highest peak of all souls, they turned into fierce ghosts and spirits, and thousands of ghost armies......

Looking at the chaotic battle below, Yang Jian couldn't help but start thinking - what kind of road are the two or three avenues of the strongest Xumo?

Judging from the situation when he fought against Xumo, the strongest person's control of the Great Dao had reached the point where he could change his own Great Dao at will.

There is a great avenue in the void of Mo itself, which should be a avenue that can collect remnant souls, bring these remnant souls back to life, and give them extraordinary strength - the name of the avenue is only known to Void Mo itself, but it should belong to the category of 'creation'.

The most famous avenue of creation in the flood wilderness is the way of Nuwa Niangniang, which is the mixed yuan avenue that created the human race.

Yang Jian's master, Yuding Zhenren, is also a great avenue of creation, but it is more in the creation of all things, and jade is the way of creation.

Except for this avenue, Yang Jian didn't know what kind of other avenues of Xumo were and what kind of supernatural powers they had, but judging from the conclusion that Xumo was in the heyday of the battle with Panshen and both were defeated, the other avenue of Xumo was not too strong.

Perhaps, among the nine supreme powers, the ninth supreme powerhouse, is the ultimate existence.

However, it was such a strong man at the bottom who destroyed Taisu and pushed the flood to the edge of the abyss......

Road.

Yang Jian thought quietly for a while, and the battle below also made him frown slightly.

Even if there was a threat from Xumo and his subordinates, Yang Jian couldn't calmly watch the desolate creatures suffer such a catastrophe from the sidelines.

Although it can only be saved for a while......

Seventy-two changes.

Yang Jian performed the way of change and turned into a middle-aged Taoist, holding an innate spirit treasure-level fairy sword, wearing a robe with water sleeves and ink, although the beard he grew slightly destroyed the sense of elegance, but it also added a bit of majesty.

He said: "The demon is in trouble! How can the poor Dao sit idly by!"

After saying that, he swung his sword down, revealing the aura fluctuations of the early stage of the quasi-saint, making people feel that his realm was not yet stable.

This kind of situation happens from time to time, and there have been many overhauls who originally escaped the world or did not know the coming catastrophe because of the retreat, and after the war affected themselves, they threw themselves into the fighting method to protect the living beings in the wilderness.

This person who has changed like Yang Jian is inconspicuous in the entire pattern of heaven and earth, but it can just change the situation of the battle here.

Yang Jian fell from the sky, and a quasi-saint cultivator on the other side greeted him with a floating dust.

Yang Jian restrained the urge to directly bombard the other party, and fought with the opponent from afar with the fairy sword.

For a while, the sword light was like rain, the sky was fire and thunder, and the two of them fought 'equally', moving and leaping, and the fairy light was permeated, so it was not lively.

But the resurrectant who stopped Yang Jian couldn't figure out why the immortal sword that he had dodged or hit could always fly into his own camp and wreak havoc after he had the upper hand, even though he should still have the upper hand.

The fighting method is only a moment, and there are already several resurrectants under the Da Luo Realm and dozens of Da Luo, who have been killed or injured under this person's flying sword.

Those ghost armies summoned by the Avenue of the Strongest were even more heavily wounded, and the golden light swept away as if they were directly cleared.

The resurrectant of the quasi-holy realm suddenly shouted angrily, and tried to lure the land of the two of them to the outside of the sky, but he unexpectedly fell into passivity for some reason, and he could only be chased and slashed by the other party.

Yang Jian's bullying of the resurrected people of such a realm is actually a bit disregarding the face of the saint.

But Yang Jian never felt that he had much face, and the face of the saint was a little unworthy in his opinion.

The sword sings, the geometry of life.

Yang Jian's strong entry into the game made the battle quickly pour towards the monks, and more importantly, the morale of the monks was greatly boosted.

And Yang Jian also took this opportunity to begin to ponder the things he had ignored before-the Dao of Void Mo.

This is also because Xumo has not healed from his injuries and is unable to exert the power of his own Great Dao; in other words, Xumo has not shown other Great Dao in front of Yang Jian, but only relies on the mysterious realm and Taoism of the strongest to fight with Yang Jian without falling behind.

Perhaps, the secret of defeating Xumo is hidden in Xumo's own avenue.

And Yang Jian also knew that for several months, he had allowed him to intercept and kill the generals without showing up to stop him, and he was definitely concentrating on recuperating from his injuries.

If it were the same as before, Xumo would definitely protect his subordinates and the Dao Saints among those who were resurrected, but now because of the existence of Yunxiao Niangniang, Xumo is a little more urgent.

Xu Mo wants to launch a thunder offensive immediately after recovering from his injuries, not only to destroy the flood and desolation, but more importantly, to kill Yunxiao, plunder her avenue, and let his strength take a big step forward!

A path of perfection is the most priceless treasure in the world for the strongest.

Therefore, Yang Jian was so active before, and Xu Mo did not appear again, but only recalled his subordinates and saints to the land of Wubu Continent.

In fact, this is the best opportunity for the Honghuang side to fight back, but helplessly, the Honghuang monks are also injured and are a little powerless to fight back.

Alas......

Yang Jian sighed lightly in his heart, only to feel that the road ahead was becoming more and more difficult.

"Who are you! How dare you be the enemy of the poor road! Don't you want to live?"

The quasi-saint who was fighting with him scolded angrily, obviously being forced by Yang Jian to be a little anxious.

But seeing this 'sword immortal' smile coldly, the fairy sword in his hand attacked quickly, sprinkling sword shadows all over the sky, and a giant sword came from the sky, as if it had the sword intent to slaughter the sky.

The Pingtian Sword, which had not been used for many years, was unleashed, although it was not a clever sword intent, but it also had extraordinary power in Yang Jian's hands.

The Quasi-Saint Realm Resurrector hurriedly dodged, but as soon as he dodged, he turned his head to look, only to see that Yang Jian's attack had all fallen among a few Resurrection masters and many ghost armies, and he quickly cleared a large area, which did not waste any mana at all......

"You're too much of a deception!"

"Demons should be slaughtered!"

The 'Sword Immortal' raised his head and laughed, and he was arrogant.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of an eagle crying on the cliff on the side, and this sound resounded through the sky, running through the heavens and the earth.

Ignoring the battle between the many monks and the ghost army, this eagle spread its wings and flew straight into the sky, heading straight for the two quasi-holy realm resurrectors who were fighting against the Great Cultivation of the Great Flood Desolation!

Yang Jian showed a little smile, the spirit sword in his hand sprinkled with light and rain, and his moves became more and more elegant and calm.

"Where did you come from?"

"Beware, this eagle is weird!"

After a few shouts and curses, the eagle suddenly revealed its extreme speed, as if a gap had been broken, allowing it to appear in front of a quasi-holy realm resurrector several times.

Then the eagle's body spun, and the flames gushed, engulfing the resurrectant who had no time to dodge in an instant!

I heard a scream, and the chewing sound from the flames made my scalp tingle.

The flames converged into human form, and the resurrectors and monks around them were all stunned.

I saw a tattered monkey squatting in the air, and the body of the resurrected person had turned into the body of the demon race, which was actually a goat covered in iron armor. At this time, the goat's forelimb was missing, and the missing one was grasped in the monkey's hand and brought to his mouth from time to time.

The monkey's eyes were a little blank, and his face was indifferent, oblivious to the situation around him.

"Kill this demon monkey together!"

One person shouted loudly, the surrounding divine light flashed, and the magic powers and magic weapons poured away at the monkey for a while.

The sword immortal on the side raised his arms and shouted: "There is no good fighter in my desolate human race!"

All the monks shouted in unison, and several major repairers immediately rushed to the vicinity of the monkey, sharing a lot of pressure for the monkey.

But in the end, the sky was full of streamers that engulfed the monkey's body.

Roaring, thunder and fire.

When the fluctuations of vitality dissipate and Qiankun recovers a little clarity, the sound of chewing is still there.

The monkey was unharmed, except for the tattered clothes on his body.

The monkey squatted there and continued to bite the leg of mutton, and then as if he had eaten the muscles, he spat it a little impatiently, and the monkey hair on the side of his mouth was dyed blood-red, and his whole body exuded a trace of fierceness.

Then he grabbed the leg of the lamb and dragged the goat towards another resurrection of the quasi-holy realm......

Yang Jian sighed lightly in his heart, and quietly continued to fight with his opponent, but his opponent was also frightened by the monkey, full of flaws, so Yang Jian casually found an opportunity to directly hit hard, and then continued to attack.

In fact, there are monkeys on the scene, and there are no resurrections from the Great Dao Saint Realm or the Quasi-Saint Peak Realm here, and the battle has come to an end.

Two hours later, countless ghost armies abandoned here were quickly extinguished, and the monks cleaned up the mess with sad faces, and there were also many Buddhist monks who overspent their souls everywhere, so as not to turn into powerful ghosts and disturb this place again.

There should be no war in this vast world in the short term, after all, the strongest side still places the main force near the Southern Ganbu Continent.

The sword immortal that Yang Jian turned into took the initiative to walk towards the monkey who was leaning on the goat's corpse in a daze, and arched his hand forward and made a gesture.

At this time, as long as he comes into contact with the monkey, he can directly drive the avenue and take the monkey back to Nanbu Continent, and the monkey will not have time to resist.

But Yang Jian saw the confusion and boredom in the monkey's eyes, and felt a little unbearable in his heart, so he didn't take him away directly.

"What do you call Daoyou?" 'Sword Immortal' asked with a smile as he mentioned the Immortal Sword.

The monkey raised his eyes and looked at the sword fairy in front of him, and without saying a word, he continued to sit there in a daze.

A few streamers fell on the side, but it was two quasi-saint realm monks who came forward with three Da Luo, and made a deep gesture to Yang Jian, the 'Sword Immortal', and the monkey sitting on the side.

"The kindness of the two Taoist friends, the poor Dao and a few Taoist friends are unforgettable! I also invite the two of them to go to the celebration banquet together, and let the poor Dao thank you to the two of them!"

"No need," Yang Jian's transformed sword immortal shook his head, smiled freely, and said, "There are still great wars in the surrounding worlds, and I should continue to sweep away the demons." By the way, how many Daoists are from Chaotian Pavilion?"

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