Burning blood and burning the original god, the improvement that can be obtained is too limited.

Yang Jian left everything behind, just to fight to the death, even if he could die with this supreme man.

Then at least there is some dignity, and there is no need to wait for the Eternal Kingdom of God to recover and crush the desolation into dregs.

Yang Jian didn't feel that he could leave any backhand in his previous life, if it weren't for his cultivation of eight or nine Xuangong and his return to the Hongjing, he might not even know that he was Dubi.

He just happened to come from the soul of the earth, and he already had a deep affection for the flood wilderness, and he just wanted to desperately protect everything he had......

Just an ordinary lonely ghost.

The world is difficult, there is not much time left for cultivation, but the opponents are stronger and stronger one by one, and that glimmer of life seems to be getting farther and farther away.

At the moment when the Yuan Soul was burned, Yang Jian was actually a little self-defeating.

He couldn't hold it anymore......

Since the loss of the Flood Wilderness, the pressure on his shoulders has often made him unable to move, and his heart has been twitching on the edge of twisting.

Fight to the death, and then be freed.

When he pounced on the white-clothed little monk, Yang Jian's heart came up with such thoughts, and then he was reluctant and regretful, but in the end, he was swallowed up by that anger, and only his next offensive was how to fight this supreme strong!

Stacking Force!

Open the sky!

Yang Jian turned into a ray of blood, split the huge golden elephant of the Buddha, tore the palms that came one by one, and slammed into the little monk in white with a cold snort on his face!

Three thousand gods and demons!

Zhentian Jedi Seal!

Devour heaven and earth, suppress the ancient and modern!

The three-pointed two-edged spear was even a little unable to withstand the power that Yang Jian frantically injected into it, trembling, trembling!

Blood and golden rays poured out from all over the desolation, and the heaven and earth that had been punctured had just become a way for the aftermath of these fighting methods to vent at this time.

In Zhongshenzhou, the war has basically come to an end, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Sun Wukong, Zixia, Jinzha, Muzha ...... A group of more than 30 people immediately rushed to the underworld to support at this time.

But as soon as they assembled, a 10,000-mile-long mountain river on the south side of Zhongshenzhou suddenly collapsed, and the sky was full of rocks, and they saw a wolf-faced leopard with more than a dozen long tails flying out of the rocks, and under it, a gray green Kunpeng followed closely, and continued to collide!

"Kunpeng!"

"It's Kunpeng!"

"The beast...... It's holding Nuwa Niangniang!"

With a few soft shouts, Nezha and the others were just about to rush forward to rescue, but suddenly felt two amazing breaths gushing out from the ground depression.

The golden light was shining but it was constantly shaking, and the white-clothed little monk sitting cross-legged on the six reincarnation disks flew up at great speed, although the rhyme and breath were all strong and domineering that Nezha had never experienced, but at this time, he seemed to be fleeing in a hurry.

A flash of blood light rushed very quickly, if you take this white-clothed monk as a reference, you can see that this blood light is also extremely fast.

There's no way to hide!

A shot smashed, a forward stab, a sweep, and the latter shot almost overlapped with the previous one, which was a move that was about to break through the limit of the time wheel.

Behind them, Qiankun collapsed all the way;

In their bodies, countless tiny chains of Dao rules collapsed......

It wasn't just a shot that penetrated the barrier that the little monk in white was trying to hold up, and then the continuous attacks smashed on the little monk in white, smashing his figure far away.

And the blood stopped for a moment, and with one hand grabbed the six reincarnation disks where the white-clothed monk was sitting, pulled it violently, snatched it back, and threw it back into the underworld.

It was also such a delay, the little monk in white appeared above the Nine Heavens, the white clothes were stained with blood, and the iron blushed face to wipe the blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Damn, really hateful, how did you meet such a madman as you!"

Yang Jian can't delay, it's his life that is burning now!

The undefeated golden body technique, the eight or nine Xuangong, the sea-covering array, and the whole body have been forced to the extreme by him at this time!

However, the Eight or Nine Xuangong suddenly emitted an incomparably mysterious Dao rhyme, and Yang Jian's eyes were full of flowers, and he saw a scene that made his heart extremely shaken between the lightning and flint.

He saw it, and saw the mystery of the breakthrough of the eight or nine Xuangong!

Because he saw Taisu's final battle, and saw the battle between Panshen and Xumo in his heyday, which was the last axe......

Take my ways, my body, my gods, my souls, my spirits. ’

"Maybe I won't be able to set foot in the realm of the strongest in my life, but today, I will do everything I can to shatter your avenue and protect my soul!"

'Nothing!'

The giant burning with boundless blood opened his eyes, and the figure across from him turned and fled.

'Slash!'

It was the nine styles of opening the heavens that Yang Jian was familiar with, the nine styles were one, and they all had themselves, and they were integrated into this axe, and the pan god who split this axe had nothing at that moment.

Give it all ......

Give it all ......

Leave yourself no way back at all, no fuel for nirvana at all.

Yang Jian raised his head suddenly, the divine light surging in his forehead and eyes, and his eyes were filled with golden and blood-colored light.

Boom!

There seemed to be a heartbeat between heaven and earth, and several phantoms suddenly appeared around Yang Jian's body, but these phantoms quickly coincided with Yang Jian.

The corners of the white-clothed monk's mouth twitched slightly, but he actually disappeared at this time, and he was temporarily avoiding Yang Jian's edge.

"If the pan god can hurt the void, I can kill you!"

Stomped on the ground, the desolate land shook continuously, and the mountains and rivers crumbled everywhere.

Yang Jian's left hand grabbed ahead, the void shattered, the stars turned into powder, thousands of worlds seemed to be in this palm, and the entire Chaos Sea was almost subverted by this palm.

Yuan Shi Tianzun seemed to remember something, and shouted on the clouds: "Yang Jian, no!"

But Yang Jian's body was already dripping with drops of blood, and these blood trembled gently, as if he wanted to return to Yang Jian's body, but he couldn't find a way back at all.

Yang Jian's snort erupted with golden aflames, his left hand grabbed violently, pulled back, and a white shadow fell from the air.

"How come!" The little monk in white had a deep shock in his eyes, but these shocks had turned into fear in the next moment!

That shot!

It is like the divine arrow shot by Hou Yi towards the Golden Crow, as if it has gathered the roar of those dead creatures in the endless years!

But it was like a plain shot, without any fancy at all, just a slight stab, it penetrated the chest of the white-clothed little monk, smashed a jade disc behind the opponent, broke a jade tree from it, and finally stopped in front of a quaint jade bowl......

Yang Jian's body was like a bloody man, his eyes receded, and it seemed that he was about to fall.

But he let go of his spear, clenched his iron fist, and smashed it on the head of the little white-clothed monk who was about to say something......

It seems to be just a punch, but when it falls, it is already a thousand punches......

"Die!"

The word squeezed out of his teeth, and his fist slowly fell again......

There was silence between heaven and earth, and everyone watched this scene quietly, but many powerful Dao hearts that were already silent trembled so much that their eyes were red.

A purple light shone, and a hand appeared out of thin air and rested on Yang Jian's shoulder.

"It's so hard, boy. ”

A small tree appeared behind the purple-haired man, and the moment the tree appeared, the heavens and the earth seemed to be full of life, full of vitality.

One branch of the small tree pressed down, and a drop of crystal water fell on the top of Yang Jian's head, and the aura on his body, which had gradually weakened, suddenly stabilized, and then slowly rose.

Sighing lightly, the purple-haired man threw the figure he had been carrying in his hand to the side of the white-clothed monk on the ground, pointed a finger on Yang Jian's forehead, closed his eyes, and moved his lips slightly, as if whispering something.

Yang Jian was already in a semi-comatose state at this time, and opened his eyes in a daze to look at the man in front of him......

"Master ......"

"Leave the green mountains without worrying about no firewood, I will help you temporarily suppress your Eight or Nine Xuangong Dao, and then break through when you wake up." Remember what I said to you, today is not the end, and you still have unfinished business to do. ”

Yang Jian responded in a daze, and his body changed and lay down.

The purple-haired man waved his hand gently, and Yang Jian's figure was sent to Nezha and Monkey King, and was hugged by Nezha.

"Master!"

Zixia cried out and ran over to take out ammunition in her sleeve, but Yang Jian had completely passed out and couldn't swallow it in her mouth at all.

"Three-eyed ......" Sun Wukong sighed in a low voice beside him, "I didn't expect that in the end, you were the stupidest"

"What are you talking nonsense? Say it again?" Zixia raised her head and glared at Sun Wukong, gritted her teeth and scolded angrily: "Master has devoted all his efforts to you, passed on your Xuangong, helped you practice so far, and saved you several times and three times, but you have to be insulted with such words!"

"Okay Zixia, take care of Senior Brother first, quick, go find the Sage Master!"

Nezha and Zixia and several surrounding Daomen disciples hurriedly rushed to the clouds with Yang Jian in their arms, and Sanqing had already greeted him.

Outside the sky, the Kunpeng Phantom who was listening to the battle with the divine beast hurriedly returned, and the Nuwa on her back was intact, but the phantom was covered with scars everywhere.

Kunpeng's phantom turned into a real person of Yuding, and appeared next to Yang Jian with Nuwa, anxiously checking Yang Jian's injuries.

Whew—

The golden hoop stick fell to the ground, Sun Wukong looked up at the clouds, subconsciously took half a step back, grabbed the Taoist standing aside, and asked in a low voice: "What she said is true?

The man sighed softly.

"Good," Zhenyuan Daxian, who was meditating and healing on the side, opened his eyes and said softly, "Brother Yi, it's useless to hide it from you now." ”

"In this world, the most proficient in eight or nine Xuangong is Erlang Zhenjun, your skills are actually taught to you by him. ”

"It's just that Erlang Zhenjun doesn't want you to be in his shadow all the time, and after passing on your immortal law, he hides his identity from you, and spurs you on the side. ”

Sun Wukong clenched his fists.

Zhenyuan Daxian Road:

"Before you were born, you were calculated by the Buddhism, and the true monarch was afraid that you, the person who should be robbed, would be ruined by the Buddhism, and played several games with the Buddhism. “

"When you were born, Erlang Zhenjun even appeared directly to protect ......"

"Enough!"

Sun Wukong let out a low shout, and the golden hoop stick flew back into his hand on its own.

Turning around suddenly, the monkey's eyes were on fire, staring at the two supreme men lying there and the purple-haired man who suddenly appeared, rushing forward, somersaulting clouds, and fiercely pounced on the white-clothed little monk who was already half-dead and seriously injured.