In the final analysis, the strongest are just creatures that have transcended the Great Dao, but all living beings come from the realm of true spirit projection and form, and they can't get rid of their own roots-

Soul.

In the flood wilderness, some vicious evil cultivators will increase their cultivation by absorbing people's three souls and seven spirits, but in fact, it is an extremely difficult but powerful avenue, but ordinary monks can't go down.

And the evil method that Xuandu taught to Yang Jian to manipulate the souls of others is actually one of the more anti-heaven existences of the 'soul'.

But compared to the 'eldest sister' who played with the lives of the strongest of the eight realms in a soul bead, the evil method given by Xuandu was really a bit trivial.

Yang Jian flew over, and Xiankong was also making the last struggle, but he left late and had no chance.

The young man in the black robe just chuckled, and without hesitation, he crushed the gray bead, and the eyes of the envy, who had only temporarily suppressed his serious injury, widened and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Jian had already pounced before this young man in the black robe!

He didn't care much about Xiankong's life or death, Xiankong, a villain whose hands were stained with the blood of living beings, even if he could live after the war, Yang Jian would also kill him.

But at this time, Xiankong is using it for himself, and if he is by his side, his chances of winning can be a few percent.

Since it's too late......

That homeopathic attack is.

The three-pointed two-edged spear shook out the shadow of the gun, and Yang Jian did not dare to directly exert the three-fold force that was too strong in the power of the shock, so as not to injure the enemy and not damage himself.

With his strength at this time, he had a chance to kill the opponent by using his double overlapping force.

However, there was a little smile in the eyes of the Xuanpao man, and his five fingers were opened, and Yang Jian, the surrounding Qiankun, the Dao rules, and all tangible things were all stopped.

The Xuanpao man shook his hand, and Qiankun shattered inch by inch, and Yang Jian's figure was directly knocked away from the air.

This seemingly simple back and forth, but it made Yang Jian a little shocked in his heart.

This person's strength is really rare in his life.

Even, there is already a trace of the feeling that the remnant soul of the crossing gave him back then, if the weight is light, the avenue can be broken easily.

The young man in the Xuanrobe walked slowly, and with each step, his figure slowly rose a little, and he walked into the air step by step, not looking at Yang Jian at all.

"The borrowed avenue, after all, is just a borrowed avenue, do you still think you really have this strength? Meng Luo planned the layout, but it was just to vent his personal anger, but you became his pawn, it is really a little sad. ”

Yang Jian had already gotten up again, and the other party was just standing there quietly at this time, probably just disdainful of taking the initiative to attack him.

"Who are you?"

"A lonely soul who shouldn't exist in this world," the man chuckled, his eyes a little wistful.

Gently raising his right hand, the Xuan-robed man lightly touched his side, and nine black-gray pillars of light appeared behind him.

This pillar of light turned his whole body white.

What a strong coercion......

Yang Jian subconsciously clenched the snow-white divine spear, feeling the nine avenues that directly forced his divine soul.

Sharp, heavy, extremely solid, almost flawless.

Each avenue has been tempered thousands of times, reaching its own extreme, and then gradually falling under this Xuanpao person, with the same rhythm.

The light gradually converged, and the nine divine soldiers were suspended behind the Xuan-robed man.

The long sword dripping with blood, full of gaps but incomparably thick broadsword;

The pitch-black spear that exudes the morality of dominating the world and not dying and never returning, the pair of fists that seem simple, but actually contain infinite mystical rhyme;

Then there is the treacherous dagger, the hammer that shakes the sky, the axe that splits the earth, the bow that breaks the void, and ......

That side was a little broken, but the power was faintly higher than a bronze mirror of the other eight avenues.

The bronze mirror seemed to have been broken and glued back together, leaving behind fine marks like cobwebs.

"If you use a spear, then I will use a spear against you. ”

The Xuanpao Man raised his hand slightly, and the pitch-black spear fell into his hand, and the other eight avenues stood there steadily, although they did not move, they pushed the Xuanpao Man's breath into an increasingly terrifying state.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and exhaled softly.

"My master died at your hands?"

"Uncle Master?" the Xuan-robed man chuckled, pointed the pitch-black spear obliquely downward, and said indifferently, "Is that Meng Luo? When did he die? I don't dare to kill him, otherwise His Highness will have to fight with me." ”

Yang Jian frowned suddenly, this matter was a little strange.

But at this time, the situation did not make him think much about it, the momentum of the Xuanpao man had rushed to the peak, and at this time, he was like a leaf of duckweed, facing the waves covering the sky.

The difference in strength is really a little powerless.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and seven avenues slowly emerged behind him.

The Great Array of Covering the Sea, the Qiankun in the Body, and the Great Array of Zhou Tian Xingdou......

Although the results were already very small, Yang Jian could only use some skills that could bless himself at this time.

Then, with a solemn face and fearless eyes, he looked at the powerful enemy in his life.

"It's been a long time since I've seen this kind of look. ”

The Xuan-robed man muttered softly, and then raised his left hand high, and the whole person was filled with a solemn aura, as if the weepings of countless living beings were entangled around him.

"Even for your eyes, I will also show ten percent of my strength, which can be regarded as a little respect for the creatures of the future generations. ”

With that, his raised left hand clenched his fist violently, and the bronze mirror behind him flashed brightly, and then six huge bronze mirrors appeared in the surrounding three thousand zhang land, enveloping the figures of the two of them.

A total of nine blades shone at the same time, from the long sword to the bronze mirror, turning into eight black rays of light and drilling into the pitch-black spear!

Yang Jian squinted slightly, and a little sense of familiarity appeared in his heart.

Ten parties banned!

Nine soldiers are back!

"Zi Tan Leng Mo?"

"Oh, you know my name so long," the man in the robe frowned slightly, "but the old man?"

"Ah, it's your old friend, it's a pity...... Let's fight!"

Yang Jian took a slow breath, his momentum continued to climb, and the hilt mark in his palm shone lightly, injecting it into the spear.

Finally, in the midst of that storm, he was like a reef, and he had a little strength to fight back.

Xuanpao Man, the second general of the former Eternal God Kingdom, and also the most trusted god general of the Eternal God King back then, was once on the same level as the founding general Du Bi.

Yang Jian's heart was filled with a deep sense of helplessness, which was not his own emotions, but the imprint in his hand.

"Spear ......"

Zi Qin Lengmo's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and there were a few names in his heart, but he couldn't identify whose reincarnation Yang Jian was.

An old friend who likes to use a spear?

But hearing Yang Jian's scolding, his figure rose into the sky, and against the power of the ban that was frantically squeezed around him, the whole person was wrapped in golden light.

Sword and shield pagoda, Dingding, thousands!

Open the sky!

Two overlapping forces!

Yang Jian's body was like a wild dragon, but layers of demonic flames rolled up around Zi Qin Lengmo's body, and with bursts of inexplicable fierce beast roars, he collided head-on with Yang Jian!

The three-pointed two-edged spear slashed down vertically, but it turned into a thousand phantoms!

The pitch-black spear rolled up endless black flames, engulfing all these spear shadows!

Poop!

The force was heavy, and the sound of the weapons intersecting was very crisp, but the force that burst out afterwards made the six bronze mirrors tremble uncontrollably.

The two extremely powerful auras began to collide, began to entangle, and began to shake the entire Eternal God Kingdom.

The high heavenly dome was full of demonic flames, and the ancient cities on both sides of the rift valley continued to collapse buildings;

The vast armies of the Flood Desolation cultivators and the Eternal God Kingdom who were fighting fiercely at the entrance of the Divine Palace were all captured by these two momentum at this time.

The Dao of the Sage was trembling, and the perfect Dao heart was like a baby, full of helplessness and hesitation.

"Is this the Eternal God King?"

Nezha almost bit his tongue and muttered something in a low voice.

"Husband......" Ao Xinke stood in front of the light curtain left by Xiankong, looking at the door a little helplessly, and Feng Wu on the side quietly hugged her shoulder, but she didn't say a word.

The surrounding battle was dominated by the flood wilderness, and the two strongest men who were injured had been defeated and retreated, and it was okay if they didn't participate in the battle.

The hedge between the two breaths became more and more intense, and what was hidden under the breath was a head-on battle between more than a dozen avenues.

Compared to the big war that was breaking out inside, their realm was too low, and it was impossible to tell which side had the advantage, but Yuding Zhenren and Yunxiao were a little sad at this time.

Obviously, they had already sensed that Yang Jian's strength was weaker than the other party, and even only to the extent that he could barely fight.

And behind this stone door, what no one could see was the purple-haired and purple-robed Xuandu dream body that should have fallen directly, Meng Luo.

He was leaning against the gap between the two stone doors that had sealed the eons of eternity, his eyes were a little thoughtful, and he raised his hand several times......

What to do, it was originally calculated, come here at this time to open the gate, let Yuding and Yunxiao pass, let their death make Yang Jian lose his mind, and by the way, temporarily achieve his Nine Dao supreme strength......

But at this moment, I was a little hesitant.

Why hesitate?

Haven't you been waiting for this moment? in countless dreams, countless times, for countless years......

The purple-haired man frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at the gap in the stone door.

He saw several figures standing proudly between heaven and earth, saw Zixia, saw Yuding, saw Nezha, and saw ......

Roller.

The purple-haired man shook his head slightly, smiled self-deprecatingly, and his figure disappeared leisurely.

That's it, even if the effect may be greatly reduced, the scene you want to see the most will appear.

"Hahaha...... The Eternal Kingdom ...... Wasteland!"

There was a loud laugh from nowhere in the wind, but the sound gently slapped on the stone door, blocked by these two incomparably thick stone doors, and did not spread for half a minute.

The raging winds in this magnificent world are becoming more and more noisy.

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