Master...... Kunpeng ......

How could it be......

Yang Jian's right hand could barely hold the Killing God Spear anymore, and the severed limbs could not be born due to the silence of the body, so they could only be held by Houtu and quickly moved away from this place.

Houtu stretched its own avenue, almost breaking away from the boundary of the golden light-filled range.

The golden envoy Ge Li, who was blocked by the figure of the Kunpeng giant beast, kept roaring, and the dense fist shadow bombarded the Kunpeng shadow, and the Kunpeng shadow was almost scattered...

"Get out of here!"

"Hmph," Kunpeng Shadow just snorted coldly, and the orb above his head slowly fell into his body, and the vast mana still poured out.

This is the accumulation of Kunpeng's countless years, and it is the reliance of Kunpeng's sanctification, but at this time, they all poured out without reservation, blocking the pursuit of a physical saint with extraordinary combat power.

"Bastard!"

Houtu flew out of the place filled with golden light with Yang Jian, and immediately wanted to cast a retreat.

Jin made Gree roar like crazy, but he was blocked by the body of the giant beast, and he was unable to move forward by the vast mana.

As long as Yang Jian returns to the flood wilderness......

Houtu's hands trembled suddenly, and there was a little hesitation.

If they escaped back to the flood famine, wouldn't they have brought such a strong enemy into the flood famine; with only a short fight, Houtu knew how difficult this Jin Zun was to deal with, and even if all the great powers went together, he was afraid that he would not be able to.

At most, he can only be trapped, and he will inevitably pay a heavy price.

Hou Tu immediately made a decision, and the moment he rushed out of the golden light-filled land, he directly cast a retreat spell towards the depths of the Chaos Sea.

The vision was blurring, and the huge body of the Kunpeng Shadow was shrinking extremely quickly, but Yang Jian's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone and tore open the crack.

"Damn! Damn! I tore you apart!"

The golden envoy Ge Li was furious, and the shadow of the Kunpeng was still only a few muffled snorts, although the body was becoming more and more loose, but it was still frantically transporting mana!

A stream of light slashed across the Sea of Chaos, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian suddenly shouted: "Don't leave my master!"

Houtu said in a low voice, "That's Kunpeng." ”

Kunpeng ...... Demon Master Kunpeng......

The master turned out to be Kunpeng, or rather, the master was the real Kunpeng, and what he was killed by himself was just the remnants of Kunpeng's fading body?

The cave in Kunpeng's body turned out to be where the master once lived......

Absurd!

How could Master be Kunpeng! How could Master be Demon Master Kunpeng!

In the streamer, Yang Jian lay in Houtu's arms, his eyes were red, but he couldn't bear to let the tears flow out.

Scenes appeared in my heart, practicing in Yuquan Mountain, listening to the not very strict master tell about the flood and wilderness, talk about the world, and tell all kinds of Taoism and reason.

Houtu kept trying to heal Yang Jian's injuries, and at this time they had already escaped some distance, but they didn't have to worry too much.

Who can understand the torment in Yang Jian's heart at this time?

Houtu couldn't, but Houtu knew that he must be on the verge of collapse at this time, and the fierce beast that had been chased and killed by thousands of miles was actually his closest and most relied on the division commander, and it was difficult to accept this for a while.

"Master......"

During the flight, Yang Jian seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, and his neck tried to sit up, but his seriously injured body had lost some strength.

"He is not worthy of being your master," Houtu's words were a little tender, but also a little distressed.

"That's my master!" Yang Jian's right hand resisted the embrace of Houtu, "let go of me...... Let go of me!ah...... Let go!"

A stream of blood gushed out of Yang Jian's body, but it was the Killing God Spear that kept flashing brightly, cutting off the Dao rhyme that stretched out from the back soil in an instant.

The escape method was interrupted, and the two figures appeared in a vast sea of chaos, and they didn't know how far they had flown out.

Yang Jian's eyes were no longer confused, only anxious, "You can't leave the master there, I want to go back, send me back quickly!"

"Yang Jian!" Hou Tu held Yang Jian's shoulders with both hands, looking at Yang Jian, who was almost losing his mind, he could only exert his magical powers, and a low shout exploded in Yang Jian's ears.

"Don't forget, you have to live to protect the flood!"

Yang Jian was stunned, but then he still looked at Houtu, and said in a trembling voice: "You let me watch my master go to death?

Hou Tu scolded in a loud voice: "He is willing! This is his atonement! If you go back, you will only let him die in vain! This is not the time for you to be stubborn!"

Slowly, Yang Jian was holding the Killing God Spear, blood was all over his body, and his left foot was trembling, but he slowly stood up.

He looked at Houtu, suddenly showed a little wry smile, and said in a low voice: "Niangniang, I am a disciple of Kunpeng, and I am not qualified to take on the responsibility of guarding the flood wilderness. Please also send me back now, and then go back to the flood immediately, if ...... If you can take care of my mother and sister in the future, it will not be in vain for you and me to get acquainted. ”

"Yang Jian, how can you say such a thing?" Hou Tu said softly, "You are you, and you are also concealed by the demon master, even if he is very good to you, he may have a calculation." That's Kunpeng, not the master in your heart. ”

Yang Jian pursed his lips that were a little white, and looked at Houtu, "Please take me back to that place, and I will return to the flood wilderness immediately." ”

"I'm not going to let you go back and die!"

"Sister......

"I'm not!" you, are you calling me?" Hou Tu's voice trembled slightly.

"I've wanted to call you like this for a long time, it's just that you are a great virtue Houtu, and I'm just a disciple of the Daomen, so I can't shout," Yang Jian's eyes were calm, "Since that's the case......"

Without warning, Yang Jian's right hand suddenly held the Killing God Spear back, raised his hand, and the tip of the spear directly pierced the Xuan's body's heart.

At that moment, Xuan Gang scattered, Xuan Qi was exhausted, and the golden veins retreated!

The perfect state of mind of the Houtu Sage suddenly shattered, and seeing Yang Jian being pierced through his chest by the Killing God Spear, his heart was completely blank with a buzz.

"What kind of stupidity are you committing! I'll send you back! What kind of stupidity are you committing!"

"I'm going to save Master, I don't care who he is, that's my Master! I have to fight this time......"

Yang Jian spoke a little hard, his Adam's apple trembled, and he looked at the woman in front of him who was crying for himself, "Don't worry, Niangniang, I didn't mean to kill myself." I have a magical power, a magical power that I have only used once, but I don't know that I can force myself like this, and I can be sure that I can use it again. ”

The only remaining leg lost its strength, and Yang Jian fell to one knee, and his right hand slammed out the Killing Spear inserted in his heart.

Hou Tu was about to pounce on him to heal his wounds, but was stopped by the Killing God Spear and the Xuan Turtle Belt thrown by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian took a sharp breath, and a strong sense of exhaustion appeared in his heart, but he bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself not to fall asleep.

His consciousness was rapidly dissipating, and he, who had been seriously injured, cut off his heart at this time, and was only one step away from extinction......

Live! Must Live!

He wants to live to save Master, and he wants to live to help the flood survive the disaster!

Xiaochan ...... Mother...... Xinke ...... Lan'er ......

If they can't get through this, who will they rely on to protect them?

This body has been broken, but this heart is not dead, and only when it is on the verge of despair can the fire of the miracle of life be ignited!

On Yang Jian's chest, a colorful feather flickered slightly, and a flame beat in his heart, suddenly covering Yang Jian's body.

Abandon everything and reinvent everything.

The physical body is extinguished, and the real body is recreated!

Feng Clan Nirvana?

No, this is not just the Feng Clan's Nirvana Great Technique, this is the supernatural power that Yang Jian realized when he was in the sixth level of the Eighth and Ninth Xuangong!

The fighting spirit is immortal, and the blood is reborn!

If such a magical power is used in front of the golden envoy Ge Li, it will inevitably be the result of ten deaths, and the other party will not be stupid enough to give Yang Jian a chance to nirvana, and will definitely directly smash Yang Jian to the point that there is no slag left.

But at this time, here, Yang Jian was ruthless in his heart, cut himself, and gave up his life!

Even at the moment when Yang Jian's killing spear pierced his heart, he was not sure whether he could survive or whether he really had the will to die in his heart.

Hou Tu was holding the Killing Spear and the Xuan Turtle Belt, and he felt full of fatigue at this moment.

She naturally knew the Great Technique of Nirvana, which was the secret of the Feng Clan's fighting more with less back then, but she never thought that Yang Jian would have such a great technique.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian would choose to self-destruct to perform such magical powers.

Nirvana is not without risk, this process is completely uncontrollable, and the Feng clan would not have chosen Nirvana to be reborn if they were not cornered in ancient times.

Yang Jian's figure had disappeared, leaving only a beautiful flame more than three feet high, within the flame, several avenues were constantly entangled; outside the flame, thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads flew out of the flame, rotating rapidly around the flame, and a small gourd was suspended above the flame, as if tempered by the flame.

Xuanhuang is immortal, condenses the truth and gathers the gods, the avenue carried by this eight or nine Xuangong;

The golden body is undefeated, all things are not bad, and this undefeated golden body is the road carried by it;

Water moistens all things, and can also be overturned, which is the avenue carried by the Dinghai Shenzhu;

In addition to these three, there is also a faint and obscure avenue, but it seems to be in the center of the flames, and it appears and disappears......

If it weren't for the fact that Houtu had succeeded in becoming a saint, I am afraid that it would be difficult to capture the existence of this avenue.

It seems to have the rhyme of the way of reincarnation, but it is more on the mystery of the six paths of reincarnation that Houtu comprehends;

At this time, in the midst of the flames, a figure slowly condensed, and the flames were suddenly retracted, and Yang Jian closed his eyes and stood there quietly.

In the body, the blood is full, the Xuan Qi and the Xuan Gang are crazy to breed, the eighty-one Xuan Beads are flawless, the Xuan bones everywhere are crystal clear, and there is no flaw on the whole body!

Thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads entered the body at the same time and merged into the Xuanzhu again.

Everywhere in the body, the golden runes gradually crept up and then quietly faded.

With a slight shock, the Killing God Spear flew out of Houtu's hand and flew to Yang Jian's side, where Yang Jian raised his hand and held it.

In the middle of the turtle belt, the little eagle flew out on its own, landed on Yang Jian's shoulder, and narrowed a pair of eagle eyes comfortably.

The breath slowly rose, Yang Jian's eyes and forehead opened at the same time, and the three eyes flashed at the same time, and an incomparably fierce momentum rose up!

Left arm, left hand, no more scars!

"I'm back," Yang Jian muttered, casually put on a robe for himself, and immediately looked at Houtu, with a bit of urgency in his eyes, "Niangniang......"

"Well," Hou Tu replied, "according to what you say, it should be too late to go back." ”

With a few crisp sounds of bone joints, Yang Jian clenched his fists, his long hair tied up by itself, the small gourd returned to its place by itself, and the Killing God Spear re-entered his right hand.

Unlike the Feng Clan's Nirvana, there will be an uncontrollable period of weakness after it, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's a one-yuan meeting.

At this time, Yang Jian is in full bloom!

Ge Li, Golden Envoy!