You can't kill the old one, and killing a little demon can be regarded as an export of evil anger!

However, Yang Jian didn't do it directly, but took this little demon path in his hand and went straight to the mountains and forests in the distance.

Over a small mountain, Yang Jian carefully placed the little county lord under a big tree, at this time there was already a waning moon in the sky, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the grass also cast a shadow.

The girl who was originally a girl with a strong aura was groggy at this time, and it seemed that she had no soul, so she sat there in a daze, like a puppet.

Yang Jian threw the young cultivator to the ground, took out a kettle from his fingers, and sprinkled it directly on the person's face, but found that the method of waking up the unconscious person in his memory had no effect at all.

This...... It made Yang Jian a little helpless.

Helplessly squatted down and grabbed the wrist of this young man, Yang Jian did not have any true qi, spiritual energy, and vitality in his body at this time, because the eight or nine Xuangong was very special, and the first stage was not to introduce the vitality of heaven and earth into the body, but to refine the body with the vitality of heaven and earth.

He drilled hard, and the sound of bone cracking made the body of the little county lord sitting under the tree tremble, and his eyes seemed to have a little more color, and Mu Ran looked at this side.

"Ah...... Spare your life, the immortal spares your life, and the immortal grandfather spares your life......"

Yang Jian didn't use much torture, but just stepped on this guy's chest, and this guy shook out all his master's details.

Refining the Daoist, who has been rampant in the world for forty or fifty years, has been the national teacher of a country incognito, and this time he has encountered a bottleneck, so he bewitches the lord of a country to send troops to fight.

When the army was formed, the spirit refining dao people couldn't wait to make a move, and burned the big city, absorbing thousands of souls and turning them into spiritual power in their own bodies.

Click!

When Yang Jian heard this, he couldn't help but exert his strength under his feet, and directly vomited blood from the mouth of this little demon dao, and passed out again.

"Refining Dao people, such a thing that hurts the heavens has been done, more than once, and it has been rampant for forty or fifty years?"

Yang Jian pursed his lips, and suddenly felt a sense of hatred after muttering.

"There aren't a few righteous people in this world!"

He realized in his heart, but he had the answer himself—the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had dried up, and the traditional method of cultivation had gradually disappeared, and it seemed that there was not one righteous path in a hundred.

However, those evil sects that are similar to absorbing people's souls and improving their cultivation have never broken off their Taoist inheritance, and they have become more and more unscrupulous because they have been suppressed by righteous path monks......

The heavens and the earth will fall, and demons will run rampant.

The heavens and the earth will fall, and demons will run rampant.

Yang Jian felt a little more emotion in his heart inexplicably, and the corner of his eye suddenly caught a little cold light, he looked down, but saw the little county lord staggering to his side.

A dagger stabbed at the young monk lying on the ground.

Yang Jian had no intention of stopping her, but instead took two steps back, allowing her and her enemy to break the cause and effect.

After a few knives, blood splattered, and the evil monk had just built a foundation in the valley, and he was far from cultivating the primordial god, so he was naturally dead.

Yang Jian Xuangong sensed that he also saw the soul of this evil monk.

Probably because he had practiced for more than ten years, this monk's soul was a little more dignified than ordinary people.

Yang Jian did not make a desperate move, let it rise slowly, and floated towards the burning city in the distance, where a ghost gate had already appeared in the darkness outside the city, and the ghost sent a soul, which was to lead it to transcendence.

There was a cry around him, and the little county lord wanted to stand up, but he sat down beside Yang Jian.

She sobbed softly, then whimpered, and finally cried, which was heartbreaking.

Yang Jian didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only pat her on the shoulder and just stand aside......

After a long time, the cool breeze blew, and the little county lord's cry gradually became much quieter, she looked up at Yang Jian, and there were words in her eyes, but she couldn't say anything at the moment.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of scolding coming from the direction of the big city, and this shouting and scolding was not a 'sound' transmitted by air fluctuations, but a kind of shouting directly at the soul, mixed with inexplicable power.

"Bold! Dare to snatch the soul in front of Bencha! I can't see that you will go back to the underworld to receive merit!"

I heard the old Taoist shout: "Shangcha! I have a Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghost Order! I haven't seen Shangcha here!"

"Get out!"

The voice was irritated, but also indignant, obviously helpless.

And Yang Jian jumped onto a big tree, his eyes flashed, and he saw the scene in the distance clearly.

The evil old man was covered in blood, and he was facing a blue-faced ghost who almost begged for mercy.

The ghost cha hesitated for a few moments, withdrew the steel fork, kicked it out, kicked the spirit refining Taoist directly dozens of feet away, turned around and continued to restrain the soul into the ghost gate.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, and his heart was even more resentful.

Why didn't the ghosts of the underworld kill that old way? What is the Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghost Order?

The refining Daoist smiled suspiciously, staggered to his feet, and was about to go to the city to continue wreaking havoc, but he heard a loud shout that shocked the clouds.

Changhong is descending from the sky!

The Refining Dao people shouted badly, turned around and turned into a wisp of black smoke, and came straight towards the mountain range where Yang Jian was, and the speed was unexpectedly fast!

And that Changhong turned a corner and pursued, seeing that he could catch up with this wisp of black smoke.

Yang Jian watched the wisps of black smoke drift rapidly hundreds of feet away from him, and he wanted to put on a pair of wings and fly over, but he couldn't catch it.

He jumped down from the tree, and before he had time to explain anything, he caught the little lord directly under his ribs, and ran wildly, chasing in the direction of the old road.

This is not just for the indignation in my heart, but also for the uneasiness, the uneasiness of not being able to do something for the dead tonight!

If there is a chance, even if he has to take some risks, he will take action to kill that old way!

The long rainbow swept overhead, as if pointing out the direction to Yang Jian.

As soon as Yang Jian climbed a mountain, he saw a purple sword shadow in the distance rushing into the sky, and he raised his sword a hundred feet high and turned back.

A terrible shout came from under the sword light: "Ancestor is going to die today and will pull you!"

The sword light slashed, and the mountains shook in an instant, and the light flashed wildly.

Yang Jian jumped off the top of the mountain, even if the old way was solved, he had to see the old way's body with his own eyes!

Running all the way, the little county lord seemed to know what Yang Jian was going to do, so he didn't say a word, closed his breath and pursed his mouth.

In those eyes full of sadness and despair, the shadows of trees, rocks, streams, and waterfalls flickered by.

Suddenly, all of these images stopped.

Yang Jian was standing on a cliff, and the other side of this cliff was originally a hill, and at this time, the hill was forcibly split into a valley dozens of zhang high.

What kind of battle should this be?

At the bottom of the valley, two figures sat cross-legged, one was the old man, and the other was the young man from before.

By the moonlight, Yang Jian looked down, and the old Dao and the young man below both saw Yang Jian......

The old man first shouted happily: "Apprentice, apprentice, come and kill this man! He has been hit by the soul breaking needle of the teacher, and his soul is controlled at this moment, and he can't move!"

"Hmph!" the young man sitting cross-legged was sweating profusely, and although he was about to suffer, he did not give in and beg for mercy.

Even if it's half a sound.

Yang Jian said coldly: "Your apprentice is dead." ”

In an instant, it was replaced by the old Dao's eyes trembling, and the young monk who fought the Demon Dao couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

"Hahahaha! I have someone! I have someone! Little brother, you don't have to worry about this, I can recover in a moment, he can't run today!"

Yang Jian said: "He may recover a little cultivation in a moment. ”

That means that he can kill this old man directly now, but he doesn't want to take this credit.

The young man thought for a while, and said with a cautious voice: "This old way is full of tricks and has a lot of back-hands, and I accidentally fell into his way just now. Little brother, you ......"

He felt it carefully, and he couldn't even detect how the person on the top of the mountain was cultivating, it seemed, it seemed that he was just a young man in the mountains.

"It's okay, I have my own way. ”

Yang Jian put the little county lord aside and whispered to her not to move.

The old Taoist shouted weakly: "This little brother! I am the national teacher of the Xihuang Kingdom! If you kill this person today, I will promise you a lifetime of wealth and wealth, and pass on your supreme Dafa!"

"Hmph!" Yang Jian turned his head away, and the two people below who were in trouble at this time were confused.

Not only them, but the little county lord, who was already grieving, was also a little more puzzled, watching Yang Jian's whereabouts......

After a while, the little county lord opened his mouth, and the whole person was stunned, and for a moment he forgot his sadness and fear, and only was surprised.

A stone mountain actually rushed to his side!

When he got closer, he could see that there was a young man under the stone mountain, who lifted up the stone mountain, which was ten zhang square and twenty or thirty zhang high, and slowly walked to this side!

This is actually less than half the size of the stone mountain that Yang Jian usually uses when he practices, but Yang Jian can't find a bigger one in a hurry.

When he reached the edge of the cliff, Yang Jian began to slow down, and the cliff was trembling. And Yang Jian slowly straightened up, found a balance point, held the stone mountain with both hands, and looked down with cold eyes.

Not only the little county lord, but the young monk was dumbfounded at the moment, and he almost forgot to repair his soul.

The old man was shocked, and shouted again: "I promise you a lifetime of wealth! Let you be under one man! No! Let you be the emperor! Ah! bastard!"

Call!

The stone mountain flew up, crossed a parabola, and smashed directly into the old road.

The old man watched, seeing that the sky in his eyes was completely filled with the stone mountain, and tried his last breath to roll his body, but was smashed by the stone mountain!

Rumble!

The earth shook again.

The dust was flying, and the jaw-dropping young monk was just a foot away from the edge of the rocky mountain, filled with smoke and dust......

Yang Jian muttered in a low voice on the cliff: "I don't know if I can be stoned to death, this kind of monk is naturally not so easy to die." ”

Turning to run back again to find a stone, a coughing cry came from under the cliff:

"Dead! Little brother! Absolutely dead! He was smashed by you and his soul flew away!"

Yang Jian stopped his pace and breathed a sigh of relief.