Before today, Yang Jian probably never thought that he would have too much intersection with this small number of monks in heaven and earth.

He just came to use the weak power of the Heavenly Dao in this piece of heaven and earth to lay the foundation for his eight or nine Xuangong, and he didn't have much to do with it.

But because of a girl, Yang Jian couldn't tell why he wanted to protect her, but when facing her, there was always a kind of shame and guilt in his heart, so that he didn't care to protect her in front of him.

Six.

Maybe she saw Yang Xiaochan's shadow in her.

Yang Jian didn't have time to think too much, and the streamer in the dense forest exploded at his back.

There is no grudge, just because he wants to protect the child in front of him, and those people want to snatch this child, snatch the so-called opportunity, so they have such a battle.

Conquest?

It's a conquest.

For the other monks, this continuous siege was a fighting method, but for Yang Jian, it was the first battle in his life!

With his bare hands, he fought for the figure that stood in his way.

Regardless of the bombardment of streamers, the figure did not move, but the pain he suffered was clearly transmitted to his mind, so that he couldn't help but roar, and the running under his feet was even faster!

The old man in the yellow robe stood in mid-air, with more than a dozen figures around him, and it was another interception.

The old man waved the long sword in his hand, and one after another earthen walls rose from the ground, blocking Yang Jian's way forward!

Yang Jian closed his eyes and lowered his head, hugged Liuya tightly and rushed forward, the earth and rocks that collided flew away, and also smashed the earth yuan that was intertwined into a network, and shocked the old man who blocked him to vomit blood.

This old man did one thing wrong, that is, he sent the earth and stone to Yang Jian's hands.

Every time Yang Jian hits an earthen wall, he can grab a handful of broken soil and stones, pinch them tightly in his hand, and throw them away!

There are figures everywhere, and no matter where he throws him, he is an enemy!

The violent sound of breaking the air sounded again, and the miserable howls in the forest came and went, and the resistance of Yang Jian's forward rush was instantly reduced by half.

Find the opportunity to continue to run wildly, there are hundreds of streamers following closely behind him, and there are always one or two that can hit Yang Jian's back!

"This guy must have a talisman magic weapon!

"Don't kill that girl!"

"Kill! As long as there is a breath, our Medicine Ding Tiangu can save her back!"

With a loud shout, he made a promise, and the streamer that rushed towards Yang Jian and Liuya became faster and faster, and those monks were also red-eyed.

I don't know who made the move, and a chaotic battle of monks broke out on the periphery of the dense forest, and the lights in the sky and on the ground flickered, and they were confused!

But as long as he saw Yang Jian being chased by hundreds of monks, no matter who he was, he would stop him, wanting to stop Yang Jian and take advantage of the great opportunity.

Sky Rift!

The most mysterious area in the world!

In the eyes of these monks, there are endless hidden Dao treasures, treasures after the fall of great powers, and even the inheritance of the cave mansion of the great supernatural powers!

Cultivating immortals and suffering, one step to the sky!

These monks are all red-eyed, and they want to use their skills and a little luck to fight for a Zhongnan Trail on the road to immortality!

Everyone was red-eyed, and everyone was crazy under the plucking of a big hand.

Most of the cultivators are to seize the heavens and the earth and create them for their own use, and there are already many selfish and selfish people, not to mention this vast world where the aura will be extinct, they can only fight, otherwise there is no chance of immortality!

In this case, Yang Jian, who was running wildly with the 'Key to Becoming an Immortal', was absolutely targeted!

Even if he didn't have the ability to fly to the sky, even if he was only a cultivator in the foundation building stage, at this time, they were all pressed into a piece, forming a human wall, and picking up a bright sword!

"Get out of here!"

Yang Jian suddenly shouted, the sound rolled, and the monk who was blocking the road in front of the earthquake was dizzy and tinnitus.

And Yang Jian roared away like a gust of wind, directly slamming the human wall open, waving his arms, and several monks burst directly like balloons!

The monks who can control the sky can't resist the ordinary stones thrown out by Yang Jian, let alone these monks who are slightly stronger than mortal warriors, they really kneel and wipe them to death when they touch them.

"Crazy, crazy!"

A white-haired old woman stood a hundred miles away, looking at the tragic battlefield, her voice trembling a little.

Behind her, there was an entire sect of monks who could fly to the sky, and they were all silent at this time.

"Master, how should we make a move?"

"Intercept this person in front of him! Even if the old body fights for this old life, he will give our sect a future! If he dares to have infighting in the door afterwards, the old body will make him lose his soul and be incapable of reincarnation!"

"Yes!" all the people behind the old woman replied in deep voices.

Suddenly, a brilliant sword shadow streamer shot out from behind this group of people, and as if this sword shadow was pointing the way, streamers appeared from the same direction and slashed towards the position of this sect.

Caught off guard, the small half of the monks at the back of this sect were all cut down, and the formation was in chaos, and the person in charge hurriedly shouted:

"Who dares to sneak attack!"

"Array! It's that group of bastards from the Purple Bamboo Forest!"

"Destroy them here!"

The two groups of sect monks immediately fought, and even more so that they were red-eyed.

Such a situation is constantly staged within a radius of several hundred miles with Yang Jian as the center.

All the monks felt that Yang Jian would not last long, and the competition for the girl was inevitable, and he could only be invincible by killing his enemies first.

And later, a bloody aura formed, and it actually brewed into a catastrophe for monks in this secret world.

The young monk who was thought to be killed to scum in a short time actually broke out of the encirclement and rushed out of the chaotic battle with the girl in his arms!

"Don't let him run!"

"This guy can't fly with a magic weapon!

Although most of the monks were red-eyed, there were also many who kept biting Yang Jian.

Yang Jian rushed to a big mountain, and suddenly turned around to look, and his eyes were flashing with purple-red light.

In mid-air, the dozens of monks who rushed to the front by his gaze subconsciously stopped, and they were all frightened, and they didn't dare to look at him.

"Humph!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, but he had an arrogant momentum.

Turning around and jumping, Yang Jian ran towards this mountain forest, and the group of monks who had been chasing Yang Jian relentlessly felt a sense of powerlessness.

The magic weapon can't help this, how can this be good?

"Where to go!"

Suddenly, I heard a shout, and a big hand fell from the sky.

"Get out!"

Yang Jian roared angrily, and smashed his fist at the big hand that was condensed by the vitality, and the big hand that hit directly shattered!

A short and fat old man standing in mid-air staggered back, and he heard a rapid whistling sound, and the old man hurriedly stretched out his palm to resist, but felt a sharp pain in his palm.

When I looked down, it was a piece of dead wood, which ran through my palm!

Suddenly, there was the sound of the wind whistling, and Yang Jian's figure had disappeared into the forest, and the fat old man's face was dripping with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to catch up for a while.

"Chase! Manpower is sometimes exhausted! He can't hold on for long!"

"Don't let him leave the secret realm!"

Thundered!

The mountains and forests in front of him suddenly shook, the vitality of heaven and earth was turbulent, and streams of white mist emerged from everywhere, and sword shadows appeared in a hundred zhang squares, blasting towards one of the white mists.

Kill!

"Damn!

"That man won't be able to rush out! I'll wait to recharge my energy and wait...... He's out!"

Many monks looked at it intently, and the figure that rushed out directly in the diffuse white fog was not Yang Jian, but who was it?

Yang Jian was also uncomfortable at this time, although he rushed out of the big formation in the shortest time, but he was also in rags, and his clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and the only thing that was intact was the area on his chest.

Because the six girls are there.

Yang Jian looked down and found that Liuya was asleep in his arms, and he suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

Finding the location of the portal of the small world of the secret realm, Yang Jian ran again, but there were a lot fewer obstacles in the road ahead, and the speed of running became faster and faster.

When Yang Jian approached the portal of heaven and earth, one after another streamers chased after him.

In addition to the monks who were single-handed, there were also flying boats, carrying disciples from various sects, and the killing machine locked on Yang Jian.

An old man stood on top of the flying boat and stroked his beard and laughed: "Hahaha! Run here to see where else you can go! Gatekeeper! Don't open the door!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, he heard a rumbling sound explode in his ears, and the door of light appeared and slowly opened.

Yang Jian couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, and rushed forward, his figure quickly swept through the mountains and ravines, and drilled into the gap of the light gate!

When Yang Jian entered the door, he felt something, and suddenly looked up, but saw two familiar figures on the mountain beside him.

Fu Dongliu, one man and one sword, stood on a single bridge, resisting the bombardment of more than a dozen monks.

And behind Fu Dongliu, the small figure pressed the weight of his body, and pressed a jade rod down hard......

The little princess?

Yang Jian was about to kill back in a hurry, but just as he was about to hold his pace, the light door behind him that only opened a gap and closed with a bang.

In the last scene, all Yang Jian saw was a stream of angry monks smashing towards Fu Dongliu......

And the figure of the little county lord was on the bridge, holding the hub jade pole tightly, and his eyes were resolute......

"Damn it!"

Yang Jian slammed towards the light gate, but he pounced, and his figure rushed out more than ten zhang between the two peaks.

When I looked up, it was dusk, and the western sky was stained with blood.

Thundered!

There was a muffled noise overhead, and the portal opened again, and streamers rushed out.

Yang Jian clenched his teeth, clenched his fists and wanted to rush back, but he forcibly suppressed the hatred and anger in his heart, turned around and ran to the open space in front of him.

I only hate that I have no blade with empty hands, and I will definitely wash this life with blood!

"He's here!"

"Kill!"

Yang Jian faced the streamers, stomped his feet violently, and the hard mountain rocks were directly shattered, and fist-sized stones were suspended around him......

If he just wanted to escape before, at this time, he was already bent on killing the ring.

The sound of breaking the air sounded intensively, and the next moment ......

The flying boat falls, and the blood stains the dusk!

......

High in the sky, on a white cloud.

Fu Dongliu, who was covered in blood, looked blankly at the two figures in front of him, and then looked at the girl next to him who was safe and sound, only to feel like a dream, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The middle-aged Taoist stood up and bowed to him.

"Thank you for helping my apprentices in this time of crisis. ”

The dazedness in Fu Dongliu's eyes was even worse, and he was a little at a loss for a while, so he bowed his head and hugged his fist and returned the salute.