Chapter 598 This Son Is Poor

There were already many figures outside the Wuling Hall. Yang Jian and Ao Xinke rushed out of the top of the hall, and were immediately surrounded by many figures. A general of the Spirit Race angrily reprimanded, and countless streamers came to kill them.

The weird tone fell into the ears of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, and it was a shout full of anger:

"Stop these two! The spirit master is wounded and accidentally held hostage by them! Take back the spirit master!"

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding Spirit Race seemed to go crazy, and rushed towards Yang Jian like locusts.

"Enter the mysterious turtle belt."

Yang Jian said something in a low voice, Ao Xinke wanted to insist, but she looked up at Yang Jian's side face, and the only words on her lips were "um".

Although she didn't want him to face this endless and powerful enemy alone, Ao Xinke couldn't disobey Yang Jian's order, and knew that she might just be a burden here.

The black turtle flashed with light, and Ao Xinke got into it, wrapping Yang Jian with a layer of spiritual consciousness.

The spears swept across, the shadows of the Xuangang guns exploded, and the figures within a thousand feet of Yang Jian's body fell like rain, and blood of all colors stained this narrow world red.

With a cold snort, Yang Jian was already dressed in snow-white divine armor, holding a long sword in his left hand and holding a dragon spear in his right hand. His long hair that was simply tied up kept fluttering. His eyes were dull at first, and then a ray of war burned in the calm.

So what about thousands of troops?

So what if there are so many masters?

If this body goes, who can stop it!

Several quasi-sacred auras came from behind, Yang Jian didn't turn his head back, his figure was like a snow-white condor, rushing towards the city wall of Xuandu city!

"Stop him!"

"Bastard! Where to escape!"

Angrily cursing into my ears, why does it move my Dao heart?

The sword light flashed, just like the sword intent of the leader of Tongtian Cult who once slashed the chaotic clock with a single sword, and also like Lu Chunyang's fierce sword move of Juetian Yijian, swaying out of Yang Jian's left hand!

The dragon gun groaned, and a black dragon with colorful lights shining from the gaps in the black scales gushed out from the barrel of the three-pointed and two-edged gun, and its limbs splashed wherever it passed!

Jian Guang tore open the gap, the spear wiped out the enemy army, and Yang Jian's figure moved forward without stopping!

"Pause the siege! Form an formation to meet the enemy! Trapped this beast!"

A quasi-sage general of the spirit clan shouted loudly, his voice echoed in this narrow world, one after another divine sense and spiritual sense came to investigate, and one after another looked slightly surprised.

I don't know who shouted: "Yang Jian!? Why is he here!"

Then several tyrannical spiritual senses trapped the Honghuang Daluo who was shouting, and forced him to ask Yang Jian's heel.

In just a moment, Yang Jian had already rushed out for an unknown number of miles, and the places he passed were covered with corpses like rain. Anyone who dared to rush to him, the Chaos Spirit Race and the Primordial Cultivator, was an enemy!

Since he is an enemy, he must be prepared to be beheaded by him.

Yang Jian's eyes did not fluctuate. He was born from the experience of the Taoist fire, and he has learned not to think too much, not to look too much.

What does it matter to him if the soul lives and dies?

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

Yang Jian finally opened his mouth to reprimand, his figure suddenly turned into a phoenix, and his figure walked around with the word 'Zigzag', and the real fire of the phoenix filled the entire sky!

However, there are already seven or eight quasi-sage masters in front of them who have arranged a defensive formation to block Yang Jian's only way.

Yang Jian didn't stop at all, his figure rushed directly into the formation, opening up the rhyme of heaven and heaven, and the style of opening heaven!

Those who stand in the way are defeated!

The Da Luo Jinxian who called out Yang Jian's name was brought before a Chaos Spirit Clan wearing a blood-colored robe and with two horns on his forehead; the evil aura emanating from the Chaos Spirit Clan made Da Luo's complexion turn pale and it was difficult to breathe.

"What a strong prehistoric monk, his name is Yang Jian? What skills do you have?"

"Reporting to the evil spirit master," Da Luo forcibly calmed down his Dao heart. Here, he said that Yang Jian's heel was not a "sellout" to Honghuang.

This Daluo Jinxian was originally an elder of a sect in Central Shenzhou. He had been in a difficult situation for a long time and was unable to break through. He just entered the Chaos Sea to search a few years ago. He came here following ancient rumors and practiced in the Wuling Realm for several years.

He also knows Yang Jian's reputation in detail, which is no secret in Honghuang.

"The name of this immortal is Yang Jian, and he is the disciple of the great sage Yuanshi Tianzun for three generations, and he is the first disciple of the three generations. His ability is quite powerful, and he has profound skills. He must be a congenital treasure to break his fairy body, and he must be a top-notch power to be his enemy..."

This big Luo thought for a while, saw a little sneer on the corner of the evil spirit master's mouth, and added, "His teacher is Master Yuding, a powerful master who has never been born in the world, and he has fought with saints on par."

On par with a saint?

"Heh, the six sages of the prehistoric world are only virtuous saints after all."

The evil spirit master slowly got up from his seat, his slender figure exuded a faint killing intent, on both sides of his shadowy face, two strands of white hair blinked abnormally, and the horns on his forehead fluctuated faintly.

The big Luo Jinxian who was kneeling in front of the evil spirit master suddenly had bloody eyes, raised one hand, and slapped his own Nigong pill fiercely, shattering his soul.

As if he didn't realize it, the evil spirit master opened his left hand, and two women who looked similar to him moved forward with a black sickle.

"It's not an innate treasure that can't be hurt? Huh."

A faint sneer appeared on the corner of the evil spirit's mouth, and two streams of black light gushed out from behind, turning into two blood-black wings. His figure was like a blood-colored comet, and it flew towards Yang Jian from the left side behind him.

This aura naturally made Yang Jian have to pay attention.

But Yang Jian didn't stop walking at all. Having unraveled the seventy-two transformations, he raised his gun and raised his sword again, and the figures in front of him fell down in pieces like wheat being cut.

"Zizi Hugh is insane!"

Among the chaotic army ahead, a quasi-sage of the human race shot out dozens of streamers, covering all parts of Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. He had already beheaded many human Da Luo before, but this was the first human quasi-sage to attack him.

If he was in the prehistoric world, Yang Jian might still be merciful because of the love of the same family; but here is a chaotic sea of ​​chaos, and the opponent's attack is obviously using all his strength...

For those who are enemies with themselves, why should they care about his origin?

Even if this person is also a disciple of Chanjiao, Yang Jian can't say anything if he kills anyone!

hum!

The long spear swept out an arc of light and slashed out. Yang Jian first took half a step back, his figure leaned forward, streams of light hit Ao Xuehan, but they couldn't make any cracks in Ao Xuehan.

Yang Jian raised his head and sneered halfway.

Then his figure suddenly exploded!

Seventy-two changes, Jinpeng spreads its wings!

The long line pulled out by the golden light spread thousands of feet away, and then slowly dissipated from the end just now; and the figures pierced by this golden line were all cut in half and slowly separated!

The quasi-sage of the human race was full of horror, clutching his left shoulder, his left arm and half of his body had disappeared, and he looked extremely terrifying at this moment.

so magical...

"Yang Jian?"

When did such a ruthless person appear in Honghuang? I can't even stop him!

Another burst of blood flashed by, and the corpse of the spirit clan beheaded by Yang Jian quickly withered, turning into gusts of blood to follow the bloody figure that rushed straight past.

The quasi-sage of the human race changed color again, and his figure stepped back quickly. Looking at the rapidly drying wound, a quasi-sage rhyme flowed, and he opened his mouth to swallow the elixir, before he managed to stabilize himself.

narrow escape...

The quasi-sage frowned secretly, he had escaped from death once, and the dignified quasi-sage would feel lucky after escaping from death.

"Crazy," the quasi-sage of the human race muttered, looking up at the bloody comet that rushed behind Yang Jian, "The young monks today are almost crazy..."

"die!"

The sinister laughter of the evil spirit master resounded in every corner outside Xuandu city.

However, Yang Jian just squinted upwards, and the sword of Xiantian Lingbao in his hand kept trembling. Yang Jian held it with his backhand and threw it directly at the evil spirit master.

The evil spirit master held the huge sickle in both hands and slashed downwards, but the precious sword shook slightly before it touched the sickle, turning it into four, dodging the sickle, leaving three bloodstains on the back of the evil spirit master's hand and shoulders, and cutting off half of his horn by the way.

The evil spirit lord's big blood-red eyes froze slightly, and then he became furious, and the sickle slashed down on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian held the sword formula in his left hand, and the four flying swords merged into one. He stole the sword control method from Lu Chunyang and showed great power. The sword turned into a stream of light and quickly harvested the lives of those spirit tribe soldiers.

And Yang Jian fluttered sideways, the black sickle brushed past him, and the blasted Dao Yun strangled Dao Dao figures within a thousand feet.

Is this the Chaos Spirit Clan's melee fighting technique?

Yang Jian was a little disappointed in his heart, after all, he was still looking forward to this opponent just now.

Holding the spear with one hand, he smashed it down, directly on the long handle of the sickle, and knocked the evil spirit master's figure down a few inches.

Bend your knees and punch.

Yang Jian's left fist and right knee hit the evil spirit master's cheek and abdomen almost at the same time. The latter's face was distorted immediately, and the disbelief in his eyes hadn't dissipated yet, but his body had already flown out.

"Are you also the spirit master?"

Yang Jian asked indifferently, his figure was in front of him, his spear was full of black handles, and he was about to take the life of the evil spirit master...

"Slow down!"

An unhurried voice sounded from all directions, but Yang Jian suddenly raised his head, and a big black hand, like a mountain, suppressed the place!

Its dao rhyme and coercion made Yang Jian feel a warning sign, and the mysterious body was actually reminding him to dodge quickly!

But, there is no way to avoid it!

"So many people bully my little nephew, are you looking for death?"

Another familiar voice sounded, and the slightly lazy tone made Yang Jian a little dumbfounded.

An invisible aura blasted from the city wall of Xuandu City, knocking the big hand flying away, and the aura wrapped around Yang Jian's body, pulling Yang Jian back directly.

Yang Jian glanced at the evil spirit master, who was staring at Yang Jian fiercely at this moment.

Turning the corner of his mouth, Yang Jian squeezed a sword formula with his fingers behind his back, and the flying sword that flew behind the evil spirit master at some time was inserted right into the evil spirit master's back and pierced out from his lower abdomen.

"You! Pfft!" The evil spirit master spat out blood, but he hastily stopped the profound energy contained on the sword.

In fact, Yang Jian was a little hesitant, because after the profound energy rushed into this guy's body, he didn't know where to find the soul of this guy.

In desperation, he also slightly damaged the body of the evil spirit master.

That aura enveloped Yang Jian, and swept away a group of aliens and prehistoric monks. In a blink of an eye, he traveled thousands of miles and entered the grand formation of Xuandu City.

The lazy voice of Master Xuandu came out again:

"Listen well, this kid is under the cover of the poor. If you hurt half of his hair in the future, the poor will destroy your family."