Chapter 188: 2 Lang's blood burns the sky, Pangu's true meaning reappears!

Looking at the arc of light that left the axe blade and split the heavy curtains of light, as well as the dozens of array lights shining from the mountain. [Reading the latest chapters]
Yang Jian was in a trance, vaguely saw some pictures in that small courtyard...
"Why don't you go out and stroll, mother? It can be lively outside. ’
"My mother is going to cook for Jian'er and brother at home, go, first go and wash your dirty hands, have you forgotten the rules your mother taught you? ’
Yang Jian couldn't tell whether it was the original memory of the body that he saw, or the picture he had really experienced and remembered in his heart.
"He", it should be another Yang Jian, but he really wants to divide it. That is also part of Yang Jian's past at this time.
Now that the body and soul are connected, how can they be separated from each other again?
He remembered that from the age of three or four, that gentle father always taught himself poetry, but in the afternoon, his mother would teach him some fairy techniques.
‘Mother, what is the spell? Why learn spells? Why did Dad say that as long as you memorize poems and read books, you will have a woman like you when you grow up? ’
‘Your father was lucky and was picked up by his mother. In this world, if you don’t have the strength to protect yourself and your family, you will have a hard time and it will be difficult to live in peace. ’
‘Is my mother afraid to go to the street because the spell is not powerful? ’
'Silly boy……'
'mother! I will practice the spells well! When I grow up, I must protect my mother! ’
The child, sitting on his mother's lap, said so confidently.
The smile she had at that time appeared in Yang Jian's mind, the smile was so beautiful, it made people dazzling, and made herself so relieved.
However, it seems that within a few years of having just said this, there was no sign of a sudden change in the situation, and the sky will enter the hospital and abduct the blooming orchid...
A woman is a person who pleases herself, that should be Yao Ji's most beautiful years.
Is it really worth it to spend more than ten years of tranquility in exchange for five hundred years of hardship?
Yang Jian wanted to ask Yao Ji this question very much last time, but he was a son of man and couldn’t ask...
Some things are not worth it or not, only thinking and not wanting, can and can't, willing and unwilling.
She willingly.
What can we say about this?
The arc of light cut by the mountain axe pierced through the formations of heavenly soldiers one after another, and one after another human figures fell and threw away, splashing blood...
Time seemed to be slowing down, and Yang Jian was in a trance, as if he appeared under the tree in the small courtyard in front of him, the fairy who was stained with dust but was so beautiful that it could not be described slowly danced.
The handsome scholar was playing the jade flute on the side, with a little soft singing voice floating...
‘Quiet girl sorrows, it’s for me to be in charge... ’
‘Self-grazing and returning to the mother, beautiful and different...the gangster is beautiful, and the beauty is...’
His voice is Qiqi, and his words are Yanyan.
The sound of the flute faded away, and the scene quietly dissipated before my eyes.
Ahead, the arc of light split by the axe smashed onto the mountain.
The light and shadow flashed randomly, and the whole heaven seemed to tremble gently.
The dozens of heavy arrays have shattered most of them; but the arc of light spurred by Yang Jian with the power of burning blood has also been wiped out of the last strength and turned into a little bit of brilliance.
"what!"
Yang Jian raised his head and roared like a beast.
The power of burning blood is still there!
His body, his blood, and his soul are all burning!
The second axe!
Outrageously hack!
A blazing arc of light lit up between heaven and earth! The arc of light goes up and down!
Yang Jian's face was illuminated by the arc of light, the flames around him gradually extinguished, and he staggered feebly again, but did not fall stubbornly.
He was waiting, watching, seeing whether that arc of light could split Taoshan...
Can? Yang Jian was waiting, the surrounding heavenly generals who had no longer shot were also waiting, and the immortals in the heavenly court at this time were also waiting.
Booming...
The heavenly court trembled again, and that Taoshan implicated the heavenly court exclusion formation, and there were rays of light reflected on it!
This is the formation on Momoyama, killing the power of this blow!
Layer after layer, it looks like an axe slashed on the layers of cotton wool. Although it was destroyed and rotten, the cotton wool was also breaking open...
Finally, the light of the formation shattered, and the arc of light finally fell on the bare rock mountain!
boom!
The rock mountain was broken into two directly, and the two halves of the huge rock mountain flew towards both sides!
Yang Jian was shocked, his eyes widened, and he waited quietly.
Momoyama burst open, and that peerless figure stood alone, illuminated by the light wall touched by the arc of light.
Yao Ji!
The long hair was fluttering, his face was peaceful, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Two small hands were folded in front of him, looking at Yang Jian and Yang Xiaochan.
"Mother..." Yang Xiaochan had already drained her tears, and layers of mist appeared in her red and swollen eyes, "Mother!"
"Chan'er..."
Yao Ji cried with joy, and a tear was drawn across her cheeks, looking at her daughter she saw for the first time 500 years later, she couldn't bear the pain of longing in her heart.
The light wall in front of her didn't move, and the tremors in the heaven gradually calmed down.
Not enough, not enough strength!
The power of the mountain axe is not enough!
Yang Jian was trembling, holding the mountain axe tightly in both hands, and supporting his body by the mountain axe. The unwillingness, unwillingness and unbelief in his heart made him look up and roar.
"Jian'er..."
Yao Ji couldn't say the words that made Yang Jian stop. She knew that her son had already been fighting for her own life. How could she say discouraging words?
He was stained with blood and couldn't stand anymore, his loose hair stuck to his body, looking so embarrassed and so distressing.
I never did anything for these two children, but they did so much for themselves...
Yao Ji raised her head slightly, tears slipped from her smooth chin, and her white dress was dancing. She raised her hand and patted Yubi!
boom!
Her figure was knocked far away by the force of the counterattack, but a blue light flickered, and a small cauldron appeared on top of her head, sprinkling a little brilliance, gently surrounding her body.
Yuding shot, according to Yang Jian's words, protected Yao Ji.
"Mother!" Yang Jian's shouting was already extremely difficult, and his voice was trembling, but he shouted at the split Taoshan: "Don't move!"
Yao Ji immediately lay down on the ground, not daring to move, lest Yang Jian care about her even more.
Panting for breath, Yang Jian grasped the mountain axe in both hands, his eyes swept over the surrounding sky generals who wanted to move forward.
With just a glance, everyone around stopped, and no one dared to move forward.
He still has one pose, and there is one last pose. That is the greatest blessing that Hou Tu Niang's heart and blood has given him, and it is also the last resort for Yang Jian to dare to split the mountain.
Open heaven and rhyme.
The twelve ancestor witches used the great formation of the gods of the gods to condense Pangu's real body, splitting the demon court, and the broken world, only the real Zhoutian Star Dou Formation and the East Emperor Bell could resist.
Houtu Niangniang was originally Pangu’s blood metaplasia. She originally assumed the position of her arm in the Twelve Capital Tianshen Formation. Her heart and blood carried the profound meaning of Pangu’s true body, which was reasonable.
But this Taoist rhyme is too strong, too obscure, and incomprehensible. Yang Jian's realm has not yet been reached, and he can't fully grasp it, and I don't know when he can perform this trick.
But today, he can't wait for chance.
Even if the blood was burned out, he would only have the strength of the last axe.
Can you only rely on illusory luck?
No, he can't rely on luck, he must fight, fight, fight!
Closing his eyes, Yang Jian tried his best to recall the huge figure that Zeng Jinghong glanced at. It was the phantom of Pangu. He appeared twice when he got the blood of the ancestor witch.
Gradually, the phantom really appeared in his heart, and Yang Jian's spirit was shocked, but he did not dare to have too many emotional ups and downs. He closed his eyes and felt the Taoist rhyme contained in the phantom.
Only by visualizing Pangu can you realize the boundlessness of the world, the smallness of oneself, and the difficulty of opening the sky.
But why did Pangu God open the sky?
Why does the omnipotent God of God die from exhaustion?
The historical rumors of Honghuang say that the Pangu had understood his way and was driven by the big way, so he opened up the world.
That's not right! That's too general and too vague!
Pangu can divide yin and yang, cut three thousand innate gods and demons, and draw out this world in the chaos of Hongmeng!
Heaven is born because of it, the avenue is in order because of it, all things are born because of it, all spirits can support this world!
How can this kind of existence be driven by the avenue?
Others didn't understand, but Yang Jian knew it, the shout that echoed in his mind!
Walk alone on the road!
Pangu opens the sky, it must have ulterior meaning!
Pangu died of exhaustion, and his spine remained unyielding after his death, turning into an imperfect mountain, supporting the heaven and the earth for countless years...
What is it for him to die from exhaustion rather than give up this world?
why……
"why……"
Yang Jian murmured, his eyes were a little blank, as if he was asking about the reckless giant with his hands holding the sky across the endless time and space!
There is no answer.
This is destined to have no answer.
However, Yang Jian felt it again, that unyielding will, the will that would rather die on exhaustion than withdraw his hands and move his legs!
Pangu, all that was left was the will carried by the profound art!
Walk alone on the road! Give me someone!
Bang!
Yang Jian seemed to be filled with oil, and was suddenly lit, a gray flame rose up, and his blood rushed into the sky like wolf smoke!
The mountain axe burst into a hot light! The headless brawny man manifested, and then directly exploded to pieces, turned into a blood dance, and blended into the mountain axe!
Yang Jian raised the mountain axe with both hands!
"what--"
Zhuangruo crazy ~EbookFREE.me~ There are small blood vessels bursting everywhere in the body!
There are no tricks, no magical powers, just a rhyme of Taoism, an intent to fight that reverberates in heaven and earth, never bowing your head!
The world seems to be shaking!
The stars are extinguished, the sun and the moon are pale.
The immortals trembled and they were speechless!
With a simple vertical split, the mountain axe in Yang Jian's hand drew a simple trajectory, carrying all his strength, all his energy, all his heart and soul, and erupting in one blow!
The land that the axe cut across is directly turned into a vacuum!
A white arc of light bloomed hundreds of feet away in front of Yang Jian, but after that, this arc of light became extremely shining, bombarding the vast expanse of heaven!
As if to divide the world, almost reset the yin and yang!