Chapter 598: This son

　　 There are already many figures outside the Wuling Temple. Yang Jian and Ao Xinke rushed out of the top of the hall, and they were immediately surrounded by many figures. A spirit tribe general shouted angrily, and countless streamers came.
　　 The weird tone fell in the ears of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, and it was an angry shout:
　　 "Hold the two! The spirit master was injured and was accidentally held by them! Retake the spirit master!"
　　As soon as these words came out, the surrounding spirit race seemed crazy, rushing towards Yang Jian like locusts.
　　 "Into the mysterious turtle belt."
　　Yang Jian said in a low voice, Ao Xinke wanted to insist, but she raised her head and looked at Yang Jian's profile, and the words that came to her mouth were only ‘um’.
　　 Although he didn't want him to face this endless and powerful enemy alone, Ao Xinke couldn't disobey Yang Jian's orders, and knew that he might just be a burden here.
　　The mysterious turtle belt flashed brightly, and Ao Xinke got into it, wrapping Yang Jian with a layer of spiritual consciousness.
　　 The long spear swept across, and the shadow of the Xuangang spear shot exploded. The figure within a thousand feet of Yang Jian's body fell like rain, and the narrow world was stained with blood of various colors.
With a cold snort, Yang Jian was already wearing a snow-white divine armor, holding a long sword in his left hand and a dragon spear in his right hand. The long hair that was simply kept fluttering, his eyes were first flat, and then burned in peace. A ray of war.
　　 What about thousands of troops?
　　 How about many masters?
　　 If this body goes, who can stop it!
　　 Several quasi-sacred auras swept from behind, and Yang Jian didn't turn his head back, his figure resembling a snow-white condor, rushing towards the walls of Xuandu City!
　　 "Stop him!"
　　 "Asshole! Where can I escape!"
　　 screams in my ears, why does it touch my heart?
　　 The sword light flashed, just like the sword intent of the Master of Heavenly Heaven Zeng Zeng flying the chaotic clock, and like Lu Chunyang's sharp and powerful sword stroke, it swayed out of Yang Jian's left hand!
　　 The dragon spear groaned loudly, and the gun body of the three-pointed two-edged spear spouted out a black dragon with colorful light shining through the gaps in the black scales, and its limbs splashed wherever it went!
　　 Jianguang ripped open the crack, the spear leveled the enemy, and Yang Jian's figure moved forward without stopping!
　　 "The siege is suspended! Form a battle to meet the enemy! Trapped this dog!"
　　 A quasi-sage general of the Spirit Race shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in this narrow world, and he came to explore the divine sense and spiritual sense, and his eyes were slightly surprised.
　　 I don't know who shouted: "Yang Jian!? Why is he here!"
　　 There were several powerful spirits who trapped the man who was shouting, and asked him Yang Jian's heels.
　　 It was only a moment, Yang Jian had already rushed out for an unknown number of miles, and corpses fell like rain wherever he passed, but anyone who dared to rush in front of him was an enemy!
　　 Since he is an enemy, he must be prepared to be beheaded.
　　 Yang Jian's eyes did not fluctuate. He was born from the tribulations of the Taoist school, and at this time he has learned not to think too much, not to look too much.
　　 The soul is dead, what is it to do with him?
　　 "Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"
　　 Yang Jian finally scolded him, his body suddenly turned into a fire phoenix, and the figure walked around with the word ‘Zhi’, and the real fire of the phoenix filled the horizon!
　　 However, seven or eight quasi-saint masters have set up a defensive array in front of him, blocking the path Yang Jian must pass.
　　 Yang Jian did not stop at all, his figure rushed into the formation directly, opening the heaven and the rhyme, opening the heaven!
　　 Those who block the way will lose!
The Da Luo Jinxian, who called out Yang Jian’s name, was taken to a Chaos Spirit Race wearing a blood-colored robe with two horns on his forehead; the evil spirits emitted from this Chaos Spirit Race made this Da Luo face pale. , Breathing is a little difficult.
　　 "What a strong monk, his name is Yang Jian? What is his skill?"
"Given the evil spirit master," this Da Luo forcibly calmed Dao's heart. Here, he said that Yang Jian's heels are not "selling" predominantly. Everyone came out to gangsters, and they couldn’t ask for the chance of enlightenment, so why kidnapped from predecessor. ?
　　 This Daluo Jinxian was originally an elder of a sect in Central China. He was unable to break through for a long time in a difficult world. He only entered the Chaos Sea for several years before he entered the chaotic sea. He followed ancient rumors to this place and also practiced in the Wuling World for several years.
　　 He also knew in detail about Yang Jian's fame, which is not a secret in Honghuang.
"This immortal is named Yang Jian, a disciple of three generations of the sage Yuanshi Tianzun, and even the first disciple of the three generations. His skills are quite powerful, he cultivated profound arts, and he was not a natural treasure, and he could not break his immortal body. enemy……"
　　 This Da Luo thought for a while, and saw a sneer at the corner of Sha Lingzhu’s mouth, and added,
His teacher is a real Jade Ding, and he is an inexhaustible master who has once competed with the saints.

　　Fight against the saints?
　　 "Oh, the six sages of the wild, they are only the saints of merit."
　　 The evil spirit master slowly got up from his seat, his slender figure exuding a faint murderous intent, two strands of white hair blinked abnormally on both sides of the gloomy face, and the horns of his forehead made faint fluctuations.
　　The big Luo Jinxian who was kneeling in front of the evil spirit master suddenly had eyes, raised one hand, and slapped his Nigongwan fiercely, shattering his own soul.
　　 The evil spirit master seemed unconscious, with a left hand, and two women who looked similar to him carried a black sickle forward.
　　 "Non-innate treasure can not hurt? Huh."
　　 The evil spirit master showed a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, two black lights gushing out behind him, turning into two blood-black wings, his figure resembling a comet, rushing from the left side behind Yang Jian.
　　 This momentum naturally made Yang Jian have to partake of his mind.
　　 But Yang Jian's footsteps didn't stop at all. After he had unlocked the seventy-two changes, he raised his spear and sword again, and the figure in front of him fell down like pieces of wheat.
　　 "Zhuzi is so mad!"
　　 Amidst the chaotic army ahead, a human quasi-sage shot out dozens of streams of light, covering Yang Jian's whole body.
　　 Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. He had already killed many Human Race Da Luo before, but this was the first Human Race quasi-sage to attack him.
　　If in the midst of the precipice, Yang Jian might still be merciful to his fellow clan; but here is a chaotic sea of ​​chaos, and the opponent is obviously doing his best to make a move...
　　 If you are an enemy of yourself, why care about his background?
　　 Even if this person is also a scholar of interpretation, Yang Jian can't say anything if he killed him!
　　 hum!
　　 The long spear swept out an arc of light and cut it horizontally. Yang Jian first stepped back, leaning forward, and streamers smashed on Ao Xuehan, but there was no way to make Ao Xuehan crack.
　　 Yang Jian looked up and sneered halfway.
　　 Then his figure suddenly violent!
　　 Seventy-two changes, Jinpeng spread its wings!
　　The long line drawn by the golden light spreads thousands of feet away, before slowly dissipating from the end; and the figure pierced by this golden line is cut in half and slowly separated!
　　 The celebrity quasi-sage was full of horror, clutching his left shoulder, his left arm and half of his body had disappeared, and it looked very terrifying at this time.
　　 Such a supernatural power...
"Yang Jian?"
　　 When did Hong Huang appear such a cruel person? I can't even stop him!
　　 Another ray of blood passed by, and the corpse of the spirit race that was beheaded by Yang Jian quickly withered, turning into a blood qi to follow the figure that rushed past.
　　 The human quasi-sage changed color again, and his figure quickly backed away, looking at the fast-drying wound, a quasi-sage rhyme flowed, and he opened his mouth and swallowed the pill before he barely stabilized.
　　 Escape from the dead...
　　 This quasi-sage frowned secretly, he actually escaped once, and the dignified quasi-sage would feel lucky after escaping.
　　 "Crazy," Human Race Quasi-Sage murmured, raising his eyes to the Scarlet Comet that rushed behind Yang Jian, "Today's young monk is crazy..."
　　 "Dead!"
　　 The grinning laughter of the evil spirit master resounded everywhere in the corners outside the city.
　　Yang Jian just squinted and raised his eyes, the innate spirit treasure's sword in his hand trembling constantly, was held by Yang Jian backhand, and threw it directly at the evil spirit master.
The evil spirit master held the huge sickle in both hands and slashed down, but the sword shook slightly before it touched the sickle. It turned into four and flashed across the sickle, leaving three lines on the back of the evil spirit master's hand and shoulders. Bloodstain, half of his horn was cut off by the way.
　　 The big blood-red eyes of the evil spirit master froze a little, and then furiously, the sickle slammed Yang Jian.
　　 Yang Jian held the sword art in his left hand, and the four swords that flew out merged into one, stealing from Lu Chunyang's imperial sword technique, and the sword turned into a streamer to quickly harvest the lives of those spiritual soldiers.
　　 And Yang Jian fluttered sideways, and the black sickle passed by, and the blast of Dao Yun strangled Dao Dao figures within a thousand meters.
　　 This is the close combat method of the Chaos Spirit Race?
　　 Yang Jian was a little disappointed in his heart, after all, he had some expectations for this opponent just now.
　　 smashed the spear with one hand, directly on the long handle of the sickle, and smashed the Sha Lingzhu's figure by a few inches.
　　 Bend his knees and punched.
　　 Yang Jian's left fist and right knee hit Sha Lingzhu's cheek and abdomen almost at the same time. The latter's face was suddenly distorted, and the unbelievable eyes had not disappeared, but his body had flown out.
　　 "Are you also the spirit master?"
　　 Yang Jian asked indifferently, cheating in front of the figure, the spear was full of Xuan Gang, and he was about to take away the evil spirit master...
　　 "Slow down!"
　　 An unhurried voice rang from all directions, but Yang Jian suddenly raised his head~EbookFREE.me~ A big dark hand, like a mountain, suppressed this place!
　　 Its Taoist rhyme and its coercive force made Yang Jian a warning sign in his heart, and the Xuan body was reminding him to dodge soon!
　　 Yes, there is no way to avoid it!
　　 "So many people are bullying my little nephew, are you looking for death?"
　　 Another familiar voice sounded. This slightly lazy tone made Yang Jian a little bit dumbfounded.
　　 An invisible aura blasted from the walls of Xuandu City, and directly hit the sky-shielding big hand into the air. The aura wrapped around Yang Jian, pulling Yang Jian back directly.
　　 Yang Jian glanced at the evil spirit master, who was staring at Yang Jian at this time.
　　 The corner of his mouth curled, and Yang Jian pinched a sword technique with his fingers behind his back. The flying sword, which had flew behind the evil spirit master at some unknown time, was inserted right into the evil spirit master's back and penetrated from his lower abdomen.
　　 "You! Poof!" The evil spirit master vomited blood, but the profound energy contained on the sword was hurriedly blocked by him.
　　 Actually, Yang Jian was a little hesitant, because after the profound energy rushed into this guy's body, he didn't even know where to find this person's soul.
　　 Helpless, he also slightly damaged the body of the lower evil spirit master.
　　 That breath envelops Yang Jian, sweeping away a group of foreign races and primordial monks, and in a blink of an eye they traveled thousands of miles and entered the great formation of Xuandu City.
　　 The lazy voice of the Great Master Xuandu came out again:
　　 "Listen well, this kid is a poor man. If he hurts half of his hair by you in the future, poor dao will let your clan destroy the stones."