Chapter 701: Those who stop me are our enemies

By the bank of Huangquan, the Buddha's blood flowed, slaughtering all the pseudo-types and leaving no dogs.
Wangxiangtai, no worries, bliss vision buddha structure.
Now that the hands are stained with the blood of the enemy, the ghosts and gods retreat from the evil spirits.
Gu Jian Changfeng Chi Yunran, and his spear was in his grip and don't look back.
Don't look back, don't look back.
Three thousand gods and demons can't be killed, how can my generation make 箜篌!
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"Yang Jian!"
Such a stern cry with a certain desperate accusation, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, I couldn't believe it, it was actually sent from a saint.
Zhunti's golden body was half-kneeled in a deep pit, and all around him were crawling and falling corpses.
Jin's body was covered with scars, and golden blood was constantly flowing out, and a wave of heaven and earth vitality penetrated into his law body, but most of them couldn't stay, so that his body was surrounded by vitality.
What's ridiculous is that none of the sage disciples who were beheaded by Yang Jian, or the respected people in Buddhism, were all old monks who were loyal to Buddhism.
Yang Jian held the Yuantu Sword and moved forward slowly. Zhunti was at the end of the battle at this time, thanks to the previous Thousand Buddha Formation, otherwise Yang Jian really wanted to force Zhunti to such a realm, and there would be a dark battle.
"You can't kill me!"
Zhun Tijuzi firmly believes in the creed of the immortality of saints, and in the prehistoric world, the six saints are indeed immortal.
Yang Jian didn't say a word, holding the three-pointed two-edged gun near the tip of the gun, and simultaneously raised it with Yuantu Sword.
call out--
This is the scream produced by the body too fast.
Yang Jian left countless afterimages around Zhunti's body, using his real human form to display the speed of approaching the flying feather escape technique.
Before this battle, it was difficult for Yang Jian to achieve this kind of speed; but now, Yang Jian has reached a new realm in the use of his own supernatural powers without progressing half an inch.
His profound body is a treasure house, a treasure house that has not yet been filled, and a treasure house that has not been fully excavated.
The gun shadow and the sword shadow gradually overlapped, quasi-raised and shouted, the golden light around his body gushing crazily, but he could no longer catch up with Yang Jian's attacking pace.
Jingle bells, like the sound of iron strikes again.
Yuan Tu Jian once pierced Yang Jian's body, after being pulled out by Yang Jian, it became a weapon in his hand.
After the death of Styx, Yuantu Sword and Yuan Ling still resisted Yang Jian. Yang Jian urgently needed this magical weapon to break the saint’s dharma body. Although he was a bit violent, he used Xuan Gang to forcibly strangle Yuantu Sword and Sword Spirit, so as to make this invincible. The extremely sharp long sword has become a magic weapon inferior to the spiritual product.
But Fengrui is still there, and under the blessing of Xuangang, Fengrui is better than the past, this is enough.
The place where Zhunti had a thousand feet in his body turned into a forbidden place for death, but any Buddhist master who wanted to help protect his saint would be like a few corpses lying on the ground, beheaded or beheaded, and blood shed.
The breath of the saint is declining;
Yang Jian's offensive has been maintained in a state of fiery wind, without exhaustion, without mercy, and without hesitation.
A long time ago, he embarked on a road destined to accompany the massacre; to conquer the Chaos Sea, it is impossible for him to be without blood.
But Yang Jian never thought that he would kill in the prehistoric, especially when he raised a three-pointed two-bladed spear against a group of monks who would be guarding the predominant war in the future. The delicate moment that appears.
He has no other choice.
Either let Zhunti die, or watch the underworld collapse and see Hou Tu humiliated.
The recklessness of Buddhism has already touched his bottom line.
In a lifetime, there are always things that can be done, and there are always things that cannot be done, and there are many things that must be done.
Yang Jian has practiced in the prehistoric land so far, and the predominant land is the place he believes to be a place to live. All his relatives, friends, and those related to him are living in the predominant land. He wants to fight back those powerful enemies and guard everything. This is what he can do. '.
As his strength gradually increased, Yang Jian stepped up to the position he had looked up to, with a promising future, and even became a glimmer of hope for the great powers.
But Yang Jian went to the Palace of the High Heavens and faced the Jade Emperor. With the seal of Kongtong, he could directly abolish the Jade Emperor and become the supreme of the Three Realms.
But he did not miss these useless powers, which is his own definition of ‘undo’.
What is ‘must do’?
What we must do now is to do it!
Buddhism seizes the six reincarnation discs, humiliating the great virtues of Yang Jian, who has great kindness and connection with Yang Jian. How can Yang Jian tolerate them!
Now that they are both hostile, if Styx does not die, how can Yang Jian return to the Chaos Sea again! ?
Based on today's matter alone, Yang Jian has a good reason to slaughter the saint, not to mention that this quasi-sage saint had wanted to put him to death several times before. If it were not for the protection of the teacher, where would he be today?
The ancestor of the Styx is dead, today Zhunti will die!
Even Yang Jian had already clearly felt a few more ethereal auras in the Netherworld, knowing that someone would show up to stop him later.
It's not practical to rely on one's own rage and a fierce force.
Xiao Chan'er was seriously injured, making Yang Jian, who was already angry, more angry, but he did not lose his anger while he was angry. That anger turned into cold killing intent, and his heart was constantly planning how he should arrange it.
If it really doesn't work, directly pull the group of masters in the Chaos Sea that you already control over, threatening Lingshan!
"Yang Jian! Hahaha! You can't kill me!"
Zhunti was covered with scars, but he still didn't forget to roar and vent, a look of defeat.
Yang Jian snorted coldly, his figure stopped suddenly, and he stood not far from Zhunti.
The golden body of the saint who was kneeling on the ground wanted to bounce up, but as soon as Zhunti was about to use force, the seven-foot-high golden body suddenly trembled, and there were hundreds of wounds cracking at the same time.
"Wow--"
Quasi lifted a mouthful of golden blood spouting several feet away, kneeling back weakly.
With an unbroken sneer at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, his long sword stuck to the ground, his right hand clenched his fist, and he took a breath.
The sound of running water was endless, and Yang Jian's right hand with his fist slowly opened, gently supporting his dantian, as if he was feeling something.
The universe has great skills, heaven, earth, moon and stars.
The universe appears in the body, and the illusion is also true.
A cyan-blue water color suddenly appeared, centering on Yang Jian, slowly spreading towards the surrounding area, staining all the land in a radius of ten miles with water color.
Everyone who looks at this place has seen such a strange scene...
With Yang Jian as the center, a new world appeared, the sky was blue and white clouds were long; the sea was endless and the breeze was blowing.
This is just a peaceful scene. Although the world is monotonous, it seems to exist.
Gradually, this small world became clearer and clearer, so that it obscured the heavens and the earth of the Nether Realm, leaving only this quiet and peaceful water and blue sky.
In this small world, there are only two people-Yang Jian kneeling there with a golden body and carrying a dragon spear.
Lifting the Yuantu sword in his hand, Yang Jian walked towards Zhunti step by step, making waves on the sparkling water every time he walked.
Zhunti, who hadn't stopped cursing, was extremely quiet now; not only did it calm down, the golden body was still trembling, and when he looked up at Yang Jian, there was a trace of unconcealable fear in his eyes.
"You, how did you do it?"
Yang Jian didn't say a word, Yuan Tu raised in his hand, and directly cut down towards Zhun Ti Jin.
The golden light flashed, the saint's golden body and head fluttered, golden blood gushing like a fountain.
However, Yang Jian frowned slightly, watching that the constantly fluttering head gradually turned into a quasi-normal old monk, staring at Yang Jian with a dull face.
The saint is really hard to kill.
Once again, when Yang Jian lifted his sword forward, the wind direction of Xiaotiandi changed slightly, which naturally couldn't be concealed from Yang Jian, the master of this world.
Yang Jian sneered, Yuan Tu Jian suddenly burst out of colorful sword lights, and shot away at Zhun Ti.
"Amitabha……"
A buddha horn sounded with a little helplessness, and a white lotus suddenly broke into the world, blocking Zhunti.
The white lotus has twelve petals, which is actually a twelve-grade lotus stand of the most precious level!
The colorful sword light was counted by the lotus platform at the moment, and the Buddha's light on the lotus platform circulated and became a monk in white robe. He put his hands together and respectfully performed Buddhist rituals to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian frowned slightly. He anticipated that the envoy would come to save Zhun Ti, and even that Master Sanqing would show up to stop him, but never thought that the one who dared to break into this place to save Zhun Ti would be someone who had never met before. Young monk.
Obviously, the little monk wanted to introduce himself to Yang Jian, but as soon as he opened his lips, Yang Jian suddenly shot out his spear shadows, and immediately shot without saying hello.
"Bitterness, bitterness!"
The white-clothed monk's hands were as fast as phantoms, and after connecting dozens of handprints, he actually blocked Yang Jian's gun shadow coefficient.
"Humph!"
Yang Jian bullied himself forward, and the originally peaceful Xiaotiandi suddenly raised a huge wave to the sky!
How does the monk in white dare to be close by Yang Jian? The lotus platform under his feet was quite strange, and when the lotus platform turned slightly, thousands of incarnations appeared, filling the entire water surface.
Yang Jian frowned and slashed with a sword, only to see a phantom.
Even with that, Zhunti's figure was missing.
"Amitabha, the little monk Jizo, dare not to be an enemy of the true monarch, please see that the true monarch will also be the main force of resistance to the enemy in the future ~ EbookFREE.me~ bypassing my second master."
"Oh?" Yang Jian remained calm, Xiao Tiandi retreated, but there was a layer of colorful flame around his body.
He thought of more than one way to kill the saint.
The white shadows all over the sky flashed, and he returned to the appearance of a little monk in white clothes. At this moment, he was holding the almost faint quasi-tiff, a little helplessly watching Yang Jian who had threatened him.
"True monarch, can't you talk?"
"It's so boring."
"Well, the poor monk doesn't really want to wade in the muddy water," Ksitigarbha sighed lightly, and made a movement that made the Buddhist masters change their colors.
He threw the Zhun lift in his hand at Yang Jian's feet like a rag bag, and made a light gesture.
Jizo smiled and said: "I am not hostile to the true monarch at all. I tried to save him. I was only entrusted by an old friend of the true monarch and had to pay others' favor. But compared to these, I can't pay for my life in vain. Please, please."
Yang Jian frowned, and his cautious temper was making trouble again, but fortunately, he was only cautious, not suspicious.
Yuantu sword fell, it was the speed that Yang Jian could explode, and he used ten percent strength, and he would be beheaded in an instant...
when--
As soon as the bell rang, the dark gray swept in all directions. When the bell fell, Yang Jian was no longer able to mention it.
Yang Jian smiled bitterly, turning his back to the person who rescued Zhun Ti, "I never thought that you would stop me."
The visitor threw Zhun Ti aside and turned to look at Yang Jian, a big bell floating above them.
"You must kill?"
"Those who stop me are our enemies."
Yang Jian also turned around, his expression unchanged.
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