Chapter 881: Eat its flesh, drink this blood

Ghosts roared in the sky, bones and blood skulls everywhere.
The monks are reduced to conquerors. The undead who are not willing to die easily are controlled by the invisible road that runs through the heavens and the earth. With the indifferent disdain of the strongest being on the highest peak of all spirits, they turn into fierce ghosts Li Hun, thousands of ghost army...
When looking at the chaos below, Yang Jian couldn't help but start to think-which way are the two or three roads of the strongest?
Judging from the situation when fighting with Xu Mo, the Xeon's control of the avenue has reached the point where he can change his avenue at will.
Xumo himself should have a road that can collect remnants of souls, bring them back to life, and give them extraordinary strength. The name of this avenue is probably only known to Xu Mo. If it is divided into categories, it should belong to the category of ‘good luck’.
The most famous of the prehistoric good fortune avenues is the Nuwa Empress Road, which is the Hunyuan avenue that has transformed the human race.
Yang Jian's master Yuding Zhenren is also a great way of good fortune, but it is more good for all things.
Except for this avenue, Yang Jian didn’t know what kind of other avenues of Xumo were and what kind of supernatural powers they had. Too strong.
Perhaps, among the nine strongest people, Xumo, the ninth strongest, is the bottom-most existence.
However, such a strong one at the bottom has destroyed Taisu and pushed the primordial land to the edge of the abyss...
Tao.
Yang Jian thought for a while, and the battle below made him frown slightly.
Even if there were threats from Xu Mo and his generals, Yang Jian couldn't calmly watch the catastrophe suffered by the prehistoric creatures.
Although it can only be saved for a while...
Seventy-two changes.
Yang Jian used the way of change and turned into a middle-aged Taoist, holding an innate spiritual treasure-level fairy sword, and wearing a robe with sleeves and ink. Although his beard slightly damaged the sense of elegance, it also added a few more. Sub-majesty.
Dao said: "Demons in troubled times! How can Poor Dao sit back and watch!"
After he said nothing, he swung his sword down, revealing the aura fluctuations of Quasi-Sage's early stage, which made people feel that his realm was not stable.
This kind of situation happened in real time, and there were also many major repairs that had escaped from the world or did not know the catastrophe due to retreat. After the flames of war affected themselves, they plunged into the fighting method to protect the predominant creatures.
This person like Yang Jian's change is not prominent in the whole world structure, but it can just change the situation of the battle here.
Yang Jian fell from the air, and a quasi-sage resurrected person greeted him with a whisk.
Yang Jian restrained the impulse to directly blast the opponent, holding the fairy sword to fight the opponent from a distance.
For a time, the sword light was like rain and the sky was fierce and thunderous, and the two of them fought ‘matches each other’.
But the resurgent who had stopped Yang Jian didn't understand, he should still have the upper hand, why the sword light he dodges, or the flying fairy sword, can always fly into his camp inexplicably and wreak havoc.
The fighting method was just a moment's notice. Several Da Luo Jing and dozens of resurrected under Da Luo were killed and wounded under the flying sword of this Dao.
The ghost army summoned by the road of the strongest suffered heavy casualties, and the sword light swept away and cleared the field directly.
This quasi-sacred realm resurrection yelled suddenly, and tried to draw the two people out of the sky, but unexpectedly he fell into a passive state for some reason, and was only chased by the opponent for a while.
Yang Jian bullied the resurrected person in such a realm, naturally without any effort, in fact, he was somewhat disregarding the saint's face.
But Yang Jian never felt that he had a lot of face, and the face of the saint seemed to him a little worthless, not as good as one ten thousandth of his own life.
Sing along the sword, the geometry of life!
With Yang Jian's strong entry into the game, the battle was quickly tilted towards the monks, and more importantly, the morale of the monks was boosted.
And Yang Jian also took this opportunity and began to concentrate on what he had neglected before-the Tao of Void.
This is also because Xu Mo’s injury has not healed and he is unable to exert his own power; in other words, Xu Mo has not shown his own avenue in front of Yang Jian, only relying on the mysterious realm and Taoism of the strongest to fight against Yang Jian and Not at all disadvantages.
Perhaps the secret to defeating Xumo is hidden in Xumo's own avenue.
And Yang Jian also knew that for several months, Xu Mo allowed his interception team to not show up to stop him, he must be concentrating on healing.
If you change to the previous situation, Xumo will definitely protect his subordinates and the great saints among those resurrected, but now because of the existence of Yunxiao Empress, Xumo has a little more urgency to return to the peak.
After Xumo recovers his wounds, he will immediately launch a thunderous offensive, not only to wipe out the predecessor, but more importantly, to slay the clouds and plunder her avenue, so that his strength will take a big step forward!
A road of consummation is the most priceless treasure in the world for the strongest like Xumo.
So Yang Jian was as active as before, Xu Mo didn't show up again, but he recalled his generals and saints back to the land of five continents.
In fact, this is the best time for the prehistoric side to counterattack, but the frustration of the prehistoric monks is still unhealed, and they are somewhat powerless to fight back.
Ugh……
Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart. He only felt that the road ahead was getting harder and harder, and he still had more than enough energy.
"Who are you! How dare you be an enemy of the poor road! Don't you want to live!"
The quasi-sheng who was fighting with him screamed angrily, obviously being forced by Yang Jian to be a little anxious.
But seeing this ‘Sword Fairy’ smiled coldly, the fairy sword in his hand quickly attacked, and the sky full of sword shadows were scattered, and there was a huge sword coming across the sky, seeming to have the sword intent to destroy the sky.
The Pingtian sword cast that has not been used for many years is unfolding. Although it is not a clever sword intent, it still has an extraordinary power in Yang Jian's hands.
The quasi-sacred realm resurrection quickly dodged, but he turned his head when he dodges, only to see that Yang Jian's offensive fell to a handful of resurrection masters and many ghost troops, quickly clearing a large area, but nothing Waste a little mana...
"You guys are deceiving too much!"
"The evil spirits should be slaughtered!"
"Sword Fairy" raised his head and laughed, proud of himself.
Suddenly, the sound of an eagle's crowing appeared on the cliff on the side. This sound resounded across the sky and across the sky and the earth.
This eagle actually ignored the battles between the many monks and the ghost army, spread its wings and flew straight to the sky, and went straight to the two quasi-sacred realm resurgents who were fighting against the prehistoric major repairs!
Yang Jian showed a little smile, the spirit sword in his hand was showered with light and rain, his moves became more elegant and calm.
"Where is the evil animal!"
"Beware, this eagle is weird!"
After a few curses, the eagle suddenly revealed its extreme speed, as if the universe broke through a gap, causing its figure to flicker several times, weirdly appeared in front of a quasi-sacred realm resurrection.
The eagle's body revolved, and the flames gushed, engulfing this resurrected person who had no time to dodge!
Then I heard a scream, the flame was high, and the sound of chewing from the flame made the scalp numb.
The flame condensed into a human form, and all the resurrected people and monks around were a little startled.
However, I saw a tattered monkey squatting in the air. The body of the resurrected person had turned into the body of the monster race, which was actually a goat covered in iron armor. At this time, the goat's forelimb was missing one, and the lesser one was held in the monkey's hand and sent to his mouth from time to time.
The monkey's eyes were a little apathetic, and his face was indifferent, as if he didn't see the situation around him.
"Work together to kill this demon monkey!"
The resurrected person shouted loudly, surrounded by divine lights, all magical powers and magic weapons, and poured out at the monkey for a while.
The sword fairy transformed by Yang Jian raised his arms and shouted: "I have no good warriors in the prehistoric human race!"
The monks responded in unison, and several major repairers rushed to the vicinity of the monkey, sharing a lot of pressure for the monkey.
But in the end, the flood of light swallowed the monkey's body, roaring, thunder and fire...
When the vitality fluctuations dissipated and Qiankun regained a little clarity, the chewing sound was still there.
The monkey was unscathed, except that the tattered clothes on his body were a little more tattered.
The monkey squatted there and continued to bite the leg of the lamb, and then seemed to have eaten the muscles, and took a bit impatiently. The monkey hair dyed blood red around his mouth, and his whole body exuded a trace of fierceness.
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he grabbed the leg of the lamb, dragged the goat, and walked towards another quasi-sacred resurrection...
Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart, and continued to fight his opponent calmly. It's just that his opponent was also scared by the monkey~EbookFREE.me~ with flaws, so Yang Jian casually found a chance to directly take a hit...
In fact, there are monkeys on the stage, and there are no resurgents from the Dao Saints Realm or Quasi-Saints Peak Realm here, and the battle has come to an end.
The defensive line of the resurrected quickly collapsed, and the stream of light rushed to the ancient pilgrimage road, and Yang Jian led the monks to cover up from behind.
Two hours later, countless ghost troops abandoned here were extinguished, and the monks looked sadly to clean up the mess, and there were also many Buddhist monks who were surviving their souls everywhere, so as not to turn into ghosts and disturb this place again.
There should be no war in this vast world in a short period of time. After all, the Xeon's main force is still placed near Nanfan Chau.
The sword fairy turned into by Yang Jian took the initiative to walk to the monkey who was leaning on the goat's body in a daze, arching his hands forward and making a move.
At this time, as long as he comes into contact with monkeys, he can directly drive the avenue to take the monkeys back to Nanfangzhou. The monkeys are too late to resist.
But Yang Jian saw the confusion and boring in the monkey's eyes, a little unbearable in his heart, and did not directly take him away.
"How do you call a fellow Taoist?"'Sword Fairy' raised the fairy sword upside down and asked with a smile.
The monkey looked up at the sword fairy in front of him, and continued to sit there in a daze without speaking.
A few streams of light fell on the side, but two quasi-sacred cultivators and three Da Luo came forward, and made a deep bet on Yang Jian, the ‘Sword Fairy’ and the monkey sitting on the side.
"The grace of the two daoists to survive, Pang Dao and a few dao friends are unforgettable! I also invite the two to go to the celebration banquet together, and Rong Pang Dao would like to thank them one or two!"
"No need," Yang Jian's transformed sword fairy shook his head, smiled freely, and said: "There are still wars in the great world around me. I should continue to fight against evil spirits. By the way, how many fellow daoists are members of Chaotian Pavilion?"