Chapter 249: Wind up? Luo

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"Drinking with others hurts my baby, drinking with you is simply killing me."
It was still the clear lake, or the small flat boat, the sloppy and sloppy old man with apathy shrank in the stern, his fingers sliding in the water boredly.
Yang Jian patted him on the back, and the blood stains had already been cleaned up.
"Senior, take a moment to relax and leave it to this body to admire the bright moon." Yang Jian consoled Bai Ze solemnly, just because the old man who was beaten by him was injured because of him.
Bai Ze chuckled, and Yang Jian laughed a little bit. When Bai Ze recovered almost, he sat on the boat and continued to wander around.
The three-month period that the old gentleman said is over today, but Yang Jian is not in a hurry at this time, and he is not in a hurry at all...
Yang Jian has been dangling with Bai Ze in this vast world. With Bai Ze here, what happened naturally can't hide the two of them.
Now it was a troubled autumn, and someone stretched out his hand to Mount Yunluo, intending to use Kong Xuan's butcher knife to deter a big power, in order to make that big power jealous here, and even withdraw from this world.
Bai Ze did a good job of abacus, and Bai Ze also praised the people who planned the matter, but in Yang Jian's view, these people are really as good as his own day...
"Senior, you said that they calculated Kong Xuan like this, wouldn't Kong Xuan go to them to settle accounts afterwards?"
Yang Jian frowned while holding the wine glass and asked.
The old man Bai Ze yawned, feeling a little sluggish.
He vomited blood twice in a hundred days, and each time he was still half a foot tall, even if he could not hold it back! What's more, it's still the power of anger, there is no luck in his body, but he eats and waits for death.
"Kong Xuan's weakness lies in his arrogance. Even if he sees through the other party's calculations, as long as someone dares to rush into the big formation of Luoshan, no matter what the reason, no matter which force it is," Bai Ze faintly uttered three The word, "All to die."
Yang Jian was silent, after suffering this loss, he actually began to firmly believe in a truth
It doesn't matter how much power you have behind, or how deep you are, you still have to rely on your own fists and your true strength if you want to get a foothold in this predicament.
Yang Jian stretched out his arms and asked at random, "How long do you think I can repair before I reach the realm of Kong Xuan?"
"You?" Bai Ze chuckled, "Some realms can't be piled up by time; some magical powers can't be understood by the day after tomorrow. All things gain and lose, Kong Xuanzhi gains and loses, you almost already know What's more, you think those saints are aloof and omnipotent. As everyone knows, they give more."
"What about you, senior?"
"me……"
Bai Ze lay on the boat and watched the clouds rising and falling in the sky. His eyes gradually became muddy and clear again. After a long time without saying a word, he just sighed slightly.
Half-generation fame and fame are loess, and Shaohua is no longer a bitter.
"I'm thinking about it now. When Liuya comes out again, the first thing I see is me. I can still take her and be kidnapped again, like a pair of mortal grandchildren, how comfortable."
"Yeah," Yang Jian drank and chuckled. He stopped using his profound energy to drive the boat, and drifted along the mirror-like water.
Comfortable and calm, it is rare to have such a mood.
It's a pity that this artistic conception is beautiful, and the time spent here is too long, and it is easy to be disturbed.
Click!
He heard the rumbling of thunder, and two dark clouds came from the east and west, colliding together eight hundred miles away.
For a moment, the precious light flickered, the thunder roared, and countless magic weapons and magical powers bloomed at the same time...
Bai Ze lay there and looked towards the sky, and Yang Jian also turned his head to look at the fighting ground.
"I don't know how many monks are going to die today." Yang Jian sighed. During this period of time, there has been a lot of rapture among the great powers of cultivating immortals, and there is no fuss at this time.
There was some nostalgia in Bai Ze's eyes, "What kind of scene is this? This is not a scene. In the past, the dragon and the phoenix battle, the sky is torn apart; the Lich battle is not completely collapsed, that is the battle, that is the battle."
"It's a pity that I was not born in that era."
Yang Jian's eyes showed a little Enron light.
"What's the hurry?" Bai Ze's smile at this time was indescribably weird, a little gloating, but more bitter and an unspeakable sense of powerlessness.
"The real battle is yet to come."
Yang Jian was startled, not knowing what Bai Ze meant; isn't the prehistoric immeasurable calamity weaker every time?
Master once said that the supervision of the heavens has become more and more strict, the cultivation of monks has become more and more difficult, and the power and influence of the catastrophe will become smaller and smaller.
If this was said from the crowd, Yang Jian would naturally not believe it, but when he said it from Bai Ze... Yang Jian believed it most in his heart.
Just let him go all the way.
It is rare to be a spectator, rather than being in a whirlpool, Yang Jian is naturally happy, watching the thousands of monks fighting with his spiritual knowledge.
But looking at it, Yang Jian couldn't sit still anymore and left the ship to escape.
As the saying goes, gods fight mortals and suffer. Most of these monks are scattered and disorderly and have no tactics at all. They burned with the flames of war. These people also dispersed as the war became more and more scattered. Killing and killing spread to some towns.
Yang Jian has been observing from the side, there will be unbearable in his heart, and he can't help but save some mortals with shallow or no cultivation, but he did not take part in the fight between the two sides.
In fact, he is the Marshal of the Heavenly Court, so he should be standing on the side of Chaotian Pavilion.
It is a pity that he is a Heavenly Marshal who does not listen to the announcement. Not only does he not help Chaotian Pavilion, but he also secretly rescues some of the Cultivators of the Baixian League and the Heavenly Kingdom who have been seriously injured and unable to fight again.
He comes like the wind and goes with the wind. At this time, the highest cultivation level of the two sides participating in the war is the Golden Immortal level, and no one can capture Yang Jian's whereabouts.
The two sides came with support again, and there were deaths and injuries to each other, but they seemed to be red eyes, spreading to the range of thousands of miles.
Yang Jian has been saving some creatures he can save, and he doesn't force the ones he can't save. He is purely doing nothing to earn merit.
Half a day later, Yang Jian stood on a mountain top, frowning and looking around.
This world has been disrupted.
Three big forces, countless small forces, and other big world forces from outside who want to share here, as well as more than 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals stationed here that day, killed within 30,000 miles. It's hard to distinguish.
The earth was already dripping with immortal blood, and Fangzhen had been destroyed in many places.
Even many of the people Yang Jian had originally saved were unable to escape their bad luck and died in the aftermath of these monks' fighting.
Hundreds of thousands of monks, hundreds of thousands of immortals.
And the area where these people are fighting is just around Mount Yunluo.
"Millions of blood slaughtered, a powerful hero?" Yang Jian sneered, not commenting on such arguments, standing on the top of the mountain to continue watching the battle.
Suddenly a shout came from the front, a group of dozens of heavenly soldiers wearing light gray armors wandered here and surrounded Yang Jian.
A bearded and odious general asked, "Who are you! But the traitorous courtier! Oppose my heaven!?"
Yang Jian didn't change his face, and said calmly: "What I said is not so, yes, so what?"
"Oh, whether you dare to contempt the heavens like this or not, it is already a capital crime!" This day the general laughed twice and shouted "left and right", and all the heavenly soldiers marched forward.
Yang Jian remained motionless, but carefully observed the expressions of these heavenly soldiers and generals, and found that no one felt embarrassed or uncomfortable. They cooperated with each other tacitly and blocked all his retreat.
That day he will say: "Those who are acquainted should hand over three magic weapons, otherwise we will kill you here today!"
Yang Jian was silent. He frowned when he saw it this day, and scolded: "Do you think I dare not kill you? Oh, now wars are everywhere, there are not many people who die, and there are not many people who live you alone!"
A heavenly soldier standing next to the general cursed: "General, look at his robe, it's good, don't let him suffer, I really don't know how high the sky is!"
"The sky is high and the earth is thick," Yang Jian sighed softly, standing there with his hands behind his back, his robe without wind.
That day, his face was solemn, and just as he was about to wink at his subordinates, a figure suddenly appeared behind Yang Jian.
This situation is weird and strange, making these heavenly soldiers and generals stunned~EbookFREE.me~ The one who appeared behind Yang Jian was not someone else, it was Bai Ze, one of the ancient ten demon saints, who had only powerful means. , In order to approach Yang Jian so easily.
"Hurry up," Bai Ze shouted solemnly: "Your chance to wait is here!"
Yang Jian's spirits were suddenly shocked, and two bright lights burst out of his originally lazy eyes!
Bai Ze let himself wait three months for the opportunity, finally came? !
As soon as he was about to walk away, Yang Jian's eyes fell on these heavenly soldiers and generals again. He snorted and flicked his fingers. He didn't see any hidden weapons. He screamed while covering his left ear that day, and blood leaked from his fingers. .
"Take off one of your ears and listen to the one you left." Yang Jian showed a little aura, and the bodies of these heavenly soldiers trembled lightly, and the master of them retreated in the air.
Bai Ze whispered: "Don't make extravagances, lest things change."
Yang Jian nodded and said to the general that day: "Tell you the leading general that someone secretly calculated this battle to withdraw troops early, lest there be no survivors."
After the words were finished, Bai Ze clasped Yang Jian's shoulders, and the two of them disappeared directly, leaving the celestial soldiers who were fighting in the autumn wind in the chaos, staring at each other.
I would be covering my ears that day, and I couldn't hear a sound in my left ear; thinking of the panic when facing Yang Jian before, my body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
A fluke, a fluke.
"Daqiufeng hit a master, I'm really unlucky! Hey... come, let me report to the general!"
All the heavenly soldiers unevenly agreed to a "promise", and flew towards the thick clouds, looking for the drums, and went to their leader general to report the matter.
As for whether Yang Jian's reminder is effective, it depends on whether these heavenly soldiers and generals survive.
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