Chapter 353: Brothers and sisters

There are fishes in the North Sea. Their name is Kun. Kun is so big that it can’t fit in a pot...
Yang Jian's flying bird smiled, but he thought of some jokes from his previous life.
He had already entered the dark lair, and was flying fast against the bottom, avoiding the place of powerful battle, searching for the location of Lu Chunyang.
After entering this small world, Yang Jian first saw this lair, and he thought of the word'Kunpeng'.
Kunpeng had too many enemies in Central China, and he committed endless killings, so he disappeared after the War of the Ancients. Some people say that Kunpeng is dead, and some people say that he escaped into the chaotic clock and pursued the whereabouts of the chaotic clock's treasure, so he never showed up.
But never thought, I saw Kunpeng's lair here.
"Then Kunpeng is here now, right?"
Yang Jian hesitated in his heart, and now decided to leave as long as he found Lu Chunyang to save him, and would never mix up here.
Although Yang Jian hadn't seen Kunpeng's tyranny with his own eyes, he had already been like thunder.
The ancient demon master is far from the enemy at this time.
Flying to the battlefield of several Daluo Jinxian, there is a dark place where there is a colorful glow, and there seems to be a treasure to be born.
‘It’s better to catch someone and ask. ’
Yang Jian approached that place secretly, and the transformed grayfinch could almost melt in this nest.
As it approached, the five Daluo Jinxian, four men and one woman, all fought separately, and they all had their spare energy, all of which set their sights on the radiant place.
Yang Jian didn't want to delay too much time, he secretly clicked a finger, and under the cover of that precious light, a mysterious gang blasted on the most dense part of the precious light.
Just listen to the boom, the colorful light is bright!
"Coming out!"
"Who dares to fight with me?"
"Friends of Taoism, if I can obtain the Kunpeng secret method, I should give it with a spirit treasure! Please give in!"
With a few shouts, the five people shot at the same time and rushed to the place where the precious light shone.
When Yang Jian heard everyone's words, he smiled bitterly, and said something offended in secret, and the figure leaned towards the woman.
It wasn't that Yang Jian took the opportunity to do something, it was the woman who had the weakest cultivation base, and was similar to He Mudan. She barely reached the realm of Da Luo, and her own way was not perfect.
At this time, except for the five people staring at the place where the precious light shines, they all put their divine consciousness on their bodies. How can they care about them diagonally behind?
What's more, Yang Jian's profound energy and the Seventy-two Changes are the most adept at sneak attacks. If it hadn't been known in advance that Yang Jian was here and in his heart, or Yang Jian was directly attacking directly, he would never detect it.
A five-person melee is about to break out!
At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly appeared, pressing forward with a big hand, and the woman in neon clothes turned her head in surprise, and Yang Jian directly grabbed the vital part of her neck.
Xuan Gang penetrated into the woman's body, and Yang Jian left a certain measure and didn't kill him, but directly banned the woman's soul.
How could her half-slapped big Luo Jin body stop the sharpness of Xuan Gang? Only in the blink of an eye, a small sword had reached the place where Lingtai Yuanshen was sitting cross-legged.
"Follow me."
Yang Jian said indifferently, his face hidden in a cloud of mist, clutching the figure of the woman and retreating violently. Before the other four people had made any response, they had used the method of change and disappeared without a trace.
The secret path of the four people was not good, and just as they were about to retreat from here, waves of fluctuations suddenly spread from the place where the precious light was shining.
The treasure is really out!
The four of them immediately forgot the threats they had just made, and robbed them desperately. Within thousands of miles, there were more than a dozen figures rushing towards this place, all of them aggressively.
Yang Jian is here to save people, and he has nothing to do with him.
After a short while, Yang Jian held the woman on the edge of this lair, without showing her face, and directly tortured her soul.
That woman is also a pampered person in this vast world on weekdays. She has great power to attach to. It is not a hard bone. She said everything about this place in a few words.
Almost at the same time, in a corner of this small world, after the war, it was devastated.
In the depths of the rift carved out by magical powers, two figures were leaning against each other, covered in blood.
The two of them were all dressed in white clothes. The difference was that the man on the left had an extra scabbard on his back and was carrying a sword; the man on the right was holding a tattered folding fan.
They were all seriously injured, but within a hundred miles of the two, there were no fewer than ten bodies.
The rhyme of a few corpses has not yet dissipated, and all of them are great magical powers.
The result of this battle is also brilliant; but the white-clothed man holding the folding fan still babbled endlessly: "Why are you so upright, no wonder you were reincarnated by the Jade Emperor! When those people heard that this is Kunpeng Dongfu, they have Kunpeng magical powers. Inheritance, one by one is crazy! Who will listen to your advice!"
"Hey," the white-clothed man holding a long sword chuckled, "If you survive a catastrophe, you will have a blessing. It's better to heal your wounds and restore your cultivation, and leave this place quickly."
"I've really been harmed by you. Alas, I lost my apprentice and ruined my baby. I knew it was so, and Yang Jian was not here, so we shouldn't come here to join in the fun."
The two of them are really not others. The one on the left is not Lu Chunyang, whom Yang Jian is looking for, who is it?
And the appearance of the person on the right, Yang Jian had seen before, was the guy who lifted thousands of coffins in the gloomy stream under the mysterious ice of the North Sea.
The ancient demon saint, Bai Ze.
"Say," Lu Chunyang reluctantly sat up with a long sword, panting heavily.
The vitality in this small world is isolated. After they are injured, they can only slowly recover with the power of the fairy body, unable to absorb the surrounding vitality. Not only that, but their use of supernatural powers is also greatly reduced, and the treasure is even more important.
This place is really not friendly to Yuanshen Taoist monks.
"Say what?"
Lu Chunyang gasped, "If Yang Jian suddenly appeared in front of us, what would he say?"
Bai Ze lay comfortably in a pool of blood, smiling, "I might cry and shout, Grandpa Bai Ze! Brother Chunyang! Don't die..."
"Go and go, and you'll take advantage of me by wiping around!"
"Hahahaha!" Bai Ze raised his head and laughed, just smiling, and suddenly felt a flower in front of him, as if there was an extra figure.
Subconsciously, Bai Ze was about to get up and flee, but the visitor gave a sneer and turned to the side.
"Brother Lu, how are you doing?"
"Yang, Yang Jian? Why are you here?"
"Take these pills first, I'll help you heal your wounds," Yang Jian raised his hand to Lu Chunyang's shoulder, and after a little bit of profound energy, the terrible wounds all over Lu Chunyang quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Only then did Lu Chunyang come back to his senses, and said with joy, "It's really you! Hahaha! I'm going to die! I won't die!"
Bai Ze swallowed, "Hey, kid! Here! Dan!"
"Humph," Yang Jian snorted and gave him a bottle of pill. Bai Ze smiled awkwardly, and quickly poured his head up and poured the pill.
Shicai fought for several days and nights, fighting from the outside to the inside. The pills and treasures on their bodies were all consumed, and even their spiritual roots were gnawed away.
Even though Yang Jian knew what was going on here from the girl, he couldn't help but asked them again, and the answers he got were almost the same.
A month ago, because He Mudan mentioned marriage again, Lu Chunyang hid from Yang Jian, but was told that Yang Jian was practicing in retreat.
Lu Chunyang was also embarrassed to stay in Meishan, so he left with a sense of faintness, and went to Three Thousand Worlds for a leisurely stroll.
Coincidentally, I met Bai Ze; and Bai Ze was also looking for a helper at this time, but used the technique of divination to find a treasure that was about to be born.
The two hit it off and came to search in this vast world.
This search doesn't matter, I really found this small world ‘embedded’ in the earth. It's just that the formation method that banned this place was a hundred times more powerful than it was at this time. The two of them tried for half a month and failed to break into this place, but because of the excessive movement, they alarmed the monks in this vast world.
At the moment, there was a chaotic war surrounding this place, and within a few days, hundreds of Luo and two powerful men fell.
There was a great power and a cruel heart, pouring this little world with the blood of thousands of creatures, and finally let the power of the formation that guarded this little world weakened by more than half, and Da Luo Jinxian could barely break in.
But how can Lu Chunyang, who is upright, tolerate this matter?
He couldn't help jumping out of the dark, and started a battle with the mighty side who performed the blood sacrifice.
No, for a few days of battle, the great power connected to his subordinates, they were all beaten by Bai Ze and Lu Chunyang, and the two of them were almost dead here as well.
The reason why he couldn't find Lu Chunyang's breath was because he was cut off by this big formation, and the battle in the big formation was chaotic.
This kind of battle, on the other hand, was a blessing to the rest of the forces. Those dozens of people rushed into the Kunpeng Cave Mansion, and they had already harvested many treasures in the past few days.
"Boy, go there and kick it! Don't worry about us!" Bai Ze shouted, "This is really Kunpeng's nest! Maybe there is something in it!"
Yang Jian asked angrily: "Is Kunpeng dead?"
"Naturally not dead... Oh, even if this old bone of mine is dead, that old thing can't die."
"That's it," Yang Jian said coldly, "If he is not dead, how can he leave the treasures here? Kun Peng is famous for his small-mindedness and must report, how can he be willing to put so many treasures at home?"
Bai Ze was stunned for a moment: "This... also right..."
Yang Jian said again: "Hurry up and heal your injuries, and we will leave here when you stabilize a little bit. There must be something strange here, maybe it is the killing game set by Kunpeng himself."
Bai Ze was stunned again, pinching his fingers to guess ~EbookFREE.me~ frowned.
What else did he say, Yang Jian suddenly frowned and muttered: "Why did they come in?" As he said that, he released a mysterious energy and attracted the two figures that were about to pass in the air.
"Pure Yang!"
With a cry, if Nightingale cried blood, Lu Chunyang immediately trembled three times. Before he could do anything, a fragrant shadow plunged into his arms, and a stream of pure vitality poured into his wounds.
"Master, you, why are you here?"
"How are you? Don't scare me! Why do you end up in such a bleak place?"
Lu Chunyang turned his head and stared at Yang Jian. Yang Jian smiled helplessly, and turned around to heal Bai Ze.
Ao Xinke stood to Yang Jian's side, quietly guarding the surroundings.
Bai Ze looked at Yang Jian, then at Ao Xinke, and then at this world of vitality isolated, his eyes flickering.
"Boy, this big opportunity lies in front of you, do you really not accept it?"