Chapter 561: The Plague God returns, 2 Lang is not forgiving

　　 The moment before it was still calm, but the next moment it was killing intent!
Just at the corner of the city wall of Jiepaiguan, hundreds of soldiers leaned back and forth, and two figures stood opposite each other.
The old beggar's previously rickety figure slowly straightened up, his eyes were full of coldness, and a black air lingered around him.
"Come back... The treasure bag is back!"
Lu Chunyang chuckled lightly with the sword, and the two figures suddenly charged up, but it was Lu Chunyang who left first, and the old beggar followed closely behind!
The old man's face was full of hideousness, his eyes full of anger, "Return my treasure bag!"
Lu Chunyang didn't say a word, but flew into the sky quickly, and by the way, he left the boundary of the pass, and then suddenly turned around!
"Really I'm afraid you won't make it!"
The sword was unsheathed, and the dragon floated in the air, with a sword coming to the east, the cold light blooming on the edge of the sword, if it could cut the world and the earth!
The figure of this old beggar is fearless, raising his hand is a number of precious lights, a plague sword in his hand, cutting horizontally and vertically, two sword lights staggered forward!
Hum
Ding!
The sword intent intersects, and there is a crisp sound of sword rang between heaven and earth, and Lu Chunyang's sword penetrates through the interlaced sword light and slashes towards the beggar who is chasing behind.
The latter seemed to be shocked by Jian Guang, and quickly dodged to avoid him, but was also cut through his left shoulder by Jian Guang, causing the blood to sway in the air.
Lu Chunyang curled his lips, this Lu Yue's soul really didn't have much strength.
"How dare the unknown person deceive me!"
The old beggar, the body that Lu Yue Yuanshen placed on him, screamed at Lu Chunyang, and three ghost snakes appeared behind him, raising his hand to Lu Chunyang.
These three spirit snakes rose up against the wind, and in a blink of an eye they turned into giant pythons with a length of hundreds of feet.
"The skills are not strong," Lu Chunyang shook his head with a little regret, as if encountering such an enemy is too unpleasant, raising his hand is full of sword light.
The sword light flashed, and the giant python was hit head-on, the three thick and long bodies kept flashing, and the offensive continued to stagnate.
In Jiepaiguan, next to the bun stall.
The girl who handed the old buns to the old beggar just now sighed softly, sitting there quietly looking at the sky, holding a bun and small mouthfuls.
Perhaps it felt a little sticky, she raised her hand and rubbed gently at the base of her ears, and then peeled off a canvas on her face, revealing her original appearance.
Xiao Lan.
"This old guy has no conscience at all," Xiao Lan muttered, "Can such a person be on the list of gods? What will you do in the heaven in the future, do you harm the three thousand worlds?"
A few soldiers rushed to the side and knelt down to report.
"General, the whole city has been ordered not to take water from wells!"
"Well, go down, nothing else here."
"Yes!"
Xiao Lan continued to gnaw buns and watched the high-altitude fighting. She wanted to comment on the sword intent and sword tricks of this pure sun sword fairy, but when she reached her lips, she could only turn it into one sentence: "What a beautiful sword."
Of course, it's pretty awesome.
Lu Chunyang wields his sword like a pen, swaying it in the air, splashing ink, sometimes the sword is as steady as a mountain dumping, sometimes the sword's intent is continuous like autumn rain.
He seems to have been resisting the spirit snake released by Lu Yue, but in fact he locked Lu Yue with his sword intent. If Lu Yue dared to turn around, turn sideways, or stop the offensive to reveal the slightest flaw, the sword in Lu Chunyang's hand will violently Trouble!
Lu Yue, who played against Lu Chunyang, knew this point best.
Lu Yue's eyes were staring, and some godless pupils reflected the figure of this unrestrained and carefree sword fairy, and a thick flame suddenly ignited.
Damn it!
All to die!
Anything that hinders me will die!
"what--"
The old beggar let out a roar, and his body exploded to pieces, revealing a big seal.
A touch of phantom sitting cross-legged on the big seal, it is Lu Yue's soul...No, it can only be said that the majority of souls!
The left leg, left hand, and the small half of the torso disappeared, as if being cut off by a sharp blade, but I didn't know what method was used to survive, and it looked terrifying.
Seeing this, Xiao Lan suddenly got up, the bun in her hand was almost crushed, and Lu Chunyang frowned...
Are they missing? The guy who wreaked havoc in the Zhou Kingdom was not Lu Yue's helper, but the other half soul of Lu Yue?
If this is the case, I don’t know if the Heavenly Soldier and General Li Jing can cope...
"Return my belt!"
A quasi-holy layer's primordial power gushed out, and this Bao Yin brought a few spirit treasures to Lu Chunyang.
The spirit python roared and turned into one or three poisonous pythons, and whizzed towards Lu Chunyang.
"Huh! It's just a soul, it can make you unsuccessful!"
Lu Chunyang let out angrily, the long sword was erected in front of his face, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky; the sword fingers with his left hand pressed against the hilt, slowly rising, the fairy sword suddenly burst into light.
If the peacock opens the screen, hundreds of sword shadows appear behind Lu Chunyang in a blink of an eye, forming a semicircular sword formation.
In the next moment, the sword light flashed, the world was full of sword marks, and the universe within a thousand miles was constantly turbulent!
Seeing Lu Chunyang's great power to stop Lu Yue again, Xiao Lan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Yes, this sword fairy."
Just now!
Huh-
A ball of fire came from the east, as if to ignite the world and the earth!
In the flames, the shadow of the divine phoenix was mixed with monstrous anger. Lu Chunyang couldn't accept the move in time, and the divine phoenix turned into Yang Jian, but the speed was not full, and he broke into the sky full of sword shadows.
The three-pointed two-edged spear was out of its sheath, and Yang Jian's movement of raising the spear left a trail of shadows. The face that was still calm even when facing the Zhuxian Sword Formation was full of anger at this time.
"Lu Yue!"
"Yang!"
call out! boom!
The shadow of the gun fell, without hesitation or hesitation.
Lu Yue's primordial spirit retracted directly into the treasure seal, his face full of resentment and resentment.
Yang Jian's figure seemed to pass by Bao Yin, and the several Plague Poison spirit treasures floating around Bao Yin's body appeared cracks at the same time.
Yang Jian turned around abruptly, from extreme speed to extreme silence, making Xiao Lan feel choked up while watching the game.
The spear revolved, and the tip of the spear drew a nearly perfect arc, reaching the Bao Yin.
A cobweb-like crack appeared in this treasure seal, and it was exploded in a ‘ping’, and the illusory soul of the soul was exposed.
Lu Yue received the sword, watched this scene not far away, and sighed slightly.
This guy is carrying too much now.
Yang Jian let out a roar and stabs the spear directly through Lu Yue’s Yuanshen; the profound gang surging, surrounded by profound energy, one after another, the profound gangs penetrated into the Lu Yue Yuanshen, but the profound energy wrapped Lu Yue’s Yuanshen from the outside, stably Protect.
At this time, Lu Yue's face was calmer, he said nothing, just sneered at Yang Jian.
What can you do with me?
There is a name on the list of conferred gods, you can't destroy my soul; today I am defeated in your hands, and tomorrow I enter the heavenly court, I can still live freely.
Yang Jian also didn't say much, twisting the spear, Xuan Gang turned into a thousand sharp blades to explode inside Lu Yue Yuanshen, piercing the profound energy.
The pain of splitting the soul like this is a thousand times, ten thousand times more than the pain of the body!
Lu Yue let out a miserable howl, but the howling stopped abruptly in the middle of the howling, his soul collapsed...
A gleam of golden light came from the west and swept away a piece of Lu Yue's soul; Yang Jian didn't take much care, nodded to Lu Chunyang lightly, folded and rushed towards the territory of Zhou.
Thousands of miles away, outside the Zhoudu city.
The sky full of soldiers will make up a hundred-mile-diameter circular formation, firmly blocking a figure rushing from left to right.
Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers began to slowly advance toward the formation, constantly narrowing the range of the opponent's chaotic rotation; while directly above the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals formation, Li Jing stood there with the Linglong pagoda, his eyes full of admiration.
Such a big formation, Guo Feihua will be comparable.
If one day he can command such soldiers and horses, that is the realm of soldiers.
After a short while, Yang Jian rushed to this place and rushed directly into the heavenly soldiers.
With just a shot, Yang Jian cut the fat body into pieces, exposing the small headless body.
Following the same method, Xuan Gang split Lu Yue's little half soul, and this little half soul could not howl miserably, but this scene still made all the heavenly soldiers and generals awe-inspiring.
Erlang, the true prince has become popular, he is also ruthless.
Another golden light came from Qishan and swept away a small piece of the soul. At this time, Yang Jian felt that Lu Yue's soul had already entered the list of conferred gods.
If you are in the mood to understand what the two small pieces of Yuanshen are at this time, perhaps Yang Jian has a deeper understanding of the Yuanshen Tao, but he is obviously not in this mood...
The wind blew, the world was silent, only Yang Jian stood in the big pit on the ground, silent.
I do not know how long it has been.
"All the heavenly soldiers listened to the order, Lu Yue has been removed, you can return to the heavenly court...thank you."
"You are really kind."
"I am waiting to protect the town of Zhou Kingdom until the end of the tribulation, so that the true monarch will be relieved of worries."
Yang Jian nodded, his figure flew slowly in the clouds, as if he had restored his usual calm.
"The prime minister," Li Jing dropped his cloud head to greet him, and bowed his hand to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian reluctantly smiled, and said, "I called you here because of the poisonous fog. Now that's the end, the North Road army cannot be without a commander. Go back to the North after visiting your home in the city."
"Thank you, the prime minister," Li Jingyixi, when he was outside Zhoudu City, why should he go back to see the Yin Clan, Yang Jian was quite friendly and did not drive him away.
Yang Jian waved his hand and drove the clouds to Qishan not far away.
Conferred gods and conferred gods are not only good gods, but also evil gods. The plague Lu Yue is one of them.
The heavens and the earth move, and the three realms are permanent. It is not enough to rely on the gods who sing praises all over the sky. People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and there are floods in the world~EbookFREE.me~ These all need evil gods to preside.
In fact, there is no difference between good and evil in gods. Good and evil are the perception of the human race itself.
The most ideal heavenly righteous is to perform the duties of their respective gods. The lower the personal emotion, the better.
Yang Jian understands that these principles have long been understood, and as the conferring of gods continues, his understanding of these principles has become more and more profound.
can……
why……
He just wants to use the authority at hand to engage in this plague god?
The Conferred God Platform was in sight, and Bai Jian was already outside to greet him, bowing to Yang Jian on one knee, and respectfully asking Yang Jian to enter the mansion of the gods.
At this time, the mansion of the gods is already full of figures.
In the mansion of the gods, Yang Jian appeared, and the gods who were divided into two groups of interpretation and interception stood up at the same time, and a wave of joy greeted him, and a wave of disgusted eyes at Yang Jian, still full of hostility.
"Where is Lu Yue?"
Yang Jian's voice was cold, and it made people feel a little chilly.
Bai Jian was a little bit hesitant to speak, but seeing the anger surging under Yang Jian's calm face, he could only whisper.
"I have been suppressed in the prison."
"take me to."
"Yes, true monarch, can't kill..."
"I have a sense of these."
"Yes."
Bai Jian bowed his head and responded with a sigh, Yang Jian led the way.