Chapter 661: 1 shot to defeat Kunpeng!

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The staggered figure walked all the way in the void.
Yang Jian only noticed at this time that the true primordial river flowing under this figure was very dim, with only a tiny stream of it.
Yang Jian has seen such a situation in the True Spirit Long River. When Yuan Shi Tianzun took him on the True Spirit Long River, the True Spirit Long River had been cut off several times. For example, the Taisu World was shrouded in darkness, and the True Spirit Long River was also caught. In the dark.
Such a situation will always occur when the flow is restored to'normal'.
It's just that this place seems to be the sudden disappearance of the true spirit on a large scale, not completely disappeared.
When Yang Jian looked back, he couldn't see the magnificent world at all; he turned his head and looked behind the staggering and slowly moving figure, but saw the endless darkness.
What does this represent?
Yang Jian didn't know, he could only wait for the person to come to him quietly, when everything had its own answers.
But the other party walked slower and slower, and staggered as he walked; he looked up and saw that Yang Jian's numb eyes saw Yang Jian, and his pace was slower.
The two seemed to be far away, but the other came step by step, and seemed to be under inexplicable pressure if they didn't take a step.
Without warning, a group of vague black shadows appeared around this person. This person suddenly broke out into trouble. The broken swords were constantly waving, and the black shadows were split apart, but there were more wounds on his body.
He was more embarrassed, but he walked more firmly.
Under his feet, there is a long river of true spirits that may dry up at any time. He seems to be watching something, waiting for something, and moving forward along the years.
The black shadow reappeared, this time more and stronger, trapped him for a long time, hit him several times and fell to the brink of collapse several times...
Yang Jian couldn't help but step forward, but he didn't know when there was an invisible barrier in front of him.
He can only watch, unable to interfere with what has already happened.
What I see now is perhaps just the broken mark left in the true primordial river...
Step by step.
More and more battles, more and more scars; and the opposite is the true primordial river that is getting stronger and stronger under his feet.
Yang Jian can only look at it from a distance, not knowing when he has forgotten to think, just watching quietly.
Finally, he walked up to Yang Jian.
It's like climbing a high mountain, with invisible corpses all underneath, but the true primordial river has changed from a stream to a small river, and it seems that there are a steady stream of true spirits flying out of the dark boundary and merging into it.
He climbed to the top, sat down very tired, and sat not far in front of Yang Jian. It seemed that as long as the two reached out their hands at the same time, they could touch each other with their fingertips.
‘Are you my past? ’
Yang Jian asked, but there was no voice.
The man sitting at the top is about to drain his blood, and his broken body is slowly falling apart.
He didn't answer, he just looked forward.
Following his gaze, Yang Jian turned his head and looked over. What he saw was the vastness of the real primordial river, and what he saw was the constant surging waves.
The man sitting on the corpse mountain smiled a little, and finally sighed slightly.
Behind him, another twisted black shadow emerged, coming towards him again; at this time, he just waved the knife shadow in his hand casually, and the black shadows behind him all fell apart.
‘It’s time for you to end. ’
He murmured softly, as if cursing something, it was these four words that appeared in Yang Jian's heart.
Without tone and emotion, what Yang Jian was inexplicable was just ‘know’. He was talking about these four words at the time.
The True Spirit Changhe suddenly trembled, and a drop of waves flew up and turned into a vague white shadow, flying to the side of the dying strong man.
She hugged him, as if feeling something quietly.
‘Go ahead, don’t be with me here. ’
'I need to. ’
‘But I can’t. ’
He suddenly stabbed the knife at Bai Ying, Bai Ying's body trembled slightly, still trying to hold him tightly, but the figure turned into white light and slowly disappeared.
A true spirit fell back into the river of true spirits, drifting with the flow, and gradually away.
With another light sigh, he slowly closed his eyes, the broken knife in his hand turned into ashes and fell, and his body was surging with a fiery red light. The light gradually became rich and turned into a mouthful of'volcano' that was unknown how big it was, lying in front of Yang Zhu .
It is the tomb of the saint.
Right above the ‘volcano’, a spiritual cloud slowly emerged, and then there was an endless spiritual cloud, covering the existence of the volcano.
That Lingyun should be his dream after a deep sleep.
Yang Jian looked at it quietly, feeling a little sore in his nose for some reason.
Along the way, I will always be alone.
A meteor flashed across the cloud, and Yang Jian's mind trembled, as if he felt the breath of the Great Master Xuandu.
And after this meteor, there was another faint light spot along the direction where the meteor was leaving, slowly drifting out of the range of Lingyun, chasing the meteor...
Those dark shadows reappeared, and they knocked down the volcano like venting their anger, and rushed towards his body sitting quietly on the corpse mountain.
In the spirit cloud, a starlight flickered unusually, and flew out like a meteor, penetrated through the barriers, and fell into the corpse he left behind.
Yang Jian seemed to remember the fear of the shadows, it was so ridiculous.
The lifeless corpse actually stood up again, leading down the endless spiritual cloud above the tomb of the saint, and the stars fell, turning into extremely dazzling armor, which was worn on his lifeless corpse.
He waved his weapon and swept countless black shadows into the starlight. It was another battle.
Yang Jian could only look beyond the barrier, watching the fight that should have been shocking, but colorless at this moment.
Yang Jian could only see his corpse, looking at the somewhat weak but still firm action...
Finally, all the shadows were scattered, and the corpse wrapped in starlight slowly knelt down on the taller and broader corpse mountain, leaning on a long sword that was picked up at an unknown time.
The stars said softly...
‘How can I let you chase down... She is in front, they are all in front. ’
The stars began to dissipate, and the body floated like ashes.
He raised his head and looked to the front, as if his eyes were facing Yang Jian, but he didn't say much.
The picture gradually dissipated, and a cyan light spot, like a grain of rice, flew slowly, fell on Yang Jian's chest, and slowly melted in.
‘Thanks a lot. ’
A strong but inexplicable emotion suddenly erupted in his body. Yang Jian couldn't tell what it was, and his legs softened and knelt down.
In the Lingtai, two illusory figures face each other.
One is Yang Jian, Yang Jian with red eyes at this time; the other is the figure with the beaten head, his eyes are filled with peace and endless nostalgia.
"Are you me?" Yang Jian asked.
He smiled and replied, ‘Is it important? ’
"It's very important. I want to know if I have ever existed or if I exist."
‘You already have the answer. ’
"Who is she? Who is she who you sent her on?"
‘Don’t look for her, too much care, there are too many things to guard, aren’t you tired? ’
"Not tired."
‘You still can’t change this hypocritical character. I’m just a broken mark and I can’t remember her appearance. ’
Yang Jian feels lost, a deep bitterness arose in his heart.
The figure walked slowly, walked in front of Yang Jian in two steps, turned into a long hair, slowly fell behind Yang Jian's ears, and disappeared.
At the same time, Yang Jian’s spiritual platform, profound entrance, blood vessels, bones, and eighty-one profound beads in his body burst out at the same time an incomparably ancient, profound, but ethereal Taoist rhyme that cannot be understood by the way of the world. !
Throughout the Chaos Sea, faint stars ignoring the universe, ignoring the years, appeared everywhere in Xuandu City, and gathered towards Yang Jian.
The vast array of Xuandu City blocked all visions, but within a short period of time, the city became a dazzling sea of ​​stars.
In Yang Jian's body, it seemed that a door that existed in nothingness was pushed open, and an inexplicable force that was incomparably pure and purer than the profound energy in his body was flowing.
Yang Jian's profound body suddenly strengthened, and the profound blood and profound bones burst out with dazzling colorful light, but after the colorful light, they turned into a vivid red.
The stars continue to converge, and Yang Jian's breath slowly rises...
At this time, it has been an unknown long since Yang Jian's enlightenment and retreat. The only one who stayed here was the 1,800 children of the Witch Clan.
An inexplicable emotion flowed with the starlight, and many children of the Wu clan stood up one after another.
Finally, the stars faded and the fog dissipated, leaving only Yang Jian kneeling beside the stone platform, looking up at the formation dome of Xuandu City.
Guihong.
In the end, he returned, but it was just a ray of remnant thoughts, a little bit of imprint.
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, didn't enlighten the way, didn't think much, just closed his eyes in a daze.
I really want to find that white shadow...
He vaguely understood his origin, but he didn't know how to face his origin.
I don't know how long ago, which should be older than the Taishi era, a strong man walked out of the darkness and fought fiercely all the way, seeming to be escorting the true spirit river all the way forward.
Finally, he fell, fell under the siege of those dark shadows, body transformed into the tomb of the saint, and released the spirit cloud.
But this should only be the last resort he left.
There is a universe in the spirit cloud. If Yang Jian expected it to be good, then that is where he came...
Xuan Du strayed into this spiritual cloud, and when he left, he brought out Yang Jian—it should be the incomplete true spirit of this strong man; because that spiritual cloud was originally nothingness, Xuan could bring it out, only that drifting in The true spirit of it.
That was Yang Jian who didn't know his past.
Then he lived another life in Honghuang, became a dying boy on the Tukang, and began the life he knew...
After an unknown period of time, the powerful enemy gathered again and attacked the saint’s tomb to thwart the strong man, but was killed by the strong man’s corpse and Lingyun.
Originally, if Wu Xuantu brought out the incomplete true spirit in that dream, this strong man would be completely extinguished with the final battle.
He has put together his own spiritual cloud, put together everything about himself...
The road to heaven is inexhaustible, and the mysterious journey of Xuandu is the first line of life for that strong man.
At the end of his return to Hongjing, Yang Jian went back to his original position, and accidentally inevitably attracted the True Spirit River. He let the river rush and took him upstream. Before going to the endless darkness, he saw the figure stumbled out of the darkness.
Who is the previous life?
Yang Jian didn't know, didn't know, and didn't want to explore, that was too long ago.
The previous life said not to look for her, but at the last moment of Dangguihong, when Yang Jian's true spirit was completely complete, he returned with a deep attachment to the white-clothed woman, deep reluctance, and endless debt.
How can I not find it?
Even if you find her reincarnation, kneel in front of her and cry...
boom!
Xuandu City was trembling suddenly, and drew the stupefied Yang Jian from the endless thoughts.
As soon as his thoughts came up, the situation in various parts of Xuantu City appeared in his eyes. He saw that the huge behemoth that covered the sky and covered the sun was constantly impacting the seventh major formation in Xuantu City.
Kunpeng!
Outside, there was a continuous fight, countless fierce beasts were besieged, and countless masters were attacking the great formation of Xuantu City, and every time that giant beast collided, Xuantu City would fall into a huge tremor.
The Black Spirit Lord and Kong Xuan kept attacking and killing the Kunpeng giant beasts, and they were also them, delaying the frequency of Kunpeng's impact on the big formation.
The Great Master Xuandu was sitting cross-legged on the eighth city wall, his face was pale, his chest was bloody, his breath was trembling and unstable, and there was still a clear Kunpeng breath remaining on his body.
"Kunpeng."
Yang Jian slowly took a breath, the tumbling emotion in his heart seemed to have found a catharsis.
The dragon spear was holding, dragged by Yang Jian, his figure soaring into the sky.
A powerful force ignores the barriers of two or three major formations, sweeping in all directions like a shock wave. The universe in all parts of Xuandu City almost completely collapsed in an instant, and the chains of various daos were broken one after another, exposing a layer. A deeper void!
"Success!"
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The masters who were constantly bombarding the big formation outside, the endless creatures fighting in the outskirts of the city, turned their heads to look at the city.
They didn't see much, they only felt that a dazzling ball of light appeared in Xuandu City. This ball of light appeared strangely in front of Kun Peng's extremely large body and collided fiercely.
The sky is shaking, chaos is boiling!
Kunpeng's huge body, which is even larger than the capital city, was beaten and flew out directly, abruptly smoothing out most of the battle, and the army of chaotic creatures who were fighting with the guarding puppets died and injured countless!
The light and shadow slowly dissipated...
First, the tied long hair fluttered without wind, then the slender figure wearing a long robe, the three-pointed two-bladed gun with the tip of the gun pointed diagonally, and the undulating chest.
The indifference of his eyes made many creatures frightened.
On the city wall, the Great Master Xuandu who was healing silently covered his forehead and sat there constantly lamenting.
And this sudden appearance, abruptly smashed the figure of Kunpeng, dragged the spear and slammed forward, and flew across the endless universe in a blink of an eye, and the spear hit Kunpeng's head.
This Kunpeng's figure shrank suddenly, and he avoided the gouge with the spear by such a method.
In the next instant, Kunpeng's huge body was fixed at a length of a thousand feet, and an unexpected scene appeared...
Kunpeng turned his head and fluttered his wings, as strong storms started, he tore through the void directly, and his body disappeared!
Not to mention others, Yang Jian was stunned, the demon master went so decisively that Yang Jian had no chance to pursue it.
At this point, he could only watch the direction of Kun Peng fleeing for a while, and finally let out a low growl, finally venting most of the worry in his heart.
Turning around, as far as Yang Jian's eyes were, there were full of figures fleeing.