Chapter 747: A desperate fight, put it to death!

Master...Kunpeng...
how come……
Yang Jian's right hand could hardly hold the Killing Spear, and the broken limbs were unable to give birth due to the silence of the body, so he could only be held by the earth and quickly moved away from the place.
When Houtu stretched its own avenue, it was almost out of the bounds of the golden light.
The golden envoy Ge Li, who was blocked by the Kunpeng behemoth's figure, continued to roar, and the dense fist shadows blasted on the Kunpeng's shadow, and the Kunpeng's shadow was almost scattered...
"Go away!"
"Humph," Kunpeng's Shadow just let out a cold snort, the orb on top of his head slowly fell into his body, and that vast mana was still pouring out continuously.
This was the accumulation of Kunpeng's countless years, and it was Kunpeng's reliance on becoming a sage, but at this time, it all came out without reservation, blocking the pursuit of a sage of the flesh and body.
"Asshole!"
Houtu took Yang Jian to fly out of the golden light, and immediately performed the escape method.
Gold made Gree screaming like crazy, but he was blocked by the body of that giant beast, and he couldn't move forward under the pressure of that vast mana.
As long as Yang Jian returns to Honghuang...
Houtu's hands trembled suddenly, and he hesitated slightly.
If they escaped back to the prehistoric land, wouldn't they bring such a powerful enemy into the prehistoric land? With just a short time to fight, Hou Tu knows how difficult it is for this golden lord to cope with it.
At most, he can only be trapped, and he will inevitably pay a heavy price.
Houtu immediately made a decision, and at the moment he rushed out of the golden light-filled ground, he directly used his escape method toward the depths of the Chaos Sea.
With blurred vision, the huge body of Kunpeng's Shadow shrank extremely quickly, but Yang Jian seemed to be severely grasped by someone, tearing open a gap.
"Damn! Damn! I tore you to pieces!"
The golden ambassador Ge Li was mad, and the shadow of Kunpeng was still just a few muffled hums. Although the body became more and more loose, it was still madly conveying mana!
A streamer flashed across the Chaos Sea quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jian suddenly shouted: "Don't leave my master!"
Houtu whispered: "That's Kunpeng."
Kunpeng... Demon Master Kunpeng...
The master is actually Kunpeng, or that the master is the real Kunpeng, who was beheaded by himself in the first place, but it was Kunpeng's decayed remains?
The cave house in Kunpeng's body was actually the place where Master once lived...
absurd!
How could Master be Kunpeng! How could the master be the demon master Kunpeng! Obviously!
In the stream of light, Yang Jian lay in Houtu's arms, his eyes were red, but he forcibly resisted the tears.
Scenes emerge from the bottom of my heart, practicing in Yuquan Mountain, listening to the less stern master telling the story, talking about the world, and telling various truths and principles.
Hou Tu kept trying to heal Yang Jian. At this time, they had already escaped some distance, but they didn't need to worry too much.
Who can understand the suffering in Yang Jian's heart at this time?
Hou Tu couldn't, but Hou Tu knew that he was about to collapse at this time; the fierce beast that Zeng Wanli was chasing was actually his closest and most dependent teacher, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.
"Master..."
During the flight, Yang Jian seemed to suddenly return to his senses, his neck tried to sit up, but his badly injured body had run out of strength.
"He is not worthy to be your master," Hou Tu's words were a bit gentle and a bit distressed.
"That's my master!" Yang Jian resisted Houtu's embrace with his right hand, "Let go of me... let me go! Ah... let go!"
A wave of blood gushed out of Yang Jian's body, but it was the slaughter spear that kept flashing light, and instantly cut off the rhyme of Taoism that Hou Tu had extended.
The escape method was interrupted, and the two of them appeared in a vast chaotic sea, and they did not know how far they flew.
There was no confusion in Yang Jian's eyes, only anxious, "You can't throw Master there alone, I want to go back, send me back quickly!"
"Yang Jian!" Houtu held Yang Jian's shoulders with both hands and looked at Yang Jian, who was almost losing his mind. He could only use his magical powers, and blasted spring thunder in Yang Jian's ears with a low drink.
"Don't forget, you have to live and protect the wilderness!"
Yang Jian was stunned by the shock, but then he still looked at Houtu and said with a trembling: "You let me watch Master go to death? I use such righteousness to make a living? Niang, then I would rather die there!"
Hou Tu cursed silently: "He willingly! This is his atonement! If you go back, you will just let him die in vain! This is not when you are stubborn!"
Slowly, Yang Jian was holding the slaughter spear, blood filled his body, his left foot was trembling constantly, but he slowly stood up.
Looking at Houtu, he suddenly showed a bitter smile, and said in a low voice: "Niangniang, I am a disciple of Kunpeng, and I am not qualified to take up the responsibility of guarding the prehistoric land. Please take me back now and immediately return to the predominant land. If... if I can take care of my mother and sister in the future, it won't be worth getting to know you and me."
"Yang Jian! How can you say such a thing?" Houtu said softly, "You are you, and you are also concealed by the demon master. Even if he is very good to you, he may be able to calculate it. That is. Kunpeng is not the master in your heart."
Yang Jian pursed his somewhat pale lips and looked at Houtu, "Please bring me back to the land, and I will return to the land immediately."
"I will never let you go back and die!"
"sister……"
"I definitely won't! You, are you calling me?" Houtu's voice trembled slightly.
"I wanted to call you like this a long time ago. It's just that you are a great virtue, I'm just a disciple of the Taoist school, and I can't say it." Yang Jian's eyes were peaceful, "In that case..."
Without warning, Yang Jian's right hand suddenly reversed the slaughter gun, raised his hand, and the tip of the gun directly pierced the heart of the profound body.
At that moment, the profound gang dissipated, the profound energy was exhausted, and the golden pattern disappeared!
The consummate state of mind of Houtu Saint Human Dao suddenly shattered, watching Yang Jian's slaughter shot through his chest, his heart buzzed completely blank.
"What stupid you are! I will send you back! What stupid are you!"
"I'm going to save Master, I don't care who he is, that's my Master! I must fight this time..."
Yang Jian was a little laborious to speak, his apple trembling, and he looked at the woman who was crying for herself, "Don’t worry, my mother, I’m not going to commit suicide. I have a magical power that I have only used once, but I don’t know how to force myself in this way. It's almost certain to show it again."
Only the remaining legs lost their strength, Yang Jian fell on one knee, and his right hand suddenly pulled out the slaughter spear inserted in his heart.
Just as Houtu was about to pounce on him to heal his injuries, he was stopped by the slaughter spear and mysterious turtle belt thrown by Yang Jian.
Yang Jian took a sharp breath, and a deep sense of exhaustion appeared in his heart, but he bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself not to fall asleep.
Divine consciousness is quickly dissipating, and he, who has been seriously injured, has broken his heart, only one step away from dying...
live! Must live!
He wants to live, to save Master, he wants to live to help Honghuang survive the disaster!
Xiaochan...mother...Xinke...Laner...
If they can't survive this barrier, who will they rely on to protect them?
This body has been broken, but this heart is not dead; when it is on the verge of desperation, the fire of miraculous life can be ignited!
On Yang Jian's chest, a colorful feather flickered lightly, a ball of flames beating in his heart, suddenly covering Yang Jian's whole body.
Abandon everything and reshape everything.
Visible annihilation, recreate the real body!
Phoenix Nirvana?
No, this is not just the nirvana technique of the Feng Clan, it is the magical power that Yang Jian realized in the sixth stage of profound art!
War heart is not dead, rebirth!
If such magical powers were displayed in front of the golden envoy Ge Li, it would be the result of ten deaths and deaths. The other party would not be so stupid as to give Yang Jian a chance to Nirvana, and would directly smash Yang Jian to the point where there is no scum left.
But at this time, Yang Jian felt fierce in his heart and cut himself off, giving up his life!
Even the moment when Yang Jian pierced his heart with the Slaughter Spear, he was not sure whether he could survive, or whether he really had the will to die in his heart.
Hou Tu was holding the God Slaughter Spear and the Black Tortoise Belt, and at this moment he felt tired all over.
She naturally knew the great technique of Nirvana. This was the unspoken secret of the Feng Clan who used less to fight with more, but she had never thought that Yang Jian would have such a great technique.
Even more unexpectedly, Yang Jian would choose to self-destruct to display such magical powers.
Nirvana is not without risks. This process is completely uncontrollable. In ancient times, the Feng Clan would not choose Nirvana to rebirth unless it was forced into desperation.
Yang Jian’s figure has disappeared, leaving only a beautiful flame that is more than three feet high. Within the flame, several avenues are constantly entangled; outside the flame, thirty-six Dinghai God beads flew out of the flame and surrounded The flame was spinning rapidly, and a small gourd was suspended above the flame, seeming to be tempered by the flame.
The profound yellow is immortal, condenses the true and condenses the spirit, the great path carried by this profound art;
The golden body is invincible, everything is not bad, this undefeated golden body tactic carries the great road;
Moisturizing everything, but also overturning, this is the avenue carried by Dinghai Shenzhu;
In addition to these three, there is also a faint, obscure, but faint avenue that seems to be in the center of the flame~EbookFREE.me~...
If it were not for Hou Tu's successful de saint, it would be difficult to capture the existence of this avenue.
There seems to be the rhyme of the Tao of reincarnation, but it is even more above the profound meaning of the six reincarnations that Hou Tu has comprehended; but after a little more insight, there is a faint sign of disintegration in Hou Tu's own avenue, so he immediately stopped to observe.
At this time, a figure slowly condensed in the flames, and suddenly closed with the flames, Yang Jian stood there quietly with his eyes closed.
In the body, blood is full, profound energy and profound gang are madly breeding, eighty-one profound beads are perfect and flawless, the profound bones are crystal clear everywhere, and there are no flaws in the body!
Thirty-six Dinghai God Orbs entered the body at the same time, and merged into the Profound Orb again.
All over the body, golden runes gradually filled up, and then quietly faded.
The Slaughter Spear shook slightly, flew out of Houtu's hand, flew to Yang Jian's side, and Yang Jian raised his hand to hold it.
In the mysterious turtle belt, the little eagle flew out on its own and landed on Yang Jian's shoulder, narrowing a pair of eagle eyes comfortably.
The breath rose slowly, Yang Jian's eyes and forehead vertical eyes opened at the same time, and his three eyes flashed with divine light at the same time, and an extremely fierce momentum rose up!
Left arm, left hand, no more scars!
"I'm back," Yang Jian murmured, then put on a robe for himself, and immediately looked at Hou Tu with a bit of urgency in his eyes, "Niang Niang..."
"Well," Houtu replied, "As you said, it should be too late to go back."
With a few crisp sounds of joints, Yang Jian clenched his fists, his loose long hair on its own, the small gourd returned to its place on its own, and the slaughter spear entered his right hand.
It is different from the uncontrollable period of weakness after the Phoenix Clan’s Nirvana.
Yang Jian is in full swing at this time!
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