Chapter 862: 2 Lang wants to be crazy, the sky crosses the dream

? More than a dozen avenues of saints suddenly climbed into the sea of ​​chaos, and the entire chaos sea was shaking. How could the monks of the primordial monks be unable to sense it?
This is exactly when Yang Jian was fighting with the ninth strongest Xu Mo, Yang Jian, who had a large power gap with Xu Mo. The moment when these saints appeared, he had not sensed where these saints appeared, and his heart was fierce. The ground is tight.
Sure enough, the ninth strongest still has a back player!
Xu Mo's face showed a faint smile, with a little expectation in his eyes, and deliberately repelled Yang Jian instead of attacking, admiring Yang Jian's gaze and expression at this time.
The urgency in Yang Jian's heart will naturally not be written on his face. Looking at the Xeon right in front of him, this existence that has made him worry and miss for a long time is really so difficult to deal with.
The sense of powerlessness made Yang Jian a little angry.
He desperately wants to go to the Black Spirit Country to support him. His mother is there, Fengwu and Xiao Lan are there, but if Yang Jian leaves this place, the prehistoric war will be completely out of balance, and Xu Mo and his men can destroy the sages kill.
The power in the opponent's hand is much higher than Honghuang...
Whether it is the "eliminated" who was born from death and was summoned by the strongest in front of him, or a large army under Tai Su Shixu Mo who suddenly appeared and rushed to the Black Spirit Nation, it is a predecessor. Unexpected catastrophe.
The two are one, inside and outside, and even the strategy of drawing a salary from the bottom of Yang Jianxing, plus the existence of the ninth strongest, the unmatched existence of the saints...
Is there any reason for the unquenchable?
These thoughts quickly passed through Yang Jian's heart, but made Yang Jian clenched the spear, and made a decision in his heart.
war.
You can only fight here, fight for your life with Xu Mo!
If he leaves, he will regret it for life;
If he doesn't go, he will also be caught up in self-crimination for the rest of his life, but if the man has done something or not, there is still a glimmer of hope for him to stay here...
Kill the strongest!
"How do you break this game?"
Xu Mo looked at Yang Jian with a smile, and had to say a few more words, but Yang Jian had already raised his gun and rushed forward, his mouth screamed, and the chaotic sea around him instantly boiled.
Stack force!
Yang Jian's figure overlapped in a very short period of time, his forehead and eyes locked on Xu Mo's figure, and he continued his fierce attack without fear of death.
"The trapped beast is still fighting, but you don't need to hurt you too much," Xu Mo said indifferently, his figure drifting back, relying on Yang Jian's somewhat elusive migratory powers, only to fight with Yang Jian.
Probably, Xu Mo felt that it would take too much energy to kill Yang Jian, so he just left Yang Jian here, waiting for the net that was thrown out to tighten.
In order to destroy the great famine, Xumo corrected the mistakes he made for a moment, and he had already deduced countless times in detail what would happen and what variables would occur at every step.
It's just that the word "Pan Chuan Ren" in his deduction was replaced by the word "Yang Jian".
Then he brought in countless resentful spirits of the prehistoric monks, resurrected with supreme magical powers, and formed such an army, but secretly hid his true army under Yang Jian's eyelids.
Even if Yang Jian carefully examined the corpses stored for countless years in the Baishan Taiji Tomb at that time, Yang Jian's overall calculations of emptiness would be seen through by Yang Jian in advance.
This plan may seem simple, but in fact it needs a lot of arrangements.
For example, the second Dao saint killed by Yang Jian back then, the old man who led his troops to hide in the Chaos Spirit Kingdom, was actually a chess piece in Xu Mo's hands.
Take it out and kill Yang Jian, diverting Yang Jian’s attention, making Yang Jian believe that the old part of the Ninth Xeon was actually hidden in the depths of the Chaos Sea...
Step by step to today, Xu Mo advanced the time of exit several times, in order to prevent Yang Jian from becoming the strongest in this variable, he directly initiated this world to kill.
It should be said that the Ninth Xeon has set up a comprehensive calculation from the very beginning, no matter how the sages struggle, they will be slowly strangled by the big net he throws out.
The strongest person who can be possessed to do these planning arrangements is really far more terrifying than the strongest person who is conceited and whose supernatural powers surpass others...
Within the prehistoric land, the faces of several saints are also quite ugly.
Xu Mo actually hid more than a dozen Dao Saints, and these Dao Saints brought millions of tyrannical monks to the Black Spirit Kingdom and slaughtered them. How should they respond?
At this time, the war of saints is in full swing, and Tianyan Daozi and Jade Ding, who are mainly guarded, can no longer perform miraculous effects...
Perhaps the Xeons did not bother to use Yang Jian's family to threaten Yang Jian, but when the Black Spirit Nation suffered, Yang Jian's Dao heart would be flawed, and the hope of victory was even slimmer.
And this army has killed all the way to the predecessor, and the predecessor is the enemy from both sides. Whether it is from the quasi-sages, the masters of the Da Luo level, or the number of sages, they will fall into a complete disadvantage, and being destroyed seems to have settled.
A little painful expression crossed Tianyan Daozi's eyes, and the chaotic bell rang more and more urgently.
The face of Yuding's real person was also a bit deserted. Although the movements were still chic and elegant, the offensive in his hands became stronger.
For the other great saints, Sanqing has gone all out, and the introduction is even more dangerous...
So far, the war has really been a twists and turns.
However, Honghuang finally relied on Yang Jian's ability to fight with the ninth strongest to win the battle. Because the opponent showed up, he was going to fall into a disadvantage.
Is it really over?
Really irreparable?
Can the Xeon really be defeated?
Honghuang today... Is it inevitable that it will be destroyed after all?
From the saint to the monk in the prehistoric camp, Dao Heart is covered with a haze.
But knowing that there is not much chance of winning, he still refuses to lower his head to the butcher knife that he wields; living beings live for life, this is the most fundamental aspiration of all spirits.
Although thousands of cultivators have morality, they still maintain their previous offensive with all their blood at this moment.
The stalemate of the battle, the Hei Ling Nation, who doesn't know what the situation is, the fighting methods of Yang Jian and the strongest have affected the minds of countless monks.
Outside the sky, the two figures almost completely ignored the principles of the universe, and the figure that caused them to fight at the same instant appeared thousands of places.
Regardless of this, Yang Jian attacked more and more fiercely. With the anger in his heart and the sharp spear in his hand, he gradually became equal to Xu Mo and was able to use his own offensive to restrict Xu Mo's actions to a certain extent.
For Yang Jian at this time, he had already played 13% of his skills.
Not enough, not enough...
Yang Jian wanted to kill the Ninth Xeon, and he had to have at least the same strength as the Ninth Xeon without any surprises.
The hateful sanctification is not the eight or nine profound arts!
I hate myself for not being able to comprehend the other magical powers of my previous life except for the strength!
Yang Jian roared, his eyes gradually turned blood red, and the long hair bound by the little jade gourd was constantly dancing, and the spear in his hand was almost without a trace!
mother……
Laner... Feng Wu...
"what!"
Kaitian ninth formula!
Zhentian Jedi! Three thousand gods and demons!
Two overlapping forces!
Gradually, Yang Jian's spear and Xumo's dodge figure disappeared, only Yang Jian's figure could barely be seen clearly, and he attacked in the void.
Without warning!
"Kitty!"
Yang Jian suddenly yelled, and a gray figure shot out from the black turtle belt on his waist, like lightning, but extremely fast!
In the next instant, Xu Mo's figure appeared in front of the tip of Yang Jian's spear, looking at the deep blood hole in his chest with some surprise.
The tip of Yang Jian's gun was in this blood hole!
Die Li's supernatural powers can be used, and the tip of the spear pierces Xu Mo's figure!
Kitty's surprise attack, it worked!
Xiaoying's figure appeared beside Yang Jian, and he attacked Xumo again, but this time Xumo just slapped him randomly, and the moment Yang Jian grabbed his neck forward, his figure exploded with a loud noise.
When he reappeared, Xu Mo was already a hundred miles away, standing on a pagoda, looking at this person and an eagle.
"Very well, you have hurt me twice," Xu Mo said, and the smile on his face has disappeared.
Yang Jian was too lazy to talk, and rushed forward, the blood in his eyes became more dense, the blood flames burning all over his body continued to rise!
"Take your life!"
"You may not be able to take it away."
The ninth strongest figure and Yang Jian confronted again, a powerful gun, a fierce offensive, and a chic and elegant, light and ethereal. The battle between the two in the wild is called the first battle since ancient times, but no one can see from a distance. Look.
As time went by, Yang Jian's heart became more desperate, and the blood in his eyes became more and more crazy.
He has too late to go back to the rescue...
More than a dozen saints only need one person and one palm to destroy the Black Spirit Kingdom. Even if there are more Spirit Race army, it is like dust in the Chaos Sea.
He is here to fight for the wilderness, who will protect the life of his mother and wife!
A great grief and anger gradually rose in Yang Jian's heart. The culprit was right in front of him. He already had a mentality of revenge, regardless of whether he wanted to die with the strongest.
Gradually, Xumo also began to avoid Yang Jian's edge at this time.
As long as Yang Jian's effort is relieved, Xu Mo will hurt his assassin. At that time, Yang Jian should not have too much effort to kill...
but!
"Don't worry, I'll stop him for you, go first."
A call came suddenly from nowhere, several wind chimes-like light sounds, several with a little gentle voice.
Xu Mo's face that had been calm and unhurried suddenly became a little more confused, and his brows frowned.
An indescribable ethereal aura came from the direction of the prehistoric ~EbookFREE.me~ Xumo and Yang Jian stopped at almost the same time, each looking vigilantly at the source of this aura.
At this moment, a pale white beam of light pierced through the wild world, shining into the Chaos Sea, the Chaos Dao Zezhi Sea just calmed down, and it boiled again.
And the degree of boiling this time is comparable to that of the dozens of saints who opened their own roads at the same time!
Fictitious and real, true and false, the figure accompanied by such a rhyme, stepped across the wild world in one step, towards the place where Yang Jian and the strongest were fighting.
The beauty is dreamlike.
"Yunxiao? Uncle?"
Yang Jian's words were somewhat wrong, and Yun Xiao's cold face showed a little smile; she steered the road, her long hair fluttered lightly, but the white gauze on her body gave people an illusion that could not be broken.
Saint peak!
Great road!