Chapter 864: Master Mo fell in blood, incarnate!

The silhouettes of people are staggered, the avenues cross each other, dozens of mottled rays of light impacted in all directions, seeming to wash down the entire Xuandu City.
Xuandu City trembled!
If Yang Jian's golden body was slashed by a sharp sword, the Dao Sage who was blocking from the side was facing Yang Jian, but the figure beaten by Yang Jian retreated and couldn't resist directly.
It is also fortunate that Yang Jian did not lock the two overlapping powers displayed by this person, and the two overlapping forces were still slightly stiff in Yang Jian's hands at this time, and the changes were insufficient, so this person was only injured and escaped.
However, the saint that Yang Jian had locked before, after all, could not escape the blade of the three-pointed two-bladed gun...
Even if Yang Jian's shot was defeated by the strong man who was close to the peak of the saint, he still beheaded the saint's head...
A avenue shining with the rhyme of the wind was directly torn apart by the guns.
A great saint fell in Xuandu City in this way.
Yang Jian suddenly turned around, murderous and powerful.
"Set up an array! Retreat!"
The Dao saint who wanted to stop Yang Jian hurriedly scolded, and the other twelve Dao saints appeared outside Xuantu City almost instantly, watching Yang Jian with vigilant eyes.
The Dao saints here are all powerful men who followed Xu Mo to fight and destroy Taisu, and they are also true Dao saints. Some of them started to practice in the Taiji world.
The leader, that is, the person who fought Yang Jian head-on just now, was dressed in a robe, white face without beard, and a little handsome, but he revealed a cold breath.
This person seems to be cultivating the magic way, and can push the cultivation realm to the point of being close to the sage realm. It should also be a character who is too suspicious.
It is a pity that he became a minion of the strongest.
Yang Jian shot his spear horizontally, and one person separated the nine-layered wall of Xuandu City, and looked down upon the thirteen sages outside the city.
Even though the great saints here are by no means comparable to those of Donghuang Taiyi who were forcibly erected, he still has the confidence to kill all these great saints here.
"Yang Jian!"
Suddenly a cry came from below, and Yang Jian was overjoyed. He looked down and saw that in the large formation that Old Master Mo had set up with his own puppets, several figures were surrounded by dozens of scarred spirit warlords.
Yao Ji's white clothes were stained with blood, her face was pale, and her lips trembled slightly.
Who is supporting Yao Ji from the left and right, but Feng Wu and Xiao Lan?
It was Xiao Lan that called Yang Jian just now. At this time, Old Master Mo often sighed in relief, stroked his beard and smiled, as if letting go of a worry.
Hearing this shout, dozens of breaths came out from the tomb of the saints, but the remnants of the saints were trapped in the tombs of the saints and could not come to help in the fight. They had to watch the battle outside in the heart sea world.
Yang Jiandao said: "You are in the tomb of the saint, and I will deal with it here."
"Jian'er..." The medicine whispered, seemingly hesitant to speak.
Yang Jian bowed to Yao Ji from a distance in the air, without saying much, and turned to face the thirteen figures outside the city.
Next will be a fierce battle.
And he must kill the opponent cleanly and protect the people behind him!
Who knows how sad and regretful Yang Jian was when he saw the broken Black Spirit Kingdom, and how angry and crazy he was.
Now that Yang Jian is already standing here, he doesn't need to hesitate anymore, he doesn't need to be calculating anything.
What he has to do is to slaughter the enemies in front of him, and let these powerful enemies who are trying to destroy all of them fly to annihilation.
He did not move, and the group of Remnants of the Spirit Clan below supported each other and walked towards the entrance of the tomb of the saint.
"Mother, let's go in too. We can only distract the husband here." Xiao Lan comforted her softly, and Yao Ji nodded slightly, staring at Yang Jian's figure pale.
Children are always the flesh that fell from their own bodies. Even though Yang Jian has the tyrannical skills that Yao Ji can't understand, in Yao Ji's eyes, they are still babies who need to take care of themselves...
She wanted to say that let Yang Jian take care of herself, without risking them.
But when the words came to his lips, he was worried that Yang Jian's heart would be unhappy if he said so, so he could only endure it and was helped by the two daughter-in-laws into the tomb of the saint.
Dozens of old Master Mo's puppets stood there, still maintaining a large formation, escorting these figures into the tomb of the saint, and they were directly picked up by the snow saint remnant spirit and the colored glaze treasure master.
Since then, Yang Jian really has no worries about the future.
"Hey, I can support you, I really deserve my old bones."
Old Master Mo sighed softly, Yang Jian shook his heart, and looked down. The vast array had dissipated, and the vast mana began to turn into vigorous vitality, filling the city of Xuandu.
Dozens of old Master Mo's puppets shattered almost at the same time - first there were spider web-like cracks, then broken pieces, and finally turned into crystal powder, slowly drifting away.
After these puppets collapsed, two quasi-sacred puppets, one male and one female, stood below and slowly fell to their seats.
It's Puppet Fourteen and another...
A figure exuding a radiant light appeared beside Yang Jian. It was Old Master Mo’s soul. At this time, Yang Jian noticed that the road entrusted by Old Master Mo’s soul had completely shattered...
"The road ahead is long, and many are not easy. The great world will not die, the soul will not die."
Old Master Mo chanted softly, looking through the low sky of Xuandu City, through the endless sea of ​​chaos, through the years, as if seeing a cultivator who was so energetic and mad for the way of puppets.
"Yang Jian, remember, until you have the power to subvert the universe, you must not let the strongest know your true identity."
What does Old Master Mo mean?
"senior……"
"I have done my way and my heart. Although I have regrets, it is always difficult to move forward," Old Master Mo gently waved his hand, then walked forward with his hand held down, and walked towards the low sky.
As he kept walking, his figure continued to fall apart, but this one could be regarded as a legendary power, and in the end he only left a few light sighs.
Taoism is far-reaching, but also disadvantageous.
The immortal is difficult to come, but also to end.
Below, the two scarred puppets didn't say anything. When Old Master Mo disappeared, the two puppets raised their hands and squeezed out a jade dish in their hearts, and gently crushed them.
Yang Jian clenched his fists. At this moment, he was out of anger, but the spirit platform was empty and bright.
Sweeping his eyes outside the city, he fought with the eyes of the thirteen saints.
"You are Yang Jian?"
The saint in the blood robe showed a sneer, "You really came here, the master said right, you always cared more about your selfishness. Since you are here, Hong Huang must have been in the bag of the master. , You can't win anyway, undefeated golden body? Ha."
"You all will be buried here today."
kill!
Yang Jian suddenly roared, transforming into a thousand-meter-sized Kunpeng, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, rushing towards the outside of the city!
"Where is the army!"
The blood-robed Taoist shouted high, his palms turned into blood jade, and he directly won against Yang Jian.
Look carefully, this blood-robed Taoist actually wears a pair of thin gloves.
Two overlapping forces!
cut!
Yang Jian's shot was fierce, and this time he slashed towards the blood-robed Taoist without reservation.
This blood-robed man seemed a little arrogant, he wanted to borrow Yang Jian's supernatural powers with his palm, and even after seeing Yang Jian's death on the Dao Sage...
In fact, there was a little ridicule in this person's eyes, and the moment Yang Jian shot it down, his figure turned into a cloud of blood.
The extremely sharp three-pointed two-edged gun directly cut the blood fog away, but the blood fog gathered again in a blink of an eye and directly condensed into the figure of the blood-robed man. He reached Yang Jian and slapped Yang Jian on his chest.
The golden light flickered, Yang Jian's figure trembled a few times, and he took a half step back, while the blood-robed man with a loud laugh, turned into a blood mist and directly wrapped Yang Jian.
Such magical powers really made Yang Jian somewhat incompetent for a while.
Killing shouts came from outside the city, and hundreds of thousands of imaginary old men rushed into Xuandu City, circle after circle around Yang Jian.
And the other twelve Dadao saints were not idle either, they directly displayed their supernatural powers from far away, urging the innate treasure, and blasted Yang Jian's golden body.
This kind of formation is completely like tailor-made for Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's heart turned rapidly, thinking about how to break this blood fog magical power; he had made many attempts, whether it was calcined with real fire or suppressed with the Heavenly Jedi Seal, it could not pose a direct threat to the blood fog.
Conversely, this blood mist was watching Yang Jian's flaws all the time, hitting Yang Jian with a palm from time to time. Although it could not hurt Yang Jian, it made Yang Jian's actions quite restricted.
Yang Jian is a physical practitioner, and this blood-robed man has such an innate advantage when facing a physical practitioner.
How to break the game?
Various thoughts arose in Yang Jian's heart, but he kept denying them.
His gaze swept over the people around him who were not daring to approach him, but only put cold arrows in the distance, and his forehead eyes slowly opened.
blood……
Break the blood with blood!
Yang Jian suddenly yelled, his golden body vibrated, dozens of blood arrows sprang out from all over his body, and the blood mist was shot through in a blink of an eye.
This is Yang Jian's profound blood, and even the blood of a saint after being sanctified! There are seven colors of light in the blood~EbookFREE.me~ It seems that every drop contains tyrannical power.
But what does Yang Jian do for such bloodletting?
The blood-robed man was a little unsure, but he immediately reminded the surrounding army to deal with it carefully.
Before he could speak, the dozens of blood arrows shook out by Yang Jian had broken through the layers of the universe, rushing into the surrounding army and the twelve saints.
Then, it exploded!
Drops of profound blood drifted away, and Yang Jian who was trapped in the blood mist let out a low growl, and a huge tree of primordial spirit appeared behind him.
Supernatural powers, incarnate blood!
Hundreds of thousands of Yang Jian appeared in various locations, with a grim complexion, holding a spear and a long sword in their hands, and rushed to the nearby monks.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of monks were hit hard, and the twelve saints immediately rushed to these incarnations made by Yang Jian. Unexpectedly, a few rays of light flashed, and these twelve saints were attacked by Yang Jian's incarnation!