Chapter 1141: Heavenly punishment, Jingtianyuan is destroyed!

The name is relatively familiar, Fakong frowned, as if wondering where Yang Jian's name had been heard.
In the next second, Fakong's face changed, his face was staring at Yang Jian with horror, recalling what Yang Jian had just said in his mind.
"He can't stand me."
Resounding in his mind like a bell, Fakong lifted his palm slightly trembling, pointed to Yang Jian and said, "You, you are Yang Jian, one of the most prominent saints in the Dragon Palace!?"
There are very few gods in the Dragon Palace, most of them are warlords. Among them, there are ten gods, all of whom are Dragon Palace masters.
Except for some who don't move around very often, well-known people include Du'e, Luo Xuan, Beihai Ao Shen, and Yang Jian, the eminent saint in front of him.
This is a true god, who has gone through three great tribulations, is a true meritorious figure with great success.
As for the one in the hall behind him, naturally there is no way to compare.
At this time, Fakong suddenly came to his senses. Why did he see that Yang Jian had deep luck in his body? If he didn't have deep luck, how could he carry the deity of the Dragon Palace?
As if thinking of something, Fakong hurriedly turned around and ran towards the backyard. An ominous premonition surged in his mind. Fakong felt that today might be the catastrophe of his Jingtianyuan.
However, for a moment, a group of people rushed over, many of them still carrying weapons in their hands, but after a glance, they found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on the opponent, just mortals.
The leading old man was walking in the wind, although there was no spiritual power fluctuation on his body, it was just hidden, and Yang Jian would not be unable to discover it.
Oh, there is a deity, but Western religions have a big heart.
With a sneer in his heart, Yang Jian looked at the rushing Futucheng and narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of coldness.
Slightly stabilized, looking at Yang Jian on the opposite side, Fu Tucheng suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you the Manifestation of Saint?"
Yang Jian sneered, and waved with one hand, a face of Long Ling appeared in the air.
Looking at that face of Long Ling, Fu Tucheng felt as if he was hit hard, and his heart was full of horror. He slowly bowed his body, bowed to Yang Jian, and said, "I don't know how a holy monarch appears to be a sacred person, how offensive it is."
"Get up." Yang Jian remembered in a faint voice.
Fu Tucheng raised his head and looked at Yang Jian, folded his hands together and asked, "Why do you come here while Shengjun is not at Guanjiangkou?"
The Dragon Palace was closed, and Yang Jian was still running around. It was obviously not suitable. He appeared in Jingtian Courtyard again. It was obvious that the visitor was not kind, so he had better send people away earlier.
"My Dragon Palace has no precedent for reporting things to Western religions. The Dragon Palace is closed, but it doesn't mean that this seat cannot walk in the world. After all, the Dragon Emperor has everything to do and has no time to care about you."
"Shengjun can tell you what it is for."
Hearing Yang Jian's words, he knew that the other party didn't come and just leave, it must be because of other things.
Looking at Fu Tucheng, Yang Jian asked with a sneer: "I'm here to ask you, suggest that you are the one who killed the Jin by Shihu?"
Fu Tucheng's body trembled, his face full of horror, and he looked at Yang Jian dumbfounded.
"I'll ask you again, watching the sky at night, you are the one who played the stone tiger to kill Ran Min?"
Fu Tucheng shook his body and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was Fakong on his side to help him and he did not fall, but his face had become extremely bad.
"Do you know that the corpses on the official roads of Chang'an and Luoyang are everywhere, and they have been in the purgatory of men. They are incompatible with your Jingtian courtyard?"
"Jingtianyuan? Which piece of sky do you respect?"
Fu Tucheng looked extremely ugly, staring at Yang Jian, and said: "Holy Lord! Your Dragon Palace said not to interfere in this catastrophe, but the Three Sects didn't say anything. You really want to interfere with Dragon Palace!?"
"My Dragon Palace will not sit back and watch the Heavenly Way. All spirits fall into the evil way. As for the Three Religions, that is not something that my Dragon Palace has to consider."
As he spoke, Yang Jian's eyes were already cold, staring at Fu Tucheng, and said: "You have crossed the boundary of Western religion. The heavens are filthy, so you want to get rid of the filth."
As soon as the voice fell, Yang Jian had already condensed a formation in his hand, and when he moved his wrist, the formation was thrown into the sky.
There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and then a huge formation appeared in the sky, covering the entire Jingtianyuan.
The disciples in the Jingtianyuan have never seen such a method before, when the vision in the sky just emerged, many people were already scared and fell to the ground.
After doing all of this, Yang Jian looked at Fu Tucheng coldly and said: "The saint promotes the five-element alternation method, so that the world can be stable in the future, but your Western religion actually tried to mess up for your own selfish desires. The way of heaven is moving towards, wantonly killing, even trying to change the rules set by the saints, do you know how to write death words?"
A sharp blade condensed in Yang Jian's hand, the blade pointed directly at Futucheng, and an extremely powerful killing intent instantly locked Futucheng.
Looking at Yang Jian, Fu Tu Cheng suddenly trembled, and involuntarily stepped back.
"You, you want to kill me!?"
"Do you think this seat is here for fun?"
Yang Jian sneered, and when he sent his palm forward, the sharp blade immediately pierced Futucheng.
Seeing Yang Jian's ultimate move, even though Fu Tucheng knew that he was not Yang Jian's opponent, he was unwilling to wait and die. A burst of golden light gushed out of his body, followed by an illusory golden lotus pouring out of his head.
Numerous golden lights shrouded the futucheng, trying to block the sharp blade.
But in the next second, the golden light on Fu Tucheng didn't have any effect on Yang Jian. As soon as the sharp blade touched it, it instantly penetrated through the body and directly penetrated Fu Tucheng's body.
The golden lotus on the top of the head was full of cracks in the blink of an eye, and Fu Tucheng shook his body and slowly fell backward.
The golden lotus exploded instantly, and then I saw the golden lotus shattered into countless pieces and dissipated.
Yang Jian didn't take a look from the beginning to the end. After killing Fu Tucheng, his eyes only glanced at the Western teacher disciple who had fallen trembling to the ground, and his eyes flashed with cold.
After cutting the grass and removing the roots, I don't want to see Fu Tucheng's disciples walking around the world in the future.
There was a surge of power on his body, and the sky was suddenly bursting with thunder, out of thin air thunder alarmed the people in the capital, even the stone tiger in the palace.
An extremely strong thunder light fell from the sky, and slashed fiercely on the main hall of the Jingtianyuan.
Venerable Pudu's idol suddenly surged with golden light, trying to block the thunder light, but the thunder light was not an ordinary sky thunder, but a spell summoned by Yang Jian.
Seeing Venerable Purdue's idol and wanting to struggle, Yang Jian showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. The sky above his forehead just opened a gap slightly, and the endless heavenly might descended from the sky and rolled directly towards Venerable Purdue.
The mighty power instantly broke the golden body on the idol, and then I saw that the idol was full of cracks.
With a loud "boom", another thunder light fell from the sky and smashed and fell on the idol. The idol of Venerable Pudu shattered instantly.
After taking a cold look, Yang Jian turned and left, not paying attention to everything in Jingtian Courtyard.
The sins here are washed away by the thunder.
Thunder light fell from the sky one after another like falling rain. Mortals could not see the formation in the sky, but they could see thunder light continuously falling from the sky.
A scene like the punishment of heaven, I am afraid that no one has seen it in this life.
And Yang Jian, who was the initiator, was walking slowly towards the palace at this time, where there was still one person waiting for him to solve it.
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