Crack!
An electric dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, slashing diagonally in front of Lü Chunyang.
It came from nowhere, but it illuminated his face and the beautiful face of the woman behind him.
At that moment, the world seemed to be silent. For some reason, the speed at which the huge black hand was descending suddenly slowed down.
Green light flashed. First, a green cauldron appeared in front of Lü Chunyang. Then, the green light scattered, and Yang Jian's figure slowly appeared. He stood there and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, he raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand high up!
The small green cauldron buzzed and drew a ripple mark. With Yang Jian as the origin, it rippled in all directions.
The power of Yang Jian's primordial soul was not profound. However, at that moment, he activated the Five Thunder Execution Technique and triggered the lightning of heaven and earth, illuminating the entire world!
Whoosh —
It was as if the lightning pool of the 33 heavens had collapsed. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts rushed down from the sky. It could be seen everywhere in the North Continent!
The heavenly lightning was like a waterfall, surging and clamoring as it tore through the black mist and completely penetrated that enormous black hand!
A mighty aura surged between heaven and earth. The black hand that was struck by the lightning turned into black smoke with a hint of red. However, it was baptized by the lightning and purified directly!
Look at Yang Jian!
He raised the Demon-Slaying Sword high up and stood below. His long hair fluttered with his tattered robe, and his figure was like a pine tree!
The small green cauldron above his head trembled slightly, as if it was also very happy.
Yang Jian turned to look at Lü Chunyang, then at the woman. He said, "Brother Lü, rest for now."
He suddenly felt something in his heart. He did not know where he had heard this sentence before. He said in a low voice, "Don't let down a beauty."
After saying that, he laughed twice. The lightning did not stop. Yang Jian leaped into the lightning and charged into the endless black gas with the power of the lightning!
"Hey." Lü Chunyang wanted to say something, but the woman behind him hugged his waist tightly.
Lü Chunyang smiled bitterly and said in a hoarse voice, "Master … I …"
"I know," the woman said softly from behind him. She hurriedly carried him and flew backward, avoiding the demonic Qi that was expanding once again.
Her melancholy smile fell into the eyes of many people in the surroundings, but Lü Chunyang did not see it.
Rumble!
Another series of muffled sounds rang out from within the black mist. Vortexes appeared one after another in the black mist. Yang Jian charged into them, smashing the vortexes one after another!
He was searching for the demon's hiding place. Although he had the help of the divine light in his eyes, the divine light could not go too far away from his body. He could only search slowly.
Waves of murderous aura kept colliding with Yang Jian. Sometimes, they turned into ferocious beasts, sometimes they turned into bone-white soldiers, and sometimes they turned into hundreds of weapons …
Yang Jian countered each move as he saw it, and the Demon Slaying Sword dispersed all the blood qi that came at him!
Although there was only Yang Jian among them, it was like there were thousands of soldiers and horses!
Finally, Yang Jian got closer and closer to the black mountain with his vision blocked.
It was very simple. Yang Jian only needed to feel that the demon's attack was the strongest in the direction he rushed in, and he just needed to move in that direction.
Although this demon was created by him, it was only born a few days ago. Even if it had intelligence, it still acted according to its own instincts.
A wisp of Gonggong's murderous aura, Mohan's Primordial Spirit power, Yang Jian's precious blood, and the miasma in this place … What kind of monster had been born?
As Yang Jian held the Demon Slaying Sword, he increasingly felt that this Acquired Numinous Treasure sword was not easy to use. He could not use many of his moves.
The sword was the king of all weapons, the weapon of conquest. However, Yang Jian preferred the long spear that pressed forward with indomitable will. A long sword was too weak compared to his Divine Martial Arts.
Outside the array.
A few cultivators who came to fight the demon flew to Lü Chunyang's side and gave him spiritual medicine. They were all friends of the Unfettered Sword Immortal.
One of them suddenly laughed and said, "I didn't expect this Yang Jian to be so powerful. Could it be that he has already become Daira Jinxian in five hundred years?"
"It's strange. Just now, when Yang Jian saved Brother Lü, he used the Five Thunders Technique and severely injured the demon. Why didn't he destroy it with lightning in one go?"
Lü Chunyang sat cross-legged on a cloud and smiled bitterly when he heard that. He said, "Fellow Daoists, you may not know this, but Brother Yang does not mainly cultivate the Primordial Spirit Dao. He cultivates the mystical Daoist technique, the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique. He has even comprehended the true mystery of the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique. That's why he has such courage and power at such a young age."
The few of them could not help but look enlightened. They felt a little more balanced in their hearts.
So it was because of the unique technique.
"That lightning." Lü Chunyang thought about it and said, "It should be Brother Yang's master who secretly took action. Brother Yang is very unyielding. However, in order to save me, he had no choice but to let his master take action. He teleported him in front of me and summoned endless lightning. "
This explanation was completely consistent with the previous situation.
If not for Lü Chunyang's understanding of Yang Jian, he might not have been able to tell that it was Yuding Zhenren who secretly took action and enhanced Yang Jian's Five Thunders mystical power.
Otherwise, based on the power of Yang Jian's Primordial Spirit, it was impossible for him to attract the thousands of lightning bolts that were like a collapsing pool of lightning …
"We still have to thank Yuding Zhenren later," the woman behind Lü Chunyang said softly.
Lü Chunyang responded and sighed softly. He stared at the rolling black fog over there.
They could no longer see Yang Jian's figure, but they could feel that Yang Jian was charging deeper and deeper into the black fog. The demonic aura sometimes rose and sometimes fell, but it could not stop Yang Jian at all.
Lü Chunyang said in a low voice, "This kind of demonic demon that specializes in attacking the Primordial Spirit probably has the ability to confuse one's mind. I should have reminded Brother Yang to be more careful."
"You don't have to worry too much," the woman beside him said softly with a smile, "Your little friend's mind is as firm as a rock. I wonder how he honed it for 500 years."
How did he honed it?
Blood Changing with the mysterious technique, Body Tempering with Xuanqi, Hundred Refinement with Xuan Gang … Which time did it not make Yang Jian hover between life and death? The so-called Inner Demon illusion was destroyed by that pain. If Yang Jian were to go through it again, he might die in that pain.
It was only by relying on a little ignorance and fearlessness of the road ahead that he broke through all the obstacles and brought the real Eight Nine Arcane Art into the world.
"Slash!"
A clear shout rang out from within the black fog, connecting the heavens and the earth.
The heavy black fog could not stop the light, and the endless evil blood could not overshadow the sharpness of the light!
"Boom!" The earth trembled! The mountains within a thousand miles shook!
What did Yang Jian do?
A moment ago, at the center of the black fog, Yang Jian fought with the demonic shadows made of evil aura all the way to the cave entrance at the peak of the black mountain. His eyes pierced through the fog and saw the situation inside the black mountain.
A ball of blood-red light was under the cave entrance, like a blood cocoon!
Waves of black fog attacked Yang Jian. This scene suddenly reminded him of the battle eight days ago. Yang Jian was also standing here, blocking the way of Daira Jinxian with a sword, and he was bombarded by dozens of light streams.
"Yang Jian! Give me your life! "
Daira Jinxian's roar seemed to echo in his ears again. The black fog condensed into a black pillar of smoke, just like the Pillar Of Fire last time, whistling towards Yang Jian!
This demon actually wanted to use the situation that day to make Yang Jian feel a little timid in his heart. After all, Daira's attack had blasted Yang Jian's Xuan Body, and even almost caused Yang Jian to die.
Unfortunately, Yang Jian dared to dodge the sword aura when facing the real Skyfire Pillar, and used a method of mutual destruction. Why would he be afraid today?
The Xuan Gang poured into the Demon Slaying Sword, and just like that day, a bright Sword Light slowly condensed again!
Waves of black Qi smashed onto Yang Jian's body, unable to smash the green light, nor could it break Yang Jian's Xuan Body. However, it caused Yang Jian's Qi and blood to churn. His eyes would occasionally turn red, but then he would regain his clarity.
The ball of blood light suddenly surged out rays of light, and before the Sword Light could slash at it, a face appeared!
Heaven General Mohan's eyes were filled with hatred as he angrily rebuked, "Evil creature!"
The two generals of Daira also had furious expressions on their faces as they let out two sharp howls.
Following that, they turned into an old Taoist with a childish face and white hair. His eyes revealed a desolate expression as he let out a long sigh …
Yang Jian was not moved at all. The Demon Slaying Sword in his hand trembled more and more violently. This Postnatal Spiritual Treasure was actually unable to withstand the Xuan Gang that Yang Jian had poured into it!
"Brother!"
A shout suddenly came from the mountain. Yang Jian's heart trembled as he looked down.
The blood-red color suddenly disappeared, the black smoke disappeared, and the moonlight shone down. Yang Xiaochan stood on the ruins at the lowest end of the cave. She held an umbrella and smiled charmingly at Yang Jian.
"Take me out for a walk …"
Yang Jian pinched his thigh forcefully. The blood-red in his eyes turned into two balls of blood mist and evaporated. He immediately stabilized the Xuan Gang that was about to go berserk in the Demon Slaying Sword!
The appearance of Yang Xiaochan that the demon had outlined was indeed the appearance that Yang Jian wanted to see the most.
However, Yang Jian knew that no matter what, Yang Xiaochan would never smile charmingly at him!
How dare this demon slander her smile!
It was just a demon that he had refined and nurtured!
Sky Splitter!
Yang Jian was enraged and triggered an inexplicable Daoist aura. He raised his arm, raised the Demon Slaying Sword high, and slashed at the cave with all his strength!
This Sword Light was felt by many cultivators in all directions! The sharp sword intent rushed out of the black fog and hummed between heaven and earth!
However, this time, Yang Jian did not deflect the Sword Light!
The Xuan Gang shone brightly and charged into the Black Mountain. It met the black smoke pillar head-on and split it apart!
The demon in the cave fought with all its might and was severely injured. At this moment, it was already at death's door, but it still did not give up!
All creatures were born from death! As a fiendish demon, it was no exception!
Streaks of murderous aura with a tinge of red in it shot out from the pillar of smoke that had been split apart, blasting towards Yang Jian's surroundings. Although the green light protected Yang Jian, it could not completely block the impact force!
The Sword Light was about to reach its end!
That ball of blood-red light evolved into a figure again!
It was a beautiful woman. She was holding a jade zither in her hand, and there was a faint smile on her face as she played the zither in the clouds …
"Erlang … aren't you coming with me?"
Yang Jian's heart trembled inexplicably. This body seemed to want to nod instinctively, but he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and forced out a mouthful of blood. His eyes barely regained clarity.
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