The Giant Peng's wingspan was dozens of feet, while the human-faced black python's body was nearly a hundred feet long!
The two giant beasts fought in the arena. The Giant Peng swooped down and tore pieces of flesh from the black python's body with its claws, steadily gaining the upper hand.
The black python kept trying to entangle the Giant Peng, but every time the python attacked, the Giant Peng narrowly avoided it …
Just like that, the two of them fought back and forth, killing each other without end. Puddles of black python blood were left on the ground, and green feathers floated in the air.
After fighting for an hour, the black python was already seriously injured and unconscious, but it still insisted on biting the Giant Peng and did not admit defeat.
As for the Giant Peng … it tried to grab the black python, but it failed again and again, and could only barely leave a few wounds on the black python's body …
Yang Jian was already an arrow at the end of its flight!
The eyes of the Golden Immortals of the demon race lit up, but there were also a few demons who looked regretful that they could not fight against Yang Jian with his full cultivation.
At this moment, the sound of a zither came from afar.
The Giant Peng suddenly became spirited, and its sharp claws fiercely slapped three times, directly slapping the black python's huge body away. After the black python rolled on the ground, it curled up into a ball, but it could no longer attack.
The weak Xuanqi flickered, and the Giant Peng turned into Yang Jian. He fell from mid-air, his somewhat messy hair and robe fluttering wildly.
Although he had calculated carefully, after landing, Yang Jian's legs still trembled, and he could not stand firm, taking half a step back …
This time, it was not like when he climbed the Dragon Stairs, deliberately disguising himself and ruining the demon race's reputation.
This time, he had really exhausted his Xuanqi, and his oil lamp had run out.
After a series of battles, Yang Jian really could not bear it. He had only condensed twenty-four profound beads, and the Accumulation Beads were far from perfection. The miraculousness of the Accumulation Bead Realm had yet to appear.
Yang Jian sighed in his heart, and his eyes swept across the eager demons of the demon race, still filled with battle intent.
The demon race's supreme expert, Mei Kongmei, made a move again, turning the giant python into a small snake, and directly put it into her sleeve to nurture, which could also be considered an opportunity for the small snake.
"Let me!"
"Let me!"
The two demon race youths spoke at the same time, and stepped forward at the same time, each with one foot on the arena.
Clang!
Prime Minister Turtle's voice was still so leisurely, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Throughout the entire process, it could be considered fair.
"When two demons clash, one needs to be chosen. Keep your legs off the ground for now and re-enter. "
The two demons glanced at each other, lifted their feet at the same time, and were about to step down at the same time.
Right at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared here, and it slowly floated into appearance before them.
Form Displacement Transposition, the divine ability of the Dao of Heaven and Earth!
The two demons were instantly enraged. They had actually lost the initiative to someone else. When they saw that the person in the middle of the battlefield was actually a handsome young master, and he was even a human, they were even more furious!
A great demon said angrily, "Who are you? Courting death! How dare you spoil the plans of our demon race! "
The Spirit Mountain's ancestor opened his eyes and glanced at Mei Kongmei. Mei Kongmei felt a headache coming on. She knew why this unfathomable old man suddenly looked at her.
The person who suddenly appeared was none other than Xiao Lan.
Mei Kong smiled charmingly and said, "So it's a disciple from the otherworldly spiritual mountain. Both of you must not be rude. However, Prime Minister Turtle has already said that Yang Jian's identity is noble. As a disciple of the Hollow Jade Temple, only Golden Immortals can challenge him. "
Xiao Lan turned around, holding a folding fan in her hand. She cupped her hands at Mei Kongmei, her handsome face somewhat resembling her.
She said indifferently, "Although I'm not a Golden Immortal now, I have magical powers that even Golden Immortals can't master. Why can't I fight?"
"Rules are rules," Mei Kongmei's voice was soft and charming, "This is the Dragon Palace, and Prime Minister Turtle is also a famous expert. How dare you act rashly."
Standing beside the gong, Prime Minister Turtle chuckled, "When did I become a famous expert? I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. "
The corner of Mei Kongmei's mouth twitched slightly. After today, the demon race might as well not come to the Dragon Palace's Immortal Banquet.
Mei Kongmei said coldly, "If that's the case, please make a judgment, Dragon King. Although the demon race is in a difficult situation, not just anyone can threaten us! "
The Spiritual Mountain's Ancestor seemed to have some misgivings. She smiled and said kindly, "Lan 'er, come back."
Xiao Lan looked anxious. Just as she was about to defend herself, Yang Jian's somewhat weak cry came from behind.
"Brother Xiao, go back, I can still fight."
In this short moment of rest, Yang Jian had recovered some of his Xuanqi, but the words that could fight were just a bluff.
Xiao Lan turned to look at Yang Jian. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything. She sighed softly, lowered her head, and returned to stand behind the Spiritual Mountain's Ancestor.
She deliberately walked very slowly to buy more time for Yang Jian to recover. But it was also during this time that the two demons finally made a decision. One demon moved forward, the other retreated.
This should be the last battle of Yang Jian's trip to the Dragon Palace.
Yang Jian took a deep breath. Xuanqi sped up, and traces of new power began to gather in every part of his body. But this … was far from enough.
He only had the power to attack once.
Suddenly, the sound of the zither sounded again. Yang Jian smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew that Chu Qian and his sister had come, and he felt a little depressed.
He didn't want Yang Xiaochan to see him lose because he wanted to give Yang Xiaochan enough sense of security. Only a brother who was invincible both inside and outside of the world could truly allow her to grow up carefree and carefree.
Well, today would be the last time …
He took out the Demon Slaying Sword and stood on the spot. The general principles of the Eight Nine Mysteries were circulating in his mind.
When he was arguing with Mei Kongmei earlier, the enigmatic and irrefutable words that Yang Jian had uttered were actually two of the sentences in the general outline.
As the big demon approached, Yang Jian suddenly felt a little emotional.
Was it only by becoming a being like the Pangu God that one could be invincible in the world? But the Pangu God also died of exhaustion in the end …
In this world, was there really invincible?
In this Primordial World, was there really invincible?
An inexplicable surge of emotions surged in Yang Jian's heart, but a portrait of a giant appeared in his mind. Most of the body in this portrait was void, only the left arm was intact, and there was an inexplicable mighty force condensed on it.
Pangu Visualization Diagram!
The Pangu Visualization Diagram that the Lady of Earth condensed for him!
That arm … When the Twelfth Zu Wu used the Twelve Divine Fiend Formation, the Lady of Earth condensed the left arm with the power of Central Earth!
At this time, the left arm of the Pangu True Body condensed by the power of Earth slowly rose …
It looked simple, but there were thousands of changes and tens of thousands of differences …
"Yang Jian! Hahaha! You will be defeated by my hands today! "
The big demon was in high spirits and could not help but laugh wildly. He took out three demon weapons and smashed them toward Yang Jian!
Huang Long gritted his teeth and wanted to attack, but he was secretly suppressed by Red Essence on his seat.
Ao Ji squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "This table manners are really ugly."
Mei Kongmei's face showed a hint of relief, but also a hint of pain.
From today onwards, anyone who mentioned Yang Jian would definitely mention the decline of the demon race. She had worked hard for the revival of the demon race for countless years, but she could not reverse the situation today.
Could it be that the demon race really did not conform to the mandate of heaven? Should they decline?
In a corner of the arena, Chu Qian, who was sitting on the ground and playing the zither, sighed softly. She lowered her head and could not bear to look at the situation over there.
Yang Xiaochan was being held back by an auntie from the Dragons. She had wanted to force her way into the arena, but this expert had 'gently' stopped her.
Seeing that the three treasures were about to hit Yang Jian, and the Dragons experts were about to attack, Yang Xiaochan suddenly shouted …
"Brother!"
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and a seemingly solid divine light suddenly appeared in his eyes!
He switched the sword to his left hand and suddenly swung it up, as if he was holding a heaven splitting axe, and slashed forward!
The last bit of Xuanqi in his body left the sword and condensed into the Xuan Gang out of thin air, then turned into a pale yellow arc of light that could be seen with the naked eye!
That was the arc of light!
It looked ordinary, but it revealed a vast, ancient aura. That aura vibrated, revealing a kind of domineering, world-destroying Daoist Rhyme!
No, that's not right, it was not world-destroying!
It was the most primitive, ancient, and tyrannical Daoist Rhyme that broke through the chaotic ocean and opened up this world!
Heaven-splitting Daoist Rhyme!
This move!
The Dragon King opened his eyes, the Yellow Dragon was stunned, and Chi Jing frowned!
Mei Kongmei's smile froze. The burly demon who had been silent all this while beside Mei Kongmei had his eyes spitting fire!
This move!
The immortals were terrified, and the demons were drenched in cold sweat. The aura of the Dragons experts reversed, and the Dragon Palace array formation stopped for a moment!
Just the Daoist Rhyme of the sword was already so terrifying, let alone the sword itself!
The three demon treasures that were smashed in one breath were either shattered in an instant, or rolled back by the sword aura …
The moment the Xuan Gang shot out, Yang Jian's dazed eyes suddenly regained some consciousness, and the tip of the sword slightly tilted …
The Xuan Gang whistled, and the Sword Light wreaked havoc!
The two Dragons Daira attacked at the same time, and took out a Dragon Scale Shield, barely blocking the Sword Light that rushed out of the arena. The two Daira even took half a step back, and looked at each other in shock.
Then, they looked at the arena.
A long gully was formed in the clouds that formed the arena, and at the edge of the gully, the Great Demon of the Demon Clan trembled and fell to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of demon blood, and passed out completely.
Prime Minister Turtle's hammer was finally a little rushed, and the sound became a little sharp.
"Yang Jian wins! The arena is destroyed, stop fighting for now, and rebuild the arena! "
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