Chapter 432

Thunder suddenly appeared at the place ten thousand meters high above Chang'an!

Yang Jian, the God of Erlang, led the six brothers of Meishan to come at a gallop.

Followed by the king of tota and the God of gold armor.

"Zhenjun, the Buddha light just now is the two Buddhas of Buddhism?"

Li Jing's long beard dances with the wind. The exquisite tower in his hand is rebuilt, which is more powerful than before. Not to mention the golden immortal, even the golden immortal can be installed.

"That's right! The four heavenly kings died just at the beginning of the mass robbery. This means of winning politics is really cruel!"

Even Yang Jian was afraid of Ying Zheng.

This time, there is no possibility of regeneration. If you die, you are really dead.

Now, the smell of mass robbery is floating almost everywhere in the three realms.

No one can stay out of it.

"Unfortunately, Lei Zhenzi is also dead. I'm afraid Gou Chen is crazy now!"

Yang Jian looked a little gloomy. Lei Zhenzi, like him, was the one who survived the Fengshen robbery.

But the other party will die in this quantity robbery, and fate makes people.

"Qinghua emperor!"

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly coagulated. He saw that the Qinghua emperor under the thunder cloud was already burnt, with more air in and less air out, and his spirits were overflowing outside.

"Come on, help!"

He shouted to the six saints of Meishan behind him and rushed down first.

They not only want to save emperor Qinghua, but also take Wen Zhong and Tianpeng back.

"There are people again. Who is it this time?"

Ying Zheng was full of energy, as if there was no end.

On one side, he controlled three Kyushu tripods to smash at Wen Zhong, which triggered a thunder to make up for the big array that had been shaken by zhunti's palm.

At this time, all the humanitarian laws in the emperor's order went towards the sky.

"Yang Jian?" Marshal Tianpeng was ragged, his armor collapsed, and his sword wounds were shocking.

More golden blood flowed from his feet and fell into the Weihe River below!

"Marshal Tianpeng, hold on, I'll come and get you out!"

"Xiaotian dog, go!"

Roar!

A huge Sirius rushed out and went in the direction of Ying Zheng.

The speed of its explosion was unprecedented. A silver lightning flashed tightly. When he looked again, Xiaotian had reached the back of Ying Zheng.

"Hum, Erlang God!"

Ying Zheng knows that he should retreat. Yang Jian's magic power is far from what a golden immortal can resist!

Even if he has Kyushu tripod and Emperor's order, he can't!

He turned to look at the six saints of Meishan and Li Jing, the king of tota.

"Yang Jian, go back and tell Haotian that the contest between me and him has just begun!"

After that, when the black dragon flag is displayed, the big array below is full of time!

Then the thunder disappeared in an instant, and the Jingzhou Ding became as big as an oven in an instant, enveloping the whole Lishan Mountain.

Hearing Zhong's face changed, he immediately said, "Zhenjun, don't let him escape!"

"No, master Wen, if the other party fights hard, I'm afraid all the creatures on those three continents will die!"

Yang Jian looked at the dying emperor Qinghua and the wounded Marshal Tianpeng.

"Now the top priority is to take Qinghua emperor back to heal!"

Hearing Zhong's sad look, he shouted: "but he killed Lei Zhenzi and the four heavenly kings, and even the four saints in the north pole are only Tianpeng!"

The defeat in the first battle made him feel a little collapsed.

Yang Jian shook his head, walked up to master Wen and said, "master Wen, calm down. Since ancient times, which quantity can't kill people?"

He then said, "you can't make every mass robbery the same as the battle of the gods, and you can give everyone a chance to start over again? Then, wouldn't all the creatures who died in the fierce beast robbery and the Lich war be wronged?"

"It's very wronged!" Marshal Tianpeng covered his chest, where there was a bright opening.

"Hum!" Yang Jian took a look at his injury and gave him a pill.

"Shut up!"

"Let's go!"

The king of tota received the Qinghua emperor into the exquisite tower, and the six saints of Meishan set Wen Zhong, and the party turned to the top of Mount Tai in the East.

Buzz!

"Who?"

Strong blood light flashed from Yang Jian's feet.

His eyes coagulated: "Styx!"

"Zhenjun, what shall we do?" the king of tota looked tight, and the Styx river was not a good friend.

Unexpectedly, the other party escaped from the hands of the two saints of the West.

"Don't pay attention. Let's go. Otherwise, if emperor Qinghua makes a mistake, Haotian will surely blame you!"

"Well, that's true!"

Li Jing's face changes when he hears the speech. He has experienced Haotian's means.

"Go, go!"

……

"It failed!"

The blood vessels on the face of the Styx River wriggled like Qiu Yin, and its body shape flickered, constantly hiding its own body shape.

"Hmm?" he suddenly looked up at the sky, where several powerful figures were moving fast.

"Yang Jian! It seems that the Qinghua emperor has been saved, but I don't know what happened to Ying Zheng? Won't he be destroyed?"

Yang Jian and he are both quasi saints. Although he has the strength to defeat him, he can't erase it.

Otherwise, Yuanshi Tianzun will find him desperately.

Haotian won't let him go.

Yang Jian is the treasure of Xuanmen!

"Hum, I didn't expect that zhunti and Jieyin went to Dalao cave to attend the opening ceremony!"

Such bad luck made him catch up with the Styx.

"However, you can go to Lingshan to have a look! Jie!"

There is a trace of cruelty on the face of old Styx. All saints are absent. Now is a good time for him to take revenge.

Suddenly, a mist rose in front of him.

At first he didn't care, but gradually he realized something was wrong.

The mist could cover his sight, not to mention, but also block the exploration of divine knowledge.

Someone is targeting him, Styx!

It's just that almost all the saints are in the big Luo cave. Who is going to shoot him now?

Styx stopped, and a nose sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Since you dare to fight me, why hide it!"

Boom!

The Styx river cut a sword towards the fog, and the blood awn condensed hundreds of feet of sword light and ran across the mist.

But what disturbed him was that the mist had not been dispersed.

As if he were not in the same space, the sword went straight through.

The ancestor of Styx changed slightly. Who often used this method?

God's rebellion?

Certainly not. He rebelled against God and had no hatred at all.

Fengdu emperor? No, he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Hoo!"

A cold wind blew, and the mist seemed to begin to become rich.

"Who the hell are you?"

Still no one answered.

Styx felt his spirit tremble, and then the blood in his sea of blood showed signs of leaving his body.

Styx is terrified. How is this possible!

In the famine, no saint can do such a strange thing.

It can't be Yang Mei immortal who is proficient in space magic, can it?

Suddenly, he heard a faint voice.

"Blood, good thing, belongs to me!"