Chapter 701 Those Who Stop Me Are Our Enemies

By the side of the Yellow Spring, the blood of the Buddha flowed, and all the fakes were slaughtered without leaving dogs.

Looking at the hometown, there is nothing to worry about, and the vision of bliss is behind the Buddha.

Now the hands are stained with the blood of the enemy, ghosts and gods flee from evil spirits.

The long front of the ancient sword is red with red clouds, and the spear is in the hand. Don't look back.

Don't look back, don't look back.

Three thousand gods and demons can't be killed, so why do we use konghou!

...

"Yang Jian!"

Such a shrill and desperate cry of accusation, if one had not seen and heard it with one's own eyes, one would not have believed it, but it actually came from the mouth of a saint.

Zhunti's golden body was half kneeling in a deep pit, surrounded by prostrate and fallen corpses.

Jin's body was covered with scars, and golden blood flowed out continuously, and a stream of heaven and earth vitality penetrated into his Dharma body, but most of them couldn't stay, so that his body was full of vitality.

The ridiculous thing is that none of the disciples of saints or people with respected status in Buddhism were killed by Yang Jian. They were all old monks who were loyal to Buddhism.

Yang Jian held the Yuantu sword and moved forward slowly, Zhunti was at the end of his battle at this time, thanks to the Thousand Buddha Formation before, otherwise Yang Jian would really have to push Zhunti to such a state, and a dark battle would be inevitable.

"You can't kill me!"

Zhun Ti still firmly believes in the creed that saints are immortal, and in the prehistoric world, the six saints are indeed immortal.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian held the three-pointed and two-edged spear close to the point of the spear, and raised it parallel to the Yuan Tu sword.

call out--

This is the scream produced by the body too fast.

Yang Jian left countless afterimages around Zhunti's body, and displayed a speed close to the flying feather escape technique in his human form.

Before this battle, it was very difficult for Yang Jian to achieve this speed; but now, Yang Jian has reached a whole new level in the use of his own supernatural power without making any progress in his realm.

His mysterious body is a treasure house, a treasure house that has not been filled, and a treasure house that has not been fully excavated.

The gun shadow and the sword shadow gradually overlapped, and Zhun Ti gave a low shout, and the golden light around him gushed wildly, but he couldn't catch up with Yang Jian's attacking pace at all.

Ding Dang Dang Dang, like the sound of iron strikes reappeared.

The Yuantu sword once pierced into Yang Jian's body, and after being pulled out by Yang Jian, it became a weapon in his hand.

After Minghe's death, Yuan Tu Sword and Yuan Ling still resisted Yang Jian. Yang Jian urgently needed the sharp edge of the magic weapon to break the saint's dharma body.

But Fengrui is still there, under the blessing of Xuangang, Fengrui is better than before, this is enough.

The land around Zhunti's body turned into a forbidden place for death, but any Buddhist master who wanted to help his own saint would be beheaded or cut in half like a few corpses lying on the ground, and the blood would flow all over the place.

The saint's breath is fading;

Yang Jian's offensive has been maintained in a state of fire and wind, without exhaustion, without mercy, without the slightest hesitation.

A long time ago, he embarked on a road that was destined to be accompanied by slaughter; to conquer the Chaos Sea, it is impossible to truly fight without bloodshed.

But Yang Jian never thought that he would start killing in the prehistoric area, especially when he raised the three-pointed double-edged spear against a group of monks who would guard the prehistoric area in future battles, especially at this delicate moment when a powerful enemy would suddenly appear.

He has no other choice.

Either let Zhunti die, or watch the underworld destroyed and Houtu humiliated.

Buddhism's reckless behavior has already touched his bottom line.

In one's life, there are always some things you can do, and there are always some things you can't do, and there are many things you must do.

Yang Jian has practiced in Honghuang so far, and Honghuang is the place he believes to stay. A group of relatives, friends, and people related to him are all living in Honghuang. He wants to repel those powerful enemies and protect everything. This is "doable".

As his strength gradually increased, Yang Jian stepped to the position he looked up to at the beginning, and the future was promising, and he even became a glimmer of hope for the great powers of the past.

But Yang Jian went to the Lingxiao Palace and faced the Jade Emperor. With the seal of Kongtong, he could directly abolish the Jade Emperor and establish himself as the supreme of the Three Realms.

But he didn't linger on these powers that were useless to him, this was his own definition of 'do not do'.

What is "must do"?

What to do now is imperative!

Buddhism forcibly snatches the reincarnation disc of the six realms, and humiliates the descendants of the great virtues who have great kindness and great relationship with Yang Jian. How can Yang Jian tolerate them!

Now that they are divided into hostile groups, if Styx and Zhunti are not dead, how can Yang Jian return to the sea of ​​chaos with peace of mind! ?

Based on today's events alone, Yang Jian already has a sufficient reason to slaughter the saint, not to mention that the Zhunti saint had tried to put him to death several times before.

Patriarch Styx is dead, Zhunti must perish today!

In fact, Yang Jian had clearly sensed a few ethereal auras in the Netherworld, and knew that someone would show up to stop him later.

It's not practical to kill Zhunti smoothly by relying on one's own rage and force.

Xiao Chan'er was seriously injured, which made Yang Jian, who was already furious, even more furious, but he didn't lose his temper when he was angry. All that anger turned into a cold killing intent, and he was constantly planning how to arrange it in his heart.

If it really doesn't work, just pull over the group of masters that you have already controlled in the sea of ​​​​chaos, and threaten Lingshan!

"Yang Jian! Hahaha! You can kill me!"

Zhunti's body was covered in scars, but he still couldn't forget to vent his anger, looking desperate and defeated.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, his body suddenly stopped, and he stood not far from Zhunti's side.

The golden body of the saint who was kneeling on the ground wanted to bounce up, but just as Zhunti was about to use his strength, the seven-foot-high golden body suddenly trembled, and hundreds of thousands of wounds opened on it at the same time.

"Wow--"

Zhunti spurted out a mouthful of golden blood several feet away, and knelt back weakly.

With that unbroken sneer on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, the long sword was stuck on the ground, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he took a light breath.

The sound of rushing water was endless, and Yang Jian slowly opened his clenched right hand, gently supporting his dantian, as if he was feeling something.

There are great arts in the universe, the heavens, the earth, the moon and the stars.

The universe is manifested in the body, and the false is also the illusory.

A burst of cyan-blue water emerged, centered on Yang Jian, and slowly spread towards the surroundings, dyeing the entire ten-mile radius with a touch of water.

But everyone who looked at this place saw such a strange scene...

With Yang Jian as the center, a new world appeared, with blue sky and long white clouds; boundless sea and cool breeze.

This is just a peaceful scene. Although this world is monotonous, it seems to exist.

Gradually, this small world became clearer and clearer, to the point that it covered the sky and the earth in the nether world, leaving only this peaceful and peaceful water surface and blue sky.

In this small world, there are only two people - the seven-foot-old golden body kneeling there, and Yang Jian holding the dragon spear.

Picking up the Yuantu sword casually, Yang Jian walked towards Zhunti step by step, every time he walked, he would create some ripples on the sparkling water.

Zhunti, who had never stopped cursing at first, was extremely quiet at this time; not only was he quiet, but the golden body was still trembling, and when he looked up at Yang Jian, there was a trace of unconcealable fear in his eyes.

"You, how did you do it?"

Without saying a word, Yang Jian raised Yuantu in his hand, and slashed it directly at Zhunti's golden body.

The golden light flashed, the golden head of the saint was thrown away, and the golden blood gushed out like a fountain.

But Yang Jian frowned slightly, watching the head that kept flying away gradually turn into Zhunti's usual old monk appearance, staring at Yang Jian with a dull face.

The saint is really not easy to kill.

Once again, Yang Jian raised his sword forward, and the wind direction of the small world changed slightly, which naturally couldn't be hidden from Yang Jian, the owner of this world.

Yang Jian sneered, and Yuan Tujian suddenly burst out with seven-colored sword lights, and shot at Zhunti.

"Amitabha……"

A resigned Buddha's name sounded, and a white lotus burst into the world abruptly, blocking Zhunti.

The white lotus has twelve petals, and it is actually a twelve-stage lotus platform of the supreme treasure level!

The colorful sword lights were all counted by the lotus platform, and the Buddha's light flowed on the lotus platform, condensing into a white-robed monk, clasped his hands together, and respectfully offered Buddhist rituals to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian frowned slightly. He expected that the guide would come to rescue Zhunti, and even that the ancestor of Sanqing would show up to stop him, but he never thought that it would be a young monk who dared to break into this place to rescue Zhunti.

Obviously, the young monk wanted to introduce himself to Yang Jian, but as soon as he opened his lips, Yang Jian suddenly threw spears all over the sky, and immediately shot without saying hello.

"It's bitter, it's bitter!"

The white-clothed monk's hands were as fast as phantoms, and he connected dozens of handprints, blocking the shadow coefficient of Yang Jian's gun.

"snort!"

Yang Jian bullied himself forward, and the originally peaceful small world suddenly set off huge waves that soared into the sky!

How dare the monk in white be approached by Yang Jian? The lotus platform under his feet was quite strange, with a slight turn of the lotus platform, thousands of incarnations appeared, filling the entire water surface.

Yang Jian frowned, and slashed with his sword, only to get a phantom.

Even Zhunti's figure was also missing.

"Amitabha, the little monk Jizo, dare not be an enemy of the real king, please see that the real king will also be the main force against the enemy in the future of Buddhism, please forgive my second master."

"Oh?" Yang Jian remained calm, Xiaotiandi retreated, but there was a layer of colorful flames around his body.

He didn't just think of one way to kill the saint.

With a flash of white shadows all over the sky, he returned to his appearance as a young monk in white. At this moment, he was holding his nearly fainted Zhunti, and looked helplessly at Yang Jian who had posed a great threat to him.

"Zhenjun, can't we talk?"

"It's useless to talk too much. If you ask for death, I will make it happen."

"That's fine, the poor monk doesn't really want to wade into this muddy water," Dizang sighed softly, and made a movement that made all the Buddhist masters change color.

He threw the Zhunti in his hand, like throwing a rag bag, to Yang Jian's feet, and made a gesture of asking for permission.

This Ksitigarbha...

Dizang said with a smile: "I have no hostility towards Zhenjun. To save him, I was entrusted by an old friend of Zhenjun, and I had to return his favor. But compared to these, I can't lose my life for nothing. Please do it, please do it."

Yang Jian frowned, his cautious temperament was at work again, but fortunately, he was only cautious, not suspicious.

Yuan Tu's sword falls is the extreme speed that Yang Jian can explode, and he uses 100% of his strength. Zhun Ti will be decapitated in an instant...

when--

A bell rang, and dark gray swept in all directions. When the bell fell, Yang Jian's sword was gone.

Yang Jian smiled wryly, and turned his back to the person who rescued Zhunti, "I never thought that you would be the one to stop me."

The visitor threw Zhunti aside casually, turned to look at Yang Jian, and a big bell floated above the two of them.

"Must kill?"

"Those who block me are my enemies."

Yang Jian also turned around, his expression unchanged.

Ten feet away, Daozi Tianyan in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back with a calm expression on his face.