Taibai Jinxing, who had just returned, couldn't stand steadily.

He almost fell to the ground.

He looked up at Haotian with astonishment.

His home was about to be lost, but he was still in Lingxiao Palace.

Hey, hello?

Haotian waved his hand casually and responded calmly.

"Don't worry, they can't get in."

Lingxiao Palace was peaceful and serene.

Many priests' legs were numb from standing.

It seemed that this was a contest between the new generation of various forces.

It had nothing to do with them.

Outside Lingxiao Palace, Sun Wukong had a swollen nose and face.

At the same time, his nose was bleeding.

( ̄TT ̄)!

Yang Jian was still safe and sound, with a calm smile on his face.

"Let me ask you, do you accept it or not?"

Sun Wukong wiped the blood from his nose and shook his head firmly.

"I don't accept it!"

(`へ´*)ノ! ! !

After saying that, he rushed forward again with the golden hoop.

Yang Jian casually swung the three-pointed double-edged sword.

He kept resisting Sun Wukong's attack.

At the same time, the smile on his face became more unbridled.

"This real master likes your unruly look."

"I hope you can keep it up in the future!"

After saying that, Yang Jian suddenly offered the axe of opening the sky.

A stream of white axe blade flowed out.

In an instant, Sun Wukong was knocked out.

The whole person was directly knocked down to the heaven, and his figure fell infinitely.

Yang Jian stepped on the auspicious cloud and chased after him.

At this time, Sun Wukong saw Yang Jian chasing him, and hurriedly displayed his magical powers.

Birds and beasts kept dodging.

On the other hand, Yang Jian just stood there.

The eye of divine punishment between the eyebrows flashed with purple light.

The scene of the battle between the two sides did not appear.

There was no way, the humanoid self-propelled radar was simply an invincible plug-in.

The Daluo Jinxian realm can mobilize the power of heaven.

This is a method that ordinary quasi-saints do not have.

Sun Wukong dodged and came to a stream and turned into a fish.

Soon there was no trace of the pursuers.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went ashore to turn into his original body.

He was already covered with scars.

But there was no fear in his eyes, full of dissatisfaction.

"If we meet again in the future, I will definitely beat him to a pulp!"

As soon as these words came out, a voice like a nightmare suddenly came from behind.

"Little monkey, what should you do if we meet again?"

Sun Wukong was shocked and held the golden hoop tightly.

Staring at Yang Jian, ready to attack at any time.

Just when the two were about to draw their swords.

Another breath descended.

"I want to see who dares to cause trouble in my White River Dragon King's territory!"

"You will have more lives than you can pay for later!"

The white dragon turned into an innate Taoist body, and the one who came was Ao Bing.

Ao Bing glanced at Yang Jian.

His heart was instantly agitated, and he almost couldn't breathe.

The rest of his eyes fell on Sun Wukong again.

The blood pressure made Ao Bing's eyelids jump again.

Yang Jian smiled playfully.

"White River Dragon King?"

Ao Bing shuddered all over.

A smile uglier than bitterness appeared on his face.

"It turns out that it is Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun who is exorcising demons and monsters."

"Keep going, ha ha ha, keep going!"

"Oh, don't tell me, I'm in a hurry to go out, I'm afraid the Dragon Palace is on fire, I'll go back quickly."

After saying that, Ao Bing turned into his real body and fled along the river.

Niang Xipi, a god of justice in heaven.

The nephew of the Jade Emperor, who has a very high status.

His own strength has never been defeated since his debut.

Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun of Guanjiangkou.

The other one doesn't look like an ordinary person.

Being chased by Yang Jian, it is obvious that he must have his own strength.

He can't live anymore, so he has to participate in the fight between them.

Ao Bing muttered while running for his life.

"I'm here to go to jail, not to die!"

Only Yang Jian and Sun Wukong were left.

Sun Wukong muttered with some doubts.

"Master taught me this magical power of transformation. Only one person below the quasi-saint can see through it."

"How can you see through my magical power of transformation?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Jian looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Is it possible that the person your master is talking about is this real master!"

Sun Wukong was choked.

Helplessly holding the golden hoop tightly.

The demon clan will never admit defeat!

Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong who was still unwilling to surrender.

There was already admiration in his eyes.

"Little monkey, if you can beat this real master back half a step."

"I will let you go, how about that?"

Sun Wukong raised the golden hoop angrily, using all his strength and roaring.

"Hey, how dare you look down on me like this!"

The golden hoop rushed straight into the sky, splitting the cloud in two.

Heaven and EarthAs if it was cut apart by the golden hoop.

The mighty force containing supreme power fell down in an instant.

Yang Jian finally put away his smile and praised.

"This attack has aroused some interest in me, come!"

He used the law of heaven and earth to condense the Dharma.

With three pointed and two blades, the phantom of the dragon emerged and broke through the air.

At the moment of the collision between the two sides, Yang Jian took a half step back and responded with a smile.

"Little monkey, you are quite capable, no wonder you can catch the eyes of your master."

"Yes, that's the look of hatred for this True Lord."

"Hate me, hate me, this True Lord will give you a chance to survive."

"Wait until you have the same power as me, then you will be valuable!"

As Yang Jian's voice fell.

His figure has also disappeared.

Sun Wukong has already lost his strength and fell to the ground.

The whole person has lost all means of resistance.

After a moment, the water surface suddenly gurgled.

It was Ao Bing who had returned.

He stared at the fainted Sun Wukong in front of him.

"Hiss... Why didn't Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun take this monkey away?"

"Is there some unknown secret between them?"

"No matter what, this monkey can't die here."

"What if something happens to me?"

"I'm just a stinking jailer, how can I encounter such a disaster?"

Ao Bing had no choice but to check Sun Wukong's injuries.

There were all kinds of shocking wounds on his body, and he was still bleeding.

But there was still some warmth on his body.

"Well~~ He's still alive, why not take him back to the Dragon Palace to heal while he's still hot."

"Hold on, don't die here, please don't die!"

"..."

Heaven, outside the Lingxiao Palace.

Roaring Sky Dog transformed into his true body and fought the five demon kings alone, without any retreat.

Even relying on the innate magical power of swallowing the world.

Still slightly dominant.

Seeing this, Yang Jian suddenly waved his hand.

"Let Xiaotian Dog go."

Xiaotian Dog, who was fighting fiercely, was suddenly stunned.

Then he turned into a harmless appearance.

Stayed beside Yang Jian and flew away with Yang Jian.

Seeing this, the five demon kings were quite dumbfounded.

"Why did he leave in the middle of a fight?"

"Maybe... maybe we are too weak and not in his eyes."

"I heard that Sun Devouring God has even eaten Daluo Demon God."

"Fortunately, it was Sun Devouring God who took action. If it was that Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, I guess we would have been killed long ago."

"I saw that Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun take action against my sixth brother before."

The five demon kings looked at each other and felt a little nervous.

"Misfortune!"

ps: Brothers, fiercely rebel against the heaven, this is the battle, cool! ! ! ! (Please urge for more, small gifts and good reviews!)

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