Signing to the Goddess from Douluo

Seeing that Sun Wukong did not neglect his invitation to fight, Yang Jian couldn't help feeling more ashamed in his heart for a moment.

Following the Tianjun to attack Huaguo Mountain, the person he is most sorry for is probably the Monkey King in front of him.

If he had no choice, Yang Jian didn't want to make a move. Rather than fighting with him, what he wanted more was to be friends with Monkey King.

Unfortunately, the reality is really cruel.

If Yang Jian doesn't fight with all his strength, his parents will suffer and suffer a lot.

As the Son of Man, he has no choice.

"I'm sorry, Monkey King, after this incident, I promise that I will let you handle it."

Yang Jian smiled and said such a sentence in a soft voice.

Afterwards, without any further hesitation, he rushed towards Monkey King holding the three-pointed and two-edged sword.

I saw Yang Jian swinging the knife with one arm, and the space in the sky suddenly trembled and twisted violently as if boiling.

Then, strands of thin and mysterious power suddenly condensed on the tip of the three-pointed double-edged knife, and after it was directly slashed out, it poured out with a wave of unparalleled energy that would destroy the world.

Seeing this scene, Jingzhen, who was rescued by Monkey King from the deep hole, couldn't help but let out a bitter cry with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"Junior brother, be careful, that Erlang God has already comprehended the power of the rules of the mysterious occasion, and the power of destruction is not under my boy's rules of destruction."

As soon as the reminder was finished, the blood from Jingzhen's throat could no longer be held back, and then she collapsed on the ground, staring at Monkey King and Yang Jian in the mid-air worriedly.

He never expected that not long after Yang Jian stepped into Daluo Jinxian, he had already comprehended the power of the laws of heaven and earth, and it had begun to take shape in a short period of time.

Coupled with the special skills of his body cultivation, and the talent of being close to monsters, Jing Zhen was unable to defeat Yang Jian, who was making rapid progress every minute and every second.

Jing really couldn't imagine what it was that made Yang Jian fight so desperately.

He always felt that there seemed to be an extremely deep fetter in Yang Jian's body, which troubled him endlessly.

Even at this moment, the opponent's cultivation base and combat power are progressing extremely rapidly, but Jing Zhen, who has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, feels that.

Yang Jian's cultivation realm in this life may eventually stop completely in the Daluo Jinxian realm, and he will never be able to step within half a step of the quasi-sage.

"what!"

Just as Jing's mind was flying, she shouted loudly, and suddenly her gaze went straight up in shock, and she forgot about the airspace where the two were fighting.

It's just that it doesn't matter if you look at it. After watching it, Jingzhen's whole spirit shows some signs of collapse.

In mid-air, Yang Jian slashed down with an incomparably fierce knife, which was powerful enough to split the divine veins of mountains and rivers in an instant, destroying the heavens and the earth.

But it was such a powerful slash, but his junior brother Sun Wukong just stretched out his golden cudgel forward lightly, without any bells and whistles, and didn't even use any monster power, just like that, directly blocked it .

Such a jaw-dropping shocking scene, not to mention Jing Zhen, made her scalp tingle and her Dao heart almost collapsed and dispersed.

Even Li Jing, the Heavenly King of Tuotuota who was watching the battle from a distance, could see his feet moving, and then he fought the airspace with Monkey King and Yang Jian, separated by hundreds of miles. The fragment of the Linglong Pagoda that he was holding was also shaking non-stop and almost fell to the ground.

It's hard to imagine that the Daluo Jinxian Erlangshen, who hit almost all his strength, didn't even arouse the monster monkey Monkey King's desire to fight with one move.

Just now, Erlang God, who was stronger than himself, was still defeated. Right now, even himself, after swiping a knife, began to frown with some self-doubt, and took a deep look at Monkey King in front of him.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows again, and his brows and sky eyes lit up, intending to unleash stronger and more ferocious attacks again.

In the face of Yang Jian's all-out efforts, Sun Wukong, who couldn't arouse even the slightest desire to fight, did not say anything to attack the opponent, but stood quietly on the spot, holding a golden cudgel, waiting for Yang Jian's attack again. incoming.

It's just that, just when Yang Jian was ready to go, and wanted to try to wrestle with Monkey King again.

In the distant mountains, a thick and indifferent speech was heard faintly.

"That's enough, Erlang Shen, you are no match for this monkey.

Step back first and go help little Nezha, here, leave it to the old man to deal with it. "

As soon as this sound came out, Yang Jian, who had just been fighting, immediately withdrew the three-pointed two-edged knife with relief, and then he was discouraged, and his power suddenly weakened.

Then, Yang Jian didn't say anything else, turned around and flew towards the direction where Nezha and Jingxuan were fighting.

It's just that, in the middle of the trip, a secret sound transmission faintly passed into Monkey King's ears.

"Be careful, Brother Goku...brother.

Next, you may face your strongest opponent so far.

If they are not defeated, there is no need to force them to die.

The Jade Emperor has already said that he will not, if he really takes your life, think twice before acting. "

After the sound transmission, Yang Jian also disappeared from Monkey King's sight without looking back.

His task has been completed, and all that should be done has been done, and after that, Yang Jian only needs to wait for the end of the conquest that made him extremely uncomfortable, and then go to ask Sun Wukong for guilt.

It's just that, at that time, it's not whether Sun Wukong can resist that person's own shot.

"Hope, nothing will happen."

Yang Jian said a word in his heart for the last time, and then he pretended to join the battle between Nezha, who was about to lose but was full of refusal to admit defeat. Big fight.

"The guy who is hiding in the dark and watching, is he finally going to show his face?"

Sun Wukong stood in the sky with a golden cudgel in his hand, and when he raised his eye sockets, he didn't look at the dense forest of Huaguo Mountain, which was coming from the message. On the contrary, he looked at the distant sky again, as if within the layers of clouds, Standing like a person who worries him.

At the same time, a sound transmission that was so familiar to Sun Wukong, with a smile on his lips, suddenly rang in his mind.

"Wukong, be careful, that guy is the Daluo Jinxian who is known as the most powerful under the quasi-sages of the Three Realms, and the ancestor of the Zhenwu Emperor Smite Demons.

Strength is not to be underestimated, but there is no need to worry too much. There is a rare treasure here, big brother, which can help you. "

"Hey, big brother, let me say a few words.

Cough cough, great sage, second brother.

Hehe, I am the younger brother Tianpeng Marshal who was taken in by the elder brother in the heavenly court, and I am your own younger brother.

Haha, Marshal Ben also has a magical item here, which can temporarily help the second brother. "

Words came one after another through sound transmission, which made Sun Wukong feel warm in his heart.

But then, he raised his arm and waved his cloak and said with a light smile: "It's okay, Master of Smite Demons, my old grandson is worrying that there is no one who is stronger to practice his hands."