Clang! Clang! Clang!

The battle halberd and the iron sleeve, the Buddha's palm, and the seven-star sword collided countless times, and the two sides fought inseparably.

Originally, any of the three ancient gods was an opponent that Ming Xiaoyang had to wait for, not to mention, he was now in the mountains and rivers of the society, and he had lost his geographical advantage, and he still had Yang Jian by his side.

However, what appears in front of Ming Xiaoyang now is not the deity of the three ancient gods, but just a wisp of their divine sense.

Even if with the blessing of the deity, the divine sense can exert most of its strength, but it still can't take the slightest advantage in the battle with Ming Xiaoyang, who has profound mana and is almost unfathomable.

A colorful halberd swept across, the mountains and rivers cracked, and the stars shifted.

The mountains and rivers became the battlefield between the two sides, with countless mountains shattered and mighty rivers flattened.

A terrifying spatial crack appeared, drawing a hideous and terrifying wound for this map of mountains and rivers, which made people tremble.

Heaven and earth, wind and thunder, mountains and rivers geography, all become tools for fighting.

Ming Xiaoyang held the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in one hand, the boundless terrifying thunder was surging, and the three thousand snow-white long hair danced, looking like a madness, and the Emperor's Heavenly Extreme Xuangong was exerted to the extreme.

Each has its own wonderful use, and the thirteen styles of the emperor are perfectly fired, and the lightning roars, smashing the void.

The divine thunder roared and the four spirits returned!

The thirteenth and tenth forms of the Emperor Pole shot, the broken world returned to calm, the scattered earth was restored, and the clear water began to flow again.

Boom!

Ming Xiaoyang raised the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, his dazzling light surged, and he slashed down towards the incarnation of the three ancient gods.

"Sleeve up!"

"Seven Star Sword Style!"

"The Dharma is boundless!"

Facing Ming Xiaoyang's soul-chasing halberd blade, the three ancient gods changed color for it, and each made a unique move.

Taishang Laojun's seven-star sword roared, and the seven gems inlaid with the sword rose into the air, turning into the real Big Dipper, and the seven stars were shining and uncertain.

Zhen Yuanzi's Qiankun spell in his sleeve was exerted to the limit, as if he had opened the world and formed a world of his own, and Xiang Ming Xiaoyang was under the hood.

If the Buddha turns a pair of Buddha hands, countless Buddha handprints shine, swastika signs are all over the place, and the bright Xiaoyang is surrounded from all directions.

Zizizizi!

Taichu returned to the Yuan in accordance with the way of heaven, and the whole person of Ming Xiaoyang seemed to be one with the way of heaven, and was the embodiment of the way of heaven in the world.

Boom!

The Big Dipper forced a zhang around Ming Xiaoyang, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace; The sleeves are overwhelming, self-contained, not as colorful as the real world; The endless swastika sign roars, powerless to neutralize demons.

An extremely dull muffled sound sounded, spreading throughout the entire mountain and river community map.

Zhen Yuanzi, Taishang Laojun, and the three ancient gods of the Buddha, their bodies glow with gorgeous luster. Eventually, it turned into auspicious light and dissipated!

On their scattered faces, a heartfelt regret emerged.

Wow!

Hundreds of moves in the big battle almost razed the entire mountain and river community map to the ground, a flush appeared on Ming Xiaoyang's white cheeks, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Doesn't it seem that you are as strong as you think?" Yang Jian watched this battle from the sidelines, and saw Ming Xiaoyang open his mouth to spurt blood, and said indifferently.

Ming Xiaoyang nodded sincerely and said, "Indeed, I'm not as powerful as I thought. ”

"Brother Yang, are you ready?"

Yang Jian was stunned and asked puzzledly, "Are you ready?" ”

"Goodbye to your precious sister, foolish brother-in-law, foolish nephew, and the preparation of that pretending to be a high dream lover!"

Swish!

Ming Xiaoyang's voice fell, and from this map of mountains and rivers, there was a terrifying repulsive force, wanting to drive him and Yang Jian out.

The map of the mountains and rivers is a map of the world, and it has spirituality in itself, and after a toss, even if it is restored to its original state under the roar of the gods and thunders, it is still unbearable for the culprit to continue to stay here.

Ming Xiaoyang was in a trance in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in a magnificent palace.

………………

Trample! Trample! Trample!

Zhen Yuanzi, Taishang Laojun, and the Buddha joined forces to suppress the mountains and rivers and the Ming Xiaoyang.

In the eyes of the Jade Emperor Queen Mother, Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Four Heavenly Kings, Sun Wukong and others, nine out of ten are stable, and the dust has settled.

Who knows, it was only a dozen breaths of time before and after, and the big guys among the three bigwigs were all pale, and they couldn't help but withdraw back.

"Be careful, Ming Xiaoyang is coming out soon!"

What the?

Hearing this, the Jade Emperor couldn't believe his ears, the three ancient gods joined forces, and they still couldn't suppress that demon?

How is this possible!

The agarwood on the periphery, the Bull Demon King is on guard and ready for a big battle.

Sou!

A gust of wind blew, and everyone felt a flower in front of them, and two familiar figures appeared in front of them.

Ahead, for the handsome and extraordinary, cold and arrogant expression, black hair with a hint of golden, slightly curled up the current judicial god Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian; In the back, dressed in white, with bulging muscles and green tendons like dragons, Ming Xiaoyang, the true monarch of demon slaying who pressed one hand on his old friend's back, and the other hand held the Colorful Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

Syllable!

The two True Monarchs trapped in it came out of the trap, and the Mountains and Rivers Society Diagram and the Baolian Lantern that were added to it seemed to have lost all their strength, and they fell lightly, with a crisp sound.

Swish!

In the past, Ming Xiaoyang, who was handsome and chic, with an extraordinary temperament, had three thousand silver long hair spread out, his expression was indescribably evil, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, looking around at everything.

When he looked at the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother above, the respect that he had pretended to be didn't know where he went, leaving only the cold and piercing murderous machine.

There is a trademark flirtatious smile on the corner of his mouth, but no matter who he is, he can see that he is in a bad mood right now!

"Yang Jian!"

"Erlang God!"

The eye contact with Ming Xiaoyang, from the Jade Emperor Queen Mother to the Agarwood Ao Chunhong child, all shuddered.

Chang'e, who was mixed in the crowd, Yang Chan saw how serious the injuries were at the foot of Kunlun Mountain that day, and Yang Jian, who was just one more breath than the dead, stood up again, his eyes were sharp, and he subconsciously called.

Erlang God?

Hearing what his only sister called him, Yang Jian's eyes crossed a wisp of despair.

Didn't even the second brother scream?

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long time." The expression of regret flashed on Yang Jian's body, except for the Jade Emperor Queen Mother and the three ancient gods, no one noticed this, Yang Jian once again became the ruthless judicial god, free and easy.

"Despicable villain, you give me your life!"

Seeing the familiar look of superiority again, Agarwood was provoked to accumulate hatred in his heart, and he held the Heavenly God Axe and killed it.

Boom!

A dazzling blade of light slashed out, and he cut off his uncle without leaving any emotion, eager to split him in two.

It can be seen that in the bottom of Agarwood's heart, the hatred for Yang Jian is deep, and the fierceness of the killing machine has reached an endless and unresolved point!