"It's a bit of a skill, but it's a pity that you ran into us."

Wang Jian was too lazy to spit out this extreme demon realm that should have appeared in a hundred years before the Dryad could be cast, although there was a big difference.

However, the hostility is already doomed, and the best chance is for the dryad to be pinned by the Xuanyuan Sword and unable to leave.

So it doesn't matter how powerful the opponent is, whether it's so ferocious that it's hard to resist, you have to kill her.

He remembered that the dryad had never died, and was still at large a hundred years later, and finally died at the hands of the monk and the inheritor who was found after Yan Chixia's death.

Thinking of the inheritor a hundred years later, Wang Jian felt that Yan Chixia's luck was really strong.

Now he has a Xuanyuan sword, but in the second part, there is a method of returning ten thousand swords, and although the third part has long since died, he has sorted out a body of Taoism and the magic weapon that runs fast.

But these are irrelevant, Wang Jian puffed up his whole body and poured into the barrel of the gun.

The two guns and the incomparably fiery battle intent were boiling, surging and surging out, and the entire gun seemed to be shrouded in a layer of glow, which was dazzling and made people ignore it.

Yan Chixia was not far behind, and her breath was bulging. He didn't even look at Wang Jian, but at this moment, the two seemed to have cooperated countless times, and they had a tacit understanding.

The thunder in the palm slapped wildly, and the mana pulled the heaven and earth aura to carry out some kind of energy transformation in an instant, and the power of the thunder attacked wildly.

Boom Boom!

The power of the palm thunder was far beyond the past, bombarding the roots of the trees around it.

And one after another thunder rays spread towards the surroundings with the bombardment, frantically destroying the demonic energy and mana above.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!"

Seeing Wang Jian rushing away, Yan Chixia shouted angrily and slapped her palms.

A roar was deafening, and a huge hole suddenly burst out of the tree roots surrounding Wang Jian's front.

At the same time, Wang Jian's figure rushed out, and the sharp edge on the tip of the spear broke through the pitch-black roots that were blocking the dryad and wanted to push away the Xuanyuan Sword. The roots of those trees exploded, and then the tip of the spear slammed into the Dryad Primordial God.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The dryad was stunned, looking at Wang Jian and Yan Chixia incredulously.

"How, how is it possible!"

"Why is it impossible, evil does not prevail over good, this is not normal."

Wang Jian smiled, and the violent gun intent and gun qi broke out instantly, and the Dryad's Yuan Shen was suddenly struck by lightning, and there was a continuous roar from it.

"You don't have to die well, the lord of Montenegro will avenge me!"

The dryad roared violently, and the entire primordial spirit was blasted apart by the extremely sharp gun intent, turning into black gas and shooting in all directions.

The Yuan Shen exploded, and the body also exploded, and the Xuanyuan Sword fell to the ground with a clang, but it instantly turned into a streamer and returned to Yan Chixia's hand.

Wang Jian looked at this kind of means, but thinking that he didn't use a sword, he didn't feel jealous.

"Brother Wang, thanks to you, otherwise even if I can barely defeat this old witch, I will definitely be run away by him."

Yan Chixia stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said happily.

He was in a really good mood, and the thousand-year-old monster had finally been killed. And it's not that the body is injured, it's that the original god is destroyed.

The destruction of the original god represents the complete destruction of the dryad.

This will also implicate the dryad itself, which will enter decay. Even if you are lucky enough to come back from the dead, it's just a general dead wood in spring, and it will take time for Lingzhi to become a monster again.

Being able to destroy such a big demon for the world is naturally worth Yan Chixia's excitement.

Wang Jian rolled his eyes when he heard this, but he knew that in the original plot, Yan Chixia was desperate to withstand the tree demon, and in the end, she took advantage of the fact that the tree demon Yuan Shen could not appear during the day to run away with Nie Xiaoqian's ashes.

What he thought in his heart, of course he couldn't show it, but he laughed loudly: "Yan Daxia, kill the old demon today, and celebrate." ”

Therefore, this guy is really insidious, and he is thinking about how to get more benefits from Yan Chixia.

As the saying goes, if there is one, there are two.

Now that you have obtained the palm thunder, it is not impossible to plan the others.

"Yes, yes, it's time to celebrate."

Wang Jian nodded in agreement, this ability is his proposal. But soon, he hesitated: "But Yan Daxia, who is the Black Mountain Master in the mouth of the Dryad?" ”

This cliff is deliberate, in order to rely on Yan Chixia.

He knew that the tree demon had married Nie Xiaoqian to the old demon of Montenegro as a concubine. Now Nie Xiaoqian is not only taken the lead by him, but also ready to occupy it for a long time. This will inevitably be against the old demon of Montenegro, and it is safer to have a master by his side.

Although he is confident, he doesn't think he can withstand the old demon of Montenegro.

There is an immortal cultivator by the side to do the output, and self-confidence comes. Especially the scripture book in his hand, the cow is in a mess, and even the old demon of Montenegro has to kneel, which shows how precious it is.

Yan Chixia doesn't seem to know much about this product, but there are so many treasures in her hand. If it's not a clear love story between humans and ghosts, he's the main character.

After listening to Wang Jian's words, the smile on Yan Chixia's face retracted, and she was obviously very jealous: "He is also a thousand-year-old demon, and it is rumored that he occupies one side of the underworld and becomes a demon king-like existence." ”

"Is that going to get us in trouble?"

"Hmph, the soldiers will block, the water will cover them, I've endured them for a long time, who have I Yan Chixia been afraid of."

Wang Jian couldn't help but whistle, picked up his kitchen knife, and inspected this messy place.

"Yan Daxia, the Tree Demon's Yuan Shen has been blown up, will there be any treasures left?"

"That's the Yin God, it is said that there should be remnants of being blown up."

Yan Chixia's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she immediately began to pull the dirt to find it.

Wang Jian stood aside and watched, this is all experience, and he should do the same next time he kills the demon.

But what the Yin God is, he doesn't understand it a little, and I think it's the Yuan God he thought before.

It didn't take long for Yan Chixia to stand up, and there was an extra broken black bead in her hand.

"Sure enough, it's here, but it's all the condensation and crystallization of the mana of this monster, and the demonic aura is strong in it, but it's not suitable for us human cultivators."

Wang Jian looked at that thing, and always felt that it was a little similar to Jiaolong Neidan, thinking that it was almost the same nature.

"Yan Daxia, this thing is useless to us cultivators?"

"Well, the demonic aura is pervasive, the magic power is surging, and if we Terran cultivators absorb it, it will erode the body. Of course, if the demon cultivator is different, but that is against the way of heaven and is not advisable. ”

Wang Jian's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Yan Daxia, since it's useless, it's better to leave it to me." ”

"Don't you want to absorb it?"

"Of course not."

As he spoke, he took out the picture scroll in his backpack and opened it: "Xiaoqian, the tree demon has been killed by us, come out." ”

The words fell, and a yin aura spread from the picture scroll, and Nie Xiaoqian's figure fluttered and landed beside Wang Jian.

When Yan Chixia saw her, she subconsciously held the Xuanyuan Sword.

Wang Jian hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop: "Wait for Yan Daxia, this is Nie Xiaoqian, my little concubine." ”