Of the ten golden crows, nine of them were lost, and only one of them remained.

Such a change spread throughout the entire Three Realms in an instant, making the immortals frightened. In the Taiyin Star, a fairy who has been flying for thousands of years stands in front of the Guanghan Palace, in the crystal jade forest like water, looking at everything that happened in the direction of the heavenly court.

A similar scene, generally chasing the sun, gave her a sense of time and space confusion, as if she had returned to the past.

"Hou Yi!" The petal-like cherry lips opened, muttering the name, and in the body of the man in white, she saw the shadow of her beloved.

"Die!"

The little golden crow fled frantically, getting closer and closer to the Nantianmen, and was in sight. Marshal Tianpeng and General Rolling Shutter led hundreds of thousands of troops to kill, and when Xiao Jinwu entered the South Heavenly Gate, he would take this last Highness back.

However, this last distance is the end of the world.

Yang Jian, who was chasing behind Xiao Jinwu, got closer and closer to Xiao Jinwu, opened his palm, and grabbed Xiao Jinwu's head.

Take off his head, fulfill his promise, and avenge his parents and brothers!

Sensing the attack of the crisis behind him, Xiao Jinwu turned around and raised the Sun Golden Shield in his hand, trying to block the blow.

Syllable!

Unexpectedly, an accident happened.

A white-clothed Shengxue, three thousand silver-haired dancing figures suddenly appeared, blocking in front of Xiao Jinwu.

An understatement of palm power was slapped out, and the latter came first, blocking Yang Jian for Xiao Jinwu.

Boom!

The palms intersected, and Yang Jian, who was already supported by the courage in his heart, was like an electric shock, and he couldn't help but retreat.

Crystal blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he stumbled under his feet, almost falling to the ground.

"It's you!" Glaring angrily, Yang Jian looked at the man in white who saved Xiao Jinwu at the last moment in disbelief, and spit out these two words.

"Yang Jian, it's almost." Ming Xiaoyang put his left hand behind his back, faced Yang Jian, and said in a light tone, "If Xiao Jinwu also dies, there will be no light in heaven and earth forever, and there will be no warmth." ”

"The Jade Emperor killed your parents and eldest brother, and you also killed the Jade Emperor's nine sons, and you really counted it, and you still earned six."

"You!" Xiao Jinwu, who had survived the catastrophe, stood behind Ming Xiaoyang, and when he heard this, he was almost angry, and he couldn't wait to give the other party a hard blow now.

Is this a fucking human thing?

Yang Jian's eyes were extremely cold, and he roared: "It's not enough, it's never enough, I have to kill the Jade Emperor's family to vent the hatred in my heart." ”

"Get out of the way!"

Even if Ming Xiaoyang helped him in the past, but in this environment, Yang Jian is full of hatred, not to mention that he is a life-saving benefactor, even if the master is in front of him, he has to take action.

Boom!

The five fingers of his right hand were put together, turned into a palm knife, and slashed down fiercely, wrapped in a thunderous momentum, aimed at Ming Xiaoyang.

Syllable!

Ming Xiaoyang lightly stretched out a finger and pointed it in the void, facing Yang Jian's palm knife.

If Yang Jian's palm knife is a groundbreaking blow, then this finger of Ming Xiaoyang is the origin of everything.

Xuan Immortal Battles Golden Immortal!

Yang Jian is talented, in just over ten years, he has cultivated to the realm of Xuan Immortals, and under the outbreak of anger, he has almost exerted a combat power that is not inferior to that of Jin Xian.

But in front of a real golden immortal, the gap is too big.

Fingers pointed at the palm knife, Yang Jian's body trembled, blood was dripping, and he kept retreating, and his face became extremely pale.

"Yang Jian, Ben Zhenjun will teach you today, no matter how great a person's strength is, unless he has the ability to change the way of heaven, he can only obey the mandate of heaven."

Ming Xiaoyang was unforgiving, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Yang Jian again, his right hand grabbed out again and again, and he never left Yang Jian's vital body.

Qi Sea, Divine Court, Baihui, etc., the major acupoints were caught one after another, and the pure mana followed Yang Jian's body, swimming all over his body meridians and bones.

Poof!

Mouthfuls of blood were constantly spurted out, and the way of freedom was fought for the love of relatives, and the scene was one-sided.

Yang Jian, whose mana was exhausted, was not Ming Xiaoyang's opponent at all, blood was spilled on his clothes, and his body trembled.

Taking advantage of the passage where Ming Xiaoyang made a move to deal with Yang Jian, Xiao Jinwu had already taken the first step and retreated into the Heavenly Court's army.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has an order to order you to go and see him quickly." After saving the little golden crow, Marshal Tianpeng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, this life was saved.

If His Royal Highness the Little Golden Crow is also dead, then there is no need for His Majesty to speak, and the others will have to tear him up to be happy.

Seeing that the Demon Suppressing True Monarch stopped Yang Jian, Tian Peng pursed his mouth, and motioned to several Gong E's who followed out to support Xiao Jinwu, who was not lightly injured, and said to him like this.

Boom!

After dozens of moves, Ming Xiaoyang was no longer interested in playing.

The five fingers of his right hand were clenched, and he punched out fiercely, bombarding Yang Jian's chest, knocking him down from the sky.

All of this is tedious to say, in fact, less than three breaths have passed, and Yang Jian was seriously injured and fell to the mortal world.

"Yi!" At the right time, a shadow of Shengxue in white appeared, with a waist like a su, eyebrows like willow leaves, a delicate body with a concave and convex body, a cold and noble temperament, and killed all the cold beauties in the world in seconds, which only made people wonder if she was an iceberg.

Chang'e, the fairy of the Moon Palace, saw the same picture of chasing and killing the top ten golden crows, and the memories of the past blurred everything, and mistakenly recognized Yang Jian as the long-deceased Hou Yi, and saw that Ming Xiaoyang shot Yang Jian down from the sky, and exclaimed.

Swish!

A white Lian flew out of the wide cuffs and rolled towards Yang Jian, trying to pull him up, but under the force of a finger, it shattered.

Tear and pull!

Broken white silk flew and filled the sky.

"Fairy Chang'e, Ben Zhenjun fully understands the mood of wanting to find a second spring." On the beautiful and cold face, sadness from the heart emerged, Chang'e looked at Yang Jian's falling body, and her heart was inexplicably painful, just like when she abandoned Houyi in the past and flew to the Heavenly Palace.

Unexpectedly, a flirtatious voice sounded, reached her ears, and woke her up from her dream.

"It's just that please think about your current identity first, you are a person from Heavenly Court, Yang Jian is currently the enemy of Heavenly Court, and there are hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals next to him, please pay attention to it a little!"

Ming Xiaoyang looked Chang'e up and down, and the mana beamed into a line, awakening Chang'e's consciousness.

The waist is like a plain, the eyebrows are like willow leaves, and he is wearing a robe as white as snow, perhaps because he can't stand the cold from the Guanghan Palace, and he is covered with a blue and white robe.

It is not unparalleled in the world, but it has a chill that ordinary women cannot have, compared to the Snow Girl around him, Concubine Yan, Moon God, Da Shao Si Ming, Yan Hongye and other women, the appearance may not be better, but that Chu Chu is pitiful with a bit of noble and elegant temperament, but it is enough to arouse any man's desire to conquer.

The first beauty of the Three Realms may be a bit exaggerated, but it is not a lie.

Chang'e woke up from her dream, her eyes were frosty, and she looked at the white-clothed and white-haired man not far away.