Sun Wukong didn't know what the purpose of the cowardice expressed by Yang Jian before, but judging from the current situation, the other party seemed to enjoy this feeling of indulging in battle very much.

The scarlet eyes are full of killing and ferocity, and it seems that only by completely tearing Sun Wukong apart can he use his blood to cover up the ferocity in his heart.

The opponent's fierce attack is still continuing, but all Sun Wukong can do at present is to dodge, and the severe pain in his chest affects his ability to release his special body in a perfect way.

Therefore, he could only barely dodge Yang Jian's attacks one after another when he faltered, and the other party saw Sun Wukong's posture, so he was able to catch up without the slightest slack.

Sun Wukong didn't want to waste his aura anymore, instead of playing a fruitless game with the other party here, it was better to fight hard, only to see Sun Wukong turn his head at this time.

Then he directly struck the fist that condensed the aura in the direction of Yang Jian, but I don't know if it was because the aura was too depleted or because of the numbness of the limbs, his attack was crooked.

I thought that this attack would be wasted, but who knew that Yang Jian was clever but was mistaken by cleverness, and instinctively moved in the direction away from the attack, but it happened to hit his fist.

The violent impact was constantly being applied, and it was still affecting Yang Jian's body one after another, but the other party obviously didn't care much about it, after all, Yang Jian could use the body protection aura to bounce off the attack.

"Stinky boy, your attack won't mean anything to me anymore, why are you wasting your aura so desperately?" Yang Jian was surprised by Sun Wukong's counterattack.

"I won't let anyone look down on me, let alone waste any aura meaninglessly, and as a monk, even if you give your own life, you must completely defeat the enemy."

When Sun Wukong was talking, Yang Jian in front of him suddenly became surprised, he didn't expect Sun Wukong to say such a thing: "Stinky boy, die with your faith." ”

When the other party's words fell, the fierce aura amplitude blasted down towards Sun Wukong's cheeks, and the speed was a little beyond Sun Wukong's range: "This blow will kill you." ”

The fierce aura was like a hurricane sweeping through Sun Wukong's body, and it was constantly tearing his clothes, but it did not hurt Sun Wukong's body at all, and not a drop of blood had yet flowed out.

"No way, how can your kid's flesh be so tough? You can't even tear the wind blade! Are you a cultivator? No, a body cultivator would never be as weak and unresponsive as you. ”

The other party was thinking about the current situation, and Sun Wukong would not waste such a great opportunity, I saw him take advantage of the situation to hit the aura towards Yang Jian, but this attack had another mystery.

"How many meaningless attacks are just in vain, are you~" Just when Yang Jian was surprised, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest, and then his eyes moved downward, but he saw the thing in Sun Wukong's hand.

"God Exterminator, how can you have this thing~" Yang Jian's eyes condensed in disbelief, this God Exterminator Pestle should have appeared in the hands of the Heavenly Domain Supreme, but why would it be used by this nameless mortal now?

When human beings are successfully promoted to the Divine Soul by virtue of their own efforts, their mortal souls will be liberated in some way, and sublimated with the help of a stream of immortal energy, and finally transform into the soul of the Heavenly Domain.

Only the soul of the heavenly realm can control the body that transcends the mundane, and the combination of the two can achieve the effect of feathering and ascending to the immortal, and only in this way can it truly show the behavior of stepping into the void and soaring freely.

And the divine soul can be said to be beyond the existence of the six realms, so if you want to control them, you must rely on some specific magic weapons, and this so-called god destroying pestle is this specific magic weapon: "How did you get it?" ”

"This thing? You don't need to know where it came from, but its usefulness will be used in your body to the fullest, so feel the ferocity of the gods! Sun Wukong now proudly sarcastic.

Then the ferocious aura swept out at the tip of the God Destroying Pestle, and attacked straight in the direction of Yang Jian: "I really didn't expect that this little black cone actually has such a strong power, it's really mysterious!" ”

"If it weren't for the specific reminder from this black cone just now, I might not have been aware of its existence until now." Sun Wukong whispered to himself in surprise, but his hands did not hesitate to stab out the god-destroying pestle.

Yang Jian, who was proud and complacent before, could only hide meaninglessly in private, his eyes staring at the god-destroying pestle not far away, as if he was worried that this thing would pierce his body: "Does this broken thing want to destroy me again?" ”

At this time, Sun Wukong has recalled all the previous pictures, although Yang Jian is strong, but he can suppress it with thunder and lightning, if the thunder and lightning are combined with this god-destroying pestle, I believe that it can create a strange effect.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong no longer had any hesitation, but immediately used the Tibetan Thunder in his palm to mobilize the meteorite thunder in the thunder stick, and turned it into a brilliant streamer, pouring directly into the god-destroying pestle.

With the wrath of the star thunder, the essence of the god-destroying pestle suddenly turned into a black essence light, and quietly blended into the atmosphere of this dungeon, even Yang Jian, who had the eye of the sky, could not distinguish the location of the god-destroying pestle.

It wasn't until the moment when the god-destroying pestle pierced into Yang Jian's forehead that the severe pain completely covered the timidity in Yang Jian's heart, and the piercing screams seemed to be deliberately venting the uncontrollable emotions in his heart.

"You, you actually ruined my Tianyan, Tianyan ~~~~" The voice was complaining, and lingered in the dungeon for a long time, but the blood flowing from his forehead still made him painful, and now Yang Jian instinctively fell to the ground.

The emotions of disbelief and surprise had completely covered Yang Jian's cheeks, and the blood intertwined with the tears in the corners of his eyes continued to drip into the water layer, and the ripples scattered Yang Jian's face again, making him look quite embarrassed.

Embarrassed from the heavenly realm to the mortal world, embarrassed to be trapped in this Nine Extremes God and Demon Tower, and finally lost his life in embarrassment, Yang Jian has been immersed in this embarrassment since a hundred years ago and can't extricate himself: "I, who am I?" ”

The words that suddenly floated out of his mouth made Sun Wukong feel surprised: "Who is he?" Could it be that the damage to the Heavenly Eye will still affect his memory? Impossible, shouldn't the eye of the sky be just a magic weapon? ”

With the gradual transition of time, Yang Jian's body gradually became stiff, and cracked textures appeared on his body!