For the Jade Emperor, everyone in the world is an enemy.

But for Yang Jian, why not?

He is under the mandate of heaven, and the way of heaven has the intention of letting him rule the world, but not only the Jade Emperor can detect it.

The six saints of the heavens, the four emperors, the five elders of the five directions, and even the thousands of scattered immortals within the Three Realms, many of them can know one or two.

The Three Realms changed hands, and the heavens and the earth were in chaos.

Who doesn't want to take advantage of this chaos and give yourself an extra piece of the pie.

And the center point of this chaos is on Yang Jian.

As long as Yang Jian does not die, the luck of the Heavenly Dao will always bless Yang Jian.

In the end, under the Heavenly Dao, he will gradually step by step and gradually ascend to this supreme position.

Therefore, within the Three Realms, anyone who has a different heart wants Yang Jian to die.

The crape myrtle emperor in front of him is one of them.

Emperor Ziwei is the head of the Four Emperors and the first person under the Jade Emperor of the Three Qing Dynasties.

It stands to reason that the Jade Emperor is transpositioned, and the most deserving person is his crape myrtle.

He had already surrendered to Haotian once, and if he surrendered to Yang Jian again, he would probably be unwilling.

Haotian, he is the boy of Hongjun Daozu, his identity is equal to that of a disciple, and he can make friends with his peers in Sanqing.

Even if he is a Sanqing saint, when he sees Haotian, he will give him a thin face and respect his position as the lord of the Three Realms, so he Ziwei naturally doesn't dare to say much.

But what is Yang Jian, his identity is a disciple of Yuding Zhenren, a third-generation disciple of the Sect.

And his own Ziwei Emperor, his mother, is the Yuan Shi Tianzun maidservant Doumu Yuanjun.

He is also a third-generation disciple of the Teachings.

Since you are a peer, the Heavenly Dao can be carried on you, why can't it be carried on my crape myrtle.

A sword, slash down!

In front of the Ziwei Emperor, the Ziwei Emperor's sword was finally condensed.

With his supreme supernatural power, he poured it into this sword, and slashed down towards Yang Jian's body.

This sword, that is, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who also carried the purpose of governing the world, has never received it.

Emperor Ziwei didn't believe that Yang Jian could survive under this sword.

Don't say that Emperor Ziwei doesn't believe it, the eleven great Yao Xingjun, Beidou Qiyuan, Zuofu Youbi, Santai Xingjun, Nandou Liusi, Zhongdou Sanzhen and other gods behind him, no one believes that within these three realms, who can stop this sword.

Unless, it is the six saints of the heavens who have jumped out of these three realms.

Or, it is the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

If the saint does not come out, anyone within the Three Realms will surely die under this sword.

These people, one by one, had a smug look on their faces.

No matter how strong Yang Jian is, he can still be stronger than Emperor Ziwei.

What kind of bullshit Heavenly Court Justice Heavenly God, the first god of war in the Three Realms, is not going to die under this sword.

These people who were trapped by Emperor Ziwei, their expressions were all shocked at this moment.

Although they didn't know this sword, they also felt the power of this sword.

This sword is not aimed at them.

It's just one in ten million of the aftermath that has affected them.

But even so, the six monsters in Meishan have already vomited blood.

As for the howling dog, which was already extremely injured, it has returned to its original form.

The Yuan Tu sword is out, unrivaled in the world!

In the sky, Ao Cunxin glanced down at Erlang God, and a trace of tears slipped from the corner of his eye.

In his heart, hasn't he always regarded Chang'e as his beloved?

Isn't it, never yourself?

Well, I will die for him, I want him to live forever and remember forever, he can live because of himself.

She wants Yang Jian, and she will be ashamed of herself all her life.

Ao Cunxin stepped sideways, blocked Yang Jian with his body, and helped Yang Jian block this Yuan Tu Yi sword.

Boom!

Ao Cunxin closed her eyes, she was quietly waiting for death.

As a result, one breath, two breaths, three breaths......

Ten breaths passed, and Ao Cunxin found that his consciousness was still there.

She's not dead?

Ao Cunxin was puzzled, how could this be?

With her, it was impossible to block the blow of the Yuan Tu Sword.

She should be scattered, she should live forever and live in Yang Jian's heart.

She gradually opened her eyes.

She wanted to see what was going on.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a majestic figure, blocking in front of her.

The man is like a great mountain.

Even if the sky falls, it seems that this person will help himself to bear it and not let himself suffer half of the pain.

And this person, Ao Cunxin is very familiar.

Yang Jian.

Burst!

Yang Jian turned his head, glanced at Ao Cunxin, and showed a relieved smile after finding that the other party was fine.

It's just that this smile just appeared, and a mouthful of blood finally couldn't hold back anymore and spurted out directly.

The blood splashed on Ao Cunxin's heart, and it rekindled her heart, which was already like lime.

"Why?"

Ao Cunxin asked in disbelief.

She asked, very slightly.

She was afraid, afraid that it was all fake.

I'm afraid that if I speak loudly, I'll break the scene in front of me and tell myself that it's just a fantasy.

"Ben-kun, are you allowed to die?"

Yang Jian wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at the Ziwei Emperor in the sky again with a bloody body.

Emperor Ziwei also showed a smile, just now, this Yang Jian resisted his sword.

Now, it has not fallen.

However, it is clear that it is already the end of the strong crossbow.

"Yang Jian, your death is approaching. I look at you, how many swords can you take from Bendi?"

Ziwei Emperor, the Ziwei Emperor Sword in his hand, pointed directly at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his mind felt the power of the Youluo body clone.

Five times as much.

He took five top-grade pills, and he guessed that this would allow the Ghost Luo body clone to reach five times his peak strength.

But, that's all speculation.

Even Yang Jian himself is not sure.

But now, he has truly felt the power of this vast sea.

Enough is enough.

"Ziwei, what are you?"

"Holding the Yuan Tu Sword, do you really think that you are the Styx Ancestor?"

"It's just a pig's nose sticking garlic and pretending to be an elephant. ”

"Kill you, why do I need to do it myself, just a clone. ”

After that, Yang Jian waved his hand casually.

Behind him, the ghost body clone soared into the sky.

Yang Jian's actions made Emperor Ziwei extremely angry.

He is the head of the Four Emperors, the Emperor of the Arctic of Zhongtian Ziwei, Yang Jian dares to insult himself like this.

He wants to incarnate into a sword, this sword, when it cuts through the mountains and rivers, the four seas and eight wildernesses, the heavens and all the worlds, and Yang Jian's body is completely destroyed, and his soul is scattered.

"Slash!"

As soon as the word fell, Emperor Ziwei's body was illusory, and his whole body escaped into Emperor Ziwei's sword.

With this sword of absolute annihilation, he wanted to really trample Yang Jian under his feet.

In this regard, Yang Jian chuckled.

"Go!"

also fell in one word, Yang Jian's deity, and he didn't even move.

The doppelganger of the Youluo body, holding the sword of the Heavenly Emperor, greeted the sword.

Clang!

A sonorous and powerful impact sound directly shattered this side of the world.

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