Yang Jian saw Sun Wukong and the Silver Horn King fighting, and he was not to be outdone.

He lifted his three-pronged halberd and slew it towards the Golden Horn King.

Only the Bull Demon King was a little depressed, Sun Wukong was against the Silver Horn King, Yang Jian was against the Golden Horn King, only he was one step slower and did not grab the opponent.

"I said, "Three eyes! You can take it easy! If it doesn't work for a while, remember to ask Lao Niu for help!"

The Bull Demon King spoke beside him.

"Don't worry! It's just a little monster! When I, Yang Jian, was in Heavenly Court, how many demons were killed!"

Yang Jian had a cold face and killed the Golden Horn King.

The Golden Horn King sneered and said, "Little demon, do you think that this King is one of those little demons that you can suppress at will? Then I have to tell you! You are so wrong!"

The Golden Horn King confronted Yang Jian, and in terms of strength alone, he was naturally not Yang Jian's opponent.

Yang Jian is the god of war in the Heavenly Court, and when he was in the Heavenly Court, he passed through countless battles.

And what about the Golden Horn King?

He is just a boy beside Taishang Laojun, and his management is just alchemy and firewood.

But the Golden Horn King was not flustered at all in the face of Yang Jian.

The three-pronged and two-edged blades slashed through the void, cutting out the traces of the Dao, and chains of order appeared, like silver phoenixes bathing in fire, extinguishing everything.

"King of the Golden Horn, if you only have this ability, then you can die!"

Yang Jian spoke indifferently, and between turning his hands, he suppressed the Golden Horn King.

The Golden Horn King laughed and said, "Yang Jian, Hugh is rampant, look at my means!"

He took out the purple gold red gourd, and on the gourd, there was a mysterious Dao pattern engraved on it, and a roll of qi waves was spreading out, with a mysterious aura.

"Yang Jian, I called you, do you dare to agree?"

The Golden Horn King stood above the void, holding a purple gold red gourd, and sucked it at Yang Jian.

"It's—"

Between Yang Jian's heavenly eyes, the divine light shot out, reflecting the four directions.

"Purple Gold Red Gourd! And the Seven Star Sword!"

Yang Jian said suspiciously, "This is not Taishang Laojun's thing, how can it be in their hands!"

Yang Jian used to be a judicial god in the heavenly court, so he naturally often dealt with Taishang Laojun.

What is the purple gold red gourd! It is the thing that Taishang Laojun contains the elixir!

Naturally, he knew it all too well.

When the Silver Horn King took out the Seven Star Sword just now, he was just a little puzzled, but now when he saw the purple gold red gourd, he instantly recognized it.

This seven-star sword and purple gold red gourd are not the treasures of Taishang Laojun.

"Yang Jian, I call you, do you dare to agree?"

The Golden Horn King saw that Yang Jian was not hit, but he was a little annoyed in his heart.

Why doesn't this Yang Jian play cards according to common sense, I call you, you don't agree, it's too rude!

Where did Yang Jian care about his words at this time, he looked at the Golden Horn King coldly, and said, "Where did you steal this purple gold red gourd?

Taishang Laojun is transcendent in the heavenly court, Yang Jian is naturally very clear, if the golden horn and the silver horn are involved behind the Taishang Laojun, then today's affairs are a little troublesome.

Yang Jian is not afraid of Taishang Laojun, and if today's incident is planned by Taishang Laojun behind his back, then he will inform everyone to make plans early.

When he was in Heavenly Court, Yang Jian had actually seen the Golden Horn and the Silver Horn, but at that time, how could he notice the two alchemy boys.

And after the silver horn and the golden horn became demons in the lower realm, their appearance changed greatly, and it was in this way that Yang Jian did not recognize the silver horn king and the golden horn king.

"What is the old king! This king doesn't know at all, this king only asks you, I call you, do you dare to agree! If you are not a coward, you will answer this king!"

The Golden Horn King scolded and said, "Yang Jian!

"What a thief! He has great ability, and he can steal Lao Jun's things!"

How could Yang Jian ignore him, and said disdainfully, "But if you think that a purple gold red gourd can defeat Benjun, then you are too naïve!

The three-pronged and two-edged sword went straight to the Golden Horn King, and the murderous aura was turbulent, rolling up a raging tide, and killing the Golden Horn King.

The Golden Horn King really didn't expect that this was the case, Yang Jian should not be him, and the purple gold red gourd could not exert its maximum power at all.

"Yang Jian, you think that in this way, this king will not be able to deal with you!

The Golden Horn King held the red gourd of funds in his hand and pinched out a trick.

The ripples of the avenue spread, rolling up a wave of qi, and the innate Dao Wen manifested out, and with a terrifying killing, it rolled towards Yang Jian.

"It's not me, it's you!"

Yang Jian sneered, and the three-pronged and two-edged blades slashed through the void, splitting the innate Dao pattern into two.

He carved out the space, his hair danced, like a demon god, this piece of heaven and earth, under his attack, turned to ashes with a blow, and there was nothing left.

"Damn! Yang Jian is rampant!"

The Golden Horn Dynasty slapped the purple-gold red gourd, but saw that among the gourds, eighty-one fire dragons rushed out.

Ninety-nine eighty-one fire dragons swept through the void, steaming everything, with the power of burning the sky and boiling the sea, and the entire sky became a sea of fire.

Breathing became hard, and the blood evaporated.

The shocking waves went to the sky, thousands of terrifying waves surged, and eighty-one fire dragons besieged Yang Jian, with a kind of earth-shattering power of crying ghosts and gods.

Even the Bull Demon King on the side couldn't sit still, and said loudly, "Three eyes!

Sun Wukong, Bull Demon King, and Yang Jian are fighting and fighting, but when it comes to the critical moment, they will still lend a hand.

Who is the senior brother has not been separated for the time being, but the brotherhood between them is indeed already there.

Yang Jian looked at the eighty-one fire dragons, sneered, and said, "I should still be the Liuding Armor Fire in the Laojun Bagua Furnace, and the worst thing should be the Samadhi Divine Fire!

"It's ridiculous, five hundred years ago, Sun Monkey was forged by the Samadhi Divine Fire day and night in the gossip furnace, and he didn't die!

Yang Jian didn't look at the eighty-one fire dragons, and slaughtered into the sea of fire.

Nine turns of Xuangong worked, and his body faced the eighty-one fire dragons, black light flickered, and wisps of silver divine chains shot out from his heavenly eyes.

Airplanes!

Everywhere Yang Jian passed, eighty-one fire dragons were screaming, and the clusters of flames were absorbed by him between his bodies.

His body looked more and more powerful, bursting with brilliant light, spreading out circles of ripples.

The three-pronged two-edged halberd struck down horizontally, and with one blow, the purple-gold red gourd in the hands of the Golden Horn King was knocked down.

With a move of his hand, he put away the purple gold red gourd.