Several cultivators knelt on the ground and gritted their teeth, trying to stand up, but they couldn't do anything.

As for Wen Yan, he jumped in the direction of Yang Jian and stood beside him.

It's just that Wen Yan's forehead has begun to sweat.

"The host ......"

Wen Yan's eyes widened and he looked at Yang Qian, his eyes full of pleas for help.

After all, Wen Yan's dragon power came from Yang Qian's drop of dragon blood, so it was not pure.

With the strength of the Heavenly General's realm, using Long Wei to suppress so many cultivators was already her limit.

Moreover, these cultivators kneeling on the ground were also using their magic and divine power to resist Wen Yan's dragon might.

"Haha, it seems that Xiao Yan'er still has to practice. ”

After glancing at the girl who wanted to behead Wen Yan, Yang Jian smiled slightly.

Although she was being suppressed by Wen Yan, she refused to kneel.

She kept bending her knees, but they didn't touch the ground.

With the support of her hands, the girl was lying on the beach on the coast in a rather awkward position.

"Let me show you what the real dragon power is!"

After Yang Jian snorted coldly, he stopped running the Qimen Dunjia exercise, and the white light on his body gradually dissipated.

In its place, there is a majestic and majestic dragon might!

"Damn!"

With Yang Qian's suppression, the girl who refused to kneel on the ground directly knelt on her knees.

And Wen Yan was also relieved, and stopped releasing Long Wei, feeling relieved.

"Little girl, haven't you been kneeling all the time? Why are you kneeling now, do you want to worship me?"

Yang Jian walked up to the girl and squatted down slowly, his right hand wanting to hang on her face.

"Bastard!" "Smack!"

The girl violently opened Yang Qian's hands and looked at him angrily.

"Haha! It's tough enough, it's funny! I like to tame a fierce horse like you. ”

Yang Jian smiled wickedly and turned on Long Wei to the maximum!

And at this moment, everyone present, except for Wen Yan, was lying on the beach.

It's just that this girl is still strong and refuses to lie on the shore.

She insisted on holding the shore with her hands, beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Awesome!"

Yang Jian understands the power of his dragon power, and also admires the strength of this girl.

"Alright, the harvest begins. ”

He retrieved his new Pavilion Marquis Sword and walked over to several male cultivators.

"Hmm!"

Yang Jian smiled slightly, and in an instant, the Xinting Hou Sword and the Purple Electric Sword slashed through the necks of several people.

Blood spurted out, and a few more Tianjiao fell into Yang Qian's hands.

And the ones who fell were those few male cultivators.

"Ahh

Seeing the fall of the male companions around them, the remaining four women were all startled, and their faces were like loess.

"I never kill women, Xiao Yan'er, let them go!"

Wen Yan, who was originally walking towards those women, stopped.

"Let them go, don't kill them all, it's not good. ”

Wen Yan frowned, but he didn't object to Yang Qian's words.

Yang Jian is her master, she has no right to refuse the master's orders, and she will never object to Yang Qian's words, maybe, this is ......

The four women, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

Only that girl, even though her legs were sore, still stood up and looked down on Yang Qian.

"You're different. ”

Yang Jian glanced at the girl, turned around at the same time, and walked towards Wen Yan.

"I won't kill you, but you will answer me some questions. First of all, what kind of place is this!"

He turned around suddenly, his eyes blazing, staring at the girl with a lot of backbone.

The woman was not more than 18 years old.

“......”

The girl hesitated, but she didn't get tough with Yang Qian.

After all, now that the enemy is strong and I am weak, this girl is still very knowledgeable about current affairs, although her personality is very tough.

"This is the center of a little-known holy place, the Sea of Vision. ”

The girl frowned slightly, quietly observing the situation around her.

"Don't worry, I will do what I say, if I don't kill girls, I will naturally let you go later. ”

Yang Jian saw that the girl was a little suspicious, so she spoke slowly.

"What is the Sea of Spirits, where is it in the midst of the desolation?"

Seeing that the girl seemed to be hesitating about something, Yang Jian smiled slightly and continued to ask her own questions.

"Are you sure you want to let us go?"

The girl frowned and took a step back.

"Well, I wouldn't hurt a girl. What's more, it seems that two of you are not disciples of the Deadwood Immortals, right?"

Yang Jian snorted coldly and clasped his hands to his chest.

"How do you know!"

The girl was shocked, she didn't know why Yang Jian guessed that she was not a disciple of the Deadwood Immortal.

"Guess. The aura on your body is very pure, and you don't want to be a few people, you have the aura of **, especially that man. ”

Yang Jian pointed to the head of the man he had decapitated, and said disdainfully.

"Uh-huh!"

The girl straightened up and unhurriedly took out a teleportation charm from the space bracelet.

"Thank you for just circumventing my life, and if you have the chance, come to Luoying Island to find me!"

The girl smiled slightly, urging the talisman.

"It's far to the northwest! Thank you, we're leaving! Here's a map of the Sea of Vision, for you. ”

The girl bowed slightly to Yang Qian, and threw a scroll at Yang Qian, and then instantly teleported to another girl beside her.

The other two girls are getting more and more scared.

Because, they are the disciples of the Dead Wood Immortals, and they are not clean.

"Get out!"

Yang Jian frowned, turned around, and no longer paid attention to the two women.

"Gone. ”

Yang Jian walked to Wen Yan's side and gently hugged her waist.

"The host ......"

Wen Yan was taken aback by Yang Qian's actions, and his heart beat violently in an instant.

"Fly!"

Yang Jian lowered his head slightly and gently blew into Wen Yan's ear.

"Good...... Good. ”

Wen Yan nodded shyly and nervously, but his mind was blank with nervousness.

However, she pursed her lips and slowly flew into the air.

And Yang Jian gently hugged Wen Yan's shoulders, hung her waist, and slowly rose into the air.

"Master, your hand, a little ......"

Wen Yan lowered his head shyly, not daring to look at Yang Qian.

Because, Yang Qian's arm has been moving up slowly along Wen Yan's waist, and the way is close to ......