"Yingzhao?"

When a monster with a horse's body and a human face and tiger striped bird wings appeared, Yang Jian's face showed a solemnity. +◆Top+◆Point+◆Small+◆ Say,

One of the ten saints of the demon clan, after the demon clan lost the heavenly court, it disappeared in the Three Realms, but it is not comparable to the seven saints of the demon clan such as Wukong and the Bull Demon King, who are now self-proclaimed, and they are really strong in the late stage of the Golden Immortal.

Yang Jian dealt with ordinary Golden Immortal early stage immortals, with his strength in the sixth turn of the Nine Turns Xuangong, he could easily deal with it, and he was not afraid at all. However, dealing with the power of the demon clan like Ying Zhao is obviously not enough.

Moreover, in front of this group of demon clan powerhouses, the grass-headed god in his hand gradually lost his martial arts, and after Gou Chen's side received reinforcements, his morale soared, and under the rise of one and the other, he was even more stressed.

"Kill, brothers, attack the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, let my demon clan show its strength again!"

"The demon clan is invincible!"

"Slash!"

A burst of shouts and killings sounded, and the powerful ** strength and actual combat experience of the demon clan powerhouses forced Yang Jian's grass-headed god and the Yaochi immortals led by the queen mother to retreat one after another, seeing that these demon cultivators were about to attack the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, only one step away from the formation of Zhou Tian Xingchen's great array.

Because the Zhou Tian Star Array did not have the auspices of the Jade Emperor Zhang Youren, no immortal god could do anything, unless he sat on the Nine Dragons Jade Bowl of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, and the jade seal could attract the power of the stars and form an effective protection for the entire Heavenly Palace.

Yang Jian looked at the menacing demon cultivator, and was angry and attacked, with double-pointed two-edged spears dripping blood, how could he resist the demon clan not afraid of death, and pressed forward step by step.

"Soul Snatcher!"

Just when Yang Jian was getting more and more struggling. Ying Zhao roared. The sound was like thunder. With an unbearable dementoring power, the subordinates of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun and the female officials led by the Queen Mother were all in the same place, and in the middle of this line, Ying Zhao showed the true body of the law, revealing a huge blood basin mouth, and sucked it suddenly.

At this time, these thousands of immortals will be sucked upside down under this heaven-swallowing giant mouth. It was to go straight into the mouth of the great demon and get the food in his belly.

Yang Jian's heart was horrified, and he hurriedly ran the secret method, and a divine light poured in from the heavenly spirit, walked through the hundred meetings, entered the purple mansion, came out of the forehead, turned into a white light, and suddenly shot towards the giant mouth that swallowed the sky.

"Poof!"

The two forces collided, making a small sound that caused the entire void to fluctuate. Under the vertical eyes of Erlang God, Ying Zhao also suffered a dark loss.

He hurriedly closed his mouth. These immortal generals suddenly rolled into a ball, and retreated behind Yang Jian with a pale face, their eyes full of horror.

Ying Zhao wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at Yang Jian with a cold face, and said: "This seat underestimates your junior, and I don't want to practice this kind of thaumaturgy to break my secret method, so let you take a look at this trick of Tianhe again." ”

The words came out of his mouth, and in an instant, the stars in the whole sky seemed to be obscured, and they became gray.

At the same time, bursts of acid rain fell from the sky, carrying a rancid smell that made people want to vomit.

When these acid raindrops hit the immortal general, the powerful corrosiveness made the armor on the immortal general's body unable to resist, and it was a big pothole when it was touched. The acid rain that dripped directly into the skin of the immortal generals was even more damaging, making the immortal generals who were already demoralized scurry around one by one, crying out in pain.

"Oops, such a spell, how can you resist it?"

Yang Jian reluctantly used Xuangong Gang Qi to protect his body, holding a powerful double-pointed two-edged gun, and he was helpless against this technique.

"Rush, sons, whoever first grabs the Zhou Tian Xingchen Great Array and wins control of the Great Array, this seat will reward him with 100 fox beauties!"

Ying Zhao gave an order, and all the demon cultivators screamed for a while, and rushed towards the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

"Get out!"

A strong shout suddenly appeared, and the powerful momentum made this group of demon cultivators stop together. At the same time, the awe-inspiring momentum on this person's body, with the aura of Zhongzheng Guardian, made the Heavenly Court Immortal General's disordered mood quickly recover, become less messy, and barely recover three points of combat effectiveness.

When everyone looked up, they saw an inconspicuous corner of the Heavenly Court, and a bare-faced, bearded, gold-armored, red-robed god man walked out. This person is holding a steel whip in his right hand and a hot wheel in his left hand, and his state is powerful and imposing.

"Wang Lingguan!"

Ying Zhao saw the person coming, and his face was stunned.

He let out a roar and shouted: "Wang Lingguan, you are the protector of the Taoist Sect, why would you help the Heavenly Court, aren't you afraid that the major affairs of your sect will be ruined, and several saints will remove you from the position of protector of the Dharma?"

He knew that the Taoist and Buddhist sects had been suppressing the heavenly court, and he wanted to use this kind of deception to see if Wang Lingguan's behavior was a personal act or a Taoist proposition.

If it is only Wang Lingguan's personal behavior, it is easy to deal with, but if it is the idea of Taoism, the demon clan will consider whether to come to this troubled water again.

Wang Lingguan is the head of the five hundred Lingguan, who has lived in the heavenly court for many years, nominally the protector of Taoism, but he receives the heavenly court, and runs around for the affairs of the heavenly court to suppress demons and demons all the year round.

Therefore, in Wang Lingguan's eyes, he can't control the matter of the Tao and the Buddha suppressing the Heavenly Court, so he will do his best to keep a peace for the Heavenly Court, so that the beings of the Three Realms will suffer less from the suffering of war.

After Wang Lingguan heard Ying Zhao's words, there was no expression on his cold face, and he said: "This immortal official helps the heavenly court to secretly cooperate with the way of heaven, why would it ruin the Taoist thing, why would it anger the saint." Yingzhao, don't be sensational, this immortal official is not afraid to tell you that it is a personal matter for the spirit official to come forward to protect the heavenly court this time, and it is also the responsibility of every courtier in the heavenly court. Ying Zhao, as a demon cultivator, should stay in the designated place and cultivate with peace of mind, why did you come to disturb my heavenly court, in front of this spirit official, he didn't retreat quickly. ”

While he spoke, he pinched and put the trick, and quickly drew a talisman seal in the void, and said "fast", the talisman seal spontaneously combusted without wind, and the sound of the avenue dispersed between the heavens and the earth, and the acid rain in the entire sky was immediately dispersed, and the clouds and fog in this sky were dispersed at once, and a piece of clarity was clear.

"Wang Lingguan, you forced me. Ying Zhao rolled his eyes, looked at the lonely Wang Lingguan, waved his big hand, and shouted at the demon general: "Kill me!"

Wang Lingguan threw the hot wheels in his hand into the sky, and the hot wheels spun around, and the ground was like rain, sprinkling golden soybean-sized particles on the ground.

He had words in his mouth, and the seal on his hand kept changing, and he shouted in his mouth: "Sprinkle beans into soldiers, yellow turban wrestlers, fight!"

Suddenly, thousands of golden wrestlers with thick breath appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of these demon clan cultivators.

Although the strength of these yellow turban wrestlers is not strong, and they are also very clumsy, they are better than those with rough skin and thick flesh, and they are not afraid of pain, but they are also on par with these demon cultivators. (To be continued......)