538: The true king turns into a demon and fights to the death without retreating
Yang Jian benefited from the protection of the ancient mantra, so he was still able to preserve more of his fairy spirit.
Otherwise, given the current environment in Heaven, even the Three Pure Ones and Four Imperial Guards would not be able to withstand it, let alone Yang Jian.
What I mean by this is not that I look down on Yang Jian, but because the demonic energy is so weird.
"That's it."
Yang Jian took a greedy breath, his narrow eyes slowly closed, and there was a look of relief on his face: "Then let's do it."
He had waited too long to see Zuo Chongming.
Now that this person has finally arrived, he can also relieve himself of his heavy burden.
Whoosh…….
As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Chongming reached out and grabbed him between the eyebrows.
Unexpectedly, his actions were not hindered in any way. The surging demonic energy in Yang Jian's body seemed eager to expel this thing.
So when Zuo Chongming's fingertips touched Yang Jian's forehead, it didn't look like the eyes were gouged out at all, but rather squeezed out by demonic energy.
Click~!
It wasn't until the bloody eyeball fell into Zuo Chongming's hand that the crisp sound of bone cracking reached everyone's ears.
There was a bloody hole in the middle of Yang Jian's forehead, and trembling red and white brains could even be seen through the hole.
This eyeball is different from an eye. It is embedded in the bone. Taking it out is equivalent to digging a hole between the eyebrows...
Buzz….
As soon as the eyeball came into Zuo Chongming's hand, it suddenly shrank.
It's as if the blooming flowers have been drained of their nutrients, and are visibly shriveled...
Following Zuo Chongming's thoughts, true energy seeped out from his hands, lightly wiping away the debris on the surface.
All he saw was a jade-like jade-like stone in his palm, only the size of a fingertip, with vague lines engraved on it.
"Tsk."
Longzu smacked his lips and sighed: "The news of the Nine-Character Mantra has been widely circulated, but no one has collected it completely in so many years."
"It turns out that one of them is Erlang Shen's third divine eye, hidden in this heaven. No wonder no one can collect them all."
Lan Yu glanced at Long Zu and said, "Have you forgotten that there is another one overseas? Zuo Chongming found it from Fangcun Mountain."
Ancestor Tianhu asked in a hoarse voice: "Now that eight of the nine-character mantras are found, where is the remaining one?"
"Hell."
"how do you know?"
Lan Yu and others suddenly turned their heads, with deep confusion in their eyes.
"infer."
Zuo Chongming said thoughtfully: "Each of the nine-character mantras has its own tendencies. The Erlang Shen mantra focuses more on strengthening the foundation and cultivating the body, calming the mind and nourishing the soul."
"Based on the analysis of the functions of other mantras, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion. The last mantra also tends to the soul, but focuses on attacks."
When Long Zu heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "For example?"
Zuo Chongming sneered: "For example, reincarnation, cleaning memory, tampering with consciousness..."
Ancestor Tianhu was shocked and said in horror: "You said you were going back, player...do you doubt..."
"That's right."
Zuo Chongming looked at Yang Jian, stretched out his hand to hold Ming Xiaoshan, and sighed: "But this is not important. What is important is how to survive the current disaster."
At this time, Yang Jian's body was wrapped in a strong layer of demonic energy, and his exposed skin was covered with black, dense lines like spider webs.
The hole between his eyebrows continued to squirm, gradually condensing into a whirlpool-like deep red devil eye that exuded ferocious aura.
His closed eyes have been opened, and the clarity in them has long since disappeared, replaced by surging resentment that is as real as ever...
Phew~!!
The eagle roared for nine days, and the fairy palace was shattered.
A giant eagle with rotting fur and wings spread nearly a hundred feet fell from the sky, and its claws as sharp as a spear swept towards it.
"I deal with it."
Dragon Ancestor frowned, and immediately stood up and manifested his dragon body. He raised his head and roared towards the giant eagle.
Seeing him suddenly throw out the dragon's tail, with strong demonic power, it fiercely hit the wings of the giant eagle, and the dragon's claws quickly entangled them.
"Hoo, ho..."
There was a heavy, foul-smelling sound of breathing, accompanied by the thunderous sound of drums.
All they saw was a Linma with foggy hooves and a demonic aura all over its body, smashing through the fairy palace and rushing towards Zuo Chongming and the others.
"Leave this to me."
Lan Yu suddenly fluttered his wings and took off into the sky, whistling blue flames that filled the sky, and rushed towards the dragon and horse with great momentum. The power of the phoenix was unstoppable.
"Woof woof!!"
There was a rapid barking, and the surrounding space suddenly distorted.
Without any warning, a monster with the size of a calf, covered in black energy and only two spots of scarlet appeared, biting Zuo Chongming fiercely.
The sudden attack forced Zuo Chongming to change his target. He turned around and attacked the vicious dog, and his sword was blazing to kill it.
"Damn..."
Ancestor Tianhu's eyes flashed with a faint light, and the nine tails behind him were raised like dart flags. He leaned forward and growled: "I'll wrap it around..."
Bang!!
Zuo Chongming struck out with his whip leg and kicked the Roaring Sky Dog directly towards the ancestor Tianhu. At the same time, he used his strength to move his body and continued to rush towards Yang Jian like an arrow from the string.
The series of emergencies may seem long, but in fact, only about a breath has passed since Zuo Chongming dug out Yang Jian's third eye.
The situation is changing so fast that it is hard to accept.
"Ha~!"
Yang Jian let out a slight sneer, and the magic eyes between his brows suddenly opened, shooting out a dark devil-like beam of light, hitting the sharp edge accurately.
Zuo Chongming felt his arm tremble violently, and the essence that had been condensed to the extreme collapsed in an instant, and his long body was buzzing and he was about to let go.
Ouch…….
A shrill dragon roar sounded.
But he saw Yang Jian standing up after patting the case. Demonic energy gathered in his hands, and a ferocious black dragon wrapped around his body. In a moment, it condensed into a three-pointed two-edged spear.
Ding dong~!
There was a loud bang like thunder, and the aftermath was visible to the naked eye.
Zuo Chongming struggled to hold the weapon, and suddenly kicked Yang Jian. When Yang Jian retreated with a groan, he unleashed the Emperor Wu Fist.
Wherever the punch passed, the ground exploded.
A long and slender straight line, several feet deep, burst out and hit Yang Jian's chest with a devastating force, shattering his armor.
Susu…….
Yang Jian seemed to feel no pain and swallowed the punch forcefully. The three-pointed and two-edged gun flipped in his hand and was thrown out, and dragon shadows suddenly appeared.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Like the ink dragon dancing wildly, it was unstoppable and enveloped Zuo Chongming like an overwhelming force.
There was only a clanging and violent sound erupting from inside, and from time to time the phoenix could be heard chirping and chanting, and then the prairie fire phoenix exploded, wildly destroying everything around it.
kill!
Yang Jian raised his hand to grab the three-pointed two-edged gun that flew back, and with a kick of his foot, it disappeared instantly.
When Zuo Chongming saw this scene, he didn't even think about it. He wrapped his arms around his body, turned around and let out a soft cry, then thrust his carbine back in an instant.
The beak of the phoenix is broken.
The phoenix flutters its wings and lights up the sky with blazing flames.
Yang Jian seemed to have arrived at his door. He happened to appear behind Zuo Chongming and saw Feng Ying coming towards him.
There was no room for reaction at all. He was directly pecked by the beak of the phoenix, and was then engulfed by the blazing flames.
But soon, along with a sad and choking dragon roar, a black light erupted with overwhelming force.
Only a looming shadow of a dragon was seen, and the demonic energy exploded in the sky. Not only did it scatter the phoenix fire in the sky, but it also engulfed Zuo Chongming with unabated force.
Phoenix fire starts a prairie fire.
The long spear in Zuo Chongming's hand shook violently, and hundreds of afterimages appeared in an instant, and the vivid shadows of phoenix birds flew out from among the shadows.
The roar of dragons and phoenixes echo each other.
The black water is blazing, covering the sky and the sun.
The surrounding ruins of the immortal palace, the wreckage of battleships, and the skeletons everywhere were quickly annihilated into ashes all over the sky under the aftermath of such a terrifying battle.
The uneven land was forcibly flattened by plows, and there was no edge visible at all. It was like a desert as smooth as a mirror.
"Bang!"
There seemed to be a thunderbolt from the clear sky.
A black shadow was vaguely visible falling from the sky, falling straight to the ground like a bird with broken wings.
Immediately behind was an afterimage trailing black energy, and following closely behind it, it turned into a demonic dragon and spewed demonic fire, making people shudder.
With the Tathagata's palm, the Buddha moves the mountains and rivers.
Zuo Zhongming stared at the demon dragon that was getting closer and closer to him. The real energy in his body was building up crazily, and he unleashed a palm with all his strength.
The palm prints are strong in the wind, and the deep chanting sound spreads in all directions. The moment the demonic energy comes into contact with the Buddha's light, it fades away as quickly as winter snow encounters the spring sun.
But this process only lasted less than half a breath. Yang Jian took the initiative to restrain the demonic energy and transformed into a thousand-foot-long demonic dragon and rushed over.
Ding dong~! Click!
Even though Zuo Chongming unloaded his three-pointed two-edged spear, he could not avoid Yang Jian's fist that followed closely behind.
His chest suddenly collapsed, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, a stream of blood suddenly spurted out of his seven orifices, and his breath suddenly became weak.
The hot blood sprinkled on Yang Jian's face, making his already ferocious facial features even more ferocious. He even stuck out his tongue to add some...
But the next moment, his expression changed.
Because he suddenly noticed that there was an unpleasant feeling coming from his body.
This, this feeling is like... like there is an extra hole in the body, and the power is constantly seeping out like a flood.
"Why are you licking it?"
Zuo Chongming faced his shocked and angry face with a sarcastic smile: "It seems a little late now that I know I regret it."
Before he finished speaking, the Guhong Sword was unsheathed.
Billions of sword shadows bloomed at Yang Jian's feet like holy lotuses, and the sword energy seemed to be able to tear apart the soul, swallowing him up in an instant.
"Ahhhh..."
The shrill and hoarse screams actually suppressed the roar of the sword.
Then there was the sound of the demon dragon wailing, and there was also the violent sound of the collision of gold and steel...
Long Zu and the others looked at it in horror, and saw a bright three-pointed two-edged gun whirling and sticking into the ground...
Then, they saw that Yang Jian was covered in wounds all over his body, his skin and flesh were deeply rolled, his armor was broken, and his clothes were in rags, and he flew out upside down.
Following closely behind is the vast sword river, as if the stars are falling from the sky, making people's scalp numb when they hear it, and they can't even think of competing.
"Beep!!"
At the critical moment, one of the giant eagle's talons was torn off by Dragon Ancestor, and it fluttered its wings and flew through the air, finally blocking Yang Jian's path.
However, its huge body had no effect at all. Only a shrill cry was heard, and the giant eagle fell silently.
Immediately afterwards, the dragon and horse rushed over, trying to carry the owner away from this place, but in an instant, a sword shadow penetrated the head...
And the black mist that looked like a roaring dog couldn't even get close to Yang Jian. It was crushed into slag as soon as it came within the scope of Jianhe.
The three pets fought tooth and nail to protect their master, but only bought Yang Jian a moment's rest.
This time was obviously meaningless. He could clearly feel that the holes in his body were getting bigger and bigger, and the loss of power was getting more serious.
"No!!"
The magic eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows suddenly opened, and a black light like a sharp arrow burst out instantly, piercing through the sword shadows upstream.
"Welcome Buddha to the West."
Zuo Chongming had a lotus growing at his feet, and he strode a thousand feet away in one step. He was in front of Yang Jian in an instant, and he brushed the magic eye between his eyebrows with a finger of the flower.
The rich, dark golden Buddha light bursts out from the fingertips, like a rising sun, bursting out with endless vast light.
Yang Jian only had time to open his mouth, and without even making a sound, he was instantly swallowed up by the light.
Everyone watched helplessly as his whole body was exuded with a strong, rancid, and disgusting billowing demonic aura, and his aura was visibly weak.
In just three or two breaths, Yang Jian completely melted into the world, not even the bones and dregs were left.
"puff……"
Zuo Zhongming was sure that he was really dead, his face instantly turned pale, he staggered and fell towards the ground.
Lan Yu quickly fluttered his wings and rushed over, held him on his back, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Zuo Chongming rolled his eyes with difficulty and complained about her nonsense: "Do I seem to be fine?"
"I didn't expect you to..."
Long Ancestor came later and looked at Zuo Chongming with a complicated expression.
The main reason why he fought fiercely with the giant eagle for so long and still couldn't defeat it was because the opponent was not a living being.
That guy's body was full of demonic energy, and he was just like a poisonous gas bomb. When Longzu faced the giant eagle, he always felt a sense of suffocation that he couldn't control.
But because Zuo Chongming had optimized his martial arts and replaced his spiritual veins with runes, he didn't need to worry about being corroded by demonic energy, so he could naturally let go of his hands and feet.
Therefore, even if Zuo Chongming cannot defeat Longzu, Zuo Chongming is actually stronger than Longzu when facing monsters.
Ancestor Tianhu paid careful attention to the surroundings and said in a fast voice: "Stop talking nonsense and find a place to rest first. It's not very safe here."
In fact, not only Long Ancestor, but also Sky Fox Ancestor was greatly affected.
After all, the special skills that Sky Fox is good at, such as charm and illusion, have no effect on monsters, and she feels quite frustrated.
"follow me."
Dragon Ancestor swept around, wrapped his big sleeves around several people, and instantly escaped underground...
In just a few breaths, he opened up a space thousands of feet underground and used a little trick to control the fluctuations in everyone's aura.
It was only then that Lan Yu and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay facelessly on the ground.
"Are you okay?"
Longzu glanced at him, frowned and asked: "If it doesn't work, let's withdraw first?"
"Can't die."
Zuo Chongming leaned on Lan Yu, took out the elixir from the spiritual ring and swallowed it: "But it will take at least three to five months to recover."
This is heaven, not the world, and the vitality of heaven and earth is very thin, so the replenishment of true energy or demonic power relies more on elixirs.
After taking a few breaths, he curled his lips and muttered: "Get out of here, I'm afraid that after we withdraw, we won't be able to get in again."
"Even if we can get in, I'm afraid we won't be able to find many clues. Don't forget Tathagata, Sanqing and the others are fighting Zhenghuan up there."
Long Zu was silent for a moment, then frowned and changed the subject: "By the way, why couldn't we understand what riddle you and Yang Jian just played?"
Zuo Chongming raised his eyelids and asked softly: "What are you referring to?"
"all."
Long Zu and others looked at each other and asked in unison.
Zuo Chongming licked his lips, took out the wine from his spiritual ring, took a sip, and said thoughtfully: "Then let's start from the beginning."
PS: I’m almost done with my work, so I can probably keep updating it once a day, with four to five thousand words.
It will probably take some time to get back to the previous 6,000, but I will try my best.