Feng Shen: I, Bo Yi Kao, will never be the Emperor Ziwei!

Chapter 92 One Ax, One Old Cousin (first order)

Outside Taoshan, it has been filled with heavenly soldiers unconsciously, [-]% inside and [-]% outside, airtight and water can't get in.

The silver armor was like the tide like the sea, and the sound of fighting shook the sky and mountains, and their target was only one person.

A madman-like figure rushed back and forth in the formation, with crimson hair unrestrained, that is the color soaked in blood.

"Whoever blocks me, die!"

The suppressed but hearty roar shook the sky, and every time the light bloomed, blood-colored flowers would bloom, making the ground under our feet more moist!

"Erlang~"

In the cage, Yao Ji's heart was about to burst.

She saw the scenes under Taoshan Mountain, saw the blood red eyes, and saw Yang Jian who looked like a wounded beast.

Killing, madness, and hatred like an abyss are swallowing him up bit by bit, trying to eat him up until there is not even a scum left.

"Chan'er, take your brother away." Yao Ji's voice was quick and firm.

Yang Chan shook her head, a lotus lantern flew out, and the blue flame covered the cage:

"Mother, the second brother won't leave until he rescues you."

"me too."

"If I take him away, he will hate me forever."

"I do not want!"

"But."

Yao Ji wanted to persuade her, but was interrupted by Yang Chan:
"Mother, I am also in this cage now, if you can't get out, I can't get out either."

"Why did you come in!!"

Only then did Yaoji realize the truth, and her eyes fell on Bo Yikao for the first time.

"Xiqi Jikao, I met Mrs. Yang."

Bo Yikao smiled slightly, and said to Yang Chan, "Chan'er, I leave this place to you, I'll go out and have a look."

"Ah."

At the foot of the mountain, broken limbs and wreckage have already piled up into a mountain. Yang Jian stands on the top of the mountain, numbly harvesting lives.

The world suddenly became hot, and the air began to distort at some point. The heat wave was rolling, and the blood was transpired, emitting a disgusting stench.

As if receiving an order, the heavenly soldiers receded like a tide.

Yang Jian also stopped, raised his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"You're not dead."

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

The noisy crows rang loudly, and the nine rounds of the sun descended brilliantly, surrounding Yang Jian in the middle.

"Yang Jian, today is your death day!"

Nine golden-armored gods will walk out, exactly the same, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

"Three-legged Golden Crow?"

Bo Yikao murmured, that pure Japanese origin cannot be faked, but wasn't the three-legged Golden Crow shot to death by Hou Yi during the Lich War?

Is it a scam?
Power blesses his body, the purple clouds in Bo Yikao's eyes seem to have thousands of stars that change endlessly.

At this moment, the color of the world changed, he got rid of the chaff and kept the chaff, and gained an insight into the source, which finally made him see something was wrong.

"It seems to be a fake corpse!"

Bo Yikao took a deep breath, the Golden Crow God General seemed to be full of vitality, like a big day covered everything.

But under that vitality, there are wisps of death energy constantly breeding, but it was completely burned by the domineering sun's real fire, so it doesn't show outside.

There are also the indifferent eyes of Shenwei, which are not ruthless, but empty!The hollowness of the dead!

These are the nine dead creatures!

"Hands are so black! This is how the nine fallen three-legged Golden Crows were refined into puppets! Using authority to transform them, they became the so-called Golden Crow God Generals."

Bo Yikao smacked his lips, and he was taught another lesson. Those old bastards really have no taboos when they become ruthless!
The current emperor turned the corpse of the former emperor's son into a puppet. Do those old immortals who remain from the monster race know?
Will you go crazy if you know?
Yang Jian moved, slashed down with an axe, the blade of the axe burst into bright white light, pierced through the air, pierced through the domineering divine flame, and took the head of the Golden Crow God!

"Ding!"

Three Golden Crow Wheels flew towards them, and were cut off in an instant, and the ax light was also eliminated.

The nine Golden Crow gods will move at the same time, and the real fire of the sun will burst out, burning the sky and boiling the sea, and engulfing Yang Jian in the blink of an eye!
"kill!"

Yang Jian raised his head to the sky and screamed, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu was running to the extreme, the torrential energy and blood turned into smoke and rose, the mana surged surging, the mountain-opening ax bloomed with brilliance, and the mysterious law was activated!
"Zheng~"

A beam of ax pierced through the sea of ​​flames, and appeared on top of a Golden Crow God General in an instant. The unparalleled sharpness smashed into pieces the Golden Crow Wheel protecting the lord, splitting it in two!
The hot Golden Crow's blood spilled onto the ground and turned into scorching magma, burning through the rocks, triggering a terrifying mountain fire, and burning all the corpses.

"The accomplices of the Heavenly Court deserve to die!"

Yang Jian was so red-eyed that even the evil spirit on the mountain ax was aroused, which made him sink into hatred and lost his reason!
When the real fire of the sun fell, the armor was burned through and melted, and his body was instantly torn apart, and the glistening and shining body was scorched black.

But Yang Jian just raised the ax of slaughter, step by step, and walked towards another Golden Crow God General.

White light bloomed, and golden-red flame flowers bloomed, like a rain of magma, making the surrounding temperature even hotter.

The corpse of the Golden Crow was split into two, the wound was smooth and clean, turning the earth into lava.

Inexplicably, Bo Yikao remembered a TV series in his previous life: "One mouthful for uncle, one ax for old cousin."

There are differences, but not many.

"The Golden Crow God General can't stop Yang Jian, so what will you do?"

Bo Yikao looked up, his eyes seemed to penetrate the endless void, and he saw the sky that day.

Lingxiao Palace!

The scene on Peach Mountain was naturally rebroadcasted by the Haotian Mirror in front of the Heavenly Emperor, although it was played on a split screen.

"He has entered the magic path." Haotian said suddenly.

It was quiet.

After a long time, he said again: "Let Taibai go down to the realm."

Now, the Queen Mother couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you going to kill him?"

Haotian remained silent, either by default or vacillation.

"no!"

The queen mother got up, and the vast power of the gods swept out, and the Lingxiao Palace was shaking, and a sense of oppression made countless gods tremble with fear!

The ruler of heaven is angry!

"This palace will never allow it. Countless years of planning will be ruined!"

"If you can't take it back, the Dao Fruit will be incomplete, and we will always be puppets!" Haotian said.

"After taking it back, Liu Sheng will understand in an instant, you and I don't even have a chance to be puppets!"

The Queen Mother's voice was sullen: "What are you using to fight to the death!
They even dared to plot against the master, did they really think they would not dare to kill you and re-establish the emperor of heaven!

There is something they dare not do!

Have you forgotten how Brother Hongyun died! "

Haotian was silent again, and slowly let go of his tightly clenched fists: "Let Taibai go down to the realm."

The Queen Mother's voice softened a little, but was still a little cold: "Recruitment?"

Haotian nodded slightly, with a slightly invisible amplitude.

"Then recruit!"

Taoshan has turned into a lava purgatory, where the nine Golden Crow Gods will all fall.

Yang Jian pointed the ax at himself, and indifferently cut off the flesh and blood stained with the real fire of the sun.

While Qi and blood surged, the wound on his body squirmed for a while, and new flesh and blood quickly formed, and he recovered in the blink of an eye, without leaving even a trace of scars.

After the wound healed, Yang Jian used his power to wash away the blood stains all over his body, took out another set of robes, put them on his upper body, and re-gripped the crown with the three-pointed double-edged knife.

After all this is done, the mountain ax lights up again
(End of this chapter)