The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Seeing the mountain **** staring at the sea, Yang Jian sneered. The people in the Heavenly Court were indeed the same as Master said. There was a strong man who dared not do anything in front of him. .

Raising the Soul Breaker in his hand, Yang Jian pointed at the opponent and said, "Don't be afraid, today. Your opponent is me. My master will not do it."

As soon as Yang Jian's voice fell, Fu Hai's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and then he nodded and said, "My disciple is right. This general only watches the battle today and doesn't do anything. Don't worry."

Seeing the ridicule of the two masters and apprentices, Shan Shen's expression was a little ugly, and his heart was a little dissatisfied.

This Zhenhai Dragon Palace relied on the powerhouses in its own palace, such as forests, and did not put them in the eyes of such immortals, there was a trace of the appearance of the subordinates of the heavenly palace.

He is now standing at the home court, with the power of the mountains behind him, and he is not without the power to fight against the people in the Sea Dragon Palace. Thinking of this, the mountain **** looked at Yang Jian coldly, his supernatural power surged, as if he was planning to let Yang Jian let go.

"Speaking counts, don't interfere with covering the sea!"

The voice of the mountain **** was very loud, but the tone of the voice was really a bit stern, which made Fu Hai smile suddenly, nodded in cooperation with the other party, and then said with a sarcasm: "I see, when did this general deceive Tiangong? People, speaking naturally counts."

After receiving confirmation from the sea, the mountain god's eyes flashed red, and then he waved towards Taoshan with one hand, and a stream of light fell on the mountain. The mountain instantly covered a layer of runes, and the power on the mountain rose instantly. A lot.

When Fu Hai saw this scene, he was taken aback. This mountain **** intends to fight to the death, and actually imposed his own restriction on this peach mountain. If the other party does not die here, this peach mountain's restriction is probably difficult to open, let alone save the mother by breaking the mountain.

At this moment, Fu Hai glanced at the mountain **** in front of him, and it seemed that there were still a lot of **** people in this heavenly palace. It's just that it's useless to be bloody, you need to have strength.

At this time, the mountain **** opened his hand, and the array of spiritual energy began to condense, and a large number of flying stones began to gather, but a stone axe was formed in a moment. Although it is a stone axe, its power is not low, and it is a magic weapon of merit. Obviously it is a weapon that the fairy gods can possess first-class.

When Yang Jian saw this, his eyes shrank, and he was a little surprised. The mountain **** still had some means if he couldn't see it.

"Yang Jian, I am guarded here by the mandate of heaven. If you want to save your mother today, you have to kill me. But I think your cultivation is no different from shaking the tree. If you understand the gap between you and me, or Go back quickly."

The murder is not daring to kill, not to mention Yang Jian's embarrassing identity, the Jade Emperor is his uncle, and behind him is the Zhenhai Dragon Palace, saying that he is the most important household under the heavenly way. Who dares to say nothing?

Therefore, the mountain **** at this time had the idea of ​​scaring people away, hoping that Yang Jian in front of him would retreat.

It was just the Shanshen's operation, but Yang Jian didn't intend to appreciate it at all. A chill flashed in his eyes and said, "Noisy, don't fight, just talk nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Jian carrying the spear up, the murderous intent of the Soul-Splitting Gun in his hand suddenly changed the face of the opposing Mountain God, and he hurriedly lifted the axe to block the attacking Soul-Splitting Gun.

Feeling the murderous aura that hit him, the Mountain God couldn't help but be frightened. His eyes were full of horror and looked at Yang Jian in front of him. He was a little puzzled. This Yang Jian was young, where did such a strong murderous aura come from?

Although there was some confusion in his heart, the mountain **** did not dare to be careless. The spiritual power on his body was mobilized, and he planned to push Yang Jian back. Only halfway through, the soul splitting gun pressed on the top of his head was like a mountain, and a strong force came from the top of the mountain god's head. Came.

The mountain **** was shocked, and before he could react, he saw the Soul Breaking Spear in Yang Jian's hand press down, and when he lost his senses, he was crushed.

The fight hadn't been officially started, and Yang Jian was overwhelmed by Yang Jian, even if the mountain **** had a good temper, he couldn't bear it.

I want to be a dignified Taiyi Golden Immortal, although not better than the gang of metamorphosis madmen in Zhenhai Dragon Palace, but he is also a Taiyi Golden Immortal anyway, when has he suffered such a big insult!

"drink!"

With a roar, the mountain **** suddenly shouted, showing his power. A blue light flashed from the stone axe in his hand, and his body slammed up, blocking the soul-cracking gun that was pressing on his head.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and hurriedly took a step back. I also had a new understanding of the power of the mountain **** in front of me. Right now, I don't intend to waste energy with each other.

I saw Yang Jian's murderous aura surge, and he pressed toward the mountain **** again.

Seeing Yang Jian rushing up again somehow, the mountain god's eyes flashed a cold light, and then the stone axe in his hand slammed out, and a cyan light blade attacked Yang Jian.

Feeling the strong spiritual energy above the light blade, Yang Jian held the Soul Cracker and cut out two light blades and stopped him halfway. Did not let it come closer.

"A little capable, but I look down upon you."

The mountain **** saw that his moves were blocked by Yang Jian, and his heart was abrupt. He never thought that Yang Jian in front of him would block his moves so easily.

His eyes fell on the Soul Splitting Gun in Yang Jian's hand, and the mountain **** sneered: "It turned out to be an innate magic weapon, no wonder he dared to fight alone."

Looking at the Soul Splitting Spear in Yang Jian's hand, the mountain god's eyes flashed with greed, and there was also a faint unease in his heart. The Heavenly Court nominally rules the Dragon Palace, but it is not even as good as the Dragon Palace. He wants to be the mountain **** of Taiyi Golden Immortal. There is no innate magic weapon, but the true immortal in Zhenhai Dragon Palace in front of him has an innate magic weapon in his hands. How can this make him calm?

If the covering sea really didn't make a move today, he could consider taking the innate magic weapon in Yang Jian's hands.

Thinking of this, Shanshen's eyes flashed brightly, and Yang Jian had already lost his previous caution. On the contrary, the eyes are full of desire.

Yang Jian snorted when he saw this. He was naturally clear about what idea the mountain **** had made, and he was greedy, and he must have no good end today.

I saw the power of the mountain **** fluctuate at this time, but for a moment, a large number of rocks centered on Taoshan began to surge, and then went up to the sky one after another, under the squeeze of spiritual power, began to slowly gather.

A small mountain slowly formed in the air, only to see the mountain **** catching the mountain with one hand, staring at Yang Jian in front of him with cold eyes, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he wanted to suppress Yang Jian under the mountain today.

Looking at the hill that appeared out of thin air, Yang Jian's eyes were cold, his body fluctuated, and he secretly prepared. The hill in front of him should be the supernatural power of the mountain god, and it doesn't look very easy to deal with.

"Now it's too late to beg for mercy, leave the magic weapon, and the **** will let you go!"

Seeing that Yang Jian was on guard at this time, the mountain **** sneered in his heart. Sure enough, this Yang Jian was scared, thinking that the soul-cracking gun in Yang Jian's hand was about to be handed, the mountain **** couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Daydreaming, you are afraid that you will be hit in the head by a stone, but I want to see why you say such things so brazenly."

Yang Jian snorted coldly, then holding the Soul Splitting Spear, rushed towards the mountain god.

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