I was an immortal emperor in the Sui and Tang Dynasties

The Emperor of Heaven's wise eyes fell on the prehistoric world.

"Look, they are besieging Yang Jian."

At this moment, above the clouds, a great battle is going on.

Yang Jian had a stern look on his face as he waved the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand to resist the attacks of the seven masters. The leading monster was tall and hairy, holding an iron rod. The two sides fought together, and there were six masters besieging him.

"Yang Jian, I didn't expect that you would die here today." A monster with a pig's head and a human body laughed.

“Seven Saints of Meishan, I never thought that instead of being the gods of heaven, you would become the running dogs of Tiandao Sect.” Yang Jian’s face was indifferent, his whole body enveloped in green light, his profound skills circulated in his body, every move he made shook the mountains and rivers, his sword light cut off the sun and the moon.

"The Emperor of Heaven has great magical powers, but now the catastrophe is approaching. If we don't find a way out, we will forever be running dogs of the Heavenly Court." Yuan Hong sneered, "Why can you achieve the Supreme Truth, but I can't? Back then, our strengths were equal."

Yuan Hong's iron rod came down with a bang, and a powerful force came from the iron rod. Yang Jian's body shook, and a gloomy look appeared on his handsome face.

I don't know where Yuan Hong learned his magical powers. Compared with before, his strength is far behind. Yang Jian's strength is almost close to that of a quasi-saint, but he has practiced the Nine Revolutions Profound Art and is on the path of proving the truth with strength. He cannot kill the three corpses, and all his profound arts are used on his physical body.

In his opinion, the strength of Yuan Hong and his guys was just so-so, but now it seems that these people may have gotten an opportunity and their strength has become so powerful.

Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, a red light came towards him with a whistling sound. Yang Jian swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, making a sound of metal clashing. The huge force knocked Yang Jian several feet away.

"Why is your power so strong?"

Yang Jian looked at the monster in the distance with horror. It had a dog's head and a human body. It was none other than Dai Li, one of the Seven Sages of Meishan. Back then, he was not even as good as his Roaring Sky Dog, but now he had such powerful fighting power that his strength could even repel him.

This was obviously abnormal. "Yang Jian, there's still me!" Zhu Zizhen swung his sword and hit Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword, making a loud noise.

Yang Jian retreated again.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Dasheng and other monsters came forward and surrounded Yang Jian. They took their weapons and fought each other. Yang Jian was under great pressure and was in a panic. His hands and feet were sore from being killed.

If it weren't for his great magical powers, he would have been hacked to death by these guys long ago. But going on like this was not a solution. He didn't know what strange magical powers the Seven Saints of Meishan had learned, and their magical powers increased dramatically, almost on par with his own. It was almost hard to imagine.

"Yang Jian, today is the day you die."

Yuan Hong couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this, with a smug look on his face. The iron stick in his hand danced in the air, rolling up bursts of divine light. Every time he struck, it was as if a sacred mountain fell down, smashing Yang Jian's blood and making him churn.

Yang Jian felt that he had never been so embarrassed before. He was actually teased by his former defeated opponent. If this continued, he would probably die here.

"go!"

Yang Jian's body swayed and turned into a long rainbow, then flew away, wishing he could escape as far away as possible.

"Yang Jian, stay here! You can't escape today."

Yuan Hong laughed loudly and threw out his right hand. Then a large net appeared, spanning the void and blocking the rainbow light. Yang Jian suddenly felt a gentle force blocking in front of him, bouncing him back and falling into the siege of the Seven Saints again.

When I looked again, I saw a large net in Yuan Hong's hand, shining with green light, woven from willow branches. (End of this chapter)