I was an immortal emperor in the Sui and Tang Dynasties

Yang Jian looked at the big net with surprise on his face. The willow branches were shining with precious light, which showed an extraordinary quality. No one knew what material they were made of.

His rainbow transformation technique is so powerful that his body is comparable to a spiritual treasure. With the blessing of the rainbow transformation, no ordinary spiritual treasure can stop him from moving forward.

But the other party actually sacrificed a big net and almost caught him.

"Yang Jian, we have been prepared for this." Dai Li laughed.

In fact, he was still very surprised in his heart. The magic net in his hand was made from the willow branches from Taoist Yangliu's body. Although it was a spiritual treasure, its function was no less than that of a spiritual treasure.

Throughout the years, they have used their magical treasures to capture countless opponents, but this time, they were completely useless in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's face was cold, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand was shining.

With a slash of the sword, powerful magic power came crashing down, and the void collapsed. At this moment, his whole body was shining with light, and three flowers burst out from his mud ball. He quickly injected all his magic power into it, wanting to die together with the Seven Saints of Meishan.

His magic power has reached its peak. If he doesn't take action now, he will probably die today.

"Brother, let's attack together." Jin Dasheng looked at Yang Jian who was trapped in the middle, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. He took out a net bag from his arms. It was shining with precious light and was also made of willow branches. It swayed in the wind and instantly turned into a big net.

Others like Yuan Hong also threw out their net bags, which turned into a big net. These big nets were originally from the same source, and now they were combined together, fitting together perfectly without any loopholes. Rays of light flashed, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet, trapping Yang Jian inside.

Yang Jian brandished the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, and powerful magic power whizzed out, slashing on the big net. The big net was shining, and no matter how the opponent chopped, it was useless. He could only see the big net shrinking.

Yuan Hong burst into laughter upon seeing this. He pointed at Yang Jian and said proudly, "Yang Jian, don't struggle in vain. This item was made by the original body of a Heavenly Dao Saint. Ordinary innate spiritual treasures cannot hurt it. Yang Jian, you can't escape."

Yang Jian, who was trapped in the big net, didn't care about all this. Instead, he held the three-pointed, double-edged sword and kept slashing with the sword, trying to split the big net in front of him.

However, it was just as Yuan Hong said. The three-pointed double-edged sword hit the net and immediately bounced back, without even being able to find the place where it could be applied. "Yang Jian, today is the day you die." Yuan Hong laughed.

However, at this moment, countless streams of light appeared in the sky, solemn and grand, full of majesty.

One of the rays of light passed through the big net and landed on Yang Jian.

When everyone looked carefully, they saw that it was a jade pendant.

"The Emperor of Heaven has mercy."

Just as he was about to ask, Yang Jian suddenly showed joy on his face, and he activated his magic power. A divine light fell on the jade pendant, and the jade pendant immediately emitted golden light. A powerful force came from the jade pendant.

Yang Jian immediately realized that his magic power was constantly increasing, and finally he let out a fierce roar, with supreme divine light emanating from his whole body.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword slashed out with great force, hitting the big net, and the net shattered.

Even if it was refined by the body of a Heavenly Saint, it would be of no use at this moment and turned into ashes under the power of the Heavenly Emperor.

"You can go die."

Yang Jian swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand again.

A powerful force burst out from his hands and swept in all directions.

The Seven Saints of Meishan, Fall! (End of this Chapter)