Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

The shocking sound made ordinary soldiers fall to their knees.

"Yang Jian, can you take this blow?"

Real Huanglong let out a roar, and directly transformed into a real body of nearly a million feet, with a cold light shining on the golden scales.

He immediately spit out his dragon ball and turned it into a sharp blade.

Under the attraction of Dragon Ball, those five divine thunders actively merged into it.

This is the method of the real Huanglong, who fuses the five elements of thunder with his own dragon ball, refining it into a peerless killer.

People of the dragon clan have two things that are the hardest on their bodies.

One of them is Ni Lin, the Ni Lin of the dragon, if you get rid of it, you will die.

And the second is the dragon ball, which can be said to be indestructible, and it is the supreme killer.

"bring it on!"

Yang Jian looked at the colorful sharp blade, and there was a destructive aura of thunder on it, but he didn't have any fear, but was full of fighting spirit.

"Now Yang Jian is dead!"

"When Yang Jian dies, Xiaotiangou and the three-pointed two-edged knife will also be destroyed."

Nanji Xianweng looked at six directions, and instantly expressed his thoughts.

In his opinion, Yang Jian is no match for Master Huang Long, and the Five Thunder Talisman is unsolvable.

"This is not necessarily the case, but don't forget Yang Jian's Demon God's Eye, that is a peerless killer move."

"Looking at the real Huanglong, it seems that I have a predestined relationship with the West."

Medicine Buddha said slowly, his bright head looked very dazzling.

A hundred years ago, because Zhunti had a big bald head, there was a wave of shaving in Western religion.

All the disciples of the Western religion forget the mundane world and plant scars on the cover of the heavenly spirit to show their desire to seek the Tao.

For a while, Zhunti couldn't stop him, so he could only let his disciples mess around.

After all, he couldn't explain to his disciples that he was punished by heaven because he owed his mouth.

"Put away your way of transformation!"

Guang Chengzi snorted coldly, hating Westerners very much.

Working with Medicine Buddha now is only for the purpose of eradicating Jiejiao and Demon Cult.

On the other hand, everyone in Yin Shang was also worried about Yang Jian's situation.

Real Huanglong is one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, it can be said that he is the Daluo Golden Immortal of the older generation, but everyone still has no idea how strong Yang Jian, the new generation, is.

"My junior brother has the qualifications to be a quasi-sage, and he will definitely destroy the real Huanglong."

Looking at the people muttering in private, Mo Zunlou said slowly.

When everyone heard this, they could only secretly support Master Huanglong in their hearts.

"Yang Jian, catch that miscellaneous dragon and make soup for senior brother!"

Mo Zunlou opened his bloody eyes, and said softly to Yang Jian, but the voice was really clear.

When Jiang Ziya's Da Neng heard this, he immediately became furious and cursed at the demon respect building.

"Why, do you have any opinions?"

Mo Zunlou pulled out his weapon, and looked at Chanjiao and Western Sect disciples with murderous intent. The latter were all fearful. Even Guangchengzi and Medicine Buddha were not sure about defeating Chonglou. Let it go.

"Brother, there is no problem!"

"Please also prepare the utensils for cooking!"

Yang Jian's words made real Huanglong furious, and he has never seen such a bullying dragon.

"Yang Jian, die!"

"Thunder Half Moon Slash!"

Immortal Huanglong shouted angrily, and saw the five-element thunderbolt killing Yang Jian's head.

The magma giant with hundreds of thousands of feet is Yang Jian's demon body.

"If that's the case, then I won't keep it private anymore!"

"The eye of the demon god, judge the magic light."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian's eyebrows split open, and the eyes of the demon god appeared instantly.

Countless phantoms appeared in Yang Jian's eyes of the demon god.

"No, close your eyes!"

Daoist Ran Deng suddenly felt bad, that the eye of the devil god can actually evolve a demon.

Fortunately, he acted in time, otherwise most people in Dazhou would have inner demons and their Dao hearts would be shattered.

As soon as the Demon God's Eye came out, the sky and the earth turned pale, and infinite demon energy rushed towards Yang Jian's vertical eyes.

The next moment, Yang Jian's vertical eyes flew out directly, with blood dripping from them.

"vomit!"

A few timid foreign disciples of the Western Sect exploded directly. This is the horror of the Demon God's Eye.

"Then Yang Jian actually refined the Demon God's Eye into a spirit treasure."

Zhao Gongming couldn't help saying in admiration, the devil is really ruthless.

Refining one's own vertical eyes is something that a demonic person like Yang Jian can do.

"No!"

"The devil's eye evolved from the devil's flower. It is the acquired god's eye. It is a magic weapon itself."

"It's just that Yang Jian refined it into his body and connected it with his own lifeline."

"If the magic eye is there, people will be there. If the magic eye is broken, people will die."