[Yang Jian] Rebels always want to commit the following crimes!

As soon as Jin Ling finished speaking, Haotian Xiangyun's body in the chaos quickly condensed into a ray of golden light, which sank into the center of Jin Ling's eyebrows.

Haotian's consciousness is completely different from his weak appearance, his intrusion is domineering and powerful, every part of Jinling's consciousness is painful, the pain drips from his forehead, and his brows are tightly frowned.

33 The thunder in the sky rumbled, as if it could be suppressed at any time, Jin Ling said: "Hurry up."

Haotian gritted his teeth and said, "Gu also wants to hurry up."

"You relax."

Jin Ling closed his eyes, recalling the past scenes in his mind.

The carefree time at Qilin Cliff, the tears streaming down Kunlun Mountains, tears of joy when the leader of Tongtian accepted her, the blue lantern scriptures that have been practiced for thousands of years on Penglai Island, Wen Zhong's babbling when he was young, red Sending Yu Yuan high-spirited, Wen Zhong, who left Penglai Island, was decisive and decisive, and in the end, Yang Jian raised his brows gracefully and gracefully.

She wanted to imprint these memories in her heart, over and over again.

God Haotian saw her memory and pursed his lips in silence.

The two of them originally had the same origin, and only the Golden Spirit could fuse with him and help him recover quickly.

But in this way, he is the Golden Spirit, and the Golden Spirit is him. There is no God Haotian in the world, and there is no Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit in the world.

There are two consciousnesses hidden in one body, and there are always two people.

Inseparable again.

The reason why he was unwilling to propose to Jin Ling was because any immortal would not accept such a proposal.

This is more uncomfortable than being completely wiped out. Without one's own privacy, it is easy to be swayed by the feelings of another ray of consciousness.

For example, he likes the Golden Mother of Yaochi, and when Jin Ling meets the Golden Mother of Yaochi, he will also feel it.

God Haotian sighed and said, "I can't live with you."

The two strands of consciousness were finally fused together. Jin Ling saw the past of Haotian God and Yao Chi, and their love was unusual, like glue. When she looked at the two snuggling together, she suddenly felt that Yao Ji's appearance was really real. It fits her aesthetic.

The pearls are round and jade-like, the eyes are curved and round, and the cherry mouth is a little bit, which plucks people's heartstrings for no reason.

As soon as this thought came up, it was suppressed by Jin Ling.

That's right, she is now influenced by Haotian, and she has a good impression of Yaochi Jinmu.

33 Under heavy thunder from the sky, Jin Ling quickly escaped from the Jade Emperor's body. The bright thunder was deafening, and the Jade Emperor hoarsely said: "No—"

Then it was annihilated by thunder.

The golden spirit appeared in the cloud as a prototype.

The current prototype, the moon-white clothes go away with the wind, the man's sharp edges and corners appear between the eyebrows and eyes, and the originally slender figure has become a flat river.

33 Above the heavy sky, there was a sneer from Tiandao: "Is it worth it?"

Jin Ling's eyes were slightly cold, and when she flipped her palm, Fei Jinjian returned to her palm and said, "Surrender to death."

Jin Ling's figure was like a shooting star, quickly passing through the layers of clouds, and Haotian's voice sounded: "Don't, don't fight it head-on, you can't win."

"uncertain."

The flying golden sword emitted a magnificent light, transformed into a huge sword formation, and struck straight on the constantly rotating Taiji diagram.

The wind stopped.

The hair from Jin Ling's temples stopped dancing and fell quietly by her ears.

The Taiji diagram was torn open by Fei Jinjian, and there was chaos inside.

The voice of Tiandao is majestic: "I am alone!"

Jin Ling said coldly: "Fate to the heavens, only then can we prove the way!"

The gap in the Tai Chi diagram quickly healed, and Jin Ling and Tiandao fought together.

Yaochi Golden Mother was dying, coughing up a large amount of blood, which stained the auspicious clouds around her red.

The sound of magic weapons colliding could not be heard, Yaochi Golden Mother tried hard to open her eyes, and the person holding the flying golden sword had raised eyes, with an indistinguishable beauty of male and female, he was her lover, but not her lover.

Yaochi Golden Mother stretched out her hand, trying to grab the corner of the flying hem, but she didn't catch anything.

The arms that were flawless and round like white jade fell heavily, and a cloud of auspicious clouds rose.

Jin Ling's body stopped for a moment, and Haotian God's voice pierced his heart: "No!"

"Yaoyao!"

Then the body turned uncontrollably towards the Golden Mother of Yaochi, leaving the back to Tiandao.

Tiandao sneered, and the Tai Chi Diagram shot out a dazzling light, all of which shone on Jin Ling's back.

Jin Ling's figure flickered and fell down, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Kunlun Mountain, Qilin Cliff, Yuanshi Tianzun half-closed his eyebrows, and looked at Yang Jian who was kneeling in front of him from the corner of his eye.

It is undeniable that Yang Jiansheng is really good, with twinkling peach blossom eyes, a straight nose as sharp as a knife, and lips like petals. His temperament is also unparalleled, graceful and quiet.

Yuan Shi flipped through the scriptures and looked away.

"it is good."

"I'll accept you."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian suddenly fell on the ground, and the familiar breath of Yuanshi Tianzun disappeared instantly, leaving only the floor of Yuxu Palace stained red by Yang Jian's blood.

Yang Jian's shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was suffering an unspeakable injury, his eyes closed and then opened, his lips were as white as snow.

"Master..."

Yuanshi Tianzun's fingers slipped on the scriptures, Yang Jian covered his chest, slowly raised his head, looked straight at Yuanshi Tianzun, and said weakly: "Master...something happened..."

"33 heavy days..."

Yuanshi Tianzun closed the scriptures with a snap, closed and loosened his clenched fists, and said inexplicably, "Whether something happened to her, what does it have to do with me?"

The three-pointed and two-edged knife took shape, supporting Yang Jian to get up.

Yang Jian stumbled out of Yuxu Palace, auspicious clouds gathered at his feet, Xiaotian Dog was released by him, and circled around him, saying: "Master, master, what's wrong with you?"

"Go, go back to Penglai Island and inform the leader...Master..."

Yang Jian stabilized his mind, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, pushed the Xiaotian dog, and said weakly: "33 Chongtian, save Master."

"It's late...it's too late."

Xiaotiangou fell from the clouds, called Xiangyun barkingly, looked at Yang Jian's weak back standing holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, and thought about what he just explained, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and headed to Penglai Island without looking back. direction to fly.

Not long after he flew, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck where he was going.

The sky thunder rolled, blocking the way of Xiao Tiangou, Tian Dao's voice was extremely disdainful: "Zhu Zi."

The wind in the clouds was blowing the cloak of Xiaotiangou, Penglai Island was not far away in the clouds and mist, Xiaotiangou jumped and broke into layers of thunder!

"court death."

In the sky thunder, the Xiaotian dog showed its original form. Although the small dog was extremely agile, it was still unavoidable to be struck by the sky thunder. After a while, the fur was covered with blood.

Yang Jian came to the 33rd heaven, with auspicious clouds curling up, slightly revealing a moon-white figure.

On that moon-white body, golden blood was continuously flowing out.

Yang Jian's breath stopped, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand shot out instantly, stabbing Tiandao.

Tiandao sneered, the tip of the knife stopped when there was only a slight distance away from it, and remained motionless.

Yang Jian let go, flew across the sky, and landed beside Jin Ling.

He gently picked up Jin Ling, pushed her loose hair, and said softly, "Master, don't be afraid."

"I am coming."

Tiandao's voice was as majestic as ever: "Is she your master?"

The person in Yang Jian's arms had sharp eyebrows and white lips, it was the appearance of Jin Ling in his memory, but it was not the appearance of Jin Ling, Yang Jian's fingertips turned white, his chest heaved slightly, and asked: "What did you do to her?! "

Jin Ling's voice was hoarse, it wasn't the softness of a woman, nor the clarity of a man, it sounded weird, she held Yang Jian's hand and said, "Teacher..."

"Go, you are not its opponent."

Closing his eyes, the scene of Jin Ling and him kept replaying in his mind. It was cold, repulsive, alienated and indifferent, with picturesque eyes and independent eyes.

Yang Jian clenched his fists tightly, then released her in an instant, put her gently on the cloud, and said calmly, "Master, take a rest for a while."

The three-pointed, two-edged knife returned to his palm in an instant, and the sky eyes on his forehead burst out with a fierce light. With every move, it was a life-for-life fight!

"Impossible!"

Tiandao collected all the light of Yang Jian's sky eyes in the Taiji diagram, and was about to shoot at Yang Jian, when he suddenly noticed Jin Ling lying on Yundun's breathing, and turned his mind, and slashed the sharp light at the unsuspecting Jin Ling. spirit.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body had already made a choice one step ahead of him. Under the brilliant light, he stood in front of Jin Ling.

The corners of the two moon-white clothes drifted away with the wind, intertwined together, like extremely lingering lovers.

Jin Ling's heartbeat stopped instantly, and then jumped up again, faster and faster every time.

She reached out and caught the fallen Yang Jian.

What started with was a piece of warmth, it was Yang Jian's blood.

blood shed for her.

Before he completely lost consciousness, Yang Jian felt a pair of callused fingers caressing his cheeks and eyebrows, the movements were gentle and careful, and Jin Ling's voice sounded in his ears: "Yang Jian..."

But he didn't call him disciple again.

Yang Jian smiled, as if walking through three thousand worlds in an instant, he held Jin Ling's not delicate fingertips, and said softly: "This time, I will protect you."

"Okay?"

The rotating Taiji diagram moves from far to near, and the voice is full of sarcasm: "Are you tired of crooked?"

"Do you still want to fight? Do you still want to take away the fate of the lonely body?"

Jin Ling raised his head, his eyes were red, murderous intent suddenly appeared.

The Flying Golden Sword appeared in her palm, the Four Elephant Pagodas surrounded her, the Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi shone dazzlingly, and the Seven Fragrance Chariot slowly lifted her up.

God Haotian finally came back to his senses, his voice was hoarse: "Blood in my heart."

"You take back your hard work, maybe you can fight against Heaven."

As soon as the words came out, Haotian shut up again.

Jin Ling's heart and soul is what supports Yang Jian's soul. If he withdraws it now, Yang Jian may be wiped out in the next second.

Immortals who died in the hands of Tiandao have no way to be on the list of gods.

He went to heaven and earth, and Jin Ling couldn't find him anymore.

The Golden Spirit Sword pointed at the Dao of Heaven, and his voice was cold: "The Great Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is fourty-nine, let's go to one of them."

"kindness?"

The dazzling light from the Four Elephants Pagoda was instantly crushed into powder, and the flying golden sword was broken inch by inch, leaving only the hilt in Jin Ling's hand.

The green light of Longhu Yuruyi was dim, and it fell to the ground with a slap, breaking in two.

Tiandao kept trembling and roared, "No—"

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