[Lotus Lantern] Free Sky

"Dao-jun, real man, how is my son?"

Xiaotiangou didn't wait for Lu Ya's answer, and jumped in from the door.Monkey also wanted to go in and have a look, but was stopped by Yuding with his eyes.Yu Ding knew it, as long as his two disciples met, they would definitely fight each other. Yang Jian needs to rest now, this monkey is really not expected to take care of people.Yuding sighed softly, and went back to his own Yuquan Mountain to heal his wounds.

In the ancient realm of nothingness, the two waves of people have already fought to one place, and it is only at this time that it is clear whether they are friends or foes.In the fierce fighting, the gods quickly divided into two waves. The party headed by Nuwa Sanqing insisted on entering the endless abyss from the Great Formation of Heavenly Dao, while the party headed by Hongjun, Patriarch Minghe, Zhenyuanzi, and Emperor Donghua One side, however, obstructed it arbitrarily, saying that it must not go against the way of heaven, which broke the order of the Three Realms.Where the Godkilling Whip passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and when the red hydrangea rose, the Zixiao Palace disciples also fell down.At the same time, there were also demons participating in the battle. It was the ancestor Hongjun who opened the seal leading to the demon world, and probably reached some kind of agreement to become Hongjun's side.

Although there are demons joining, Nuwa's side is obviously full of momentum.But for some reason, Nuwa's heart tightened, and she called out, "Brother Fuxi!"

In the endless abyss, San ShengMu has changed her countenance, her bluish-black eyebrows are raised, the golden-red eyeliner on her eyelids outlines her evil eyes, and she whispers softly from her gorgeous cherry mouth.

"What's the matter with this ancestor Hongjun?" She snorted softly, and no longer waited for Hongjun's reply, she bent down, her silky eyes were seductive, showing a little bit of greed, and her slender hands moved slowly. Caressing Yang Jian's comatose sleeping face, in this misty world, that face carved in powder and jade seems to be more beautiful and shockingly beautiful.Yang Chan gently caressed that jade-like handsome face, inch by inch, as carefully as if touching a rare treasure, gentle as if there was no malice, but she couldn't put it down more and more.He said with a low smile, "You are in my hands now, so I have nothing to worry about. If Patriarch Hongjun dares to tell the truth, I will eat you first." As he spoke, two sharp thorns slowly grew from the corners of his mouth. Xinya, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, slowly approached Yang Jian.Her breath fell on Yang Jian's white and sensitive neck, and a layer of frost immediately formed there. Yang Jian, who was sleeping, frowned slightly, and Yang Chan saw her eyes, and she pressed close to the man's two water-colored thin lips , her mouth was still breathless, her misty voice was so considerate, "Is it cold?" Then she stuck out her tongue and approached those two thin lips. Qing Guang suddenly hit her.At that time, Yang Chan had an idea and directly grabbed Yang Jian and stood in front of her.The blue light turned back quickly so as not to hurt the unconscious person.

"Yang Chan, you are so shameless. You don't even let your own brother go." A girl in Tsing Yi appeared in the blue light.

Yang Chanchi laughed twice, with a slow tone like someone who just woke up, "Who am I? It turns out to be the princess' lotus lantern."

"Bah, who is your lamp, I have never recognized you as the master."

"Hahahaha, whatever." Glancing at the still unconscious man in a blink of an eye, he said, "Why, you also want a piece of the action. Alas, it's a pity you came late, he is already mine." Said with one hand He touched Yang Jian's face again, and there was a tendency to slide down.

"You, you are really shameless!" Fairy Baolian gritted her teeth, but that was all she could say.

"Sensible ones, get out of here quickly for this princess, or see how this princess will fix you."

Seeing Yang Chan's fangs biting Yang Jian's neck, Fairy Baolian became anxious. "Go away!" As he spoke, he turned into a blue light and attacked Yang Chan. "Ah—" Just one step away from Yang Chan, a scream came from the Lotus Lantern.

It turned out that Yang Chan was reciting the punishment spell of the Lotus Lantern. After all, she had the formula of the Lotus Lantern. Even if the Lotus Lantern did not recognize Yang Chan as the master, she could not do anything to Yang Chan.

Seeing Fairy Baolian trapped in the lamp and suffering from the burning fire, Yang Chan felt extremely happy.Then bite even more smugly.

Fairy Baolian was anxious in the lamp, calling constantly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up, Your Majesty."

Then Fairy Baolian clearly heard the sound of flesh being torn apart in the lamp, and at the same time a faint fragrance wafted out, which was the fragrance from Yang Jian's divine blood.Looking at Yang Chan again, she moved her face away from Yang Jian's neck in satisfaction, and there was a hint of a smile in the corner of her bright red mouth.

She glanced at the lotus lamp and said: "Don't waste your energy, he gave me all the mana in his primordial spirit, and I slapped him again, the primordial spirit may not be far away from dissipating, he is so weak, How could you wake up so soon?"

Fairy Baolian kept patting the lamp wall, but she couldn't get out. Seeing the blood on Yang Jian's collarbone, she burst into tears. "Nuwa Empress, where are you! Come quickly! Empress..."

"I would like to remind you, it is best not to try to burn your natal essence to break the restriction, otherwise the Three Realms will lose a precious lotus lamp with boundless magic power. Humph"

"That's right, I'm so stupid, why did I forget that I can still use my natal essence." In the moment of urgency just now, Fairy Baolian forgot that there is still this method, but it cannot be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary.

Just when Yang Chan was proud, suddenly there was a huge thought of "bang", a white light hit Yang Chan's back, Yang Chan immediately vomited blood, together with the flesh and blood bit off from Yang Jian just now.At the same time, the white light shone brightly on the pale-faced Yang Jian, and the wound on his collarbone was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.Seeing Yang Chan rushing forward again, ancient qin music poured out of the white light.Fairy Baolian, who was trapped in the lamp, heard the flames on her body slowly go out, and looked at Yang Chan again, but at this time she was clutching her head and hurting her eyes.

"I'm going to kill you—" Yang Chan screamed like crazy, and at the same time as she shouted, a black cloud the size of a millstone really appeared above the white light, and it seemed to engulf the white light.

void ancient realm,

"Nuwa, where is Nuwa?" At some point, Nuwa disappeared from the fighting crowd, Hongjun shouted, then seemed to understand something, and quickly flew to the back of the Zixiao hall.

In the endless abyss, the black clouds slowly squeezed towards the white light. Suddenly, there was a sound of broken strings, and the white light disappeared, and a young man in a white robe and hair fell down. As soon as he landed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood before he could stand still.

"Brother Fengwu, be careful!" Seeing that the speed of the black mist did not slow down, and she could faintly see the image of the Mieshi Heilian, Fairy Baolian yelled out in shock.The series of spells poured out of Yang Chan's mouth faster, and at the same time she sneered in her heart, those who go against me will die.It's been a long time since I killed someone so happily, it feels so good.

Seeing that the white-robed man who was seriously injured was about to die before he could resist or dodge in time, Baolian Lantern rushed towards Yang Chan in the danger of becoming a useless lamp, but it was at the end of his strength when he reached Yang Chan, although it caused a lot of damage to Yang Chan The shock has also become a waste lamp.Just when Yang Chan thought victory was in sight, a dazzling red light instantly passed through the thick black clouds, and the space shook suddenly, and at the same time a figure appeared, holding the seriously injured lotus lantern.The black cloud struggled twice in the air before exploding with the light of destruction.

"what--"

Before Yang Chan could see clearly what happened, a flame entered from the top door, burning all over his body and mind in an instant, and the burning pain spread to the depths of his soul.This fire is called the Nine Heavens Profound Fire, and no one has tried it so far.The true fire of samadhi only burns the seven souls of a person, and the nine-day profound fire can also burn the three souls into nothingness.This fire is not to make Yang Chan disappear in the Three Realms, but to disappear in the entire chaos.

I don't know if the healing of the man named Feng Ming had an effect just now, but Yang Jian woke up at this time, and his firm and slightly weak voice forced Nuwa to stop. action.

"Nuwa-mother-mother, please-don't-hurt my third sister."

"Yang Jian, why don't you wake up? She is no longer the Three Holy Mothers, she is the princess of the Demon Race, Hei Luocha, the daughter of the Demon Ancestor Luohu." Nuwa walked to Yang Jian's side, and the dense and deep purple spiritual power was as slow as spring rain. Slowly crossing into Yang Jian's heart, he said bitterly.

"Yes, Zhenjun, I saw her magic tooth just now, and she bit you and wanted to eat you." Fairy Baolian has been able to move freely since the arrival of Empress Nuwa, she did not care about serious injuries body, ran to Yang Jian's side, and together with Feng Ming helped the newly awakened man.As he spoke, he pointed to the part of Yang Jian's body that had been bitten just now, but there was no trace left.Fairy Baolian had no choice but to look innocently at Feng Ming next to her, asking him to explain. "The wound was healed by Brother Feng Wu just now. If you don't believe me, ask him."

"Master, the truth is true, this woman is not Yang Chan." A clear and gentle voice sounded.

Feng Ming's eyes were clear and distant, and there was a sense of peace between his brows. His long hair was tied high with a white jade ribbon and draped behind his shoulders. His white clothes were spotless, giving people a detached, simple and elegant feeling.The whole body is glowing with soft white brilliance, with a light smile, a peaceful and gentle breath rushes towards the face, making people feel very comfortable and trustworthy.The image of Hong Yun inadvertently flashed in Yang Jian's mind, and then he looked at Feng Ming's somewhat similar eyebrows and eyes, could it be just a coincidence?

"You are Fuxiqin?"

"That's right, master should call me Fengming."

"Second brother, help me." At this time, Yang Chan, who had been burned to black charcoal, ah no, it was Hei Luosha, the princess of the demon clan, who seemed to be dying. She crawled towards Yang Jian with all her strength, stretched out an arm, Begging Yang Jian for help.

Yang Jian broke away from the support of the two, and walked over a few steps to help Yang Chan who was burned to pieces. Suddenly, Yang Chan's fingernails on both hands grew two inches long with a "swoosh", and rushed towards Yang Jian, straight Take the heart, at the same time, the sound of the ancient piano appeared again, and the sound wave was more violent than before floating towards Yang Chan.Yang Chan felt that his brain was going to explode, his soul was being torn apart like Ling Chi, and his blood was flowing backwards, which seemed to be a sign of madness.She had a splitting headache, she kept rolling on the ground, her legs kicked constantly, her body twisted violently, her long hair fell loose, she really became a lunatic.

Yang Jian looked at it expressionlessly, but his eyes were wet.Almost fainted.Feng Ming couldn't bear to see this, so he stopped playing the piano.

"Let's go." Empress Nuwa held the lotus lantern in her left hand, and put her right hand behind her back, said lightly, then sighed lightly, and took the lead in raising the clouds to take everyone away from here.

"Nuwa, let's go!" Suddenly shouted, eleven figures appeared in the space, blocking the way, "Give Yang Jian to me!" It was Hongjun Patriarch who arrived with the ten-way god of robbery who was in charge of the saint robbery .I saw that the Ten Routes of Tribulation Gods were all fierce and vicious, with unkind expressions on their faces. Ancestor Hongjun held a floating dust in his right hand and a red gourd that released light in his left hand.Nuwa was shocked, this is the magic weapon that Hongyun carried with him during his lifetime - Nine-Nine Scattering Soul Gourd.When the mouth of the gourd is opened, the mind and soul of the light ones will be shaken, while the body and spirit of the severe ones will be destroyed, and the body will die.Nuwa glanced at Yang Jian behind her, her sharp gaze swept across the eleven figures, and she secretly made up her mind:

"Forgive Nuwa for being so hard to obey!"

"The way of heaven must not be violated. Yang Jian's calamity is not yet complete, you must not take him away!"

"you!"

In the name of Heavenly Tribulation, what a good excuse.Nuwa responded with a sneer at Hongjun Patriarch's sanctimonious attitude.Tribulation?Hehe, Yang Jian is now at most the strength of the quasi-sage peak, there is still Xuansheng above the quasi-sage, and above the Xuanshang is the initial stage of the saint.Hongjun's eagerness to arrange for Yang Jian to experience the saint's calamity clearly meant to put Yang Jian to death.This method is really sinister and vicious, and no one can match it. If Yang Jian really can't hide it, what he doesn't know is that he is inferior to others. This responsibility will never be blamed on his head. The more Nuwa thinks about it, the more angry she becomes. Laugh back.There is no half-star respect in the eyes looking at Patriarch Hongjun, replaced by endless indifference and indifference.

"Why, can't wait so soon?" The words were full of sarcasm and uncontrollable anger.

"Then don't blame the poor for exercising the responsibility of heaven!"

Hongjun held up the gourd of ninety-nine scattered souls, and seeing that he was about to make trouble, he shouted loudly from far to near,

"Evil animal, don't hurt my lord!"