Boom! Boom! Boom...

Billions of wind blades raged on the messy surface. Even though Yang Jian was wearing war armor, he was still cut and blood was splattered. Even his face was covered with blood marks, but he still did not hide.

"Yang Jian's life... is already His Majesty's!"

Yang Jian held the three sharp swords of the God of War in both hands and blocked the attack for Qin Jun. He stared at the immortal Tingde with his supreme Dharma eyes and said gritting his teeth.

If there were no Qin Jun, how could he achieve what he has today?

Qin Jun gave him countless glory, wealth and power, making him superior to the world.

Even if there were stronger people who worshipped Qin Jun later, Qin Jun still gave him the opportunity to improve his precious strength, and he always kept these kindnesses in his heart.

Now that Qin Jun is in danger, how can he stand by and watch?

"You dare to hurt Your Majesty..."

The wind blade flew past, Yang Jian's feet were deeply trapped in the soil, and the area within a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly collapsed. The armor on his body was almost completely falling off, but he still did not dodge.

Qin Jun looked at Yang Jian's expression, although his emotions were surging, his face was expressionless.

Bodhi Patriarch, Xuandu and Taoist Lu Ya were all shocked by Yang Jian's tenacity.

"This son..."

Xuandu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Although Yang Jian performed outstandingly in the Battle of the Gods in his previous life, after becoming the Gods, he became the Jade Emperor's lackey, which made Xuandu no longer interested in him.

But now seeing Yang Jian’s performance, he felt something in his body awakened by Yang Jian.

"At any cost... I'm going to kill you too!"

Yang Jian roared lowly, and the supreme magic eye between his eyebrows suddenly opened. A black beam of light was output, and the diameter quickly expanded to a hundred meters, heading towards the tyrannical immortal Tingde.

Unfortunately, the great immortal of Tingde is a saint. Even if Yang Jian is a semi-saint, the gap between the two sides is like a natural barrier and cannot be overcome.

The earth shook violently, and the saints fought fiercely in the sky, with battles and explosions from all directions, one after another, and the entire holy world fell into chaos.

Qin Jun kept staring at Yang Jian's back and said nothing.

But if you look closely, you will find that his hands are clenched into fists.

"Yang Jian, don't let me down!"

Qin Jun's eyes were deep, making people unable to see through his thoughts.

The reason why he didn't say anything was that he hoped that Yang Jian would become a saint in one fell swoop under great pressure.

Being a saint in battle sounds exaggerated and incredible.

But for Yang Jian, it was not a dream.

Just because...

His name is Yang Jian, Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun!

Boom-

The earth kept collapsing, and Yang Jian had become a bloody man, but he was still standing in front of Qin Jun.

"Stubborn and restless! Do you really think that this great immortal can't kill you?"

The immortal Tingde said irritably, and his right hand suddenly pushed it, and countless wind blades flew out of his palm.

puff--

Yang Jian finally couldn't bear it, and vomited blood and flew backwards, and the three sharp swords of the God of War in his hand flew out.

Seeing that the wind blades were about to fall on Qin Jun, a domineering figure fell down, directly shaking all the wind blades of the immortal Singde.

It's a dead end.

He also grabbed a hundred-foot-long dragon horn in his right hand, dripping blood, stabbing into the sky, and his burly figure seemed to be unafraid of the sky.

"With me here, who dares to hurt my godson!"

Death grinned and his eyes fell on the immortal Tingde, which scared the immortal Tingde quickly backed away.

Qin Jun did not complain about his name, but looked at Yang Jian who was kneeling in the gravel in the distance. At this moment, Yang Jian's hands were drooping vertically towards the ground, blood dripping along his fingers, and his body gently undulating with his breathing.

"Don't kill him..."

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly heard a voice, his breath was weak, but he made the dead turn back and look at him.

"Don't kill the enemy?" asked in a strange way.

Yang Jian raised his head with difficulty, his face covered in blood, but his three eyes were extremely clear and vaguely shining.

"Let me... kill..."

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and supported the ground with both hands, trying hard to stand up.

He said speechlessly, and said angrily: "You don't even think about your own strength. You are not qualified in your full state, let alone now?"

After saying that, he turned to look at Qin Jun and asked, "How come you have such a stupid subordinate?"

Bodhi Patriarch, Xuandu, and Taoist Lu Ya were silent, and they could all feel Yang Jian's obsession.

This is a belief that will never stop until death!

"I believe him."

Qin Jun replied calmly, making the death path even more helpless.

The immortal Changde who flew out met with the Yuxiao Sword Master and the Qinglong Ancestor, and the Queen Yun Mei was still entangled by Fuxi.

"Looking for death..." Death Shadow shook his head and smiled. Since Yang Jian was seeking death, he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

"His Majesty……"

Bodhi Patriarch couldn't help but persuade him that in his opinion, Yang Jian had fallen into the inner demon. If he didn't try to keep him, he would really be beaten to death by the immortal Tingde.

Qin Jun raised his hand and signaled him not to say much.

"The axe cuts Taoshan and saved his mother, and the bullet hits Luo's twin phoenixes."

Qin Jun stared at Yang Jian and said, and with enough magic power, his voice spread to the entire holy realm, causing the disciples of the holy sect in the distance to turn to look at him, even the gods and demons who were fighting.

Taoshan saved his mother, which was Yang Jian's famous deeds, praised by the three worlds of the previous life.

Yang Jian was once a heroic hero. His mother was a fairy. Because she met mortals in private, she gave birth to children, angered the Emperor of Heaven and suppressed the underworld.

Yang Jian went against the will of heaven to save his mother.

But in the end, he still devoted himself to his enemy's tent and became the God of War in the Heavenly Court.

Yang Jian trembled all over when he heard this, and a dusty memory emerged from the depths of his mind.

"The eight monsters are famous for their strength and the seven holy journeys in Meishan."

Qin Jun continued to recite, this is the description of Yang Jian in Journey to the West, which fully illustrates Yang Jian’s origin and pride.

Yang Jian lowered his head, trembling all over, and his fists suddenly hit the ground.

The dead path was also attracted by interest, and he looked at Qin Jun and Yang Jian curiously, and said in thought: "What are you doing? Excite him?"

The immortals of Tingde, Yuxiao Sword Master, and Qinglong Ancestor did not dare to act rashly. They knew they could not do anything to die, so they could only wait for Wuji Taoist Ancestor to kill Ji Bubai and then help them.

At the same time, outside the black hole opened by Fuxi, the stars were shining, and hundreds of millions of troops from the Great Qin Heavenly Court were waiting.

Explosions kept coming out of the black hole, and they vaguely heard Qin Jun's voice.

"I am proud of my family and I don't recognize my family, and I am proud of myself and live in Guanjiang."

"Akagi Akie Heihei Lingsheng, manifesting the boundless Erlang."

The gods and demons who knew Yang Jian’s experience in his previous life were moved by it.

"Your Majesty's voice!"

"Isn't this Yang Jian's experience in his previous life?"

"What's going on?"

"What happened to Yang Jian?"

Yuan Hong, Nezha, the six monsters of Meishan, Lei Zhenzi and other gods and demons whispered, especially the six monsters of Meishan, who were anxious.

Inside the holy realm.

Yang Jian supported his arms on the ground, his body kept rising and falling, and blood overflowed along the surface of his body.

A black light burst out from Yang Jian's forehead, which was extremely strange.

The rolling spiritual energy began to gather towards Yang Jian.

"I am Yang Jian... Erlang Xiansheng..."

A low roar came from Yang Jian's mouth, as if it came from Jiuyou Huangquan, making people's scalp tremble.

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Chapter completed!