My brother is so stable

The large formation suppressed, suppressing all the aftermath of his attack;

Dao soldiers are not afraid of death, and waves of immortal power hit his solid mysterious body.

Especially those 'experts' who are good at combined attacks and wrapped in ordinary Taoist soldiers, caused him a lot of trouble, and even left a lot of injuries on his mysterious body.

Bajiu Xuangong is the best defense, the body is like a spiritual treasure, if a Qi refiner of the same realm does not have a heavy treasure, there is almost no possibility of breaking through it.

It can be seen that the power of the opponent's joint attack is not weak.

A figure, a figure, a figure.

The Dao soldiers kept coming in and out, and they couldn't kill them endlessly, but his blood and strength were constantly being consumed by the Dao soldiers.

It is difficult to rely on elixir to restore strength with a major in the physical body. Yang Jian kept calculating in his heart and kept rushing forward. With the sky full of figures and the fly ash blown out by Taoist soldiers, he approached the East Heaven Gate step by step!

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Yang Jian's front suddenly became enlightened.

Dao soldiers retreated?

Yang Jian, who was already a little numb, immediately rushed forward several hundred feet, but was soon blocked by the light wall, and a large number of Taoist soldiers swarmed in.

After killing one batch, there will be another batch.

Night and day, successive rotations.

The battle lasted for more than ten days and nights, and the masters from all directions were alarmed, but no one could approach the tens of thousands of miles of the East Gate of Heaven.

A large number of dragon masters lurking under the East China Sea also spread their coercion in all directions.

In the continuous battle, Yang Jian's figure has never fallen.

The robes are not stained with blood, but are torn everywhere;

There was no crack in the spear, and the palm was trembling slightly.

Moving forward little by little, swinging the gun again and again, Yang Jian finally reached the East Heaven Gate, which was only a thousand feet away from the white jade gate.

Behind him are the 39 lines of Daoist defense that he broke through, and more than [-] large formations that he personally smashed down.

There was no one in front of him, and Yang Jian's tense heartstrings only slightly relaxed before he suddenly staggered.

He leaned on the long spear to maintain it, and did not fall in the air, but his feet were unstable, his legs gradually bent, and he gradually lost his strength.

limit……

This is your limit.

Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart, but his eyes and Dao heart did not waver in the slightest.

He leaned on the spear, took a breath, and wanted to stand up again, but he barely arched his back.

"Yang Jian!"

An eager shout came from the front, and Yang Jian's nearly exhausted sense of immortality saw that Long Ji, whom he had met once, was coming on a cloud, holding a sword in his hand.

Did she also come to stop herself?

There are a large number of Taoist soldiers in the rear who are about to encircle, Long Ji immediately opened his mouth and said softly: "Everyone back down!"

A group of Taoist soldiers stood still on the cloud road like wooden figures.

Yang Jian smiled wryly in his heart, after all, he implicated others.

Long Ji moved forward and wanted to help, but Yang Jian raised his hand to stop him.

He was panting heavily in the air, looking for the remaining strength in his body.

"Yang Jian, why are you bothering?"

Standing three feet away, Long Ji shouted tremblingly: "There are many things you have never seen or heard, and you don't know the inside story, and you are just being used by others."

use……

Yang Jian closed his eyes and slowly opened them, his forehead shone with a light red light, but his figure changed from arched back to kneeling, with his right hand firmly grasping the three-pointed double-edged gun, his voice changed from weak to gradually powerful .

"In this...in this world...

Both weak and powerful creatures will be controlled by a force.

The way of heaven, the court of heaven, or the so-called fate and fate.

Living beings have many sufferings, and some people are born to face cruel hell, but they have to move forward and are pushed forward by that force.

I am like that. "

"Yang Jian……"

Long Ji wanted to move forward again, supporting Yang Jian's swaying but still trying to stand still, but she paused and subconsciously stopped a few feet away.

Yang Jian leaned on a three-pointed and two-edged spear, and his mysterious body, which had been exhausted, bred strands of strength.

The power of the source of life.

He changed from crouched to hunched, and slowly tried to stand up straight again;

The shaking of his hands became weaker and weaker, but his hoarse voice remained coherent.

Yang Jian said:

"This force may be hatred, or longing for my mother, or the deepening self-blame in my heart, or the calculation of the so-called great religion dispute, or a catastrophe between heaven and earth.

They seem to be telling me all the time to save your mother, to save your mother.

But completely ignore my own thoughts.

They just treat me like a pawn, pushing forward, blocking back, and playing with me constantly.

This is this prehistoric, prehistoric that has long lost its vitality! "

Long Ji didn't know how to answer, so he could only stare at the figure in front of him, watching him straighten his chest and move forward step by step again.

Ahead, the East Heaven Gate was in sight, but large gray clouds swept in.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth tightly, and a stream of vitality squeezed out from his limbs. The pain here is tantamount to scraping the bone and peeling the marrow!

But his expression remained the same, he didn't even hum, he just walked forward and growled.

The voice became more powerful, the words became more hasty, gusts of wind and waves gushed out of his body, and the clouds under his feet solidified again!