Chapter 58 Yang Jian’s Crisis

The sword flashed.

The human skin tattoo floating in the air was suddenly rolled into pieces by the sword energy.

Everything happened extremely quickly.

In Yang Jian's eyes.

Wen Zhong just stretched out his hand and pointed, and then a golden light flashed, and the huge blood ball above the square collapsed.

Until Wen Zhong's figure suddenly appeared on the high platform, and the Flying Golden Sword slowly flew over like a golden fish, dancing nimbly in the air.

Only then did Yang Jian realize that Wen Zhong had used the Flying Golden Sword.

The chaos is over?
That's it?

He looked down at the platform and saw chaos in the square. The remaining half of the human sacrifices and soldiers were struggling frantically, trying to escape from this bloody hell.

The tattoos on the barbarians' bodies had now transformed into a magic circle that covered the entire square.

The green lines on the ground were still spreading, extending to all the people below like vines.

The soldiers had only taken two steps when they collapsed and turned into a pool of blood.

Around the square were circles of stands, which were now filled with people from Chaoge.

They also pushed and shoved to leave this chaotic place.

But the crowd was in a panic, and had no idea where to go. They all huddled together and no one could get out.

Until it was covered by a strange formation and turned into blood.

Obviously, everything is not over, but just the beginning.

"Brother!"

Yang Jian looked at Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong's face became solemn, and the Feijin Sword beside him began to vibrate rapidly.

"Even if the core of the formation is broken, the formation has already been formed and it is difficult to reverse the situation."

Wen Zhong sighed, as if he could already foresee the scene of Chaoge turning into a sea of ​​blood.

He took out a formation plate and casually cast a spell. A formation barrier appeared, blocking the strange formation that was trying to spread towards the platform.

Then he rose into the air, clasped his fists and said, "My fellow Taoists, please leave quickly. I need to open the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Locking God Array to deal with this Chaoge disaster."

The voice just fell.

Rays of light rose up from all around. They were the immortals who were originally here to watch the ceremony. They originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters.

When he heard that Wen Zhong was about to open the Chaoge formation, he hurried away.

At the side, Yuan Futong's face turned pale, his legs were trembling, and he almost wanted to escape.

This scene was something he had not expected.

This barbarian had such intentions that he dared to disrupt the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, and even Emperor Yi was endangered by him.

As the main contributor to escorting the prisoners and bringing back the barbarian leader, he cannot escape the responsibility.

If you don't leave, you will definitely be doomed.

He couldn't help but look at Wei Ziqi, and they both saw the fear in each other's eyes.

His gaze turned to the great demon from the north lurking in the crowd. As long as the other party was willing to make a move, it should not be a problem to take him away.

The other party turned his head away, as if the two of them were unfamiliar with each other.

Yuan Futong suddenly felt hopeless and began to think about quitting.

He turned around and looked around, and found that everyone was still immersed in the chaos before their eyes, so he wanted to slip away.

He would surely die if he stayed here. As long as he returned to the North, he would still be the leader of the Northern princes.

Didn't take two steps.

Then I heard a loud shout behind me.

Wen Zhong had landed on the high platform without knowing when. He waved his sleeves and said, "Come here, arrest these two traitors Yuan Futong and Wei Ziqi!"

"Grandmaster, this is not what I did! It has nothing to do with me."

Yuan Futong defended.

"Me too, I don't know either, Grand Master. The barbarian was brought back by Yuan Futong. I have nothing to do with him. Please understand, Grand Master."

Wei Zi Qi begged Wen Zhong to show leniency, and for this he even put all the blame on Yuan Futong.

All he got in return was a resentful look from Yuan Futong.

Wen Zhong turned a deaf ear to the two men's pleas for mercy and looked at the field with a stern expression. It seemed that there was no one alive there.

"Mr. Lin, as long as you make a move, I guarantee that you can take whatever you want in the northern border, just like what you did to Mr. Shan before."

Seeing that there was no hope of begging for mercy, Yuan Futong shouted to the side.

In order to survive, he had no choice but to pay this price. These monsters were like this, they would not release the eagle until they saw the rabbit.

"Okay! Remember your promise."

A response sounded, and the sound seemed to come from all directions.

Then a figure appeared beside Yuan Futong in the blink of an eye, put a hand on Yuan Futong, and was about to escape.

When he left with Yuan Futong, his figure just passed by Yang Jian. At this time, Yang Jian had not yet reacted, and his eyes were still on the place where Yuan Futong had stood before.

He was totally unaware that danger was approaching.

When Lin Jun saw Yang Jian, murderous intent arose in his heart. He knew that Yang Jian would surely die if he just touched him even slightly.

Just in time to avenge the tragic death of the tiger.

Although he had a bad relationship with the spider spirit of Shanjun, he did not want to avenge it.

But this is the king's intention.

This was just a matter of course, without any effort.

Thinking of this, he lightly stretched out his right hand and pointed his finger at Yang Jian's forehead.

Everything seemed slow, but this was in his eyes, from the time he left his seat, to taking Yuan Futong away, and then to attacking Yang Jian at this moment.

It was just a moment.

After all, he is Lin Jun, who is known for his speed. No one below the Golden Immortal can be faster than him.

near, near.

He smelled a distinct scent again, like the breath of a dead tiger.

It was emanating from the beautiful woman next to Yang Jian.

The tiger was weak after giving birth, and Yang Jian took advantage of the opportunity.

But he didn't expect that his offspring was not dead, but was born in this beautiful woman.

what do you say that is?

Oh, he heard from Yuan Futong that her name seemed to be Su Daji.

Lin Jun's thoughts were turning very quickly, but his hands were still moving.

It was not until his fingers touched the fuzz on Yang Jian's forehead that he saw a bright red eyeball suddenly appear on his forehead, with a look of fear in the eyeball.

Scared?

late!

After he kills Yang Jian, he will take back the mountain king's offspring from Su Daji.

He could then let go and escape with Yuan Futong. By that time, Wen Zhong might not have reacted yet!

The leader of the three generations of disciples of Jiejiao is nothing more than this.

Just as he was feeling sarcastic in his heart, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, a handful of blood suddenly exploded.

"Hey~"

Then a shrill sound was heard.

Accompanied by a miserable cry.

The people on the platform came to their senses and found that there was one more person in front of them.

A broken arm suddenly appeared on the ground.

The arm lost its magical power and turned into a piece of golden wing, which Wen Zhong casually put into his sleeve.

The look of fear in Yang Jian's eyes just faded away.

Demon Eye: "Fuck! Who is this bastard? He scared me to death!"

Only then did Yang Jian feel waves of crisis exploding from his brain, as if steel needles were piercing his brain.

The Demon Eye kept shouting in his heart.

Yang Jian just realized that he had been between life and death.

The Demon Eye sensed a crisis and came out to see what the situation was.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a man in gray, with his finger pointed at Yang Jian's forehead. There was no way to hide.

Just when he thought Yang Jian's life was over, he found that the crisis was suddenly resolved.

When Yang Jian came to his senses, he saw a golden light surrounding him, and in the golden light was the flying golden sword.

He looked at Wen Zhong with gratitude. If he had not taken action just now, he would have been a corpse.

"Wen Zhong!"

The gray-clothed man on the ground covered the remaining half of his right arm with his hand, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Just now, Wen Zhong attacked fiercely and he was caught off guard, and his right arm was cut off.

As a fellow immortal, Wen Zhong’s strength is so terrifying!
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