611 Memories Of Past Lives
611Memories of past lives
The stars here are dotted and dazzling.
"Um?"
Yang Jian looked at the scene in front of him with doubts on his face.
Where is this place? Why does it give me a familiar feeling? Could it be the memory of my previous life? Yang Jian thought to himself, he vaguely felt a familiar smell from this picture, as if he had been here before.
"Roar………………"
At this moment, a dragon roared and a tiger roared from the depths of the starry sky, and a purple-scaled Flood Dragon came flying through the clouds and mist.
This is the purple dragon. It is huge and glows with bright purple light. It is extremely fast and rushes in front of Yang Jian in the blink of an eye.
The purple dragon roared, then coiled around Yang Jian's body and protected Yang Jian. This was the first time Yang Jian was protected by Dragon Race.
Yang Jian looked at the purple dragon in front of him with tears in his eyes. He was very sure that this purple dragon was the purple lightning dragon. Unfortunately, this body did not belong to him. He was not the owner of this purple lightning dragon.
At this moment, he felt like crying because he finally saw a familiar friend again.
"Hoho!"
"Ouch~~~"
At this moment, there were several more roars of beasts in the void, and only seven or eight ferocious birds were seen, covering the sky and the sun, exuding a monstrous evil spirit and attacking towards them.
Each fierce bird was riding a monk. They were wearing black armor and carrying bows and arrows, and they were attacking Yang Jian with ferocious faces.
Yang Jian looked at the scene in the void and smiled disdainfully: "It's just some trash fish, get out of here. I don't like to get entangled with some trash fish."
"Rumble"
As soon as Yang Jian's voice fell, thousands of thunder suddenly descended from the void, and each thunder contained destructive power.
When the monks in black saw this, their faces immediately showed a look of horror.
"Boom!"
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Those hundreds of men in black were all destroyed by the thunder, with no bones left.
"this……"
The disciples of the Mysterious Heaven Sect, including Li Yu and others, all looked at Yang Jian in shock. They did not expect that Yang Jian was so terrifying, killing hundreds of powerful men above the quasi-sage level with just one move.
"What a strong body, it can actually defeat the Ninth Grade Spirit Treasure!" Li Hao looked at Yang Jian with a cold light in his eyes.
"Brother, what should we do now? This guy is very powerful." Another expert at the pinnacle of quasi-sage asked Li Hao. They were a little confused now. Their man was actually killed by this guy in one move. This strength is too powerful.
"Hmph, no matter how strong he is, he is only the Great Emperor Realm. With so many quasi-sages, why can't we still defeat him? Let me test his strength first. If he is powerful, then we will join forces to kill him." Li Hao He snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with coldness.
Although he is Li Yu's younger brother, contrary to Li Yu, he prefers to compete for hegemony rather than guarding the sect, so when he learned that Yang Jian was going to challenge the Mysterious Heaven Sect, he stood up very excitedly.
Moreover, he also knew that Yang Jian's mother was the sister of the leader of the Mysterious Heaven Sect. If they killed Yang Jian, they would be equivalent to climbing the big tree of the Mysterious Heaven Sect.
By then, his status will inevitably rise, so he has long had the idea of killing Yang Jian, and now it is time to use Yang Jian to test it.
He directly sacrificed his Law Treasure, an ancient bronze mace. .
