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Chapter 115 Yang Jian

Between the darkness and the red light, the iron clothes roared, and the sounds were shrill, slowly rippling in the air. The dark night sky and the deep red blood clouds seemed to be a burning flame, flying quickly, and a strange vortex rolled up in the sound of wind and thunder.

At that moment, Sun Wukong and the monkey stopped at the same time. The two looked up and their faces were as quiet as stagnant. After a moment, their eyes were filled with disappointment and said softly: "Why are you?"

Yang Jian hovered in the air, looked at the tiny two people under his feet, and smiled bitterly on his face, saying, "I'm sorry, Great Sage, General Divine Monkey, I can't let you go."

His voice seemed to be trembling slightly, and obviously he had some unspeakable difficulties in his heart. The monkey smiled sadly, with a bit of sarcasm and disdain, and said, "A hundred years ago, you couldn't stop me, and today the same."

Sun Wukong looked melancholy, and the black black iron rod in his hand was placed in somewhere. Yang Jian's calm eyes fell on the two of them and said, "Do you really think you can beat me?"

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When Tang Sanzang saw Yang Jian coming out halfway, his body suddenly shook, his solid face became heavier, and said, "Erlang Shen has all obtained the true teachings of the Jade Ding Real Person. His real strength is comparable to the Four Monkeys in the Mianshi. If he had full firepower, it would be a fierce battle."

The little Skylark held Enen's hand, shook his head, and retorted: "A hundred years ago, he couldn't even beat me, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons, and it was even less likely to be the opponent of General Divine Monkey."

Tang Sanzang looked back at her and whispered: "Maybe."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surging wave of heat suddenly came from his feet, which was transmitted straight up in a huge roar. The hard ground broke instantly. Everyone looked up and saw the crimson-red ghost hand of the monkey monkey fell heavily on Yang Jian’s chest.

A purple light flashed, and the iron armor on Yang Jian's body turned into pieces, and a dark red fist mark appeared on his chest. Yang Jian coughed a few times and said coldly: "Is this the power of death?"

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian's figure disappeared in the air, and even Sun Wukong looked surprised. The Chess Emperor laughed and said, "Yang Jian, for your mother, take out all your strength!"

Tang Sanzang looked at each other with his eyes and scolded him angrily: "Despicable villain."

The Chess Emperor smiled but didn't say anything, and the eyes in his eyes seemed to have a different meaning. The monkey and monkey stepped on the wind and fire clouds and did not dare to take it lightly, but Yang Jian's voice came from all directions and said, "General Divine Monkey, I deliberately lost to you a hundred years ago, because you can overthrow the Heavenly Court to give my mother freedom. It will be beneficial to me without any harm. Do you really think you are invincible in the world and invincible?"

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The monkey roared as if she was irritated: "Stop talking nonsense, come out quickly!"

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With a roar, the three-pointed two-edged gun swept through the air. The light from the corner of the Dark Emperor's eyes seemed to have not left the body of the Tongbang monkey. He only saw him holding the tip of Yang Jian's gun with one hand and said proudly: "I said, you can't stop me."

At this time, Yang Jian's face darkened, the sky eyes on his forehead opened instantly, and then a beam of golden light shot out, passing through the shoulders of the monkey monkey.

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"Oh no, careless."

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The drizzle fell from the clouds, Yang Jian was naked, his eyes were already open, and he quietly blocked in front of the blood coffin, saying, "I am called the Heavenly Martial God, you underestimate me too much."

The monkey covered her shoulders, knowing that it had been delayed for too long, so she nodded to Sun Wukong, as if saying, "We will act according to our plan!"

Yang Jian pointed the tip of the gun at him, drew a red line in the air, and said, "I won't let you cross this line."

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's black golden cudgel became as thick as a big tree. He waved towards Yang Jian and said, "In the second round, I'll be your opponent."

Yang Jian hugged the giant golden cudgel with his steel-like arms, and his body had not moved a step, saying, "Sun Wukong, it's just right here, and I have always wanted to decide the winner with you."

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War was flying, thunder and lightning were intertwined, and the monkey took advantage of the gap to turn the red blood pupils, and his body instantly flew to the blood coffin. He raised his purple gold spear and slashed it in the sky. If he could destroy the blood coffin, he could prevent the emergence of the Pluto. The light of hope that carries the last human world was placed on this gun.

Only a melodious ringtone sounded gently in his ears. The Dark Emperor was standing in front of him and slowly took off his mask. At that moment, who was the figure flashing through his mind, and in which picture was finally frozen?

With a lot of doubt, confusion, and anger, the monkey breathed deeply, as if he was sympathetic, and stopped the tip of the gun on her head, saying, "Get out of the way!"

Not far away, the laughter of Emperor Wa came. The soft laughter seemed to have a kind of joke, and said, "My good daughter, kill him. How could he treat you so much when you were so infatuated with him?"

A bone-thundering cold air emanated from Bing Cailing's body, her pale lips were bloodless. She asked, "If I don't let you, will you kill me?"

The surroundings were quiet, as if it was late at night. He hesitated for a while, and still gently spit out a word from his mouth: "Will..."
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