Chapter 933 What is the ever-changing change

Da Zizai really didn't expect that the sword world outside Yang Jian's body, which was as thin as a cicada wing, would have such power. The killer move he had tried his best to prepare was simply and easily destroyed by the last blow in the sword world. Human skin Shengtu was naturally not as good as Shengtu who was alive, but he could use Tu Ren's cultivation to the extreme.

Da Zizai thought that even if this blow could not kill Yang Jian, it would definitely hurt him severely.

However, it was him who suffered the heavy blow.

Wanxingchen Sword Intention

Even if there is only a trace of it, no one can underestimate it.

At this time, Da Zizai was already extremely injured. Yang Jian's attack of the heavy spear was too fierce. Although Da Zizai hurriedly condensed a seven-petal lotus in front of his chest when the heavy spear was approaching, the unformed lotus only blocked a small part of the power of the heavy spear. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have said that this attack could have killed him on the spot.

Da Zizai looked at the injuries on his chest and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Yang Jian...I really don't know what you have to be proud of. All your success depends on others rather than yourself, but you can always be proud and contented because of such success. After using other people's things to succeed, you think it's your own success, but you really think it's your own success..."

Yang Jian would not care about his sarcasm at this moment. He strode to Da Zizai and pointed at Da Zizai's forehead with the heavy spear with internal strength.

"Success is success. No matter what means or method is used, success will never be equivalent to failure. In any case, success is worthy of happiness."

The spear tip pointed at Da Zizai's forehead, but Da Zi seemed extremely calm at this time.

"You really have nothing to be happy with..."

He smiled, which made people feel a little nervous: "Because you have just defeated a great freedom, there is an existence in this world that you will never be able to defeat, but you have not reached that level yet. You think you are standing at the highest point of this world, but you are really small."

"and you"

Yang Jian sent the heavy spear forward and pierced Dazizai's forehead in the next second: "It's even smaller."

"Yes... I never think I'm not a small person."

Da Zizai said, "Because I know much more than you... and now it seems you have won, but... who knows?"

Yang Jian seemed too lazy to say anything else, and gave another point forward.

But, in this moment.

Something came out of Da Zizai's clothes by itself, just like when a cicada broke through the shell, but the time for a cicada to break through the shell was not so fast, and it was completed in an instant. When the thing came out of Da Zizai's arms, Yang Jian had almost no hesitation to chop the heavy spear down. The target was not Da Zizai but this thing that drilled out.

His speed was already extremely fast, but because it was really unexpected, it was still half slow.

The things that came out quickly expanded and then rolled out to the side. Yang Jian's heavy spear hit the ground hard, and a deep pit was smashed out with a bang. Da Zizai's body was shocked and flew backwards, and the air seemed to be shattered.

However, Yang Jian’s idea was no longer with Dayi.

In other words, Yang Jian's attention is no longer on the dead Dayi side.

far away

A new great freedom stood there, panting, but his eyes were particularly proud.

This Da Zizai was sticky and snot-like liquid flowed down from his body. After a moment, a lot of that kind of thing flowed down from his standing position, which was disgusting. This Da Zizai stood naked, with disgusting mucus all over his body.

"You are old enough to understand the world."

Xin Dayi smiled, and the corners of his mouth were filled with sarcasm to Yang Jian.

DaZi Zai's eyes sterned, and it seemed difficult to understand why such a thing happened. Although his resurrection was already an incredible thing, DaZi Zai's changes still made him feel incredible. Yang Jian did not die at first, but instead borrowed half of Wan Xingchen's cultivation to fall asleep and woke up when he needed it. But DaZi Zai, DaZi Zai was like a snake just now... he had just completed a snake shed.

"The people in the Buddha Sect are so weird, it turns out to be true."

Yang Jian's face calmed down a little, and he remained on guard.

"Strange?"

Da Zizai laughed: "Don't you think this is a miracle? Even I think this is a method that only God has. Who can do this except God? With this, I deceived the King of Dalun and Yang Qi. With this, I came out of Dalun Temple and traveled eastward, fighting with one master after another. Every time I fight, I will get myself covered in bruises... because as long as I get seriously injured enough, I can transform into a new me... a stronger me!"

Da Zizai's arms shook, and the mucus on his body was then shaken away by his internal force.

"Yang Jian, do you know who you are fighting with?"

Da Zizai pointed to himself: "You are fighting a god."

...

...

Bang!

With a dull sound, Yang Jian's body was shocked and flew backwards, hitting heavily on a big tree. The huge impact force broke the big tree as thick as a bucket in the waist. The huge crown of the big tree slowly fell down, and when it hit the ground, it stirred up smoke and dust in the sky.

Yang Jian was very hard and struggled for a while before he stood up.

The inner armor on his body became flickering. Obviously, the power of the attack just now was so strong that even the armor could not bear it. However, if it weren't for the protection of the body of this armor, Yang Jian might have been seriously injured. Even so, Yang Jian, who stood up again, still seemed much weaker.

In the distance, the Great Freedom that knocked Yang Jian away looked even stronger. When he just shedded from his body, his body seemed a little weak and not solid enough. After more than ten minutes, this weakness was no longer visible. His body became particularly strong, and he looked like the Great Freedom before he was injured.

"Every time I transform, I will become stronger."

Da Zizai slowly walked forward and said, "So, what do you use to defeat me? Every time you are injured, you will become weaker and weaker. Every time I am injured, I will take a shortcut to a stronger one... This is the difference between mortals and God. Can you... still find a chance to win before me?"

Yang Jian looked at the dilapidated heavy spear in his hand, and then looked at the cracks of the cracks in the chest of the armor.

The pain in his chest made him more awake, while the blood on the corners of his mouth made him calmer.

"I firmly believe in one thing."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, then straightened his waist: "There is absolutely no perfection in this world. If there is one, it is just an illusion that looks like it. It is deliberately showing it to confuse others. You said that you will become stronger after every serious injury, which is undeniable. However, such a technique must have its drawbacks, and I believe that once this drawback is exposed, you will definitely die and look ugly."

"But do you know what it is?"

Great freedom ask.

"I don't know, but I will find it!"

Yang Jian jumped up suddenly, then waved his heavy spear to hit Da Zizai.

Bang!

Two powerful internal forces collided together, and Yang Jian was shocked and flew backwards again. His body fell to the ground and smashed a deep pit, but he did not stop and continued to rub it backwards, and plowed a deep groove six or seven meters long on the ground. After this blow, the heavy spear in his hand was completely shattered, and the armor on his body was finally torn apart.

This time, it was a real wound.

A blood mark on his chest with a palm-long blood appeared on his chest. Although the wound was not very deep, the flesh looked very ferocious when it flipped to both sides. The blood was flowing out, but the flow rate was very slow. If you look closely, you will notice that the blood was much thicker than that of normal people, and there was an illusion that it was not blood but red paste.

The blood of normal people will never be so sticky.

"really"

Da Zizai looked at Yang Jian's wound and smiled, his eyes full of relief: "This is why you have to live by blood exchange... Not only do you need to live after serious injury, but you still need to live by blood even if you are not injured for a while. A normal person has blood flowing all over his body... And your blood is not your own, and your body is actually very old and the blood cannot flow smoothly, so it will become precipitated and sticky... So I guess, even if you are not injured, you must live by blood exchange."

Yang Jian looked down at his wound, his face changing constantly.

"You don't need to look at me with this kind of monster-looking look..."

Da Zizai shrugged his shoulders while walking: "Relatively speaking, I am a monster, but aren't you a monster? You shouldn't exist, so please don't look at me with that look. Don't use that disdainful expression. Are you mocking me? Why don't you mock yourself first?"

"Oh...by the way."

Da Zizai said: "Because people always see other people's shortcomings and deficiencies, mock and insult them, but they can't see their own shortcomings. Even if it is the same thing, their views on themselves are different from those of others. For example, if I spit on the ground, you pass by and glar at me fiercely, and you will scold me in your heart. After walking a few steps, you feel uncomfortable in your throat and spit on your mouth, but you will never scold yourself for being really disgusting."

Yang Jian struggled to stand up again and tore off a piece of Bull from his body to hold the wound. He was very skilled in this action. More than 200 years ago, what he was most familiar with was to deal with the wound himself after fighting on the battlefield.

"People from the Buddhist sect always say a lot of these seemingly reasonable words to show that they are very thoughtful."

Yang Jian spat on the dirt in his mouth, looked at Da Zizai and said seriously: "In your words, that's because of a kind of bad nature of a human being. He always says something when he feels that he wants to win, otherwise he will feel sorry for his identity as the winner."

"Let me lend you a word just now."

Yang Jian took a deep breath and then walked forward towards Dayi: "Sometimes it seems that you are going to win, but you may not win. You just said that I am too old to understand this world, because the world is changing, and I don't deny it. But... you are not that you can't understand this world, you can't even understand the situation in front of you. You know that the world is changing, but you don't know that the huge rock in front of you is also changing."

Da Zizai was slightly stunned and suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the camp, and then saw two figures swiftly sweeping over. Before the two men had reached the nearest place, they threw a few round things the size of watermelons, and they came very quickly. Da Zizai subconsciously used his internal strength to shake the thrown things open, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang... those things exploded and blood flowers bloomed.

That's

Human head

Da Zizai swept back and did not take any more action, and a few heads rolled on the ground.

Daquan knew all these people.

It was the heads of the twenty-eight red-robed monks he brought.

"A decisive battle of one hundred people is a war. A decisive battle of ten thousand people is a war. A decisive battle of two people is naturally a war. As long as it is a war... it will not remain unchanged, but will seek changes because of their respective interests, so there will be a statement that the situation of the war changes rapidly. These... you don't understand."

Yang Jian said with a sneer.

Da Zizai turned around, and the figures of the two men became clear.

He knows them all.
Chapter completed!