Feng Shen: I, Bo Yi Kao, will never be the Emperor Ziwei!

Chapter 89

Longmen Mountain.

It is majestic for thousands of miles, with strange peaks and dangerous peaks, but it seems to have been cut open by a sharp knife in the middle, forming a canyon thousands of miles long, through which the Yellow River flows mightily to the east.

The arrival of a blood-stained figure broke the tranquility here.

"Is this the last stop of Emperor Yu's flood control? The mountain-opening ax that carried the hopes and merits of the human race was left here."

Yang Jian stood at the foot of the mountain, his eyes were full of exhaustion, he didn't come here, but killed him all the way!
Since leaving Yuquan Mountain, countless heavenly soldiers and generals have chased and intercepted him, wave after wave, killing them endlessly like locusts.

He no longer remembered how much he had killed, and he didn't know how many more he would kill in the future. The armor on his body had long been dyed dark red, which was the trace left after the blood dried up over and over again.

There are auspicious clouds gathering in the sky, and the sound of fighting comes from far and near, quickly.

Yang Jian plunged into Longmen Mountain, starting from the foot of the mountain, searching the mountain inch by inch.

As soon as he left with his front feet, there was a fairy light descending on his back feet, and countless heavenly soldiers appeared in his body.

"Search!"

Following the order of a golden armored general, the heavenly soldiers poured into Longmen Mountain like an overwhelming sea.

In an instant, the mountains and plains were covered with shiny silver armor, shining coldly in the sun.

Yang Jian noticed the movement here, and subconsciously quickened his pace.

However, the search for the mountain ax still slowed down his speed, and soon, countless heavenly soldiers surrounded him.

"kill!"

Yang Jian roared in a low voice, the three-pointed and two-edged knife glowed with a cold light, and the murderous aura shot up into the sky, as if it was real, visible to the naked eye!

In an instant, Yang Jian's figure flitted like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, setting off a frenzied killing!
As the sword light flickered, more than a dozen heavenly soldiers were cut across the waist, blood gushed out, dyed the earth and mountains red, and the pungent bloody smell permeated, making people want to vomit!

Soon, there were wrecks all over the ground under his feet. The severed limbs and heads piled up into hills, and the blood gathered into a stream, flowing silently.

The dark red armor was dyed bright red again, but Yang Jian's footsteps never stopped. He wanted to find the ax and use it to end the suffering of his family!

This is his wish and also his inner demon!
"Those who stop me will die!"

The Bajiu Xuangong was running, and Yang Jian's body grew in the wind, and instantly turned into a size of a hundred feet, and he swept it out with a single knife, and directly emptied the area!
In front of the huge force that can carry mountains and drive seas, heavenly soldiers are just weeds that can be easily removed, and they can't even make him stop for a moment.

With a body as hard as a magic weapon, it doesn't even need to dodge, just resist the attack, just run over it!

"Gah!"

It was as if the sound of a crow's crowing came from the sky, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose sharply, and a big sun fell from the sky. The sudden high temperature ignited the mountain fire, and it spread crazily down the mountain!

Amid the scorching flames, a golden-armored god general walked out slowly, his expression indifferent, like a puppet, without a trace of emotion.

"Golden Crow God General!"

Seeing the coming general, Yang Jian was not surprised at all, he slashed the three-pointed two-edged knife casually, and the cold light shot straight at the god and chopped off his neck!

"Ding!"

A golden light blocked the three-pointed two-edged knife. It was a fast-rotating golden wheel, spitting out scorching flames, and the burning space seemed to be distorted, extremely domineering.

This is the real fire of the sun, one of the most terrifying flames in the prehistoric world, even the Da Luo Jinxian can be hurt!
Seeing that the real fire of the sun was about to spread to the three-pointed and two-edged knife, Yang Jian immediately drew the knife and retreated. He didn't care about searching carefully, and went to Longmen Canyon in a flash.

The mighty water of the Yellow River is the best thing to restrain this domineering flame.

"Want to subdue my fire with water?"

The Golden Crow God General saw Yang Jian's plan clearly, sneered, turned into Changhong and followed him unhurriedly.

In the Longmen Canyon, the majestic water vapor rises, and the surging water flows eastward.

Yang Jian plunged into the Yellow River, and in an instant, the raging waves stopped strangely, just like the calm before the storm.

The next moment, water halos suddenly appeared on the turbid river surface, densely packed, innumerable, superimposed and overlapping, as if the entire river was boiling.

"Crack!"

A fish jumped out of the water, as if triggering a chain reaction, countless fish and shrimp jumped up first.

At this time, the Golden Crow God will come, and the hot and domineering sun will come!
In an instant, all the fish and shrimps were turned into ashes and spilled into the water of the Yellow River, making the already turbid river even more turbid.

"Yang Jian, are you going to show off that ridiculous change again? Besides running away, what else will you do?"

"You will know soon!" Yang Jian's answer came from the bottom of the river.

The next moment, as if an atomic bomb had been dropped on the calm river, a huge water mushroom cloud rose into the sky!

A black dragon tail hides in it, hideous scales looming faintly, dancing with the waves, sweeping towards the Golden Crow God General with ten thousand hectares of force.

"Oh!"

The Golden Crow God General was instantly sent flying, piercing through several mountains before barely stopping. The shiny armor was torn apart, and the scorching flames turned the mountain rocks into magma, which rolled and flowed.

And in the canyon, a gigantic beast appeared, three dragons the size of a mountain, poking their heads out of the water.

"Golden Crow God General, save your life!"

The three-headed dragon spit out human words, but it was Yang Jian's voice.

These huge three-headed dragons were transformed by Yang Jian's Bajiu Xuangong!

I saw the mouths of the three blood pots opened wide, and the immeasurable river water was swallowed by them, extracting strands of black water vapor, which was icy cold!

One yuan weighs water, as heavy as ten thousand jun!

One drop, two drops, three drops. A thousand drops!

"hold head high!"

With the sound of the dragon's roar, a thousand drops of black water melted into a three-pointed, two-edged knife, wrapped in a majestic momentum like the sea, and directly pierced the Golden Crow God General's chest, causing half of his body to shatter into flames. Extinguished by the most cloudy and cold water vapor!

"Ho~ho~"

Painful groans came out, the Golden Crow God General was not dead yet, his body was protected by a round of golden wheels, it turned out to be a golden crow.

At the same time, the mighty three-headed dragons disappeared on the water, replaced by a young man with a face like gold paper, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, his legs were trembling.

A look of extreme kidney deficiency.

Glancing at the mountain where the Golden Crow God was about to disappear, Yang Jian slowly sank to the bottom of the river.

He had a hunch that what he was looking for was nearby.

The turbulent tide regained its calm, and the river rushed eastward without going forward.

At the bottom of the river, Yang Jian adjusted his breath for a while, and after recovering a little mana, he continued to search.

There is a divine light beating between the eyebrows, as if guiding him in the direction.

Three days later, Yang Jian crossed the Qianli Canyon, and finally saw an ancient stone ax lying quietly on the bottom of the river, allowing the river to continue to wash away.

"Opening axe."

For no reason, Yang Jian knew that this was what he had been looking for.

And the moment he stretched out his hand to grab the stone axe, a sharp ax light rushed out, slashing towards the purple-gold vertical mark between his eyebrows!
(End of this chapter)