I Am Erlang God Yang Jian

From that blank space, a vague figure continued to condense.

"Continue to resist!" Yang Jian sent a sound transmission to the Yuanling in the rock, waved his right hand, and a majestic force penetrated into the rock.

Receiving the majestic mana, the rock shook all over, swept away the slump, and emitted a azure azure light again, shooting a huge beam of light, obliterating the eighth thunder tribulation.

Then, it turned into a meteor and rushed into the thundercloud, and the majestic mana formed a huge windmill on the surface of the body, constantly strangling and smashing the Thunder Dragon.

With the support of Yang Jian's majestic mana, the rock finally strangled all the thunder dragons, smashed the thunder cloud, and survived the catastrophe. A golden light fell from the sky to cover the rock, and gradually a young man with a resolute face appeared in front of him.

"Thank you, senior, for helping you transform into shape!"

The young man's face was full of gratitude, and he bowed in front of Yang Jian.

If it wasn't for Yang Jian who saved him at the last moment, countless years of patience and countless years of hard work would have turned into ashes and vanished.

"That's right, that's right, as soon as you transform into a form, you will have a mysterious cultivation base, which is considered a good qualification in today's era.

I am the disciple of the sage Tongtian, the second-generation disciple, the Great Emperor Ziwei, Yang Jian, you are willing to worship me as your teacher! "

Yang Jian was not hypocritical, and asked directly.

Apprenticeship?

The young man was very excited when he heard Yang Jian's words, but he was fed up with not having a master.

It took countless years of ascetic cultivation to take shape, and he almost failed.

Now there is such a good opportunity, there will be missed.

So, the young man kowtowed to Yang Jian.

"The disciple has seen the master!"

"The disciple has seen the master!"

"well!"

Looking at the young man kneeling on the ground, Yang Jian felt a burst of joy in his heart, indescribably happy.

"Do you have a name?" Yang Jian asked.

"Master, the disciple was born, and he doesn't have a name yet. Please ask Master to give me a name." The young man replied.

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Jian said, "You are not a stubborn rock in Zhoushan, but your teacher's surname is Yang, then you should follow your teacher's surname.

Then, call it Yang Buzhou.

Not weeks, not weeks, I hope that in the future you will be able to resound like Buzhou Mountain. "

Yang Buzhou!

The young man was also happy when he heard the name given by Yang Jian.

"Haha, I have a name, my name is Yang Buzhou."

"My name is Yang Buzhou."

The young man cried out with joy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian remembered the scene of Sun Wukong's apprenticeship to Daoist Bodhi in the future.

That scene is not like this.

"Teacher, your stubborn petrified shape is similar to that of being a teacher, and your body is strong. As my disciple, you will naturally inherit the mantle of being a teacher.

This method will be taught to you, remember that this method is not to be passed on to others.

If you pass it on to others, even if you pursue reincarnation as a teacher, you will destroy it. "

Yang Jian put a point on Yang Buzhou's head, and the profound meaning of the seventh layer of the indestructible golden body was introduced into their minds.

The immortal golden body has a total of nine layers.

Even Yang Jian has only cultivated to the sixth level now, and his body is comparable to the acquired limit.

"My disciple understands." Yang Buzhou replied.

Then, Yang Jian stretched out his hand to wipe the storage space, took out a treasure and handed it to Yang Buzhou...

"This thing was bestowed by your great master, Tongtian, as a teacher, but it is an innate spiritual treasure called the Purple Electric Hammer. It contains lightning and is extremely powerful."

"I don't have any requirements for you as a teacher, just keep my heart all the time!"

The purple electric hammer can't be used much for Yang Jian now.

There are three-pointed, two-edged knives talking, but there is no need for other treasures.

And Yang Buzhou was still shocked by the Lingbao in his hand.

You must know that it has been millions of years since he was born with Lingzhi. In these millions of years, I don't know how many creatures have stepped into Buzhou Mountain in search of treasures.

Although he has never changed shape, but after awakening for so long, he still knows the preciousness of innate spiritual treasures.

It is definitely something that can make countless people crazy, and my teacher threw it to me like a garbage, and I couldn't help but mutter in my heart.

"It seems that the teacher I worship is a great person!"

"Okay, the disciple should follow the practice of the master."

Yang Jian turned around, unloaded his mana, and continued to climb towards Buzhou Mountain.

　3.2 Yang Buzhou, who was behind him, had a leisurely look on his face, as if he was not deterred by the momentum of Buzhou Mountain.

Because he is a creature bred by Buzhou Mountain, and he was born accustomed to the breath of God Pangu, so naturally he will not be oppressed by Buzhou Mountain.

In secret, Yang Buzhou began to practice his indestructible golden body, and Buzhou Mountain was an excellent place to practice this method.

In this way, the two masters and apprentices continued to climb towards the highest point of Buzhou Mountain.

At the same time, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a mysterious big man crossed countless barriers and entered Buzhou Mountain.

The target seems to be Yang Jian. .

Chapter 127

Sixty thousand meters!

Seventy thousand meters! !

Eighty thousand meters! ! !

When Yang Jian crossed the height of [-] meters, he could feel the aura oppressing him getting stronger and stronger.

The further up you go, the more powerful the pressure will be.

Crunch! !

Under the pressure of this powerful breath, the bones in Yang Jian's body were creaking, as if they were about to be broken at any time.

However, every time at the shattered edge an aura emerges, restoring the damage he has taken.

And with the shattering and reorganizing again and again, Yang Jian can feel that the last step is getting closer and closer.

The seventh is just around the corner.

And Yang Buzhou, who was behind him, was also panting at the moment, although he was a creature born in Buzhou Mountain and was not deterred by the breath of the mountain.

However, his strength is too low to resist the invasion of the breath left by the great god Pangu.

However, in these days, Yang Buzhou's strength has entered the realm of Jinxian.

Yang Jian glanced back at Yang Buzhou and said softly, "Teacher, relax, and understand the Great Way of Heaven and Earth with your heart."

"Yes, Master!" Yang Buzhou replied, and then he relaxed his mind, instead of resisting the invasion of Buzhou Mountain's breath, and allowed him to enter his body.

Yang Jian looked at Yang Buzhou's situation and nodded with satisfaction. This son's talent does not belong to the creatures of the ancient times.

Then, Yang Jian continued to climb towards Buzhou Mountain.

After reaching the height of [-] kilometers.

Yang Jian stopped again and rested in place.

Although he only climbed five kilometers, but these five kilometers almost exhausted his whole body.

The terrifying Buzhou Mountain pressure, the whole oppression, his powerful flesh, constantly emits low-pitched explosions.

It was a high-intensity energy explosion generated by the collision between the physical force and the pressure of the Buzhou Mountain, and explosions like this occurred tens of thousands of times every second.

In the dense explosion, above his body, the flesh burst, and the splendid blood flowers continued to bloom.

The coercion of Buzhou Mountain was like an invisible large grinding plate, grinding his fleshly body.

The majestic blood energy rose centered on the place where Yang Jian sat cross-legged.

Even with the pressure of Buzhou Mountain, this blood energy still rushed to a height of several hundred meters.

With the coercion of Buzhou Mountain and the remnants of Pangu's backbone to hone his physical body, this kind of crazy thing, the whole flood, I am afraid that there will be no second person.

The coercion of Buzhou Mountain, the indestructible golden body, these two large grinding discs, one inside and one outside, double grinding.

That kind of sourness, even if Yang Jian was already mentally prepared, he almost fainted in pain.

It hurts.

This is no longer a simple physical pain, words cannot describe it at all.

Intensive explosions, as well as the splendid blood flowers, wave after wave.

The flesh was crushed, but it quickly reorganized and regenerated quickly under that mysterious power.

Just at the height of [-] kilometers in Buzhou Mountain, a mighty wave of spiritual energy like Wang Yang gathered.

And in this wave of spiritual energy, there was a faint ancient aura that flowed into Yang Jian's body.

The tortured Yang Jian, who was already fluttering, didn't notice it.

Time has no concept.

At least for Yang Jian at this time, there is indeed no concept of time.

Maybe one second, maybe ten thousand years.

In his consciousness, the only thing he could see was the splendid blood flowers that kept bursting out.