Prehistoric: Across The Country

"You guys left all of Taiyi's treasures to this kid?"

Seeing that so many magic weapons were on Nezha, Wei Hu asked Yang Jian in surprise.

He also understood the situation at that time, Yang Jian should be the main force to defeat Master Taiyi.

But as the victor, he didn't take any of the magic weapons, and gave them all to himself, a young junior who had just started, which made Wei Hu puzzled.

Yang Jian ignored Wei Hu's questioning, but kept stabbing at Wei Hu with a three-pointed and two-edged gun.

The sound of the collision of the three-pointed two-edged spear and the subduing magic pestle kept ringing 07, and the ground under his feet was split open due to the constant fighting between the two.

"This Yang Jian can be inseparable from Wei Hu, the favorite disciple of Daoxing Tianzun."

Taibai Jinxing also noticed the battle situation on Yang Jian's side at this time, his eyes were astonished, he didn't expect that the two of them had been fighting for so long and there was still no winner.

The other immortals also nodded their heads repeatedly. Everyone knew how powerful Wei Hu was. With the Demon Subduing Pestle, many people were unwilling to make him an enemy.

But now, Wei Hu, who is holding the subduing magic pestle, has not taken down Yang Jian, which is enough to see how terrifying Yang Jian is.

"what--"

While everyone was looking at the battlefield on Yang Jian's side, a scream suddenly came from the battlefield on Nezha's side.

Everyone hurriedly looked over there, and their slightly confused eyes suddenly became horrified.

I saw that Han Dulong, who was injured just now, had been held high in the air by Nezha at this moment, and the fire-pointed gun had pierced his chest, and the blood was continuously flowing down the barrel of the gun.

On top of Han Dulong's head, his primordial spirit is quietly leaving the body, flying towards the list of gods in the air.

"Brother—"

Seeing his brother Han Dulong being killed, Xue Ehu's eyes were tearing apart.

"Back back quickly! Evil Tiger!"

Seeing this, Wei Hu yelled, and immediately wanted to call Xue Ehu back.

Now that Han Dulong is dead, Xue Ehu is no match for Nezha by himself, and Wei Hu doesn't want any more accidents for him.

But Xue Ehu, who had already lost his mind, could not listen to Wei Hu's words.

He recklessly burned his natal essence, wanting to die with Nezha by virtue of self-exploding immortal essence.

It's just that before Xue Ehu could get close to Nezha, a golden light penetrated his chest.

Xue Ehu looked at the black hole on his chest in disbelief, turned his neck with difficulty, and looked at Yang Jian unwillingly.

At this time, the brilliance of the third god's eyes slowly retracted, and Yang Jian also turned his attention to Wei Hu again. He had no choice but to shoot Xue Ehu from behind.

Although Xue Ehu lacked in skills, he was no match for Nezha at all.

But his realm is the real peak of Jinxian. If Xue Ehu had managed to get close to Nezha just now, Nezha might not be able to withstand the power of self-destruct.

Wei Hu's throat kept swallowing saliva, he couldn't care about mourning the death of his junior brother at this moment, and he didn't dare to take his eyes off Yang Jian at any moment.

Jinxian's body is extremely powerful, and it is impossible to harm the life of Jinxian without powerful magic weapons or supernatural powers.

Therefore, in the past, duels above the Golden Immortal level were all determined by tricks, and there was rarely a theory of life and death.

But the divine light shot by Yang Jian just now penetrated Xue Ehu's body without any resistance, easily taking his life away.

This made Wei Hu's heart agitated, and he paid more attention to Yang Jian. .