Honghuang: Signing In for A Hundred Years, My Dao Identity was Exposed by Yunxiao

"Nezha, you actually know my name?"

Hearing Nezha reveal his name, Yang Jian looked surprised.

In order to supervise and motivate him to practice, Master Yuding Zhenren specially informed Yang Jian about the disciples received by the twelve golden immortals of Kunlun Mountain.

Therefore, Yang Jian knew that one of the Kunlun Twelve Golden Immortals had a powerful cultivation base, Taiyi Zhenren, who accepted a disciple in the world, named Nezha.

Nezha was born and extraordinary, but the reincarnation of the spiritual bead carried by the sage Nuwa.

However, the real master Taiyi only taught Nezha the magic weapon, and did not take Nezha to Kunlun Mountain to practice orthodox magic and magic.

"What if you know?"

Nezha stood in the void, looking down at Yang Jian and said:

"Among the three generations of Chanjiao's disciples, it is said that you, Yang Jian, have the highest cultivation base and the strongest strength!"

Originally, Nezha didn't know Yang Jian in the human world, and Taiyi Zhenren didn't tell him the identities of the disciples of the other twelve golden immortals.

However, Nezha has seen Yang Jian in the future picture in the long river of time.

When it comes to the future battlefield of Fengshen, in terms of achievements, achievements, and strength, only Yang Jian of the younger generation can compare with him.

All forces also like to compare Yang Jian to him.

Nezha is also very interested in Yang Jian in his heart, but the current Yang Jian's cultivation is strong, but he has not gone down the mountain to experience, and is far from his opponent.

What's more, he has already realized the great supernatural power in his eldest brother Ning Cheng.

"Know?"

Hearing Nezha's indifferent tone, Yang Jian sneered: "It's good to know!"

"Although I don't know where the devilish energy in you came from, but seeing that you killed Lei Zhenzi, you are no longer a member of the Kunlun Mountains!"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, staring at the terrifying demonic energy that was wandering around Nezha.

"If that's the case, don't blame me for disregarding my old friendship!"

A cold light flashed, and a three-pointed two-edged sword suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's hand.

The dazzling immortal brilliance rose up from Yang Jian's body. The power was so flamboyant that people couldn't help trembling. This was the coercion from the soul. The radiance is radiant, and the fire is like a torch.

Holding a three-pointed, two-edged sword, Yang Jian has an extraordinary demeanor, and he has an aura that I am the only one who gives up on me.

Even Nezha had to admit that Yang Jian was very good-looking and looked like a god of war.

But Nezha has always been the character of the devil king of chaos, and his mouth is very vicious.

"Whoever pretends to show it, the knives on Chaoge Street are better than you."

Nezha stood in the void, and the ten thousand miles of space around him seemed to be still, and he couldn't feel the passage of time. At this time, the red-blooded dragon-patterned gun in his hand shot out.

In an instant, the scarlet-blooded dragon-patterned spear pierced through the void and pointed directly at Yang Jian.

Boom, the killing intent is like the sea, galloping and roaring, sweeping the sky, like a devil emperor crossing the heavens and coming to the world!

Nezha fit perfectly with the scarlet blood dragon-patterned spear, and a shocking murderous aura erupted, seeming to sway the Jiutian Xinghe.

Kunlun Mountain was shaking, and even Yang Jian's heart was shaking!

At this time, Yang Jian realized that Nezha's strength far exceeded his imagination.

The speed of that long spear, breaking through the barrier of space, is only instantaneous, many times faster than Lei Zhenzi's Wanli Yimian speed.

Moreover, the killing intent and demonic energy attached to the red-blooded dragon-patterned spear made people terrified.

"How brave!"

Yang Jian raised his voice and shouted, like a real dragon crossing the sky, holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, like a dragon's body, swinging violently, the knife slashed the spear head.

"boom!"

Two extremely powerful saint soldiers erupted with powerful fluctuations, and immediately the Kunlun Qianzhang mountain where Yang Jian was standing collapsed.

And his three-pointed and two-edged slash hit the red-blooded dragon-patterned spear, spattering sparks in all directions, but it was unable to stop it. The spear's edge was like blood, and it still stabbed over, following the shadow of Nezha. verb: move.

Yang Jian murmured again, like a dragon roaring in the sky, his hand flashed with cold light, and he again drew his knife against the dragon-marked spear.

"Qiang!" A harsh voice came out, and the three-pointed and two-edged sword was shaped like a dragon.

If Master Yuding was here, he would definitely find that Yang Jian had used the magical powers of the Eighty Nine Mysteries to bless him at this time.

But around this, there is still nothing Nezha can do.

The two were fighting on the sky of Kunlun, and they were both invincible masters of melee combat. Now they are fighting against each other, constantly fluctuating and sweeping Kunlun with prestige, but wherever they pass, they will be broken and mountains will fall.

"Boom!"

Another thousand-zhang Kunlun mountain exploded, and countless flying sands shot off. Yang Jian rushed out of the mountain, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Nezha, you are far stronger than I thought."

Yang Jian's voice was deep, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

During the battle between the two just now, Yang Jian was completely suppressed by Nezha and suffered serious injuries. On the other hand, Nezha's face was calm, and the demonic energy around his body did not subside at all, but became more and more terrifying.

"But you haven't accepted the Kunlun orthodox god channel method, you are not my opponent!"

"Fa Xiangtiandi!"

Yang Jian roared in the sky, and a powerful and horrifying momentum rushed through him.

Even if the Kunlun Mountain creatures are separated by thousands of miles, they can feel it clearly, like a shocking qi edge rising from Yang Jian's body, making people tremble.

"boom"

A monstrous immortal brilliance soared into the sky, submerging thousands of miles west of Kunlun, and the sacred mountain of Jade Ding was covered, and the shuddering breath rushed out of Kunlun and filled the four fields!

Yang Jian's real body has been transformed into a dharma image of thousands of feet, and the vast power is manifested on the dharma image, and every move can cause cracks and vibrations in the ground under his feet.

The three-pointed and two-edged sword was already thousands of feet long, so the blade swept across, and a series of mountains burst and exploded, slashing towards Nezha in the sky.

Nezha didn't dodge, stood there barefoot, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This is the magical power of orthodox interpretation!"

Originally, to deal with the magical powers of the heavens and the earth in Yang Jian's eighty-nine profound arts, Nezha only needed to call out the magic treasure of Huntianling.

But Nezha only held the red-blooded dragon-patterned spear in his hand.

In addition, the terrifying magical energy around Nezha's body extended to the surface of the gun, making the blood of the dragon-marked gun even more blush, as if it was made of blood.

"Yang Jian, I forgot to tell you, my red-blooded dragon-patterned spear is an innate treasure!"

Nezha's voice fell, and he saw that he aimed the scarlet-blooded dragon-patterned spear at the incomparably huge Yang Jian, and then threw it violently.

"boom!"

The scarlet-blooded dragon-patterned spear flew into the void, and immediately turned into a blood-colored fire dragon that was 10,000 meters long, roaring away at Yang Jian.

Then Nezha stood in the void and watched all this happen.

The sage Nuwa Niangniang said that if the red-blooded dragon-patterned gun he chose was matched with fire-attribute supernatural powers, it could exert the attacking power of the top innate spiritual treasure.

He just used the true fire of Samadhi to activate the dragon-marked spear, and he didn't believe that he could not turn over Yang Jian.

"Bang 440!"

In just a split second, the ten thousand zhang long three-flavored real fire dragon slammed into Yang Jian's body, and immediately saw Yang Jian being hit by the fire dragon thousands of miles away, and then fell heavily, and the real body collapsed countless mountains.

"Cough cough~~"

Afterwards, Yang Jian's supernatural powers were broken and his original body was restored.

But at this time, most of his skin was scorched black, and most of his hair was burned away, and he no longer looked like a beautiful boy.

The worst Yang Jian fell heavily to the ground, bleeding from his nose and mouth, and couldn't get up.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Nezha, holding a dragon-marked spear, stood in the void and looked down indifferently.

"Hit!" Yang Jian struggled to prop up his body, gritted his teeth and roared.

But at this time, the younger sister Yang Chan immediately blocked Yang Jian's body, and her beautiful face was already crying with pear blossoms and rain.

"My brother doesn't fight anymore, please let him go!"

"please!"

Nezha wasn't really enchanted. When he saw Yang Chan, he thought of Daji and Sister Ao Li and other women. He immediately softened his heart and turned into a streamer and flew to the Golden Light Cave of Taiyi Realm.

After a while, Nezha came to the outside of Taiyi Zhenren's cave.

Just arrived, a cold reprimand sounded from inside the cave:

"What did you come to me for, do you still want to kill the teacher?"

"Taiyi, of course I came to you to end the cause and effect between you and me!" Nezha said.

Taiyi Zhenren sneered: "Finish the cause and effect with me, evil obstacles, do you know that your destiny has been changed, and now that the devil is in your heart, you still don't know how to repent!"

Nezha directly blew up the gate of the cave mansion with a single shot, and looked directly at the real Taiyi who was sitting cross-legged in the cave mansion:

"Fate, my life is in my hands, my own life, no one can control it, including you!".