Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter 172 The Mantis Catches the Cicada

The Baolian Lantern suddenly lost its brilliance, like an ordinary jade lantern falling down.

Yang Jian let out a long sigh of relief, and hurriedly moved to put away the Baolian Lantern. But at this moment, an accident occurred. Below Xi Yue, a figure rushed up, showing unparalleled speed to grab the Baolian Lantern.

Yang Jian's eyes drenched, and he rolled his hand to suppress the rushing figure and left.

However, only a tiger roar was heard, and a shining white tiger suddenly flashed and slaughtered Yang Jian fiercely.

The white tiger supervises the soldiers!

Yang Jian instantly knew who came.

There was a bright silver light in his eyebrows, and he went straight to the ferocious white tiger, piercing the white tiger's body directly.

In the next moment, Hongguang rushed towards the Baolian Lantern.

The Baolian Lantern is a life-saving talisman for Yang Chan and even him, and it must not be lost.

If the Baolian Lantern were snatched from the Heavenly Court, their brothers and sisters would lose a treasure that could shock the gods and Buddhas in the sky, which would be extremely detrimental to them.

Yang Jian's speed is extremely fast, but the speed of the White Tiger Supervisor is not slow.

Yang Jian swept out the three-pointed and two-edged swords in his hand. He stared coldly at the White Tiger Superintendent God Monarch, "You want to intervene horizontally?"

The White Tiger Superintendent God Sovereign was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, combed with a bun, a white jade hairpin inserted horizontally, and white hair fluttering on both sides of his forehead. There is a silver-white mark between the eyebrows, adding two points of majesty and domineering.

Facing Yang Jian's murderous eyes, the superintendent of the White Tiger soldier was calm and composed. He said indifferently, "How can the Baolian magic lamp be able to get involved."

Their bodies burst out with tyrannical mana fluctuations, grabbing the Baolian Lantern, and no one can get it.

The war gods in the north and south poles looked at each other in the distance, and they didn't expect that there would be someone staring at the top of Xiyue, let alone the White Tiger Supervisor of the Sifang God. And his purpose was clearly not Yang Chan, but the Baolian Lantern in Yang Chan's hands.

The Antarctic God of War chuckled, "Brother, it seems that our brothers were used as bait."

The Arctic God of War looked down slightly and was in a bad mood.

They are the Five Extremes God of War under Emperor Gouchen, but this time they have been used by others. It is only strange that they are in a good mood.

However, they did not intervene, but watched the changes.

Yang Jian confronted the White Tiger Superintendent God Sovereign, and his mana continued to collide with thunderous sounds. Above the void, thunder and lightning flashed, shaking people's hearts.

Fahai sits in the lotus flower of the Buddha's light pagoda, the light of the Buddha lingers, the treasure is solemn, quiet and peaceful, as if isolated from the world.

His eyes were not on Yang Jian and Baihu Jianbing Shenjun, but on the other three. Their breath is exactly the same as that of the White Tiger Superintendent of Soldiers, and they should be the remaining three of the four gods. He didn't notice it at first, and only thought that the White Tiger Superintendent of Soldiers was here. Afterwards, he scanned the surroundings with celestial eyesight and found it.

The four gods are the Qinglong Mengzhang god, guarding the east; the white tiger supervising soldiers, guarding the west; Zhuqueling, the light god, guarding the south; Xuanwu, the Ming god, guarding the north. The Sifang God is a disappearing figure in the Heavenly Court, but his strength is not trivial.

This time, the Sifang Gods came together, and it can be seen that they are bound to win the Baolian Lantern.

Fahai didn't worry about Yang Jian's defeat. The White Tiger Supervisor alone was not Yang Jian's opponent. He only needs to stare at the three princes of Qinglong Mengzhang, as long as these three do not move, the Baolian Lantern will not be lost.

Moreover, he has other methods. If the Baolian Lantern was really in danger of being robbed, he would take away the Buddha's Light Pagoda and let the Three Madonna inspire the power of the Baolian Lantern.

Yang Jian's eyes were chilly, and the sky between his brows was looming.

The White Tiger Superintendent of the Soldiers' robes hunted, and a golden rope around his waist was also looming.

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly moved.

He raised his hand and blasted out suddenly, and the White Tiger Superintendent God Sovereign's heart moved, and a golden talisman appeared out of thin air, directly resisting Yang Jian's offensive.

Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword swept across, and the sharp edge ran through three thousand miles.

There is no cloud in the sky.

The White Tiger Superintendent Sovereign's expression condensed, and his hands formed a mysterious seal. Void trembles, four mysterious and powerful talisman hanging down from the sky. The four talismans were integrated, trapping Yang Jian like Hong Zhong.

A chuckle appeared on the face of the Superintendent White Tiger Soldier Shenjun, mixed with disdain.

Between Yang Jian's eyebrows, the sky's eyes shot out silver light, impacting on the four talisman. Fulu vibrated, and the golden light dissipated a little.

The White Tiger Superintendent Shenjun lightly raised his eyebrows, gave Yang Jian a provocative look, and stretched out his hand to grab the Baolian magic lamp floating in the air.

brush!

Suddenly, a fierce breath poured out. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly turned his head to look over, only to see that Yang Jian had already left the Fuluo array.

"you……"

There was a look of shock in his eyes.

Yang Jian didn't talk nonsense with him, the three-pointed and two-edged sword flashed with brilliance, and suddenly cut it down at him.

A strong jealousy appeared in the eyes of the White Tiger Superintendent God Monarch, and he completely underestimated Yang Jian's strength. Unexpectedly, Yang Jian broke his proud array in a few breaths.

Yang Jian is the first of the three generations of disciples in the school, not just because he possesses the mighty and unpredictable celestial eyes. His own talent and strength are incredible, eight/nine profound arts, laws of heaven and earth, they are all famous magical powers.

Yang Jian's offensive was fierce, and the eyes of the sky shot brilliance from time to time, making the white tiger supervising the soldiers spit out. The three men of Qinglong Mengzhang who were hiding in the dark watched the white tiger supervising soldiers being beaten, but they couldn't help it.

They have the same siblings and deep brotherhood. Now that one brother is beaten up, the other three can't hide and watch the show, so they have to help out.

Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun appeared first, and his figure flashed between Yang Jian and Baihu Jianbing Shenjun, blocking Yang Jian's fierce offensive for Baihu Jianbing Shenjun.

Yang Jian stared at Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun with cold eyes, "The four gods have the same siblings, and now two of them are here, and the other two must be here. Why not come out and see them so that Yang Jian can teach the four gods."

Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun and Baihu Jianbing Shenjun looked ugly, and shouted in unison, "Yang Jian, you are too crazy."

The meaning in Yang Jian's words is very clear, he wants to use the power of one person to face the four gods. Regardless of the outcome, the reputation of the Sifang Gods will be greatly affected. For the four of them, this is a blatant insult.

Yang Jian's complexion was calm and calm.

The four-party gods are not weak in mana and supernatural powers, but it is absolutely impossible to **** the Baolian magic lamp from his hand.

The two great gods of Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun and Baihujianbing Shenjun scattered, their mana shocked the void, and their clothes hunted. They directly use the void as paper, fingers as pens, and outline talisman.

The Sifang gods are originally Taoist gods, and they are superb in the art of runes. In a blink of an eye, there was already a sky full of magic runes, golden light dazzling.

"Yang Jian, today I want to see how good you are!"

Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun's eyes were gloomy. Obviously, he wanted more face than Baihu Jianbing Shenjun.

Yang Jian smiled contemptuously.

Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun's gaze sharpened, and he moved his finger and gave a soft drink. The runes vibrated, and the sky, fire and ice, thunder and lightning and yellow sand all emerged, sweeping towards Yang Jian.

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