After the [Psychic Medium], several streams of light streaked through the sky one after another, rushing towards here!
"Yang Jian!!"
A young man wearing a red hoodie and riding on a hot wheel cast his gaze above the clouds, where the bloody figure was being frantically surrounded by the gods of the Temple of Heaven, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
He roared, and a golden divine circle shot out from his wrist!
The circle of heaven and earth rushed into the sky, forcibly swinging away the intertwined divine lights. The red shadow held a fire-tipped spear in his hand, roaring towards the Indian gods who surrounded and suppressed Yang Jian!
"Damn monkey! If you slow down any longer, he will die!!" Nezha yelled into the void behind him.
The moment the voice fell, a bright golden light spread rapidly from the clouds hundreds of kilometers away from Chennanguan. A moment later, the outline of an exaggerated golden hoop slammed through the clouds and mists, and hit straight towards " Indian Gods near "Void Gate"!
Unlike Nezha who was guarding the [Prajna Pass] next door, Sun Wukong flew at full speed from the war pass in the northwest of Daxia on a somersault cloud. With the abnormal speed of the somersault cloud, he and the nearest Nezha arrived first almost at the same time.
Even though his figure is still hundreds of kilometers away, this stick has already reached the faces of the Indian gods!
This golden cudgel was too big, and the divine power lingering on it forcibly knocked back several Indian gods. Their figures subconsciously retreated to both sides. In this short gap, a red shadow with a foot on a fire wheel passed by. From the sky, Hundian Ling shot out, instantly tied up a bloody figure, and flew into the distance!
"Yang Jian! Are you okay? Yang Jian!!" Nezha hugged the figure in his arms and shouted anxiously.
Under the siege of the Indian gods, Yang Jian's silver armor had long been shattered, his body was riddled with holes, and he was completely transformed into a bloody man. Even the three-pointed two-edged sword was broken in half.
His chest was covered with scars as Xiao Heilai was beaten back to his original shape. He was trying to use his own body to block the blood that was constantly pouring out of Yang Jian's body, whining like a broken bellows.
Nezha stretched out his breath and felt Yang Jian's breath, which was already extremely weak.
"Monkey! He is dying!" Nezha turned around and shouted.
Sun Wukong rode a somersault cloud and rushed to his side. His golden eyes swept over Yang Jian's body, his face extremely gloomy.
Yang Jian's injury is indeed too serious, but in this case, no one can heal Yang Jian's injuries, unless he leaves Chennanguan now and directly takes him to heaven in a somersault cloud... But this is not realistic at all!
"Yang Jian! If you are still an upright Erlang God, just hold on!" Sun Wukong roared in the ears of the unconscious Yang Jian, "Daxia has not won yet, this war has just begun! Are you going to be a deserter?! How uncomfortable would it be for Lin Qiye if he knew that you died in the battle?!
That kid now only has you as a relative! ! "
As Sun Wukong's words fell, Yang Jian's gradually dilated pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing, which was about to become silent, barely maintained its last breath.
"Go find a place and put him down first!" Sun Wukong turned to Nezha and said, his golden eyes filled with unprecedented anger, "I'm going to meet these beasts!"
Before Nezha could say anything more, Sun Wukong held the golden hoop in his hand and disappeared in an instant.
The next moment, a violent giant ape dharma erupted from the sky in front of the Indian gods!
Nezha gritted his teeth, held the dying Yang Jian in his arms, and flew in the direction of Chennanguan. The streams of light from the sky came one after another and quickly gathered towards the front line.
Guangchengzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Emperor Fengdu... the gods of Daxia set out to come here when the "empty gate" was just being built. However, because the locations of the various war passes were far apart, the time they arrived was also different. , these are already the gods of Great Xia closest to Chennan Pass, and the ones further away are still on the way.
With these numbers of Great Xia gods, it is impossible to defeat the Tianshen Temple. All we can do is delay as long as possible...
Just when Nezha was anxiously looking for a place to place Yang Jian, a carriage shuttled from the mountain peaks, and the crisp bell rang, quickly attracting Nezha's attention.
"It's him..." Nezha's eyes lit up.
"Leave him to me." Master Chen opened the carriage door and said solemnly, "Although I am not good at fighting, I can still keep him safe..."
"Okay!" Without any hesitation, Nezha handed Yang Jian directly to Master Chen's carriage, turned around and rushed towards the battlefield!
Watching Nezha's figure gradually go away, Chen Fuzi sighed, the carriage door closed automatically, and the carriage passed through the mountains like a ghost and disappeared without a trace.
at the same time,
In front of Nanguan Pass in the morning.
The roaring divine beast crazily crashed into the silver giant pillars. Flames and frost covered the ground, like a pair of violent giant hands, trying to tear open the wall of thunder formed by the intertwined silver giant pillars.
Seven figures covered in black cloaks were like fluttering butterflies flying among the beasts. A ferocious giant claw tore through the space and cut off most of one of them's body in an instant. However, no blood was spilled. He was completely unaware of it. As if in pain, he stabbed a flaming sword into the back of the beast's claw with his backhand!
The realm of Bu Li is already infinitely close to the ceiling of human beings. After using the "Ghost and God Guide", his own strength has not increased much. But the strange thing is that the realms of the other six members are soaring at an alarming rate.
Divination's level has not increased much, but the combat power of the entire [Psychic Medium] team has doubled!
A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Bu Li's pale mouth, and his deep eyes accurately searched for gaps in the siege. The entire seven-man team dispersed and gathered with amazing tacit understanding, like an absolutely precise machine. Thrillingly shuttle among the beasts.
Their presence instantly attracted the attention of most of the divine beasts.
From the beginning, Bu Li had no idea of facing the beasts head-on. Even if he used the "Ghost and God Guide", facing three to four beasts at the same time was already the limit of the [Psychic Medium]... But now, this number was in front of them. More than ten times.
The only thing he can do is to use himself to continuously attract the attention of these divine beasts, and then use the seven thunder pillar artifacts to trap the remaining divine beasts and buy time for other Daxia gods and human ceilings to arrive!
Facts have proved that his decision was correct.
This group of mythical beasts, who could level the entire Chennan Pass, were dragged in place by them, and because they attracted most of the firepower, the number of casualties among the ordinary night watchmen and Daxia military who were killed later was greatly reduced. .
"Cough cough cough..."
As time passed, Bu Li's face became paler, and the remaining six figures in black cloaks gradually slowed down.
boom! !
A ferocious long tail smashed down to the ground, and the aftermath shook them away. A mountain-like tall mythical beast turned around and roared like thunder at the ants.
The huge beast's claw roared down, and at this moment, a green light fell from the sky, forcibly cutting off the beast's claw in mid-air!
"Commander Zuo..." When he saw the person coming, bitterness appeared at the corner of Bu Li's mouth.