First Emperor

Chapter 1490
"Slap!" The fake Daoist Ran Deng slapped the opponent wildly again, and the strength increased a lot again.

"You talk too much, and you are not sensible." The fake Taoist Ran Deng snorted coldly, then raised his hand and slapped him wildly again.

Yang Jian was totally stupefied, since he grew up, he had never experienced such a useless attitude. At this moment, he was a little stunned. He was completely dizzy by the repeated slaps of the fake lamp burning Taoist. Yes, I really can't find North.

"Continue to guess, but don't be so ignorant..." The fake Taoist burning lamp stopped, then looked at Yang Jian with a smile on his face, and said with a half-smile.

Yang Jian couldn't laugh or cry, his heart was a little broken, the man in front of him was really terrifying, he didn't kill him, but he wanted to torture him like this, humiliate him like this, this made Yang Jian suffer a great physical and mental shock, let him The whole person is a little crazy.

"You... who are you? I... I can't guess!" Yang Jian bit his lip, he really couldn't guess.

His master didn't tell him that besides him and a branch of the Monkey Clan who know eight or nine profound arts, who else is good at these.

And this person is obviously very familiar with him, otherwise he wouldn't have pretended to be him to assassinate Jiang Ziya last time.

Although Yang Jian didn't know whether it was him or not, Yang Jian believed that it was him at the moment. For some reason, it was just his intuition.

He is the only one who can be so secretive that even Nezha can get away with it.

"Ha ha……"

The fake Lantern Taoist laughed wildly, then raised his hand and slapped Yang Jian madly again, the two cheeks slapped by Yang Jian were red and swollen, the blood all over his body began to freeze, and the whole person was no longer calm, his whole body His muscles and bones seemed to have been greatly impacted.

Yang Jian was slapped wildly there continuously, and his heart was still a little dazed from the beating, his blood was rolling, and his heart was extremely broken.

Yang Jian has completely collapsed, but it's not over yet.

Yang Jian looked up again, and he found Nezha standing in front of him, stepping on a hot wheel and holding a pointed gun.

"You...Nezha...It turned out to be you..." Yang Jian was astonished, his whole body collapsed, he just pointed at Nezha in front of him like that, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.

"How? I didn't expect it...haha..." Nezha held the fire-pointed gun, shook it lightly, and pierced his body all at once.

puff……

Yang Jian was severely injured, and the flaming gun was inserted into his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body was trembling non-stop.

Yang Jian was trembling, but his heart was still filled with a trace of collapse.

"You... Headmaster... Master Headmaster won't let you go..." Yang Jian was shocked. He didn't expect that he would be plotted against by his fellow disciples just as he went down the mountain to perform a task independently.

Are you really going to die here?

Is it really going to end?I am not reconciled, I still have too many things to do, I still have to save my mother, I still have to...

Yang Jian began to have hallucinations, his magic power was sealed, and now, except for a little physical toughness, the rest is no doubt like ordinary people.

Yang Jian is being tormented like this at the moment, most people would have collapsed both mentally and physically, but he is still able to hold on now, which is considered extremely good.

"threaten me?"

The man who looked like Nezha shook the pointed gun again, and thrust it into Yang Jian's chest again.

Yang Jian couldn't help gushing out a mouthful of blood again, his heart beat faster, and his blood began to be eroded little by little.

"You want to control Mo Lishou's Huahu mink, and then change into his appearance, to steal the magic weapon of the four generals of the Mo family, right? You really have good intentions." The guy in the image of Nezha spoke slowly, with a look on his face. Looking at Yang Jian curiously.

And Yang Jian looked at Nezha, his heart moved, he couldn't help thinking of something, and then threw his consciousness out.

Yang Jian realized at this moment that the person in front of him should not be Nezha. If it were Nezha, he would not dare to do this. If you want, you can kill him with one shot.

Then the person in front of him should have changed at will, so who is he?

Why can I change into Taoist Randeng, his appearance, and Nezha's appearance...

He is so familiar with them, so he shouldn't be a person who interprets and teaches, right?

I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who are so familiar with all three of them, and most of them are probably in the process of teaching, so who is he?

Yang Jian didn't say a word, and then he fell into thinking. He was thinking desperately, trying to find out who it was?

puff……

The fire-pointed gun penetrated into his body force again, Yang Jian vomited blood again, the meridians in his heart began to stir, and his whole body was tortured and exhausted.

Yang Jian has never been tortured like this since he could remember, but now he truly understands the pain of being tortured, he is powerless to struggle, and his whole body is restricted by these endless rules.

"Well, since you don't talk, I won't go around with you anymore."

The fake Nezha laughed immediately, and he didn't go around with Yang Jian anymore, and then the pointed gun in his hand disappeared.

"Who am I? For the time being, you don't need to know. What you need to know is... I know your background."

The man immediately changed a little blurred, making it difficult for people to see what he looked like, and he was no longer Nezha.

He is none other than Jiang Yaojing.

Jiang Yaojing had already received Di Xin's order, and calculated the time to attack Yang Jian.

Jiang Yaojing and Princess Longji have been hiding and not doing anything these days, just calculating this step.

And this moment was finally what he had been waiting for.

Although Jiang Yaojing and Princess Longji didn't know how Di Xin knew that Yang Jian would plot Huahu Diao in such a way, but the fact is that they were indeed plotted.

Both Jiang Yaojing and Princess Longji were surprised by this matter, and at the same time they trusted Di Xin even more.

Yang Jian raised his head abruptly, and he just looked at Jiang Yaojing's blurred figure like that, just like that quietly.

"You... who are you?" Yang Jian's face was full of obsession, he was full of entanglements, and felt that the whole person was a little weird and unwilling.

Yang Jian really couldn't figure it out, who was the other party?

Why do you challenge his bottom line again and again.What are they going to do?What exactly are we going to do?
"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that your mother, Mrs. Yunhua, is in our hands." Jiang Yaojing looked at Yang Jian with a half-smile, and said so lightly.

"Hey!"

Yang Jian was shocked, he knew from his master that his mother was Mrs. Yunhua, and the person in front of him yelled out at once, which made Yang Jian's heart feel cold immediately.

(End of this chapter)