The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Click!

An electric dragon opened its teeth and claws, and slashed obliquely in front of Lu Chunyang.

It came from nowhere, but it illuminated his face and the beautiful face of the woman behind him.

At this moment, the world seemed to be silent, and the speed of the big black hand's falling suddenly slowed down for some reason.

The blue light flickered, first a green cauldron appeared in front of Lu Chunyang, then the green flowers scattered, Yang Jian's figure slowly appeared, stood there, looked up at the sky, and suddenly raised the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand high!

The small cyan tripod buzzed, drawing a wave mark, looking at Yang Jian as the origin, rippling in all directions.

Yang Jian's primordial power is not profound, but at this moment he urged the five thunders to rectify the Dharma, and the aroused thunder of heaven and earth illuminated the whole world!

Wow——

It's like the thunder pool in the thirty-three heavens has fallen, and thousands of thunders are scrambling to fall from the sky, which can be seen from all over Luzhou in Beiju!

Tianlei was crowded, like a waterfall, galloping and clamoring, breaking through streaks of black mist, and piercing through all those huge black giant hands!

A majestic aura surged between the heaven and the earth, and the black hand that was split by the lightning turned into black and reddish smoke, but was baptized and purified directly by the thunders!

Look at Yang Jian!

Standing directly below with the Demon Slayer Sword held high, her long hair fluttering with her tattered robe, her figure is like a pine tree!

The small blue cauldron on the head trembled slightly, and seemed to be quite happy.

Yang Jian turned his head to look at Lu Chunyang, then at the woman, and said, "Brother Lu, rest for now."

He suddenly had a feeling in his heart, he didn't know where he had heard such a sentence, and said in a low voice: "Don't underestimate the beauty."

After saying that, he laughed twice, the ten thousand thunders were still unabated, Yang Jian plunged into the thunder, and with the force of ten thousand thunders, he entered the boundless black air!

"Hey," Lu Chunyang wanted to say something, but the woman behind him hugged his waist tightly.

Lu Chunyang smiled wryly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Master...I..."

"I know," the woman said softly behind him, and quickly hugged him and flew towards the back, avoiding the rising demonic energy.

Her sad smile caught the eyes of many people around, but only Lu Chunyang couldn't see it.

Rumble!

There were muffled noises again in the black mist, and vortices appeared one after another in the black mist. Yang Jian rushed to kill them, defeating the vortices one after another!

He was searching for where the monster was hiding. Although he was aided by the divine light in his eyes, the divine light could not be too far away from his body, so he had to search slowly.

A stream of evil spirits kept hitting Yang Jian, sometimes turning into ferocious beasts, sometimes turning into skeletal guards, sometimes turning into all kinds of weapons...

Yang Jian sees the move and breaks the move, and the Demon Slaying Sword disperses the attacking blood evil spirit one by one!

Although Yang Jian was the only one among them, there seemed to be thousands of troops!

Finally, Yang Jian got closer and closer to the black mountain with his sight blocked.

It's very simple, as long as Yang Jian feels that which direction to charge forward, the monster's offensive is the strongest, so he can move forward in that direction.

Although this monster was created by him, it was only born a few days ago. Even if it has spiritual intelligence, it still acts according to its own instinct.

A wisp of Gonggong's hostility, Mo Han's primordial spirit power, Yang Jian's precious blood, the miasma of this place... What kind of monster has it spawned?

Holding the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand, Yang Jian felt more and more that the Houtian Lingbao sword was not easy to use, and he couldn't use many moves.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers and the weapon of kingly conquest, but Yang Jian prefers the indomitable long spear. The long sword is too weak for his martial arts.

Outside.

Several monks who came to beg for demons flew to Lu Chunyang's side and presented elixir to each other, all of them were friends of this Xiaoyao Sword Immortal.

One suddenly laughed and said, "I never thought that this Yang Jian is so powerful. Could it be that he has become a Daluo Jinxian for five hundred years?"

"It's strange to say that just now Yang Jian rescued brother Lu and used the five thunders method, which has already severely injured the demon. Why didn't he go all out and destroy it with thunder?"

Lu Chunyang sat cross-legged on a cloud, smiled wryly when he heard the words, and said: "You fellow Taoists don't know, Brother Yang is not majoring in Yuan Shen Dao, he is practicing the eight or nine mysterious skills of Taoism.

A few people couldn't help but suddenly revealed their faces, and their hearts were more or less balanced.

It turned out to be a strange technique.

"The thunder," Lu Chunyang thought for a while, and said, "it should be brother Yang's master who shot it secretly. Brother Yang himself is very strong, but in order to save me, he had to let his master take action, moved him in front of me, and summoned endless thunder."

This kind of rhetoric completely corresponds to the previous situation.

If it weren't for Lu Chunyang's understanding of Yang Jian, I'm afraid that it was the master Yuding who made a secret move to increase Yang Jian's magical power of mastering the five thunders.

Otherwise, with the power of Yang Jian's primordial spirit, it is absolutely impossible to trigger the thousands of violent thunders that are like a thunder pool...

"I still have to thank Master Yuding for his kindness later," the woman behind Lu Chunyang said softly.

Lu Chunyang responded, sighed softly, and stared at the billowing black mist over there.

They could no longer see Yang Jian's figure, but they could feel that Yang Jian was rushing deeper and deeper in the black mist. The aura of the demon sometimes rose and sometimes fell, but they couldn't stop Yang Jian at all.

Lu Chunyang said in a deep voice: "This kind of monsters who specialize in primordial spirits may also have the ability to confuse the mind. I should remind Brother Yang to pay more attention before."

"You don't have to worry too much," the woman next to you said with a light smile, "You little friend is as firm as a rock, and I don't know how it took five hundred years to hone it."

How did you sharpen it?

Xuangong exchanged blood, Xuanqi quenched the body, Xuangang hundreds of forging... Whichever time Yang Jian was not killed, the so-called heart demon phantom was crushed by the pain. If Yang Jian were to do it again, maybe he would perish in that pain.

Only relying on a little bit of ignorance and fearlessness about the road ahead, he broke through many death hurdles all the way, and brought the real Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu into the world.

"cut!"

A clear shout swayed in the black mist, reaching up to the sky and falling down.

The heavy black smoke couldn't block that ray of light, and the endless blood demon couldn't cover up the sharpness of that ray of light!

boom! The earth trembled! The ground within a thousand miles is shaking!

What did Yang Jian do?

A moment ago, at the center of the black mist, Yang Jian fought all the way with the phantom transformed from the evil spirit, and rushed to the entrance of the cave on the top of the Black Mountain. His eyes rushed through the mist, and saw the situation in the Black Mountain.

A ball of blood-red light was just under the hole, like a blood cocoon!

A puff of black mist came towards Yang Jian. This scene seemed to be a battle eight days ago. Yang Jian was also standing here, blocking a Daluo Jinxian's life with a sword, and was bombarded by dozens of streamers.

'Yang Jian! Take your life! '

The roar of the Da Luo Jinxian seemed to echo in his ears again, and the black smoke condensed into a black smoke column, as if it was the last time's fire column, roaring towards Yang Jian!

This monster actually wanted to make Yang Jian feel the slightest timidity in his heart based on the situation that day. After all, the big Luo's blow blasted Yang Jian's mysterious body, and even made Yang Jian almost fall.

It's a pity that Yang Jian dared to stagger Jian Gang when facing the real Pillar of Heavenly Fire, and used a style of play that would hurt both sides. How could he be afraid today?

Xuangang poured into the Demon Slayer Sword, just like that day, a bright sword light slowly condensed again!

A stream of black air fell on Yang Jian's body, unable to shake the blue light, let alone break Yang Jian's mysterious body, but it made Yang Jian's blood surge, and his eyes turned red sometimes, but then he would regain his clarity.

The blood light suddenly burst out with streaks of brilliance, and before the sword light slashed at it, it showed faces one by one!

Heavenly General Mo Han, his eyes were full of hatred, and he scolded angrily: "Evil!"

The two generals of Da Luo also had extremely angry faces, and they screamed twice.

Then he turned into an old Taoist priest with a childlike face and white hair, with desolate eyes and a long sigh...

Yang Jian was unmoved at all, the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand trembled stronger and stronger, even this Acquired Spirit Treasure couldn't bear the Xuangang that Yang Jian put his life into!

"elder brother!"

A cry suddenly came from the mountain, Yang Jian's heart trembled and he looked down.

The blood color suddenly disappeared, the black smoke disappeared, and the moonlight fell. Yang Xiaochan stood on the broken wall at the lowest end of the cave, holding an umbrella, and smiled charmingly at Yang Jian.

"Take me out for a walk..."

Yang Jian pinched his thigh hard, the blood red in his eyes turned into two blood mist and evaporated directly, and immediately stabilized the Xuangang that was about to run away in the Demon Slaying Sword!

The Yang Xiaochan outlined by this demon is indeed what Yang Jian most wants to see.

But Yang Jian himself knew that no matter what happened, it was impossible for Yang Xiaochan to show a charming chuckle to him!

How dare this monster defile her smile!

It's just a demon born from his refining!

open day!

Yang Jian's anger caused an inexplicable dao rhyme, he raised his arm, held up the Demon Slaying Sword, and slashed towards the hole with all his strength!

This sword light made many monks in all directions feel something! The sharp sword intent rushed out of the black mist and sang between the heaven and the earth!

But this time Yang Jian didn't let Jian Guang deflect!

The Xuangang's light was bright, and it directly rushed into the Black Mountain, met the black smoke column head-on, and split it open!

The monster in the cave made a desperate fight, and even though it was hit hard, it was already a doomsday situation, but it still refused to give up!

All spirits are born to die! And this monster is no exception!

A stream of black and reddish evil spirits sprang out from the split smoke column and blasted towards Yang Jian's body. Although the blue light protected Yang Jian, it couldn't completely resist the impact force!

Jianguang is about to hit the bottom!

The bloody light evolved into a figure again!

It was a youthful woman, holding a Yaoqin in her hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, playing the piano in the clouds...

"Erlang...won't you come with me?"

Yang Jian's mind trembled inexplicably, his body seemed to be nodding instinctively, but he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, forcing out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes barely recovered.

When the sword light fell, everything collapsed, and the bloody light melted rapidly in the sword light...

The third update, there should be one or two more updates later.