The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian stayed in the Dragon Palace for a while, waiting for the results of the Dragon Palace's search for the three-headed Bibojiao. Every day, he would go to the small island next to the Dragon Palace to teach the Twelve Commanders how to practice, and also explain Mo Han's battle formation outline to the Twelve Commanders.

However, in the past four or five days, the story of Yang Jian fighting demons and refuting the Heavenly Court in Beizhou has been widely circulated in the prehistoric world.

Alarmed by the sage's proclamation, many ascetics who have not been able to retreat for many years also showed up, but they responded to the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

The little prestige accumulated by the Heavenly Court was even more damaged one after another. The Jade Emperor protected his nephew, but was slapped in the face by his nephew with a sage proclamation... This has also become a joke among ascetics.

In fact, are there still not many jokes about the Jade Emperor?

That sentence "Haotian Boy" is probably the "old account" that the Jade Emperor will never be able to get rid of.

But many people think that Yang Jian's actions are too merciless, even if he has resentment towards the Jade Emperor, he should accept the Jade Emperor's favor, why bother to expose this matter?

After this incident, although the prestige of the Heavenly Court has been damaged, many people think that the Jade Emperor is also a loving and righteous Heavenly Emperor, not sitting high in the Lingxiao Palace and not eating fireworks...

The calamity cloud in Nanbuzhou is getting lower and lower, and the massacre is about to come.

Whether it is the disciples of the three religions or the ascetics of Central China, they all regard Nanfangbuzhou as a forbidden area, and they dare not take a step beyond the thunder pond, lest they will be turned into ashes in the catastrophe...

The secret of heaven became more and more chaotic and unclear, and the thread that the mighty monk could hold on to had become thinner and almost broken.

At this time, the only ones who knew what the conferring of the gods were carried out were the saints of the three religions, and a few saints and disciples of the Western religion.

But what arrangements are you guys secretly making... that is beyond Yang Jian's knowledge.

Yang Jian seemed to be fine in the Dragon Palace, but he was actually waiting for the Heavenly Court to take action, and at the same time, he was also thinking about how he could get as much benefit as possible from the Conferred God.

If you can take advantage of the power of conferred gods to let your strength soar into the sky, that would be the best.

Yu Ding reminded him that Fei Xiong's reincarnation cannot be counted, so Yang Jian gave up his previous plan.

He also wanted to find an opportunity to pretend to accidentally kill Jiang Taigong, so that his master Yuding could become the person who conferred the gods and enjoy the luck of conferring the gods.

Even, it's not that Yang Jian never thought about being in charge of the list of gods, it's just that in doing so, he was going against his own saint master. Yang Jian really didn't have the guts to plot against the saint.

Unable to get rid of Jiang Taigong, Yang Jian began to think about who else among the Conferred Gods had stronger luck and a more important position.

King Wu, Li Jing, Huang Feihu, Wen Zhong, Daji, Shen Gongbao?

Then, he saw himself reflected in the sea water...

"I remember, I seem to have been the Zhou army's food supervisor in the Battle of the Conferred Gods."

Yang Jian muttered something in his heart, of course he didn't dare to say it directly...

The Twelve Witches are meditating not far away. Yang Jian has just finished teaching today, and is going to return to the Dragon Palace to continue chatting with Ao Xinke, so as to enhance the relationship between the two, so that he will not be embarrassed after he worships the world and enters the bridal chamber.

Yang Jian never thought of being a couple of Qingshui, Ao Xinke is as tender as water, and he is also full of blood...

Think about business, think about business.

In Fengshen, although Yang Jian was only a food supervisor, he repeatedly defeated powerful enemies, turned the tide several times, and forcibly "carried" the Zhou army when it was defeated. He can also be regarded as a key figure in Zhou Wuwang's camp.

"This Fengshen, what should I calculate?"

Yang Jian stood there quietly, looking up at the flowing clouds in the sky; thinking that he hadn't succeeded in saving his mother, he felt a little more depressed.

Jumping on the cloud and taking out the pointed spear, Yang Jian didn't use any magic, just waved the spear, and saw a wandering dragon swaying freely in the air, and the sound of dragon chant bursts.

The Twelve Commanders opened their eyes and looked into the sky, with admiration and fanaticism in their eyes.

Although Yang Jian had never learned spear skills, he played with a pointed spear in a decent manner, alternating offense and defense as he wanted, and he was majestic.

When attacking, the guns came out like rain, and the sky was full of gun shadows for a while, and the clouds were shattered;

When defending, the spear around the body turned into a copper wall and an iron wall, protecting the whole body airtight.

With Yang Jianwu's rise, his hand was hot, and he pierced a strand of Xuangang into the spear, and then the spear came out like a dragon, swaying a series of colorful spear shadows towards the eastern sky.

Yang Jian retracted his gun and stared at the shadow of the Xuangang gun that was shot out. The shadow of the gun dissipated only a hundred miles away, leaving behind a fierce killing aura, which lingered for a long time...

"If you have no regrets, how tyrannical should you be?"

Yang Jian held the pointed spear and praised softly, thinking, if this spear was forged by Zulong's four sons back then, how could it have fallen into his own hands?

The dragon clan must be regarded as a treasure, but it is a treasure that can compete with the innate treasure!

Now the strength that this pointless spear can display is not even 10% of what it should be!

"Even if you beheaded three evil dragons, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to show your true divine light." Yang Jian touched the body of the gun, with a touch of regret in his eyes, but also a touch of satisfaction.

A weapon is like the siblings of a warrior. Yang Jian originally relies on close combat to fight with others, so it is reasonable to value this magical weapon.

"You continue to practice here, don't slack off, and come to Dragon Palace to find me if you need anything."

"Yes!" The Twelve Commanders respectfully agreed, and Yang Jian, with his hands behind his back, flew towards the Dragon Palace on a cloud.

Just about to enter the sea, I heard a sound of breaking through the air from the southeast.

Yang Jian turned his head to look, and saw that it was a jade talisman with a familiar aura... Master Taiyi?

Taking the jade talisman in his hand, Yang Jian read it carefully, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He put the jade talisman in his finger, and transmitted the sound to Xiao Chan'er and Ao Xinke in the Dragon Palace. After a while, three beautiful figures appeared beside Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said: "I'm not going to fight this time. Uncle Taiyi has something to ask me for. I'm afraid it has something to do with my brother Lingzhuzi. Do you want to go to Qianyuan Mountain with me?"

Ao Xinke said softly: "You, you let... I go, I, I want, I want to go."

Needless to say, Yang Xiaochan had already taken out a clam shell, turned it into the size of a small boat, pulled Chu Qian and jumped on it with a smile.

"Brother, you've been talking about going back to your hometown, so why not go together this time."

Yang Jian froze for a moment, stood there thinking, and suddenly smiled.

How could he forget about this? After returning to his homeland, he can take the opportunity to attack the Heavenly Court...

"Please," Yang Jian made a gesture of invitation, naturally to Ao Xinke.

"Well," Ao Xinke nodded, and flew into the clam shell, and arranged a layer of water mist around the clam shell, which was quite fairy-like.

Yang Jian also jumped into the clamshell, and sat down around a small square table with two beautiful women and a yellow-haired girl...

A burst of profound energy penetrated the clam shell, and the clam shell immediately turned into a beam of light and flew towards Central China.

Lingzhu, I am afraid that he has already understood his own way, and is about to reincarnate and go to Chentangguan.

As soon as the clam shell flew to the west, there was a slight wave of spiritual consciousness in the sea water, and at the border of Dongsheng Shenzhou, several figures scattered in all directions.

At the same time, a huge building ship wandering in Dongsheng Shenzhou is slowly speeding towards the southwest...

Inside the clamshell, Chu Qian played the piano, Xinke made tea, Yang Xiaochan was holding a book with relish, and Yang Jian and Ao Xinke sometimes chatted a few words, and sometimes listened to the sound of the piano, very comfortable.

Leaving the East China Sea soon, Yang Jian said to Yang Xiaochan: "In the prehistoric world, the human heart may not be as treacherous as the demon's heart, even worse than that. You should think more about things and don't act recklessly."

"I know," Yang Xiaochan said in a low voice with some helplessness, "I thought I would cause trouble, but I'm a good boy. If you don't believe me, ask sister Qian?"

Chu Qian's piano sound changed a few times, but it was a little more joyful, which made Xiao Chan'er roll her eyes.

The clam rushed into Dongsheng Shenzhou, and Yang Jian raised his height a little, but did not show any power.

Although Dongsheng Shenzhou is also a beautiful place, it is not as good as Central Shenzhou. There are many tribes that maintain the ancient inheritance of the human race here, and there are also many great sects of immortals, but they are not very famous.

Yang Jian saw an extremely luxurious building boat floating in the air in front of him, so he didn't respond to it, but just flew by with the clam.

Originally, the fairy clam was flying extremely fast, and the height was at least several hundred feet away from the tower boat. The two should not be related, but suddenly a sword shadow flew out of the tower boat and attacked the fairy clam that Yang Jian was riding...

"snort!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and a Xuangang waved out. Xuangang was about to shatter the sword shadow, and then blew towards the boat.

He is not the one who suffers a loss and still swallows his voice. Naturally, he is 'responsible'.

With a bang, a corner of the building was blown to pieces, and the building trembled slightly. Dozens of figures rushed out and looked at the clam.

Yang Jian didn't want to get involved with these people, so he was about to leave while driving the clam.

But there was a guy who was not afraid of death, smelled of alcohol, and yelled at the clam: "The one on it is the Jade Emperor's nephew? What's the matter? I reward you with a sword, how dare you, hiccup, hurt my immortal ship?"

Yang Jian suddenly lost the thought of fleeing, and stopped the boat on the spot, with a very unkind expression on his face.

Yang Jian didn't lose his mind due to anger. He was still thinking about why the other party knew that he was in the clam, and why he still provoked him knowing that it was him.

But then, the powder-faced boy who smelled of alcohol swayed sword shadows again, and cursed: "Yang Jian, come down! I'm going to compete with you today!"

Yang Jian curled his lips, stood up in the clam, and slapped another palm.