The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

On the edge of the East China Sea, there was a continuous battle, and the six Taoist masters were fighting with each other. Yang Jian and Wang Mosha were inseparable.

Under such a situation, although Yang Jian found that Wang Mo deliberately led the fierce battle between the two to the southeast, he also felt that it was reasonable and did not notice anything wrong.

In the clam, Yang Xiaochan didn't know what to do at this time, so she could only hold Chu Qian's arm, her eyes were full of anxiety.

She used to always complain that Yang Jian didn't take her with her when she went out to wander around; now that Yang Jian took her out and asked her to watch Yang Jian fight the enemy up close, her heart couldn't be at peace for a moment, fearing that her brother would suffer disaster.

Chu Qian was driving the clam, and she was most worried at this time, because if there was anything wrong with Yang Jian, she would also die with the fragrance.

Ao Xinke, on the other hand, stood there quietly, without moving, and her eyes didn't even fluctuate much.

This dragon princess doesn't care about Yang Jian? Quite the opposite...

"Is brother about to win?"

Yang Xiaochan asked in a trembling voice, because she saw Yang Jian 'chasing' Wang Mo and thought that Yang Jian had already gained the upper hand.

Although Chu Qian wanted to nod her head in agreement, she really couldn't understand the scene of the great battle over there. It was really like a "fairy fight", so she could only nod reluctantly, but she kept praying for Yang Jian from the bottom of her heart.

Look at the demon king, dripping with blood, retreating while fighting, heading to the southeast.

In the direction he was going, there was a small isolated island with some lush vegetation and no human habitation.

Although Wang Mo looked embarrassed, his primordial spirit was not injured, but his immortal body was slightly damaged.

If Yang Jian stops here and turns back towards the northwest, it only takes half an hour for Wang Mo to absorb the vitality of the heaven and earth to fill himself up, and he will be back to his original state, safe and sound.

But how could Yang Jian give up?

This is the second time that Wang Mo chased him down, the previous time he was in danger, this time there is absolutely no reason for Wang Mo to survive!

Wang Mo fled to the southeast, which was exactly what Yang Jian wanted, so that if there were too many people, they would start to quarrel and fight, and they would not be able to fight.

I only hate myself for not being able to master my profound arts! If he entered the sixth or seventh stage, the king demon at this moment must have been killed by his own spear!

"Wouldn't you just run away in a hurry if you cut off your disciples?" Yang Jian spoke provocatively.

Wang Mo gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Jian. His fist was soaked in blood, and he punched Yang Jian dozens of times in a row. The vitality of the world in this sea area was twitched, and he squeezed towards Yang Jian...

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and when Wang Mo stopped casting spells, he immediately pounced forward.

The injuries on his precious body are being quickly healed by profound energy every moment, and the blood in his body is rushing like a tide. This is the capital for him to continue to fight against the demon king.

Wang Mo couldn't take down Yang Jian in a short time, and Yang Jian naturally had no good way to defeat Wang Mo, so he could only try to find Wang Mo's flaws...

Finally, the figure of Wang Mo stopped over the island, never retreated, and slid down, trying to lead Yang Jian to the isolated island.

However, Yang Jian suddenly stopped in mid-air, looked at Wang Mo with his long spear, and said calmly: "Since you are no longer invincible today, if I forcefully kill you, it would really be disrespectful to my sage master uncle. Please forgive me!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Jian turned around and flew towards the northwest without dragging his feet.

Wang Mo was stunned for a moment... he was really stunned.

Just leave?

What do these words mean? He, Wang Mo, was beaten and fled by a junior. The other party saw the saint's face and didn't want to take his life, so he bypassed him for the time being?

Wang Mo didn't catch his breath and almost suffocated himself to death.

Yang Jian's stop was really too abrupt, as if he had discovered something suddenly; Wang Mo looked at the isolated island, and didn't notice any ambush at all, and there was no fluctuation of vitality at all!

Wang Mo stood there blankly, staring at Yang Jian's leaving back, forgetting to catch up for a while.

"I, did I embarrass the teacher..." Wang Mo's eyes were full, his long hair was loose, and he stood there at a loss.

Yang Jianfei's quickness was not to test Wang Mo, but to really abandon Wang Mo and want to rush to the place of great battle over there.

He calculated in his heart that no matter which one of the Four Sages of Jiulong Island was killed, he would be able to achieve his calculation.

Of course, if he can be killed today, that would be great, and he can also eliminate future troubles for himself... Although this is a bit whimsical.

Yang Jian laughed secretly in his heart, that Wang Mo was too hasty, and wanted to lead him to that isolated island all the way, but that isolated island was too quiet and peaceful, how could he trust it?

There is a saying that no one can enter the forest.

If the battle continues for a long time, as long as Yang Jian consumes too much profound energy, he will always be defeated by Wang Mo. He has been insisting on fighting recklessly just to find out the weakness of Wang Mo, and try to give him a fatal blow.

Now that Wang Mo made it clear that he wanted to lure him into the trap, how could Yang Jian, who had just fallen for Wang Mo once, be willing to be fooled?

He rushed back resolutely, catching Wang Mo off guard, and making the figure hidden in the small island curse inwardly.

‘This Yang Jian has a dog’s nose? How can you be so sharp! '

The beautiful eyes of the person hiding on the island were a bit unwilling, the mask covered her face at this time, it must be livid.

Wang Mo landed on the isolated island in a daze. After a few breaths, he suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and roared, jumped up and chased after Yang Jian.

"Little Yang Jian! Come back and fight again!"

Yang Jian turned his head to look, and agreed naturally: "Why, are you not convinced?"

"Stop showing off your tongue!"

"Hahaha! The sharpness of the tongue? Uncle Wang Moshi's injuries can't be faked!"

Yang Jian raised his gun to fight again, and rushed to face the king demon. The two figures collided fiercely in the air, and started the desperate fight again.

At this moment, there was another long cry from the northwest: "The two junior brothers trapped the three of them, I will go and help Senior Nephew Yang Jian!"

"Well deserved!"

I also heard the Four Sages of Jiulong Island shouting: "Don't let them disturb the eldest brother to seek revenge! Stop them!"

Listening to Li Xingba scolding: "Yang Jian killed my nephew, this matter must not be let go!"

"It's nonsense!" a Taoist who explained the teachings angrily scolded, "It's clear that you intercepted the teachings and the immortals did not see that I had an outstanding disciple in the teachings! You are so despicable, disregarding seniority, regardless of appearance, as a second-generation sect, intercepting and killing my nephew who has just practiced Taoism for more than 500 years, and said such a high-sounding, it is not a son of man!"

Well, the two sides are similar in strength, but the level of cursing is quite different.

The battle between Yang Jian and Wang Mo was in full swing, and the chaos of the six great Luos over there was also in full swing, seeing that the situation was at a stalemate.

However, Yang Jian gradually felt that his profound energy could not keep up with the consumption...

If his bead accumulation state is perfect, and the mysterious bead in his body plays a role again, then Yang Jian's profound energy will be inexhaustible.

But now Yang Jian has only formed thirty-one mysterious beads, and there is still a long way to go before consummation. The mystery of the mysterious beads does not mean that a few have some strength.

After fighting for a long time, Yang Jian and Wang Mo both wanted to quit.

Wang Mo has such a heart, sometimes he is dazzled by hatred, and he doesn't care about the eternal Jieyun.

But after the anger in his heart was exhausted, he regained some composure. He felt that a long battle would be unfavorable, so why not give up this time, go back and ask some friends to help out, and then seek revenge on Yang Jian.

Just thinking about this, Wang Mo and Yang Jian stopped their moves and started to gather momentum almost at the same time, as if they wanted to bet on the enemy's life and death with the next blow!

Suddenly, a figure appeared directly above Yang Jian, wearing a flirtatious red dress, and pointed at Wang Mo.

Real Taiyi!

With one finger, the situation changes, and the gods mourn and the ghosts are shocked!

However, after Ling Zhuzi returned to Zhongshenzhou, she noticed something strange about Yang Jian at that time, so she hurried back to Qianyuan Mountain to report to her master.

Master Taiyi knew that Yuding would go back to the mountain to retreat, and he was afraid that Yang Jian would have something wrong, so he came here himself. When he came, Yang Jian and Wang Mo were chasing each other and rushed to the southeast. Seeing that Yang Jian was safe, they didn't show up.

Master Taiyi was quite satisfied with Yang Jian's performance. He was brave and resourceful, but he didn't play cards according to the routine.

Daoist Taiyi asked himself, if it were him, he would have hesitated for a while, and would not retreat so decisively.

Seeing that Yang Jian and Wang Mo raised their auras, Master Taiyi also said that the two of them would fight for their lives.

In the eyes of Daoist Taiyi, a hundred kings and demons combined cannot be compared with Yang Jian, so he appeared to meet each other and pointed a finger.

Both are Da Luo Jinxian, but one is in the sky and the other is on the ground, they are far from being comparable!

Taiyi Daoist, the Daluo Jinxian, is not afraid of quasi-sages, and can even kill some quasi-sages who have no spiritual treasures and magical powers!

And Wang Mo, the big Luo, was already a little cornered after being forced by Yang Jian... How do the two compare?

There are many reasons why Daoist Daoist Taiyi is stuck at the peak of Daluo and unable to enter the holy realm. The most important ones are that he has killed too much, his mood is unstable, and the way he cultivated is too mysterious and difficult to break through.

"So it's Junior Brother Taiyi," a not-so-tall fat Taoist appeared on top of Wang Mo's head, waved his sleeves, and blocked the streamer with all his fingers.

boom!

The East China Sea seemed to be turned upside down, that finger collided with a sleeve, causing huge waves of hundreds of feet high to splash on the sea!

Yang Jian admired in his heart...

Is this the demeanor of the great supernatural powers in Da Luo? Far beyond my reach.

Daoist Taiyi laughed lightly, holding a blue orchid in his hand. Although his movements were a bit enchanting, he looked elegant and refined, without any femininity at all.

"Who am I? So it's Senior Zhao Gongming, Senior Nephew Yang Jian, and you're not polite?"

Stop teaching, Zhao Gongming!

The third one is here! The fourth is a little later ~ it will be around one o'clock.

Staying up late, waking up late, finding status slowly, updating later... It seems to be a cycle, and I am trying to correct it.