The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It turns out that this is the future God of Wealth.

Zhao Gongming, a direct disciple of the sage Tongtian, has a prestige in the Jiejiao that is comparable to that of the elder Daoist Duobao. He has a lot of friends, but his skills are not comparable to his status, but he has three tyrannical righteous sisters.

Hang the third girl, the third lady!

During the Conferring of Gods, Zhao Gongming was killed by Lu Ya, causing Mistress Sanxiao to seek revenge, and set off the peak showdown in the Conferred Gods War...

These are all things for later, so I won't mention them for now.

Yang Jian took a few glances at Zhao Gongming, who looked plain and ordinary, but he was smiling and friendly, and sighed bitterly in his heart.

Forget it, after such a life-and-death fight, he couldn't kill the king demon, and the final result could only be a little bit of shame for them to cut him off...

How could Yang Jian give Zhao Gongming a good face at this time?

He arched his hands, his face was a little cold, he snorted first, and then said: "I have seen Master Zhao Gongming."

"Mr. Nephew Yang Jian, why should you be so polite?" Zhao Gongming smiled, also a little embarrassingly, but his voice was as gentle as pearls and jade, "Junior Brother Yuding has taught such an outstanding apprentice, it is really a blessing to my Taoist school."

Master Taiyi was merciless, and the orchids in his hand fell in pieces, "Brother Zhao Gongming made such a statement, I am afraid it is a bit joking. If you really think that my nephew is the mainstay of the Daoist sect in the future, why do you let the disciples of the same generation as you and me come to chase after me?"

"Wang Mo? What's going on here!" Zhao Gongming looked at Wang Mo with some irritation in his eyes.

Wang Mo smiled sadly, knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Gongming, "Brother, please help me! This little boy Yang Jian killed my apprentice for no reason. If I can't avenge my apprentice, I might as well die!"

"Oh?" Zhao Gongming squinted his eyes, looked at Yang Jian, and asked, "Why did Nephew Yang Jian kill me for no reason and take the life of my disciple?"

Yang Jian thought in his heart, but at this time he could put on an angry look and not answer.

If Master Taiyi and Zhao Gongming can fight, then maybe I can just take the opportunity to let Master Taiyi destroy the king demon, and then I will take out the photo orb...

"Hmph!" Yang Jian turned his head and did not answer.

Wang Mo said sadly: "Brother, you have seen it too, this son has already confessed his crime!"

"Crime?" Master Taiyi knew the cause and effect, but this Yang Jian's uncle and Yang Jian's temperament were quite similar, so he guessed what Yang Jian meant and decided to follow suit.

Master Taiyi sneered and said: "Don't say that my nephew killed your apprentice or not, it's still unclear, even if he really killed him, so what?"

Zhao Gongming was furious when he heard the words, "Brother Taiyi is too domineering, isn't the disciple I stopped teaching a disciple?"

"The three teachings of the Taoist sect come from the same source, but your disciples are incompetent," Master Taiyi chuckled lightly, "Is it my fault?"

"Junior Brother Taiyi!" Zhao Gongming put away his good face and flicked his sleeves.

The six big Luos who were fighting in the distance just flew here, and the third from the left and the third from the right faced each other far behind Taiyi Zhenren and Zhao Gongming, each of them was full of fighting spirit and furious.

Master Taiyi said: "Looking at the fighting spirit of these juniors, if we don't do a fight today, I'm afraid we won't be able to expose it."

"That's exactly what I meant," Zhao Gongming, who was not a clay figurine, raised his hand to capture Wang Mo, sealed it with a fairy talisman, put it in his sleeve, and then pointed to the sky, "It's not convenient to use it here, let's fight!"

After Zhao Gongming said it, he looked at the three brothers on Jiulong Island behind him, fearing that they would cause trouble here again, so he said: "Three junior brothers, come with me."

"Willing to help senior brother!" The three of Li Xingba agreed in unison.

The three big Luos behind Daoist Taiyi also immediately said: "Brother Taiyi, please seek justice for nephew Yang Jian! I would also like to cheer for Senior Brother Taiyi!"

"good!"

"Walk!"

The two great powers and the six big Luo Qiqi performed their supernatural powers, and immediately turned into two beams of light, soaring into the sky, and went to a place beyond the sky in the blink of an eye.

Masters like Daoist Taiyi and Zhao Gongming usually go to the sky when fighting, fearing that they will smash the prehistoric land and be punished by heaven.

Outside the sky refers to the vast area between the edge of the chaotic sea and the heavenly court. It has the power of endless stars, and its vitality is also very violent. Non-golden immortals cannot set foot in it.

In the blink of an eye, they all flew away?

Yang Jian sat down in the air, took a long breath, and then grinned.

He did not know how many bones were broken. He sat there cross-legged and immediately repaired it with profound energy. The pain made his forehead sweat profusely.

Chu Qian drove the clam towards Yang Jian, and Yang Xiaochan was already too weak to stand up.

Watching Yang Jian fight with others is really more frightening than when she fights in person. And Yang Xiaochan felt that it was useless in her heart, and wanted to find a place to practice well, so as not to...

But Chu Qian next to her was the great golden fairy. When Yang Jian encountered the enemy, she could only hide from a distance, and the sound of the piano could not be conveyed.

I am only a celestial being, how long should I be able to help my brother?

In fact, according to the original story of splitting the mountain, Yang Jian splitting the mountain to save his mother was an example of Taoism's "pressure" on the heaven before conferring the gods.

Relying on the prestige of Master Yuding, Yang Jian split Taoshan and rescued his mother, but the heaven did not dare to stop him.

But Yang Jian chose another way, fighting against the heaven alone, and calculating with the Jade Emperor, not relying on the coercion of the Taoist sect, he became famous all over the world early, and also attracted many powerful enemies early.

This has indeed allowed Yang Jian to grow rapidly. Whether it is mentality, strategy or combat power, the price he can pay is such constant battles and being in danger.

"If I'm not here, can brother let go more?" Yang Xiaochan murmured in a low voice.

Chu Qian was silent, she glanced at Ao Xinke, but found that Ao Xinke had never moved, she was a little suspicious.

Xianceng is still more than 30 miles away from Yang Jian, and Yang Jian actually just sat down and began to heal his wounds, when something happened suddenly!

It's not just that Yang Jian didn't expect it, I'm afraid Taiyi Zhenren, Zhao Gongming and others who thought Yang Jian was safe, didn't expect it at all!

Someone dared to show up suddenly to plot against Yang Jian after the masters of the two sects had left...

It's too late to say it!

A warning sign suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's heart. He opened his eyes and looked obliquely ahead, but saw a figure flying from the sky, wrapped in thick fog.

Just heard a scolding sound that was neither male nor female: "If you stay here, it will really cause endless harm! Don't blame me for being cruel and merciless as an uncle!"

Then I saw a red line spreading across the sky, rushing towards Yang Jian!

what is that?

It was a flying knife! The whole body is blood red, but it is extremely sharp, carrying an astonishing chill!

Yang Jian didn't know this blood-transforming sword, but he knew that the one who made the move at this time must be the real black hand who used Wang Mo's apprentice to do a comprehensive calculation behind his back!

But Yang Jian really didn't expect that the other party would dare to show up at this time, isn't he afraid that Uncle Taiyi will suddenly return?

At this moment, there was no time to think about it, Yang Jian sat there and could only reluctantly raise the pointed spear, but the flying knife was so weird that Yang Jian felt that he couldn't do it right now!

"Small……"

The collar was suddenly pulled off, and Yang Jian was a little caught off guard, but he didn't notice the 'hostility' behind him.

He was dragged to the side, his shoulders hurt, and he could barely hold the pointed gun.

It was too late to look at the injury, so he raised his head and looked to the side, feeling a little anxious...

"Xin Ke! Why is it you! Go back quickly! This person is probably Da Luo in the quasi-sage realm!"

At the very moment, who was it not Ao Xinke who dragged him down?

On the clam, Ao Xinke's motionless figure slowly drifted away...

"Small, be careful!" Ao Xinke originally wanted to say this, but just now, she raised her plain hand and tapped Yang Jian's shoulder lightly.

Only then did Yang Jian look at his shoulder, and Ao Xinke had already ripped off the clothes on Yang Jian's shoulder.

I saw that there was a piece of flesh and blood on Yang Jian's shoulder that turned black, and a faint black smoke wafted from a hair wound...

What is the name of the flying knife?

In fact, Yang Jian didn't know that this blood-transforming sword was a vicious supernatural power, but there were several people practicing it in the Jiejiao.

And the magic knife shot at Yang Jian was activated by the quasi-sage with mana, and it could naturally break Yang Jian's treasured body; it was even more poisonous, and he only wanted to kill Yang Jian with one blow.

But Ao Xinke seemed to know the way to detoxify. After Yang Jian tapped his shoulder a few times, a stream of black blood spewed out from his fingers, and Yang Jian's wound healed immediately.

"Very, very severe, powerful, poisonous."

Ao Xinke frowned and looked at Yang Jian with some worry in her eyes.

Yang Jian couldn't help chuckling, stood up holding the pointed gun, and stopped her behind him without saying a word.

Even in the face of Zhunsheng Da Neng, Yang Jian has to protect his fiancée and die in front of her!

"Hum!" The man who issued the blood-transforming magic knife shouted angrily, raised his hand and summoned a blood mist that filled the sky, and the blood mist turned into a ferocious giant beast, and rushed towards Yang Jian and Ao Xinke.

This person still sneered with the non-male and non-female words: "The princess of the Dragon Clan! How dare you spoil my good deeds!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, grabbed the pointed spear, and before he could move, the ferocious monster opened its mouth wide and swallowed him and Ao Xinke in one gulp!

Walk alone!

At this time, Yang Jian had no choice but to make a single throw and hit his strongest blow! He is absolutely unwilling to let him die in vain like this!

But suddenly, Yang Jian felt a huge wave coming from behind him...

It was as if the power of water in the world had surged behind him in an instant, and as soon as he turned his head to look, he couldn't help but stare.

At this time, Ao Xinke's body was covered with faint ripples, like a peerless fairy in the mirror, but her bare hands quickly formed a complicated seal.

"break."

A word protruded slightly from the originally stuttering cherry lips.

Hearing a dragon chant coming from under his feet, nine huge water dragons soared into the sky amidst the bang, and scattered the ferocious giant beast formed by the blood mist! There is even a mysterious and mysterious Dao rhyme lingering around Yang Jian, gently surrounding Yang Jian.

This is!

Master said, this kind of strange Taoist rhyme between saints and mortals!

Su Shui is too mysterious!

Half-step quasi-sage, Ao Xinke!