The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Nephew Yang Jian, the heavenly soldiers and generals on the road ahead have formed the Zhou Tianxing battle formation. This formation is no small matter, so don't take risks lightly."

"Martial nephew, stop for now, there is a big formation waiting for you on the road ahead."

"Nephew Yang Jian..."

This call warmed Yang Jian's heart.

These uncles and uncles who explained the teachings were really kind to me; but in these voice transmissions, there was no real voice of Yuding.

"Brother Yang, there are dozens of celestial generals in the Da Luo realm ahead, and they have arranged a little Zhou Tian Xingdou formation."

Lu Chunyang's voice penetrated into Yang Jian's ears, and his words were very earnest, "This formation is no small feat. If the thirty-six Da Luo perform it, even the mighty will be trapped in it, so don't be careless."

Yang Jian finally stopped his figure at this time, looked at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, and thought deeply in his eyes.

He first bowed to the sky to show that he had heard the teachings of the elders; then he took the bloody long sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.

If this blood sword wasn't made by blood fiends, where did it come from?

The six-winged beetle before, and the bloody arrow that spewed out of the beetle's mouth, revealed evil spirits everywhere. Before he caught it in his hand, Yang Jian was ready to be backlashed by the sword.

Unexpectedly, this sword conveyed a clear and bright mood, and it was not an evil thing.

That's right, he will deal with himself these days, and it is impossible to sacrifice evil soldiers openly.

What is the origin of this sword?

Why did the thought of "swallowing" this sword appear inexplicably in my heart?

The voice of real Yuding moved forward beside Yang Jian's ear, but he saw Yang Jian's doubts, and answered Yang Jian: "This is a treasure left by the ancient heavenly court. It should be refined by the demon clan, and it has been suppressed for tens of thousands of years with the luck and merit of the heavenly court. Therefore, it is not an evil soldier."

Yang Jian murmured in a low voice: "Master, why do I feel that there is something I use in my practice in this sword?"

"Is the induction strong?"

"It's not that strong, it's just the feeling I got after getting this sword...Master, why is that?"

"The ancient monster soldiers should have been contaminated with the blood of many witch clans, so there is no need to make a fuss."

Yang Jian didn't know where Master was, so naturally he couldn't transmit his voice, so he could only continue to mutter in a low voice: "Master, is there a way to break the little Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation?"

After being warned by more than a dozen evangelists, Yang Jian was also a little uncertain in his heart.

Yuding chuckled softly, and said, "Based on your current state, it may be difficult to break through. If you turn back here, the combat achievements left today are enough to make you famous. You can also use this to negotiate with the Heavenly Court and let them let your mother come back."

"Master, I made a decision before I came here," Yang Jian smiled casually, "If I can't save my mother, I will die in heaven, and I won't take half a step back."

Master Yuding remained silent and stopped speaking to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian exhaled softly, and used his spiritual sense to check the area covered by the little Zhou Tian Xingdou formation.

There are thirty-three heavens in the heaven, and each heaven and the upper and lower heavens have specific passages, and it is not possible to go straight up and down.

Little Zhou Tian's star battle array was arranged on the only way Yang Jian would go to Taoshan.

Two thoughts came to Yang Jian's mind, one was to take a detour to go to the first heaven, and then find a way to Taoshan.

Another thought was even more novel—he actually wondered if he could go outside the Heavenly Court to see.

Taoshan, where Yao Ji was suppressed, was 'embedded' in the Heavenly Court Sealing Formation, which was equivalent to being locked in the 'wall' of Heavenly Court, and Taoshan should be able to be found in the void.

But Yang Jian then overturned these two ideas.

The main function of the Great Sealing Formation in the Heavenly Court is naturally to defend against external enemies. It is very likely that even if you have a mountain axe, you will not be able to open the Great Sealing Formation outside, and you can only 'wade' through the Heavenly Court.

And no matter how detours are made within the heavenly court, as long as these people arrange the small Zhoutian formation in front of Taoshan, Yang Jian will be unavoidable.

To be timid before a battle is a big taboo for military strategists.

Yang Jian shook his head and smiled, standing where he was, holding the blood sword in front of him.

Raising his hand, the pointless gun was already behind his back, and he grabbed the handle of the mountain axe...

He only has two arms, so this blood sword is useless, not to mention it is only at the same level as the Demon Slaying Sword. Although it has the supernatural power of blood arrows, it is too tasteless for Yang Jian.

It's better to chop it off, and extract the witch blood contained in it, which can enhance one's own strength a little bit and make up for the profound energy that was consumed before, that's not bad.

Far away, heavenly soldiers and generals surrounded Yang Jian tightly, but no one dared to approach him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Jian took the mountain axe and smashed it at the blood sword of the ancient demon soldier.

Ping——

There were streaks of blood-colored brilliance flashing on the blood sword.

The six-winged beetle also showed its shape, shaking its six wings at Yang Jian, as if in a demonstration.

"Hmph! I know you are not sincerely attached!"

Yang Jian yelled and cursed, the six-winged beetle was about to condense blood arrows, but was torn apart by Yang Jian's Xuangang, and turned into blood-colored smoke and wrapped the sword.

With the ax in hand, the blood mist wanted to resist, but was smashed into pieces by the sharpness of the mountain axe!

Ding--

Cracks appeared on the sword body, and roars came from the cracks.

Yang Jian was completely unmoved, and the mountain-opening ax fell for the third time.

An Acquired Spiritual Treasure was about to be broken in his hands! In this era before the Conferred Gods, there were countless Daluos, but Lingbao was hard to find, which really made many people who saw this scene resentful.

If you don't want to use it, just put it away, and you can use it to exchange for some magic pills and roots in the future!

Taoist Huanglong said with some distress: "Nephew Yang Jian, you..."

With a soft click, the mountain-opening ax was not blocked by the sword body this time, and the blood-colored long sword broke directly at the sword body.

Taoist Huanglong's voice came to an abrupt end, and the surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals were all thirsty, and the immortals all over the sky couldn't see through Yang Jian's behavior of destroying the sword.

Suddenly, three breaths rushed out from the shattered sword body.

A strand of golden light, Yang Jian let it disperse.

A stream of red demonic energy condensed into the appearance of a six-winged beetle. Although Yang Jian didn't know if the beetle and the six-winged golden cicada were of the same family, he unceremoniously pointed out dozens of black handles to smash this demonic energy.

After the demon energy was shattered, traces of blood energy overflowed from the sword body, and these blood energy condensed and did not disperse, it was very complex.

Yang Jian opened his mouth and sucked in, and the dozens of streams of blood were directly sucked into his mouth!

This scene was a bit too bewitching.

Yang Jian's expression was a little uncontrollable joy, his body was wrapped in profound energy, his eyes looked forward, and a wave of new energy surged out of his body.

But this force became more and more surging and more tyrannical, Yang Jian's face turned red, and the skin on his body also faintly turned bloody.

Taoist Huanglong asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Nephew Yang Jian?"

Daoist Taiyi shook his head lightly, he was not very clear about this, but said: "Maybe it has something to do with his practice..."

Everyone looked at Yang Jian with some concern, but an unharmonious voice came out from the left side: "I am educating my disciples, why do I use such a crooked way? How is this proper?"

It was Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun who spoke.

Many educating immortals nodded their approval when they heard the words, and also felt that Yang Jian's practice was not in the right way.

But Taiyi, Guang Chengzi, Huang Long, Chi Jingzi and others didn't answer, they just looked at Yang Jian with concern.

"He cultivates eighty-nine profound arts, and what he just swallowed was the blood of the ancient witch clan stained by that monster sword," the voice of Master Yuding floated from below, "He had a chance encounter, and he was enlightened by Empress Houtu, so he can absorb the blood of the witch clan for his own use."

Yu Ding's explanation was also half-truth and half-false, but it relieved all the immortals of Chanjiao.

On the other hand, Taiyi twitched the corner of his mouth with some dissatisfaction, and scolded: "I thought you didn't come, why didn't you show up to meet?"

Reverend Yuding just sighed softly and didn't answer, while Guang Chengzi glanced at Reverend Taiyi, who rolled his eyes and didn't say anything more.

Although Taiyi and Yuding have a very close friendship, many times, Taiyi feels too aggrieved in the eyes of the real person Yuding's actions, and often can't see it.

If Yang Jian is his disciple of Daoist Taiyi, let alone saving his mother at this time, he might have entered the Lingxiao Palace...

Taoist Huanglong breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Nephew Yang Jian seems to have temporarily sealed the power in his body."

"It's best for him to retreat in place at this time," Master Taiyi said with a frown.

Chi Jingzi shook his head and said: "This is also a joke, surrounded by powerful enemies, how can he retreat?"

Taiyi replied impatiently: "Let's show up to protect him, who dares to touch him? This is a major matter of cultivation...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

Before Master Taiyi finished speaking, Yang Jian had already started to move forward.

It's just that Yang Jian walked very slowly this time, as if thinking of countermeasures while walking.

The fragments of the blood sword were still floating beside him. Yang Jian chewed some fragments of the sword body in his mouth from time to time, as if eating jelly beans, and after chewing them, he spit out some crumbs that had faded away.

Seeing this, the surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals felt chills down their spines. Although they were still faintly surrounded, they were getting farther and farther away from Yang Jian.

Yang Jian really didn't expect that Ruin Jian's absorption of the witch's blood contaminated by him was a temporary idea, and he didn't expect much benefit, but he got an unexpected joy.

This demon soldier came from ancient times. During the Lich War, it was possessed by a powerful member of the ancient demon court, and it attacked and killed an unknown number of witch clans.

And as long as the essence of the witch clan killed by this sword will be absorbed by the sword body.

Although over time, most of those essences were consumed or gradually dissipated when casting spells, but this sword had a brilliant record in ancient times, and it really left a lot of witch blood at this time.

What's more, two of them turned out to be the blood of ancestral witches!

Although it was very small amount, it was indeed the blood of the ancestral witch, which was sealed in the sword body by the original sword master, adding a lot of power to the sword.

"It's a pity," Yang Jian sighed from the bottom of his heart.

If it were any other environment, he would definitely sit quietly at this moment, absorbing the power of the witch blood, maybe he could condense five profound beads in one go.

But at this moment, in this situation, Yang Jian can only seal these powers in his body, and use them as a 'reserve mana' to quickly replenish his profound energy and profound handle when his fuel is exhausted.

Not too bad.

Yang Jian picked up the mountain-breaking ax and held the pointed spear, leaving a pile of iron dust behind him. Only the hilt remained of the bloody sword, which he took away as a treasure for refining.

In front, hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers are arranged up and down;

Behind him, there are countless figures from far and near facing each other.

In the sky, more than a thousand gods who do not belong to the heavenly court have gathered, restraining each other and guarding each other.

In such a big battle, how can there be so few guys who are not afraid of big troubles?

With great supernatural powers, Qiong Xiao threw the battle between Yang Jian and the heavenly soldiers and generals over the sky of Central China from beginning to end, and all the monks could see the situation at this time.

Yang Jian walked towards the cloud road leading to the next heaven, the cloud road was cut off by the bright starlight, and there seemed to be a sea of ​​stars flickering in front of him.

That's Xiao Zhou Tian's big star formation.

The uncles and uncles are all saying that you can't force your way into this battle, but where does Yang Jian have other options?

He suddenly smiled, a little self-deprecating, but also a little free and easy in his smile. He jumped with his gun in his hand, and swooped towards the sea of ​​stars.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go too.

He wasn't pretending to be heroic and tragic, but there was a simple thought lingering in his heart.

I simply don't want Yao Ji to wait another day, I simply don't want to retreat...

That's all.

The third one is here, typing with one hand, so tired~