The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The Jade Emperor's relocation was naturally tens of thousands of ceremonial guards, and a mighty cloud slowly drifted to the place of the previous battle, and there were countless heavenly soldiers and generals gathered around.

Behind the Jade Emperor, Taibai Jinxing, the Dragon King of the Four Seas, Yama of the Ten Palaces, and all the star kings were actually a little puzzled at this time.

In fact, they all saw the scene of Yang Jian's serious injury with their spiritual consciousness, which happened when Yan Luo Wang stepped forward to say;

What made them puzzled was why the masters of the Taoist sect didn't make a move, but the gods suddenly dispersed the formation, and a few people shot to capture a god general...

What happened?

A moment ago, Zhou Tian was in the star formation.

Yang Jian could feel that as the power of the stars mobilized by the formation continued to increase, the protective power of the silver scale armor was rapidly disappearing.

Along with this protective force, Yang Jian's profound energy and profound handle, as well as the whole body's essence, energy, and blood flowed away.

This array uses the mighty power of Zhou Tianxing Dou, with the blessing of the heavenly court, and thirty-six Daluo Jinxian preside over the array, it is by no means that he can compete at this time!

If he was able to fight with bare hands, he would have the same combat power as when he was wearing silver scale armor and holding a pointed spear. With the help of a pointed spear and a mountain axe, there might be a chance to break through this formation with strength.

But at this time, Yang Jian's Xuan Gong is only rank five, and his Yunzhu has not passed halfway, how can he win this battle?

The more he fought, the powerlessness and despair in Yang Jian's heart grew more and more uncontrollably...

"Yang Jian! Hurry up and catch him!"

This is the general of the heavenly court who is scolding, and wants to arrest him for questioning and send him to Lingxiao Palace.

"Nephew Yang Jian, if you don't make it today, you will be able to practice again. Why are you so stubborn?"

This is the advice of Uncle Chi Jingzi, explaining and teaching the immortal to know that Yang Jian does not want to use Taoism to coerce the Heavenly Court, so he does not mention the matter of direct action.

Because of this, the string in Yang Jian's heart was gradually plucked.

There is no way to rush forward and no way to retreat.

The power of the primordial spirit was consumed too much, and the divine light in his eyes was no longer able to be displayed. There was a void all around him, but the void was filled with the light rushing towards him.

The silver scale armor seemed to be moaning in a low voice, it was its spirit struggling in pain, and it was almost unable to hold on.

The pointless gun in his hand was full of anger, but because the tip of the gun was not complete, the power could not be fully displayed...

He... is he going to retreat today?

No, he still has a mountain axe, and a mountain ax that is destined to split Taoshan!

Yang Jian held the ax in his hand, and the blankness in his eyes gradually turned into determination, and this determination was tinged with madness!

He knew that under extremely accidental circumstances, he was able to cast the extremely powerful sky-opening ax technique. It was the supernatural power bestowed on him by the Bajiu Xuan Gong and the blood of the ancestral witch, but this supernatural power could not be controlled.

Now, he can only pin his hopes on that 'accidental' situation.

The figure resisted a wave of offensive, Yang Jian held up the mountain axe, his eyes flashed!

open day!

hum!

The powerful and heavy ax slashed down, and a half-moon light arc shot out, which was as powerful as a broken bamboo and powerful.

But no, this is not the artistic conception of Kaitian, without that kind of mysterious and unbreakable momentum!

The arc of light disappeared into the void, and Yang Jian's hands holding the ax trembled a little. Suddenly, like a madman, he swung the mountain ax vigorously.

He is unwilling!

Do not believe!

Why can't I split the mountain to save my mother? Is it because the real Erlang Shen is dead and he is just a fake?

No, he chose this path by himself, he chose not to compromise with the heavenly court, and he did not take advantage of the transcendent status of the Taoist sect to mediate among the various forces... This is the most difficult path to save his mother that he chose by himself.

That is to say, is the current failure just self-inflicted and self-important?

He has a passion for it!

He also has the determination to swear to the death!

Why can't he get out of this big formation and step out of his bright world when he has come to this step and Taoshan is two days away?

"open!"

Yang Jian swung the mountain ax vigorously, and every time he swung it, an arc of light would shoot out to the surroundings.

And Yang Jian kept yelling loudly, and every time he yelled, he would gather all his strength.

Just like Xing Tian in the past, after beheading, he waved his relatives helplessly, leaving only a few exclamations of the name of bravery to future generations.

Why, why can't open the mood of the sky!

"Why!"

Yang Jian suddenly called out the question in his heart, stood there holding the mountain axe, raised his head and roared.

The starlight in the sky paused for a while, but then pressed down on Yang Jian. The silver scale armor on Yang Jian's body flickered. Everyone knew that Yang Jian had come to a dead end this time.

Although the achievements are brilliant and the reputation has spread far and wide, it can be seen that those who have seen this scene feel a little regretful in their hearts...

Yang Jian is always just a mortal who can 'predict', although there are variables, but he can't catch the 'one' that escapes.

"Junior Brother Yuding!" Taoist Huanglong shouted, "Hurry up and rescue Nephew Yang Jian! Don't fall into any demons in your heart!"

All the immortals of Chanjiao also sent their voices to Yuding one after another, but Master Yuding was unmoved and just stood there quietly.

A sudden change occurred in the Star Dou Great Formation!

Originally, the thirty-six god generals had turned around and had already firmly suppressed Yang Jian; Yang Jian kept chopping with the mountain ax like a madman, but it was only the last struggle, which was resolved by Zhou Tianxing's big formation.

At this time, the thirty-six generals will arrest Yang Jian, end this thrilling farce, and each will be appointed as an official...

But all of a sudden, a star banner seemed to be accidentally turned on the wrong side, and the cyan banner was raised, and a "blood red" killing word suddenly appeared!

In an instant, a murderous aura overwhelmingly attacked and killed Yang Jian! The formation changed immediately, and a huge pillar of starlight engulfed Yang Jian from top to bottom like a waterfall!

"what happened!"

"Who used the killing array!"

"Get out! Get out!"

The gods were stunned, and hurriedly put away the array flags, some even wanted to rush into the beam of light and fish Yang Jian out...

But it was too late for anyone, even the great powers seen in the sky fell silent because of this sudden change, clusters of flames burned in the eyes of the immortals!

The wrath of the immortals!

"Brother!" Yang Xiaochan yelled out.

"Yang, Yang..." Ao Xinke's complexion was also pale.

Zhou Tian Xingdou struck with all his might, and hit Yang Jian without warning!

In the sky, figures were about to rush down, but the real Yuding who had already appeared suddenly waved behind him, and a cloud of mist blocked in front of the immortals of Chanjiao.

"Senior Brother! You, Junior Brother!"

Daoist Taiyi was already holding a long sword, if not for Yuding blocking him, he might have beheaded several heavenly generals.

And the offerings from the heavenly court also rushed down immediately, blocking in front of the immortals of Chanjiao, an old man hurriedly said: "Everyone, don't worry! There is still life in the starlight! The heavenly court cannot be messed up!"

Huang Long stomped anxiously: "Junior Brother Yuding! Go and see Yang Jian!"

Yuding turned his head to look at the sky, his eyes were still as indifferent as water, and he just said softly: "Wait, he didn't call me."

didn't call me...

this?

The immortals of Chanjiao were completely puzzled, and the beam of starlight had just gradually dissipated at this moment.

"It's you! You wanted to avenge your nephew, and you dragged us into the water together!"

In the middle of the formation, a general suddenly shouted, pointing at the gray-haired general not far from him.

The star streamer held by the gray-haired man happened to be the bright red side!

It was he who suddenly launched a killing array, wanting to kill Yang Jian...

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Mo Bingyuan raised his head and laughed, but his eyes were full of joy and madness. He was about to wave the star banner again, but the power of the star was suddenly interrupted. More than a dozen gods endured the backlash and withdrew their star banners, breaking the formation!

For a moment, the gazes of the Xianjiao immortals locked on that person, but several powerful men snorted coldly, and the Daluo Jinxian named Mo Bingyuan vomited blood, and his figure suddenly became sluggish.

Several god generals rushed towards Mo Bingyuan immediately, none of them wanted to be charged with killing Yang Jian!

Look at the field again!

The starlight and the beam of light dissipated at the same time, and Zhou Tian's Star Dou Formation had dissipated by itself.

There, the cloud road broke open, and most of the jade slabs hidden in the cloud road were broken.

There was only one figure left, kneeling on a broken jade slab with one knee, with a mountain ax in his left hand, a pointed spear on his back, and a trembling right hand resting on his knee.

Yang Jian.

The silver-scale treasure armor on his body has been shattered into silver shavings all over the place, and the fairy clothes on his body have long been scorched black.

Viscous blood slowly dripped from his mouth, breathing seemed to be absent, his eyes were red, reflecting the silver flakes all over the place.

This is the scene where the Heavenly Soldiers were ordered to report to the Jade Emperor.

He still has breath, which relieved the immortals who explained the teachings; they were the only ones, and no one cared about the damage to the silver scale armor.

And Master Yuding was standing obliquely above Yang Jian's back, standing quietly at this time, but using magical powers to freeze the universe around Yang Jian, so as not to let outsiders disturb him for a moment...

Yang Jian suddenly choked up twice, knelt there on one knee, and his body began to shake.

can't you?

Lost?

Can you really not do it yourself?

Everyone in the world now knows that Yang Erlang is brave and good at fighting, but who knows how much pain he has endured and how many times he has endured torture in order to obtain this strength in just five hundred years!

Boil bones and strengthen muscles, exchange blood nine times!

Forging and tempering the profound energy nine hundred and ninety-nine times! That is a thousand sufferings that tore the soul apart!

Using Xuangang as a sword, cutting off one's own blood and bones, quenching the gang with the body, forging the body with the gang, the howling in the big formation of Yuquan Mountain lasted for more than ten years!

Walking over step by step, overcoming time and time again, why did he choose the most difficult way to save his mother, why... what the hell is he planning!

Isn't it just to prove that he is no worse than the Yang Jian and Erlang God that should have been in this prehistoric world!

He was always afraid that he would not be able to be Erlang God well, and that he would not be able to interpret the true demeanor of Erlang God. He forced himself to grow up, and forced himself to forget the short memory of the past twenty-three years...

But those twenty-three years of memory are his root, his cause, and the real self!

When he came to Honghuang, he only had half a year to adapt and change. He stayed in bed for three months, and took Xiaochan to Kunlun Mountain for three months.

The time for him to prepare is only half a year.

He has to learn to recognize these uncommon ancient characters, and he has to digest the classics carried in this body memory, and he has to keep hypnotizing himself, he is Yang Jian, and he is the future Erlang God.

But he was originally just a mortal!

He was afraid of embarrassing God Erlang, afraid of making himself worthless, afraid that he would tarnish the God of War in white that was handed down from later generations!

Who has experienced the bitterness and sourness in his heart, who understands his unwillingness and daring!

Who wants to calculate everything, who can be so cautious by nature? Apart from Houtu, he couldn't find anyone else to confide in, but who was Houtu? Is he going to go to the underworld to cry to Empress Houtu like a child who can't grow up?

But why, I have done so much, done so much...

His worst nightmare was Xiao Chan'er yelling at him, saying that he was a counterfeit, that he had replaced the real Yang Jian, that he...

"cough!"

A mouthful of blood was spat out from his mouth, Yang Jian's body trembled, as if he was about to fall down.

Just fell here?

It's not bad, I feel relieved; I am still a mortal, why not follow the original path of Yang Jian, why do I want to transcend and detach?

But, did you really just give up like this?

Why do I feel so reconciled...

tick...

In the pool of blood beside his leg, a drop of tear slipped down.

This is myself, are you crying?

Why, let him come to this world; even if you let him come to this world, why not be an ordinary disciple of the sect of cultivating immortals, why, be this Erlang God.

But there is one sentence that has been kept in my heart, and I really want to say it... I really want to say it to myself.

I am not impersonating anyone!

Yang Jian, this is the name he has used for 23 years.

He just assumed the responsibility of taking care of his sister and rescuing his mother for the bastard who died early with the same name.

He never thought of coveting any fame, never had any complacency, he was always walking on thin ice, trembling, even in front of the master, he never completely relaxed his mind.

"I'm... cough, cough, Yang... Yang..."

With a mouthful of blood in his mouth, he stood up slowly, and the breath in his already devastated body suddenly began to tremble.

"I am, Yang Jian...haha, hahaha..."

He was covered in blood, but he stood up tremblingly, the scattered star power turned into sand and fluttered gently, and the blood-stained silver shavings fluttered a little.

He slowly straightened his waist.

Erlang God!

Who cares to be you!

I just want to be myself!

Be a self that does not lose to you!

The veins on his forehead popped up, and he exhausted all his strength, facing Tianque, facing the starry sky, with the last of his strength, he shouted, his voice was hoarse!

"I'm Yang Jian!"

"I'm Yang Jian!"

"Yang Jian!"

After shouting, the figure stood still, as if petrified.

Dead, dead?

"Brother...don't, don't!" Yang Xiaochan broke free from the hiding clouds and mists arranged by Master Yuding, staggered and fell on the clouds, stretched out her right hand to Yang Jian, trying to support her brother, but she could only cry sadly to Yang Jian's back: "Brother——"

boom!

A burst of blood suddenly surged out of Yang Jian's body!

The dozens of streams of blood energy from the demon sword that had been sealed in his body suddenly began to spew out, as if they were going to blow him apart.

The remaining power of the stars here also suddenly rushed towards Yang Jian...