The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

What is this mirror for? Let yourself see how embarrassed you are at this time?

Yao Ji felt a bitterness in her heart, but she didn't feel ashamed because of the brilliance of the Queen Mother, but she still had some unavoidable self-pity.

The self in the mirror is indeed much more haggard than before.

The princess Bailian who was regarded by the immortals as a fairy when she first entered the heaven, now only her empty body remained, and there was only a trace of fire in her body that did not want to be extinguished...

If Jian'er and Chan'er were not there, what's the point of living?

"But I'm not as good as you," the Queen Mother said, "You have been with your husband for at least ten years, but I have never owned anything. Now, you still have a son who is willing to sacrifice his life for you. In this life, you have no regrets."

Yaoji's tender body trembled violently, she looked at the Queen Mother, wanted to speak, but bit the tip of her tongue.

"Ma'am, what do you mean by this?"

"Who do you see in the mirror?"

The Queen Mother pointed her finger, and the mirror in front of Yao Ji showed the scene of Yang Jian fighting with Wang Shan and others.

At this time, the battle has reached a fever pitch, both sides are in danger, several heavenly generals and Yang Jian are already scarred...

"Jian'er..." Yao Ji seemed to have been drained of strength, and threw herself in front of the mirror, almost losing her voice.

"Your son is really a born warrior. He has fought all the way in the Zhongtianmen, and he has fought countless times. The heavenly court has eliminated those old priests, and almost all the warriors have been defeated by him." The Queen Mother said softly, "Soon, as long as he wins this one more time, he will be able to enter this heaven, and there are only a few flying distances left before you."

Yao Ji's complexion was pale, and she was a little shaky.

The Queen Mother sighed softly, "I'll let you out, Yao Ji."

Yao Ji looked up at the Queen Mother, with some anticipation, some longing, and some astonishment in her eyes.

She wants to nod at this moment, wants to rush out here, even if she dies in front of herself and her child, don't let him fight like this again for her.

At that moment, Yao Ji almost nodded, but she suddenly thought of a lot, thinking of her own experience in the heavenly court, these five hundred years of quiet thinking made her understand a lot, and she also saw a lot.

"What does the empress want my son to do?" Yao Ji murmured softly.

The Queen Mother wanted to say something but shook her head slightly.

Yao Ji smiled miserably, and said in a low voice: "Five hundred years here, five hundred years of meditation, I finally figured out one thing. Heavenly Court is a place where you can ignore family affection and the past. Every thing you do has a purpose, right?"

The Queen Mother didn't speak, but just floated there quietly, like a fairy depicted in a painting with heavy ink and color.

Yao Ji sighed quietly, bowed to the Queen Mother, and looked up at Yang Jian in the mirror.

She saw Yang Jian's eyes, and Yang Jian's tired and blood-stained face. Yao Ji's eyes were misty, she was covering her heart, and her breathing was a little difficult.

"I'll be right here waiting for him," she said.

"I'm not going anywhere, just waiting for him here; he must have thought of everything, I can't make any mistakes, I can't let his current efforts become a joke."

Yao Ji slowly closed her eyes, "I'll wait here. If he dies today, I'll go with him. He and Chan'er are my last concern."

The Queen Mother's voice was ethereal and moving, as if she was in a trance, she said: "Everyone in the world is so stupid that I never thought that apart from the love between men and women, maybe there should be the fetters of family love."

"Ma'am..."

"Yaoji, what you have is what I never had, but it's not what I envy. You, do it yourself."

The voice gradually faded away, Yao Ji opened her eyes, where is the figure of the Queen Mother?

Yao Ji quickly looked at the mirror in front of her, but the mirror had already turned into a cloud and was blown away by the wind.

"Jian'er... Jian'er!"

Yao Ji turned around like a madman, and was about to forcibly rush out of the big formation that imprisoned her, but was bounced back by the light shining on the wall of light, and fell powerlessly to sit there.

Tears kept falling like broken pearls, Yao Ji finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

Five hundred years ago, when her husband was killed by a heavenly general, she did not cry like this, but used her speechlessness and silence to fight back against heaven and her elder brother.

But now, when she learns that her son is fighting against the Heavenly Court for her own sake, and rushing here step by step...

She finally couldn't help crying out, her voice getting louder and louder, and that emotion no longer needs to be suppressed.

Why are you so stupid, mother is not worthy of you...

If you have any troubles, how do you let your mother live, how do you let your mother see your father...

"Jian'er..."

In Peach Mountain, the leaves of the jade tree are slowly falling. If you don't look carefully, you will feel that this is a fallen tree that always grows at the end of autumn, but the leaves on it are very stubborn and have never fallen before.

Those starlight faded, the stone wall was still the icy stone wall, and the Great Sealing Formation of the Heavenly Court was quietly operating without any abnormality.

It was as if the queen mother had never appeared, and there was no trace left here.

Outside Taoshan, Heavenly Soldiers and Generals stood layer by layer, setting up countless large formations to guard against death.

Gradually, there were so many heavenly soldiers dispatched from all over the place that it was impossible to find out how many there were.

According to the battle report from the front, none of the generals who are good at leading the army can stop the young man. Now they can only rely on this large formation to see if they can exhaust Yang Jian's strength.

In the fairy mountain palaces all over this world, the fairies have been grounded and are not allowed to go out at will.

But they are all begging the fairies and guards who are a little stronger to perform the cloud mirror technique and watch the fierce battle at the end of the heaven.

In the fierce battle with Wang Shan and other heavenly generals, Yang Jian entered this heaven step by step from the previous heaven.

That kind of domineering, spear-holding heroic figure has broken the hearts of countless women.

near.

It's very close to my mother.

Yang Jian could almost see the end of the cloud and mist in front of him, the lonely peach mountain, and the lonely person standing in the mountain.

His already numb hands surged with strength again, and the potential hidden in his body has been unearthed to an unknown amount, but he hasn't reached the limit yet!

As for the opponents in front of him, apart from Wang Shan, who still has complete combat power, there are only two Da Luo Tian generals left.

"Who can stop me!"

With a deep shout, Yang Jian swept out the spear again, and his body spun like a top, turning into a gust of wind and sweeping forward!

The two Heavenly Court generals had no choice but to avoid the sharp edge temporarily. Wang Shan jumped into the strong wind with his golden whip. There was a sound of gold and spear colliding for a while, and the strong wind was finally blocked.

There were a few more scars on Wang Shan's body, and the starlight around Yang Jian's body also became a little dim.

This young general in golden armor is really difficult.

Yang Jian stopped the gun body, his eyes were a little hot, but his voice was slightly indifferent: "Report your name."

"Heavenly Court General, Wang Shan."

Wang Shan answered neither humble nor overbearing, but as soon as he finished speaking, he showed a wry smile.

How many years has he practiced? Being questioned by a "younger" who has just practiced Taoism for five hundred years, he still feels a little complacent because he is "neither humble nor arrogant".

Really ironic.

Yang Jian said calmly: "To save my mother in heaven today, I finally met someone who can give me a good fight. However, the time is different, I want to decide the outcome with one shot, please protect my life."

Wang Shan couldn't help but shudder when he heard the words, nodded seriously, and clasped his fists at Yang Jian and said, "It's loyalty to stop you today."

"The battle is over, why bother?" Yang Jian smiled casually, holding the pointed spear with both hands, his eyes passed across the barrel of the pointed spear, showing a little tenderness in his eyes.

After several battles, the body of the gun also left some traces, and the constant collisions and blows seemed to be recasting the gun, sharpening the connection between the person and the gun.

One life, one weapon, one soldier, is enough!

This shot!

Yang Jian realized it by accident before, but it was also a bit of true meaning that he had been secretly comprehending.

Now that you have entered the path of reincarnation, why commit suicide!

Holding the gun in both hands, Yang Jian stepped forward, but there was an obscure dao rhyme around him!

When one shot is fired, six shadows of the spear rotate around the body of the gun, transforming Shura, sea of ​​blood, Buddha, and human world!

The mystery of the Six Paths of Reincarnation that I saw in the past was integrated into this gun by Yang Jian!

All spirits will eventually perish, shoot to break rivers and mountains!

Wang Shan was the first to bear the brunt, and his complexion changed drastically. He raised the golden whip, and ran through countless deduction in his mind, but he couldn't finish the countless changes of Yang Jian's spear!

The golden light was shining, but it was cut off by a single shot!

All the immortals saw Yang Jian rushing towards Wang Shan with a gun, and Wang Shan raised his golden whip to meet them.

It's that simple!

But the more advanced and powerful he is, the more he can feel the extraordinaryness of Yang Jian's shot!

Lifting the gun, without nostalgia, and without looking back, Yang Jian stepped forward and disappeared without a trace after two steps.

Wang Shan stood there, his face sunk in the darkness, and he suddenly smiled.

"Good marksmanship."

Click...

His armor was split from head to toe, and the golden whip in his hand was broken inch by inch. He stood there with disheveled hair, his body swayed, and he knelt down on one knee, a mouthful of blood gushing out.

Wang Shan, defeated.

On the golden chariot of Nine Dragons, the Jade Emperor slowly shook his head, somewhat disappointed in his eyes.

"Come here, send the elixir for Wang Shan."

"Yes," one day will obey orders and go, needless to say.

The Kowloon golden chariot moved, and there was another chaotic battle ahead; those god generals just reacted, and rushed into the distance listlessly.

Yang Jian is getting closer and closer to Taoshan...