The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Outside the stone hall where the three great powers of the demon race were, more than a dozen monsters from the Xuanyuan Tomb who were supposed to be in the stone hall could only wait quietly in the corner by the gate of the hall.

Among these more than a dozen monster clans, there are two golden fairyland banshees with beautiful faces, and one of them has an alluring appearance, refined and beautiful, without any seductive aura.

What's even more rare is that the pupils in her eyes are very clear, as if they can illuminate the filth in the hearts of others.

She was guarded by all the monster clans around, and these monster clans also looked at the many monster clan masters who were listening to orders outside the hall with some precautions, for fear that they would think anything bad about that beautiful girl.

If Yang Jian was here, he might be able to directly determine that the beautiful and refined girl should be the nine-tailed fox Daji who will bring disaster to the country and the people in the future, and will be buried as Tang Jiye.

The other girl standing next to Daji should be Xi Meier, one of the three monsters in Xuanyuan Tomb.

Yang Jian killed Pipa Jing, and tortured Pipa Jing before asking about the secret of Xuanyuan Tomb, so he wanted to go north to search for treasure;

The Yaozu hated Yang Jian for killing him, and several Yaozu patriarchs were furious. They wanted to suppress and kill Yang Jian at all costs.

The three Yaozu patriarchs came in person, even the grave guards appointed by Empress Nuwa had to step aside from the stone hall.

The two demon kings and many little demons left in Xuanyuan Tomb also wanted to avenge the pipa spirit, but they all knew that Yang Jian was difficult to deal with, and they would definitely not be able to deal with it without the power of the demon clan, so they didn't say much, just waited outside the hall for orders.

Daji is really too eye-catching.

Many monster warriors around glanced over intentionally or unintentionally, and many people were still making fun of them, and there was no shortage of swear words in their words, but no one dared to speak out.

That is the celebrity in front of the saint empress, and the saint Nuwa is already the last support and comfort of the monster clan.

"Sister," Xi Meier whispered, "Let's go back to the cave first, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Daji thought for a while, then shook her head slightly, "Our sisters' revenge is still to be avenged by ourselves. I always feel that Yang Jian has entered Xuanyuan's tomb, but I don't know where he is."

"You can't go inside, right?" Xi Meier said casually, Daji frowned slightly, but then denied it.

"We have explored the inner layer for so long, but we don't know how to move forward. No matter how miraculous Yang Jian is, he can't pass by so lightly." Daji said softly, "My Xuanyuan Tomb lineage is not as good as it used to be in this life. If we can defeat Yang Jian today, we can also raise our prestige."

It's a lot to think about.

Xi Meier thought for a while, but didn't insist much, and sighed in a low voice.

She glared at a wretched-faced monster warrior not far away, whose eyes were unscrupulously moving around her body, as if the fairy clothes she was wearing were nothing.

The demon of Xuanyuan Tomb has lived in Beizhou for a long time, and he is almost cut off from the demon clan, so he is not familiar with such things.

Daji stood there quietly, the neon dress on her body wrapped her in the elegance of a nine-day fairy, and she really didn't know how she would charm Di Xin in the future.

In the stone hall, the three ancestors were using their magical powers to search the world of Beizhou, looking for Yang Jian's whereabouts.

In the poisonous stone forest outside Xuanyuan Tomb, jade light flickered, and a figure slowly appeared, sitting cross-legged on a boulder, looking in the direction of Xuanyuan Tomb.

Yang Jian's teacher, Yu Ding, came for Qin Tian Bao Jian.

And not long after Yuding appeared, a girl in a light yellow skirt flew over furtively from a distance, directly grabbed a big monster and searched for its soul, and then used supernatural powers to attach to the big monster, driving the big monster into the Xuanyuan Tomb.

Master Yuding seemed to see this scene in his eyes, and he didn't seem to care about it. He just sat there quietly, with a slight smile on his mouth, and shook his head slightly.

Yang Jian, who was fighting fiercely in the poisonous miasma in the inner layer of Xuanyuan Tomb, didn't know what happened outside.

He just moved forward, fighting miasma spirits, slaying evil spirits, splitting the land made of miasma with the mountain axe, and piercing the opponent's chest with a sharp spear.

After dozens of rounds of fighting with the handsome and elegant white-clothed man, the white-clothed man's face was full of sternness. After being completely suppressed by Yang Jian's mountain-opening axe, he even yelled at Yang Jian with no demeanor.

"You bastard! How dare you come here to commit murder! I must eat your bones and burn your tendons!"

"Ah! I'm going to kill you! Why don't you let me kill you! Why don't you let me kill you!"

"Die! Die!"

The more angry and irrational he is, the more flawed his movements will be, and the more Yang Jian fights, the more relaxed he becomes.

I always feel that although this man in white is more 'complete' and more like a 'spirit' than other miasma spirits, this 'personality' is not stable, as long as there is a slight emotional fluctuation, some unstable ripples will appear in the body.

After all, it's just a miasma spirit.

Yang Jian dodged, and the man in white stabbed the air with his sword, and the blade was suddenly hit by the back of the mountain axe.

This powerful blow caused the man in white to stagger suddenly; while Yang Jian held the handle of the ax with both hands, he slashed up obliquely, and instantly chopped off the right hand and right arm of the man in white!

There is no bloody light, only the five-color miasma that is faintly floating.

Yang Jian cut off the arm of the man in white with an axe, and snatched the sword from the man's hand with his hands, Xuangang forcibly refined it.

In the blink of an eye, this magical weapon that can trigger a powerful golden light has changed hands.

The astonishment on the face of the white-clothed man did not hide at all, as if he was questioning Yang Jian: Is it still possible to play like this in a fight?

"Give it back to me!" The man in white rushed forward again angrily, and the broken arm shone with colorful rays of light, and it recovered completely in an instant.

But at this time, he had completely lost his mind, and he rushed towards Yang Jian empty-handed.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, and with a slash of the mountain axe, the man in white screamed, and a "cross" gap appeared on his body, bursting out with dazzling light.

Seeing this, the miasma spirits around immediately went crazy and wanted to rush to the man in white, not for protection, but to devour him...

"You dare to kill me! You are dead!" The man in white yelled, "My master will not let you go! You are dead! You will die! You will die!"

Yang Jian:……

Being able to speak such threatening words in such a simple and non-threatening way, this white-clothed man is indeed a unique 'master' in the wild.

This is also because the man in white is too 'simple' in his mind. He has not been deeply involved in the world, has no city, and his mind is as old as twelve or thirteen years old.

Master?

Among these miasma spirits, can there be an existence above Daluo?

Yang Jian was a little bit suspicious, and reminded himself to be more careful, those ghosts were attracted by the broken body of the man in white, and rushed towards this place like a tide.

Earlier, when Yang Jian fought with the man in white, the man in white ordered the miasma spirits to retreat, and they couldn't approach for a while.

Following the multi-colored rays of light, Yang Jian saw the orb floating in the chest of the man in white, and knew that it was a heavy treasure made of poisonous miasma, but he was hesitant to take it.

Forget it, there is no distinction between good and bad treasures, and this poisonous miasma bead might be of great use in the future.

Yang Jian raised his hand and waved out a burst of profound energy, rolled out the five-colored orb, opened a jade bottle, stuffed the poisonous miasma bead into it, wrapped the bottle tightly with profound energy several times, and stuffed it into his magic weapon for storage.

Swinging the mountain axe, taking advantage of the miasma spirits surrounding the remnant body of the man in white, Yang Jian relied on the power of the axe to easily blaze a trail and rush into the ninth piece of land.

But gradually, Yang Jian was blocked again.

There are too many miasma spirits around, and there are many powerful humanoid ghosts. There are also countless giant miasma spirits like the giant pythons before. Yang Jian killed one, and three or five continued to rush over, and immediately fell into a bitter battle.

Fortunately, Yang Jian was used to hard battles, so he didn't show his timidity at this time. He kept waving the mountain axe and pointless spear, with a sense of attack and defense, full of fighting spirit, and moved forward with difficulty in the endless miasma army.

During the fierce battle, Yang Jian also began to think about what is the nemesis of miasma.

Xuanyuan Huangdi didn't mention it, nor did Master Yuding master; but all things are born and restrained, and there is always a treasure that restrains miasma.

But he didn't prepare before coming here, if he wanted to find some treasure here, it would really be...

Yang Jian's movements suddenly paused, and he suddenly put away the mountain axe, and held a shining long sword in his hand.

It was the sword just obtained from the man in white.

Refining, motivating, and pouring profound energy into the long sword, a golden light quietly bloomed.

In the next moment, it seemed as if it was a golden beam of light breaking through the darkness of the world. The golden light shone beyond ten feet, and quickly 'steamed up' the miasma spirit in front of Yang Jian!

There was a large area in front of him, and Yang Jian jumped forward, as fast as a phantom, intending to rush out of the ninth piece of land.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and it turned out to be a spiritual treasure, expressing his gratitude and joy to Yang Jian.

The treasure is covered with dust. It was originally held by the people who came here to break through the barrier, but it fell into the hands of the miasma spirit, and was used by the miasma spirit instead. How could this treasure be willing?

Now in the hands of Yang Jian, after a little refinement, it has exploded with real strength, but it is a spirit treasure that is not inferior to the Demon Slaying Sword. The golden light has an obvious restraint effect on miasma.

The golden light flashed, and Yang Jian swung his sword continuously, Miasma Ling was like being cut into melons and vegetables, and there was no room for resistance.

Finally, Yang Jian saw the edge of the land, but also saw the figure standing alone in the sky.