The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Is this the master of the miasma-clothed spirit?

Not like, probably not.

The person blocking the way was dressed like a general, wearing blood-colored battle armor, long hair hanging casually over his shoulders, his eyes were like lightning, his face was resolute, and there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, but there was a natural killing intent in his smile.

Compared with the mentally unstable miasma spirit in white, this warrior who stood at the edge of the ninth miasma land to stop Yang Jian felt much more mature and calm.

Yang Jian didn't stop, the sword in his hand glowed with golden light, and he slashed at this person with a distance of thousands of feet.

The golden light seems to be invincible, condensing the vast power and carrying the righteousness, it seems to be able to re-divide this world into yin and yang.

But the man just raised his hand, and the miasma condensed into waves of blood, rolling towards Yang Jian.

The strength of this warlord miasma spirit is much higher than that of the miasma spirit in white.

The color of blood hides the golden light, and the emptiness is empty and bright.

Yang Jian never thought that the sword in his hand could be restrained by the force of poisonous miasma in turn. He was about to rush to this person, so he had to change his move temporarily, withdrawing the sword and holding the spear.

"Wait a minute!" The miasma spirit warrior retreated, raised his hand to Yang Jian, and shouted, "My teacher wants to see you! Don't let yourself be fooled!"

How could Yang Jian pay attention to this person?

Raise the gun and kill, simply and neatly, completely unmoved by the words of the warrior miasma.

The other party didn't expect Yang Jian to act so decisively, grabbed two bloody maces, waved them majestically, and fought with Yang Jian.

The miasma spirits behind Yang Jian stopped again, not daring to approach; whether it was the man in white before or the warrior in blood at this time, these miasma spirits had a kind of awe from the depths of their 'souls'.

When the white-clothed man died just now, these miasma spirits rushed forward again, greedily devouring the white-clothed man's body, like a pack of extremely hungry wolves.

But at this time, these miasma spirits once again obediently stopped a hundred miles away, quietly waiting for the end of the fight here.

This time, Yang Jian really met his opponent.

The man in white only had a golden sword, his own martial arts, and his strategy in battle were not worth mentioning at all.

But this bloody warrior is quite good at fighting. He fights Yang Jian back and forth, both sides have injuries, and neither can win the other side for a while.

However, this miasma spirit can absorb the five-color miasma at any time to supplement its own consumption, and maintain itself at its peak state; Yang Jian dare not use the starlight to help out, fearing to disturb the group of monsters outside.

One goes up and down, and a long battle will definitely have disadvantages for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian also knew this, attacking must be violent, and fighting must be full-strength. The sharp spear, mountain axe, and spirit-killing sword will take turns to fight.

This battle, the more you fight, the more exciting it will be!

In the prehistoric times, Yuan Shen Dao was flourishing, and there were very few people who could achieve some achievements in body cultivation. Yang Jian fought against the enemy, except for a few people like Hui Mou, the general of the court, most of them could not fully display what they had learned.

Today, Yang Jian completely let go of this miasma spirit who was unbeatable and unstoppable, and also fought with him with a weapon.

His mood was calm, but his face was full of fierce anger. He danced with axes and spears in his hands, and the enemy chieftain was bruised all over his body.

After dozens of rounds, Yang Jian gained the upper hand again, and this time he was even more powerful, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

Seeing that he was defeated and was about to be beheaded by Yang Jian, the general followed in the footsteps of his junior brother and quickly shouted:

"My master is the master of this place! The boundless aura is under my master's control! You really have to think clearly, otherwise you will die today!"

Boundless aura? It refers to these miasmas.

Yang Jian frowned, stopped his hands and backed away, retracted the Mie Ling sword, but stood in the air leaning on the spear, his eyes flickering quietly.

Panting, the bloody warrior retreated a hundred feet, looking at Yang Jian vigilantly, without the arrogance he had when he first appeared on the stage, only fear and apprehension in his eyes.

Obviously, although this miasma spirit is powerful, its mind is still lacking.

Yang Jian finally said, "Is your master the spirit buried in this Xuanyuan tomb?"

"That's right!" Miasma Spirit Warlord hurriedly said: "This place is the world formed by my master's supreme supernatural powers, and we were also born in the master's spiritual thoughts! My master wanted to see you, so I just let me show up to guide you, otherwise, if you rush through this place, you will be truly dead!"

While speaking, the miasma spirit pointed to the distance.

Yang Jian looked intently, but saw that the five-color miasma was gone in the road ahead, but there were strands of gray-white smoke floating quietly.

Seeing the smoke, Xuan Gong gave birth to a warning sign.

Fearing that Yang Jian wouldn't believe it, the miasma spirit warrior summoned a miasma spirit out of thin air, and threw it forcefully towards the empty road ahead.

The miasma spirit, which looked like a fierce tiger but had seven short legs, raised its head and roared, but the roar stopped abruptly, and its body turned into colorful smoke without a sound, and the smoke gradually 'melted' and disappeared.

Yang Jian's godly eyes saw it clearly, the miasma was just swept by a gray-white smoke, and it was instantly shattered, turning into a miasma of five colors.

But the five-color miasma couldn't survive, and was directly evaporated by the gray mist, turning into a wisp of gray smoke, which merged into the gray-white smoke.

The miasma spirit warrior shouted again: "That is a treasure that can melt all tangible things! It is my master's strongest supernatural power!"

Yang Jian's heart shuddered, and he thought carefully.

I can't believe the other party's words, but there is really no other way in front of me; the danger ahead is a hundred times, a thousand times more dangerous than before, and even the Eighty-nine Xuangong has given warning signs to prevent myself from breaking into that world.

If the miasma warrior did not deceive him, that 'master' should be the remnant spirit of the black tortoise. Yang Jian has the token given by Xuanyuan Huangdi.

"lead the way."

A simple sentence is quite domineering.

Although the miasma spirit warrior was a little annoyed, he didn't dare to say anything more, turned around and bowed his head, and led Yang Jian to land towards the land under his feet.

Yang Jianfei followed each other, but was always separated by hundreds of feet.

The seemingly endless army of miasma spirits also received an order from nowhere, and fell towards that piece of land. After a while, this piece of land returned to the prosperous appearance when Yang Jian first saw it.

However, this 'prosperous' scene seems to be too 'rigid'.

It's as if someone told each miasma spirit what they should and shouldn't do, and then put the miasma spirits on this land, making them form this picture scroll that seems like a prosperous world in the world.

Unfortunately, this is always just a picture scroll.

In the past, Nuwa created human beings, and later, the ancestor Styx created the Asura clan. Could it be that this mysterious tortoise ghost also wants to imitate these two? That's why so many miasma spirits came out?

Yang Jian continued to fly downward along the edge of the continent, following Miasma Spirit General.

A hundred miles ahead is the boundary of the gray-white miasma, and not far away is a smooth stone wall, and the left and right are still smoky seas of five-color miasma.

Flying downward for a while, the miasma spirit warrior stopped, stood in front of a hole opened on the stone wall, and waited quietly.

Yang Jian is also a courageous person with high skills, he has already come here, and there is no reason to retreat halfway, holding a non-pointed spear and a mountain axe, he first looked at it with his eyes for a while.

"Hmph! If my master wants to kill you, it's just a matter of thought!" Seeing this, Miasma Spirit Warrior General was a little displeased, cursed like this, turned and walked into the cave.

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he stepped up to follow, fully on guard.

The entrance of the cave is square and square, and there is a glow inside.

Walking into it, it turned out to be a palace carved out of crystal. It was ten feet high, decorated with complicated stars, nearly a hundred feet wide, and ninety-nine eighty-one crystal pillars shone with light.

Compared with the "prosperity" on the land, this place looks much colder. There is only a solitary crystal throne with a phantom on it.

The miasma spirit general walked to the throne, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Master, that person has been brought here."

"good."

Some old voices came from the front, but they were very gentle, "You are the one who broke through? Come forward, I haven't seen anyone for many years, and it's not just the current prehistoric situation."

‘Brother Dang is stupid? These eighty-one pillars are obviously a big formation, but I'm afraid it's easy to get in and hard to get out. '

Yang Jian muttered something in his heart, but stood at the gate of the palace, and said calmly: "Senior, is that the black turtle who died here?"

These words were already a bit rude, although they were intentional, but Yang Jian still secretly offended Xuanyuan Huangdi.

The miasma spirit warrior was furious, and angrily scolded: "You are so ungrateful! You should die!" After saying that, he would take up the pair of bloody maces and go forward to fight.

"Baal," the phantom on the throne spoke again, still warm and gentle, "Stay away, this is not the way to welcome guests."

"Yes!" Miasma Spirit Warlord replied respectfully, and stepped aside.

The phantom smiled and said, "Does the guest just want to have tea with me in the doorway?"

"Why not?" Yang Jian didn't have the slightest intention of putting on the trap, put away the pointed spear, only lifted the mountain axe, and left his left hand free, "Where's the tea?"

The opponent is also stagnant.