The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"kill!"

"Baal stand him!"

The blood-clothed warrior roared loudly, and the old Taoist Xianfeng hurriedly backed away. Yang Jian, who was wearing a starry battle suit, looked like a god-man descending from the sky, beating the two miasma spirits completely unable to parry.

Originally, Yang Jian thought that this miasma spirit old man had some great supernatural powers and powerful means, so he was careful when he made a move, and he used all his strength to make a move like a thunderbolt.

But under the blessing of the power of the stars, Xuangang easily forced the old Taoist to run away... Seeing this scene, Yang Jian couldn't help being stunned.

Among the three miasma spirits he encountered one after another that already had relatively complete spiritual intelligence—the man in white, the warrior Baal, and the miasma spirit veteran, Baal was the strongest.

Dare to love, this is also a magic stick in the miasma spirit world!

This warrior Baal was loyal to the old Taoist miasma spirit, and he rushed forward recklessly. His body was disintegrated by Yang Jian, but he still moved forward bravely.

The miasma spirit master sacrificed various magic weapons one after another, and the thunder fan was just one of them. In a short period of time, Yang Jian saw six or seven pieces of Houtian Lingbao, and his eyes were even more blazing.

The miasma spirit veteran retreated while fighting, and shot streams of light at Yang Jian, but these streamers hit Yang Jian's star suit, as if they were tickling Yang Jian.

Not to mention stopping Yang Jian's footsteps, he couldn't even stagger Yang Jian!

Don't misunderstand, it's not that Yang Jian is too strong at this time, and Yang Jian, who is protected by the star suit, is not as strong as he was wearing the silver scale battle armor that day.

It is purely because the miasma spirit's supernatural power is too weak.

What caught Yang Jian off guard the most was that the thunder fan was in the hands of the old Taoist for some reason, and it couldn't attract much thunder power at all. He waved it at Yang Jian, and a tiny lightning slashed on Yang Jian's head, blowing up two hairs, so he gave up.

Perhaps it is because this old way is transformed by miasma spirits, Lei Fa contains righteousness, and the spirits born in such filth can't be controlled.

The treasure is dusty, it should be rescued!

Yang Jian was determined to kill the old Taoist miasma spirit first, knocking Baal into the air and consuming his combat power, forcing the old miasma spirit to retreat continuously.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Jian is forcing the old miasma spirit towards the gray sea of ​​miasma.

How treacherous is the old Taoist miasma spirit? How could he not discover Yang Jian's plan?

But with the combat strength of the old man, it is barely comparable to the miasma spirit in white that Yang Jian fought before.

"Baal! Kill him!" The old man yelled sternly.

"Yes! Master!" Baal was already a little sluggish, as if he would be blown away by Yang Jian at any time, but he still brandished the pair of bloody maces and charged at Yang Jian.

"Ridiculous," Yang Jian said coldly, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the mountain-opening axe suddenly had a Dao rhyme.

Open heaven rhyme!

Yang Jian couldn't control this Dao Yun at all, when it came and when it appeared, it all depended on his state of mind and perception when defending against the enemy.

Yang Jian raised the mountain ax obliquely, and slashed at Baal in a sky-opening gesture in a daze, and saw an incomparably bright brilliance flash and disappear, from bright to invisible, but its power was even stronger than before.

Silently, Baal's body turned into a light spot and was blown away by the wind; and behind Baal, a long 'gully' was opened in the endless gray sea of ​​miasma.

It was too easy to win.

Yang Jian put away the mountain-opening axe, because most of his energy and spirit were emptied at this time, and there was a feeling of emptiness and weakness all over his body, and he could barely use the non-pointed spear.

The old Taoist Miasma Ling stared blankly.

Although Yang Jian was in a hurry to kill this miasma spirit, he had another countermeasure in mind when he saw this, and said calmly, "How do you want to die?"

"My lord, spare me! We are the ones who don't know Mount Tai! Spare me! Spare me!"

The miasma spirit old man suddenly yelled, and knelt down facing Yang Jian, his body trembling like sifting chaff.

But Yang Jian didn't really believe in the miasma spirit's behavior, and didn't move forward, took the opportunity to recover some strength, and said: "Hand over all the treasures on your body, and then answer my one or two questions, I will not kill you today."

The miasma spirit old man really changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book. At this time, he was crying and shouted at Yang Jian: "Please also see that it is not easy for us creatures transformed by miasma to practice. Please forgive me this time!"

"Hmph! Do you think I'll say it a second time?"

Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and the old Taoist miasma spirit trembled, and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, streams of light flew out of his body.

There are as many as a dozen!

Yang Jian's eyes fell on the thunder fan. Among these treasures, this fan caught Yang Jian's eyes the most. This old man also knows the value of the thunder fan, and he deliberately took it out to show off before, trying to lure Yang Jian into the pit.

As a result, Yang Jian not only jumped into the pit, but also lay down comfortably in the pit...

"You're still sensible," Yang Jian wrapped the dozen or so treasures with profound energy, raised his brows lightly, and the thoughts in his eyes flashed away.

This old man is really difficult to deal with, he is as treacherous as those seniors of the human race.

Yang Jian made up his mind to follow the plan, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, he held the thunder fan in his hand and played with it a little 'can't wait', refining it carefully, as if he didn't find the hair-like gray and white miasma contained in the thunder fan.

The old man stealthily observed and stared at Yang Jian's work carefully. When he saw the wisp of gray and white miasma wrapped around Yang Jian's wrist, a slightly ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Got it right?

It is impossible to be so random.

Yang Jian's body was 'frozen', his complexion changed drastically, he threw down the thunder fan directly, and looked at his wrist with a 'shocked' expression...

"Hahahaha! You alien spirits, self-important and ignorant creatures!"

This old Taoist stood up tall and did not feel any sorrow at the death of Baal.

Among the three near-perfect miasma spirits, the white-clothed man is flirtatious, cheerful, and without any pretensions, so he is considered the most "green";

Baal, the warrior, is the strongest, and he can draw with Yang Jian, who does not rely on the power of the stars, but he is a bit "foolishly loyal";

This old man is treacherous and cunning, he will do everything he can to achieve his goals, and he can barely be regarded as a little clever...

If it were another monk, he might really have been tricked by this old man today.

It's a pity that the old Taoist is facing Yang Jian, cautious and courageous, these somewhat contradictory qualities are perfectly integrated in Yang Jian.

The old man walked forward and sneered at Yang Jian.

That wisp of gray-white miasma entering the body must be destroying the inside of the person's Dao body, which should have been unable to move at this time.

"Do you know how many years it takes for me to cultivate a Baal?" The old man walked up to Yang Jian, holding a blood-colored mahogany sword in his hand, gesturing at Yang Jian's chest, as if looking for a suitable place to pierce Yang Jian's chest.

Yang Jian stood there quietly, motionless, but his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Hmph, don't need to struggle! This is the supreme precious energy, transformed by the essence and blood of the ancestor of the black turtle! Everything can be eroded!" The old Taoist looked proud, "The layout around this big tomb seems to be set up by some extraordinary person, but it has been eroded by this supreme precious energy for many years, and it has penetrated into the surrounding world. How do you feel it? The resentment of the ancestor of the black turtle, the hatred of the ancestor of the black turtle!"

Yang Jian continued to remain silent, but the old Taoist seemed to have suddenly gone mad, roaring there:

"Why kill it! Kill it for no reason! It doesn't owe the world its cause and effect! When Pangu created the world, he still relied on its orbs to hold the gods and demons in the north! The world owes it!"

"Hahahaha! Creatures, creatures, how ignorant are the creatures of the wild! In the end, if Pangu's will is obliterated, it will also be obliterated?"

The old Taoist burst into tears, held the blood sword, his hair was disheveled, raised his head and shouted: "Why did you kill it, why! The way of heaven is not fair, the avenue does not sing! The way of heaven is not fair! The avenue does not sing! It does not sing!"

The way of heaven is unfair, and the avenue is silent.

Hearing this, Yang Jian already had a rough conclusion in his heart.

The root of these miasma spirits is actually the resentment left by the mysterious tortoise; this old Taoist also obtained the Tao with a wisp of miasma, although it is incomplete and not brilliant, but he upholds that resentment.

The hatred of the black turtle is the deeds of the saints in ancient times, Yang Jian didn't know it, and he didn't dare to make random comments.

Moreover, he has an appointment with Xuanyuan Huangdi. If this trip is possible, try to eliminate the source of miasma in Beizhou as much as possible...

Now it seems that it is harder than going to heaven.

Yang Jian raised his hand suddenly, without any warning, the old Taoist miasma spirit was a little lost, and Yang Jian directly grabbed his throat.

The old man was stunned at that moment.

"you you!"

Yang Jian didn't answer, and grabbed the old Taoist's neck with his left hand; he raised his right hand again, and a cloud of mysterious energy slowly 'stretched' out in the palm of his right hand, and the gray-white air wrapped in the mysterious energy, like a spirit snake, flew towards the old Taoist.

The old Taoist's face immediately twisted, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his throat, and his eyes were full of horror.