The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 You can't kill the old, and killing a little demon is also a bad breath!

　　 But Yang Jian didn't do it directly, but took the little demon Dao in his hand and went straight to the distant mountains and forests.

　　 Over a low mountain, Yang Jian carefully placed the little princess under a big tree. At this time, there was already a waning moon in the sky, and the deserted moonlight sprinkled on the grass and cast a shadow.

　　 The girl who was originally alive, she was groggy at this time, as if she had lost her soul, she was sitting there in a daze, like a puppet.

　　 Yang Jian threw the young man Xie Xiu to the ground, took out a water bottle in his fingers, and sprinkled it directly on the person's face, only to find that the method of awakening the unconscious person in his memory was of no use.

　　This... makes Yang Jian a little at a loss.

Reluctantly squatted down and grabbed the young man's wrist. At this time, Yang Jian had no true energy, spiritual energy, or vitality in his body. Because the Eight-Nine Profound Art was very special, the first stage was not to draw heaven and earth vitality into the body, but to use heaven and earth vitality. Refining.

　　 He drilled down hard, and the sound of the bone crack made the little princess sitting under the tree tremble. His eyes seemed to be a little more colorful, and he looked towards this side dumbly.

　　 "Ah... forgive me, the fairy is forgiving, grandpa Shangxian is forgiving..."

　　 Yang Jian didn't use torture much. He just stepped on this guy's chest, and this guy shook his master's details.

　　The Taoist Refining Soul, who has been in the world for forty to fifty years, became the national division of a country incognito. This time he encountered a bottleneck and bewitched the lord of a country to send troops to fight.

　　The army became powerful, and the Taoist Lianpu could not wait to take action, and burned the big city, absorbing thousands of souls and turning them into their own spiritual power.

　　 Click!

　　 Yang Jian heard this, couldn't help but spit blood out of the mouth that the little demon had stepped on, and passed out again.

　　 "The Taoist Refining Soul? You can even do such a thing that hurts the heavens, more than once, and has been rampant for forty to fifty years?"

　　 Yang Jian pursed his mouth, and after murmured, there was a sudden hatred.

　　 "There aren't any righteous people in this big world!"

　　 He understood in his heart, but he had the answer-the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was exhausted, and the traditional way of cultivating had gradually disappeared. It seems that there is no one right way.

　　 But those evil ways that are similar to the soul-inspiring improvement of cultivation, have never cut off the inheritance, because they are less restrained by the righteous monks, they are more and more unscrupulous...

　　 The heavens and the earth will fall, the demons are rampant.

　　 The heavens and the earth will fall, the demons are rampant.

　　 Yang Jian felt a little bit more emotion in his heart, and suddenly caught a little cold light in the corner of his eyes. He looked down, but saw the little princess staggering to his side.

　　 A dagger was stabbed at the young monk lying on the ground.

　　 Yang Jian didn't intend to stop him, but took two steps back, letting her and her enemy break the cause and effect.

　　 After a few stabs, blood splashed. The evil monk had just built a foundation, and he was far from cultivating the soul, so he was naturally dead.

　　 Yang Jian's profound art was inducted, and he also saw the soul of this evil monk.

　　 Probably because after more than ten years of cultivation, the spirit of this monk is more dignified than ordinary people.

Yang Jian didn't break his hand, letting him rise slowly and float towards Fencheng in the distance; there was already a ghost gate appeared in the darkness outside the city, and the ghost took the soul. This is to lead it. Over time.

　　 there was a crying sound, the little princess wanted to stand up, but fell down beside Yang Jian.

　　 She first sobbed softly, then sobbed, and then cried loudly. It was really heartbreaking.

　　 Yang Jian didn’t know how to comfort her, so he could only pat her on the shoulder and just stood aside...

　　 After an unknown period of time, when the breeze was blowing, the little princess's cries gradually became much smaller. She raised her head to look at Yang Jian, there were words flowing in her eyes, but she couldn't say anything at this moment.

　　 Suddenly heard the sound of cursing in the direction of Dacheng. This cursing was not a ‘sound’ transmitted by air fluctuations, but a shout directly at the soul, mixed with inexplicable power.

　　 "Bold! How dare you **** your soul in front of the bad guy! If you can't accept it, you will go back to the underworld to take advantage!"

　　 I heard the old Dao yell: "Go bad! I have an order from the Nether Ten Thousand Ghosts! I didn't see the bad here!"

　　 "Go!"

　　 The voice was irritated but also indignant, obviously a little helpless.

　　 And Yang Jian jumped onto a big tree, the divine light in his eyes flickered, and the scene in the distance was clearly seen.

　　 The evil old Dao was covered in blood, and he was begging for mercy against a green-faced ghost.

　　The ghost chaser hesitated for a few minutes, retracted the steel fork, kicked it out, kicked the Taoist Lianpo directly for several tens of meters, turned and continued to conquer his soul and enter the ghost gate.

　　 Yang Jian fisted, and his heart was even more angry.

　　 Why didn't the ghost chase kill the old way? What is the ghost order?

　　 The Taoist Refining Soul smiled insidiously, stood up swayingly, and just about to go to the city to continue to wreak havoc, but heard a violent drink that shocked the clouds.

　　Changhong is all over the world! Murderous!

　　The Refining Taoist yelled badly, turned and turned into a puff of black smoke, and came straight toward the mountain range where Yang Jian was located, unexpectedly fast!

　　 And that Changhong turned a corner to chase, and he could catch up with the black smoke.

　　 Yang Jian watched the black smoke drifting quickly hundreds of feet away from him, wishing to fly over with a pair of wings, but he was unable to catch it.

　　 He jumped down from the tree, before he could explain anything, he caught the little princess directly under his ribs, ran wildly, and chased in the direction of the old way.

　　 This is not just for the indignation in my heart, but also for the anxiety, the anxiety about not being able to do anything for the souls who died tonight!

　　 If there is a chance, even if he is asked to take some risks, he will take the shot and kill the old man in his palm!

　　 The Changhong swept across the head, as if pointing the direction to Yang Jian.

　　 Yang Jian had just climbed a mountain, and saw the purple sword shadow in the distance skyrocketing, raising the sword hundreds of feet high and turning back.

　　 A stern yell came from under the sword light: "The ancestor is going to die today and will pull you!"

　　 The sword light slashed, and the mountain shook in an instant, and the light flashed randomly.

　　 Yang Jian jumped off the top of the mountain, even if the old way was solved, he had to see the body of the old way with his own eyes!

　　 rushed all the way, the little princess seemed to know what Yang Jian was going to do. He said nothing, closed his breath and pursed his mouth.

　　 In those eyes full of sadness and despair, shadows of trees, rocks, streams, and waterfalls flashed past.

　　 Suddenly, these scenes stopped.

　　 Yang Jian stood on a cliff, and the other side of the cliff was originally a hill. At this time, the hill was forcibly split into a valley tens of feet high.

　　 What kind of battle should this be?

　　 At the bottom of the valley, two figures sat cross-legged, one is the old man, and the other is the young man before.

　　 By the moonlight, Yang Jian looked down and the old Tao and the young man underneath saw Yang Jian...

　　 The old Dao yelled happily, "Tie'er! Tie'er? Come and kill this person! He was hit by the broken soul needle as a teacher. At this moment, his soul is controlled and he can't move!"

　　 "Huh!" The young man sitting cross-legged was sweating profusely. Although he wanted to suffer, he did not accept mercy.

　　 Even half-sounding.

　　Yang Jian said in a cold voice: "Your apprentice is dead."

　　In an instant, it was replaced by the old way staring and shaking, but the young monk who was fighting against the demon way couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

　　 "Hahahaha! There are people in my generation! There are people in my generation! Little brother, don't worry about this, I can recover in a moment, he can't run today!"

　　Yang Jian said: "He may recover a little bit of cultivation in a moment."

　　 That means that he can kill this old way directly now, but he doesn't want to take the credit.

　　 The young man thought for a while, and said cautiously: "This old way has many tricks and has a lot of back-hands. I just caught his way by mistake. Brother, you..."

　　 He felt carefully that he couldn't even notice the cultivation level of the man on the top of the mountain.

　　 "It's okay, I have my own way."

　　 Yang Jian put the little princess aside and whispered her not to move.

　　 The old way was full of frail yelling: "This little brother! I am the national teacher of Xihuang Kingdom! You killed this person today, I promise you wealth for the rest of your life, and teach you the supreme Dafa!"

　　 "Huh!" Yang Jian turned his head away, what caused the two below who were in trouble at this moment to be confused.

　　More than them, the little princess who was in grief was also a little more puzzled, watching Yang Jian's whereabouts...

　　 After a while, UU read www.uukanshu.com the little princess's mouth, and the whole person was stunned. For a moment, he forgot the sadness and fear, and only surprise.

　　 A rocky mountain rushed to my side!

　　 was getting closer, and only then could I see a young man under the stone mountain. He carried the unknown weight, ten meters square, twenty to thirty meters high, and slowly walked towards this side!

　　 This is actually not half as big as the rock mountain Yang Jian uses during his daily exercises, but Yang Jian can't find a bigger one under his anxiety.

　　 When he reached the edge of the cliff, Yang Jian just started to slow down, and the cliffs were shaking. But Yang Jian slowly straightened up, found a point of balance, held the stone mountain with both hands, and looked down coldly.

　　 Not just the little princess, the young monk was dumbfounded at the moment, and almost forgot to repair the soul.

　　 The old way was shocked and shouted again: "I promise you wealth and honor! Let you be under one person! No! Let you be the emperor! Ah! Asshole!"

　　Hoo!

　　 The stone mountain flew up, crossed a parabola, and directly hit the old way.

　　 The old man watched, watching the sky in his eyes completely filled with the stone mountain, trying to roll his body with his last breath, but was hit by the stone mountain solidly!

　　 Boom!

　　 The ground is shaking again.

　　 The dust is flying, the jaw-dropping young monk is just ten feet away from the edge of the rocky mountain, full of smoke...

　　Yang Jian whispered on the cliff: "I don't know if it can be killed. Naturally, this kind of monk is not that easy to die."

　　 turned around and wanted to run back again to find a stone, and there was a coughing cry from under the cliff:

　　 "Dead! Little brother! Absolutely dead! He was killed by you!"

　　 Yang Jian then stopped and heaved a sigh of relief.