The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Why is Yang Jian suddenly angry? But I saw a group of mortals playing gongs and drums on the mountain ridge, heading towards a small Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.

This group of mortals consisted of men, women, young and old, and most of them were thin and thin. It was obviously not easy to survive in this mountain forest.

Four men walked in the front, carrying a simple wooden platform, on which sat a small child cross-legged, with blank eyes and a dull expression, sitting there in a daze. And in the queue, there were a few women dressed in coarse cloth, their eyes were red, and they were crying uncontrollably. They were stopped by a few men from approaching the square platform.

Most of the rest were old people and children, and many supported each other, followed the girl who was being carried, and headed towards the Taoist temple in the mountain.

And under the Taoist temple, Yang Jian has already seen the poisonous dragon hiding here!

What is this doing?

Yang Jian instantly thought of a word—living sacrifice!

For an evil and filthy thing like a poisonous dragon, the method of cultivation is extremely vicious, and it is very common to swallow a virgin boy and girl to increase the Taoism.

How long has this place existed?

Didn't the human race in this mountain become the rations for the poisonous dragons to raise in captivity?

At this time, it is not known how many virgins and virgins have been swallowed by the Poisonous Flood Dragon who is still retreating when the catastrophe is imminent? !

Yang Jian was still holding a trace of luck, and landed directly in front of the team of people, deliberately riding a cloud to stop in mid-air, with a solemn face and majesty.

The group of mortals couldn't help being stunned, and they all looked at Yang Jian in a daze for a while, they didn't know who shouted "Immortal", and a group of people bowed down sparsely, shouting "Immortal".

But no one shouted for help.

Yang Jian felt a little strange, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Return, return to the immortal," a man boldly shouted to Yang Jian, "This year it's our village's turn, we will send the lucky girl to the temple and send her to heaven!"

Yang Jian frowned.

Ascension? I'm afraid it wasn't sent into the mouth of the poisonous dragon!

"What is ascension to heaven? How to ascend to heaven?" As soon as Yang Jian spoke, these mortals all looked at each other in dismay.

An old man whispered, "We can't answer the fairy's question, but it's been like this for generations. There are a total of 300 villages in this mountain. Every month, one of the villages selects a lucky girl and sends them to this place. The fairy will guide them to the heavenly palace to enjoy blessings."

stupid!

Yang Jian already understood what was going on, but he laughed out of anger in his heart.

It's been like this for generations, one person per month, all girls?

No wonder the poisonous flood dragon can transform into a dragon, it can't get out here, how can it not have profound magic power if it continues to practice for a long time?

But Yang Jian quickly suppressed the anger in his heart temporarily. He nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I won't bother you to send your daughter to enjoy the blessing. I just passed by by chance, so don't worry too much about it."

After Yang Jian said that, he waved his sleeves, and the figure flew towards the sky.

These mortals all kowtowed, shouting the immortal blessings, and a few whispered, saying that the children they sent also had such abilities.

Yang Jian just turned around in the mountain, enveloping himself with profound energy, without disturbing the sleeping poisonous flood dragon.

He looked at the mountain and the layout of the mountain here. The poisonous dragon was careful, and a large formation was set up here to isolate the spiritual consciousness, enveloping all the three hundred villages, and outside it was a continuous mountain. Few people could enter this area.

Yang Jian simply sat on the cloud, quietly waiting for the group of mortals to walk to the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.

He looked towards the Taoist temple, and saw three or five figures in the Taoist temple, all of them were dressed as Taoist priests, but they were all mortals.

In the backyard of the Taoist temple, there is a 'well' suppressed by boulders, and directly below that well is the head of the poisonous dragon.

It's not that Yang Jian doesn't want to kill the well directly, but he has the idea of ​​enlightening the ignorant mortals here; he wants them to see with their own eyes how vicious the gods who have sacrificed for so many years are.

What is the so-called Heavenly Palace blessed land?

Before the Taoist temple, more than a hundred mortals kowtowed and offered sacrifices, including dozens of kinds of chicken, duck, fish, whole grains, and game from the mountains.

The girl's bewildered eyes regained some expression, and she curled up in fear, but the two men held her thin shoulders to prevent her from moving.

An old woman was supported forward, walked to the door of the Taoist temple, knocked on the door three times, stepped back and knelt down.

Someone in the Taoist temple shouted with a long voice: "Fu Nu has arrived——"

The mountain gate opened, and three Taoists walked out of it, with ethereal celestial spirit wrapped around their bodies; all three of them were dressed in bright Taoist robes, tied with high sapphire crowns, and lived in weak Taoism.

"This seat is the Master of Qingfeng Guan." The tall and thin old man in the center of the three looked like a master, his eyes seemed to drift to the cloud where Yang Jian was intentionally or unintentionally, but he moved away without a trace.

The group of mortals shouted "Wanfu Guanzhu" and "Wuliang Guanzhu" repeatedly, and respected this old Taoist as the "head of the immortals", which was several times more respectful than the "immortals" who came directly from Yang Jian on the clouds.

Yang Jian was also a little speechless when he saw this, but he didn't act directly, but watched quietly.

The three Taoist priests who walked out of the Taoist temple cast spells, lifted the table where the girl was sitting on out of thin air, and put the food and cloth brought by the villagers directly into a bag.

Those mortals who watched this fairy family method exclaimed endlessly, but the Master Qingfeng raised his hand and threw a bottle of elixir to the old woman.

"This is a blessing for your village. Each elixir can prolong your life by three to five years. Go, if you live too long and leave the life and death book for too long, it will be a disaster instead."

"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

The old woman and many old people were so excited that they kowtowed and bowed to the backs of the three old Taoists.

Yang Jian was sitting on the cloud, but now he clenched his fists.

what is this?

Sell ​​the girls in the village to the demon, and use the blood energy pill refined by the demon to prolong life?

Extreme ignorance! Ridiculous!

The emotion in Yang Jian's heart is indescribable, he feels that this poisonous dragon is vicious, and the human heart is also vicious. The old people in those villages may still be waiting and looking forward to their village's turn in twenty-five or six years, and their village will have more than a dozen pills to prolong their lives and live a few more years.

The inferior nature of the human race is fully revealed in the thousands of miles of mountains and forests in this small world.

Yang Jian was a little upset, so he didn't pay much attention to the mortals who were about to evacuate; he looked into the Taoist temple intently, wanting to see what the old Taoist priests were doing.

Two young men like handymen set up the incense case and placed it beside the sealed well; three Taoists walked outside with the girl in their arms and placed it on the futon behind the incense case.

Master Qingfeng said: "Let's all go down."

The two Taoist priests and the two handymen all bowed to leave and closed the gate of the courtyard.

Yang Jian watched Qingfeng's movements intently, and found that he first put on a show, picked up a whisk and threw it into the air, and a golden light shot up into the sky.

Seeing this, the group of mortals who hadn't walked far away were suddenly excited, knelt down and bowed again.

They all thought that this was the scene of the girl being sent to the Heavenly Palace; but they didn't know that when the golden light flew up, Qingfeng Laodao had already carried the girl to the well, grabbed the big rock easily, and was about to throw the girl in.

A thick bloody smell gushed out of the well, and the girl was shocked by the bloody smell, as if she saw something, she wanted to scream in horror.

Qingfeng Laodao snorted coldly, and directly sealed the girl's mouth with his big hand, and threw the girl into the well after the bloody smell rushed out!

Swish!

A light yellow figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

The old Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his left hand. The girl he was holding in his left hand had disappeared. There was only a bare wrist, and the left hand connected to the wrist was also missing.

No blood flowed out yet, but the incision was so terrifying!

The old Taoist's eyes were wide open, the severe pain in his wrist had just hit, he raised his head and shouted in pain, threw the boulder away in a hurry, grabbed his wrist and staggered backwards.

"Ah... ah! My hand!"

Old Daoist Qingfeng's face was pale, and he looked up to the side, only to see a mighty and handsome man standing there. The man slapped his belt, and the girl in his hand disappeared instantly.

"Who are you! How dare you!"

"Huh!" Yang Jian snorted coldly, Qingfeng Lao Dao felt as if struck by lightning, his chest was sunken in directly, he stepped back a few steps, knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, opened his mouth wide, but couldn't breathe for a while.

Yang Jian said coldly: "Wake up the things in the well."

This veteran is not too wasteful, he tapped his chest a few times with trembling hands, and the weak magic power temporarily stabilized his injury.

He rolled his eyes half a circle, and immediately made up his mind, he sneered and said, "Who are you? How dare you come here to act wildly! You know, even if the Taoist priest who is a real fairy comes, he will die at the hands of our ancestors!"

It's true immortals who speak, so you can't blame this old Taoist for his short-sightedness. It's really that the news in this small world is blocked, the Taoism lacks law, and few monks from the outside world will come to this 'backcountry'.

Strength limits imagination.

Yang Jian stepped forward with his hands empty; the old Taoist kicked his legs on the ground for a while, dodging his body back and forth, and finally reached the well.

"Dancing with demons, death is not a pity."

Yang Jian flicked his fingers, and the old man screamed and fell over, directly fell into the well and fell towards the bottom.

A gust of black air suddenly gushed out of the well, rose three feet high, and turned into a black dragon head without horns. Those green eyes stared at Yang Jian without any fluctuations.

"How do you want to die?"

From the black dragon head, human words full of murderous intent spit out.