The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Drinking with others will hurt your baby, and drinking with you will hurt your life."

It was still the same clear lake, the same small boat, the slovenly old man huddled in the stern, sliding his fingers in the water boredly.

Yang Jian patted his back for him, and the bloodstains had already been cleaned up.

"Senior, take it easy, stay here to enjoy the bright moon." Yang Jian comforted Bai Ze solemnly, just like the old man who was slapped by him was not injured because of him.

Bai Ze snorted, Yang Jian laughed a few words, and when Bai Ze recovered, he sat on the small boat and continued wandering.

The three-month period that the old man said passed today, but Yang Jian is not in a hurry at this time, and he is not in a hurry at all...

Yang Jian has been hanging out with Bai Ze in this vast world, and with Bai Ze here, what happened naturally cannot be hidden from the two of them.

Now it was a troubled time, and someone stretched out his hand to Yanluo Mountain, intending to use Kong Xuan's butcher knife to intimidate a certain big power, in order to make that big power afraid of this place, and even withdraw from this world.

The abacus was well calculated, and Bai Ze also praised the people who planned this matter a few times, but in Yang Jian's view, these people were really just like him back then... out of their wits.

"Senior, you said they plotted against Kong Xuan like this, wouldn't Kong Xuan go to them to settle the score afterwards?"

Yang Jian asked with a frown while holding the wine glass.

The old man Bai Ze yawned, feeling a little depressed.

He vomited blood twice within a hundred days, and each time he was still half a foot high, even Da Neng couldn't hold it! What's more, he is still a great power who has passed away, and he doesn't have much luck on his body, he just eats and waits to die.

"Kong Xuan's weakness lies in his arrogance. Even if he sees through the other party's plot, as long as someone dares to charge into the big formation of Yan Luoshan, no matter what the reason is, no matter what power it is," Bai Ze said lightly, "he will die."

Yang Jian silently, after suffering this loss, he actually began to firmly believe in a truth——

It doesn't matter how much power there is behind it, or how deep it is, if you want to gain a foothold in this prehistoric world, you still have to rely on your own fists or your own true strength.

Yang Jian stretched his arms, and asked casually, "How long do you think it will take me to cultivate to reach Kong Xuan's level?"

"You?" Bai Ze grinned, "Some realms can't be accumulated over time; some supernatural powers can't be comprehended by the day after tomorrow. Everything has gains and losses, and Kong Xuan's gains and losses, you almost already know it. What's more, you think those saints are superior and omnipotent, but you don't know, they have paid more."

"What about you, senior?"

"me……"

Bai Ze lay on the boat and watched the clouds rise and fall in the sky, his eyes gradually became cloudy, and then gradually became clear. He didn't speak for a long time, and finally he only sighed softly.

Half a generation of fame and fame are all loess, and the youth is no longer an actor.

"I'm thinking now, when Liuya comes out again, I will be the first one to see, and I can still take her to trick me, like a pair of mortal grandparents, how comfortable I am."

"Well," Yang Jian drank to himself, chuckled lightly when he heard the words, and no longer used his profound energy to drive the boat, drifting with the current on the mirror-like water.

Comfortable, serene, and rare to have such an artistic conception.

It's a pity that the artistic conception is beautiful. If you stay here for too long, you will be easily disturbed.

Click!

Hearing the sound of rumbling thunder, two dark clouds came from east and west and collided with each other eight hundred miles away.

For a moment, the precious light flickered, the thunder roared, and countless magic treasures and supernatural powers bloomed at the same time...

Bai Ze lay there looking towards the sky, and Yang Jian also turned his head to look at the fighting place.

"I don't know how many monks will die today." Yang Jian sighed. During this period of time, he has seen a lot of strife between the great powers of cultivating immortals, so there is nothing to make a fuss about at this time.

There was some nostalgia in Bai Ze's eyes, "What kind of scene is this? This is not a scene. In the past, when dragons and phoenixes fought, the sky collapsed; when liches fought, they collapsed. That was a big war, that was a big war."

"Unfortunately, I was not born in that era."

Yang Jian's eyes showed a little peace of mind.

"What's the rush?" Bai Ze's smile at this time was indescribably weird, a little gloating, but more bitterness and an unspeakable sense of powerlessness.

"The real battle is yet to come."

Yang Jian was startled, not knowing what Bai Ze meant; wasn't the immeasurable calamity of the Great Desolation getting weaker every time?

Master once said that as the monitoring of the Dao of Heaven becomes more and more strict, and the cultivation of monks becomes more and more difficult, the power and influence of the catastrophe will become smaller and smaller.

If this word came from someone else, Yang Jian would naturally not believe it, but from Bai Ze's mouth...Yang Jian believed most of it from the bottom of his heart.

Just let him go and fight all the way.

It's rare to be a spectator instead of being in a vortex. Yang Jian is naturally happy to be at leisure, watching the thousands of monks fighting with his divine sense.

But looking at it, Yang Jian couldn't sit still, and fled away from the boat.

As the saying goes, gods fight and mortals suffer. Most of these ascetics are scattered and disorderly, with no fighting skills at all. They burn with the flames of war.

Yang Jian has been watching from the sidelines, he can't bear it in his heart, and he can't help but save some mortals with shallow or no cultivation, but he didn't take part in the fight between the two sides.

In fact, he is the marshal of Tianting, and he should have stood on the side of Chaotian Pavilion.

It's a pity that he is a marshal of the Heavenly Court who listens to the tune and doesn't listen to the announcement. Instead of helping Chaotian Pavilion, he secretly rescued some cultivators from the Hundred Immortals League and Tianfang Kingdom who were seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.

He came like the wind and left with the wind. At this time, the people participating in the battle on both sides had the highest cultivation level, that is, the level of the Golden Immortal, and no one could catch Yang Jian's whereabouts.

The two sides came to support again, and each other was killed or injured, but it seemed to be red-hot, and it spread to a radius of thousands of miles.

Yang Jian has been saving some souls that he can save, and he doesn't force the ones he can't save, just doing nothing to earn some merit.

Half a day later, Yang Jian stood on the top of a mountain, frowning and looking around.

This world has been messed up.

The three big forces, countless small forces, and other forces from other great worlds who want to get a share here, as well as the more than 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals stationed here by the heavenly court, are inextricably killed within a range of 30,000 miles.

The earth is already covered with fairy blood, and Fang Town has been destroyed in countless places.

Even many people who Yang Jian originally saved could not escape the bad luck and died in the aftermath of these monks' fighting skills.

Hundreds of thousands of monks, hundreds of thousands of immortals.

And the area where these people fought happened to be around Yanluo Mountain.

"Blood slaughter of millions, a hero for a lifetime?" Yang Jian sneered, noncommittal to such arguments, and continued to watch the battle from the top of the mountain.

Suddenly there was a shout coming from the front, and it turned out that a group of dozens of heavenly soldiers in light gray armor wandered here and surrounded Yang Jian.

A bearded general with a hideous face shouted, "Who are you! But that traitor! Against my heavenly court!?"

Yang Jian didn't change his face, and said calmly: "I said no, yes, so what?"

"Heh, no matter whether you are or not, it is already a death penalty for daring to despise the Heavenly Court like this!" The Heavenly General laughed twice, shouted "Left and Right", and all the Heavenly Soldiers moved forward together.

Yang Jian stood still, but carefully observed the faces of these heavenly soldiers and generals, and found that none of them felt embarrassed or uncomfortable, and they cooperated tacitly with each other, sealing off all his escape routes.

The general said that day: "Those who know you can hand over three magic weapons, or we will kill you here today!"

Yang Jian remained silent, and this day the general couldn't help frowning, scolding: "You think I dare not kill you? Oh, now that wars are raging everywhere, there are not many people who die from you, and not many people who live on you!"

A soldier standing next to the general scolded: "General, look at the robe on his body, it looks pretty good, if you don't let him suffer, you really don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

"The sky is high and the earth is thick," Yang Jian sighed softly, standing there with his hands behind his back, the robe on his body was automatic without wind.

Tianjiang showed a serious expression on his face, and was about to wink at his subordinates when a figure suddenly appeared behind Yang Jian.

This situation was so strange that these heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't help being stunned.

The one who appeared behind Yang Jian was none other than Bai Ze, one of the ten demon saints in ancient times. Only with powerful means could he approach Yang Jian so easily.

"Let's go," Bai Ze shouted solemnly, "The opportunity you've been waiting for has come!"

Yang Jian's spirit was shaken immediately, and two rays of light burst out from his originally lazy eyes!

Bai Ze made himself wait for three months for an opportunity, and it finally came? !

Just as he was about to walk away, Yang Jian's eyes fell on these heavenly soldiers and generals again, he snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, but there was no hidden weapon, the general covered his left ear and screamed, blood oozing from his fingers.

"Abolish one of your ears, and listen to the one you keep," Yang Jian showed a little momentum, and the bodies of these heavenly soldiers and generals trembled slightly, and they couldn't help stepping back in the air.

Bai Ze said in a low voice: "Don't add extra details, lest things change."

Yang Jian nodded, and said to the general that day: "Tell you generals who are leading the army, someone is plotting secretly in this battle, withdraw troops as soon as possible, otherwise, no one will survive."

After the words were finished, Bai Ze clasped Yang Jian's shoulders, and the figures of the two disappeared immediately, leaving the team of heavenly soldiers and generals who were fighting the autumn wind in the chaotic battle looking at each other.

The general covered his ears that day, and indeed he could not hear a single sound in his left ear; remembering the fright he had faced with Yang Jian before, his body couldn't help but tremble a few times.

Lucky, lucky.

"Playing Qiufeng has hit a master, I'm really unlucky! Hiss... come, follow me to report to the general!"

All the heavenly soldiers responded with a "promise" unevenly, and flew towards the thick clouds in formation, looking for the sound of drums, and went to their leading generals to report the matter.

As for whether Yang Jian's reminder will be effective, it depends on whether these heavenly soldiers and generals will survive.