The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

All of a sudden, the blood splattered everywhere, and Jiang Shang's eyes widened, looking at this scene full of unwillingness.

Was it so easy to be killed by a monster?

Scenes flashed before Jiang Shang's eyes. It was difficult to become an official, and it was difficult to practice Taoism in the mountains. After forty years of practice, the Taoism disappeared...

He fell to the ground, and his soul was about to leave his body.

"Bold!"

A shout suddenly rang beside his ears, and Jiang Shang's barely opened eyes reflected the mighty figure descending from the moonlight.

The visitor shouted angrily: "The moon is so bright, how dare you commit murder!"

Like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, Jiang Shang opened his mouth and shouted: "Righteous man! Help me!"

It was none other than Yang Jian who came here. Hearing Jiang Shangzhi's words at this time, he really had the urge to turn around and leave.

Daoist friends don't call out a word, this guy really doesn't regard himself as a Daoist disciple?

The woman frowned, but her face was hidden in the black mist and she couldn't understand it. When she saw Yang Jian rushing towards Jiang Shang, she immediately stopped her.

She also sacrificed a few soul-destroying nails, waved her plain hand, and the soul-destroying nails turned into a few black lights and shot at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian just glanced at her, and with a flick of the sleeves of his pale yellow robe, the soul-destroying nails disappeared immediately.

"Let's leave while I don't want to kill the demon."

Yang Jian bit the word'yao' very hard, the woman narrowed her eyes and called out in a low voice: "Yang Jian?"

Yang Jian didn't answer, just leaned down to see Jiang Shang's condition, pointed his finger at Jiang Shang's chest, and the soul-destroying nail was pulled out instantly, Jiang Shang gasped, and was about to pass out as soon as he rolled his eyes

Fortunately, a warm breath penetrated into the wound, and the chill all over his body disappeared in an instant, and Jiang Shang finally recovered in one breath.

This soul-destroying nail was designed to injure the soul, Jiang Shang's primordial spirit seemed to be protected by a treasure, and was not directly crushed by the soul-destroying nail.

The woman stood aside, seeming to be hesitating, and also seemed to be weighing her chances of winning the battle with Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, do you really want to take care of this?"

"It's all on order," Yang Jian said calmly, and was about to take Jiang Shang out of this place, when he heard a few roars, several figures appeared in various places within a hundred miles, and their auras faintly locked here.

Among the six Da Luo Jinxians, there is one who has faintly touched the realm of Da Luo's peak?

If there is such a battle, there is a chance to kill Jiang Shang in his own hands; unfortunately, Yang Jian has a treasure that can pretend to be a living person, that is the black turtle belt.

Jiang Shang's face was still a little pale, Yang Jian threw a bottle of elixir into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Don't resist, I'll take you into my magic weapon. There are powerful enemies around, whether I can take you away from here depends on your destiny."

"Thank you righteous man!" Jiang Shang shouted excitedly, he was really grateful to Yang Jian for being able to survive such a desperate situation.

The black tortoise belt shone slightly, and Jiang Shang disappeared in place.

The woman in black gauze didn't expect Yang Jian to have such a hand, she was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly spoke to several companions.

"Yang Jian has included Jiang Shang in the magic weapon! Do you want to attack him?"

Hearing the message from the woman, the surrounding masters who revealed their auras were all silent, as if they were a little undecided.

On a mountain peak, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes was yelling at Shen Gongbao in front of him: "Didn't you say that Yang Jian was only retreating thousands of miles away and never moved? How did he get here!"

Shen Gongbao was really suffering and couldn't tell. At this moment, when he looked at it with spiritual consciousness, Yang Jian's figure was still there, where did he move?

But the one who suddenly appeared in the forest and rescued Jiang Shang was indeed Yang Jian himself.

That pale yellow robe must be right.

"This...was played by Yang Jian!" Shen Gongbao sighed, and hurriedly said, "I'm afraid that today's matter can't be done, so it's better to retreat. That Jiang Shang also deserves to die, but he can't escape the fifteenth day of the first day of the junior high school..."

"Hmph! If you just send experts to protect Jiang Shang, how can you take Jiang Shang's list of gods?"

A hint of cruelty flashed across the eyes of the middle-aged man.

"Sealing the gods is a big deal. Whether I can take the initiative in teaching is tonight!" He immediately sent a voice, "Several nephews, please stop Yang Jian. I have set up a large formation here to force him to hand over Jiang Shang!"

"promise!"

In the induction of Yang Jian's spiritual sense, those figures showing aura suddenly rushed towards him at the same time. Yang Jian's legs were slightly bent, and he jumped suddenly, and his whole body flew directly into the air like an arrow from the string.

If he left and fled far away, he actually had a chance at this time.

But Yang Jian always likes to think too much, he still wants to compete with these people at this time, to see if he can force out one or two great abilities. Anyway, at this time there must be someone who can explain and teach is watching this place, and he is not afraid of making things big.

Nine times out of ten, these are all members of Jiejiao's sect. Judging from mana, maybe most of them are of the same generation as me.

After all, the matter of Jiang Shang's death had a lot to do with Yuanshi Tianzun's slap in the face. The second-generation disciples of Jiejiao generally dare not act rashly, but it is very likely to let their own disciples try the water.

If something goes wrong, if you are blamed by the teaching, you can also say "they are young and ignorant, they only want to protect the teaching, but they don't think they will offend the sage", and the disciples will be safe.

Since he is a brother, a brother, a sister and a sister of the three generations of Jiejiao, Yang Jian has to weigh it even more.

At the very least, it is necessary to let the Judgment suffer, and withdraw some masters in Nanzhou, so as to ease the confrontation between the two sects at this time.

The female fairy who turned into a black cat to lure Jiang Shang before snorted softly. Seeing Yang Jian soaring into the sky, she immediately blocked her, sacrificed dozens of soul-destroying nails, and shot at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't take the weapon either, his figure moved and turned sideways in the air, stopping all the soul-destroying nails.

Suddenly, the ground in the surrounding forest trembled, and the power of heaven and earth gathered rapidly towards this place.

Formation?

Although Yang Jian has some confidence in his own strength, he is not to the point of conceit.

At that moment, the figure was rushing towards Chaoge City, wrapped in profound energy, suddenly streamers of light slammed towards him, menacing and fierce.

Yang Jian didn't even pay attention to it, and let the streams of light hit him, and he flew faster.

Among these flashes, there were actually two Houtian Lingbao, a blood-colored flying knife, and a stone specially used to smash people, which actually fell on Yang Jian's back.

But to the astonishment of several Jiejiao disciples, the two Houtian Lingbao fell on Yang Jian's body, which gave him the strength to move forward, but they couldn't make him vomit half a mouthful of blood!

vomiting blood?

Yang Jian's breath didn't fluctuate at all, how could he vomit blood?

At this time, compared to when he saved his mother in the heavenly court, his physical strength has gone up a few steps.

First he got the precious blood of the mysterious turtle, then the blood of the ancestor witch, and then he got the Nine-Turn Overlord Pill.

It was painful to be smashed by the two spirit treasures, Yang Jian grinned secretly, thinking about how to smash them back later.

A layer of three-color light wall suddenly appeared in front of it, which was the boundary of the formation here.

Yang Jian swung forward in a circle, and the big formation immediately sensed it, surging a beam of brilliance to strengthen itself; with a bang, Yang Jian's fist was firmly received by the big formation.

The middle-aged man in charge of the formation sneered, and was about to fully open the formation immediately, leaving Yang Jian nowhere to escape, but suddenly saw that Yang Jian wrapped himself in a gray aura and walked towards the formation wall.

"What... is this supernatural power?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, and watched Yang Jian walk out of the formation without hindrance, and was stunned for a while.

Yang Jian flew forward for dozens of miles, feeling that the terrain of the earth was stable, and the vitality of the heaven and earth was also in order, so he stopped his figure.

Fighting is still necessary, but it cannot be fought in the opponent's formation.

When he turned around, the chasing figures stopped suspiciously, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Yang Jian's gourd.

The middle-aged immortal who took the lead flew over first, and like the others, he was also wrapped in black air, unable to distinguish his original breath and appearance.

Although the soul-destroying nail is vicious, it is very common, if it is used to kill Jiang Shang, it will not cause fire.

The middle-aged immortal shouted coldly: "Yang Jian, hand over Jiang Shang!"

"Oh?" Yang Jian glanced over and didn't find Shen Gongbao's figure, so he smiled, "If I don't pay, so what?"

"court death!"

The middle-aged immortal shouted loudly, raised his hand and sprinkled thousands of light spots, and shot towards Yang Jian in the night.

In the battle against Daluo Peak, Yang Jian didn't dare to be too careless. The three-pointed and two-edged gun was unsheathed and waved in front of him, forming an impenetrable wall of gun shadows, sweeping away all the cold lights.

The middle-aged immortal flew up into the sky, and pressed his hands down. The vitality of the world with a radius of thousands of miles was suddenly emptied, and it turned into two huge palms and smashed at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian also jumped up, and went straight to the Jiejiao Immortal who was at the peak of Daluo, and the three-pointed and two-edged spear shone with faint starlight, and he slashed upwards!

Hum——

The half-moon knife arc cut off a big palm with aura, but Yang Jian's figure was faster than the arc of light, and he had rushed within a hundred feet of the middle-aged immortal.

The immortal was shocked, knowing that Yang Jian was physically strong, and if he got close to him, he could even injure the quasi-sage! How dare he resist with his own fairy body? Immediately cast the method of transposition of different shapes, the figure appeared thousands of feet away, and cast the spell again, using the power of the primordial spirit, borrowing the spiritual energy of thousands of miles, and continuously bombarded Yang Jian.

In Yang Jian's hand, the three-pointed and two-edged gun kept waving, and his figure really didn't stop for a moment, smashing all the incoming aura.

"Uncle, I will come to help you!"

With a few whistling sounds, the three generations of Jiejiao disciples also shot out, moving constantly, chasing after Yang Jian's figure and beating fiercely.

Yang Jian completely ignored them, let those rays of light hit him, and charged forward without leaving any injuries!

Gradually, he was getting closer and closer to the immortal, and it took a lot of effort to move continuously, but after a few times, the middle-aged immortal at the peak of Da Luo slowed down for a few moments...

"Ah."

A chuckle flashed by, and Yang Jian's figure suddenly sped up, and before the middle-aged immortal's handprints were completed, he had already rushed in front of him.

With a sweep of the gun body, it hit the immortal's chest fiercely.

The body of the middle-aged immortal shone with a few rays of protective light, but was instantly shattered by the spear.

Peng!

The immortal was smashed to the ground, causing billows of smoke and dust to form on the ground.

"Uncle!"

"Yang Jian! You are so ruthless!"

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. If he was really ruthless, he would have poked with the tip of the gun instead of sweeping it with the body of the gun just now.

This peak Da Luo turned out to be half-baked, with no powerful supernatural powers, and no tyrannical magic weapon.

Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand and used his profound energy in front of him to manifest several pictures.

"I don't know if the fellow daoists below are the uncle and uncle of Jiejiao? I also don't know how many senior brothers and sisters are under the teacher's uncle and uncle of Jiejiao?"

The picture around Yang Jian's body gradually became clear, and those figures stopped suddenly, their eyes flustered.

Aren't those pictures exactly what they were discussing in the forest about how to kill Jiang Shang and make more gods?

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Before the golden crow fell, I happened to meet a few people in the forest. At that time, they discussed what to do tonight?"

"you!"

"Yang Jian, don't bully people too much!"

With a three-pointed and two-edged spear shot horizontally, Yang Jian put away his smile and said, "It's better to show your true skills and compete. My second-generation sect almost died in your hands. This matter really cannot be ignored."