The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Seeing this giant beast, Bai Ze shouted tremblingly, his eyes were full of shock. Lu Chunyang frowned tightly, and He Mudan beside him was even paler.

And look at the Kunpeng's lair, several figures rushed around like crazy, they were those great supernatural beings and quasi-sages.

Two giant claws hung down from the pitch-black sky, sealing the world with one strike, and pinning the two great supernatural beings who had fought too hard and consumed too much before.

Pressing the giant claws, the two figures exploded into blood mist, the screams were swallowed by the howling wind, and the pure power of the primordial spirit was sucked into the terrifying mouth directly above the sky.

That so-called lair is just a trap for its predators!

Waves of pure primordial power were sucked into the mouth of the whale, and the two quasi-sages who had escaped before finally rushed to the edge of the small world, each with their full strength, trying to blast away the black curtain hanging from the sky, but they couldn't shake it at all!

When they stood in front of them, it seemed to be a wing that covered the sky and the sun. The wings flapped gently, and the vast energy turned into chains, branded with the pattern of the avenue, wrapped around the body of a quasi-sage, and threw it into the 'nest'.

And the other quasi-sage became ruthless, not hesitating to seriously injure the origin, fall into the realm, and forcibly cast the secret method. His figure turned into a bright red blood light, and the blood light trembled.

"Go!"

Yang Jian immediately shouted, Ao Xinke and his heart were connected, and his left palm rested on the wall of Xingshuo, Xingshuo quickly rushed to the distance, lest it would be affected.

In the small world underground.

The giant mouth swallowed the bound quasi-sage in one gulp. Seeing a quasi-sage escaped, it let out an angry cry. Instead of chasing after it in a hurry, it turned its head and looked at where Yang Jian's avatar was.

Those scarlet eyes were like two bloody suns, hanging in the sky, brutal, cold, but extremely profound.

"snort!"

It was just a cold snort, but it sounded like thunder, and Yang Jian's avatar was instantly shattered, and the situation in that small world was never seen again.

A little blood overflowed from the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, and he was shocked in his heart.

How strong is this Kunpeng?

A cold snort not only shattered his avatar, but also injured his soul!

"Husband!"

"I'm fine," Yang Jian gasped, "Go after that quasi-sage! Don't let him run away!"

"Why are you chasing him?" Lu Chunyang asked in confusion, "Is there any grudge against you?"

Yang Jian said: "He has collected the most treasures in it, so why can't you two bleed in vain today."

Lu Chunyang suddenly smiled wryly, and Bai Ze was in high spirits instantly; Yang Jian adjusted his breath a little, and gave instructions to several people.

The star shuttle traveled across the clouds and across the sea, and directly intercepted the quasi-sage at the edge of the great world.

Ao Xinke and Bai Ze teamed up to condense vitality and seal the land of hundreds of miles, making it impossible for the quasi-sage to escape into the void, while Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang rushed out from the star shuttle one after the other!

The Xuangang shot quickly and the sword light flickered, cutting off the retreat of the already seriously injured quasi-sage.

When this person saw Lu Chunyang, he immediately scolded in a cold voice: "It's you!"

Such a character, which one is not a proud person? Seeing that Lu Chunyang led someone to beat Qiufeng at this time, he immediately became furious.

He sacrificed a Blood Ruyi in his hand, and smashed it hard at Lu Chunyang's head. At the same time, he immediately set up a formation, summoned dozens of ten-foot-tall warriors, and stopped them.

"Hand over the treasure, and spare you!"

Yang Jian shouted loudly, and the three-pointed and two-edged spear came out of its sheath, and slashed across. The dozens of warriors were cut in half in an instant, turning into vitality and dissipating in all directions.

The blood Ruyi that hit Lu Chunyang was also resisted by Lu Chunyang with his sword, but Lu Chunyang's charge was exhausted.

Look at Yang Jian, rushing forward to the left, smashing the magical powers urged by the quasi-sage one by one, majestic and majestic, like the Nine Heavens God of War, quite scary.

The quasi-sage was horrified, seeing that Yang Jian couldn't be stopped, he had no choice but to retreat.

But just as he was about to dodge, Yang Jian's speed suddenly increased!

The sword flashed, the gun shadow trembled, Yang Jian and the figure of the quasi-sage passed by, the quasi-sage stood in the air in a daze, and raised his hand to touch his neck.

There, a bright red wound gushed out blood.

With a whistling wind, the three-pointed and two-bladed gun fell across the man's shoulder, and Yang Jian's voice came from behind him, indifferent and without any emotion.

"Hand over the treasure, I have no intention of killing you."

Lu Chunyang also came, but he didn't get close to the quasi-sage Zhou Baizhang; after all, he was a sword cultivator of Xiuyuanshen, and he couldn't compare to a physical practitioner like Yang Jian.

"Here it is for you!" The quasi-sage laughed at himself, swung his sleeves, and dozens of objects filled with precious light appeared around him.

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged spear was a little closer to the quasi-sage's neck, but what could really threaten the quasi-sage was Yang Jian's piercing through his fairy body just now, and pierced into the strand of Xuangang.

This tactic was really unsatisfactory against Yuan Shen Dao masters.

"What I want is the treasure you got below. I watched it in the dark for a few days, but I know how much you took."

Zhunsheng's eyes showed a little reluctance, but Yang Jian had already shown him affection and did not ask for his natal treasure.

Snorting, the quasi-sage didn't struggle too much, and threw a bag around his body to suspend.

Yang Jian made a gesture, and Ao Xinke made a move immediately. A water rope went from top to bottom, locking up the quasi-sage, and following Ao Xinke's movement of raising his hand, he was thrown thousands of miles away.

Yang Jian wrapped these floating treasures with profound energy, so as not to prevent the quasi-sage from secretly doing something wrong.

After Xuan Qi ground the wisps of divine consciousness to pieces, Yang Jian put all these treasures into Xuan Gui's belt, cupped his hands at the quasi-sage in the distance, turned around and flew back to Star Shuttle.

The quasi-sage had his teeth itchy with hatred, but when he saw Yang Jian's back, he was taken aback for a moment.

"You are Yang Jian!?"

"If you are not satisfied, you can come to me," Yang Jian said calmly, his figure disappeared into the star shuttle, and the star shuttle disappeared with a whoosh.

In the star shuttle, Bai Ze kept shaking his head.

Bai Ze taught him a lesson: "Woman's benevolence, you are a woman's benevolence, you should either hide and do this work, or kill it directly, so as not to leave future troubles."

"Cultivation is not easy," Yang Jian smiled indifferently, "Becoming a Daluo is already extremely difficult. If you want to become a quasi-sage, it will cost you a few years of sitting, and you have to go through thousands of difficulties. How can you kill him so easily?"

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, several people looked at Ao Xinke...

"I'm talking about ordinary monks," Yang Jian shook his head and chuckled, and with a wave of his hand, more than a hundred treasures were piled up in front of him like a hill.

"Choose, take whichever one you like, this is what you two got in exchange for life and death."

He Mudan and Ao Xinke couldn't help chuckling, Lu Chunyang looked bitter, but Bai Ze's eyes were shining, and he began to pick and choose unceremoniously.

Star shuttle was about to enter the sea of ​​chaos, Yang Jian suddenly said: "Go back from the ancient pilgrimage road."

"Well," Ao Xinke asked without asking why, immediately turned around, went to the entrance and exit of the ancient road, and disappeared quickly.

After Star Shuttle flew away, in the chaotic sea above the original direction of Star Shuttle, a huge figure quietly flew away, leaving only a wave of chaotic aura constantly rolling.

Let's talk about the quasi-sage who was ransacked by Yang Jian, while muttering to himself, he flew into the chaos with a gloomy face.

"It was Yang Jian who hurt me... How long has he practiced? How long has it been since Tianting saved his mother? Could this guy be the reincarnation of a saint, how could he advance so fast..."

Muttering in his heart, he discerned the direction, found the great world where his cave was located, and leaped forward.

This time he was injured, he would have to take care of him for thousands of years before he could recover.

Thinking of the moment when he fought Yang Jian, this dignified quasi-sage was a little unpredictable.

"How did he do it?" Zhunsheng murmured, vaguely gaining something.

"You're talking about how Yang Jian suddenly appeared in front of you?"

A joking voice came from the side, and the quasi-sage was startled, but saw a tall figure standing in the chaotic atmosphere in front of him.

Those icy eyes stared at him, making him feel cold all over his dignified quasi-sage...

The man spoke again: "That's because the physical body is strong enough to suppress the principles of the universe, so it controls the universe."

Hum——

The sea of ​​chaos suddenly boiled, the quasi-sage was very decisive, his figure retreated violently, and he made a series of offensives, and a certain avenue in the sea of ​​chaos resonated with him.

"You are Kunpeng!"

"Hahaha! You're smart," the tall figure laughed twice, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already behind the quasi-sage.

It's exactly the same as Yang Jian's previous situation, but faster, he can cross the sea of ​​chaos, ignoring the barrier of chaos.

The quasi-sage stared, and made a 'ho ho' sound from his mouth, and slowly fell on his back, with terrible cracks bursting out all over his body, and the primordial spirit of the quasi-sacred realm collapsed directly.

The tall figure opened his mouth and sucked in, and the quasi-sage's primordial power fell into his mouth without a drop.

Then, that gigantic body appeared in the sea of ​​chaos, and flew into the depths of the sea of ​​chaos.

"The ninth unlucky one, tsk, there is another tonic in this seat, hahaha! Hahaha! The road is promising! Who can stop me!"

...

"The prospective leader is dead."

Among the star shuttles, Yang Jian's abrupt opening made Bai Ze, who was holding more than a dozen treasures intoxicated, shiver.

"Kunpeng killed it?"

"I don't know, it's just that the wisp of profound energy I left on his clothes dissipated," Yang Jian sighed, "Then Kunpeng, really hasn't become a saint yet?"

Bai Ze sneered and said, "If he became a saint, Hong Huang would have been in a state of panic long ago. Judging by his current power, I'm afraid he has killed all three corpses, and he is only a short distance away from becoming a saint."

Yang Jian frowned for a while, "Then does he count as proving the truth with strength?"

"Of course it counts. To be honest, I have to admire him." Bai Ze smacked his lips.

Back then, although the demon master Kunpeng was above the ten demon saints, his strength was not abnormal to the point he is now.

The two original monster bosses meet again, one is already invincible under the saint, and the other has regressed a lot from the ancient times, really...

"This monster is a serious problem," Lu Chunyang said in a deep voice, and the three gentlemen in the star shuttle fell into silence.

Yang Jian suddenly smiled.

Bai Ze asked puzzledly, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's okay, I just feel that the opponent will be so tyrannical in the future, which will put me under some pressure. Well, when the matter of conferring the gods is over, we must hurry up and practice."

Lu Chunyang and Bai Ze looked at each other, and suddenly smiled wryly.

But the two of them forgot that a young monk even more amazing than Kunpeng was sitting with them.

How many years have you practiced this? The shot that hurt Zhunsheng just now, the two of them couldn't understand it.

If this momentum continues, what will happen to Yang Jian's strength in another few hundred years?

Bai Ze's mouth was bitter, and he sighed and asked, "Your Meishan still lacks mountain guardian spirits and beasts?"