The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Innate Lingbao, five-wheel cattail leaf fan and thunder.

After Yang Jian got the Thunder Fan, he didn't use it much because the cultivation of Yuanshen was far inferior to the Xuangong of the physical body.

Taking it out this time and sweeping it away, thousands of thunderbolts directly blocked a million merchant troops. Although they didn't hurt a single person, they frightened those soldiers who were no more than mortals into pale faces and completely lost their fighting spirit.

Zhang Guifang was also a little uncertain about Yang Jian's strength. Facing such a situation that was like a punishment from heaven, she had no choice but to withdraw her troops and retreat ten miles.

Fortunately, Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji were captured just now, and the first battle was not without merit.

After the thunder, a scorched black mark ten feet wide and tens of miles across appeared on the plain.

And Zhou Jun, from far and near, all looked at the young man in white on the high platform, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

"Return to the camp and station, and beware of night raids by the merchant army."

Yang Jian left this order, his figure floated down the high platform, and went straight back to the main tent of the Chinese army.

Zhi Jian and Yao Gonglin are waiting in the main tent. They are only training sergeants, they don't go directly to the battlefield, and they don't have specific official positions in the Zhou army, just like Yang Jian's guards.

Seeing Yang Jian walking over with a smile on his face, he was a little strange. It was obvious that his side was defeated and two generals were captured, why the second master seemed to be in a good mood...

"Second Master, what's the matter?"

"Huh? It's okay," Yang Jian waved his hand, "You keep an eye on the movement of the Shang army, and I will rescue the two generals later."

Zhijian said: "Second Lord, the chief general of the Shang army seems to have cultivated himself, and I don't know why."

Yang Jian pondered for a few moments, then said: "Don't worry about him, most of these people with unknown origins just want to find a way out in the Conferred Gods."

"Second Master, why don't I take this piece of Guifang..."

Yao Gonglin made a beheading gesture, and Zhi Jian nodded slightly beside him.

"There are quite a lot of mysteries in the matter of conferring the gods. It is not the best to simply kill them," Yang Jian sat in the main seat and thought for a while.

Zhang Guifang, the well-known "Sangmen Star" on the list of gods, came here, and his junior brother Nezha should come to help out in the next few days, and he still needs to save his junior brother for his military exploits, so naturally there is no need to kill him now.

The problem is that the original Jiang Shang saw the battle between Nezha and Zhang Guifang, and felt deeply that his morals were not good enough. He went to Kunlun Mountain to ask Yuanshi Tianzun, but was reprimanded by Yuanshi Tianzun.

I can't go back to Kunlun Mountain to 'cry' because of Zhang Guifang, can I?

In that way, it would be too similar to his own uncle.

How to do this? If the Conferred God List can be obtained as soon as possible, it would be the best.

Or, when the time comes, the master will send someone to send the list of gods?

Although Yang Jian couldn't directly change the name on the list of gods, but if he could get this treasure early, he might be able to find some mysteries contained in the heavenly book early.

If you mess with Jiang Shang, mess with Jiang Shang, if you screw Jiang Shang down, all the things you know about conferring gods have changed.

What made Yang Jian even more speechless was that he didn't have the ability of divination and calculation, and he had to rely on his own brain to think about many things, which was quite tiring.

But there was nothing he could do, who made him step on this road by accident and dug this hole...

"Prime Minister!"

Outside the account, Huang Feihu hurried over with a group of generals, full of excitement, Huang Feihu shouted: "Prime Minister, why don't you directly destroy the Shang army without using immortal techniques?"

"King Wu Cheng was joking," Yang Jian shook his head and laughed, "Since it is an immortal method, how can it take the lives of ordinary people?"

Huang Feihu was speechless, silent for a while, and asked: "General Nan and Zhou Ji were taken by Zhang Guifang, that Zhang Guifang has sorcery skills, standing there and shouting can make people immobilized, what should I do?"

"I'm going to rescue the two generals right now," Yang Jian got up, "I have evasion techniques, but the enemy troops who come and go are not aware of it."

A general hurriedly shouted: "No way! How can the prime minister be put in danger?"

"It's okay," Yang Jian smiled, turned around in front of everyone, and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Yang Jian's ability, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

They didn't know that generals like Huang Feihu who led the army would only be in charge of commanding the army from now on; those who fought in front of the battle were not ordinary people.

Yang Jian escaped for less than a stick of incense, when he heard the sound of the gust of wind, a figure came from the sky, blowing the tent filled with wind and sand.

When the wind and sand dissipated, Yang Jian was already sitting in the main seat, while Nan Gongshi and Zhou Ji passed out.

The generals hurried forward to rescue the two generals, and praised the prime minister's ability...

Yang Jian and Huang Feihu discussed one or two countermeasures, and suddenly they heard someone report that Zhang Guifang shouted outside.

"Prime Minister!" Huang Feihu was also staunch, "I will go to learn his magic again, this time I will definitely not be fooled by him!"

"King Wu Cheng can't," Yang Jian shook his head, just about to persuade Huang Feihu, when he heard a report from a soldier outside the account.

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, the Prime Minister's Mansion in the city sent someone to report that your junior brother named Nezha has come to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The Prime Minister's wife asked if this Nezha could be allowed to meet the Prime Minister in the barracks!"

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, he, the junior with the best relationship, really couldn't bear to talk about it.

"Let him come over quickly, I'm worried that no one can cast Guifang's sorcery."

The soldiers and guards outside the tent led away, Huang Feihu read a few words about Nezha, and hurriedly asked: "This Nezha, is the little benefactor who saved me that day?"

Yang Jian nodded and said with a smile: "My junior brother is very capable, and I have a lotus body, so I am not afraid of Zhang Guifang's sorcery and sorcery."

"If it's really my benefactor, I really don't have to be afraid!" Huang Feihu was also invigorated for a while.

During tea time, I saw a figure rushing in from outside the tent, shouting senior brother, and jumped in with a crisp laugh.

In the lotus dress and the lotus leaf skirt, the handsome young man was holding a spear. Seeing that there were generals on the left and right in the tent, he quickly put away his smile and clasped his fists at Yang Jian in a decent manner.

"Uh, Nezha, a disciple of Daoist Taiyi in Qianyuan Mountain, has met the Prime Minister! Now, under the name of Master, I am here to help the Prime Minister!"

"Excuse me," Yang Jian said with a smile, "for the time being, you won't be appointed as a military official. I'll let the whole army line up. You go and teach the generals of the Shang army a lesson. How about rewarding them after you make contributions?"

"Hey!" Nezha immediately summoned Hot Wheels, "I'm going to meet that guy right now!"

"Don't worry, if the army moves, it will take a little time," Yang Jian ordered to go, and the whole barracks quickly became lively.

Nezha wondered, "Isn't it enough for me alone? Why do you need to send out an army?"

"This is a war, you will understand after you study more," Yang Jian didn't bother to explain, and waved with a smile, "Come here, I'll introduce you to a general in the army."

Huang Feihu, who was waiting at the side, clasped his fists and shouted: "Benefactor is on top, Huang Feihu's family is grateful to benefactor for rescue! We can see each other again today, it is really a fate!"

Although Zhou Jun's generals saw that Nezha was too young, they always felt a little unreliable, but they felt relieved when they thought that their prime minister was an old god with a youthful appearance, who could not say how many years he had lived.

Nezha will stay in the army in the future, and Yang Jian introduced several powerful generals of the Zhou army to him, so that he can act conveniently in the future.

An hour later, the two armies opened up again.

According to Yang Jian's instructions, Nezha put on a silver-white chain armor over the lotus dress, replaced the lotus leaf skirt with a brown battle skirt, and wore gold-plated combat boots. However, his hairstyle remained the same, and his signature bun with horns remained.

The vanguard of defeating Zhou is officially on the stage!

Standing in front of the battle formation of the Zhou army, with a hot wheel on his feet and a pointed gun on his shoulder, Nezha's face is full of solemnity.

Let's fight one by one, let's fight one by one!

Zhang Guifang came riding on his horse, pointed at Nezha and shouted, "Come and get your name!"

"I am Nezha!"

"Oh?" Zhang Guifang raised her eyebrows. She had never heard of Nezha's name. After all, the story of Nezha had not been spread in the prehistoric world for nearly ten years.

Qinglong Pass in the wild is more than tens of thousands of miles away from Chentang Pass.

Nezha asked, "Are you the chief general?"

The words were somewhat disdainful, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which was quite dazzling under the shining of the Golden Crow's light.

Zhang Guifang was furious in her heart, and scolded: "How dare Zhuzi play tricks on this general! He has always suffered death!"

After saying that, he rushed forward.

Nezha's hot wheels were shining brightly, he leaned forward slightly, and his figure greeted him with a whoosh.

Zhang Guifang raised her brows, and said that this is also a cultivator, no longer hiding, with layers of mist covering her body, she also grabbed a long spear, and stabbed at Nezha's pounced figure.

Such a fight between gods, who can see the soldiers on both sides clearly?

Ordinary people could only hear an explosion, like a thunder from heaven, followed by waves of wind and waves in the arena.

Huang Feihu was secretly frightened while riding on the five-colored bull, while Yang Jian stood calmly on the chariot.

The fight between the two in the arena was lively, and Yang Jian naturally knew that Nezha was just testing, but that Zhang Guifang had already tried her best.

Finally, the horse hissed and fell limply to the ground, Zhang Guifang rolled out.

Nezha stopped attacking, holding the pointed gun in his left hand, and said with a smile, "Is this the only skill?"

"You!" Zhang Guifang sneered, took a breath in his chest, and suddenly shouted: "Nezha get off the horse!"

Nezha blinked, and felt an evil wind blowing by, making his lotus root body a little cold.

However... it was only slightly cool.

"Nezha get off the horse!"

"Stupid? Uncle?" Nezha reminded helplessly, "I'm pedaling a wheel."

Zhang Guifang's complexion changed immediately, although it was a little hard to say, but suffering from poor skills, she yelled and cursed again: "Nezha, I'm still not in the wheel!"

Yang Jian was amused by this scene.

This junior brother is really getting more and more spooky.

Nezha sighed helplessly, and said, "It's really ridiculous that you can command an army of millions with your appearance."

"you!"

"Hmph!" Nezha leaned forward, the speed of Hot Wheels suddenly increased, and the fire-pointed gun was in front of Zhang Guifang's neck in a blink of an eye.

Yang Jian suddenly said: "Don't kill him yet, it's still useful."

Nezha changed his trick temporarily and shot Zhang Guifang away, almost breaking Zhang Guifang's bones.

Zhang Guifang screamed, fell into the ranks of the Shang army, and fell into a coma, and the Shang army was in chaos.

Yang Jian waved his left hand, and the flag behind him was fluttering. There were flag bearers all over the army waving the flag, and the sound of drums shook the sky.

Army attack!

Huang Feihu was so full of anger that he finally let out some fire. The five-colored cow rushed to the front, and more than a dozen generals of the Zhou army were scattered everywhere, leading hundreds of thousands of troops straight into the formation of the merchant army.

The sound of horseshoes thundering;

The shouts of killing shook the sky!

Millions of troops fought in the wilderness, and in just a short while, blood flowed like rivers and filled with dead souls.

Standing on the chariot, Yang Jian witnessed this scene, but his mind drifted into the clouds...

In the end, should it be considered a natural disaster or a man-made disaster.