The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Wen Zhong deliberately used Xi Qi's hand to get rid of Fei Zhong and You Hun, the ministers of the Shang Dynasty. He and Wen Zhong were at odds with each other, so why did he do what he wanted?

He really wanted to find a way to send the two of them back to Chaoge City without a trace, not only to prevent Zhou Guo from being infamous, but also to make Wen Zhong speechless.

What to do, Yang Jian already has a charter in his heart, and he will start to implement it when the merchant army comes to attack...

In the city of Xiqi.

A middle-aged man, wearing a robe and brocade clothes, seemed to be a wealthy businessman, strolling on the streets of Xiqi.

He hid his breath and changed his appearance, even if his apprentice was here, he couldn't recognize who it was.

The man entered a teahouse, ordered some side dishes and a cup of clear tea, and drank by himself, but scattered his consciousness all over the city.

He seemed to be looking for something.

One or two hours later, at dusk, the man got up, still calm, turned and left the teahouse.

Walking out of Xiqi City, there was a carriage waiting, he got into it, and the carriage slowly drove into the distance.

The entire city of Xiqi is under the pressure of a quasi-sage's spiritual thoughts. Ordinary people can't feel anything, and ordinary monks can't feel it, but as long as the longevity Taoists come here, they will feel difficulty breathing and chest tightness.

Under such surveillance, the middle-aged man didn't disturb Ao Xinke at all, he searched the city and left quietly.

In the carriage, the middle-aged man had returned to his original appearance, but he was a dignified female monk in priestly robes.

The driver smiled and said, "Did Junior Sister find anything unusual?"

She said softly: "Senior brother, why bother to make things difficult for Yang Jian, although we have schemes, we don't want to tear the face off with them."

"Huh! If this son is not eliminated, the generals will be a serious problem for us!" The figure of the coachman driving the coach was wrapped in a gray aura, and turned into the appearance of Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, "It's really abominable to be impoverished again and again."

"Where did senior brother's great wisdom go?" the woman in the car sighed softly.

"I asked my junior sister to check the location of Yang Jian's real body, and my junior sister just told me about it."

"Well," the woman in the car said softly, "Yang's mansion is three thousand feet underground. I searched for more than two hours before I found out that there is no earth."

Manjusri sneered, "This kid must be in the critical moment of retreat, the teacher personally gave him advice, if he leaves the retreat this time, he might fly away."

"Once he flies up, so what?" The female Taoist sighed lightly, and Manjusri Guangfa was silent for a while, and just snorted coldly, and a little sparkle flashed in his eyes.

Yang Jian was in seclusion, but he couldn't hide it anymore.

That day Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun sent Jin Zha to the battle of conferring the gods, and it happened that after Yang Jian used the whip, he suddenly became weak.

It was this flaw that made Manjusri suspicious. After careful observation, he saw through Yang Jian's fake body of the soul.

It is impossible to justify using a fake body to preside over a battle of millions of troops.

Then, Manjusri pinched his fingers and calculated, and learned that Yang Jian had gone to Kunlun Fairy Mountain before, and got the guidance of the sage teacher in Yuxu Palace. It seemed that he was stuck in the bottleneck of practice before.

The sage did not hide the mystery of this matter, so it can be found out.

What is the most taboo in practice?

Being disturbed when the crisis breaks through!

At least it will fail to break through, and at worst it will destroy the Dao Foundation!

Although he was not sure whether Yang Jian's breakthrough would be smooth, or whether it would really make Yang Jian suffer, but he remembered that in Yuxu Palace, Yang Jian pointed at his nose and scolded him so much that he couldn't retaliate. He was almost regarded as the laughing stock of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

But Manjusri didn't know that a ray of blood-red aura that even the quasi-sages couldn't see lingered at the root of his primordial spirit.

It was as if the blood-sucking vine was entrenched on a big tree, making his mighty soul gradually turn red...

Nv Dao persuaded again: "Brother, why don't you forgive others and forgive others..."

"I've made up my mind, so I don't need to persuade my sister any more."

"Since that's the case, I will go back to my Putuo Mountain to practice, so that senior brother can do it for himself."

Manjusri didn't say anything, there was no one in the carriage behind him, and they had already left.

Mount Putuo? Luogadong?

No wonder he was able to find out where Yang Jian was hiding, and see through Ao Xinke's painstaking arrangements. It turned out that she was invited out of the mountain by Manjusri.

Being missed by Manjusri, Yang Jian's bottleneck breakthrough this time is really going to be a bit of a twist...

...

After Lu Xiong brought Fei and You to Qinglong Pass, he tried his best to rectify the troops and boost morale; Deng Chanyu seldom moved around in the army, avoiding the attention of Fei and You, as if afraid of getting into trouble.

How dare Fei Zhong and You Hun go to the battlefield? Now he lives in Qinglongguan, he will not go out even if he is killed, and keeps writing memorials to Chaoge City, saying that the soldiers and horses of Qinglongguan are tired and need to rest for several months to recover.

This reason is quite reasonable, and with Di Xin's permission, these two ministers who rely on lip service started to win over generals in Lu Xiong's army in order to protect themselves...

Yang Jian is naturally happy to see the Shang army not leaving the customs for a long time.

He can concentrate on his cultivation and comprehend the method of breakthrough; he has thought of a practice method that is almost self-harm before, but he always feels that the risk is too great, and he wants to find some more secure methods.

The later the merchant army came, the more time he had.

If he remembered correctly, after the death of Wang Mo, Fei and You also died in Xiqi, and after that, the four generals of Jiamengguan Mojia who were more difficult.

These four people are not members of the Taoist sect, Yang Jian can confirm that they are a few pawns that the Western religion placed in the Conferred God.

The "Earth, Water, Wind and Fire" four-element sword of Moliqing, the jasper pipa of Molihai, the Hunyuan bead umbrella of Molihong, and the purple golden flower fox mink of Molishou are all quite difficult treasures.

Especially the Hunyuan Bead Umbrella, which dares to be called 'Hunyuan', has extraordinary power and can drop all magic weapons.

The Hunyuan Pearl that Gao You made naturally fell into the hands of Yang Jian. Yang Jian wanted to give the orb to Nezha. After all, Nezha had no way to attack from a distance.

But Nezha refused to take it anyway, so Yang Jian had to put it away by himself, playing with it in his hands every day, and experiencing the various magics of the Hunyuan Pearl.

The more he pondered, the more Yang Jian was in a state of mind, and the more he understood the word Hunyuan.

Gao Yougan actually used such treasures to smash people, it was really a hidden gem.

What is Hunyuan?

The vitality is not divided, and the chaos is one! Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is the Dao Realm of a saint!

This bead contains a mysterious dao rhyme, although it is very weak, it seems to be a wisp of dao rhyme that appeared before the chaos was opened, and it is stored in this bead and has survived to this day.

You don't need to deliberately go into details, just wear this bead by your side, and the power of the primordial spirit will be warmed and become more pure.

Unfortunately, he has always cultivated the flesh.

When it is Xiaochan'er's birthday this year, give this bead to her as a gift.

"Prime Minister, it's late at night, it's time for you to rest." A guard outside the tent reminded in a low voice.

"Well," Yang Jian responded, stretched, and lay back on the small bed, immersing himself in the practice of the body.

An underground retreat.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands with some hesitation.

Do you want to use such drastic means?

But now that he has figured out a way, why hesitate? At this time, he was in the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods, surrounded by powerful enemies, if he could not leave the customs for one more day, there would be more uncertainties.

If the four generals of the Demon Family come to attack Xiqi, with Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Nezha, and Huang Tianhua, how can they resist?

This is not the time to look forward and backward, the sooner you can break through, the sooner you can get out!

When did you not endure all kinds of pain before?

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and a handful of precious refining treasures appeared in front of him, which he directly melted with his profound energy, turning them into oddly shaped 'claws'.

Soon, the condensed 'claw knives' appeared in front of him, each of which was roughly shaped like scissors, with a thumb-sized hole in the middle, and sharp spikes on the front and back.

Backhand pinched the formula, and seventy-two pincers floated around Yang Jian's body, and strands of black handles wrapped around it, making them shine with colorful cold fronts!

Yang Jian's body slowly floated up, stretching his limbs as far as possible in mid-air, his long hair fluttering, and he quietly closed his eyes.

Seventy-two profound beads are shining everywhere!

"Break!"

With a low shout, seventy of the seventy-two pincers rushed forward at the same time, except for the two mysterious beads on the back of the head, and each of the mysterious beads on the body corresponds to a pair of pincers.

Yang Jian put away the profound energy and Xuangang all over his body, and broke his powerful body with the sharpness of the Xuanhand!

Seventy pincers entered from the front, and protruded from behind Yang Jian; the hole in the center of each pincer completely wrapped the mysterious beads in it! The Profound Handle dissipated, and the treasures used to refine the magic weapon were directly blocked by the Profound Orbs all over his body.

"ah!"

Finally, Yang Jian's roar echoed for a long time in the narrow underground space...

Cutting off the connection between the mysterious beads is a hundred times more painful than smashing the bones of the whole body!

The roar of the underground continued all night, but no one could hear it; only Ao Xinke kept pacing in her boudoir, her eyes turned red from time to time, so she could see the situation underground.

She finally knew why Yang Jian was able to rise so quickly, why he was able to have such combat power after only a short period of practice.

This is clearly a breakthrough with one's life, and every step carries great risks. Perhaps Yang Jian's crazy actions today may not cause Yang Jian to die at worst, but the pain involved is really unimaginable.

Finally, when the sky was approaching dawn, Yang Jian stopped roaring and was supported by profound energy to float in mid-air, with spikes pierced in front of him, behind him, and all over his body.

His back was facing upwards, and on the bloody spine, there were nine emptiness beads slowly condensing, a stream of vast blood was rushing in his body, streams of pure aura poured into all parts of his body...

As for Yang Jian, he was already half-awake from the pain...

"Husband..."

Ao Xinke sighed softly, sat on the futon, and continued to monitor the surroundings of Zhou Capital City.

The Zhou camp outside the city is dominated by the Chinese army.

A group of generals rushed over in a hurry, each with anxious faces; the three brothers Nezha, Jinzha, and Muzha also rushed over, looking at Yang Jian who was sitting paralyzed on the bed, they couldn't believe it.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Jian smiled wryly, the body was breaking through in such an extreme way, his soul was originally one, and here he could still feel seventy steel needles stuck all over his body.

"Practice last night... I practiced splitting, nothing happened, and I can recover after a year or two of training."

"Ah?" Nezha stared at him for a while, "Could it be that he suffered from a sorcerer's spell?"