The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Is this... not dead?

Obviously at that moment, there were at least dozens of monks above the Golden Core attacking in anger. Even if he was not beaten into a sieve, he would have no chance of surviving.

But it was just a flash of divine effort, and I and Nephew Wen arrived here, and there were two other immortals sitting on the clouds, and one of them even bowed to me...

"Help my apprentice"?

"Are you Yang Jian's master?" Fu Dongliu asked subconsciously, then quickly changed his words and smiled awkwardly.

Only then did he carefully look at the real person Yuding, and found that Yuding's face was not handsome, but it was also very attractive, and gave people a sense of honesty and solidity, as if washed with lead, and the calmness of countless years had accumulated.

It was a kind of calmness that made people feel very safe, without any sense of oppression.

And the other old Taoist, sloppy, with a glint in his eyes, raised his hand to stroke his mustache, and smirked at himself...

Fu Dongliu looked at the real person Yuding again, and felt that this person was a fairy!

Fu Dongliu cupped his hands at Master Yuding and said, "Thank you senior for saving me, brother Yang is being hunted down, why...why don't you go and save him?"

And the little princess also came back to his senses, staring at Yuding blankly, but didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Before Yu Ding could speak, the old Taoist picked up the teacup and said with a hey smile: "How can I save? What can I save? The next thing I launched to hunt down that boy Yang Jian, isn't it the work of Master Yang Jian? I just gave that boy a little bit of training to let him know that the prehistoric times are difficult. How can I save him?"

"this……"

Fu Dongliu's eyes were a little dazed, and he smiled wryly, probably understanding the cause and effect.

The Tianrift Valley Daozang that made the monks in the secret realm go crazy seems to be non-existent.

Affecting thousands of monks, the culprit who caused the intensified pursuit on the earth was right in front of him, and it turned out to be Yang Jian's master.

And all of this is just an experience arranged for Yang Jian.

Pity myself for foolishly risking her life to repay Brother Yang for the kindness he gave to the sect that day, and the girl next to him is also thinking the same way, she is determined to die.

Yuding made two cloud chairs with his hands, and said in a warm voice: "Please rest here for a while, and I will ask you two to help my disciples solve the difficulties in my heart later. If there is any offense in this matter, I will apologize here."

"Haha," Fu Dongliu raised his head and laughed, mostly helpless and desolate, "In the end, I'm just stupid. Thank you, senior, for saving my life!"

He didn't flinch, took two steps on the cloud, and sat on the cloud chair.

And the little princess was a little angry at first, but seeing the demeanor and appearance of Master Yuding, he couldn't get angry, and thought that this was Yang Jian's master, so he lowered his head and sat beside Fu Dongliu.

Although Yuding saved them and apologized twice, the two people still felt a little awkward.

But the old Taoist said to the two of them: "Don't complain, this is the good fortune of the two of you. This is the real Yuding, who hides the deepest among the Twelve Golden Immortals, and is also the first-class supernatural power in today's prehistoric times."

"Senior's words are serious," Yu Ding cast a look over.

The veteran spread his hands, sat there and said nothing more.

Although the supernatural power is not as good as Yuding at this time, this old man is not afraid of him. After all, he is seriously injured in the fight, and there is a certain probability that he can escape from the hands of Master Yuding.

Fu Dongliu and the little princess looked at each other, and they both saw each other's wry smiles and bewilderment.

Immortal Yuding drew a circle casually, but this was using the method of observing the fog in the clouds. In the circle, there were waves rippling first, and then a picture gradually formed.

In the picture, Yang Jian is fighting and retreating, using the simplest method of throwing stones to kill a chasing soldier behind him.

Seeing that the monks and flying boats in the sky were about to encircle, Yang Jian concentrated on escaping, then occupied the ground, and attacked again with gravel.

Compared with his battle in the secret realm, Yang Jian at this time has no scruples about making a move.

Anyone who wants his life must be prepared to have his life taken away by him!

"Explanation..."

Fu Dongliu looked away, knowing that the immortal Yuding Daoist was here, so he naturally didn't have to worry about Yang Jian's safety.

In this big world, the difference between immortals and mortals is as difficult as reaching the blue sky.

The old Taoist chuckled: "Haven't heard of the teaching? This big world is really hopeless. Daomen should know, right? There are three religions in Taoism. Have you heard of it? This is a disciple of a sage, a sage!"

"Holy!" Fu Dongliu's eyes widened, and he almost jumped out of the cloud chair.

Yu Ding looked at the old man helplessly, why didn't he know that every word the old man said was ridiculing him?

Yuding pondered for a while, and told the whole story:

"Arranging this experience is also a helpless move. My apprentice has great luck, but he is one of the candidates for the next calamity. I tried to change his life for him, but the fate has already been determined."

"The three or four generations of my disciples are all people with profound blessings, and most of their practice is to sit quietly in the mountains and understand. With my enlightenment and luck suppressing them, they can safely obtain the fruit of longevity."

"But my apprentice has to deal with the immeasurable calamity. If you practice hard in the mountains, no matter how high your cultivation is, you may end up in ashes when the catastrophe comes. You must go through a lot of experience."

"At this time, my apprentice is still weak in cultivation, so I am here to protect him. When he has the power to protect himself, he still needs to break through, fight, and fight for his own opportunities."

Fu Dongliu could be proud of himself for being able to explain so many words in one go by Master Yuding.

It's a pity that Fu Dongliu had stubbornness in his bones, and said in a low voice: "But so and so, although I say this is a bit offensive, the disciples of your family are disciples, but the disciples of other families are not?"

Yu Ding sighed lightly, unable to speak any more, but this time it was really unreasonable.

And the old Taoist couldn't stand it, how could a monk not catch up with the dignified Twelve Golden Immortals?

"You are really ignorant, kid! Although this real man trained his disciples through the hands of many monks, these people who died all died of their own greed!"

The old Taoist snorted, "Besides, this real person has set up a large formation, and by using the blood condensed by the death of these monks to feed back this world, this world can survive for another thousand years! What else do you want!"

Fu Dongliu's body trembled when he heard the words, and he looked at Yuding with complicated eyes, and finally he could only sigh...

"Oops! He's in trouble!" the little princess said suddenly.

Among the four, she was the only one who had been staring at Yun Jing.

But in the cloud mirror, the group of monks who were chasing after Yang Jian were blown away by several old men with their sleeves, and these old men did not protect Yang Jian, but waved a few beams of light to suppress Yang Jian.

Fu Dongliu let out a low voice: "It's the masters of the older generation who made the move! I've seen a portrait of this person! He died a thousand years ago!"

"It doesn't matter," Yuding's voice seemed to have some kind of soothing power, "My disciple Xuangong protects the body, and those who have not become immortals should not be seriously injured."

As soon as Yuding finished speaking, in the cloud mirror, Yang Jian was hit on the back by a golden shuttle. Yang Jian's blood surged, and he lowered his head and sprayed blood...

That golden shuttle is a fairy treasure beyond the realm of magic treasure!

"Hey!" The old man couldn't help turning his head away, shrugging his shoulders in various ways.

Yuding's face was also gloomy, his fingers moved slightly, and the golden shuttle exploded with a bang, scaring the envoy of the golden shuttle into white sweat.

And Yuding raised his hand again, and a black light flew down the clouds...

In the cloud mirror, old-faced figures came from all directions, and their aura became stronger and stronger.

Yang Jian couldn't fight, so he had to run away again, but these old people didn't attack each other, but forced Yang Jian to flee in a certain direction with a tacit understanding.

day rift.

The black light emitted by Yuding shuttled through the clouds, followed closely behind Yang Jian, ready to fall at any time.

And on the way ahead of Yang Jian's run, more than a dozen old men who looked like immortals took action and arranged a large formation.

Yang Jian didn't know why, so he rushed in, only to feel that the world was spinning for a while, and the figure flashed and disappeared...

Reappearing again, Yang Jian and Liu Ya who was sleeping in his arms were unharmed; looking up and looking around, he found himself in a barren mountain that had never been before.

There was black gravel under his feet, and when he looked up, figures appeared in front of him, including nearly a hundred old people.

"Go in."

An old man wearing a high crown said coldly.

Yang Jian turned his head to look, but saw a gloomy canyon behind him. The canyon was filled with black mist, and there were bursts of ghost cries.

Although the aura of the world is about to be exhausted, these old guys who have practiced Taoism for hundreds of thousands of years are not stupid.

The Liuya in Yang Jian's arms, and the rumors about Dao Zang in the Rift Valley that day, are all strange; they let Yang Jian take Liuya into the Tianrift Valley, and they also have the heart to let Yang Jian find the way for them.

If there is really Dao Zang here, in their view, it is not a troublesome thing to take down Yang Jian, and it will not be too late to make a move at that time.

Seeing that Yang Jian didn't move, the old man shouted again: "Go in! Or die!"

"die?"

Yang Jian smiled coldly, and slowly raised his head, sweating profusely so that his long hair no longer fluttered, but his eyes were aroused with the arrogance that had been hidden in his heart for too long.

"What are you? Dare to let me die?"

The old man with the high crown was not angry at all when he heard the words, and said with a sneer: "You are just a little brute force, and you want to get some opportunities, but you don't have any skills."

"I don't have any skills?" Yang Jian pointed at the old man and scolded, "You so-called seniors, let those disciples and grandchildren with low cultivation bases test my skills with their lives. Is this a skill? Hahaha! It's just some chickens and dogs! I, Yang Jian, am afraid of you!"

The old man's face was full of anger, and he smiled: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

At this moment, a ray of black light rushed out from the sky rift valley, pierced in front of Yang Jian with a clang.

All the old men's eyes widened, but they saw a long sword shimmering with black light pierced into the stone for a foot in front of Yang Jian, and it was trembling slightly at this moment.

Yang Jian didn't even look at it, and raised his hand to grab the sword.

Anyway, it's a desperate situation, so what if this long sword with a strange origin is a soul-eating magic soldier?

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and Shang Yun's lingering murderous intent soared into the sky.

Yang Jian held Liuya in his arms with his left hand, completely unaware that Liuya had woken up at this time, and was looking at him with a pair of eyes that he had never seen before. There was a bit of appreciation, a bit of bewilderment, and a bit of tenderness in those eyes.

This is definitely not the look that a girl of four, five or seven or eight years old can have, because it is too vicissitudes and too ordinary.

"come!"

Yang Jian yelled angrily, his anger soared to the sky, and he pointed his long sword obliquely, as if the sky and the earth could not contain the fighting spirit in his heart!

The old man with the high crown waved his sleeves fiercely, and a green light shot at Yang Jian, and the whole world was reflected in emerald green...