The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Report! General Zheng Lun asks for help!"

"Report! General Wei Hu asks for help!"

"Report--"

A sound of announcements, most of them are generals asking for help, only half of them are good news.

But asking for help doesn't mean defeat, it's just that the battle situation is stalemate, there are too many casualties, and the generals are a little impatient.

As the day drew to a close, the blue sky was stained with blood, and the sword cut across.

Not only did the fighting not stop, the two armies had begun to fight for every cent. On the continuous front, you came and went everywhere, and each soldier left the field dead or injured.

Huang Feihu asked in a low voice, "Where did the rear army go?"

"One hundred thousand troops will arrive in half an hour, and the rest will take two hours!"

"The prime minister has not returned yet, take down the Shang army camp as soon as possible!"

Huang Feihu grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, at this moment he really wanted to ride out on the five-colored bull, but in the end he could only hold back.

Without Yang Jian, he is the commander in chief, and he must not charge forward, otherwise he will be in a desperate situation, and no matter how powerful the Zhou army is, no matter how powerful the army is, it will be defeated quickly.

The four tiger generals of the Huang family were killed and covered in blood, several of King Wu's brothers had died in battle, more than 20 General Zhou had been buried here, and more than 200,000 soldiers had been killed or injured!

Helplessly, Huang Feihu watched the battle situation in front of him, watched the golden crow fall into the golden light of the western sky, watched the world fall into silence, but was ignited by the shouts of killing.

Huang Feihu didn't expect it, neither did the generals of the Zhou army, and even less did Xiao Lan.

This battle went from day to night, and from night to dawn!

There were countless casualties among the soldiers, but Zhou Jun, stepping on the mountain of corpses, had already pushed the battle line to the edge of the Shang army's camp!

The continuous reinforcements from Zhou's army made Xu Gai, the leader of the Shang army, experience a night of almost despair.

The sky is about to brighten, and the banners of the Zhou army are all over the mountains and plains, not just the central army, but the left and right wings are pushed up across the board!

When the eastern sky turned gray and the Zhou army took a rest, Huang Feihu gave an order that hundreds of thousands of blood-stained troops were about to flatten the merchant camp. The merchant army could only organize a weak defense, but the merchant soldiers were not defeated this time.

In this battle, death is the destination, if you escape, when you die of old age in the future, what face will you have to go to the Underworld to see the robed Ze who died in battle today!

Wei Hu held up the magic pestle, "Conquer the enemy camp!"

Xu Gai, the general of the Shang army, held the knife in both hands and roared, "Stop them!"

The two armies suddenly agreed, Zhou Jun was about to launch a charge, but subconsciously, the people here looked up at the sky at the same time.

A huge vortex appeared in the dark clouds above their heads. Two figures flew out of the vortex, stood facing each other in the midair, looked at each other, and fell slowly at the same time.

Yang Jian!

Kong Xuan!

"Big brother!"

Wei Hu grinned and shouted, but just as the smile was about to bloom, it froze on his face.

Yang Jian's long hair fluttered messily in the wind, and the tip of the three-pointed and two-bladed gun held in his left hand pointed forward, but the aura on his body fluctuated.

Slowly, under the gaze of nearly a million soldiers on both sides, Yang Jian landed in front of Wei Hu and Zhou Jun, only a few tens of feet away from the Shang Army camp.

Kong Xuan held the sword, landed in front of Xu Gai, and looked down.

After a night of bloody storms, heroic spirits everywhere are immortal.

However, Yang Jian seemed to ignore the hard-won results, and said in a low voice: "Retreat."

Wei Hu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

But a young general behind Wei Hu hurriedly took a step, and hurriedly shouted: "Prime Minister! We are going to take it soon!" His voice trembled, and a few tears welled up in his eyes.

"I said, retreat!"

Yang Jian suddenly yelled angrily, and his voice echoed all over the mountains and plains.

The young general was taken aback for a moment, and quickly bowed his head and knelt down.

Kong Xuan on the camp looked at this scene peacefully. He no longer had a battle armor on his body, but a cyan fairy robe, which fluttered in the wind.

Huang Feihu immediately ordered that Zhou Jun Mingjin retreat, and hundreds of thousands of troops all over the mountains and plains retreated like a tide.

Yang Jian took a deep look at Kong Xuan, turned around and walked, just behind the army.

Kong Xuan still didn't move, the sword trembled slightly, and his gaze was still sad.

Zhou's army retreated ten miles and set up camp along the river. When Yang Jian came back, a big camp had already been set up here, and there were wounded soldiers being bandaged everywhere, but these soldiers did not cheer when they saw Yang Jian's return for the first time.

Stepping into the gate, Yang Jian stopped suddenly, with his waist straightened, his head slightly lowered, and his face was a little dark.

Xiao Lan, who was healing the wounded soldiers, suddenly realized something and turned to look at Yang Jian...

On Yang Jian's body, cobweb-like cracks began to appear on Ao Xuehan's body, and the robe inside was blown away by a breeze like ashes.

when!

The Dragon Spear was tightly held by Yang Jian's left hand, leaning on the ground, his body trembled slightly, and suddenly he opened his mouth to spit out a big mouthful of blood, and threw himself forward.

"Prime Minister!"

"Yang Jian!"

"Big brother!"

Several figures rushed towards Yang Jian very quickly. Longji had the highest mana and arrived the fastest.

Regardless of the blood stains on the ground, the fairy on the cloud fell down and hugged Yang Jian, eager to put a stream of fairy spirit into Yang Jian's body, but felt that Yang Jian's body was like a sieve, unable to survive at all...

"Brother! What happened to you, brother!"

"The elixir, give him the elixir quickly!" Xiao Lan shouted anxiously, Long Ji woke up like a dream, took out a elixir in his bosom, and fed it to Yang Jian.

Aoxuehan fell off by itself, turned into a snow-white ring and put it on the index finger of Yang Jian's left hand. Yang Jian's body covered with bruises and bloodstains was revealed, and Xiao Lan was so frightened that she covered her mouth and nose and cried.

"I...undefeated..."

Yang Jian barely opened a gap in his eyes, and blood gushed out of his mouth, "No troops, peacocks... eat people... have no scruples..."

As he spoke, Yang Jian frowned and passed out completely in Long Ji's arms.

At this moment, Kong Xuan's laughter came from the sky.

"Yang Jian! Heal up and fight again! Hahahaha!"

On the mountainside camp, Kong Xuan raised his head and laughed, but his arms kept trembling.

On his fairy clothes, blood fainted on his back and chest at the same time, and then there were scars all over his body!

Peacock blood, dazzling red, he looks like a blood man.

"grown ups!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha! My way is not alone! My way is not alone!"

Kong Xuan waved his hand, his figure was shaky, but he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

A burst of multicolored brilliance gushed out around him, wrapping his whole body in it, like a bird's egg.

Ten miles away, in the Zhou camp, Yang Jian's body was wrapped in strands of profound energy, and he gradually sat up cross-legged, suspended there, his breath gradually growing stronger from weak.

Only then did Zhou's generals heave a sigh of relief, and Huang Tianhua, who was also seriously injured, was so stimulated that he passed out again.

In the depths of Wanliyun, the figure of a Taoist stood quietly, his eyes fixed on Yang Jian.

After confirming that Yang Jian was really fine, the overdrawn mysterious body gradually began to generate new power, the Taoist finally heaved a sigh of relief and disappeared.

...

After Zhou Jun, a few figures seemed to be sitting beside a lake with a pleasant view of the mountains and forests, talking about Taoism, and mysterious Taoist rhymes lingered on the pool, benefiting the living beings here.

A person asked: "The leader's trip is not to subdue the peacock. This is a good opportunity, why not do it? I also ask the leader to enlighten me."

The middle-aged Taoist sitting on the ninth-grade lotus platform chuckled, "If you make a move at this time, you will be infamous for taking advantage of others' dangers. It is still impossible for Chanjiao to owe me a favor from Xixijiao."

The Taoist lightly brushed the precious tree beside him, "That Kong Xuan, the poor Daoist can easily capture it, don't worry."

Another person sighed: "If Yang Jian can be admitted to my teaching, the day of my teaching's great prosperity can be brought forward by a thousand years."

"You can't force it, you can't save it," the Taoist on the lotus platform shook his head slightly, "Those three senior brothers seem to have been driven away by the catastrophe, but they actually have other plans, and their hearts are very bright. Yang Jian is two of the promising disciples, and I can't move. But the other disciples, I can save them at will."

All the Taoists nodded lightly, all smiling.

One or two gossips, and some lectures on scriptures and Taoism, this is also a rather advanced way of practice.

...

On Jinao Island, in the fairy pavilion next to Biyou Palace, several personal disciples were sitting there.

A pot of fairy wine, filled but not touched.

Taoist Duobao stretched his waist, "The play is over, let's go back to practice, why are you standing still?"

"Eldest brother!" The Holy Mother of Jinling glared at Taoist Duobao, who shrank his neck and sat down obediently.

The Holy Mother of Jinling said: "We need to discuss a countermeasure. Yang Jian is so brave, and he made it clear that he wants to protect and explain the teachings and destroy me. This son is already a great enemy!"

The Holy Mother of Guiling said softly: "Junior Brother Yuding's cultivation is unfathomable, we have two difficult and powerful enemies."

"From my point of view," the Holy Mother of Wudang said, "Yang Jian is just protecting and elucidating the teachings, not just trying to stop the teachings and fight to the death with me. He has said more than once that the Daoist sect belongs to a family, but the catastrophe will fall."

The Holy Mother of Jinling frowned and said: "Then what should we do? Go to Yang Jian to intercede, and let him kill some Jiejiao disciples to deal with the list of gods? Hmph! If so, why not let me kill a few twelve golden immortals and enter the list of gods together!"

"Junior Sister, don't worry, Junior Sister," Daoist Duobao hastily persuaded, "Junior Sister Sanxiao and Junior Brother Gongming have entered the list of gods. Master has been hurting for a long time, so let's not make trouble! The most troublesome guy over there is not Yang Jian at all, but the two senior uncles!"

The Holy Mother of Jinling lowered her eyebrows and said, "So what about Master..."

"Hey!" Daoist Duobao hurriedly said, "You said that, it's none of my business! Lord Master, please forgive me, Lord Master, please forgive me!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang covered her mouth and chuckled, "Senior brother, don't play tricks, we cut off teaching at a critical moment, as direct disciples, you and I should do something."

Daoist Duobao smacked his lips, his bloated body slumped on the seat, "Let's not talk about that, my disciple sneaked down the mountain a few days ago, which junior sister instigated it?"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit looked away immediately.

Seeing this, Duobao shook his head, put his hand on his forehead, and sighed: "It's a pity, my poor little apprentice, but it's not a bad thing to be included in the list of gods. She is inherently deficient, and it is difficult to improve her cultivation."

"Brother, you! Hmph!" The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit looked angry, got up angrily, and disappeared in a flash.

But she was angry at Daoist Duobao for being so "fearful when things happen", that her own disciples didn't come to rescue him.

She completely forgot that she was the person behind the scenes who persuaded the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit to go down the mountain.

The Madonna of Wudang and the Madonna of Guiling looked at each other, but they could only sigh lightly, bowed to Taoist Duobao to leave, and disappeared into the fairy pavilion.

"How can I be willing to be a little fire, I was not fooled by you!" Taoist Duobao picked up the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip, stood up with his hands behind his back, his face was a little sad, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, why do I have so many junior sisters, and Gongming is the only one..."

A ray of jade light flashed across and patted the back of his head. Daoist Duobao suddenly gasped in pain, covered the back of his head and jumped a while.

Not long after, a sage's proclamation came out of Biyou Palace and was posted on the cloud of Jin'ao Island.

All disciples of Jiejiao are not allowed to enter the Great Calamity of Nanzhou. If anyone does not listen to the advice and enters the calamity with his own body, he will die.

The next update is nine o'clock in the morning on the 3rd.