The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It has been a long time since King Wu paid homage to the general and the Zhou army swore to march eastward.

Yang Jian ordered three armies, and the northern army marched the most smoothly. Li Jing and his son won consecutive battles, and the generals in the army made many contributions.

The army of the East Road broke through the two passes of Qinglong and Sishui, but encountered tenacious resistance from the merchant army at Jinjiling. Kong Xuan, a general of the merchant army and a powerful member of the Feng clan, fought with Yang Jian, the prime minister of Zhou Guo, for nearly three months without a difference, and the army could not advance an inch.

All the way to the southeast, Lei Zhenzi led the army with Deng Jiugong and Deng Chanyu's father and daughter, but they still failed to win the Jiameng Pass protected by formations.

Fortunately, Nezha led the army to cut off the grain route of the merchant army from behind, and the food and grass originally hoarded in Jiamengguan was transferred to the first line of Wuguan. There is not much food in this place, and hundreds of thousands of troops consume it every day.

Nezha and Lei Zhenzi stared at Jiamengguan. The monks in Guanzhong wanted to go out to get some food and grass, but they had no way to go to heaven and nowhere to escape. The people and soldiers in the city became more and more uneasy.

Seeing that the city is about to be broken, and there is a possibility that there will be no bloodshed, Nezha and Lei Zhenzi use their spiritual consciousness to wrap Jiamengguan around the clock.

"How many times have senior brothers fought against Kong Xuan?"

Nezha asked with a little depression.

"It is said that there have been seven times," Lei Zhenzi sighed with a smile, "The elder brother is even more tyrannical than the elders of the master, and his practice is only short... It is really the heart of a bad person to seek the way."

"I have practiced Taoism for a thousand or two thousand years longer than Eldest Brother, and now I can't even beat him with a finger." Nezha smacked his lips, remembering that when he was still a Lingzhu, he had a sword debate with Yang Jian in Qianyuan Mountain.

Nezha laughed and said, "I also beat him by a half-stroke, and made him call me senior brother for a while."

Lei Zhenzi was amazed suddenly, his spiritual sense did not relax, he was still shrouded around Jiamengguan, asking what happened to Nezha back then.

Nezha's mouth was naturally uncontrollable, and he described in detail the fight with Yang Jian back then, and what he said was vivid.

Lei Zhenzi praised: "It turns out that senior brother also practiced step by step back then."

"Otherwise, do you think," Nezha suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "I heard Master talk about the method of cultivation of Senior Brother, so painful, I just heard Master mention two or three words, and I knew I couldn't bear it."

Rao Lei Zhenzi was calm in nature, but he was 'young' after all, so his curiosity was immediately aroused by Nezha.

"What kind of pain?"

"According to the master, in order to keep the mysterious body from being damaged, the eldest brother once entered the extremely cold crack in the chaos, and tempered himself with the ice of Xuanming and the fire of killing spirits!"

Lei Zhenzi was startled.

Nezha continued to use his spiritual sense to speak seriously, "Elder brother also bathed his whole body with the blood of hundreds of ancient alien beasts for seven to forty-nine years, and took over a thousand pieces of the world's strongest and most bitter alien inner alchemy."

Lei Zhenzi swallowed, and raised his hand to rub the space between his eyebrows.

Nezha: "There is more, big brother..."

So and so, and so and so, Nezha seriously talked about more than a dozen "sufferings" that Yang Jian had experienced, which made Lei Zhenzi's Lei Gong's mouth twitch in various ways, and finally wanted to foam at the mouth and pretend to be in a coma to escape this frightening reality.

Nezha kept talking until his mouth was dry, and then he sighed with deep emotion: "Senior Brother, it's not easy."

Lei Zhenzi catered silently: "Yes, it's not easy..."

"We can't help Eldest Brother, we can only cheer up here and conquer Jiameng Pass as soon as possible!"

Lei Zhenzi said: "Senior Brother Nezha, do you have any countermeasures?"

"Didn't General Deng say that we should hold our breath?" Nezha smacked his lips and muttered, "I can hold my breath, but if we break through the Jiameng Pass as soon as possible, we can threaten Chaoge City with our troops, and we can also share some pressure for our senior brother."

"That's a good statement," Lei Zhenzi sighed, "but the Jiejiao Immortal who arranged this large formation is quite powerful. Even if the city is short of food and has to go out to fight, we should deal with it carefully."

Nezha's eyes sparkled, and he said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Lei Zhenzi, why don't we give them a shot!"

"How to act? Please brother teach me."

"Just like me, use your magic power to yell to the people below, cough," Nezha raised his head and chest with a sharp gun on his shoulders, and shouted loudly with a righteous face: "Whoever jumps out of the big formation of Jiamengguan today, he must go and never return! In this way, you can..."

"Hmph! I don't have much ability, but my tone is not small!"

A cold female voice came from Jiamengguan, Nezha couldn't help but startled, and looked down in astonishment.

The great formation of Jiamengguan is slowly dissipating!

Five miles outside the pass, in the formation of the Zhou army, the long-lost rally drums sounded. Deng Chanyu, who was always paying attention to Jiamengguan, immediately ordered the whole army to attack and approach the city of Jiamengguan!

The commander-in-chief of this army, Deng Jiugong, father of Deng Chanyu, rushed out of the main tent wearing a battle armor, and Fuxu laughed, "This formation will eventually be broken without attacking!"

"Father, the next battle is just now."

"Whether it's a big battle, it's better than you and I having no combat achievements in the city!" Deng Jiugong put on his battle armor, walked like flying, stepped on his horse, and said with a smile: "My son is resourceful, so I will let you help out. I want to lead an army for my father, and break through this pass by yourself!"

"Yes!" Deng Chanyuying agreed vigorously, and at the same time transmitted her voice.

"Nezha and Lei Zhenzi, two generals, please quickly find out the situation in the pass!"

As soon as Deng Chanyu's words fell, a beautiful figure leaped from the top of Jiamengguan City, dressed in a flaming feather coat, as if she was also burning blazingly.

This female Xiusu held a cattail fan in her hand and wore a golden plume crown on her head. She had a pretty face and a hot figure that was rarely seen among female fairies.

She flew into the air and let out a soft scold. Without saying a word, she shot directly at Nezha and Lei Zhenzi. She raised her hand and sprinkled the sky with flames. The raging fire condensed into various weapons and shot at them.

Nezha and Lei Zhenzi are no longer the 'ignorant' people they were when they first came down the mountain, and even fighting in the sky gave them their own ways of fighting.

Lei Zhenzi spread his wings, and his figure flew upside down in the air; the hot wheel under Nezha's feet suddenly accelerated, and instead went towards the flames spilled by the female cultivator.

"let me!"

Nezha gave a low shout, and Lei Zhenzi, who had just grabbed the golden stick, shook his head helplessly, watching Nezha's figure submerged in the flames in the air, silently attracting the power of thunder and pouring it into himself.

In Zhou Jun's barracks, Deng Chanyu was slightly relieved when she saw that Nezha was fighting directly.

Seeing Nezha coming and going freely in the sky full of flames, he put up the Nine Dragons Fire Cover to protect the top of his head, turned the fire-pointed gun lightly, and the fire in the sky was directly absorbed by the fire-pointed gun for a small part.

In the blink of an eye, Nezha rushed towards the female cultivator, who snorted coldly, and dozens of talismans made of flames appeared around her, pointing at Nezha with her plain hand.

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Fire Luan emerged from the talisman and spread its wings towards Nezha.

Nezha used the Nine Dragons Fire Shield to protect himself, just chuckled a few times, and didn't try to stop him at all, just rushed to attack.

Sure enough, these firebirds were directly blocked by the Jiulongli fire cover, and they couldn't hurt even half a hair of Nezha.

This Nine Dragons Lihuo Hood can be attacked and defended, it is considered the best among Lingbao, if Nezha hadn't acted coquettishly and fooled his temper, Master Taiyi would not be willing to give his disciple such a 'disaster'.

"hateful!"

The female cultivator was furious, and pulled out a dagger from her sleeve with her backhand. Her feathers flickered, and her figure retreated violently. While retreating, she threw a supernatural spell at Nezha.

Relying on the Nine Dragons Fire Shield, Nezha somehow found the feeling of Yang Jian's indomitable charge, his heart was full of joy, he raised his head and screamed, and the Qiankun Circle and Huntian Ling were sacrificed at the same time!

The two spiritual treasures were shot, and the female cultivator was beaten into a panic immediately. If the feathers on her body were not shining with precious light, she would have been directly caught by Huntian Ling.

"Do you think you are the only one with treasures!"

There was a little anger in the beautiful eyes of this female cultivator, if she hadn't been bullied too badly by Nezha, she wouldn't want to use treasures to oppress others.

The master said that treasures are only obstacles to cultivating the Tao...

The nun's small pale hands quickly formed seals, and waves of energy surged around her body, her long fiery red hair fluttered, and her slender neck was even a little more transparent in the whiteness.

The glamorous and irresistible.

"Qian, Kun, Na, Bao!"

When the four characters fell, hundreds of vortices appeared out of thin air behind the female cultivator, and a wall of light made of vortexes was formed in the sky above Jiameng Pass!

In the vortex, precious lights surged, and various treasures slowly flew out. Although most of them were fairy treasures, there were dozens of acquired spirit treasures and more than ten innate spirit treasures among them!

These spirit treasures seem to be arranged in a complicated formation, drawn by the precious light, condensing a remarkable power!

Nezha stepped on the hot wheel and braked suddenly, staring at the fairy who was hundreds of feet away, he couldn't help swallowing.

Whoever said that their masters and apprentices have many treasures, who is he in a hurry with!

In the air, Lei Zhenzi yelled angrily: "Brother, retreat!"

At this moment, one after another of precious light condensed into beams of light, and these beams of light condensed into a ball of colorful light between the nun's hands.

"Die!"

The female cultivator slightly narrowed her eyes, pressed her hands together, and dozens of colorful sword lights shot at Nezha!

Nezha couldn't dodge in time, and immediately set up the Nine Dragons Fire Cover, but the next moment Nezha regretted it...

When the light rain hits, the Nine Dragons Fire Cover is swaying, and the precious light on it has been weakened layer by layer!

Nezha felt the painful roar of the spirit of Jiulongli Huohou, and put away Jiulonglihuohuo without caring too much, and only wrapped himself in Huntian Ling.

Nezha, who had just been engulfed by fire once, was engulfed by light rain again this time!

The light faded away, and Nezha's figure swayed, and barely stopped in the air. At this moment, he couldn't tell how embarrassed he was. There were scorched black marks all over the fire-pointed gun.

The treasure is damaged, and it is no longer possible to fight.

"snort!"

The female cultivator didn't want to let Nezha go, and the hundreds of magic weapons behind her hadn't been taken back yet, and another ray of precious light began to condense.

Click——

A thunder dragon slashed down from the sky, it was coming fiercely, the female cultivator was caught off guard, her figure managed to dodge away, and the hundreds of magic weapons turned into streamers by themselves, and fell into the female cultivator's body.

Lei Zhenzi shot again and again, lightning slashed one after another, and thunder dragons raged one after another, directly suppressing the female cultivator, preventing her from summoning the hundreds of magic weapons.

"Who are you!" Nezha gritted his teeth and yelled, resisting the severe pain all over his body, and charged forward again holding the pointed gun.

The female cultivator fought and retreated, and was unable to resist the siege of their two senior brothers. Hearing Nezha's question, the corner of her mouth smiled coldly.

"I am a disciple of Biyou Palace, under the tutelage of Duobao Tianzun, the first disciple of Jiejiao, and my Taoist name is Fire Spirit!"

"many!"

Nezha immediately lost his temper when he heard the name, and most of the anger caused by the damage to the treasure disappeared inexplicably.