The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian didn't move, he stood in the mountains next to the barracks and stayed there for most of the night.

The soldiers in the army naturally didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow, so they set up their camps and buried pots for cooking according to the usual practice. Although the generals were not allowed to drink, they still got together to chat and laugh, without any timidity before the battle.

It should be two days before they attack the city.

But the distance between the two religions will be counted in hours.

The eastern sky is turning white, and the front army of the army has begun to prepare. The soldiers are full of energy and fighting spirit. They line up and continue to advance towards Jiepai Pass.

Yang Jian was standing at the mountain mist, his hands behind his back were slowly falling, and the dullness in his eyes was pierced by light.

"Eldest brother," Wei Hu's voice came from behind, Yang Jian looked sideways, Wei Hu and Huang Tianhua came side by side.

"Don't you really need us to help?"

"You come with the Chinese army," Yang Jian smiled gently, "don't worry, maybe we won't be able to fight today."

Huang Tianhua said a little frustrated: "Until now, I still can't help you, senior brother."

"Leading troops well is just that," Yang Jian walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

When he first came to Xiqi, he was just a young man, but now he is somewhat calmer and more capable, "Is the hero afraid of being useless?"

Huang Tianhua grinned in embarrassment, "What kind of hero am I..."

The drums sounded, and the former army moved forward.

Yang Jian said: "I am going with the army, you take care of the army, if you are in doubt, ask King Wu Cheng and Xiao Lan."

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward. With one step, he had already appeared in the sky above the army, and slowly floated down to the chariot he used to sit on.

"Eldest brother! Be sure to take care!"

Wei Hu yelled worriedly behind him, and Yang Jian waved his hands without looking back, and sat there with his eyes closed.

Huang Tianhua sighed: "Brother, if we go here, there will definitely be another day-to-day battle. I don't know how many immortals in the sect will perish, but you and I can only watch here."

"Brother doesn't let us fight, it's also taking care of you and me," Wei Hu said in a low voice, "But as a disciple in the sect, how can you stand by like this?"

"You mean..." Huang Tianhua was also a little moved, but then he said in a low voice, "What the senior brother said is the military order, you and I really want to go against the military order? If we encounter danger, we will make the senior brother clone instead."

Wei Hu nodded lightly, and whispered a few words in Huang Tianhua's ear, Huang Tianhua's eyes lit up, and he didn't say anything more.

Zhou Jun's middle army and the rear army set off half an hour later, ten miles away from the front army.

Wei Hu and Huang Tianhua were leading the army, and their spiritual senses were all staring at the sky over the canyon a hundred miles away.

Today, the immortals of the two religions have changed from sitting cross-legged to standing.

The Jiejiao Immortal's eyes were calm and expressionless, their eyes were full of anger, and their Dao heart was quite agitated.

The Xianjiao immortals seemed much more relaxed, and many of them were chatting and laughing together, but the mana around them had been completely concentrated, like a long bow with a taut bowstring, ready to burst out a powerful arrow at any time.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

In front of the fairy formation, two figures stood facing each other, but they both closed their eyes and said nothing, neither of the two sects dared to pass them.

Looking at the one standing in the west, he is gentle and middle-aged, giving people a sense of righteousness and elegance. He is dressed in Saoxia fairy clothes, hairpins, and cloud boots. He is really heroic and extraordinary.

Guangchengzi, the head of the Twelve Golden Immortals, the first disciple of the second generation of Chanjiao, and the first immortal to ring the bell in Yuxu Palace, when he started, the Sanqing had not yet separated.

Looking to the east, this Taoist is short and fat, with a smile on his face, but it is extremely difficult to be serious.

His eyes are closed. If he opens his eyes, those small eyes like peas are quite lively, but they are always not in the same place. He likes to look around and around, which always gives people a sense of unreliability.

Duobao, the great disciple of the Jiejiao, the first disciple of the Master of Tongtian, also started his career before the separation of the Three Qing Dynasty. Its body is just a treasure hunting mouse of the prehistoric species. Everyone knows this, but no one dares to laugh at it.

No one knows how many treasures this beloved disciple of the Lord Tongtian possesses, and all the spiritual treasures and spiritual roots disappeared without any reason, and there are suspicious traces of him.

This fairy's family is so rich, maybe one person can be a teacher...

Yang Jian's front army marched ten miles before the entrance of the canyon, and an invisible power spread from the western sky.

Those who understand the method of observing qi look westward and can see the sky above the 400,000 former troops of the Zhou army. A ray of golden light keeps wandering and flickering amidst the rising and tumbling blood energy in the sky.

It was the phantom of a golden dragon, which was the projection of King Wu of Zhou's luck.

The Zhou character on the flag of the army is the source of this golden light.

Suddenly, the golden dragon slapped a palm towards the east, and wisps of golden light spread and floated into the body of the immortal Chanjiao.

"coming."

"It's finally here."

Daoist Taiyi and the Virgin of the Golden Spirit muttered at the same time, but the words of the Daoist Taiyi were slightly dissatisfied, while the Virgin of the Golden Spirit was full of anticipation.

Guang Chengzi chuckled and slowly opened his eyes.

"Junior Brother Duobao, please get out of the way," Guang Chengzi said calmly, calling Duobao "Junior Brother", naturally because Tongtian Sect mainly called Yuanshi Tianzun "Master Uncle".

Guang Chengzi said loudly: "The current King Zhou of Shang is tyrannical and cruel to the world. You and I are both Taoist disciples. The lesson is to protect the human race. Why stop us from punishing these tyrants who have harmed the human race?!"

"Yes, yes, you are right, I can't say no to you," Daoist Duobao replied with a smile, showing the most serious eyes in his life.

He gave Guang Chengzi a hard look.

"Hmph! Senior Brother Guangchengzi! All the Chanjiao Junior Brothers! Ah, and the Junior Sisters," Daoist Duobao greeted the two Chanjiao female fairies with a smile in a few words of majesty.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit scolded: "What nonsense are you talking to them, just hit them!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, wait for me to finish." Taoist Duobao said indifferently, showing a little majesty on his body.

Then he said: "The three religions signed the list of gods. My master, Master Tongtian, respects the two masters, and strictly ordered my disciples not to enter Nanzhou to compete with many of the same sects of Chanjiao. Most of us obeyed the orders of our masters and waited for the changes in the overseas fairyland."

"However, there are always some disciples who don't obey the master's order, and enter Nanzhou for various reasons, and are sent to the list of gods by you. There are dozens of them!"

"My Junior Brother Zhao Gongming is dedicated to solving the catastrophe, have you ever given him a chance to share!"

"My apprentice went to Nanzhou to guard the people of a city, Senior Brother Guang Chengzi! You gave her a chance to beg for mercy!"

"Junior Sister Sanxiao set up a large formation in anger, but only cut off a little of your cultivation, and the two seniors joined forces to destroy the formation. Two of them died and one was injured, and they were both included in the list of gods. Have you ever given them the slightest chance!"

Taoist Duobao raised his head, his originally funny face was full of sadness at the moment.

It's not that he is not angry, it's just that no one can understand.

"Since that's the case, the big deal is that you and I will fight to the death. Those who die will be included in the list of gods, and those who survive will continue to go back to the mountains to enjoy themselves."

Guang Chengzi nodded indifferently, and said: "Under the catastrophe, why bother to talk about it, today you and I are fighting between the two religions, and everything we do is Taoist Yongchang!"

"What a Taoist sect Yongchang!" Daoist Duobao laughed loudly, "Where is the Immortal Jiejiao!"

Hundreds of sect masters clapped their hands together, "Follow the order of the elder brother."

Standing up, all the immortals are surrounded by radiance, and many rumored immortal treasures and spirit treasures all appear on the stage.

"Junior brothers and sisters, fellow disciples!"

Guang Chengzi held the male and female swords in his hand, held the Fantian seal in his palm, and the Luoluo clock tied on the hairband shook slightly.

Immortal Taiyi couldn't help but come out from the second floor, and said: "Finally, we can fight openly and aboveboard!"

While speaking, more than a dozen immortals turned around, as if they wanted to compete with Taoist Duobao.

Explain and teach the immortals to take out their treasures and gather their magical powers.

Daoist Duobao and Guang Chengzi made similar gestures at the same time, but the immortals on both sides did not make a move. Instead, they continued to disperse as they confronted each other.

Only Taoist Huanglong continued to stand there calmly, as if he was not in a hurry to make a move...

That's right, these are the only ways he prepares for battle.

Not long after, hundreds of immortals and immortals were scattered in the airspace within a thousand miles. Those with slightly lower abilities moved to the edge, while those with powerful supernatural powers and powerful treasures moved closer to the central area.

The more you are in the middle, the more attacks you will be subjected to when fighting, and those who are not capable may die in an instant without a place to die.

In the center, there are still those familiar faces, a total of dozens of Taoist masters confront each other.

In Jiepai Pass, Shen Gongbao, who was sitting in the tower, chuckled, and raised his hand to stroke the soft fur of the black panther lying beside him.

"Oh, this is really about to fight."

The guard at the same table looked a bit ugly at this time, this is also a monk, Xu Gai who had appeared on Jinji Ridge before. Because of Jinji Ridge's meritorious service in blocking the enemy, this person was not charged with the crime of defeat. Instead, he was rewarded by Di Xin and continued to guard Jiepai Pass.

"Shen Gong, can the Immortal Jiejiao win?"

"Win? Difficult to win," Shen Gongbao chuckled, and teased Black Panther with a chicken leg. The latter rolled his eyes helplessly and lay there lazily, not interested in such mortal dishes.

"Then, let's..."

Shen Gongbao smiled and said: "Just look at it. When have you seen so many masters gathered in one place?"

Xu Gai's face was ugly, and he squeezed a smile out.

"Daomen catastrophe, no one wins who loses. Those who lose are only those who care about the result, and those who win are those who can survive, that's all."

Shen Gongbao looked at the cloud that stretched thousands of miles outside the window.

Before the two sects took action, the color of the sky and the earth had already changed, with thunder intertwined and the sky dimmed.

"Shoot it, what are you still doing?" Taiyi Daoist urged impatiently, and shot a streamer casually.

This streamer instantly ignited the vitality within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

The immortals of the two sects moved at the same time!

Taoist Duobao cupped his hands and made a bow, "Offended."

After saying that, spiritual lights flickered all over his body, and all the immortals of Jiejiao made trouble together, and their vitality suddenly boiled!

The immortals of Chanjiao did not give in at all, their aura dazzled, and their celestial techniques were quenched. It was as if the heavens and the earth were being moved by them, pulling down a corner of the sky!

This is the end!

When the battle between the interpretation and the thunder broke out, there were hundreds of names on the list of gods!

On the ground, in the marching army, a figure stood up from the chariot, and the snow-white armor was put on again.

Her long hair was bundled up, fluttering behind her, and the wind blowing from above became more and more intense.

"The army stops!"

Yang Jian yelled loudly, and his figure soared into the sky, "Wait for me to come back!"

Before the voice fell, the figure had already rushed into the clouds, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye!