The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Thousands of miles away, the immortals of Shanjie faced each other far away, Jiepai Pass and more than a dozen human towns were all shrouded in the sky with dark clouds.

The saints of the Sanqing disappeared immediately after appearing, and several of the strongest disciples of the Daoist sect should be going to fight in the chaos outside the sky.

Saints can practice wind, fire, water and soil again, and they can also drive the way of heaven and surpass the principles of Tao. If they really fight in the prehistoric Wubuzhou, if they miss a little, the prehistoric Wubuzhou may cease to exist.

That's another battle of the realm.

Yang Jian stood on a solitary hilltop, the earth with a radius of hundreds of miles was covered with waves, and was frozen in place...

This is the scene after he drove Yuan Hong into the ground with a single shot, which had an impact on the land.

"Ran?"

Yang Jian's spiritual sense searched the ground, but Yuan Hong was nowhere to be found. He snorted softly and didn't stay long.

Hurrying back to the place where Chanjiao's immortals gather, several of Chanjiao's twelve golden immortals are being protected inside, each meditating to heal their injuries and recover from the injuries burned by Zhuxian's four swords.

Taoist Huanglong was the least injured, and he was also the backbone of all the immortals present at this time. Seeing Yang Jianfei approaching, he took the initiative to greet him.

"Are you hurt?"

Yang Jian shook his head, "Master, was he ever injured?"

"I'm very lucky," Taoist Huanglong sneered, "Come here, you saved a lot of fellow students' lives this time, and you should be rewarded by your master."

"Let's talk after this battle."

Yang Jian went to check on the injuries of the next few masters, wanting to see if he could help, and after turning around half a circle, he realized that he might as well go and sit in front of the battle to frighten the immortals of Jiejiao.

These Jiejiao immortals are leaderless at this time, if they go to war again at this time, it may be able to severely damage the backbone of the Jiejiao.

But the Xianjiao Immortal has no one who can give orders, unless Yang Jian takes the initiative to stand up and raise his arms, but Yang Jian... has no such fighting spirit.

To them, the battle between the saints is like a mortal watching the fighting of gods, and they can't help but feel a little powerless.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and rested his mind, adjusted his state to a perfect state, so that he can cope with all changes with the same.

Not long after, Master Taiyi floated over on a cloud, sat beside Yang Jian, and called Yang Jian back from his reverie.

"Are you worried about your master?"

"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded in agreement, "If the sages make a real fire...Master has never been sanctified."

"The three masters shouldn't really be fighting to the death, right? The friendship of countless Yuanhui is there." Daoist Taiyi raised his hand and tapped his chest a few times, and exhaled softly, "Now that there is a great catastrophe in Conferring Gods, the master saint, as his disciples, has to compete with each other. With such a catastrophe, where are we going?"

Yang Jian asked in a low voice, "Master, how is your injury?"

"I can't die, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian are really domineering and live up to their reputation."

Taiyi pretended to be relaxed and smiled, but couldn't help frowning, a little embarrassed in front of Yang Jian.

A few beams of light flew from the west sky, but they were the remaining few of the Twelve Golden Immortals who interpreted and taught. The appearance of the saint alarmed them who were retreating, and they came out of the retreat one after another to support them.

The Jiejiao side has more reinforcements, but those who come are not many outstanding immortals in the Jiejiao, and there is not much threat.

At this time, the pressure on the Jiejiao Immortals was obviously much greater than that of the Chanjiao Immortals.

In the battle of the Three Qings, the two saints, Lao Tzu and Yuanshi Tianzun, are obviously in the same camp, and the Master Tongtian is facing the two saints. Even with the assistance of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation and the four disciples, the chances of winning against the two saints alone may not be great.

What's more, Daoist Yuding and Xuandu showed up. Both of them have the strength to fight against the saints to protect themselves, and join hands with Guang Chengzi...

No matter how they calculate, Jiejiao's immortals feel that their chances of winning are really not great.

At this time, the immortals had to think, if the leader is defeated, what should they do.

And by virtue of this silent panic, several people continued to spread their voices among the Jiejiao immortals, but they were pointing out a bright way to the west for some people whose Taoism was not strong.

There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the Jiejiao, and there are people from the Western Cult who fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the situation to save people secretly, but there is nothing surprising.

As for Wuyun Daxian, the disciples at the top of the sect, no one would take the initiative to ask them whether to change the sect, and at this time, they did not notice any abnormalities among the disciples.

"Uncle, how long does it usually take for a saint to fight?" Yang Jian asked from the side.

"I don't know either. Saints seldom make moves, or in other words, there are very few opportunities to make moves after they become saints." Master Taiyi shook his head, "Just wait, it shouldn't be too long."

Yang Jian nodded and continued to meditate.

Half a day later, Master Taiyi's complexion recovered a lot, Chi Jingzi who rushed over also supported the overall situation here, both he and Huanglong heaved a sigh of relief.

Master Taiyi asked: "Yang Jian, has your master ever mentioned the matter of sanctification?"

"I haven't heard Master mention it..." Yang Jian frowned in thought, and said in a deep voice, "Master, hasn't he given up yet?"

"It's not easy to give up the pursuit of the Dao," Taiyi Daoist said with a free and easy smile, "I was born for the Dao, and died for the Dao. If you can't reach the top of the Dao, you will melt yourself into the Dao after you have no worries. This is the real monk. You are unknown in the prehistoric world because you don't fight with others. Your master is such a character."

"Master, he..."

Yang Jian looked at the copper tripod under the Yuanshen tree, and if the master still had such plans, he should return the tripod himself.

It is said that it can save Master's life at a critical moment.

Master Taiyi smiled and said, "Are you worried about your teacher?"

"Although becoming a saint is the pursuit of Master's life, but to earn it with one's life..."

"If you don't use your life to gamble, how can you do what others can't do, how can you pick flowers and fruits that others can't pick," Taiyi real person shook his head lightly, "You have family and friends, and you care too much, so you can't realize the realm of your master."

Yang Jian nodded with a wry smile. He really didn't think there was any specific meaning in risking his life for the chance of sanctification that was uncertain and uncertain.

In fact, he really wanted to ask his master, if the obsession of his life is to become a saint, what should he do after he becomes a saint?

The road has no end, and the road has an end.

Maybe one day, Yang Jian will also stand before the threshold of sanctification. If he can't protect the whole family without stepping over, then he will really risk his life.

That is not to pursue the Dao, but to pursue the power to protect the Dao, oneself, and the people around you.

If that's the case, he will not feel lonely for the rest of his life, and have nothing to do...

"What is Master looking for?"

Yang Jian turned his head and asked a question, Master Taiyi looked thoughtful, and finally smiled.

"Indulging in wine as a song, wandering outside the mountains and forests, cultivating the Tao and seeking the truth, and gaining enlightenment in one day."

Master Taiyi sighed with a smile, "What I seek is the happiness in my heart, and what I seek is a clean heart, no one can deceive me, and my heart is at ease!"

"Uncle Master is so brave!" Yang Jian gave a thumbs up, and Immortal Taiyi immediately smiled happily.

Huanglong Taoist didn't know when he came behind the two of them, and said quietly: "What I want is the simplest, Junior Brother Taiyi, you can give me 30% of your treasure house in the mountain, and I will be able to fulfill my wish for the rest of my life."

Master Taiyi sneered, "Yun Zhongzi is the best at forging weapons, you just go to him to ask for it, why bother looking for me."

"This," Taoist Huanglong sat cross-legged beside Daoist Taiyi, sighed, "I have begged for three or four spirit treasures before, but they were either lost or damaged. No matter how thick-skinned the poor Taoist is, I am too embarrassed to ask for it."

Yang Jian: So, Master Huanglong, what are you doing shouting so loudly?

Yun Zhongzi, who was healing not far away, heard the words and chuckled, sat on the futon and floated to Taoist Huanglong's side, and said with a smile: "I have practiced some gadgets recently, but there are too few disciples, no one can use them, why don't you take them to Huanglong to play with."

After all, a few flowing treasures of precious light flew out of the sleeves, one spirit treasure and two fairy treasures, which can be considered a big deal.

"What an embarrassment!" Taoist Huanglong grabbed the Lingbao dagger, squinted his eyes and smiled while holding it in his hand, "I'll treat you to a drink some other day."

Yun Zhongzi smiled lightly while leaning on his beard, obviously he was used to Taoist Huanglong doing this.

Yang Jian was stunned as he watched from the sidelines, feeling that he was still...too young...

The two figures flew up slowly, avoiding Yang Jian, and went to their respective masters to ask how their masters were injured. Naturally, they were Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu.

Yang Jianquan pretended not to see it, and listened to Yun Zhongzi and Taiyi Daoist talking about scriptures there, quietly waiting for the result of the battle between saints.

At Zhou Jun's station, Xiao Lan and Princess Longji were sitting in the carriage. Before the battle of the immortals and the appearance of the Zhu Xian sword formation, the two of them really broke into cold sweats for Yang Jian.

Fortunately, Yang Jian survived, even relying on the Taiji diagram to forcibly resist the Zhuxian sword formation set up by the four major disciples of the interception religion. That scene shocked the two of them.

"Brother has such courage, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to become the Marshal of the Heavenly Court in the future," Princess Longji murmured worriedly.

Xiao Lan nodded lightly, "Ordinary people often say that the master of high power is powerful, and it is also applicable to the heavenly court of the fairy family. Yang Jian is really too strong, and he will definitely arouse a lot of fear."

"Well," Long Ji nodded lightly, "Brother talked with me at night while holding candles. He once said that he would return to the mountains after he became a god, and he didn't want to go to the heaven to get involved in anything. There should be some considerations in this regard."

"He wants to go back to the mountains and forests at a young age, he is really 'mature'."

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to taunt, and Long Ji smiled.

"It can only be said that he is not an ambitious person, but this is excellent."

"A man without ambition is the same as a woman without beauty?" Xiao Lan sat there with her arms folded, remembering the awkward fight with Yang Jian before, and sulked again, "If I had Yang Jian's strength, I would have gone and turned the heavens upside down!"

Princess Longji patted her forehead and looked at Xiao Lan with a smile, obviously hesitating to speak, but she didn't say much.

Millions of Zhou troops are also waiting here, waiting for Yang Jian to return and step into the layers of 'earth waves' in front of him.

Huang Feihu rode a five-colored cow and looked at a mountain top, feeling powerless seeing the situation ahead.

"This is the monk fighting technique..."

After sighing, the scouts were ordered to explore the way and search for the path that the army could advance.

He is such a human general who rides a bit of fairy style all over his body, he just needs to do his job well.

With a sigh blending into the wind, Huang Feihu swayed down the mountain on his five-colored cow. It was getting late, and he had to settle the army to set up camp.

When the sky in the west was burning with fire and clouds, two streams of Dao rhyme suddenly came from the west, overwhelming, mysterious and profound, and the breeze between heaven and earth carried a little fragrance.

Immortals of the two sects stood up to guard, but fortunately, the two breaths just passed by here, and suddenly disappeared.

The immortals hurriedly discussed why these two saintly breaths that suddenly appeared and then disappeared...

Soon, the immortals of the two sects remembered a rumor.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation cannot be broken without the Four Saints.

Now the four saints come together...