The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

First it was the Sanqing, and then the two saints of the Western religion. Today, for some reason, it has become a battle of five saints.

If Yuanshi Tianzun hadn't used some kind of supernatural power to keep the five saints' fighting skills from spreading to the prehistoric, I am afraid that today will be the end of the prehistoric...

All the immortals are silent, not only the Jiejiao immortals are silent, but also the educating immortals are a little worried.

The two sages of the Western religion went to fight against the Three Qings, which side were they going to help?

Many immortals pinched their fingers and calculated, but kept shaking their heads.

Under the great catastrophe, the secrets of the heavens are already confused, and the ability to calculate easily is useless, let alone calculate the situation of the saints' fighting skills.

I am afraid that the only one who knows the result at this time is Yang Jian who is sitting in front of the teaching formation.

After the appearance of the two sages of the Western Sect, within a few moments, the sky suddenly appeared with colorful lights; the vitality of the heavens and the earth fluctuated rapidly, as if an invisible big mouth swallowed the vitality of the prehistoric Wubuzhou.

A strong wind blew up all over the place, centering on the place where the immortals of the two sects confronted each other, everything within a hundred thousand miles was shrouded in immortal light.

In the void, the stars flickered, and the Heavenly Court formation strengthened itself layer by layer.

Among the three thousand great worlds, many big worlds were disturbed by an inexplicable force, the whole world was shaking, and countless creatures were killed or injured.

"Heaven! Why is there blood in the sky!"

A Jiejiao immortal yelled, pointing at the sky with trembling fingers.

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and looked up, only to see a crack in the eastern sky, from which endless blood gushed out, staining the eastern sky red.

This seems to be an illusion, and it seems to be the blood of this world...

"The sea of ​​blood is surging?" Daoist Taiyi murmured in a low voice, as if he knew why such a celestial phenomenon occurred.

Yang Jian hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Daoist Taiyi didn't answer, but kept counting with his fingers.

Yang Jian looked at the elders in the same seat, and the latter were all concentrating on calculations, and no one answered him.

In the sky, the slender jade hand suddenly crossed the sky, touched the crack in the eastern sky, stroked it lightly, and a smear of blood returned to the crack, and the crack was quickly healed.

"The empress of the sage has also made a move," Taoist Huanglong said in a low voice, "The presence of the six sages together may cause the Taoist ancestor to blame him."

Yun Zhongzi shook his head and said, "The saint lady did not participate in the battle, she was just protecting the prehistoric world and assisting the way of heaven."

That slender hand just now was a fantasy created by the sage Nuwa? Or is it really the Eucharist of a saint?

Boom!

The sky and the earth trembled suddenly, and the sky suddenly fell a lot, and then wobbled and barely stabilized.

Countless numbers of heavenly soldiers and generals flew out of the five heavenly gates, and quickly formed another extremely stable formation outside of the heavenly court to protect the heavenly court.

Are these visions caused by the aftermath of the saint's fighting skills sweeping the prehistoric world?

Yang Jian groaned in his heart, how strong is the power of a saint? Far beyond the limits of what he could think of.

In this way, there must be other divisions between the quasi-sage realm and the saints realm, or the quasi-sages are divided into hundreds of ranks...

There is too much difference between the two.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Loud laughter rolled from the sky like thunder, and several figures fell from the cloud.

The immortals of the two sects who were waiting for the results got up almost at the same time and looked towards the sky.

At the top of the several figures is the Master Tongtian. At this time, the black Taoist robe of the Master Tongtian is stained with blood, and there is a little blood around his mouth. His long hair is loose and his robe looks a little messy.

Master Tongtian lost?

Behind the Master of Tongtian, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit fainted, and was driven by the Virgin of Wudang and the Virgin of Guiling; the Virgin of Wudang had tears in her eyes, but the Virgin of Turtle Spirit was full of anger, and looked at the place where the leader of Tongtian was looking.

Daoist Duobao and the Four Swords of Zhuxian are missing!

In the cloud where Master Tongtian was staring, several figures were wrapped in immortal light and slowly descended.

Lao Tzu is still riding on the back of the bull, no change from before, but the Taiji diagram is out of Xuandu's hands, and it is spinning gently behind Lao Tzu.

Master Xuandu was holding the Fenghuo futon, and the Daoist Duobao was in the futon, but he was directly put into the futon by Lao Tzu during the chaos, and was treated similarly to Yunxiao.

There was a little bloodstain on the left shoulder of Yuanshi Tianzun's Taoist robe, and several cracks appeared on Yu Ruyi lying on his arm. The precious light seemed to be repairing.

Reverend Yuding and Guang Chengzi stood behind Yuanshi Tianzun, Reverend Yuding bowed his head and nodded to Yang Jian, who immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Master is fine...

On the other side of Lao Tzu, two old Taoists sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform made people have to look sideways.

Received by the West, with a 'gentle' face, solemn treasure appearance, wearing a precious veil, sitting on a twelve-grade golden lotus, surrounded by three-color light clusters.

Just looking at this guiding sage, it seems that he understands the sufferings of all living beings, realizes the true meaning of life, and the thought of taking refuge arises in his heart...

The other one was Xixi Zhunti, who had fought against Master Yuding before, and he also had a sad face at this time, sitting on the lotus platform with his eyes closed, and a section of the Seven Treasure Tree was broken.

"Junior brother, today you have lost this round,"

Yuanshi Tianzun opened his mouth and said calmly: "It's because you and I have the same root and origin, so let's not worry too much today; if cutting off the teaching hinders the general trend of conferring gods, don't blame me for being ungrateful to your disciples."

"Thank you, brother, for reminding me," Master Tongtian replied coldly, although his words were respectful, there was no respect on his face.

On the contrary, Master Tongtian raised his head with his chest straightened out, with a compelling light in his eyes, he glanced at the four saints, without saying anything, just raised his hand, and the immortals all over the sky turned into streams of light, flying towards the East China Sea and the South China Sea

Previously, Master Tongtian ordered them to return, but because he was concerned about the outcome of the battle between Master Tongtian and the other saints, Jiejiaoxian defied his master's order and waited here.

You can't blame them for anything.

Master Tongtian made a bow to Lao Tzu, turned around and walked away with a few disciples, and his figure disappeared with the wind.

Seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyes and sighed softly when the four sages saw this. Lao Tzu remained expressionless and continued to show his thoughts, but Zhun Ti's gaze couldn't hide the trace of lingering fear.

What exactly happened in the battle between the five saints, I am afraid that only a few people who followed their own saint teachers and got involved in this fight will know.

Yuanshi Tianzun bowed to Yingyin and Zhunti, "Thank you two fellow Taoists for your help today."

"Fellow daoist, you are welcome," Jieyin Nianhua chuckled, looked at Lao Tzu, and said, "Please don't forget our promise."

Lao Tzu just opened his mouth and said, "Good."

What appointment?

To get the two saints to make a move, naturally it cost some money. For example, the Taoist sect allows the two saints to find some disciples who have a relationship with the Western religion.

If it was Yang Jian a hundred years ago, he would have hated this kind of thing deeply, and even felt that Lao Tzu and Yuanshi Tianzun had 'betrayed' Taoism.

But thinking about it at this moment, Yang Jian somewhat understood why Lao Tzu and Yuanshi Tianzun had to do this.

The Sword Formation of Immortal Executioner cannot be broken without the Four Saints. If the leader of Tongtian cannot be defeated in this battle, then the one who will dominate the Conferred God will be the Interceptor, and the one who will be destroyed in the Great Tribulation of Conferred God may be the Chanjiao.

Although there are few disciples of Chanjiao, they carry most of the luck of the Daoist sect; although thousands of immortals come to Jujiao, their overall luck is far inferior to that of Chanjiao...

Maybe there are other considerations, Yang Jian can't see it at this time, so it's not clear.

"That's it, I'll go back here," I said as I took my leave, and I nodded as a farewell.

The Second Sage of the West came quickly and left quickly. The two of them exchanged this move for the great prosperity of the Western Sect. It was a good deal no matter what.

After the two sages of the West left, Yuanshi Tianzun cupped his hands and said to Lao Tzu, "How is senior brother?"

"When I return, this place is not where I will stay for a long time."

"Brother, go slowly."

Just as Xuandu was about to say something, Lao Tzu said: "Go back to Xuandu City to take care of it."

"Yes, teacher." Xuandu replied respectfully, handed the Fenghuo futon to the yellow scarf wrestler I recruited, and watched me ride the bull away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yuanshi Tianzun waved his sleeves, "All the disciples of the sect went back to the mountain to practice and recuperate their injuries. Where is Yang Jian?"

Yang Jian quickly flew tens of feet away, cupped his hands and bowed his head, "The disciple is here!"

"In the previous battle, you bravely faced the enemy, protected the foundation of elucidation and teaching, and made great contributions," Yuanshi Tianzun said softly, "Later, I will ask Guang Chengzi to send the reward to your army, and go back to lead the army to attack merchants, and assist the emperor wholeheartedly."

"The disciple obeys!"

Yang Jian kowtowed and retreated, not knowing what reward he would receive.

Yuanshi Tianzun encouraged the disciples a few more words, then sighed softly, and flew back to Kunlun Mountain in a cloud.

In Ren Yangjian's opinion, when Master Tongtian left, there should be a fighting spirit in his eyes; but from the beginning to the end, his master's eyes did not have the slightest desire in his eyes, and the back of leaving at this time was also a little lonely.

What are the saints fighting for?

Some people say that what the saints fight for is nothing more than skin, but Yang Jian always feels that it is not so simple, nor is it so superficial.

What about the Battle of the Five Saints?

"Master!" Yang Jian was really curious, he shouted quickly, and was about to run over.

As soon as he took a step, figures flew by beside him. Hundreds of Chanjiao Immortals headed by Taiyi immediately surrounded Daoist Yuding and began to inquire about the situation of the Saint War.

Many disciples gathered beside Guang Chengzi, who were also asking how the battle was going.

There is nothing to hide about this matter, Guang Chengzi and Master Yuding will tell the truth...

Lao Tzu transformed the Sanqing together, and beat Tongtian with a pole; Tongtian entered the Zhuxian Sword Formation in a rage, and used the Zhuxian Sword Formation to fight against the two "brothers".

In the beginning, Laozi ordered Xuandu and Master Yuding to attack a corner of the Zhuxian Sword Formation from the side, but the two were not saints, so they could not break through the Zhuxian Sword Formation. It was not until Zhunti appeared and negotiated with Laozi that he called to fetch the Saint. The four saints broke through the Zhuxian Sword Formation together.

Yang Jian and the others sensed the aura of the Second Saint of the West, and they were ready to call out to welcome them back.

Lao Tzu mainly attacked the corner of Zhuxian Sword, took advantage of the opportunity to capture Taoist Duobao, and threw him into the Fenghuo futon.

And the connecting array diagram of Zhuxian's four swords fell into the hands of the four sages, and they were all handed over to Lao Tzu for safekeeping...

The immortals sighed unceasingly when they heard it, and Yang Jian, who was at the outermost part of the crowd, could only sit still and listen to a few words.

"Little nephew, you have a good understanding."

Master Xuandu showed up with his arms folded, and said something with a smile.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked over, saluted Xuandu, and shouted honestly: "Master."

"Hey, cough, cough," Xuan Du coughed twice, and was slightly injured when breaking the Zhuxian sword formation, "don't forget what you promised me."

"Of course," Yang Jian nodded in response.

Xuandu hesitated to speak, and finally smiled at Yang Jian, raised his hand and patted Yang Jian's shoulder, "Keep working harder, the burden on your shoulders is not light, if you don't work hard now, beware of being crushed in the future."

Yang Jian nodded with a smile. Although he didn't know what Xuan Du was talking about, he always felt that it made sense.

The burden of the future...

Does it mean that after he finds the remaining Dinghai Shenzhu, he will go to guard the Xuandu ruins for ten thousand years?

Looking at the back of Xuandu who was about to leave, Yang Jian's ears trembled slightly, and suddenly he heard the tune humming from Xuandu's mouth.

Staring, Yang Jian didn't know that the string was tied wrongly, so he raised his hand and shouted: "Master! Uncle Xuandu!"

"Huh?" Xuandu turned around in confusion, and looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian rushed over in a hurry, only half a foot away from Xuandu, staring at Xuandu's face.

"What were you humming just now?"

Xuan Du blinked and took a step back, "What are you going to do, nephew? Although I am alone, uncle, I don't have any special hobbies."

Yang Jian danced excitedly, suddenly remembered something, forcibly calmed down, and hummed the little tune that Xuan Du had hummed before.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Eh?" This time it was Xuandu Fan's turn to be confused, "Where did you hear it? I heard it in a dream once, and I thought the tune was good so I wrote it down..."

Dream?

Yang Jian looked blank, but Xuan Du became interested instead, and grabbed Yang Jian's arm, as if he didn't explain clearly and wouldn't let Yang Jian go.