The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Just right here," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, while Bai Ze nodded slightly, his eyes slowly sweeping forward.

The two of them stood outside the north gate of a big city, as if they were talking to this dead city on earth.

The empty streets, the whining sound of the wind blowing, always have a kind of ethereal feeling that makes people feel stuffy.

Yang Jian took out an incense table in Xuangui's belt, burned three sticks of incense, and bowed his head to the big city in front of him to worship, but he didn't know what to say.

"Let me read the sacrificial oration."

Bai Ze cleared his throat, arched his hands in front of him, and bowed deeply, which is to respect the dead and persuade the spirit to return.

Then, there were bursts of singing from Bai Ze's mouth, old tunes and ancient diction, a touch of sadness, a little comfort and prayer, and the sound of wailing gradually resounded throughout the city.

The scorching sun hanging in the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds that came from nowhere.

Yang Jian nodded his forehead, opened his vertical eyes, and saw a thin figure in front of him.

As the tone of Bai Ze's recitation continued to rise and fall, more and more figures emerged from the ground, and the figures continued to overlap, gathering at various places in the city gate, but they couldn't walk out of the city gate.

Yang Jian raised his head with his hands behind his back, and slowly closed his eyes.

The countless figures in the city knelt down slowly, each of them whimpering in a low voice.

These souls can't speak, they just cry there.

At the Town God's Temple in the city, ghost messengers lined up, but they all hid in the distance and did not dare to approach the North City Gate.

After half an hour, Bai Ze finally stopped praying and said, "Give them a ride."

Yang Jian raised his hand and tapped on his forehead, a beam of dim light shot up into the sky, and a phantom of a six-dimensional samsara disc formed under the dark clouds.

This phantom is like a portal, and there are gusts of wind blowing between the heaven and the earth, and the six reincarnation discs rotate gently, blooming countless dark yellow halos, sprinkled on the big city.

Bai Ze said in a loud voice: "The living beings die in vain and have resentment, but they don't know that they are destined for the middle fate. Everyone, after the rebirth, we will gather in front of the Wangxiang stage in the underworld! Everyone can be reborn as a human being through this road. Don't disappoint this true king's painstaking efforts."

The cries became louder, and all the grievances stayed away, dragging their relatives and friends around them, hugging their parents and children, and wandering on the ground.

Although Yang Jian couldn't bear it in his heart, he didn't want to turn this place into a ghost town, so that these millions of people could not be reincarnated.

With a firm heart, the power of the divine eye was activated, and the phantom of the six-path reincarnation disk began to rotate continuously, emitting a little suction, and began to actively capture the soul.

A ghost messenger from the underworld urged forward, "Zhenjun Erlang prayed for your blessings and sent you back, saving you from all kinds of hardships on the road to Huangquan, and entering the six realms of reincarnation if you don't enter the palace of judges, what resentment do you have!"

Yang Jian suddenly said: "The culprit who poisoned you, I will definitely let him pay homage to you all!"

As soon as the voice fell, the crying in the sky gradually subsided, and illusory figures rose into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, which was quite spectacular.

Bai Ze whispered a few words next to Yang Jian's ear, and Yang Jian nodded slightly, watching the ghosts of the city go back to the Netherworld.

Yang Jian's divine eyes contain the mystery of the six reincarnations. When the phantom of the six reincarnation discs appeared in the dark clouds, Lord Yan of the Ten Temple also heard Yang Jian's "command", and had already arranged for ghost messengers to respond in the underworld.

Perhaps from Yang Jian's point of view, there are a large number of millions of people in the city; but from the point of view of the underworld that accepts the prehistoric Wubu Continent and the Three Thousand Worlds, these millions of souls are not too much hard work.

There are enough ghosts in the underworld, and it is not a problem to deal with them.

After Man Tian's soul disappeared without a trace, Dacheng also became withered and desolate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Jian bowed his hands to the city, and the incense of the three pillars on the incense table wafted up, which could burn for a hundred years.

"The people will move in after a hundred years here."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, and Bai Ze shot out four jade talismans, which floated all over the city, and then activated the formation.

The whole big city was filled with thick fog, but a simple maze was set up.

Those ghost messengers returned from the Temple of the City God, and there were black and white evil spirits who came forward to salute Yang Jian.

"The true gentleman is benevolent and righteous, which is admirable."

"I would like to ask you two to inform Yan Jun after returning to the underworld. There are still three big cities behind."

Black and white Shuangsha knew what was going on in Yangjian long ago, so they didn't dare to be surprised. After bowing to Yang Jian, they hurried back to the underworld.

On the side, Bai Ze said: "Then Lu Yue is a famous Jiejiao Immortal on the Conferred God List, even if you want to kill him, the Conferred God List will protect his primordial spirit."

Yang Jian nodded, "Of course I know about it."

"How about you?"

"If you can't die, it's better to suffer more."

Bai Ze was speechless for a moment. He just remembered that Yang Jian was in charge of the list of gods at this time. If Lu Yue's primordial spirit entered the list of gods, it would really be like falling into Yang Jian's hands.

"Don't get confused by this matter."

"Let's go, go to the next place," Yang Jian shook his head, turned around and drove the cloud.

Bai Ze pinched his fingers to calculate his merits, grinned, and followed closely behind Yang Jian.

Each big city stays for an hour, and each place saves more than a million souls. Bai Ze's merit and luck have increased by an unknown amount in just a blink of an eye.

So much so that when the old guy went to the last dead city, he couldn't help feeling: "Hey, if I met Liuya from back then, would I still be afraid that she would eat my luck? Only these merits are enough to raise her."

"She is practicing in Wa Palace, if you want to see her, just go see her."

"Farewell, it wouldn't be good to offend the sage." Bai Ze shook his head, "I've secretly read the letters of your sister and Liuya, and I'm happy to know that she's safe and sound in Wa Palace, so I feel at ease."

Yang Jian felt a little more relaxed at this time, and asked, "How much debt do you owe?"

"Innumerable," Bai Ze suddenly smiled wryly, "It's worth not mentioning the ancient things, or not mentioning them."

With the fourth big city in sight, Yang Jian's eyes gradually became serious.

Suddenly, Bai Ze reached out with a hand and grabbed Yang Jian's arm.

Bai Ze opened his left hand, and a jade talisman was shattered.

Yang Jian took a sharp breath, turned around and rushed to the west without saying a word, his figure turned into a ball of flames, quickly leaving behind afterimages!

Lu Yue!

...

An hour ago, the boundary sign was closed.

Li Jing and Nezha came to Jiepai Pass after Yang Jian entered the Heavenly Court. Nezha returned to the army and was sent by Huang Feihu to lead the army to the east, while Li Jing wanted to wait for Yang Jian to return and say hello before returning to the Northland.

But after Yang Jian came back, he hurried eastward, and Li Jing didn't have time to meet him; thinking that the war in the north was stable, and the generals of the Zhou army, Jin Zha, and Mu Zha could all be on their own, Li Jing thought a little, and stopped in Jiepai Pass for the time being.

Li Jing thought to himself:

Perhaps the prime minister was eager for revenge, but he didn't keep a few immortals in Jiepai. If Lu Yue took advantage of the loophole, it would be a great disaster.

Unexpectedly, Li Jing only stayed in the barracks for an hour or two before hearing the messenger rush over to report.

"Qinglongguan is urgent! A plague broke out in the city! Thousands of people have fallen ill!"

"What?"

Li Jing got up suddenly, grabbed the Linglong Pagoda, and was about to rush towards Qinglongguan.

But after he thought about it again, he felt that this might be a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, and he also saw the heavenly soldiers and generals above Qinglong Pass, so he didn't act rashly.

Qinglong Pass, Sishui Pass, and Jiameng Pass are all guarded by heavenly soldiers and generals, but only Jiepai Pass, and Li Jing is the only one in charge at this time.

Almost fell for this guy.

"Report this matter to the former army and tell the prime minister! In addition, return to Qinglong Pass to separate the plagued people from the common people. Don't drink water at will in the city!"

"yes!"

The messengers left in a hurry, and some monks who had not become immortals issued a call to action and announced it everywhere.

——This is the method of sending orders that Zhou Jun has used long ago. A few spirit stones, gold and silver can find many casual practitioners in Central China, and use the communication jade talisman to send orders.

In the military tent, Li Jing kept pacing back and forth, his consciousness swept out, and he could see that the heavenly soldiers and generals everywhere started to move, saving the common people and searching for the whereabouts of Lu Yue at the same time.

But after a while, another order came to report, saying that there were two plagues in the border towns of Zhou State.

Li Jing's spiritual sense swept over, and the heavenly soldiers and generals rushed over, but nothing was gained at all.

After a while, there were a few more places where the plague broke out in Zhou Kingdom, but the scale was not large, and they were quickly controlled by the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Li Jing pondered for a few moments, then suddenly thought of something, and stepped in front of the sand table.

Connecting these places where the plague broke out into a line seems to be the path of Lu Yue's movement...

The other party is going to Qishan! The capital of the Zhou Kingdom!

Li Jing was startled, and suddenly felt enlightened.

Lu Yue is extremely cunning, greedy for life and afraid of death, how could he come to Jiepaiguan to make trouble?

Moreover, there are heavenly soldiers and generals everywhere, and they have set up a net in the Zhou Kingdom. It is impossible for Lu Yue to avoid all the eyeliners and return to this boundary card pass.

Li Jing took a breath, and walked out of the big tent holding the Linglong Pagoda.

Riding on the cloud, heading west quickly.

If Lu Yue can be captured and killed, it will be a great achievement, and he can also avenge the countless people who died in vain!

Li Jing's eyes were burning with rage, and his figure flew across the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

In Jiepai Pass, in an alley, the elderly beggar who was lying in the corner as if waiting to die was slowly opening his eyes.

He stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the entrance of the alley, holding the broken bowl in his hand, his figure was swaying, and pedestrians all avoided him when they saw this.

"Old man!"

In the booth beside, a little girl shouted softly, trotted over, took two meat buns from her booth, and put them in the old man's bowl.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, good people are rewarded, and good people are rewarded."

The beggar quickly nodded and bowed his thanks, the little girl smiled shyly, turned around and ran back to the booth, and continued to wait for the customers to come.

The old beggar cupped his hands, happily eating meat buns, and walked to a well at the corner in front.

Looking at the mouth of the well in front of him, the old beggar sighed softly, raised his hand to grab a bun, and breathed out at the bun, the bun quickly turned green.

With a shake of his hand, the bun fell into the well, and the old beggar sighed.

"For this matter, Pindao endured the pain of splitting the primordial spirit. No matter what, it must succeed, and no matter what, it must make your Dao heart unbalanced."

After saying that, he coughed twice, continued to eat another bun, and walked slowly towards the city wall.

The plague has already been planted, and next, it is time to find an upwind outlet and spread some poisonous mist out.

This time, it is a hundred times the dosage of the previous four cities. It only takes a moment to keep it, and it can destroy the people of this city, hundreds of thousands of Zhou troops.

Yang Jian, oh Yang Jian, do you think you are the only one who can use the method of avatar?

Ah.

"Old man, do you want some water?"

At the booth, the girl yelled in a low voice.

The old beggar paused, his fingers trembled slightly, and then he gave an ugly smile, "No, I'm not thirsty."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, as if he wanted to run away.

An invisible and colorless fragrance drifted over, and the soldiers guarding the corner of the city wall softened at the same time, and the figure of the old beggar appeared on the city wall, looking at the city full of smoke and clouds.

Raising his hand, he grabbed a bulging cloth bag tremblingly, and was about to pull the rope.

Hum——

A flash of sword light appeared, and the old beggar obviously failed to react, and was directly cut off his wrist by the sword light.

The cut is neat and bloodless, and the sword light is as cold as cold!

The cloth bag flew with the severed hand, followed by another flash of sword light, piercing through the severed hand, and flew hundreds of feet away.

A magic talisman floated over and just sealed the mouth of the cloth bag, breaking the link between the treasure and its owner.

"who?"

The old beggar trembled all over, turned his head and glared, unaware of the severed arm.

Among the soldiers lying down a hundred feet away, a figure slowly got up, took off his helmet, revealing the hoop, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and a few long swords floating beside him.

"Sword Immortal, Chunyang."

The old beggar narrowed his eyes slightly, murderous intent looming!

The sword fairy over there took off his battle armor, revealed a flowing robe, and couldn't help curling his lips and said: "It's still from your family."

"court death!"

Lu Chunyang squeezed his sword fingers and said leisurely: "Don't just shout, just do it."