The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

One moment it was calm, but the next moment it was full of murderous intent!

Just at the corner of the city wall of Jiepaiguan, hundreds of soldiers were stumbling around, and two figures stood facing each other.

The old beggar's hunchbacked figure slowly straightened up, his eyes were full of coldness, and his body was surrounded by puffs of black air.

"It's coming...the treasure bag is coming!"

Lu Chunyang smiled lightly holding his sword, and the two figures suddenly rushed up, but it was Lu Chunyang who went first, and the old beggar followed closely behind!

The old man's face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were full of anger, "Give me back my treasure bag!"

Lu Chunyang didn't say a word, just flew into the sky quickly, passed the range of the boundary card by the way, and then turned around suddenly!

"I really think I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

With the sword out of its sheath, a long dragon floats in the air, and the sword comes to the east. The cold light that blooms on the edge of the sword seems to be able to cut the world by a line!

The figure of this old beggar is fearless, and when he raises his hand, there are several precious lights, with a pestilence sword in his hand, cutting horizontally and vertically, and the two sword lights intersect and charge forward!

Hum——

Ding!

The sword intents intersected, and there was a crisp sound of sword cries between heaven and earth, and Lu Chunyang's sword pierced through the interlaced sword light, and cut towards the beggar who was chasing behind.

The latter also seemed to be startled by the sword light, and quickly dodged to avoid it, but the sword light cut his left shoulder, causing the bloody light to sway wantonly in the air.

Lu Chunyang curled his lips, this Lu Yue's primordial spirit really didn't have much strength.

"How dare an unknown person bully me!"

The old beggar, who was the body entrusted by Lu Yue's Yuanshen, scolded Lu Chunyang angrily.

With the hand seal, three phantoms of spirit snakes appeared behind Lu Yue!

These three spirit snakes swelled against the wind, and in a blink of an eye they turned into giant pythons with a length of 100 zhang. Their tails were attached to Lu Yue's body, entangled with each other, and they opened their mouths to bite Lu Chunyang.

"The skills are not strong," Lu Chunyang shook his head with regret, as if encountering such an enemy was too much fun, raising his hand was full of sword light.

The sword light flashed, the giant python was hit head-on, the three thick and long bodies kept flashing, and the attack kept stagnating.

Jiepai Guanzhong, next to the bun stall.

The girl who gave the bun to the old beggar just now sighed softly, sat there quietly watching the situation on the horizon, holding a bun and watching with small mouthfuls.

Perhaps because it felt a little sticky, she raised her hand and gently rubbed the base of her ear, and removed a canvas from her face, revealing her original appearance.

Xiao Lan.

"This old guy doesn't have any conscience at all," Xiao Lan muttered, "Such a person can also be on the list of gods? What will he do in the Heavenly Court in the future? Will he harm the Three Thousand Worlds?"

A few soldiers hurried over and knelt on one knee to report.

"General, the whole city has been ordered not to draw water from wells!"

"Well, go down, there's nothing going on here."

"yes!"

Xiao Lan continued to gnaw on the buns and watched the fight in the sky. He wanted to comment on the sword intent and sword moves of this Chunyang Sword Immortal, but when the words came to his lips, he could only turn them into one sentence: "What a beautiful sword."

Of course, it's also very powerful, but Xiao Lan's cultivation is limited and he can't understand it.

Lu Chunyang held the sword like a brush, and swiped it in the air wantonly, like splashing ink. Sometimes the sword is as steady as a mountain toppled, and sometimes the sword is as continuous as the patter of autumn rain.

He seems to have been resisting the spirit snake released by Lu Yue, but in fact he locked Lu Yue with his sword intent. If Lu Yue dared to turn around, turn sideways, or stop the attack to reveal any flaws, the sword in Lu Chunyang's hand would explode into trouble!

Lu Yue, who fought against Lu Chunyang, knew this point best.

Lu Yue's eyes were staring, some dull pupils reflected the unrestrained and unrestrained figure of the Sword Immortal, and suddenly a thick flame ignited.

Die!

All should die!

Anyone who hinders me will die!

"ah--"

The old beggar let out roars, and his body exploded with a bang, revealing a big seal.

A phantom sitting cross-legged on the big seal is Lu Yue's primordial spirit... No, it can only be said to be half of the primordial spirit!

The left leg, left hand, and half of the torso disappeared, as if cut off by a sharp blade, but somehow survived, it looked extremely terrifying.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan stood up suddenly, the bun in her hand was almost crushed, and Lu Chunyang also frowned...

Did they count? The guy who was raging in Zhou Kingdom wasn't Lu Yue's helper, but Lu Yue's other little half soul?

If this is the case, I don't know if the heavenly soldiers and generals and Li Jing can cope...

"Give me back my treasure bag!"

A quasi-sage-level primordial power surged out, and the treasure seal smashed towards Lu Chunyang with several spiritual treasures.

The spirit python roared, and the three merged into one, turning into a three-headed poisonous python, roaring towards Lu Chunyang.

"Hmph! It's just the primordial spirit, and it can turn you upside down!"

Lu Chunyang yelled angrily, the long sword stood in front of his face, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky; the fingers of the left hand pressed together on the hilt, slowly rose, and the fairy sword suddenly burst into bright lights.

If the peacock opened its tail, hundreds of sword shadows would appear in the blink of an eye behind Lu Chunyang, forming a semicircle of sword formations.

In the next moment, the sword light flashed, the sky and the earth were full of sword marks, and the universe within a thousand miles was in constant turmoil!

Seeing that Lu Chunyang showed great power and blocked Lu Yue again, Xiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "Yes, this sword fairy."

At this moment!

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A ball of fire came from the east, as if it had set the world on fire!

In the light of the fire, the shadow of the divine phoenix was mixed with overwhelming anger, Lu Chunyang failed to stop his move in time, the divine phoenix transformed into Yang Jian's real body, but the speed did not slow down at all, directly rushing into the sky full of sword shadows.

The three-pointed, two-edged gun was unsheathed, and Yang Jian's movement of raising the gun left afterimages, and that face, which was still calm even in the face of the Zhuxian sword formation, was full of anger at this time.

"Lu Yue!"

"Yang!"

call out! boom!

The gun shadow slashed down without any hesitation, nor the slightest hesitation.

Lu Yue's primordial spirit retracted directly into the treasure seal, his face was full of resentment and resentment.

Yang Jian's figure and Baoyin seemed to pass by each other, and cracks appeared in the several pestilence treasures floating around Baoyin's body at the same time.

Yang Jian turned around suddenly, from extremely fast to extremely quiet, which made Xiao Lan, who was watching the battle, feel a block in his heart.

The spear turned around, and the tip of the spear crossed a nearly perfect arc and touched the treasure seal.

There were spider web-like cracks in this treasure seal, and it exploded in the next moment, revealing the illusory shadow of primordial spirit.

Lu Chunyang retracted his sword, watched the scene not far away, and sighed softly with his hands behind his back.

This guy has too many burdens now, it's not bad to have this opportunity to vent...

With a roar, Yang Jian stabbed forward with his long spear, directly piercing through Lu Yue's primordial spirit; the Xuangang surged, surrounded by profound energy, and one after another Xuangang pierced into Lu Yue's primordial spirit, but the profound energy wrapped Lu Yue's primordial spirit from the outside and firmly protected it.

At this time, Lu Yue's face became calmer, and he didn't say anything, but sneered at Yang Jian.

What can you do to me?

You can't destroy my primordial spirit if you are on the list of gods; today I am defeated by your hands, and tomorrow I enter the heaven, I can still live happily.

Yang Jian also didn't say much, twisting the spear, Xuangang turned into thousands of sharp blades and exploded inside Lu Yue's Yuanshen, piercing through the profound energy.

The pain of splitting the primordial spirit like this is a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than the physical pain!

Lu Yue let out a miserable howl, but it stopped abruptly halfway through, and the primordial spirit collapsed...

A golden light came from the west, sweeping away a piece of Lu Yue's primordial spirit; Yang Jian didn't care too much, nodded slightly to Lu Chunyang, turned and rushed towards the territory of Zhou Kingdom.

Thousands of miles away, outside Zhou Capital City.

The sky filled with soldiers and generals formed a circular formation with a diameter of a hundred miles, firmly blocking a figure that was rushing from left to right.

Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers began to slowly advance towards the formation, constantly narrowing the range of the opponent's chaos; and directly above the formation of heavenly soldiers and generals, Li Jing stood there holding the Linglong Pagoda, his eyes full of admiration.

Such a large formation is comparable to ordinary soldiers.

If one day he can command such soldiers and horses, that is the realm of a military strategist.

After a while, Yang Jian rushed to this place and rushed directly to the formation of heavenly soldiers.

With just one shot, Yang Jian chopped up the fat body, exposing the headless half of the body.

In the same way, Xuangang split Lu Yue's little half-spirit, and this little half-spirit couldn't cry miserably, but this scene still made all the heavenly soldiers and generals feel awe-inspiring.

Zhenjun Erlang got angry, and he was ruthless enough.

Another golden light came from Qishan, sweeping away a small piece of primordial spirit, and at this moment, Yang Jian felt that Lu Yue's primordial spirit had already entered the list of conferred gods.

If he is in the mood to understand what the two small pieces of Yuanshen are, maybe Yang Jian's understanding of Yuanshen Dao will be deeper, but he is obviously not in the mood...

The wind blew past, and there was silence between heaven and earth, only Yang Jian stood in the big pit on the ground, silent.

I do not know how long it has been.

"All the heavenly soldiers listened to the order. Lu Yue has been eliminated. You can return to the heavenly court for your order...Thank you very much."

"Your Majesty is very polite."

"I am willing to protect the towns of the Zhou Kingdom here until the end of the Conferred God Tribulation, so as to save the True Monarch from any worries."

Yang Jian nodded, and his figure flew up slowly on the clouds, as if he had regained his usual calm.

"Prime Minister," Li Jing lowered his head from the clouds to greet him, bowing his hands to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian forced a smile, and said: "I called you here because of the poisonous fog, but now that the matter is over, the army on the North Road must have a commander. Go to the city and visit your home before returning to the North."

"Thank you, Prime Minister," Li Jing was overjoyed, he was outside the capital city of Zhou, and he had to go back to see the Yin family anyway, but Yang Jian was quite understanding and didn't drive him away directly.

Yang Jian waved his hand and flew to Qishan Mountain not far away.

Conferring gods, conferring gods, conferring not only good gods, but also evil gods, and the plague god Lu Yue is a model of them.

The movement of heaven and earth, and the normality of the three realms, cannot be maintained only by the gods who sing praises all over the sky. People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and there are also floods and plagues in the world. All these need to be presided over by evil gods.

In fact, there is no distinction between good and evil in gods, good and evil are just the human race's own perception.

The most ideal heavenly god is to fulfill the duties of their respective gods, and the lower the personal emotions, the better.

Yang Jian understood that these principles had been understood for a long time, and as the Conferred God continued, his understanding of these principles became more and more profound.

Can……

Why……

He just wants to use the power at hand to mess with this plague god?

The Conferred God Stage was in sight, and Bai Jian was already outside to greet him, knelt down on one knee to salute Yang Jian, and respectfully invited Yang Jian to enter the palace of the general.

At this time, the Divine General's Mansion was already full of people.

In the mansion of the god general, Yang Jian appeared, and the god generals who were divided into interpreters and interceptors stood up at the same time. One wave greeted Yang Jian with joy, while the other wave looked at Yang Jian with some disgust, still full of hostility.

"Where is Lu Yue?"

Yang Jian's voice was cold, which made people feel chills.

Bai Jian hesitated to speak, but seeing the anger surging under Yang Jian's calm face, he could only say something in a low voice.

"It has been suppressed by me in the prison."

"take me."

"But, Zhenjun, you can't kill..."

"I have a measure of these."

"yes."

Bai Jian bowed his head in response, sighed softly, and led the way for Yang Jian.