The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Let's say that Yang Jian suddenly appeared on the wall of Chuanyun Pass, without any warning, as if he was seriously injured, which really frightened Nezha and the others.

Fortunately, Yang Jian recovered quickly, and returned to normal after meditating.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Lan hurriedly asked.

"It's almost a calculation..."

Yang Jian said something in a low voice, but he didn't say anything about the six soul banners.

At this moment, the pangu visualization on his Lingtai gradually disappeared, and the small cauldron given by his master floated on the primordial spirit tree, emitting an indescribably weak light, completely enveloping Yang Jian's primordial spirit.

And on the periphery of the small cauldron, there is a faint black mist that appears and disappears from time to time. With the power of the small cauldron, he can only defend but cannot counterattack. This must be the means of a saint.

In addition, in front of Lintong Pass, there were countless fluctuations of Yuan Force, and the Yuan Qi of the entire Great Desolate Wubu Continent gathered there like a tide, and there was even a sagely rhyme lingering there.

No need to think too much, Jiejiao set up the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, and the head of Tongtianjiao set up the Six Soul Banner.

As long as there are seventy-seven forty-nine days of worship in the formation, the six people whose names and taboos are written on the six soul banners will die.

Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi, Jie Yin, Zhun Ti, Yang Jian, Ji Fa.

The Master Tongtian must have written these six names, that's why he suffered an inexplicable attack and almost collapsed.

If he is like this, how can Ji Fa survive?

As soon as he thought this way, a jade talisman came from the west, and Nezha caught it first. After reading it, his expression changed.

"Senior brother, King Wu suddenly passed out half an hour ago on the main hall, and he still hasn't woken up, his breath is weak, and the medicine stone is weak!"

Yang Jian frowned, and it really came.

He got up and said that all the generals will guard this pass, if the merchant army invades at night, they will give up the battle card, and if the intercepted immortals invade, they will immediately give up Chuanyun Pass and retreat.

"I'll go back and have a look."

"I'll go with you," Xiao Lan said softly beside her, "If you're out of control, I can give you some advice."

Yang Jian smiled softly, "It doesn't make me lose my position, let's go, let's hurry up."

At that moment, Yang Jian drove Xiao Lan away from Chuanyun Pass, drove at full speed, and rushed back to Zhou Capital City.

It stands to reason that Ji Fa should not be so 'fragile' because she is protected by the luck of the emperor. But after thinking about it, it was Master Tongtian, one of the six sages, who cast the spell, and it wasn't a weaker existence like Zhunti and Nuwa.

Ji Fa was just lethargic and didn't die suddenly, which was already due to the luck of the emperor.

When he arrived at Zhou Capital City, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals here were still coming forward to greet him. Yang Jian fell into the city after saying hello, and the big formation that had already opened did not stop him.

Ao Xinke was waiting in front of Yang's mansion, Yang Jian called her and entered Wu Wang's palace together.

Hundreds of officials greeted each other, and several veteran officials anxiously took Yang Jian to the side hall next to the court hall. Wu Wang Jifa was sleeping on a soft couch, surrounded by kneeling court doctors, none of them dared to breathe heavily.

"Prime Minister arrives—"

"King!"

Yang Jian shouted, and brought Xiao Lan and Ao Xinke to King Wu's couch, and immediately grabbed King Wu's wrist with his left hand.

A ray of profound energy penetrated into King Wu's body, and Yang Jian closed his eyes to perceive it carefully.

He also suffered the first attack of the six soul banners, knowing that it was designed to injure the primordial spirit, so he directly inspected King Wu's soul.

Gradually, Yang Jian's frown became deeper and deeper.

A minister hissed and asked, "Prime Minister, your majesty, what kind of illness did he have?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "Xin Ke, Xiao Lan, you guys also come and see if there is a way to resolve it."

Ao Xinke raised her hand and pointed out a stream of water, which was wrapped around King Wu's wrist like a rope; Xiao Lan was not too shy, she put a finger on King Wu's wrist, and her spiritual sense penetrated to check.

After a while, Xiao Lan shook her head at Yang Jian, expressing that she was helpless, while Ao Xinke tilted her head and thought.

The three of them shook their heads helplessly, but they were anxious to the ministers around them.

An old woman trembled beside her and said, "What's the matter with your Majesty?"

Yang Jian said: "Your Majesty has no worries about his life. This is not a disease, but a result of monks' Taoism. Everyone, please be quiet for a while, and let my wife think about some countermeasures."

A group of courtiers and concubines didn't dare to speak at once, they waited quietly for Ao Xinke to think.

Xiao Lan said in a voice: "What's going on? From what I see, there is a black energy that wants to swallow the soul of this King Wu, and the soul of King Wu is covered with a lot of golden light. Is that the luck of the Emperor?"

"Well," Yang Jian replied via voice, "If it weren't for the blessing of this luck, King Wu would be really in danger."

Xiao Lan couldn't help muttering: "Is the Emperor of Wubuzhou so powerful? How can luck appear directly, and he can also protect himself against the supernatural powers of monks? No wonder it is said that Wubuzhou is a holy place for cultivating Taoism. It is really extravagant to gather 90% of luck in the three realms."

Here, Ao Xinke finally dispersed the stream of water, and said in a low voice, "Husband, let's go outside to discuss."

Yang Jian agreed, told the ministers not to follow, and went outside the hall with Ao Xinke.

"This is a sage's trick, it's not up to you or me," Ao Xinke said, her eyes full of worry, she took a step forward, pulled Yang Jian's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Husband, do you feel the strangeness in your body?"

"Xinke..."

Yang Jian was speechless for a moment.

My wife is a little too powerful, but after observing Ji Fa's symptoms for a while, she concluded that it was the work of a saint.

It even reminded him of Ji Fa's coma, fearing that the saint would do the same to him.

Yang Jian was afraid that she would be worried, and just about to deny it, Xiao Lan came out from the gate of the palace.

"He almost passed out at the top of the city before."

Yang Jian turned his head and stared at Xiao Lan. The latter looked at the scenery in Wuwang Palace with his hands behind his back and an expression of nothing to do with him.

Ao Xinke pursed her lips and stared at Yang Jian.

"I'm fine...you don't have to worry..."

"Husband," Ao Xinke's grip on Yang Jian's wrist became stronger and stronger, "Although I shouldn't ask this question, I still want to ask my husband, is there no way out for my husband regarding the matter of conferring gods?"

Yang Jian looked down at Ao Xinke, and the two looked at each other, in the corner outside the hall, as if they were each other's eternity.

"I can't retreat." Yang Jian said something in a low voice, and Ao Xinke smiled.

"Then husband, I also want to go to Chuanyun Pass, and face Tongtian Sect Master side by side with my husband. Even if something happens to me, I can live and die with my husband, and I don't have to live alone for a while."

Yang Jian suddenly didn't know what to say, Xiao Lan sighed with lowered eyebrows, and started pacing back and forth with her arms folded.

Help me find a way, it's about Yang Jian's life...

Yang Jian asked: "Xinke, do you know what kind of method this is?"

Ao Xinke nodded lightly, and said in a low voice: "There is an ancient book of the Dragon Clan that records many secret methods of gods and demons before the opening of the sky. There is a secret method called "Six Gods Calling Soul Banner".

"To cast this banner, you only need to write the names of the people you want to kill on it, make up the number of six people, and practice for seven to forty-nine days, worship once a day in the morning and evening, after forty-nine days, the famous people on the banner will turn into blood, and the true spirit will die."

When she spoke later, her words trembled a little.

"Although the Six Gods Soul-calling Banner is vicious, it is not easy to refine. It needs to be forged with six treasures above the rank of innate spiritual treasures, and the most powerful killing spirit in the world.

"If the Master Saint of the Ruojie Sect is really urging the banner of the evil god, and he also wrote the names of the husband and King Wu... If this banner is sacrificed to more than ten Yuanhui, with the power of the master of Tongtian, it may be possible to kill the saint..."

"Husband, you have been hurt, what, what should I do?"

Yang Jian wasn't very scared at first, but when Ao Xinke said that, he was really worried.

so smart?

Innate gods and demons?

Is Master Tongtian really angry? It turned out to really kill the other two Sanqings, including the two saints of the Western Church?

This is a big deal...

What a ruthless Kong Xuan, compared to the leader of Tongtian, Kong Xuan is a kind person!

"Husband!"

Ao Xinke hugged Yang Jian tightly, "I don't want you to have an accident, how about we quit Fengshen now? I'll go to the Jiejiao Saint to intercede for my husband!"

"Xin Ke," Yang Jian hugged her slender body, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.

Xiao Lan next to him touched his forehead, turned around not to look at the situation, and grinned from time to time.

"Xin Ke, I have been blessed by educating and teaching. If I leave at this time, what kind of man will I be?" Yang Jian whispered next to her ear, pretending to be relaxed, "Don't worry, we also have a sage and a teacher who is standing by our side. Don't worry, King Wu and I will be safe and sound."

"Husband..."

"You can stay at home with mother and Xiaochan for me at ease," Yang Jian looked down at Ao Xinke's face, who bit his lower lip, looking pitiful and pitiful.

Yang Jian also had a whim, bowed his head and kissed her.

Although Ao Xinke wanted to say something, she immediately lied in Yang Jian's arms and couldn't say anything...

until……

"Cough!" Xiao Lan's throat was a little itchy, and she squeezed out a sentence between her teeth: "Pay attention to the influence, in front of the elders of the master."

Yang Jian, who was disturbed by the atmosphere, was a little annoyed at once, turned his head and glared at Xiao Lan, but his vicious look turned red in an instant.

Beside Xiao Lan, Great Master Xuandu and Guang Chengzi were standing side by side. The former had a smirk on his face, and there was still a faint aura around him, while Guang Chengzi was a little embarrassed.

Ting Guangchengzi said: "Nephew Yang Jian, you are an example for the three generations of disciples in the sect...be more careful."

"Hey, I couldn't help myself for a while, so I forgot..."

Yang Jian scratched his head, no matter how slippery he was usually, he still couldn't keep talking.

There was a splashing sound of water flowing, and Ao Xinke ran away directly behind him, obviously in a hurry, and forgot the etiquette that was extremely important in daily life.

"Cough," Yang Jian forcibly calmed down, "Master, why are you here?"

"I don't want to come either," Xuandu sighed, with his hands behind his back, with a gloomy expression on his face, "I just returned to Xuandu City to take a nap, and was called back by my teacher to run errands."

Yang Jian's heart was inexplicably more stable.

Guang Chengzi said: "This trip is to save King Wu."

Xuan Du said quietly beside him: "Okay, take me in first. If I didn't bring out a Nine-Turn Golden Pill, those mortals would treat it as poison and refuse to let me feed it to Ji Fa.

Nine-turn golden elixir?

Yang Jian blinked, then suddenly lowered his head and coughed twice, holding his forehead.

"I'm so dizzy, Xiao Lan, come help me... ah... Yuanshen hurts..."

Xuan Du sneered, and Guang Chengzi next to him turned his head to look away, his embarrassment became stronger.