The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

As soon as the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit finished speaking, Yang Jian stood up from his seat with a cold face, and threw out a Xuangang gun shadow,

The gun shadow flashed a sharp arc of light, and flew towards the outside of the city!

——There is nothing more blunt than this answer.

"snort!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit shot Dragon and Tiger Ruyi, smashing the shadow of the Xuangang gun released by Yang Jian, and stood in the air ten miles away from Chuanyun Pass, waiting quietly.

Yang Jian fired a shot, but got up in a leisurely manner, walked out of the General Military Mansion with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly in the city.

Nezha and others rushed into the air, but were stopped by Yang Jian's voice, and they did not rush up to besiege the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Jian finally walked out of Chuanyun Pass, and flew into the air with a white cloud, facing the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Auntie, are you safe?"

In fact, the title of "Senior Aunt" is a bit "unorthodox" in the prehistoric world. Yang Jian should have called "Master Uncle", obviously on purpose.

"Stop smiling here!" The Holy Mother of Jinling's face was as cold as frost, but she was straightforward, and she hated Yang Jian just because she hated it, so she didn't mock at this moment.

With a flip of Su's hand, she held a shining iron plate in her hand, and threw it at Yang Jian casually.

Yang Jian didn't suspect him, and raised his hand to catch him. He is also a bold man of high art, and he is not afraid of being tricked.

What is this brand?

Yang Jian looked down, and there were two question marks on his forehead.

Listening to the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, she sneered and said: "Today, I will teach Wanxian to set up the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals before Lintong Pass! This thing is a token to enter the formation, and it is specially given to you by Master. You wear this card on your chest, and you can come and go freely in the formation of My Teaching Ten Thousand Immortals. My Teaching Immortals will never attack you."

Come and go freely?

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, looked at the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, and wanted to ask if the other party had some mental problems, and what use was this token for him?

After thinking about it, Yang Jian somewhat understood the intentions of the sage Master Tongtian.

Yang Jian's name was written on the six soul banners, even if Yang Jian could resist the power of the six soul banners at this time, but with the continuous worship of the Lord Tongtian, the power of the six soul banners became more and more powerful, and Yang Jian would inevitably be unable to support it...

Even if you don't fall, your combat power will be greatly damaged.

Master Tongtian gave him this token, allowing him to come in and out of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation at will; in other words, let Yang Jian be a spectator and not participate in the attack and defense of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

This is the initiative of the Master Tongtian to show his favor, and it also gave Yang Jian a glimmer of life, which is regarded as a special value for Yang Jian.

——If Chanjiao is defeated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, Yang Jian can use this token to enter the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and meet the Master Tongtian.

How to survive at that time depends on how much sincerity Yang Jian has.

"Heh," Yang Jian sneered, playing with the token in his hand, a little coldness appeared in his eyes.

The Holy Mother of Jinling said indifferently: "Master said that the dispute over interpretation and interception has already involved the fate of the prehistoric world. You are not in the catastrophe. If you consider yourself a Taoist disciple, your name will be removed from the banner of the six souls."

"Thank you, Master Saint, for your kindness, but it's still unnecessary."

Yang Jian threw the token back, and the face of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit changed, and she held the token in her hand, her eyes glowing with anger.

"How dare you disobey Master's will!"

"I respect Uncle Tongtian Master, but I can't do anything that deviates from the teaching," Yang Jian said calmly, "Please take this thing back, otherwise, I really don't know what my fellow disciples think of me."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit snorted, but threw the token back again.

"This thing is a testament to your teaching, and you can handle it yourself! Yang Jian, I have some admiration for you at this time," the corner of the Holy Mother of Jinling's lips twitched, "Unfortunately, I don't know how to adapt, and I am stubborn."

Yang Jian nodded calmly, and pretended not to hear what she said.

Arching his hands, Yang Jian said, "No."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit turned her head and left, scolding him a few words, as if she really wanted to save Yang Jian's life on this trip.

Probably from the perspective of the Jiejiao disciples, Yang Jian and Ji Fa would definitely not be able to escape their lives under the banner of the Six Souls.

This brand...

Yang Jian hesitated a little, and put the golden token in the black turtle belt. When the elders who are good at formation techniques come tomorrow, they may be able to find the way to break the formation on the token.

Going back to the General Military Mansion and continuing to listen to the generals arguing about how to send troops, Yang Jian just killed the time and let them speak freely.

However, mortal generals could not compete with the immortals in physical strength after all, and in the middle of the night they all left exhausted one by one, leaving behind only immortals.

After arguing for half an hour, Yang Jian saw that their mouths were dry and they couldn't say anything new, so he said, "Let's all go back and rest, we will start running around early tomorrow morning."

Yang Jian chased away the guests, and more than a dozen immortals had to leave, but when they got up to walk out of the front hall, Yang Jian couldn't help but ask a few words.

"The next battle is likely to be a turning point for the rise and fall of the Taoist sect. I will go all out to stop the teaching, and I will give it a go when I explain the teaching. The two religions will clash, and I don't know how many immortals will fall...You guys, be careful, don't rush to get angry, and don't waste your virtue by being overjoyed."

"Brother?" Nezha turned to look at Yang Jian, feeling that something was wrong with Yang Jian today.

Of course something is wrong, what Yang Jian has endured at this time is far beyond what Nezha and others can comprehend.

"Go ahead and nourish yourself."

"yes."

Xiao Sheng said: "Zhenjun should also take a break, don't push yourself too hard."

Yang Jian smiled and nodded, watching them fly away.

Sitting on the chair in a daze, Yang Jian sighed softly, stared blankly, and sat blankly for a moment.

"Why are Xin Ke and Xiao Lan not here yet?"

A little suspicion appeared in Yang Jian's heart, and nothing unexpected happened to the two of them.

My wife's cultivation base is not low, if she encounters an enemy, she will definitely startle herself after making a move...

A little worried, Yang Jian walked out of the front hall, stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked towards the west, searching for it with his spiritual sense.

Strange, why is there no breath of his wife in the capital?

"Could something be wrong?"

Yang Jian frowned, and was about to rush back to Zhou Capital immediately, but just as he was about to perform the Seventy-Two Changes, the divine consciousness that he had dispersed suddenly caught Ao Xinke's breath again.

But it was not in Zhou Capital City, but in the southeast direction, rushing towards Chuanyun Pass.

Around her, there are dozens of dragon masters following, among them are four or five elders with dragon heads, and the rest are all old with white hair and white beard.

Seeing this, Yang Jian felt a little warm in his heart...

She said, "Go home and explain a few words", but she brought Xiao Lan to Dragon Palace to bring so many masters.

Although the background of the dragon clan is unfathomable, each and every elder of the dragon clan with outstanding aura must be a decisive force in the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

This can be regarded as a kindness of the old dragon king.

After all, the Taoist catastrophe, the sages are fighting, and the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation has been set up. At this time, being involved in the Conferred God War, the risk they have to bear is tantamount to taking the Dragon Clan to fight.

This favor will always be repaid in the future.

Yang Jian took the initiative to go out to greet him. Before he had time to say hello after meeting the dragon masters, Xiao Lan who was beside Ao Xinke immediately said:

"We went to the East China Sea for a stroll, and called many old seniors who made mistakes and were expelled from the Dragon Clan, but were kind-hearted."

As he spoke, he winked at Yang Jian, signaling Yang Jian not to speak to death.

Such remarks should be for the Immortal Jiejiao to listen to.

Yang Jian suddenly laughed a lot under pressure, and felt a little more relaxed, "Thank you seniors for your righteous actions, and please rest in the pass. Xinke, I have wronged you."

Ao Xinke finally showed a little smile, shook her head slightly, and walked forward together with Yang Jian on her arm.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan rolled her eyes, always feeling that this old couple was trying to provoke her, a young girl...

It was already dawn to settle the masters of the dragon clan. Yang Jian had no intention of letting these old dragons charge for Chanjiao. At most, he wanted them to fill up the number and sweep the formation behind, which could be regarded as adding some confidence to his side.

There was no time to rest, the sky had just dawned, and the immortals of interpretation and teaching had already arrived one after another.

Yun Zhongzi arrived first, and without saying a word, he stood at the top of the city and looked towards the east, nodding his head from time to time.

Then Chi Jingzi, Taoist Huanglong, and Daoist Taiyi appeared one after another, either watching from the top of the city, or standing high in the sky, studying the Great Formation of Intercepting Education.

The matter of breaking the formation is not achieved in a day.

In the middle of Chuanyun Pass, Xiao Lan was busy rectifying the supplies and horses, while Ao Xinke stayed by Yang Jian's side every step of the way. The generals in the army began to be busy at dawn, caring for the soldiers and inspecting the armor and horses.

Under the busy scene, it is full of vitality.

Yang Jian walked east and west, asked if the well water in Jiepaiguan had been detoxified, and asked about the people's livelihood here, so as not to let himself have a moment of leisure.

As the Golden Crow ascended to the east, Yang Jian, who was strolling on the street, suddenly stopped.

No one felt the slightest fluctuation of Yuanli, but Yang Jian's body began to tremble slightly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his figure was swaying.

"Husband!"

Ao Xinke hurried forward to help Yang Jian, but Yang Jian suddenly raised her hand to signal her not to move forward.

"snort!"

Since he can deal with the first time, he can deal with the second time!

There was a thunderous sound in Yang Jian's body, and an inexplicable momentum overflowed everywhere around him, and his body straightened again!

The breath gradually stabilized, and Yang Jian felt that the black air around the Yuanshen tree had calmed down again, and he was slightly relieved.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot, Yang Jian closed his eyes to rest, and Ao Xinke stood by, his eyes full of worry.

This is only the second day and the second time. If the Lord Tongtian cannot be stopped, then on the forty-ninth day and the ninety-eighth time, it will be Yang Jian...

Ao Xinke didn't dare to think about it, and slowly sat down behind Yang Jian, ignoring the curious eyes of the mortals around her, hugging Yang Jian from behind.

After a while, Yang Jian regained his strength, raised his hand and patted Ao Xinke's little hand lightly.

"I'm fine."

"Um……"

Ao Xinke replied softly, Yang Jian held her slender hand, his eyes gradually became calm.

Suddenly a sentence came from beside my ear: "Relax your mind."

Yang Jian raised his head in astonishment, but saw a middle-aged Taoist in a light blue Taoist robe standing in front of him at some point. Who could this gentle voice and familiar breath be if not his master?

"Master?"

Master Yu Ding frowned and nodded, raised his hand to sweep out a mist to cover the three of them, sat down cross-legged, extended his sword fingers with his left hand, and touched Yang Jian's forehead.

"Sure enough... don't worry, this technique will kill you."