The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Breaking through the outermost layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation has already achieved the preliminary plan previously set by the Immortal Chanjiao.

Seeing that the immortals were showing signs of fatigue, Guang Chengzi ordered to retreat, and Yang Jian couldn't compete with the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. Although he already had the upper hand, he had no choice but to turn back.

If you look from Chuanyun Pass, you can see streams of light 'escaping' from the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation hundreds of miles away. If you don't know where it is, you will really think that Chanjiao has been defeated for a while and is fleeing in a hurry.

But the Immortal Chanjiao only flew ten miles before stopping at the same time, forming a formation and turning around, to guard against the Immortal Jiejiao's counterattack.

"Return!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit scolded in a low voice, with a little unwillingness and full of anger.

All the Jiejiao immortals stopped and did not chase after them. They returned to the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals, and took their positions in the formation, waiting for the opportunity.

Taking stock of the results of the first battle between the two religions, the number of Taoist disciples killed and injured far exceeds the number of Daoist disciples who would have lost a few dollars in the past.

In less than half a day of the battle, the immortals of Chanjiao actually lost 20% of their losses. Although the losses were all those with weaker cultivation bases, it was still a heavy loss that Chanjiao had never encountered since he established himself.

The Jiejiao immortals lost several hundred. Although the number seems to be relatively large, but this time there are thousands of Jiejiao immortals gathered here, this is only 10% of them.

Apart from the reason why Jiejiao suffered so many casualties, apart from the fact that Lu Ya and others assisted on the Chanjiao side, it was mainly because the strength of the Jiejiao immortals was unevenly distributed, and the good and the bad were somewhat uneven.

Relatively speaking, Chanjiao couldn't bear such a loss. If every major formation had to lose 20% of the disciples, it would basically wipe out Chanjiao's Dao inheritance in the end.

Guang Chengzi began to discuss with all the juniors, and Yang Jian also discussed with Nezha and other juniors how to deal with the enemy.

Hundreds of immortals meditated in the clouds to restore their cultivation, and the scene was quite spectacular.

"We must use formations," Yun Zhongzi sighed. "We must form formations and imitate the monks' fighting techniques that are common in the Three Thousand Worlds. This way we can take care of each other and save lives in times of crisis."

All the immortals are all good.

At this time, the importance of mental state cultivation is obvious.

If the state of mind is not enough, seeing the two sects fighting so fiercely in the first battle, many fellow Taoists turned into ashes and bones, their minds were quite shaken, and their eyes were a little dull.

All the immortals of the two religions are like this. They usually bear the name of Taoist disciples, and there is no major cultivator in the world to provoke them.

In the prehistoric Wubuzhou, the famous mountains and rivers with the strongest spiritual energy, and overseas fairy islands are all under the control of Taoist disciples. When walking outside, all Taoist friends will be polite and even respectful when they see them.

Now that the catastrophe has fallen, these immortals who have been at ease in the wilderness on weekdays can enjoy the Tao fruit above longevity, but they have to conquer each other and fight to the death like soldiers in the world.

How the calamity has changed to this point, but no one can tell.

Yang Jian looked at the group of three-generation disciples gathered around him, encouraged them with a few words, and then began to tell them many things during the chaotic war.

Most of these disciples didn't go to the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation to break the formation today, but they saw the cruelty of the two sects' fighting methods from afar.

After all, they are teaching disciples, so they might as well go to the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, and it would be great to ask Yang Jian some more ways to face the enemy.

"Uncle Taiyi, what are they doing?"

Huang Tianhua muttered something in a low voice, Yang Jian and all the disciples looked up together, only to see Daoist Taiyi actually holding a huge writing brush, using the clouds as ink and the sky as paper, he started splashing ink and brushing it!

Long-sleeved Wu Yunji, this pen is shocking!

Daoist Taiyi actually drew a large complex formation with a diameter of one hundred feet, and then Yun Zhongzi entered the formation together with several other immortals, and began to calculate something.

Wei Hu said with emotion: "Such a large formation is beyond our knowledge."

"Why are we setting up the formation?" Nezha said straightforwardly, "Could it be that after the fight over there, the Immortal Jiejiao should fight back?"

"Do you think this fighting is a child's play?" Yang Jian reprimanded with a black face, and Nezha shrank his neck, and immediately calmed down.

Lei Zhenzi murmured for a while: "This should be a battle formation for attacking. If the mana of the people in the formation is gathered in one place, they can launch a tyrannical offensive. Presumably the masters and uncles want to use this method to continue breaking the formation."

Yang Jian nodded, watched quietly for a while, and then said: "Let's go to recharge our batteries first, and when we fight in the field later, we must not hold back the master."

"Senior brother is absolutely right."

"Also please help me a lot, big brother."

Yang Jian cupped his hands and made a Dao Yi, and all the younger brothers and sisters also made a Dao Yi in return, and then returned to their respective masters, sitting cross-legged in meditation, waiting for the situation to change.

It is estimated that we will not be able to fight today, so Yang Jian took Nezha and others back to the Zhou army's formation, and let this group of Zhou army set up camp, and formed a small camp dozens of miles in front of the Zhou army's big camp.

After the surroundings were settled properly, Yang Jian leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes for a nap.

It's not that such a big battle cost him too much energy, it's that resisting the attack of the six soul banners made him exhausted.

Today's battle broke through the 'skin' of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, but most of the Jiejiao Immortals stationed at the outermost layer are cannon fodder, and very few of them are included in the list of gods.

Just as Yang Jian fell asleep, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the tent, but it was Xiao Lan who probed inside and looked inside.

Seeing that he was asleep, he carefully retracted his neck.

"What is it?"

Yang Jian's slightly tired voice came, and Xiao Lan immediately stuck out her tongue like a child who made a mistake, and lowered her head into the tent.

"Are the Xianjiao immortals studying the method of breaking the formation?"

"Well," Yang Jian smiled a little, "Do you have a good plan?"

"Don't dare, don't dare," Xiao Lan said dare not, but there was a hint of arrogance in her eyes, making it clear that she wanted Yang Jian to say something nice.

Outside the tent, Ao Xinke and Princess Longji came hand in hand, and they all cast worried eyes on Yang Jian.

Long Ji first said: "Brother, can your body hold up?"

"It's nothing serious," Yang Jian said with a smile, "It's my primordial spirit that was injured by the Liushen Banner, and I only rely on my body to fight."

Ao Xinke didn't say anything, and brought a bowl of soup to Yang Jian's side, which was boiled with a little pulp from the innate spiritual root to nourish Yang Jian's soul.

"Mrs. Xie."

"Well," Ao Xinke stood beside Yang Jian, urging him to drink up the soup with his eyes.

"Young Master Xiao, if you have a good plan, come up with it quickly. Don't go around in circles like this. This is a major event that will turn the world upside down."

Xiao Lan curled her lips and put away the folding fan in her hand, "All I can do is give you this, maybe it will help the great power of teaching."

While speaking, Xiao Lan threw a jade talisman over, and Yang Jian held it with both hands, his divine sense penetrated into it to investigate, his complexion gradually darkened.

After the cup of tea time, Yang Jian said, "I'll send this to Master."

Xiao Lan smiled lightly and nodded, took out a teacup and poured it for herself, "Go, don't say I gave it to you, or they won't even look at it."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement, grabbed the jade talisman and hurried away.

Long Jiqi said: "What is that?"

"In the Three Thousand Worlds, a summary of the essence of a few incomparable battle formations," Xiao Lan said with a smile, "I saw the grand formation arranged by the real Taiyi before. Although it is extremely mysterious, there is indeed a drawback."

"What's wrong?"

"The big formation requires three or four hundred immortals to fight one each, and they constantly change their positions as they meet the enemy. First, there are extremely high requirements on the formation skills of the many immortals who make up the big formation, and second, it is too complicated, which is not conducive to adapting to wartime."

What Xiao Lan said was serious, and the two princesses kept nodding their heads when they heard it, but the truth was so true.

"Although Wubuzhou is quite barren in your eyes, there are countless monks and some powerful monks," Xiao Lan said with a smile. "My jade talisman was originally bought by my grandmother with a heavy treasure and used by the family. That's how it got into their eyes."

Ao Xinke sighed softly, and bowed to Xiao Lan, who quickly got up to return the salute.

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean by this?"

"If I can pass this battle, my sister should be credited," Ao Xinke smiled wryly and shook her head, "I have nothing but cultivation, but I can't help much."

On the side, Long Ji nodded slightly when he heard the words, knowing that Ao Xinke was concerned about the position of the Dragon Clan and did not dare to intervene in the internal struggle of Taoism.

It's not easy to say anything about this matter, Ao Xinke's heart is full of Yang Jian, and she is willing to go through fire and water for Yang Jian, and walk together with life and death, but she can't hurt her family.

She is a quasi-sage and a master of the dragon clan in the camp, except for being able to rescue Yang Jian when he loses, she dare not make casual moves.

Xiao Lan tactfully changed the topic; "According to the time, that guy must be sick."

As soon as the words fell, there was a popping sound outside the tent, and then the soldiers and guards hurriedly shouted 'Prime Minister'.

Ao Xinke hurriedly rushed out of the tent, Xiao Lan stuck out the tip of her tongue, she really didn't have anyone with her mouth.

Doing the math, this should be the fifteenth attack.

How many more times it will happen in the future, but no one can tell.

...

The battle between the two religions before Tongguan has already shocked all places in the prehistoric world.

It's just that in the face of the catastrophe, no one dared to show up easily, for fear of being liquidated by heaven, the powerful monks hid in the mountains to retreat, and the Daluo Jinxian also closed their caves.

It is rare for Honghuang to be so 'deserted'. Even in the remote small worlds in the three thousand worlds, there are much fewer conquests.

But the tentacles of the Heavenly Court - Chaotian Pavilion, are unexpectedly active.

Taking advantage of the chaos in Wubuzhou and the lurking of all the great powers, they began to mobilize heavy troops to take care of the bones that had not been gnawed before.

The Heavenly Court also became busy for no reason, as if fearing that the Taoist catastrophe would eventually affect the Heavenly Court, a large number of heavenly soldiers were transferred from the Three Thousand Worlds back to the Great Desolate Wubu Continent.

There are more and more heavenly soldiers and generals gathered everywhere in the heavenly court, and the power of the great formation in the heavenly court is also becoming more and more powerful.

Just like the dispute between Xingtian and Gonggong affected Buzhou Mountain during the Lich War, no one knows whether there will be a few powerful people who will be red-eyed and point the finger at the initiator of the catastrophe of conferred gods-the Jade Emperor of Heaven.

It is reasonable for Heaven to make such an arrangement.

On the ninth day after Jiejiao set up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and on the third day after the battle between Jiejiao and Chanjiao, Chanjiao launched another offensive.

The purpose of this strong attack was to break through the second layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, and Jijiao mobilized two thousand immortals to fully defend the formation, but the battle situation this time was really shocking.

With the loss of dozens of immortals, Chanjiao forcibly won the victory with the explosion of all the masters.

Immortal Jiejiao killed Hongyan, and when Chanjiao retreated, he almost rushed out to fight to the death, but several senior disciples yelled loudly, and finally stabilized the situation.