The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The moment the three-pointed and two-edged spear pierced through the fairy body of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, Yang Jian struggled weakly, but he still had no choice but to use the Xuangang to kill the primordial spirit of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

This is a battle between the two religions, and there is no room for sympathy, not to mention that when the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit wanted to kill Yang Jian, she never hesitated at all.

Lying on the ground, Yang Jian was not out of strength, but Yuanshen had been injured by the six soul banners before, and he hadn't recovered his strength at this time. In the dozen or so rounds of the battle with the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, he was only holding on with his heart.

And when Xuangang destroyed the Primordial Spirit of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the energy in Yang Jian's heart was released, and he immediately fell to the ground and could not move.

This is also just right, to be able to see the scene of the immortals in the sky constantly falling...

Ao Xinke flew from the side to protect Yang Jian's figure, and quickly healed Yang Jian's injury and recovered the damage of the soul.

"well……"

With a soft sigh, the body of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit seemed to tremble.

Yang Jian's complexion didn't change, but Ao Xinke seemed to be facing an enemy. The figures of more than a dozen immortals rushed to Yang Jian's body, looking warily at the beautiful corpse of the Virgin of the Golden Spirit, which looked like a withered flower.

"It's nothing," Yang Jian said in a low voice, "That's just the power of her primordial spirit that hasn't dissipated."

The strength of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit can also be seen. If the opportunity permits, even if her true spirit is destroyed, the power of the primordial spirit is likely to create new creatures.

But there is no such opportunity here.

The soft sigh flowed with the wind, and Yang Jian felt something in his heart, and there was an extra name on the list of gods.

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit.

And as if Tiandao was intentionally reminding her, after the words of the Holy Mother of Jinling, her title - Doumu Yuanjun appeared.

Yang Jian lay there speechless for a long time, watching the immortals flying to the east to destroy the third formation of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he did not say a word for a long time.

When the immortals returned from teaching, Taoist figures fell around Yang Jian's body. They all wanted to congratulate Yang Jian for his great achievements and killing the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, but they didn't know what to say when they saw the body of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Taoist Huanglong sighed endlessly: "A lifetime of cultivating the Tao will be no more than half a handful of loess."

"Such great powers died here, maybe you and I will be like her later."

Daoist Yuding and Master Xuandu fell beside Yang Jian, but Xuandu kept staring at the Holy Mother of Jinling, and said in a low voice: "When I first met her, she was just a savage girl who forced me to call her senior sister all day long."

Halfway through the speech, it stopped abruptly, which made people feel a little bit sad.

"Is the injury serious?" Master Yuding asked warmly.

Yang Jian finally got up, forced a smile at Yuding, shook his head, and looked at the corpse at his feet.

"Master, let's bury her... After all, it's a powerful party, don't insult her fairy body like this."

The jade cauldron tapped lightly on the side, and the corpse of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit dissipated into little golden light.

A fairy on the side asked: "Has the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit entered the list of gods?"

"Yes," Yang Jian nodded slightly.

Another immortal asked: "What should I do with some immortals who have been captured?"

Yang Jian cheered up, the Hunyuan Jindou he had been carrying on his body was finally going to come in handy.

"Where?"

"Here..."

Ao Xinke supported Yang Jian, and followed the immortals to a small formation.

The formation is maintained by sixteen immortals, and among them are dozens of debilitated immortals, all of whom have been cast with spells and tied with immortal ropes, really like fish at the mercy of others.

Among them, Yang Jian saw three strange-looking immortals at a glance, the lion-headed fairy, the elephant-nosed Lingya fairy, and the blond-haired Jinguang fairy. These were also the three main players in the battle to intercept the religion, and they were all captured by Master Yuding.

Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun said: "These are all cultivated by Kunmao scale feathers, with shallow foundations and mottled ways. It is better to use secret methods to change the mind and turn them into mounts."

Yang Jian turned around abruptly, staring at Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun with both eyes. The gaze in his eyes was compelling, but his words were not too strong.

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "They are all Taoist immortals, how will the monks in the world comment on doing this?"

Ran Deng, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, said: "People from the Taoist school should also follow their feet straight and have deep blessings. These crooked ways, using them as mounts can also increase our fighting strength."

Yang Jian's expression became colder, "Did the deputy leader ever think that we use these Daoist immortals who follow my uncle as mounts, what will my uncle think?"

"I don't have any intention of cutting off the teaching. The dispute between the master and the master uncle at this time was started by our disciples. The master uncle did not hesitate to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation to stop his two elder brothers, in order to protect these disciples he taught."

"A sage is a sage after all, and a sage is immortal! If we are such an attendant immortal who insults our master and uncle, we are really playing with fire."

There are not many generous statements in these words, but they are all clear and plain.

All the immortals thought so, but Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun could only smile and nod, as if he accepted the 'criticism' of his nephew.

Taoist Huanglong has always stood by Yang Jian's side and knew what Yang Jian was thinking, so he sighed beside him:

"Among them, there may only be a few people who are on the list of gods. If they are all beheaded, it will appear that we have killed too much in teaching, and there is no benevolence and righteousness."

Chi Jingzi nodded slowly, "This Fengshen has already suffered too many casualties."

All the immortals were silent, Yang Jian took out the Hunyuan Jindou, whispered a few words, the Hunyuan Jindou flashed bright lights, and these lights were like ropes, entwined towards the Jiejiao immortals in front.

A group of Jiejiao immortals frowned and looked at Yang Jian, and some impatient ones cursed angrily: "Why bother to be hypocritical! Kill us, so that we can return home with fellow Taoists!"

"Yes! Yang Jian, why don't you kill the poor Taoist! How can you stop the life and death of the poor Taoist!"

"Those who want to die commit suicide," Yang Jian replied coldly, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on the heads of these immortals.

At the moment, there are really two people who can't be provoked and want to die by themselves. Unfortunately, their souls are restrained, and they can't die if they want to.

Yang Jian shaved off the cultivation of these immortals, but did not destroy their foundations. It only takes hundreds or thousands of years of practice to restore their current strength, without delaying their enlightenment and cultivation.

But when these Jiejiao immortals were poured out of the Hunyuan Jindou, nearly half of them could not maintain their human form and showed their true bodies.

Sure enough, most of the immortals of the Jiejiao have a lot of connection with the Yaozu, and the aura of a few immortals is quite similar to that of the Yaozu...

In fact, the path of all spirits to practice is probably to lead to the same goal through different paths, which can't be studied in depth.

Yang Jian asked: "Uncle Master, can I be the second master?"

"Naturally," Guang Chengzi nodded with a smile, "You can make the decision regarding the conferring of the gods."

"Prison them in the Kunlun Mountains. When it's time to confer gods, those who should be conferred in the heavenly court will be conferred in the heavenly court. Those who don't have names on the list of conferred gods, let them go back to practice."

After Yang Jian said that, he coughed twice weakly, explaining that all the immortals praised him as good.

Putting away the Hunyuan Jindou, Yang Jian resigned to go to heal his wounds, and the Xianjiao immortals sent their disciples to put away the magic weapon of Jiejiao that was missed in the previous fight.

Yang Jian was supported by Ao Xinke and flew back to the Zhou camp to rest. As soon as he sat down here, a figure broke into the door and knelt down in front of Yang Jian.

Lei Gongzui, Feng Lei Chi, who is it if it is not Lei Zhenzi?

Yang Jian's weakness was not feigned, but at this moment, he could only bear the pain all over his body, and moved forward to help Lei Zhenzi up.

"What are you doing!"

"As a general, the commander is in a desperate situation and deserves to be punished!" Lei Zhenzi raised his head and looked at Yang Jian full of guilt, "I didn't think carefully when I offered a plan, and I almost put you in a desperate situation, brother. I really deserve to die for being brave. Please punish me!"

Nezha, Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu came outside the tent, looking at Yang Jian one by one, hesitant to speak.

"Today you can break the third-level formation of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. You should be the first." Yang Jian patted Lei Zhenzi's shoulder hard, "If you insist on thinking that you have done something wrong, then your merits and demerits will be equal."

"Big brother!"

"If you insist on feeling sorry for me, then cook and cook a table of meals yourself, and let's have a drink to celebrate at night!"

Lei Zhenzi wanted to say a few more words, but Yang Jian laughed loudly, so he could only nod heavily.

"I, I'm going to prepare now," Lei Zhenzi said seriously, he was the youngest among the juniors, at this time he took Yang Jian's joke as a big deal, turned around and left in a hurry.

Nezha scratched his head: "What's for dinner? Reggio bear paw? Lightning chicken wings?"

A chuckle came from outside the tent, but it was Princess Longji who came gracefully.

Xiao Lan actually came too, but she hid outside the tent, seemed to be preoccupied and sullen, and did not come in.

Huang Tianhua blushed, and unconsciously hid behind Nezha and Wei Hu, and kept poking Mu Zha's chest with his fingers, which made Mu Zha get goosebumps all over his body.

"Brother, are you seriously injured?"

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." Yang Jian sat back in his seat and lost his breath. The mysterious body was seriously damaged before, but it is now being repaired quickly.

In fact, he has the confidence to dare to deal with today's matter.

Nirvana is in the body, the big deal is death and rebirth, and the state can be restored directly, and there will be a big battle!

However, Nirvana also requires the guidance of the true spirit, and cannot deal with the six soul banners.

"Let's all sit down and talk, Xin Ke, please go and get some drinks and refreshments, there is no need to count on Lei Zhenzi."

Everyone sat down with a smile, and Long Ji volunteered to follow Ao Xinke to arrange food for them. Xiao Lan, who was outside the tent, followed the two elder sisters and trotted after them.

Yang Jian felt a little relieved.

"I never thought that I would not be happy after the death of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit."

Perhaps, it was because of Guang Chengzi's sneak attack.

Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart. Although it was a bit hypocritical to say so, he really felt that winning was not very frank.

Although, let him fight against the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit alone, and he can kill the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit in a few days and nights...

Don't mention it, just don't want to.

...

On the other side, at the center of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, many immortals knelt under the high platform and wept.

"Master, Senior Sister Jinling died tragically at the hands of Yang Jian, how should we avenge her!"

"Why do we have to stay in the big formation, and fight with them for life and death!"

"Master! Master!"

"Okay," the young man on the high platform slowly opened his eyes, as if there was an endless starry sky in his eyes, as if there was a vast chaos.

He waved his sleeves, and all the disciples were moved to the outer formation.

"There are still more than 20 days left. The outcome will be decided by yourself. All the disciples guard the big formation and don't go out to seek revenge at will."

The disciples were relatively silent, but they also knew that the current situation of intercepting the teaching was difficult, so they didn't dare to say too much.