The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The arc of light slashed obliquely on the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and the light wall of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation made bursts of explosions, and a vision of chaos appeared between the heaven and the earth.

Almost, the sixth layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation was almost split open by Yang Jian's spear.

In the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, hundreds of immortals presiding over the formation vomited blood at the same time, and there were immediately replacement immortals around them to fill up the formation with mana. Only then did they barely resist Yang Jian's shot that gathered the power of the three generations of disciples who had opened up the heavenly rhyme and cut off the teaching.

However, several figures appeared at the place where the light arc slanted, and shot at the same time!

The real person Yuding's robe fluttered, and he slapped dozens of palms in an instant!

The Heavenly Seal in Guang Chengzi's hand is surrounded by layers of precious light, and there are actually the sound of chanting scriptures and ringing bells, which slammed hard on the place where the arc of light was slashed just now!

The light wall of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation flickers on and off, and half of the Jiejiao immortals who maintain the large formation are blown away by the backlash of the formation.

"Come on, let me open it."

Xuandu gently swings his hands, but there is Yin and Yang flowing in them, Tai Chi Pisces swims slowly, and a Tai Chi picture that seems to be broken by the wind floats forward.

Following the trajectory of Yang Jian's shot just now, the slowly closing crack in the universe was filled by the way.

This seemingly powerless Taiji Diagram is like the sharpest blade in the world, cutting the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation directly from it, opening a small crack!

It was this crack that became the most critical point for the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation to be broken!

Four celestial techniques containing the power of elucidating and educating the four battle formations struck and bombarded the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation...

The light purple light wall that seemed unbreakable was first bombarded by the thunder of heaven, and then cut off by Yang Jian's offensive that contained the charm of opening heaven, and then the gap was opened by three top powers!

After all, it is broken, this wall of light that separates the immortals from explaining teachings and cutting off teachings, is finally broken!

At this time, the remaining 2,600 immortals of Jiejiao formed a large formation. Under the auspices of the Guiling Virgin, they mobilized endless vitality to protect themselves, trying to consume the magic power of the immortals.

But the four battle formations of Chanjiao are like four sharp knives, and they have to forcefully insert themselves into the big formation of Jiejiao to prevent the immortals of Jiejiao from reviving the formation of ten thousand immortals!

Yang Jian's battle formation was temporarily unable to move forward, and all the disciples looked tired, so they could only watch from afar.

Never been so tired before, Yang Jian sat on the cloud head, unable to move a finger.

Guang Chengzi angrily reprimanded, and the Fan Tianyin threw it at the Madonna of Guiling; the Madonna of Guiling was the weaker one among the eight disciples, but at this moment she was a little panicked, and she was able to withstand Guangchengzi's bombardment only with the attack of the Madonna of Wudang.

But Guangchengzi found the Guiling Virgin and urged him to move the Fantian Seal repeatedly. The Guiling Virgin's self-protection was worrying, and the defensive formation of the Jiejiao collapsed in an instant.

The battle formation of Jiejiao brazenly showed its power, the fairy light flickered, magic weapons roared away, and magical powers poured down on the surroundings.

Fighting to this day, it seems that there are so many immortals in Jiejiao, but in fact, there are not many real masters.

Those with a little bit of ability were secretly taken away by the western sect, and they retreated a little when they saw that the interception sect had nowhere to go.

Those who can stay here are all just thinking of their kindness to the Jiejiao, thinking of the enlightenment and teaching of the Master Tongtian, and sticking to this place...

A Jiejiao immortal who was only in the Golden Immortal realm died in battle, and a Jiejiao immortal who was considered to be a mid-level fighter in the Daluo realm died in battle. The impact on the fighting methods of the two religions at this time is actually not much different.

But before their eyes closed slowly, the images reflected in their eyes were all those years ago on the overseas fairy island, sitting around the young saint who liked to wear white clothes, listening to him talk about the way of practicing longevity...

"well."

Yang Jian looked ahead. This should be the biggest fight in the Conferred God Tribulation. The profound energy and profound handles in all parts of his body were rapidly filling up, but he still didn't have the thought of moving his fingers.

"Brother!"

Nezha rushed past Yang Jian with a pointed gun, "I'll help Master and the others!"

"Eldest brother, it's good to have a rest. It's really not easy for senior brother to break through the big formation today, so leave it to us."

Wei Hu also sidetracked, and chased Nezha together with Mu Zha and Huang Tianhua.

"Be careful..."

Yang Jian murmured, watching the four of them break into the chaotic battlefield and rushing to kill together, he was slightly relieved.

The third-generation disciples of Xiao Ban probably stood up on their own initiative when they recovered, and rushed towards the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation one after another.

After Yang Jian took a breath, he stood up slowly, and behind him more than a dozen third-generation disciples and disciples got up and looked at Yang Jian's back.

Holding the gun and walking forward, Yang Jian walked unhappily, but every step could attract more eyes from the Immortal Jiejiao.

Every step seems to be crushing the last obsession in the hearts of the immortals of Jiejiao.

Finally, Yang Jian grabbed the spear and let out a low growl, as if his whole body was engulfed by flames, he rushed directly into the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

That is the clear burning of the Profound Handle!

This time, Yang Jian didn't hold back any more, rushed into the Jiejiao immortals, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, resisting countless streams of light, and forcibly cut a way forward for the Jiejiao immortals.

How about killing evil!

What about that ridiculous benevolence!

What the hell is going on in this world, why is there such a catastrophe brewing, who is behind the scenes to stir up the wind and rain, so that only one can survive between explaining and cutting off teachings!

Yang Jian still knew too little about these things.

Guang Chengzi succumbed to this invisible hand, all he thought about was how to weaken the strength of Jiejiao Wanxian, so that Chanjiao could survive;

And he, Yang Jian, had no qualifications to get in touch with this level before, looking back now, how ridiculous it is to try to mess with Fengshen on his own...

Since it cannot be changed...

Since it was destined to end like this...

Then end the curtain as soon as possible!

Yang Jian seemed to be in a frenzy, and the long spear swayed endless light, as if there was only him waving his weapon and rushing forward in the world.

The eyes suddenly opened up, but there was an azure blue wall of light blocking him.

Inside is the Tongtian leader, one of the Sanqing and the Six Sages?

Suddenly, Yang Jian rushed in and asked Master Tongtian, what was Fengshen doing, why did he let so many immortals die in vain, and why did he personally ruin the most prosperous Daoism.

Just to cater to the so-called law of 'the prosperity must decline'?

Who can tell him the answer, who can come out and explain what's going on in this world!

Yang Jian suddenly turned around, without even looking at the blood of the immortals behind him, he turned and rushed towards the formation of Jiejiao immortals.

In the blue light wall, the young Taoist who saw this frowned slightly, and gently shook the six soul banner in his hand. Yang Jian, who was in the chaos of the battle, suddenly let out a miserable howl, and fell to the ground with his head in his hands and kept rolling.

The leader of Tongtian has made a move!

Although the timing of Liuhun Banner's attack was only a little earlier, it was still considered a shot.

Just in an instant, streams of light engulfed Yang Jian's figure, and when the streams of light dispersed, Yang Jian still just hugged his head and struggled, completely ignoring all the attacks around him.

The Jiejiao Immortal, who had lost his peak power, was now scattered in the formation, and was powerless to do anything to Yang Jian.

They could only watch helplessly, watching Yang Jian slowly get up from the ground, holding the spear, his trembling body was full of strength again, and those silent eyes ignited fire again.

So what about the six soul banners!

So what about the seventy-seventh seizure!

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth was bleeding, it was because he broke his teeth and bit off the tip of his tongue just now when resisting the Six Soul Banner, otherwise he would have passed out for a short time.

It is possible on weekdays, but not today.

Think about it, Yang Jian thinks about it, just like when he broke the fifth layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, these Jiejiao immortals retreated directly...

stop!

Today's battle is all over!

The names on the list of gods are gradually filling up, the luck in the heavens is becoming more and more abundant, the source of blessings that are constantly being damaged by the Taoist sect...

Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods.

Today may end early.

...

"Master, are we going to lose..."

The Holy Mother of Guiling murmured softly, looking around, the tragic scene of the immortal Jiejiao's continuous fall made her eyes blurred, and she almost forgot how to fight.

Do you ever remember...

Do you remember...

That day, the young Taoist suddenly broke into the island where they practiced, found a place to sit, and began to mutter some obscure scriptures.

They couldn't understand it, but they thought it was very interesting, and it seemed to be beneficial to them, so they leaned over to listen carefully.

This Taoist talked about a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years. They knew that this person was a saint in their ignorance, but they didn't feel that the saint was even half scary.

'Everything can be cultivated, and there is still a chance of life in the way of heaven, why can't all beings live forever? '

‘You guys who haven’t been enlightened, you know how to appreciate your kindness, why do you get these wild fruits for me? Who took this unripe melon! Stand up, really, I am not good at killing. '

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit flashed these situations inexplicably before her eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Turtle spirit! Be careful!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang, who was fighting with Daoist Yuding, shouted in a hurry, but the Holy Mother of Guiling couldn't react in time, and was hit on the forehead by the Great Seal of Heaven that fell from the sky.

Ni Gongwan was shattered, and her figure wrapped in an emerald green dress slowly fell between the sky and the earth, like a leaf falling from a branch.

'When did you get together so much? Reluctant to let me go? Ha ha ha ha! So how about dedicating this place to me and treating them all as my disciples? I just had a quarrel with my second senior brother and left Xianshan, worrying about having no place to stay. '

'Remember, this deity established the Jiejiao, which is to intercept a glimmer of life for the prehistoric creatures! '

"Master..."

After fighting for half a day, at dusk, the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit fell.

Master Tongtian shook the six soul banner again, and Yang Jian, who was chasing and killing the last hundreds of immortals, paused and fell to the ground immediately.

The Xianjiao Immortal behind Yang Jian was immediately disrupted from the pursuit formation, and the remaining hundreds of Jiaoxian fled into the last layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation amid the scolding of Our Lady of Wudang.

"How are you, nephew?"

"Master uncle has already made a move, why hasn't the teacher shown up yet?"

"Don't criticize the leader!"

Yang Jian just fainted for a while and then opened his eyes weakly. The real Yuding raised his hand and touched Yang Jian's forehead. Yang Jian let out a long sigh of relief, and his pale face became more bloody.

Slowly, he raised his finger and pointed to the last layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

Coincidentally, slight ripples appeared on the last layer of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, and gradually dissipated between the heaven and the earth, revealing the situation inside.

The hundreds of immortals who had just escaped, and the last hundreds of immortals, knelt beside the altar and kept crying out in mourning, while the young Taoist who had been sitting in the altar had slowly stood up.

The Taoist said nothing, just sighed softly, and the flag fluttered lightly in his hand.

Two figures appeared between heaven and earth, Laozi riding a bull, and Yuanshi Tianzun stepping on the fairy cloud, appeared in front of the immortals.

There are only more than two hundred Chanjiao Immortals who can stand at this time, but the core figures of Chanjiao are not too damaged, only more than 20 disciples of the third generation fell early.

"How about you?"

Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyes, "90% of the list of gods is full, do you want to continue fighting?"

"Wudang," Tongtian Sect Master stood beside the Six Soul Banner, with his hands behind his back, standing there quietly, "Take them out of Wubuzhou, and find a place to settle in the big world."

"Master!" The Holy Mother of Wudang had disbelief in her eyes.

This is, admit, admit defeat?

Master's face, is it going to be used to protect their unworthy disciples?

"I can't wait, Master! Disciple, don't leave!"

"Master!"

There is a Jiejiao immortal who grabs the ground with his head, his forehead is stained with dust, but his mouth is just mournful:

"Wish to coexist with my teaching! To die together! Master, Master!"

The Master Tongtian suddenly raised his hand and swiped, a sword light cut open the sky, breaking the layers of formations in the heavenly court, leaving terrifying ravines in the lower five heavens, and cutting off a corner of the Lingxiao Palace.

All the celestial beings of Chanjiao were horrified, but all the disciples of Jiejiao fell silent.

Lao Tzu sighed, "What do you want?"

"I want the world to crumble, and return to peace with my disciples who passed away."

The young Taoist was surrounded by a terrifying murderous aura, and the Qingyun brought by the appearance of the two saints was actually dispersed by this murderous aura.

In an instant, the entire eastern sky was pitch black, and the sun and the moon could not be seen.

Yuanshi Tianzun changed his face, and cursed: "Why are you still like this!"

"Isn't it?" Tong Tian chuckled, looking at the two elder brothers, "Isn't it?"

The saint with a young face suddenly showed a trace of anger, his eyes flashed with the supreme sword intent, and the Qingping sword in his hand kept trembling.

"I want to destroy the prehistoric world, who of you can stop me! Who can!"

When the sage was angry, the Dao of Heaven seemed to be trembling and begging for mercy, blood was shining everywhere in the world, and the Dao continued to collapse and reorganize...

Laozi frowned, and the two saints of the Western Church appeared in the distance, and the figure of the saint Nuwa also appeared on the South China Sea.

Tong Tian sneered, holding the Qingping sword in his hand, "Everyone is here, this time we will fight here, I can fight four, and I am not afraid to fight five of you."

As soon as he finished his words, a gleam of light slowly appeared in the sky in the east. It seemed to be a pagoda or a hall, crossing the void and coming from nowhere.

"Why bother?"

Just two faint words, the unspeakable Dao rhyme circulated between the sky and the earth, and the sky returned to clear in an instant.

At the corner of Zhou Jun, an unremarkable spearman slowly raised his head at this time, watching the ever-changing shape of the treasure hall, with a faint smile on his mouth.

"Why bother? Why are you talking about it? You big fish finally came out..."