The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It seems that the solidified chaotic sea was opened up by the high wall, and the sky was hazy, and the earth was hazy.

Step on it, like cotton wool, as if the universe and the years have been frozen here; when you look up, you can see the 'sky', but it is just above the head, as if it will be pressed down at any time.

The root cause of such a beautiful scene is that dark high wall.

It stands at the end of this world full of human figures, surrounded by a colorful wall of light, which cuts off all means of detection - divine sense, supernatural power, and eyesight, making it impossible to see through.

It was a grand formation that Yang Jian had never seen before. It resisted the continuous bombardment ahead, and from time to time, hurricanes and sky fires would blow out, steaming and burning the crowded spirits ahead.

If you look carefully, there are still many precious lights flashing in the formation, which makes the masters of the spirit clan army fall from time to time.

There were not too many shouts of killing, fear, despair, and madness; the war here seemed to have never stopped from ancient times to the present, and those spirit races that kept turning into powder were really like cannon fodder, with no effect at all.

A steady stream of spirit clan troops poured into the battlefield, constantly taking over the vacancies ahead, rushing towards the dark city wall...

The dozen or so Da Luo Jin Yao who were exploring the chaos together kept saying something, as if they were overwhelmed by the scene, and hesitated to join the battle.

"Fellow daoists, please go this way, the battle is at a stalemate, we should hurry up."

Da Luo, who was in charge of escorting them, said something in a low voice, and Yang Jian and Ao Xinke followed directly. The dozen or so big Luo Jinyao discussed for a while, as if they didn't want to lose to these two prehistoric humans, and they also walked together.

"Your Excellency, please lead the way."

"Fellow daoists, please be more courteous when you see Lord Spirit Master."

The big Luo of the alien race gave instructions with a smile, and led them to fly towards the front of the battle.

At first glance at this place, the endless world is densely packed with endless figures of alien races, and its scale is dozens of times larger than the fighting skills of millions of monks in the prehistoric world.

But if you look carefully, you can see that the vast number of spirit race creatures are actually isolated from each other according to four areas, and they have formed a large formation similar to the four elephants. The large formation is also constantly squeezing the walls of Xuandu City...

Yang Jian sighed softly.

"Husband, what's the matter?" Ao Xinke asked with concern.

Yang Jian sighed: "I can't bear to think that I will fight with them in the next ten thousand years, and maybe kill countless creatures with my own hands."

Ao Xinke nodded lightly, besides holding Yang Jian's arm and leaning against Yang Jian's side, she didn't know how to comfort her.

At this moment, a voice like a crow came from behind the two of them.

"Oh, you two little fellows of the human race, if you are afraid, go back to the prehistoric practice! This is not a place you can get tired of! Shame on you!"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and glanced at the rather handsome Da Luo Jin Yao.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian only had a little killing intent in his heart, the flying figure of the big Luo Jinyao suddenly stopped, phantoms of colorful feathers were tied up all over his body, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Be careful what you say, I don't want to get rid of the demon guard right now."

Yang Jian said something lightly, and then led Ao Xinke forward.

The other Da Luo Jin Yao were about to utter an angry reprimand, but that Da Luo Jin Yao hurried forward, preventing all the brothers from standing up for him.

"No, no..."

This is a golden rooster that has become a spirit. It became a big Luo in ancient times. Because it was dissatisfied with the arrogance of some demon clan officials in the ancient heaven, it entered chaos with all its friends and never returned to the prehistoric world.

The golden rooster essence trembled uncontrollably, "Don't mess with him! Trust me, don't mess with this person."

A few Da Luo Jin Yao frowned tightly, but a few Da Luo Jin Yao looked pensive.

Yi Yao said in a low voice: "Golden Rooster Lingjue is a gifted talent, and has avoided countless disasters for us, you must believe it."

"What is the background of this little human... little monk? Why haven't we heard of it before?"

"I'm afraid it's a ruthless person who has recently attained enlightenment. I don't know which ancient and powerful disciple it is. We haven't returned to the prehistoric world for a long time, and we can get very little information. We will know his details after a little testing."

Golden Rooster Essence couldn't help but think of Yang Jian's eyes before, and his Adam's apple trembled, "It's better, don't try it."

Ahead, the big Luo of the foreign race kept all these in his eyes, and his attitude towards Yang Jian was a little more respectful, and he turned his head and shouted: "Friends, please hurry up."

These ten Da Luo Jin Yao followed from a distance, but they did not get close to Yang Jian and Ao Xinke.

Fortunately, after flying for a while, they merged with other Da Luo Jinxians who had just come from the Wuling Realm. The total number exceeded a hundred, and they gathered into a 'torrent' of masters that could not be ignored, and flew to a huge palace near the front line.

This palace is actually an innate spiritual treasure!

Yang Jian was a little surprised, how much material would it take to refine such a magnificent innate spirit treasure, and how long would it take to advance to an innate spirit treasure?

Those are all unknowns.

The word "Wu Ling" hangs in front of the hall, and there are a group of Lingzu women in cool clothes in front of the door. In the eyes of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, they are all beautiful women with exotic customs, but their cultivation is not bad. There are more than a dozen Daluo mixed in among them.

Obviously, all the masters in the Wuling Palace were sent to attack Xuandu City, and there are definitely more than just guards here on weekdays.

The ten foreign Da Luo who led Baiduo Luo bowed to the hall, then turned and left.

Among the guards of the Wuling Lord, the foreign woman with the highest cultivation level stepped forward and bowed two kinds of salutes to Bai Daluo in front of her.

One is the elegant and dignified bowing salute often made by prehistoric women; the other is the bowing salute commonly used by alien races and spiritual races with their hands folded over their chests...

Although the waves are turbulent, it is also a good skill to not show anything.

"Thank you for your help. The legacy of Xuandu City should be shared by the creatures of the Chaos Sea. We will definitely be able to open the formation of Xuandu City this time!"

The woman of the foreign race spoke powerfully, but unfortunately the big Luo monks in front did not respond.

Most of this group of big Luos came from prehistoric backgrounds, and most of them had participated in such a battle more than once, so they were all very calm at this time, with no fluctuation in their eyes.

"Fellow daoists, please," the woman bowed and made a gesture of invitation, and all the Daluos entered the hall.

The main hall is like the crystal palace of the Dragon Clan, magnificent and quite noble.

Stepping on the ground paved with flowing light and crystal stones, admiring the crystal pillars that are like ice edges but with a certain natural beauty, Bai Daluo walked to the depths of the hall step by step.

In the deepest part, there is a curtain, and more than a dozen generals of the spirit clan with fierce auras are standing there waiting, and some of them look anxiously.

Obviously, this is the subordinate of the Wuling Lord, waiting here to 'distribute' reinforcements.

Yang Jian said to Ao Xinke: "Do you want to take them all at once?"

"My lord, there are seven or eight quasi-sages among them, and I can't understand the strength of two of them, so be careful."

Yang Jian nodded, "That's right, we haven't fought against the Spirit Race before, and we don't know what they are capable of. I thought, it's best to beat them to the bone once, so that we can feel more comfortable after tens of thousands of years."

Ao Xinke chuckled, and leaned against Yang Jian, "You have the final say, if you don't have a strong enemy, don't throw me into your belt."

After coming out of Honghuang, she seemed to have a little change in temperament.

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, stood still, and mixed with Ao Xinke among the masters, standing in a corner relatively in front.

Behind the curtain that concealed the prying eyes of the divine sense, a slender body could be faintly seen getting up from the soft couch, and slowly saluted to the bottom, doing the chest covering salute of the spirit clan.

I just don’t know if this Mist Spirit Lord is equally turbulent but not revealing at all...

A dao rhyme of quasi-sacred realm circulated, and this dao rhyme made Yang Jian feel contemptuous in his heart.

This Wu Lingzhu might not have a low level of cultivation, but he can be regarded as a half-strong enemy.

However, Ao Xinke immediately sent a message to Yang Jian: "She was injured, the injury is not serious, Daoji is even a little damaged, and there seems to be an unresolved yin and yang force in her body."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows immediately.

The power of yin and yang? Could it be that Master Xuandu returned to Xuandu City in time and wounded the Four Spirit Lords?

Then I heard the weak voice of the Wuling Lord:

"Thank you fellow daoists for coming to help. Now that the battle is urgent, I and the other three spirit masters shot at the same time and wounded the defenders of Xuandu City. This is an unprecedented opportunity."

Many Da Luo who came to help were shocked.

Yang Jian frowned slightly... Are the other three spirit masters strong? With Wu Lingzhu, he could actually hurt Master Xuandu?

Or, the uncle was seriously injured when killing Qianhong?

Yes!

In order to kill Qianhong, Master Xuandu turned into black and white double shadows, arranged the peerless fierce formation, gathered the power of the six saints and several masters, and 'trapped' Qianhong just now.

And the inexplicably strong ax he shot must have shattered the formation arranged by Xuandu the moment before it shattered Qianhong!

It is also possible that Xuandu was backlashed by the formation because of this!

Yang Jian frowned, luckily they didn't come too late, otherwise Master Xuandu might really have an accident.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Yang Jian has to fight today with the fog spirit master and the prehistoric monks and chaotic creatures present.

Yang Jian pulled Ao Xinke's wrist, and the latter seemed to have mind reading skills, knowing what Yang Jian was going to do at this time.

Before Yang Jian could speak, Ao Xinke had already let go of her breath, and the Sushui Taixuan Daoyun slowly spread, and there seemed to be the sound of rushing streams in the hall.

"Oh?" The Wuling Lord's voice was somewhat pleasantly surprised, "I didn't expect that such a master would come to help out today, and I invite this... two people to come forward. Come here, move the seats."

As soon as Ao Xinke's quasi-sage rhyme appeared, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke immediately stood out from the flock, and Da Luo, who was around him, whether he was born in the wild or born in chaos, subconsciously retreated, his face full of vigilance.

Yang Jian bowed his hands to Lord Wuling, and was hugged by Ao Xinke. He walked out of the crowd step by step, and sat down safely under the high platform and in front of the curtain.

At this moment, the eyeballs of the dozen or so Da Luo Jin Yao almost popped out, and the Golden Rooster Essence patted his chest, and said in a low voice: "It really is like this, I feel right, these two people really shouldn't be provoked."

"Hmph, I thought this kid was a ruthless guy, but I didn't expect it to be that girl's doll."

"Shut up, keep quiet, even if you pass on the sound, don't be careless, who knows what skills this woman has."

Sure enough, Ao Xinke turned her head to look at the big Luo Jinyao who just said Yang Jian, with a little anger in her beautiful eyes, the latter turned pale and bowed her head quickly.

The strong are always strong, and in a nearly disordered environment like chaos, the strong are more deterrent.

Master Wu Ling said directly: "The two must be other conditions, why not say it quickly, the front is tight, and we are short of two such experts to help."

"There is indeed a condition," Yang Jian nodded. He wanted to say something domineering, "I will borrow your head", but when the words came to his lips, it became, "Fellow Daoist still refuses to meet?"

The Wuling Lord laughed, "I was negligent."

After saying that, the curtain slowly opened towards the two sides, and in an instant, the whole hall seemed much brighter.