The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"My lord, why is this so?"

The leader of Chaotian Pavilion looked at Yang Jian with a little sarcasm in his eyes, "I don't want to hurt the incarnation of Zhenjun either, why don't Zhenjun retreat here."

Yang Jian's incarnation is already somewhat 'transparent' at this time, which is a sign that the Xuangang and Xuanqi are about to run out.

It's the end of the battle.

"What is your dao name?" Yang Jian said suddenly, his words were still very calm.

The commander bowed his hands to Yang Jian and said with a smile, "Guo Xinkui, commander of Chaotian Pavilion."

Yang Jian nodded and sighed softly: "I seldom threaten others. I do it to Yaozu, I do it to Jiejiao, and I should do it to you today. But my incarnation really can't stop you, so I have to threaten you."

"Heh," Guo Xinkui smiled softly and charmingly, as if he was really amused by Yang Jian, "I often hear people say that the real king rarely talks too much in battle, and he is very decisive in killing. Today, he actually broke the precept once for the sake of the poor. It is really a blessing for the poor."

Yang Jian's gaze burst into a compelling light, and Guo Xinkui's smile suddenly froze on his face, which was extremely stiff.

Yang Jian said again: "You retreat today, I am a stranger to you. If you take the life of my friend Lu Chunyang today, I will definitely not let you survive the sunset."

After saying these words, Yang Jian walked in the air and walked towards this person slowly.

Guo Xinkui narrowed his eyes slightly, cupped his hands at Yang Jian, and replied, "Your orders must not be disobeyed, even if you want to offend the real king, the poor should obey the order of the pavilion master, and kill the reincarnation of the Eastern prince today!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and the incarnation, which could not hold on for too long, suddenly rushed forward.

Guo Xinkui was always a little apprehensive, not daring to really break Yang Jian's avatar, and retreated violently, easily throwing Yang Jian's avatar behind him.

At this point in the battle, Yang Jian's incarnation was already on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't burst into extreme speed at all, nor could he display any supernatural powers.

Yang Jian knew that there might be quite a few people watching this place, looking at his distressed appearance with magical powers from a distance, but he didn't care...

At this time, the heart is already a little cold, and if this cold heart turns into cold heart, it is inevitable that there will be a murder today.

Today, he might really be unable to protect Lu Chunyang...

today……

Yang Jian suddenly let out a roar, and turned into a shooting star and rushed towards Guo Xinkui, his face was full of anger, which almost set the world on fire.

Guo Xinkui frowned slightly. This evil cultivating ability was emerging endlessly, and suddenly dozens of blood-colored spears appeared. The spears intertwined and crossed, turned into a prison cage, and directly stopped Yang Jian's incarnation.

The evil cultivator sneered halfway, turned his head and rushed towards Qingfenglan's mountain protection formation.

At this moment...

"Big brother!"

A familiar voice came from the clouds, and several figures quickly descended.

Yang Jian turned his head abruptly, glared at the few people flying over, and let out a low growl: "Go back!"

It was none other than Nezha, Lei Zhenzi and Huang Tianhua who had broken through the barrier of the Nantian Gate, followed by a few shadowy figures chasing after him, all of whom were leaders among the three generations of disciples who had fought behind Yang Jian for many years and taught.

Yang Jian's low growl caught the first three of them by surprise.

"Elder brother?"

Nezha stared at Yang Jian and shouted, "Brother, we are here to help you!"

"Go back!" Yang Jian's face became more stern. Although his figure was already flickering and he was trapped in a cage made of blood-colored spears, his majesty was still there.

Yang Jian adjusted his breathing and said calmly: "Today's matter has nothing to do with you. If you still recognize me as a big brother, don't interfere."

"But, senior brother, why should we be afraid of them!" Nezha said anxiously, even a little awkwardly.

He didn't understand, and he didn't understand why they were reprimanded by Yang Jian in this way after breaking through many obstacles to come here.

"Today, I can't save my best friend and make friends. If you stay here again, do you want me to feel guilty for this life!"

Yang Jian's voice was a little trembling, and he slammed his fist on the spear in front of him, directly shattering the cage around him, and almost roared to the sky: "Go back!"

Gritting his teeth, Nezha stepped on the Hot Wheels and fled directly to the southwest, "I'll invite Master to come!"

Huang Tianhua was about to rush down without saying a word, but Lei Zhenzi grabbed his shoulder and dragged him back.

Those disciples of the third generation of Jiejiao who flew to support also stopped, staring at Yang Jian's figure one by one, and slowly backed away.

Yang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, turned around and took a breath, and his avatar fell sharply downward.

Nezha and the others still have insufficient cultivation, even if they join forces, they are not the opponents of the leader of Chaotian Pavilion; if they can fight Guo Xinkui, Yang Jian will not stop them like this, but if...

It was because of my lack of strength that I couldn't save Lu Chunyang, and let a few juniors who have already entered the heavenly court and practiced at ease lose their lives and ruin their futures, what is that?

It was Nezha who came, and all the uncles and uncles did not come to help, so why did Yang Jian not know what to be afraid of?

What right does he have to drag Chanjiao into this quagmire for the sake of his friend's life?

After all, it is himself who is friends with Lu Chunyang, and he has no right to kidnap Nezha and the others to take this risk.

As for Master...

Yang Jian really doesn't have such a face, please master to work hard for me again!

Conversely, if he agreed to the assistance of Nezha and others, or invited Master to rescue him, where would Lu Chunyang be placed?

The wind was whistling beside his ears, and Yang Jian's vision was slightly blurred. The large formation below was already dark and dark, and was about to collapse completely. However, the blood-robed evil cultivator continued to attack, and he did not pay any attention to Yang Jian's incarnation.

Finally, Yang Jian's figure was in front of the mountain guard formation, staring at the evil cultivator's figure.

"Yang Jian! Enough! You go!"

Lu Chunyang shouted in the battle, but Yang Jian turned a deaf ear.

"My lord, why is this so?"

Guo Xinkui sneered, his mockery became more severe, he poked his fingers down, beams of light blasted around Yang Jian's body, without hurting Yang Jian's body, but kept shaking the mountain guard formation.

It's just an incarnation, if you die, you will die. Anyway, the power of the primordial spirit will stay here and wait for the main body to collect it. What you lose is just a little mental strength...

"The big formation can't hold it anymore!"

"Fight with them!"

"Master! Even if we have exterminated the primordial spirit today, we will not be insulted like this by them!"

In a daze, Yang Jian felt that there was an empty space below, and there was a breeze blowing into his neck.

The big formation is finally broken...

A flash of sword light suddenly erupted from below, and hundreds of attacks came from bottom to top, but it was the monks in the mountains who fought back desperately, fighting with all their strength at the moment when the formation was broken!

The middle-aged Taoist nun in Chaotian Pavilion scolded coldly: "Finished formation!"

Guo Xinkui's cold face was quite ferocious, and with the joy of getting his revenge, he laughed a dozen times, raised his hand and pointed down!

"Destroy the fairy gate here!"

The attack was like rain, hundreds of figures in the sky and the ground fought staggeredly, streams of light pierced the sky, and the earth roared...

Yang Jian grabbed the spear in his hand and wanted to move forward, but was grabbed by a hand and slammed to the ground.

The figure of Lu Chunyang jumped over Yang Jian, turned into a sword with his body, and rushed towards Guo Xinkui at the same time as the head of Qingfenglan.

Just as Yang Jian was about to struggle to get up, his shoulders were held down by two small hands, his legs softened, and he sat cross-legged on the ground in disappointment.

"True Monarch, don't let us pay back your kindness in our next life."

He Mudan stood beside Yang Jian, raised her hand and pressed Yang Jian to the ground, while two female fairies from Qingfenglan came and drew formations on the ground, trapping Yang Jian, who had lost much strength, here.

"Thank you, Zhenjun, for protecting us today. Master is right. Cultivating the Dao requires longevity, so there is no one who will not suffer disaster."

"Zhenjun is really handsome and powerful," the two female fairies said with a smile, "I really envy Princess Wanzhi..."

He Mudan wiped the corners of his eyes, looked up at the fierce battle in the air, "Zhenjun, I offended you today, so I will accompany him to meet the enemy."

Yang Jian's voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a low voice: "It's okay even if my avatar is broken... Maybe they are afraid of me, if I use this body to protect Brother Lu..."

"True Lord..." He Mudan hesitated to speak, and finally just smiled sadly, raised a fairy sword, and his figure turned into a streamer and rushed into the air.

"We are also going to help in the fight," the two female fairies of Qingfenglan bowed to Yang Jian.

One said in a low voice: "If the true king can protect those disciples underground, I will repay the true king's kindness in the next life."

After saying that, the two women bowed to each other and went to the place of chaotic war together.

Yang Jian can only watch, he can only watch at this moment, unable to get out of the formation, can only keep watching...

Watching people falling from the sky, watching the two female immortals who just flew to fight one after another, watching He Mudan in the blood formation, watching Lu Chunyang being hit by several streamers and breaking the fairy sword...

"ah!"

Yang Jian raised his head and roared, and suddenly raised his sword and chopped off his own neck, and the avatar exploded directly.

It was dark before his eyes, and his mind returned to his body in an instant.

In the chaotic sea, inside the flying boat, Yang Jian's left hand resting on the wall of the boat trembled slightly, and waves of profound energy rushed into the flying boat frantically. The large formations in the flying boat were constantly flickering, as if they would open at any time...

I couldn't help it, I couldn't help the choking sound in my throat, which made Ao Xinke's small hands tremble, and her eyes were red.

She didn't speak, but hugged Yang Jian tightly, trying to calm Yang Jian's mind on the verge of going berserk.

"How long...how long!"

"A moment."

Yang Jian tightly closed his eyes, as if enduring some kind of pain.

Some kind of resistance suddenly appeared in front of him, it seemed that the world began to reject Yang Jian again, but Yang Jian's fighting power was much higher than when he left, and such rejection was helpless to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stood up abruptly, and Ao Xinke quickly hugged Yang Jian, "Don't worry, my husband! We will be able to go back!"

"Go to the ancient pilgrimage road and wait for me back at the Dragon Palace. Be careful on the way, the prehistoric is not very safe."

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, slowly broke away from Ao Xinke's hands, rushed out of the flying boat, and flew away in the direction of Honghuang Wubuzhou.

Seventy-two transformations, the great art of flying feathers to escape the sky, is not much different from the speed in the flying boat.

But fast for half a moment, slow for half a moment, it doesn't make much sense at this time...

The fire and phoenix crossed the sky, piercing through the chaotic atmosphere, as if it was about to sweep the entire world.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Yang Jian didn't feel how long or short the time was. His Dao heart was now filled with anger and resentment. The only thing that kept his mind from collapsing was the only glimmer of hope...

He can't mess himself up, he has to stay rational, otherwise Lu Chunyang may really be doomed.

With nothing in front of his eyes, Yang Jian broke into the void beyond the prehistoric Wubuzhou, and also broke into the prison of the prehistoric heaven.

An invisible solid wall stood in front of him, Yang Jian ignored it, and directly smashed the barrier of heaven, with a soft snort, the mysterious beads around him lit up, and the barrier of heaven and earth disappeared instantly.

But inexplicably, black and red aura appeared around Yang Jian's body, which was the karma transformed by the power of heaven.

Breaking into the land of Wubuzhou, there are black clouds in front of and behind Yang Jian, and the thunder is flashing, as if he wants to chop Yang Jian, but he is afraid of angering Yang Jian and dare not really fall down...

Just like that, Yang Jian rushed to the border between Dongsheng Shenzhou and Zhong Shenzhou with endless black clouds and vast heavenly power.

The power of the primordial spirit that he left there was pointing out the direction for him, with the billowing black clouds and endless thunder, and the long howling sound of Ruo mourning, Yang Jian rushed to the sky above Qingfenglan.

There was no one left below, and the remaining vitality fluctuations proved that there was a big battle here a while ago.

Several mountain peaks have collapsed, and the main peak has collapsed into a big pit downward. Yang Jian dissipated and transformed into a human body. The power of the primordial spirit on the ground returned by itself, but there were scenes that Yang Jian didn't want, didn't dare, didn't want to see.

Falling on the main peak, standing next to a broken sword, the boulder on the ground was stained with blood. Yang Jian saw two figures embracing each other, pierced by hundreds of blood blades falling from the sky, and engulfed by a bloody flame...

Yang Jian fell to the ground, slid his fingers across the broken sword, stared blankly at the broken sword for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long...

"Brother Lu, I'll take you to find them for an explanation."

Holding the broken sword, Yang Jian slowly stood up, the aura around his body grew from nothing to flourish, distorted the universe, suppressed the principles of Taoism, and rushed straight to Xiaohan like a volcano erupting!