The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The fighting in various parts of Central China has not stopped, but most of the immortal sects have surrendered or been destroyed.

In the sky above Nanzhan Buzhou, masters from Chaotian Pavilion kept flying over, and the figures formed a thick battle formation. However, this group of monks, with such a powerful strength gathered, could only keep retreating upwards.

All of them covered their faces with only their eyes exposed, and the eyes were full of fear, fear, hesitation and timidity.

Under this increasingly thick wall, there is a boundless black cloud, but there is only a solitary figure in the black cloud.

Holding a broken sword in his hand, the sky was surrounded by black clouds, and endless thunder flashed across his body. The whole world seemed to be trembling in the anger of one person at this moment.

Under the dark clouds, you can still see the flattened hilltops and corpses all over the ground.

Chaotian Pavilion had more than 2,000 masters gathered at the border of Nanzhou before, but they were attacked and killed by Yang Jian for no reason, and only 20% of the more than 2,000 masters escaped...

Among those who died were those who attacked Qingfenglan earlier.

Then, Yang Jian grabbed the broken sword that had been soaked in fairy blood, and walked towards Nantianmen step by step.

The members of the Chaotian Pavilion immediately mobilized tens of thousands of members, not knowing whether they wanted to retaliate or stop them, but at this moment they retreated step by step, from top to bottom, and had no intention of fighting Yang Jian at all.

After fighting for a while, the volcano in Yang Jian's heart was forcibly frozen by him.

He suddenly understood a truth...

There should never be an end to practice, and there should never be an upper limit to strength. Power, fame, and even infamy, as long as you can protect the people you care about, are not enough, far from enough!

If he was a saint, he wouldn't need his real body to rush back desperately today, and his incarnation would be enough to deal with today's events.

If he has enough vicious reputation, enough to suppress all Xiaoxiao, enough to make the man who is high above and planning the whole Three Realms have to face his threat, if...

"roll."

No mood swings could be heard, it seemed that it was just a syllable that came out of Yang Jian's mouth unintentionally, but it made the tens of thousands of people in Chaotian Pavilion tremble.

They couldn't even feel Yang Jian's murderous intent, but they felt the coolness of their hearts!

Maybe it's because the momentum is too terrifying, maybe it's because Yang Jian's aura is too domineering at this time...

"True Monarch," two figures flew from left to right, stood side by side, and bowed to Yang Jian in unison.

An old man and an old woman, with kind faces and benevolent eyes, concealed their own aura, barely offsetting the pressure Yang Jian put on this group of Chaotian Pavilion members.

The old man said: "Why is the real monarch so angry? If anyone in the Chaotian Pavilion offends the real monarch, I will make them apologize for the real monarch!"

"True Monarch, why do we have to fight with our own family?" The old woman smiled, "True Monarch, you..."

Yang Jian's somewhat dull eyes fell on the two of them, without saying much, the figure suddenly rushed forward.

Incarnation of Jinpeng, flying feathers escape the sky!

The sea-covering formation was activated, and the power of thirty-six sea-fixing divine beads penetrated the whole body, triggering a riot of eighty-one mysterious beads!

If you look at this place from thousands of miles away, you can see a golden lightning suddenly appearing in the black clouds in the sky, forcibly splitting the upper human wall, piercing through the entire battle formation in the blink of an eye, and flying towards the heaven.

"this……"

The old man's voice trembled subconsciously. He put his left hand behind his ear and put it in front of his eyes. The blood in his palm was still hot.

His left ear has disappeared.

And the old woman on the other side lost her right ear, and blood was still gushing like a fountain, and her eyes were full of horror at this time.

Before the magic power surged in the two of them had time to release, and even the most convenient weapon was too late to grasp in their hands, when the golden light passed by, they were already wounded!

The two of them are not ordinary quasi-sages. Although they have unlimited reputation in the prehistoric world, their abilities and supernatural powers are far higher than ordinary quasi-sages, and they are not far behind the eight direct disciples of Jiejiao.

These two have a high status in Chaotian Pavilion, and they are already one of the few people who are really in power.

But at this moment, the two of them suddenly realized that the things in this world were surprisingly absurd, and it was just a meeting...

If it wasn't their ears that Jinpeng spread its wings just now, but their necks...

The monks who were scattered by Jin Peng behind them were not so lucky. Hundreds of monks were seriously injured, but fortunately they were still alive.

The old woman asked in a low voice, "This, is this also the avenue of water?"

"Quick, go find out, who provoked Yang Jian earlier!"

The two looked at each other, and then got busy.

They had roughly expected that today Yang Jian might break the sky...

Where did Yang Jian show up in the first place, and what did he do? Although these things cannot be calculated, as long as you inquire in Chaotian Pavilion, there will always be results.

——It's not that they didn't pay attention to Yang Jian's incarnation before. Zhongshenzhou is too vast, and Chaotian Pavilion even launched an attack on all the immortal sects of Zhongshenzhou.

Gossip less, let's say that Yang Jian rushed to the bottom of the heavenly court, but was blocked by the great formation of the heavenly court and a large number of heavenly soldiers forming an formation here.

Large swaths of black clouds came from below, which really made these heavenly soldiers sweat. If they didn't know that it was Yang Jian who rushed up from below, they would have thought it was some kind of demon king who was attacking the sky.

"True Monarch, please stay still!"

One day, he boldly rushed to the front of the formation, and shouted at the golden fairy who was shooting from below: "Your Majesty the Jade Emperor ordered us to guard this place. Immortals, humans, gods, ghosts, spirits, demons, etc., are not allowed to step into the heaven without authorization!"

Only Yang Jian's cold snort was the only ones responding to the general, and Jin Peng who was passing by quickly.

This day, the general's cultivation is no higher than the Golden Immortal, he really couldn't see anything clearly, he just felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a gust of wind hit his face, which hurt his cheeks.

Subconsciously turned his head to look, this day will be from ear to ear for a while.

The large formation of heavenly soldiers, a large formation formed by hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers, unexpectedly broke a 'big hole' not far behind him.

The big hole was cut neatly, with a diameter of one zhang. The few heavenly soldiers behind them sat down on the cloud that was a thousand zhang high, and looked fine.

This is the first time that the Heavenly Soldiers Array has encountered such a situation of breaking the formation without hurting people!

However, before the Heavenly General had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the hole in the center of the formation suddenly collapsed, and the heavenly soldiers formation flashed randomly, and the next moment the entire line collapsed!

The one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers guarding this place vomited fairy blood one by one, their bodies were sluggish, and they sat and lay on the clouds.

On the contrary, those heavenly soldiers who were blown thousands of feet away still looked blankly at the shattering of the formation below, and their injuries were less serious.

A heavenly soldier was standing beside him, clutching his chest and shouting: "General! Hurry up and report to the Marshal! Zhenjun Erlang has rushed to the Nantian Gate!"

Tian Jiang smiled wryly, crushed a jade talisman in his arms, and stared blankly at the direction where Yang Jian disappeared.

There were several roaring sounds from above, it should be that Zhenjun Erlang was bombarding the battle formation outside the Nantianmen...

"These bastards!" Tian Jiang spat at Yun Xia, gritted his teeth and cursed.

At this time, there are already rumors in the Heavenly Court that the ones who have been bloodbathed in Shenzhou today are the cultivator forces secretly cultivated by His Majesty the Jade Emperor;

Although this matter was not clearly stated, most of the initial soldiers and horses in Chaotian Pavilion were heavenly soldiers and generals, so they naturally knew it well.

Now that Yang Jian is angry, it is obviously provoked by these shameless guys, but he wants the heavenly soldiers under his tent to be injured for nothing...

"Repair all departments! Hurry up and rescue the seriously injured!"

The general sighed, turned his head and ran to the nearest heavenly soldier, and cast a spell to help him.

boom--

There was thunder rolling overhead, and a fierce battle seemed to break out at the Nantian Gate. This day, the general looked up from time to time, but his consciousness was blocked by the boiling vitality outside the Nantian Gate.

The thunder continued, the roar continued, and a drop of still warm rainwater hit the left face of the general. He raised his hand to wipe it off, but his fingertips were covered with blood...

The Heavenly General was stunned for a moment, and looked up. In the dark clouds that permeated this corner of the heaven, one after another figures began to fall, with severed limbs and remnants in sight...

"Zhenjun actually opened the ring to kill?"

wrong……

The celestial general looked intently, and saw that the falling figures were not seriously injured, most of them had broken arms and legs, and their breathing was weak.

"Quick! Catch them!"

With the command of the heavenly general, the 100,000 heavenly soldiers who were already wounded had no choice but to bear the pain all over their bodies and once again formed a large formation.

It's just that the big formation is aimed at the heaven above.

In front of the Nantian Gate, the battle continues!

Yang Jian was surrounded by figures one after another, above his head, under his feet, and everywhere around him! Streams of light kept bombarding, trying to stop Yang Jian from approaching the Nantianmen.

He was holding a broken sword, his figure was as fast as a shadow, and the places he passed were like wind and clouds, and many figures fell from the sky.

He didn't say a word, and let those heavenly generals shout anxiously, Yang Jian remained silent.

There is no one enemy, no one who can stop him, these heavenly soldiers and those heavenly generals are not even as good as straws in front of him!

But at least, Yang Jian did not take the lives of these heavenly soldiers and generals.

If it were Chaotian Pavilion members, Yang Jian would not hesitate to kill them all the way, but most of these heavenly soldiers and generals have nothing to do with Chaotian Pavilion. It is not easy to practice and a catastrophe is ahead, Yang Jian did not really kill them.

Injuring their immortal bodies, they can recover with immortal methods, which is not too bad for Yang Jian and this world.

With nothing in front of his eyes, Yang Jian rushed out of the 'big ball', and without stopping, he rushed towards the Nantian Gate in front of him.

In front of the South Gate, Mo Liqing, Mo Lihong and other four heavenly kings were holding magic weapons. Seeing Yang Jian rushing straight at this time, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

The four brothers have been discussing for a long time, they were sent to guard the important area of ​​Nantianmen, and they have a lot of authority. Now that they saw their opponents in the Conferred God War, although they were a little scared, they didn't want to lose face.

"Yang Jian!" Mo Lihong yelled, "This Nantian Gate is not a place for you to run wild! You are just the marshal of the Heavenly Court, and the leader is stationed outside, how dare you dare to break into the Heavenly Court! If you don't hurry up, you will be arrested. Follow me to the Lingxiao Palace to plead guilty!"

Yang Jian ignored it and just moved forward.

The Four Heavenly Kings looked at each other, and immediately joined forces to activate the magic weapon.

In an instant, I saw the Qingfeng Sword, Jasper Pipa, Hunyuan Bead Umbrella, and Purple Gold Flower Fox Mink rising into the air together. The sword was sharp, the pipa was playing, and the umbrella was spinning.

Yang Jian didn't raise his head, but grabbed it with his free left hand.

There was a sound of tumbling waves, and Yang Jian raised his left hand with a huge profound energy, condensed a huge palm, directly strangled the neck of the Zijinhua fox mink, and flung it at the Nantianmen.

Before the mink could shrink in size, with a huge force, it knocked away the sword, the pipa, and the umbrella, and its huge body suddenly mounted on the two jade pillars in the center of the Nantianmen!

then……

The fairy pillar collapsed!