The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Usually, when monks fight, there is a lot of movement, but today, a roar was quite ear-piercing, making everyone who heard it shudder.

The Nantian Gate that has been standing for an unknown number of years, the Nantian Gate that still stands even when the Heavenly Court is the weakest, symbolizes the Nantian Gate that the Heavenly Court controls the ordinary world...

With a roar, the two central jade pillars collapsed! The white jade archway hanging on it, and the plaque of 'South Heaven Gate' were also directly shattered under the bombardment of a tremendous force!

The mink was lying there languidly, fortunately it was a magic weapon, otherwise he would definitely not be able to survive at this moment.

Not long after taking office, the Four Heavenly Kings, who were nominally appointed as the protectors of the Western religion, but actually still served in the Heavenly Court, stood there in a daze at this moment, together with the heavenly soldiers guarding in front of the South Heaven Gate, they almost forgot what to do.

After that roar, the place became extremely quiet, and Yang Jian's figure rushed forward, jumped over the collapsed Nantian Gate without hindrance, and rushed into the heavenly court.

In the past, Yang Jian held a mountain axe and fought against the heavenly generals in front of the Nantian Gate to save his mother, and entered the Nantian Gate with difficulty step by step.

Now, with just a random slap, the Nantian Gate fell, the Four Heavenly Kings were defeated, and no one dared to stop Yang Jian's figure.

Not long after, the heavenly court was shaken, and a decree flew out from the Lingxiao Palace, enshrined in the heavenly court, and the righteous gods everywhere were congested towards Yang Jian's only way to the Lingxiao Palace.

Just as Yang Jian rushed through a sky tower, he was stopped by dense figures covering the sky and the sun.

Several old gods in the heaven hurried forward, shouting in a hurry:

"True Monarch! Don't make any regrets!"

"Zhenjun! What happened? He was so anxious that he smashed the gate of heaven! But do you have something important to report to His Majesty the Jade Emperor?"

These old gods are still thinking about giving Yang Jian a step down, so that today's matter will not end unfavorably.

But Yang Jian didn't appreciate it, his face was indifferent without any fluctuation, and he walked forward step by step.

The coercion around him is his warning to those who stand in the way ahead.

The power of the Dinghai Shenzhu just obtained, through the sea-covering formation, blesses himself, even Yang Jian doesn't know where his upper limit is at this time.

But even if the sage stood in front of him today, he would never look back!

"True Monarch," a veteran of the heavenly court shouted, "can you tell me why you forced your way through the gate of heaven?"

Yang Jian glanced at this person, looked down at the broken sword in his hand, and walked a little faster than before.

"Finished formation!"

"The imperial order of the Lingxiao Palace! Erlang Xiansheng broke into and destroyed the gate of heaven without the emperor's order. All the gods please show their magical powers and capture Yang Jian to the front of the Lingxiao Palace! Wait for what happens!"

"True Monarch, stop!"

The heavenly generals in the clouds were shouting, the white-haired gods were declaring their decrees loudly, and when the heavenly soldiers lined up, the battle armors collided and made a neat sound, pushing the atmosphere to the point of tension again.

But Yang Jian did not stop from the beginning to the end, and was still rushing forward at this time.

The Heavenly Soldiers raised their guns, but the dozens of Heavenly Soldiers in the outermost circle who were really facing Yang Jian couldn't help but start to retreat at this moment.

"True Monarch!" A heavenly general who was originally a Jiejiao Immortal scolded: "Don't make it difficult for me to wait!"

"Step aside."

Just as Yang Jian said so, a group of heavenly soldiers twitched their Adam's apples, but they didn't dare to move.

Once again, Yang Jian rushed forward suddenly, and the figures of Dao Dao were knocked and flew around, but he didn't move his fists or kicks, and went straight through the big formation.

A few loud shouts came from the front, "Heavenly Court is the most important place in the Three Realms, who dares to disturb the Heavenly Court!"

Dozens of auras staggered and swept up in front of them, suppressing the 'Heavenly Land' within a radius of a hundred miles.

It was those masters who were enshrined in the heavenly court, and moved back and forth between the heavenly court and the Chaotian Pavilion. At this time, because of the incident in Zhong Shenzhou, the heavenly court only left fifty priests, and all of them blocked Yang Jian's way.

Among these offerings are seven or eight unnamed quasi-sages, more than a dozen Daluo peaks, and others also have supernatural powers and spirit treasures to protect them.

Seeing that Yang Jian just came here without saying a word, the group of heavenly court priests quickly set up three major formations as if facing an enemy, and six quasi-sages lined up in a six-pointed formation, and their aura was locked on Yang Jian.

With the three-pointed and two-edged gun in hand, Yang Jian took a light breath, and the profound energy surged back like a tide, pushing him to the peak.

With a flash of figure, Yang Jian broke into the big formation in front; these dozens of heavenly priests shot at the same time, a strand of mana intertwined, and many illusions emerged, finally trapping Yang Jian in the formation...

but……

From the moment Yang Jian entered the formation, cracks appeared in the formation constantly, and judging from the mana consumption of this group of priests, it seemed that they couldn't hold on for a while.

On the road ahead, many immortal gods gathered to watch the battle, more than half of the more than 300 Qingfu righteous gods who had just entered the heavenly court came, but they lacked such powerful figures as the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and Fairy Bixiao.

——These characters are naturally unwilling to be trapped by the list of gods, and they are searching for ways to advance on the road of practice in retreat.

Zhao Gongming was wearing a God of Wealth hat and a toga with golden silk and jade strands. He was shaking his head and supporting his beard, frowning and thinking about something.

The gods who were born in Jiejiao are naturally headed by him, and at this time many people are persuading Zhao Gongming to take the opportunity to join forces to take down Yang Jian, which can not only claim credit in front of the Jade Emperor, but also avenge his death when he was awarded the god list.

The happiest one was the long-eared Dingguang Immortal. This guy's official position was neither big nor small, and he had gained some real power in the Heavenly Court at this time.

A god said: "In my opinion, this is a god-given opportunity; even if Yang Jian is the Jade Emperor's nephew, but he knocked down the Nantian Gate and injured so many heavenly soldiers and generals, the Jade Emperor can't favor him."

But there are also fairies from Jiejiao who said: "Conferring the gods is a matter of the Taoist family, and Yang Jian is a disciple of Chanjiao, so it is reasonable to go to Chanjiao."

"If Yang Jian's position was changed to someone else, he might do even better than him. Although we are at odds with him, we must not forget that he also captured many of his fellow disciples alive instead of killing them, which can be regarded as saving a little vitality for Jiejiao."

"Speaking like this is a bit unreasonable. Could it be that senior brother, you intend to make friends with Zhenjun Erlang?"

"Hmph! Your words are really too harsh!"

There was a noise in his ears, which made Zhao Gongming a little annoyed, so he turned his head and cursed:

"Okay! All of them are gods with heads and faces, can they look like gods!"

A group of righteous gods laughed endlessly, and they didn't say much.

Holding a wine glass and jug, Qiong Xiao blushed and muttered, "What are we messing around with today, can we keep Yang Jian together? This guy just went for a stroll in Xuandu City, and he seems to have taken some kind of magic elixir that is perfect and powerful, and his cultivation has increased by an unknown amount compared to before!"

"Alas," Zhao Gongming shook his head and sighed for a while. The God of Wealth somehow guessed that Yang Jian had gathered thirty-six Dinghai God beads, and he was hit hard at this time.

"It seems that Senior Brother Xuandu already knew where the remaining beads were."

"Who is he?" Qiong Xiao leaned over and raised an eyebrow at Zhao Gongming, "Don't compare us old disciples of saints with rising disciples of saints."

Zhao Gongming snorted: "What am I comparing to! It's just a feeling, it's just a feeling!"

Just as he was speaking, dozens of streamers of light flashed across the Nantian Gate, and stopped on the large formation where Yang Jian and Tianting enshrined the fighting method, showing their figures.

Guangchengzi, Taiyi Zhenren...

Nearly half of the elucidation and teaching masters came, and each of them kept spreading their voices, obviously not yet discussing how to deal with the current situation.

In fact, they had three choices - don't ask, stand on the sidelines, stop Yang Jian, or help Yang Jian.

Beside Daoist Taiyi, Nezha was eager to grab the fire-pointed gun. If Daoist Taiyi hadn't used his force to press him down, Nezha would have rushed down on the hot wheel.

After the Jiejiao Immortal arrived, it was almost time for a cup of tea, and the big formation that trapped Yang Jian collapsed, and a fire phoenix flew up into the sky, transforming into Yang Jian's figure in the sky.

Abandoning dozens of seriously injured Tianting priests behind him, he continued to move forward.

"Yang Jian!" Master Taiyi frowned and shouted.

Only then did Yang Jian notice the teaching immortals standing not far away, holding a broken sword. Yang Jian made a salute to the teachers in the door, then turned and continued on.

He didn't speak, but he actually showed his attitude.

Neither aid nor hinder.

After several checkpoints, the Lingxiao Palace has appeared in the clouds.

In front of him, the immortals who were granted the title of Jiejiao watched from the sidelines, while dozens of immortals from Chanjiao and Zhou Jun surrounded them. Some called the prime minister, some called senior brother and senior nephew, and they were all asking what happened to Yang Jian.

What the group of heavenly soldiers and generals and heavenly court priests failed to do before, these immortal gods who were not enemies of Yang Jian did it.

Yang Jian finally stopped his figure.

"Brother, what happened?"

"Prime Minister, is there anything the general can do for you?"

"This heavenly court is too deceitful! Swallowing up senior brother's power to confer gods, and even angering senior senior brother to this point!"

"I'm fine," Yang Jian looked at the broken sword in his hand, and squeezed a bitter smile, "I came here to seek justice for others, to seek an explanation, and to find a mastermind, that's all."

"Brother!" Nezha rushed over on the Hot Wheels, "I'll go with you!"

Lei Zhenzi said in a low voice: "Eldest senior brother, this matter should be discussed in a long-term way. Today's court...to get too stiff with them is not a good thing."

Yang Jian raised his hand and lightly punched Lei Zhenzi on the shoulder, sighing, "You will teach me a lesson."

A dao rhyme swayed around Yang Jian's body, turning into more than a dozen streams of gurgling water, entangled the bodies of Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua and other juniors who wanted to go forward with him, and frozen them in place.

Then, Yang Jian continued to move forward with his sword in hand.

"Some things, I will do it myself, you are not involved, so you don't have to get involved."

Nezha and the others kept shouting, but Yang Jian gradually drifted away, and his figure once again rushed into the layers of heavenly soldiers and generals.

All the way forward, the Lingxiao Palace is not far ahead, and the space between Yang Jian and Lingxiao Palace is crowded with soldiers from the Heavenly Court...

Lots of people but no effect at all.

If it were Yang Jian a hundred years ago, perhaps he could only choose to fight a bloody road; now he has lifted his weight like a light, facing these celestial soldiers who are no higher than the celestial realm, just a few times at random waved his hands and sent flying figures all over the sky.

Stepping forward, neither rush nor slow, but the black cloud following behind him, the fierce aura all over his body, and even the young eagle on his shoulders that has been huddled all the time, can make people feel invincible at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers should not be thrown aside, Yang Jian has already walked through the ring around the Lingxiao Palace, jumped over the Tongming Palace, and arrived in front of the stone pillars of the Lingxiao Palace.

The last time I came, Yang Jian borrowed troops;

This time, Yang Jian came here to seek revenge.

"True Monarch! Yang Jian! Don't force your way in, don't force your way in!"

Suddenly there was an anxious shout from behind, Taibai Jinxing came late, holding a gourd in his hand, blocking Yang Jian's way.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, but he didn't attack the old man directly, thinking of his friendship.

This Taibai Jinxing ran up to Yang Jian, handed the gourd in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Guo Xinkui's Yuanshen, if you want to take revenge, you can do whatever you want. If you break into this Lingxiao Palace, you will really cause a catastrophe!"

"Thank you," Yang Jian brought the gourd without even looking at it. The Xuangang was like a knife and blasted the gourd into pieces.

The primordial spirit within it was short-lived, and the power of the primordial spirit was beaten into pure aura by Yang Jian, and scattered in the heavenly court.

Yang Jian said: "Senior, please step aside."

"You, why are you so unreasonable!" Taibai Jinxing was thrown flying by Yang Jianqi's beard, "What else are you doing!"

"I'm going to ask the Jade Emperor, and the Jade Emperor sitting inside." Yang Jian suddenly showed anger, and the veins in his right hand clutching the broken sword bulged. "This Supreme Being of the Three Realms sitting inside is not guilty of his heart! How hard-hearted can he be!"

Taibai Jinxing stared at Yang Jian, "A lot of things are not what you think, Your Majesty also has his own difficulties... The Chaotian Pavilion is now the little old man acting as the temporary pavilion master, and His Majesty has intentionally let you rule the three thousand worlds, why can't you understand your uncle's painstaking efforts?"

"Painful?"

Yang Jian suddenly laughed, a little helplessly, full of sarcasm.

"The way is different and we don't conspire with each other. I will never be the same as him."

After all the words, continue to move forward, the clouds and mist above the steps continue to recede, Taibai Jinxing still has to say something, but he has to keep his mouth shut.

In front of the main hall, there were several figures standing there, Li Jing stood in the very center, holding the pagoda in his hand; besides this, there was a middle-aged Taoist with a face of suffering, holding the wonderful tree of seven treasures.

The second leader of Western religion, Zhunti.