The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Chaotian Pavilion couldn't stop it, heavenly soldiers couldn't stop it, Taoist masters couldn't stop it, but in front of Lingxiao Palace, one of the six sages appeared to stop Yang Jian, and finally made Yang Jian stop.

A quasi-speaking Taoist of Western religion.

Sanqing and Jieyin Taoist are to stabilize the way of heaven, and there are only two saints in the prehistoric world—Nuwa Empress and Zhunti Taoist.

At this time, Zhunti appeared, and Yang Jian seemed to have no hope of entering the Lingxiao Palace today.

If you are not a saint, you will end up as an ant. This is common sense from ancient times.

But Yang Jian doesn't seem to believe it...

Yang Jian climbed up the steps, and when he saw Zhunti, his expression didn't change at all, and he still walked his own way.

The faint smile on Taoist Zhunti's mouth gradually faded, as if he was a little annoyed that Yang Jian ignored him, and the wonderful tree of seven treasures in his hand was full of brilliance.

"True Monarch!" Li Jing suddenly uttered a voice from the sidelines, skillfully caught the timing before Taoist Zhunti spoke, and even walked down a few steps, stopping in front of Yang Jian.

Li Jing grabbed Yang Jian's arm and hurriedly said: "True Monarch, even though the matter has come to this point, there is still a chance to slow down, don't really annoy His Majesty the Jade Emperor! The sage is here, how can we allow you and me to overstep the rules!"

Yang Jian didn't say a word, raised his hand to push Li Jing's arm away, and stepped forward again.

Taoist Zhunti sighed softly: "The Jade Emperor is the ruler of the Three Realms. If he is bullied by monks, how can the order of the Three Realms survive. Yang Jian, retreat quickly."

Yang Jian remained silent, and he was only ten steps away from Zhunti on the white jade staircase, and behind Zhunti was the main entrance of Lingxiao Palace.

The word Ling Xiao winked quite a bit.

"Yang Jian!" Zhunti Taoist looked unhappy, "If you didn't take poor people seriously? Hmph!"

With just a cold snort, endless celestial light suddenly appeared around Lingxiao Palace, and a strong coercion hit Yang Jian, making the faces of the people who were a little closer to Yang Jian turn pale and crumbling.

The power of a saint!

But Yang Jian's body only trembled slightly, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The sound of surging waves echoed in the body, when the left foot was raised and lowered, and when the tip of the toe touched the white jade surface, this precious and strong white jade step was directly turned into powder!

But Yang Jian's left foot did not seem to be strenuous, standing lightly on the solidified powder!

This is the case for all three levels in a row!

This scene really made the cultivators here stupefied, not knowing how Yang Jian did it.

But Yang Jian did it. Against the coercion of the saint, he stepped on the white jade steps that turned into powder at the slightest touch, and approached the gate of Lingxiao Palace slowly but firmly.

Zhunti must have been really angry, the Seven Treasure Tree burst into light suddenly, and the body of the saint who seemed to have little mana, rippling with a mysterious and obscure dao rhyme!

In the next moment, the world changed drastically!

The Lingxiao Palace disappeared without a trace, the sky and the earth turned into pitch black, and in the pitch black, waves of rays of light continued to sway. A mother-in-law stood between the sky and the earth, which was the source of all light.

Under the precious tree, Zhunti Taoist in sandalwood cassock sits cross-legged in the air, with a sad look on his face and compassion for others, with dozens of precious lights blessing behind his head, as if he is indistinguishable from the mother-in-law precious tree.

This place is not an illusion, not a formation, but a general existence that ordinary monks cannot understand.

The heavenly soldiers and generals who were originally in front of the Lingxiao Palace were all involved in this world, and at this moment, the urge to kneel down to the mother-in-law treasure tree appeared in their hearts.

And Yang Jian, standing alone in front of the precious tree, was constantly attacked by the light waves swaying from the precious tree, but he still stood there, like a rock constantly beaten by waves, as motionless as a mountain.

"The suffering of all living beings is my suffering; the difficulty of living beings is all my difficulty."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, you should turn around and find the shore. If you insist on going your own way, I will ask you for your guilt today."

Yang Jian raised his head slowly, staring at Zhunti surrounded by circles of halos in mid-air, with a little anger surging on his face.

"Ask me about my guilt? Why?"

"Bold!" Zhunti opened his eyes and glared, two beams of light crashed down from the dark sky, shaking Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian didn't bow his head, instead, he moved half a step forward with great effort against the waves of light constantly gushing out from the mother-in-law treasure tree.

Yang Jian sneered and muttered in a low voice, but his voice became louder and louder.

"I am timid, and when I see the unreasonable master saint, I bow down. The saint treats me as nothing more than a chicken and a dog."

"I'm so brave. When I see the high-ranking sage, he still straightens up, and the sage still thinks I'm nothing more than a chicken and a dog!"

"Since they are all chickens and dogs, why can't I be bold!"

The Zhunti sage showed anger, "Yang Jian, if you are so rude today, the poor will kill you and your master can't say a word!"

Yang Jian's sneer deepened, he raised his step again, and took another small step forward.

He is too lazy to speak.

The majestic sage, his face suddenly changed from anger at this moment, he really wanted to let go of all his worries and teach Yang Jian a little lesson.

The mother-in-law treasure tree gently swayed its branches, the sound of chanting sutras burst out, and figures walked out of the treasure tree.

Or an old man with a solemn face who recited Western scriptures while sitting down out of thin air, or a Rakshasa with a weapon in his hand and a battle armor, gathered dozens of people and stopped Yang Jian in front of him.

Taoist Zhunti clasped his palms together, and a half-foot-diameter light beam descended from the sky, covering Yang Jian's figure.

Yang Jian wanted to step forward again, but felt that there was an invisible wall all around him, unable to step forward, unable to settle down, and his movements were somewhat restrained.

Ahead, more and more figures appeared under the precious tree. When the number of Rakshasa was seventy-seven forty-nine, holding forty-nine weapons, they rushed towards Yang Jian.

The sound of chanting became thicker and thicker, and waves that could not be seen rushed towards Yang Jian's Lingtai, attacking the soul!

The tree of Yang Jian's primordial spirit withered instantly, but fortunately a dull bell sounded in time, and the tree of Yang Jian's primordial spirit was wrapped in a cyan light, and a small cauldron rose slowly.

With the primordial spirit intact, you can deal with the enemies ahead with peace of mind.

But when Yang Jian looked intently, he saw that the forty-nine rakshasas had disappeared without a trace...

This should be just a supernatural power to attack people's primordial spirit.

Taoist Zhunti's face didn't change at all, he didn't seem surprised that he couldn't take Yang Jian down, he just sat there with his eyes closed, and his chanting sound was not disturbed at all.

How could Yang Jian be willing to be trapped?

A punch hit the edge of the beam of light, but the beam of light did not change at all.

Yang Jian frowned, but forgot to retract his fist, and remained in the same position as if he was swinging his fist.

From the eyes of others, it seemed that he was unable to shake the beam of light with one punch; but in fact, his fist hadn't exerted any force, but just touched the edge of the beam of light, and his arm could no longer transmit force forward.

It seems that the light wall does not exist, and his body does not allow him to stick out of the light beam...

This feeling is very contradictory and quite uncomfortable; it seems that the world outside the beam of light does not exist, and he can only be inside the beam of light, unable to detect the non-existent world with his fist...

Boundaries, rules!

This is the method of the saint, which is unimaginable and makes the monks under the saint helpless.

There was a little smile on the corner of the Zhunti saint's mouth, and he sat safely under the precious tree, listening to the sound of chanting sutras contentedly.

No matter how strong Yang Jian's combat power is and no matter how strong his physical body is, if Yang Jian is suppressed at the Dao level, Yang Jian can only sit and wait for death, unable to deal with it at all.

Really?

Really can only stop here?

Why is there such unwillingness in my heart, why is there such anger in my heart!

The broken sword in his hand was trembling, as if he was trying to persuade Yang Jian to let it go and stop being stubborn...

What you are facing is a saint, the pinnacle of Tao!

Really invincible?

Is it really impossible to be hostile?

Yang Jian's clenched fist in his right hand slowly retracted, his fingertips crackled, he clenched his teeth, and let out a roar.

boom!

Everywhere in Yang Jianxuan's body is like a dam bursting, like a mountain torrent bursting!

The sea-covering formation appeared at Yang Jian's feet, and with the roaring sound, a touch of blue Dao rhyme flowed, and waves rushed out from all parts of Yang Jian's mysterious body, filling the beam of light!

This beam of light is like a transparent pipe. The waves in Yang Jian's body gushes out continuously, covering his figure in a blink of an eye. In the next instant, the beam of light falling from the sky is completely filled!

The sea-covering formation continued to shine brightly, and the thirty-six mysterious beads in Yang Jian's body shone brilliantly!

Not enough, not enough!

Then come again!

Little Zhou Tian star fights big array!

Suddenly, streaks of starlight fell down, and on the narrow but deep 'Ocean' in this beam of light, a wider star map was condensed!

There are thirty-six mysterious pearls shining in Yang Jian's body. Although they are not as good as the thirty-six pearls fused with Dinghai Shenzhu, they add a bit of ethereal dao charm.

The sound of chanting scriptures has been covered by the sound of rolling waves at some point;

Taoist Zhunti under the precious tree stared at Yang Jian. When he saw the 'sea water' in the 'pillar of light', he was a little shocked and also a little jealous.

The whole set of Dinghai Shenzhu, the real magic weapon of the saint, seems to have some kind of mutation with the Bajiu Xuangong, turning the power of the magic weapon into Yang Jian's own ability.

"Samcheong!"

Zhunti murmured in a low voice, gnashing his teeth to some extent; he raised his hand a little more towards the front, and the beam of light shone brightly, which was a bit more stable than before.

But, it was already too late.

Yang Jian stood at the bottom of the beam of light, took a breath in the blue 'sea water', and then slowly closed his eyes.

The sea-covering formation and the Zhoutian Xingdou formation are not exclusive.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a certain connection missing.

For example, a Buzhou mountain.

On the spine, the nine largest mysterious beads suddenly began to gather light, and when the light gathered more and more, it became brighter and brighter, and suddenly evolved into a towering and upright mountain.

As soon as the high mountain appeared, the eighty-one profound beads in the body shook together, and the brilliance intertwined, forming a seamless body, and the sky and the earth were connected.

The waves soared into the sky, and the stars fell like rain!

When the two clashed, strands of Dao Yun smashed around, and the beam of light that trapped Yang Jian began to shake continuously!

Not enough, these methods alone are not enough to break the shackles of the saint!

Yang Jian suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the Lingtai had all kinds of artistic conceptions that he had comprehended when he first fused thirty-six mysterious beads in the tomb of the saint in Xuandu City not long ago.

Where did that piece of heaven and earth go?

Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at his feet, with a little enlightenment in his heart, suddenly he pointed to the sky, and the falling stars stopped at the same time; then he pointed to the ground, and the sea-covering formation was hidden.

The originally raging waves calmed down and slowly descended, reappearing a universe in this small place.

Zhunti sage frowned, and just about to move the treasure tree, Yang Jian stood between his heaven and earth, and slowly pushed his right hand forward.

The beam of light collapsed silently, the waves rose again, and the starry sky flashed randomly.

But in a blink of an eye, endless waves engulfed the land, and the bright starry sky occupied the day!

Yang Jian stood between the sky and the earth, held a broken sword, and took two steps forward, but appeared in front of Taoist Zhunti strangely.

Cracks appeared in the mother-in-law tree behind Taoist Zhunti, which made Zhunti feel a little heartache, but he had to take half a step back, trying his best to preserve the wonderful tree of seven treasures.

As soon as he retreated, all methods disappeared.

Yang Jian even took the third step, walking by Saint Zhunti and stepping into Lingxiao Hall.

For a moment, all immortals were silent, and all living beings in the heavenly court were in an uproar.