The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

This is the Black Spirit Lord?

Of course not, this should be a counterfeit; and judging from this person's various performances, he is still a counterfeit who dare not expose himself in front of the Black Spirit Lord's many subordinates.

With a slight swipe of the spear tip, the black veil wrapped around the man's body was cut off directly by the spear tip.

Why lift weight like light? The ability to only destroy someone's clothes and reveal their beautiful body is like lifting a heavy weight.

Seeing the two indescribable water polo popping out of this man's chest, Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, but his expression remained the same, calm and composed.

It's not that I haven't seen it.

This person was a woman, she didn't dodge or hide at this moment, she even showed a shy face towards Yang Jian, as if she wanted to take the opportunity to seduce her.

Yang Jian calmly shot out a few bursts of profound energy, and directly sealed this person's cultivation level; although he didn't know what kind of treasure was on her body to conceal the aura, but Yang Jian's profound energy entered her body, and he immediately sensed her exact cultivation level.

Da Luo Jinxian, neither up nor down.

Then, he invited Ao Xinke out again, and the fake black spirit master instantly covered his vitals, curled up into a ball, and kept trembling there.

She is not outstanding in appearance, and it is not ugly, it can only be regarded as mediocre; and she is clearly a prehistoric human race, but for some reason she pretends to be the Black Spirit Lord in the Black Spirit Realm.

"What is your relationship with the Black Spirit Lord?"

The woman tremblingly said: "He, he is my father..."

"Father?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, and asked Ao Xinke a little by surprise, "Birth?"

The woman shook her head immediately, and hurriedly said: "I was taken captive by him. It was because I served around and raised my cultivation level. Later, he set up the Black Spirit Realm and let me take care of it here. He would come here occasionally...don't kill me. I have never done anything bad. I am also good to these Chaos Spirit Race. I..."

Shrinking her head, the woman's eye circles turned red, and she sat there in various senses of loss.

This man looked harmless, but Yang Jian did not take it lightly.

Ao Xinke asked: "Why isn't the Black Spirit Lord in the Black Spirit Realm?"

"He has been busy with some big things," the woman sighed softly, curled up there, her face full of grievances, "Father is still Wang Yiguo's national teacher, except for every time he attacks Xuandu City, he will come to prepare in advance, and he rarely comes to my side."

Yang Jian nodded: "You mean, most of the time, you are the Black Spirit Lord?"

"Almost...but I just help my father with care."

Yang Jian couldn't help muttering in his heart, this guy's words can actually be explained to some extent.

Ao Xinke at the side said to Yang Jian: "Husband, there is fraud."

"how?"

"I searched a lot of information in the black spirit world before, and two of the black spirit lord's cronies were bribed by me. They said that the black spirit lord is violent by nature, and if his subordinates don't obey his wishes, they will die. It has always been like this."

Yang Jian's frown deepened, and there was a compelling light in his eyes, which made the woman tremble slightly in fright.

A shot was fired forward and directly penetrated the woman's shoulder; the woman suddenly raised her head and stared at Yang Jian, but then her eyes full of cruelty turned into pitiful eyes, and she shouted palely, "Spare me! Spare me!"

Yang Jian raised his hand and shot her left ear, knocking her unconscious.

Then, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke looked at each other, Ao Xinke arranged a trap under this person, and Yang Jian shot through the joints around her body with Xuangang.

"Husband, why don't you investigate her Lingtai?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "If the Black Spirit Lord is really hiding on her body, he must be hiding in the Lingtai. It's too dangerous to investigate rashly."

Ao Xinke thought for a while, "What does my husband mean, that this person has two souls?"

"That's right, take a closer look at her fairy body." Yang Jian pointed to her shoulder socket, which was penetrated by the spear before, but the wound has healed at this time, "Can Daluo Jinxian have such a strong recovery ability?"

"It's really incredible..."

Yang Jian said: "It's just a little speculation on my part. You go in and wait, and I'll try to kill her directly."

Ao Xinke entered the belt of Xuangui according to his words, Yang Jian took a breath, and walked forward slowly with the spear in hand.

There was a real killing intent in his heart, because Yang Jian made up his mind to kill this person no matter what.

The woman who was supposed to be in a coma suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were pale, and miserably black smoke gushed out from her body. Yang Jian's Xuanhand piercing through her vitals shone brightly, nailing her to the ground.

"Yang Jian, how dare you!"

That shrill voice was like that of a ghost.

Yang Jian sneered: "You are indeed the Black Spirit Lord."

"If it wasn't for my magical skills to make a mistake, how could you take advantage of my danger!" The Lord of the Black Spirit scolded in a low voice, Yang Jian had already stopped in front of her, with the spear in his hand raised high, and suddenly fell down!

In just a short moment, strange tattoos crawled out of the woman's face, black blood gushed out of her eyes, and her body was directly wrapped in black smoke.

Ping! Ping Ping!

This is the sound of the Profound Handle being broken!

Yang Jian shot into the black air, but only grazed the man's calf, the figure of the black spirit master fell suddenly, and the trap Ao Xinke arranged was almost destroyed by the black air in an instant.

The woman scolded angrily: "Damn it!"

"Do you really think you can escape?" Yang Jian exploded at extreme speed, and his figure appeared in front of the black air in a flash, and the shadows of guns swayed out of the sky!

The Black Spirit Lord at this time gave people a feeling that he was forcing some kind of secret technique, which couldn't last for too long.

It is also true that this person is constantly running away and does not fight back. Even if Yang Jian's gun shadow penetrated his body, he resisted his injury and turned around again.

But even in her heyday, she might not be Yang Jian's opponent at this time, let alone in this situation? Although Yang Jian was a little embarrassed, he still had to accept the head.

After escaping for a while, Yang Jian strolled in the courtyard with ease, while the black spirit master was in a panic, and his breath was rapidly weakening.

Several escapes were stopped by Yang Jian, and when the aura of the Lord of the Black Spirit fell to the Great Luojin Fairyland again, Yang Jian lost the interest to continue blocking, and was about to use all his strength to kill this person.

"Yang Jian!"

She yelled suddenly, with a kind of helplessness, a kind of powerless anger, "Why do you want to kill me!"

Why?

Yang Jian couldn't help but pause, looking at the figure in front of him reappearing from the black air.

She was not naked, only a little black air condensed to protect her chest and lower abdomen, her face was full of anger, and there were wounds that were constantly healing all over her body.

"Why did you kill me!"

Yang Jian said: "You once wanted to kill me, why couldn't I kill you? Isn't it too brazen for you to question me hoarsely?"

"Your Taoist sect forced me to do this! You Taoist sect forced me to do this!" The Lord of the Black Spirit yelled, the vine-like tattoos on his face continued to fade, "Why do your Taoist sects occupy Xuandu City! Why do you occupy the saint's tomb!"

Yang Jian didn't say a word, just watched coldly, holding the spear even tighter.

"The Taoist sect is a group of hypocrites! If Sanqing hadn't been sanctified, you would have been killed by thousands of fellow Taoists!"

Yang Jian looked stern, took a light breath, and suppressed his anger.

"Are you a prehistoric monk?"

"Hmph!" The Black Spirit Lord sneered, "Nonsense."

"Unless the elders of my sect come to intercede for you today, you will be unlucky!"

Yang Jian's eyes did not hide his anger at all, and he took half a step forward suddenly, and he was about to charge forward with all his strength.

But the body of the Black Spirit Lord shook like chaff, and suddenly knelt down on the ground, with tears in his eyes: "Don't kill me, I can't die yet, please don't kill me!"

This... what the hell?

A gust of black air gushed out from behind the Black Spirit Lord, and the black air was connected to her back, and a black shadow condensed beside her.

The shadow yelled, "Stand up! Die! Die! Beg him!"

"We can't die, we can't die, their vengeance has not been avenged, if we die like this, what is the suffering of countless years!"

The black shadow suddenly fell silent and stopped there quietly.

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.

Quiet and finely divided the scene?

The woman kowtowed to Yang Jian with tears in her voice, pleading bitterly: "Don't kill me, except in Xuandu City, I have never attacked your Taoist sect. I just want revenge. I just want revenge, so I want to go to Xuandu City to find a chance to become a saint..."

Yang Jian stood there with a gloomy face, reminding himself not to be soft-hearted, after all, this is a strong enemy at this time.

You should take advantage of his illness to kill him.

"Husband, why not ask her who her enemy is."

Yang Jian said: "No, it has nothing to do with you and me."

After saying that, Yang Jian jumped up suddenly, but just as he was about to charge forward, he was stopped by a ray of sound.

"Don't kill, she's still useful."

Uncle?

Yang Jian turned his head to look somewhere in the sea of ​​chaos, where the white light flickered slightly, and the Great Master Xuandu came riding the wind, with a little sneer on his lips.

Xuandu laughed wryly: "Did you take a batch of Jiuzhuan pills and failed? How did your ability grow so quickly? I just slept for a while, and you forced the mighty Black Spirit Lord to such a point."

"Three or four hundred years have passed."

"Three or four... let's do it," Xuandu said as he approached Yang Jian, and stood beside Yang Jian, looking at the Black Spirit Lord and the black shadow beside her, "He is also a poor person."

But Yang Jian said: "If you don't kill her, how can you control the Black Spirit Realm? She is a monk in the wild, without a spiritual core."

Ao Xinke flew out from the belt of Xuangui, bowed to Xuandu, then stood beside Yang Jian, and said: "She attacked and killed her husband in the past, and it is not unreasonable for him to kill her today."

"Having said that, she is also a rare master," Xuandu said with his hands behind his back, "and she has good potential, and she still has a chance to improve, just need a little training. Why don't you accept her as a subordinate, wouldn't the Black Spirit Realm be under your control?"

Yang Jian sneered, "Accept her as a subordinate? I have to worry about sleeping."

"You can take a sliver of her natal soul," Xuandu waved his hand, "don't worry about it, it's very simple to control the Primordial Cultivator, much easier than controlling the chaotic creatures."

Yang Jian silently moved away from Xuandu, and the Great Master Xuandu rolled his eyes.

Xuan Du smiled and scolded: "I have never done such a thing against my conscience, I just know these ancient methods. Now that the catastrophe is ahead, it is a strength to recruit more thugs. We must proceed from the overall situation."

After talking bitterly for a while, Xuandu was a little relieved to see that Yang Jian had lost his killing intent.

"I want to kill her, your uncle, I have a lot of opportunities, but I just feel sorry for her background. You go and ask, who is her enemy?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "Not interested."

Xuandu smiled inscrutablely, "You must be interested...Xiao Hei, answer yourself, who is your enemy? Why do you have to enter Xuandu City?"

"Demon, Master, Kun, Peng!"

The woman only clenched her fists, her fingernails were embedded in her flesh, and drops of black blood seeped down, "He brought blood to wash my tribe, killed my parents, and smoked their souls to refine the Demon Emperor's soldiers! I will crush his bones and turn them into ashes! Eat his flesh and blood!"

Xuan Du whispered next to Yang Jian: "This is the princess of a large tribe of the ancient human race. When the monster race slaughtered the human race, she was protected by several Daluo Jinxians and entered the Chaos Sea to escape the catastrophe. She has suffered so much that she has the strength she has today. It is a pity to kill her, let alone your fellow clan."

Yang Jian nodded slowly, and finally put away the spear.

"That's right," Xuan Du patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, "Wait, I'll persuade her to serve you! By the way, how about adding another four hundred years to guarding the city?"

"Let's kill it!" Yang Jian held the spear again, Xuan Du laughed, and flew towards the Black Spirit Lord.