The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The sage rhyme, the supreme dao rhyme that accompanies the sage's way, is obscure and mysterious, and contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Every time this kind of Daoyun appears, it means that some major event is about to happen or has already happened in the world; but today, the saint's Daoyun is falling rapidly, above the nether world, in the gap opened by the earth...

Being suppressed by another dao rhyme, he fell extremely fast!

"Second Master!"

"How come!"

The few disciples who guided the saint reacted the fastest, and their faces changed drastically when they saw the scene in the distance.

One after another spiritual consciousness is locked, and pairs of eyes are watching...

The majestic saint, one of the only six saints in the prehistoric world, Zhunti, the Western saint who pioneered the Western religion and established the Buddhist gate with the guide saint, was stepped on the abdomen with one foot at this time, pressing the holy body forcibly, and fell rapidly!

Zhunti's body bowed into the appearance of shrimp soldiers from all over the world, it can be said that he was not in a mess. What made this saint even more embarrassing was that the golden light on his body was damaged in many places at this time, and the twigs and leaves he held in his hand were directly broken in half...

As for the person who was stepping on Zhunti, his entire figure was wrapped in a strong black and yellow aura, so that people couldn't see his face clearly.

All he could see was his long hair fluttering, and that domineering aura was constantly circulating, rising and contracting like a rhythm, as if affecting the vitality of the entire Netherworld.

This tall and straight body, straight waist, stepping on the toes of Zhunti Saint's abdomen...

Daoist robes, boots, and the most common attire in the wilderness, but at this time when they fall on this person, appearing in such a scene, they are like the armor of a god of war, and their majesty cannot be violated!

An old monk recognized this person, and angrily reprimanded: "Yang Jian, how dare you!"

"snort!"

What I got was just a cold snort!

It's ridiculous, after hitting and stomping, these bald donkeys are still asking him if he dares... dare or not, can't he see it?

Yang Jian's figure stopped suddenly, right at the gap in the formation above Fengdu City, the strength of his whole body merged into the soles of his feet, his knees were slightly bent, and he stomped hard without giving the figure under his feet a chance to backhand.

With a bang, the old monk in golden cassock smashed into the corner of Fengdu City; the raging wind and waves swept the entire Fengdu City.

A group of people with great supernatural powers are all staring under the six-path reincarnation disk at this time...

The one who was kicked out just now is a saint of Buddhism!

Although he is the weaker one among the six sages, but the realm of this sage is real!

Not only can Yang Jian hurt the saint, but he can also beat the saint so embarrassingly?

What's more, Yang Jian should have appeared not long ago in the prehistoric period, and this way of energy was searching for it. It seems that Yang Jian and Zhunti fought all the way from the land of Wubuzhou...

All the Buddhist masters were startled, and all the Asuras in the blood sea looked at Yang Jian with more awe, and the latter respected the strong more.

Being able to fight against the saint in a short period of time and gain an absolute upper hand, just now when he was overwhelmed by Zhunti, he could throw his long spear and shoot Abi and Yuantu away, breaking the siege of the master...

Nothing less than that, a leader of the Asuras shouted in a trembling voice: "This, this is a monster that came out of nowhere!"

Master Yuding frowned suddenly, and looked at Yang Jian who was floating in the air with some worry, but seeing that Yang Jian was relaxing on the surface, but in fact he did not relax his vigilance at all, and finally smiled reassuringly.

"Hahahahaha!"

Xuanyuan Huangdi, who had killed the enemy in blood, raised his head and smiled, and the group of Asura around him quickly retreated, finally allowing him and the Nine Heavens Xuannv to rest temporarily.

For a while, the fighting under the Six Paths of Samsara also stopped, and pairs of eyes were fixed on Yang Jian's figure standing in mid-air.

It wasn't that they ignored the importance of 'timing' just because they were fighting on the sidelines. In fact, Yang Jian once glanced at this place, forcing them not to move...

Ran Deng's face was a little cloudy and uncertain, and the ancestor of Minghe had a slightly playful expression. After recalling the two swords, he looked at Yang Jian quietly, with a little coldness in his eyes.

"snort!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, the anger in his heart still remained undiminished, on the contrary, seeing Zhen Yuanzi in a mess, it became even more exuberant.

Fortunately, he hasn't seen the seriously injured Yang Xiaochan and Liuya in the fetal membrane of the Earth Book...

Yang Jian's whole body contracted, leaving no flaws in his whole body. Although he didn't look down, his consciousness has been locked on the dark dusty place below.

In the deep pit that had just been knocked out, the sage Zhunti sat on the ninth-grade lotus platform, with a solemn treasure, surrounded by golden light, and the Buddha's light became more intense.

He kept reciting the scriptures, and a wave of sage rhyme was constantly condensing in the surrounding world; Yang Jian could feel that within a thousand feet around him, eyes seemed to be opened, and there were invisible chains in the eyes, binding him everywhere.

The sound of chanting suddenly stopped, and two golden lights flashed in the eyes of Zhunti Saint, and he launched a strong attack!

Thousands of golden lights suddenly shot out around Yang Jian's body, covering all parts of his body!

Every golden light is an attack from the saint realm, and it can directly smash a quasi-sage realm monk to pieces!

But Yang Jian was waiting for this moment!

Eighty-one profound beads around his body were shining brightly at the same time, and the invisible aura that had been holding him all over his body was abruptly torn off!

The universe moves!

The air mechanism was torn off, and Zhunti's body shook slightly as if he had been hit hard. But he reacted really quickly, he slammed his left hand on the lotus platform that had just been taken out, his figure flew upside down, and his retreat was graceful.

Almost as soon as Zhunti left the lotus platform, a black fist appeared from the side of the lotus platform, blasted into the lotus platform, and forcibly blasted the ninth-grade lotus platform into debris.

Yang Jian's figure appeared at the bottom of the pit, and above his head, thousands of golden lights shone and condensed, like fireworks, reflecting his stern face.

"Yang Jian!"

Zhunti's voice was full of uncontrollable anger, but before he could continue to curse, Yang Jian had already taken a big step, rushed out of the pit very quickly, and threw his fist at the golden body of the saint.

Steps, punches, Yang Jian's movements are extremely simple, but they also contain profound meanings that have been reduced from complexity to simplicity.

The front of the fist hides the power to tear the universe, but it does not reveal it; the footwork is comparable to infinite movement, but it goes straight like a mortal martial artist...

But in the Netherworld at this time, only Zhun Ti knew how heavy the punch was and how fast the steps were!

Originally, this should be an asymmetrical battle between a saint and a non-saint; but now, Zhunti has to forget the face of a saint, forget the majesty of a saint, and regard this battle as a battle between a monk of Yuan Shen Dao and a practitioner of the physical body!

Never let Yang Jian get close again!

The real body of bliss!

Zhun Ti, who was retreating in a hurry, slowly clasped his hands together, the Buddha's light around his body burst out, and there was a strange sound like a cow's roar or a dragon's roar.

In the blink of an eye, Zhunti appeared in the form of a saint and turned into a giant with a height of several tens of feet. There was a cloud of mist floating on the giant's neck, and dozens of heads floated above the mist.

Eighteen more arms appeared behind him, holding various spirit treasures, the most dazzling being a divine pestle for blessing, and the wonderful tree of seven treasures that often accompanied Zhunti's body!

Is this the saint's dharma?

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth rose slightly, and the anger and fighting spirit in his eyes rose, but the depths of his eyes were cold.

On the forehead, divine light surged, and the eyes of the sky opened slowly;

In the body, the sound of overturning the river and the sea can be heard endlessly, and the great formation that overwhelms the sea is opened;

Another boundless starlight rushes into the nether world, gathers on Yang Jian's body, puts Yang Jian's whole body into the starlight, and condenses into a majestic starlight battle armor, Xiao Zhoutian's star battle array!

And under the cover of these stars, no one noticed that Yang Jian's body exuded a certain black jade-like aura, it was the Xuanhuang body of the eighth level of the Eighth Nine Xuangong.

In addition to all the things that can be seen and heard here, shallow imprints appeared in Yang Jian's heart inexplicably. These imprints were incoherent and very vague, but extremely precious.

It was a mark left over from the fierce battles, and it belonged to the disheveled man he saw when he returned to Hongjing...

Slowly, Yang Jian raised his head slightly, and when he looked at the saint's face again, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

"Seize the plate!" Zhunti Sheng shouted violently, and the dharma body took the lead in attacking Yang Jian with extremely dense attacks.

Yang Jian took a sudden step, and his figure was swallowed by the divine light shot by Zhunti, the universe was distorted, and Yang Jian's figure was temporarily invisible; but for some reason, the Dharma body of Zhunti Saint also began to take the initiative to retreat!

Under the Six Paths of Reincarnation, a group of Buddhist masters were silent, the Asuras were ready to move again, and the ancestor Minghe also stared at Master Yuding, as if he wanted to finish the previous battle.

It's over... It's over...

"Respect the order of the saint, seize the disk!"

Ran Deng shouted loudly, and he was about to take the lead immediately.

The three-pointed double-edged spear suspended in front of Immortal Zhenyuan and Yuding suddenly trembled, and an invisible coercion rippled out, making these Buddhist masters and Asuras startled, and they dared not act rashly.

how come?

They looked at the fierce battle that was erupting in the corner of Fengdu City—there could no longer be detected with spiritual sense, it was better to see it clearly with naked eyes.

Zhunti Saint's Dharma body kept moving, and the places it passed did not cause much 'damage' to Fengdu City, because all the magical powers activated were blasted on Yang Jian's body, and there were few omissions.

Even if it is just a virtuous saint, in the world where the saint was born, he still has the strength that absolutely matches the realm of the saint!

pity……

Even if the supernatural powers and mana exerted by the Zhunti saint can break the universe, disperse the Tao, and make Yang Jian invisible to outsiders, it still cannot hide... the fact that this saint's body is constantly avoiding!

In the place where the supernatural light shines the most, there is always a Taoist figure standing tall, advancing step by step, forcing the saint to keep retreating, enduring the saint's full force bombardment without the slightest weakness.

Zhunti Saint was bombarded for a while, and there was a trace of suspicion in his attack, and there was even an emotion in his heart that he had never felt before...

Anxious, worried, and manic.

A chuckle floated out in the light and shadow of the indiscriminate bombardment, and the voice that followed was unhurried, but with a faint sense of oppression...

"Is this the means of a saint?"

"Is this how you Buddhists bully the underworld, and the sages bully the empress dowagers?"

Dozens of faces of Zhunti's dharma body were full of anger, but just as Zhunti was about to speak, the pressure in front of him suddenly increased, as if a fierce beast was about to tear his saint's body apart, rushing out of the barrier of his supernatural power and rushing to him to tear up his saint's dharma.

retreat!

Zhunti could only concentrate on it, while Yang Jian's voice was still echoing everywhere in the Netherworld...

"In the face of the great enemy, I didn't want to quarrel with your Buddhist sect, but you actually bullied the Empress Dowager, a woman who can sacrifice her life to achieve the Six Paths for the prehistoric sentient beings, and also gave up the opportunity to become a member of your saints in order to protect her own people!"

"This is what a sage does, and this is what a Buddhist sect does? Such a devastation of conscience, wouldn't the souls be chilled, if Pangu God is resurrected, how can he tolerate it!"

"If a saint has no virtue, and his character is not worthy of his position, how can he be called a saint? How can he be called a saint? Relying on great wishes and promises, lay a white note for the way of heaven?"

Zhunti's face turned red, and several heads spat out golden blood, but Yang Jian was confused by his anger.

"How dare you speak wild words, don't think I can't really cure you!"

Yang Jian only responded with a chuckle.

...

"White strip? Haha..."

Outside the city of Fengdu, the monk in white sitting on Di Ting's back also narrowed his eyes with a smile when he heard this.

It's just that the white-clothed monk didn't stare at the area completely distorted by Zhunti's magical power like the masters in the city. Instead, he passed through the hole where Yang Jian stepped on Zhunti and rushed into the Netherworld, and extended to the surface along the hole.

At the junction of Nanzhou and Central Shenzhou, in the territory of the demon world, there is a huge rift that was forced out...

Above the rift valley, white clouds that disintegrated all the way and slowly dissipated in a ring shape...

Also, the shattered Heavenly Court formation, the cracked corner of the Heavenly Court, and countless fallen heavenly soldiers and generals... That should be the place where Zhunti and Yang Jian's fight started, and then they fought all the way, rushing into the underworld in a very short time.

Zhunti naturally came out to stop the enemy, but can he stop the enemy for a while?

"This Yang Jian, I'm afraid that the master will avoid his sharpness for a while. The second master kicked the iron plate this time, and he really wants to lose face... A saint has no virtue, and his character is not worthy... Tsk, this is also a wonderful person."

The white-clothed monk Ji Zang patted his bald head, sat down and listened to the beast standing up slowly, without the white-clothed monk's instructions, and wandered back slowly and knowledgeably.

It's also good to be a little farther away from the monsters.

It should have erupted, but unfortunately, I have caught a cold recently, and my dizzy body can't bear it. The next chapter is estimated to be updated in the morning, and the eight chapters owed will be made up for the good health.