The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

how... how... how...

Isn't that what happened in Honghuang? For games and calculations, what the world needs is balance, and what all parties need is luck and merit.

Their Buddhism is now occupying the power of the world, even if there is a strong man like Yang Jian who rises against the wind, isn't there nothing they can do?

In the script, shouldn't it be that Yang Jian repelled them and temporarily saved Fengdu City, and then Buddhism and Taoism engaged in a wrangling and game, dividing the Netherworld into three, and the Buddha Realm, Shura, and Underworld Yin Division stand together?

Isn't this the most reasonable script?

Why……

The old monk looked down at his chest, there was a crack in his chest, and a little light shone in the crack.

His body was slowly dislocating like a rotten piece of wood that had been cut off; a thin line-like gap appeared on the primordial spirit, and an inexplicable pain and peeling sensation quickly devoured his entire consciousness.

Before the old monk's consciousness was completely wiped out, he saw more than a dozen fellow students who looked like himself in front of him, he also saw the crowd disrupted by the black shadow, and he saw the hot blood rising high...

"Yang..."

With a half-cry out of his mouth, the body of the beheaded old monk was disintegrated by a domineering Xuangang.

There was sudden chaos inside the city walls of Fengdu City!

A "Kunpeng" more than ten feet long came through the air, and when the Buddhist masters failed to react, it rushed directly into the group of figures and started killing!

The 18 old monks who fell at the back were the first to be cut in half. Then the little Kunpeng took the shape of a human and smashed the Buddhist master who was trying to rush forward to stop him with a punch.

"Yang Jian!"

When Zhun Ti turned his head, he saw Yang Jian sweeping past among the Buddhist masters. He hesitated for a moment because of anger, and several old monks fell.

These Buddhist masters have been secretly cultivated by the Western religion for countless years!

Zhunti, who had lost the saint's dharma, rushed back again, and once again appeared a golden body, with Buddha flames all over his body, and slapped Yang Jian with his palm.

Yang Jian's eyes were full of ice, like the Nine Serenity Ice, just like those Shura born in the sea of ​​blood!

His figure swayed left and right, two figures appeared, and then he rushed diagonally one to the left and the other to the right, allowing Guo Zhunti to slap his palm, and pounced on the Buddhist monks on both sides who were already out of shape.

"No one wants to leave!"

The sound from Yang Jian's mouth was almost a roar, Zhunti's palm fell, and several people on the left were cut off, and Yang Jian's body on the right was blown apart, and the blasted Xuangang gun shadow wounded more than ten people.

"Where are the saint's disciples!" Zhunti turned his head and roared, and several figures who had already exited Fengdu City rushed back immediately.

Zhun raised his hands quickly to form a seal, and golden light swept in all directions, wrapping a group of Buddha masters who had not had time to escape Fengdu City with golden light, and threw them towards the gap in the formation.

Yang Jian's figure kept culling, but before he was chopping melons and vegetables, now with Zhun Ti's golden protection, it was a little troublesome to start.

A few more people were beheaded, and several tyrannical auras rushed forward. With a sneer on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, and anger burning in his heart, he turned and rushed towards Saint Zhunti.

"Die!"

"Yang Jian, you are going to do everything today! So what if I accompany you!"

Zhunti scolded angrily, and the saint's dharma body reappeared; this Buddha also aroused a lot of real fire, blessed himself with the power of all the Buddha kingdoms, attracted the power of heaven and earth to fill the Buddha's light, and even took the initiative to rush towards Yang Jian.

He is a sage, or a sage of merit and virtue who relies on the prehistoric, fighting here, as long as he is not facing the tyrannical and unparalleled saint, he will be invincible.

Today, he has already been suppressed by Yang Jian and has no face, so fortunately, no matter what kind of saint's face, a fight is enough!

Ananda, Kasyapa, and others led their disciples to form an formation quickly, and they continued to restrain Yang Jian from the sidelines; Zhunti used the body of a saint to fully activate his supernatural powers, and suppressed the furious Yang Jian in the gap of Fengdu City in a short time.

Another big battle!

And this battle was fiercer, more violent, and more dangerous than the previous ones.

The formation in the entire Fengdu City is in flux. This is a large formation that has been operated by the underworld for countless years and gathered countless ghosts. At this moment, it is like thin paper, and it may be pierced at any time.

Yang Jian, who was furious, the saint who fought with all his strength, and the disciple of the saint who was barely restrained...

The nether world seemed to be trembling, the universe was distorting, and the Tao was collapsing. The anger that seemed to be able to burn everything really chilled the hearts of the cultivators around him.

Yang Jian's killing speed was so fast that Yu Ding and the others didn't recover immediately.

When a few people came in a hurry, they were blocked by the battle between Yang Jian and Zhunti ahead.

A saint fighting for his life, this is such a rare scene, since the beginning of the prehistoric era, it may have never appeared before...

"What's wrong?" Zhen Yuanzi and Xuanyuan Huangdi looked at each other.

Xuanyuan Huangdi looked at "Liuya" immediately, then nodded inscrutablely, and muttered, "Although Empress Houtu is a bit higher in seniority and status, but Yang Jian is also a young hero. He is not a master at the beginning of the world, but he is a good match."

'Liu Ya' glanced at Xuanyuan, and said calmly: "The emperor should not talk nonsense."

Xuanyuan Huangdi sneered, but he didn't dare to make more jokes.

Afterwards, 'Liu Ya' looked down at Yang Xiaochan's face that had gradually turned rosy, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Master Yuding handed over another Nine-turn Golden Pill, and said, "Please accept it, it's his kindness."

"Such a panacea can save the lives of more important people in the future, so I don't need it." 'Liu Ya' shook his head slightly, and then looked towards the place of battle ahead.

The land, city walls, and formation there have been completely wiped out, and a colorful light ball with a radius of thousands of feet has appeared.

This ball of light is not someone's supernatural power, but the way of heaven is desperately mobilizing the power of heaven and earth to protect the netherworld and prevent the "cup bottom" of the three realms from being pierced.

In the ball of light, several figures that kept moving could be faintly seen, and these figures seemed to be in a bit of a panic.

And in the depths of the light sphere, there are two powerful forces that are constantly colliding...

Zhen Yuanzi frowned and murmured: "Yang Jian really wants to fight to the death with Zhunti today? Why? Didn't he slow down before?"

Yu Ding was Yang Jian's master, so he could only keep silent at this time; but Xuanyuan Huangdi looked thoughtfully at Liu Ya who was being hugged by Hou Tu, and remembered what happened back then.

Before Yang Jian made his fortune, he went to Emperor Dayu to borrow a mountain axe, and he experienced a state of mind at that time.

Xuanyuan Huangdi also witnessed the scene of trapping Yang Jian...

"This guy," Xuanyuan sighed lightly, but didn't say much.

In the city of Fengdu, the ghost soldiers who were stationed near the city wall were ordered to quickly leave the place where the battle took place;

Outside the city of Fengdu, the endless Buddhist soldiers were retreating rapidly. The ghost soldiers belonging to the Underworld Division did not pursue them, and they tried their best to stay away from the colorful light ball that was expanding in scope.

The injuries of the Yin Division Witch Clan were not serious, but most of them were showing signs of exhaustion, and quickly gathered together with each other supporting each other.

They probably knew what happened in the city. When they were fighting with Buddhism, they also saw Yang Jian descending from the sky and heard the continuous sound in the city.

Yang Jian came to help, forcibly shook Zhunti Saint, and forced back a group of Buddhist masters and blood sea Asuras... Such a record is actually enough.

Fengdu got a respite, and then he just needs to regain his strength, maybe he can regain the lost territory bit by bit in the hands of Buddhism, and revive the underworld.

But just when they breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Jian made a sudden attack and launched a fierce attack on the retreating Buddhist masters. In a blink of an eye, he attacked and killed dozens of Buddhist masters.

This is not enough!

Seeing Yang Jian's momentum, if he doesn't overthrow Zhunti here, he will never give up today.

"Erlang Zhenjun has helped the underworld so far, how ashamed I am! This love will never be repaid!"

The king of Chujiang with disheveled hair raised his sword and sighed.

It's a pity that they could only sigh a few times, and then a group of people nodded in praise. None of them could help the situation over there.

At this time, everyone in the Three Realms was naturally staring at the Underworld, Fengdu City, and what the outcome of the battle between Yang Jian and Zhunti would be.

It is not an exaggeration to say that ghosts and gods are crying.

There is dead silence everywhere in the heavenly court, there is no celestial music, no human voice.

On the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor stared at the picture of the cloud mirror with a cloudy complexion. All the immortals were silent, except Taibai Jinxing who could stand aside and rest with his eyes closed. Everyone was afraid of missing any picture.

And this cloud mirror technique, which can barely see the situation in the colorful light curtain, was written by Taibai Jinxing.

Who dares to talk nonsense among the immortals at this time?

In recent years, Buddhism and Jade Emperor have worn the same pair of trousers. Today, the Buddhist masters who were beheaded and the Buddhist sages who were beaten up were all Jade Emperor's help.

And the one who did all of this was Yang Jian, whom the Jade Emperor hated and feared...

Compared with Lingxiao Palace, a corner of the Heavenly Court, the God of Wealth Mansion with its gates closed is more lively. A group of people gather by the pool, and the water surface is similar to the picture on the cloud mirror of Lingxiao Palace.

The cloud mirror and the water mirror are common means used by monks to observe the situation in various places in the wild; but it is not easy to see the battle situation under the colorful light curtain.

Several disciples of Master Tongtian, Zhao Gongming, Our Lady of Jinling, Our Lady of Guiling, Bi Xiao, Qiong Xiao, and Shi Tianjun and other masters of the sect were watching the battle together; if you look carefully, the group of masters of the sect gathered at the Nantian Gate were almost all staying here at this time.

If it is said that there was no premeditation for the Nantianmen incident, no ghost would believe it.

"It's fierce," Qiong Xiao sighed with emotion in his small mouth, breaking the dead and dry atmosphere here.

Zhao Gongming nodded, and also dryly echoed: "It's fierce."

"Compared to the time when he became a god, his strength has soared by more than ten times?" The pretty face of the Holy Mother of Jinling was slightly depressed, but there was still a hint of strength in her brows.

Gui Ling asked in a low voice: "Then, can he really behead Zhunti Saint today?"

"No way," the God of Wealth shook his head, and many immortals also shook their heads at the same time.

Bi Xiao said softly, "If there hadn't been anything about Beihai Youmingjian, if Yang Jian went crazy today, Zhunti might really have been overthrown by him. But Beihai Youmingjian has already found the enemy, even Teacher Sanqing would not let Zhunti fall."

"Yes, he is a saint after all."

"But such a saint with ulterior motives, might as well let Yang Jian kill him."

"Shen Yan, can you beat Zhunti too? It takes a lot of effort to kill a quasi-sage!"

A group of Jiejiao immortals couldn't stop laughing, and the immortal who was scolded spread his hands and didn't get angry.

Qiong Xiao suddenly yelled: "Look quickly! It was beaten out!"

A group of people immediately looked at the water surface eagerly, and quickly fell silent again.

It can be seen in the water mirror that Zhunti's holy body flew out backwards, crashing out of the light curtain in a panic, smashing the city wall of Fengdu City hundreds of feet away.

The dharma body of Zhunti slapped the ground violently, and his figure moved sideways, and invisible gun shadows blasted down, directly collapsing the ground of Fengdu City, and a spring of blood gushed out from under Fengdu!

Several figures flew upside down one after another, they were Kasyapa and other disciples of the sages, two of them were seriously injured, and they were already in awe.

Yang Jian's figure jumped up high, and went straight to Zhunti's dharma body, without giving Zhunti the slightest chance to gather momentum; but Zhunti just let out a low growl, and also rose into the air, forcing his own mana, waving various Buddhist artifacts, and started a battle with Yang Jian in midair!

Seeing this scene, all the Buddhist masters couldn't help being frightened, each of them wanted to make a move but didn't know how to do it.

Hundreds of miles away from here, Ksitigarbha sat leisurely on the back of Diting, and in front of him stood a burning lamp with an angry face.

"Are you really not going to shoot!?" Ran Deng gritted his teeth and asked.

Ksitigarbha shook his head with a smile, "The retreat of the army is also a very important task. You might as well try it as I said, or I'm afraid it will really end badly today."

"Huh!" Ran Deng swept his sleeves, talking to the group of Buddhist masters behind him who followed him into Fengdu City first, and all these Buddhist masters glared and hid their eyes for a while.

Afterwards, a group of people hurried back to Fengdu City.

Ran Deng raised his arms and shouted: "Set up a thousand Buddha array! Suppress this demon!"

A group of Buddhist masters responded loudly.