The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Quick retreat!"

"No! Otherwise, the Second Master will be in danger!"

"Suppress Yang Jian with all my strength!"

Seeing Yang Jian's sudden eruption, he wanted to support the shadow of the Buddha Kingdom with one hand, and all the monks were injured by that backlash, how could they not be shocked, how could they not be in a hurry.

Yang Jian lowered his head, his body was covered in blood mist, but his right hand was pushed up inch by inch, and his body never trembled.

If one could see Yang Jian's expression, it would be extremely ferocious at this moment.

It was a severe pain from the bone marrow to the root of the hair, the bone marrow was cracked, and the flesh was churning, but it was about to be crazily squeezed by the external force.

In a trance, Yang Jian remembered the years of bone-strengthening and muscle-building, and nine transformations of mysterious blood...

The pain was nothing but a tempering of himself, a tempering of his will; what he had endured at this time was nothing compared to the pain he had pierced through the seventy-two Profound Orbs with the Profound Handle back then!

Get rid of Zhunti! Defeat Buddhism! Otherwise, I will never be safe!

Yang Jian only has this obsession in his heart!

The lifting of the right hand caused a little confusion in the Buddha's light around him, and the pressure on the left arm was obviously relieved.

Taking a big step forward, Zhunti's golden body is now only ten feet away from Yang Jian!

"Yang Jian……"

Zhun Ti squeezed out a faint sound between his teeth, as if he had been crushed by the Thousand Buddha Formation and had no energy left.

Yang Jian took another step forward, and when his feet hit the ground, another puff of blood mist burst out around him, and the muscles all over his body were crushed and shriveled.

But when Yang Jian slowly raised his head, the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes instantly crushed Zhun Ti's state of mind.

Click——

Yang Jian's right hand suddenly heard the sound of bone cracking, but a cloud of blood mist wrapped it, and the right hand suddenly swelled up, and it returned to its original state in an instant.

Xuanhuang immortal body, the power of immortality is beginning to appear.

"Yang Jian... the deity... apologized to you... Since then... Qiu has never committed any crime..."

But Yang Jian ignored him, his eyes covered by the blood mist were fixed on Zhunti.

Another step!

With a thought, the three-pointed and two-edged spear flew out of the black turtle belt, but as soon as the dragon spear appeared, cracks appeared on the gun body, and the black dragon's wailing sound came from it.

Yang Jian clenched the body of the gun, slowly but firmly handing it forward.

Zhunti's body trembled slightly, as if he was about to struggle, but under the suppression of the Thousand Buddha Formation, the Zhunti saint at this time was at the end of his rope.

The universe here has been completely distorted, the way is gone, and the vitality is gone. Zhunti must use all his mana to resist the pressure around him, and there is no possibility of fighting back.

"Stop the battle!" Kasyapa suddenly appeared in front of Ran Deng, and shouted at Ran Deng.

"No!" Ran Deng immediately replied, "If the Thousand Buddha Formation is withdrawn, the second leader may not be able to deal with Yang Jian's full strength attack at this time!"

"Second Master is going to be beheaded by Yang Jian now!" Kasyapa's handsome face showed anger, "Lengdeng Ancient Buddha, you want to plot against Second Master!"

"How could I do this! Don't slander me!" Ran Deng looked distressed, and looked down from the corner of his eyes, seeing that Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-edged spear was not far from the saint's golden body... "Kasyapa, you really can't fall short! The saint is immortal, so you can rest assured."

"Relax?"

Kassapa shot at Ran Deng suddenly, and a Buddhist seal hit Ran Deng's chest; Ran Deng never expected that the always gentle and humble disciple of the sage would make a sudden move, and there was no rush to dodge, and he was directly blown away.

"Stop the Thousand Buddha Formation! Help the Second Sect Master!"

Kasyapa gave an order, and all the eminent monks who had activated the power of the Buddha Kingdom withdrew their hands at the same time. The shadow of the Buddha Kingdom in the sky turned into golden light and exploded.

At the moment when the big formation dissipated...

Yang Jian roared, and his figure rushed forward; Zhunti's golden body flashed randomly, and immediately dodged to one side.

The chance to kill the saint is fleeting!

Yang Jian's actions are decisive enough, and he is merciless in his strikes, but Zhunti is not easy to deal with, and his response is very timely.

In the blink of an eye, Zhunti's golden body of a saint suddenly 'increased', avoiding the point of Yang Jian's spear from the position of his heart.

The three-pointed and two-edged spear pierced into the golden body of the saint, Zhunti let out a muffled groan, and hurriedly retreated.

How could Yang Jian let him escape? With the blood mist billowing around him, the front of his fist rolled up the sharpness of the black handle, and his left hand tightly held the split barrel of the dragon gun!

One punch smashes the clouds and breaks the water, and two punches smash the city!

Two fists hit Zhunti's golden body one after another, all with 100% of Yang Jian's strength; Zhunti's vitality was not restored at this time, unable to resist, the golden body was smashed into a large dent, and almost all the breath in his body was chiseled away!

"die!"

The three-pointed and two-edged spear was pulled horizontally suddenly, and streams of saint's blood gushed out.

"Forgive me!"

Zhunti's hasty begging for mercy suddenly stopped, but it was not because Yuanshen was directly beheaded by Yang Jian; Yang Jian punched twice with all his strength, and he had just escaped the suppression of the Thousand Buddha Formation, and he himself fell into an embarrassing situation where the old and new forces could not be connected.

Yang Jian's offensive moves can only be regarded as a serious injury to Jiang Zhunti, which hurt his vitality and foundation, and he still couldn't take his life.

What made Zhunti stop and beg for mercy was a flash of sword light that suddenly burst out behind Yang Jian!

It was a murderous sword stained with endless blood. The body of the sword was translucent without any carvings. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it could cut off all evil.

Sword name, Yuan Tu!

The sword light suddenly hit the body, stabbing Yang Jian's heart from behind, and the timing was precisely at the critical moment when Yang Jian's old power had dissipated and the new power had not yet continued.

The situation changed suddenly, and the Buddha's light was still permeating. No one had noticed when the Patriarch Minghe came behind Yang Jian and stabbed out this fatal sword...

Yu Ding's figure disappeared in a flash, but he still couldn't catch up with the speed of the sword.

The picture is almost frozen...

The Buddha was laughing, the ghosts were crying, all the living beings were chanting and praying, the ancestor Styx emerged from the blood dance, and there was only a touch of complacency on that face.

呲——

This was the soft sound when Yuan Tu pierced Yang Jian's body. Yuan Tu's sword entered from behind Yang Jian and passed through his chest.

Yang Jian's body trembled slightly, he looked down at the tip of the sword in front of him, and then, with his right hand wrapped in a layer of Xuangang, he grabbed it directly.

The smile on the corner of the ancestor Minghe's mouth suddenly froze, and he was about to draw his sword back immediately, but Yang Jian held the tip of Yuantu sword directly.

The spear swiped back, and suddenly hundreds of cold lights flashed from Yang Jian's back, and Xuangang shot towards Patriarch Minghe!

Isn't the heart and veins the key to a practitioner of the physical body?

Just like the Nigong pill of the Yuanshen monk...

Before he had time to think about it, Patriarch Styx retreated with his sword, dodging the protruding black handles that filled the sky.

And taking advantage of this golden opportunity, Zhunti's golden body fled in embarrassment, turned into a golden light and fled hundreds of miles away. After regaining human form, blood stained the cassock. A mouthful of old blood spurted half a foot away, and was protected by a group of Buddhist monks.

Yang Jian didn't chase after him in a hurry, but turned around with a livid face, holding a long spear in his left hand, a stream of profound energy wrapped Yuantu sword, and slowly pulled out his chest.

The body still trembled subconsciously, Yang Jian's face was livid, and he took a Nine-Turn Golden Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Holding the Yuantu sword in his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged gun in his left hand, his body was covered in blood scabs, and his long hair wet with blood mist stuck to his face.

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice sounded like a wandering soul that had wandered for tens of thousands of years, above the blood lake, in front of Fengdu City, in the netherworld, it was still as icy and biting cold!

"If you want to live, you will live, if you want to die, you will die."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian suddenly performed seventy-two changes, urged the Nine Heavens Fuyao Jue, and rushed directly to the ancestor Minghe!

Patriarch Minghe's complexion changed drastically, and Yang Jian directly took away his momentum, and immediately withdrew and flew in the direction of the Buddhist masters, trying to divert the disaster to the west.

But at this moment, Yang Jian seemed determined to kill him first, and ignored those old Buddhist monks and sage Zhunti, just chasing Styx!

Because Yang Jian knew what kind of enemy was the scariest and who was the greatest threat to his family.

Xiao Chan'er was injured by Ran Deng, but Yang Jian was furious, but directly yelled at Zhun Ti, because Ran Deng was far less threatening than Zhun Ti.

But now, the Patriarch Minghe succeeded in a sneak attack, so Yang Jian had to put his mind on Minghe first...

Patriarch Styx, this powerful man from ancient times didn't care about appearance at all, and he didn't care about reputation at all.

He is the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood, who ran rampant in the world and killed without fear; Nuwa made man a saint, and the ancestor Minghe imitated him, but he created a clan of slaughter—the Asuras, his character is evident.

But Styx refined the entire sea of ​​blood, claiming that the sea of ​​blood never dries up, Styx never dies, and he is free in the Netherworld.

In terms of harm, it is almost the same as Kunpeng!

Now, Minghe took the initiative to sneak up on Yang Jian, trying to kill him with one blow.

He can withstand Styx's sword, what about Master? Where is Xiao Chaner? Where is mother?

No matter how shameless Zhunti is, at least there are still many means and parties involved that can be threatened and restricted.

But this Patriarch Styx is an 'assassin' of a 'bare bachelor', if there is a grudge, it must be eliminated!

Yuan Tu's sword kept trembling, and it was naturally because the ancestor Minghe kept calling it back when he was running away; but Yang Jian, who used the method of transformation, still held the fierce sword tightly and suppressed it with his own strength, making it impossible for Yuan Tu to escape.

If you want to live, you will live, if you want to die, you will die!

These eight words are like a curse, which made Minghe's cold state of mind inexplicably flustered; but the ancestor Minghe's supernatural powers are indeed great, and the escape method alone is quite outstanding. Yang Jian couldn't catch up with the Nine Heavens Fuyao Jue.

But the distance between the two is getting closer.

Patriarch Minghe's mood gradually stabilized. The reason why he fled was not because he was afraid of Yang Jian, but because he was worried that Yang Jian and Master Yuding would attack at the same time. That was the most difficult situation.

Flying for thousands of miles, only Yang Jian's breath was behind him, and the corner of the ancestor Minghe's mouth couldn't help showing a sneer.

Even if Yang Jian is holding on, it is still difficult to hide his traumatic heart and serious injuries; the patriarch Minghe consciously has some skills, finds a ghost mountain, rushes into it, turns around and prepares for a counterattack.

If Minghe knew that the elixir that Yang Jian swallowed casually just now was the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, he wondered if the ancestor of Minghe still had the courage to stop fighting.

"Yang Jian, how about the burial place I chose for you?"

Patriarch Minghe's cold laughter came from the mountain, but Yang Jian recovered his real body without hesitation, and plunged towards the top of the mountain.

The Abi sword was out of its sheath, and there was a gust of sinister wind around Patriarch Styx's body, and the ghosts in the entire Netherworld seemed to be struggling and howling.

Yang Jian didn't say a word, his body was covered in blood, his eyes didn't fluctuate, his forehead looked around, and then rushed down.

The dragon gun in the left hand and the Yuan Tu in the right hand.

It was just the first battle, and the world was shaken, and the sea of ​​blood was churning.