The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

With a thunderbolt, the Sanfeng National Formation was torn apart into a colorful gap.

Two figures were in the gap, and under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, they descended slowly.

At this time, Sanfeng Kingdom was full of turbulent winds and turmoil, and the grass and trees were full of soldiers. The adults who went to ask for peace shouted for a long time, but the other party did not respond at all. As soon as they came back here, the formation was torn apart without warning...

Among the two people who fell down, there was one whose aura and figure were quite familiar to all the monks and masters of the Spirit Race in the Three Peaks Kingdom. After all, Chu Qi Ruowu was definitely a beautiful woman comparable to Heng'e with these magic lines on her face.

What's more, before Chuqi, it caused tremendous pressure and panic to the Sanfeng Kingdom, and it was difficult for them to admit their mistakes.

A few months ago, the three lords led hundreds of masters to attack at the same time, and the powerful woman who wounded her after a hard battle for half a day and paid a heavy price came back unscathed like this?

It's fine to come back, but who is this prehistoric monk flying in front of this woman at this time?

Why, looking at the appearance of the two of them, the woman who is already the top existence under the saint is full of respect for the man...

At that moment, all the masters in the Sanfeng country were all ruthlessly tugged at their hearts.

In the corner of the big city below, an unattractive old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured in a low voice, "Yang Jian? He actually showed up?"

"My lord, what should I do?" Behind the old man, a shadow asked quietly.

The old man said indifferently: "Just wait and see what happens. If they want to recruit these spiritual clans from Sanfeng Kingdom, they will definitely not kill them. Let them know and don't reveal their whereabouts at all. If anyone is exposed, they will explode their souls."

"Yes." The shadow twisted slightly and disappeared immediately.

Yang Jian, who was above the big city, seemed to have sensed it. He looked towards this street and alley. The old man looked up at the sky, his eyes full of vicissitudes, but Yang Jian did not arouse the slightest vigilance.

Streams of light soared into the sky, thousands of streams of light protected the city, and figures from all over Sanfeng Kingdom rushed here.

Soon, Yang Jian and Chu Qi were besieged by the masters of the Spirit Race above the Thousand Da Luo Realm.

It's a pity that those who showed up at this time were just 'cannon fodder', and none of the guys who could really hurt Chu Qi had yet shown their faces.

Chu Qi said softly: "Master, I'll do it."

"No need," Yang Jian reached forward with his left hand, golden light shone on his left arm, and golden lines covered all over Yang Jian's palm.

Invincible golden body, move the universe!

Yang Jian's palm just clenched lightly, as if grasping an invisible bead, but in the next moment, with Yang Jian as the center, layers of folds suddenly appeared in the universe with a radius of ten miles!

Like a crumpled ball, Qian Kun collapsed towards Yang Jian.

And the group of big Luos of the Spirit Race within a range of ten miles all fell down like dumplings, each of them was seriously injured and vomited blood due to the sudden change of the universe, but no one fell directly.

Yang Jian opened his left hand and wiped it lightly, and Shili Qiankun returned to its original state again, without any abnormality, as if nothing had happened.

"In Sanfeng's country, come out by yourself who hurt the Lord of my Black Spirit Kingdom," Yang Jian's voice spread everywhere, "If you wait for Chu Qi to point you out, you will only be dead."

Chu Qi frowned lightly when he heard this, and said in a voice: "Master, there is no need to violate the responsibility of the Hei Ling Kingdom for Chu Qi, just surrender all the masters here."

Yang Jian glanced at her, and said with a smile: "I'm here to stand up for you, why are you withered? Don't be afraid of anything, today can be regarded as shocking other spiritual kingdoms in the sea of ​​chaos."

Chu Qi said again: "Then, the master will hold the battle for me."

"Alright," Yang Jian nodded slowly, knowing that Chu Qi was actually concerned about his reputation, and didn't want Yang Jian to bear the reputation of indiscriminate killing.

Otherwise, according to Chu Qi's temper, he was calculated so badly last time, it would be really weird if he didn't kill all the masters here this time.

"Chuqi, let's do it."

Yang Jian said softly, Chu Qi had already grasped two short blades emitting a cold light, and his figure flew directly to the big city below.

"Wait a minute! Wait a moment!"

A loud shout came from below, but an old man with white hair and white beard soared into the sky; from his appearance and breath, one could tell that he was from the prehistoric human race, and few people in the Spirit Race yelled such prehistoric words with perfect accents.

The old man flew into the air, bowed to Yang Jian and Chu Qi, and said: "You two fellow daoists, you have offended me a lot earlier, and I still hope that you are Haihan. The three lords of Sanfeng Kingdom prepared a banquet to apologize for this fellow daoist, and invite you to come in and have a talk."

"With such a trick, we won't be fooled twice," Yang Jian swept his consciousness and punched the old man suddenly.

This punch seemed ordinary, but it seemed to be mixed with a power that could destroy the world.

This old man is also a quasi-sage. He has been stationed in Sanfeng country for many years, and has a lot of treasures in his bag for his own practice.

But when faced with Yang Jian's punch, he felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart, and he was about to kneel down and die as soon as his legs softened...

A punch was thrown out, but the strength of the fist passed by the old man, and it was blasted downwards. A hall was blown up by the strength of the fist, and all kinds of streamers collapsed in a blink of an eye!

After the fist force scattered the hall, it also spread out, like a mountain pressing down, and most of the hundreds of people in the hall were beaten to vomit blood.

With one punch, Sanfeng's masters were all injured.

"Big Daoist..."

The old man in the air murmured, looking at Yang Jian full of fear.

But Yang Jian didn't answer, his eyes swept towards the ground; at this moment, in the hall he broke open, the ten people who were still standing at this moment should be the culprit who hurt Chu Qi.

Among the ten or so people, the three with the highest cultivation level were the three strange-looking reckless spirit race men, all of whom had octopus-like heads and limbs that looked like long feet.

It should be that three masters appeared within the clan, and gradually grew stronger, annexed the surrounding tribes, and established the Three Peaks Kingdom.

What Yang Jian had to care about was the number of Honghuang monks here; out of more than a hundred people in the hall, half of them were Honghuang monks, which made Yang Jian feel a little strange.

It's inherently eccentric.

Generally speaking, even in the Primal Chaos Spiritual Kingdom, the ratio of spiritual masters of the same realm to prehistoric monks in the same realm can barely reach ten to one.

Most of the monks entering the Chaos Sea are looking for their own opportunities, or avoiding floods and disasters, and rarely stop in a spiritual country and stop moving.

There are so many prehistoric monks in Sanfeng Country... What attracted them here?

Or, these 'prehistoric monks' are not from the prehistoric?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly.

Perhaps he really came to the right place in the Three Peaks Country.

As for the reason, we will know after the torture later.

"Let you three kings come up."

Yang Jian opened his mouth and said, the group of masters below also knew that today they would not be able to escape no matter what, they lifted off at the same time and quickly formed a large formation, ready to fight to the death.

"You guys hurt Chu Qi?"

"Your Excellency!" the Great Lord of Sanfeng Kingdom shouted in a somewhat strange tone, "There must be some misunderstanding about this matter."

Yang Jian turned his head and asked Chu Qi, "Who did the fatal injury?"

Chu Qi pointed out ten figures, and then said: "Let me go."

"Go." Yang Jian agreed.

Chu Qi's figure flew past Yang Jian, and rushed down directly; the more than a hundred masters below immediately responded to the battle, mobilizing formations everywhere, and eighty-one people formed a large formation.

But the big formation hadn't closed yet, suddenly more than a dozen bright gun shadows chased after Chu Qi, and Chu Qi smashed on the big formation with one step.

These Spirit Race and Primordial cultivators who had been injured by Yang Jian's previous punch trembled at the same time. The formation was unsustainable, and they were smashed to pieces by those spear shadows...

Chu Qi dashed into the broken formation, and charged at the three lords.

These three spirit clan masters were not of the nature to be caught without a fight. They each took out their weapons, urged their natal supernatural powers, and transformed into huge tentacles all over the sky to smash at Chu Qi.

The three lords, whose cultivation level was almost the same as that of Chu Qi, combined with the joint attack, immediately suppressed Chu Qi.

Yang Jian was not in a hurry to make a move, Chu Qi was not in a hard fight at this time, it would be good to let her vent her boredom.

His spiritual consciousness shrouded all parts of Sanfeng Kingdom, searching for clues here, and secretly observing the expressions of those 'prehistoric monks'.

They seem...too calm.

Yang Jian naturally understood a truth - no matter how absurd the result he conjectured, as long as there is no other explanation or his assumption cannot be overthrown, he can only believe in the rationality of the result.

Everywhere in the Three Peaks Country gave Yang Jian an uncomfortable feeling.

Could it be that this is really a 'stronghold' for those powerful enemies?

Chu Qi was gradually suppressed by the combined efforts of the three octopus-headed lords, and without her own spirit clan master Lue Zhen, it was actually a bit embarrassing for Chu Qi to face so many strong men alone.

"come back."

Yang Jian called softly, although Chu Qi was a little bit unwilling, but he just pursed his lips and didn't say much.

Her graceful figure was pulled away directly, even if she couldn't defeat the three lords of Sanfeng Kingdom, no one could stop Chu Qi from retreating.

Yang Jian raised his right hand towards his side, and lightly grasped it with five fingers. The snow-white long spear slowly appeared, and an incomparably powerful, unsettling sharpness oppressed the entire city.

"Keep an eye on those prehistoric monks."

Yang Jian left such a sentence in Chu Qi's ear, his figure crossed, and Yang Jian fell straight down, the spear in his hand shone with a cold light!

The three kings rushed straight at Yang Jian, and tentacles thousands of feet long smashed towards him. The three figures were surrounded by blood, and they also used all their abilities!

It's a pity that these three lords are far worse than Ge Li, the golden envoy of the Five Elements Venerable back then...

The cold light flickered, and there were only traces left by the three-pointed and two-edged gun in the sky, and the tentacles were cut off layer by layer!

The first afterimage has not yet dissipated, Yang Jian has rushed to the front of the three kings without hindrance, the spear fell, and three heads full of tentacles were thrown into the air, but their spiritual cores were not broken by Yang Jian...

Everywhere in Sanfeng Kingdom was instantly silent.