The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The Monkey King is on a poor road, and his eyes are still condensed with blood.

In the first round of fighting, Sun Wukong was startled by Yang Jian's strength. Not only did he not get any advantage, he was also seriously injured.

And what happened between the lightning and flint, only Sun Wukong and Yang Jian knew how many moves they played.

one move.

The simplest and most direct move to fight against power, the Dinghaishen needle smashed on the snow-white spear, and the power of the two spurted out along their respective blades.

At that moment, Sun Wukong almost had an illusion, he seemed to return to the East China Sea when he just came out of Huaguo Mountain, because only at that time, he deeply realized his fragility and the endlessness of the ocean.

Today, when facing Yang Jian, he still seems to be the little monkey sitting on a raft trying to find the magic of immortality; and Yang Jian is the boundless sea where a wave at any time can drive him into a place of eternal doom.

The absolute gap in cultivation, the absolute gap in strength.

Even Sun Wukong didn't see any seriousness in Yang Jian's gaze, and the other party's gaze was always extremely calm.

It is true that he underestimated the heroes of the world.

But so what?

Monkey King grabbed the golden cudgel and rushed forward again, the faint fear in his heart disappeared immediately, and the forward figure still went forward without hesitation.

Yang Jian simply took two steps forward, and his figure appeared in the air, flickering twice.

There was another sound of weapons colliding, and the fiercely smashed golden cudgel was accurately held by the snow-white spear, and then changed its moves, and the spear body hit the monkey's chest, sending the monkey flying.

But this time, the monkey felt that Yang Jian's strength was suddenly much weaker, and the weapons did not produce much impact when they collided.

Yang Jian's voice floated from the front, still very calm, but what he said almost made Monkey King lose his mind.

"I use the same strength as your full strength. If you can hurt me, I will let you go today."

These words were originally spoken by Yang Jian to provoke Monkey King deliberately, but in the ears of Mantian Xianfo, they were so reasonable and confident, as well as dismissive of this monkey.

Sun Wukong's stature soared dozens of times, and Yang Jian also used the method of heaven and earth, and the two figures faced each other fiercely.

The long spear intersected with the Dinghaishenzhen again, and it was still Monkey King who was repelled.

Yang Jian's robe was spotless, and Sun Wukong's chain mail even had a few buckles cracked, and his body already had serious internal and external injuries.

But Monkey King is still rushing forward, his figure is a bit stubborn, and his eyes never waver.

Even if the saint is here, don't want him to die in silence; when life is threatened, the only way to win a chance for yourself is to fight with all your strength!

This is instinct, it is also Sun Wukong's obsession, and it is his only ambition at this time!

Defeating this strong man named Yang Jian, even if it only left a slight scar on his robe...

But the fourth time hedging, it was just two or three simple moves, and it was still Monkey King who was knocked into the air.

Even in these few shots, Yang Jian didn't have any supernatural powers, he was just using simple but precise moves to defeat Monkey King's seemingly ferocious but full of flaws time and time again.

"This is the Monkey King?" Yang Jian sneered, "That's all."

"Ah!" Sun Wukong roared, and a wave of air rushed out around him, and he charged forward again with the golden cudgel.

Yang Jian still responded simply, and his stroll-like pace really drove Monkey King even more crazy.

In fact, Yang Jian was still a little disappointed in his heart.

Is this the monkey that I spent more than fifty years teaching? Although I only taught the monkey how to practice and did not teach him the way of fighting, but at this moment, the monkey is only doing things with enthusiasm, without any consideration of the consequences...

Perhaps this is very passionate in the eyes of some immortals, but in Yang Jian's view, this is indeed an extremely failed performance.

What he wants to see is not that the monkey can defeat him under the condition of equal strength, but that the monkey can calm down in time to think and ponder after being furious.

Instead of always rushing forward and being fierce all the time, but never changing his moves at all.

Just fought like this for half an hour...

The screams of killing everywhere in Huaguo Mountain were loud, and 1,200 demon soldiers fell down where the God of Grass Head passed. Almost half of the empty space in Huaguo Mountain had been cleared.

In mid-air, the Monkey King, who was already bruised all over his body, and even his left arm and right leg were twisted irregularly, still refused to fall down.

The hands holding the golden cudgel were a little trembling, and they had exhausted all kinds of supernatural powers, but the opponent broke ten times with one force, directly suppressed him with absolute strength, and beat him without temper.

Naturally, Yang Jian would not make a deadly move, but it can be regarded as a heavy hand.

Jade can't be carved without carving, and the majesty of the monkey really needs to be killed in time to prevent it from becoming a disaster in the future.

"I didn't expect that there are people like you in Heaven..."

Leaning on the golden cudgel, Monkey King wiped off the fairy blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Yang Jian again.

As strong as the beginning, as determined as the beginning, as fierce as the beginning, as if to swallow Yang Jian in one bite.

Amidst the roar, there was another ferocious charge forward.

Yang Jian grabbed the three-tip and two-edged gun and moved forward, but this time he didn't fire the gun, but just slapped the front lightly.

There was a slight twist in the universe, Monkey King's figure was blocked from rushing forward, and the raised Dinghaishen needle fell weakly towards Yang Jian's forehead, but Yang Jian's palm hit the monkey's chest before that.

Falling out again, this situation has happened dozens or hundreds of times.

"Admit defeat, today you are defeated after all."

Yang Jian's indifferent voice drifted over. Lying on the somersault cloud, the Monkey King, who was almost unable to get up, bared his teeth, still showing a fierce look.

Or, this is the fierceness that has been suppressed in his heart.

"This monkey is quite a character," Nezha murmured softly, Li Jing coughed lightly, Nezha closed his mouth with a sneer, and didn't say much.

Below, the monkey got up tremblingly, and rushed up again with scars all over his body.

Yang Jian still only slapped the monkey's spirit body where it was not injured, and continued to aggravate his injury.

In the heavenly court, people who didn't know that Yang Jian had become the god of Bodhi Patriarch were all praising Yang Jian's bravery and invincibility at the moment. But knowing the real powers of Yang Jian who have stayed in Fangcun Mountain for fifty years, this picture is another situation.

This is to clearly sharpen the monkey's heart, temper the monkey's will, and sharpen the monkey's vigor by the way.

Every time Yang Jian shot, he didn't choose the monkey's vital point every time, but every time he would make the monkey's mysterious body tremble continuously.

Although most monks don't understand eight or nine profound arts, this scene seems to be completely understandable. Yang Jian is laying a solid foundation for the monkey and taking this opportunity to help the monkey practice.

No matter what, Sun Wukong is already on the verge of collapse. As soon as Sun Wukong falls, Yang Jian takes the Monkey King and returns to the Heavenly Court for business affairs, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with Yang Jian directly.

Tianting definitely didn't dare to really kill the Monkey King, but would give him many benefits like Yang Jian and help him practice all the way. This should be the calculation of Buddhism and the Jade Emperor, and use this to build a good relationship with Yang Jian...

In fact, probably so.

Maybe Sun Wukong finally calmed down at this time, or maybe he was stimulated by the disastrous defeat of those demon soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and finally there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Sun Wukong charged twice again, although he was still easily repelled by Yang Jian each time, but this time, he began to imitate Yang Jian's moves, even thinking about how to add a little injury to Yang Jian.

Even if it is only a little bit, it is the last dignity that Monkey King can get today.

It's a pity that Yang Jian, who was a little disappointed with the monkey, didn't give him this chance at all.

Yang Jian seemed to be a little impatient, his brows were slightly frowned, and the vertical eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.

In the vertical eye, the mystery of the six realms of reincarnation and the law of the cycle of heaven and earth suddenly appeared, and Sun Wukong was directly fixed in place.

Just as Yang Jian was about to knock the monkey unconscious, he saw a golden light flashing in the cloud. It was a diamond bracelet that hit the back of the monkey's head, and the monkey spit out a mouthful of blood. Holding the Dinghaishen needle, he fell weakly towards Huaguo Mountain.

The vajra bracelet is naturally Laojun's treasure. Laojun's move at this time seems to be quite heavy, but it actually saves Yang Jian a lot of trouble.

"Bring this monkey back to the Heavenly Court for trial," Laojun's voice came from deep in the sky, and Yang Jian clasped his hands in response, and threw out a fairy rope in his hand, directly tied up Monkey King, and threw it to the heavenly generals.

Then he looked like he had nothing to do with himself, watched the battle on Huaguo Mountain for a while, turned around and flew back to the chair in the cloud, sat in the chair with leisure time, quietly closed his eyes and meditated.

Zi Youtian will escort the monkey back to the Heavenly Court, but Li Jing and Nezha stand behind Yang Jian and continue to supervise the battle here.

Most of the monster soldiers scattered across the mountains and plains were already dead or injured.

The twelve hundred witches were like a sharp blade, tearing apart the defense lines of the monster soldiers one after another, and gradually destroying the defenses of these monster soldiers.

The Meishan Immortal Soldiers who rushed forward behind these Wu Clan children were basically unharmed, and most of the time they were picking up some demon soldiers who didn't have much thought of resisting.

Yang Jian had said before that if he did not surrender, he would be killed without mercy.

In front of these witch clan children who hated the monster clan so much, the monster soldiers had no chance of surrendering, and were swept away by twelve hundred witches like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

"Brother," Nezha asked thoughtfully, "is the monkey considered our disciple?"

"Not counting," Yang Jian shook his head, then thought of the monkey's performance before, and exhaled a little annoyed.

Originally, Yang Jian didn't intend to let the monkey go to the Westward Journey Road to practice. The Westward Journey suppressed the monkey's nature very strongly, and there was even a small catastrophe of the real and fake Monkey King. Perhaps the Buddhist sect would do something to the monkey secretly.

But at this time, Yang Jian really couldn't think of any other opportunities for monkeys to grow up and sharpen other than Journey to the West, which had been foretold by the Dao of Heaven at this time.

He didn't want the monkey to grind out its fangs, but he had to let the monkey learn how to think.

One day, General Tian hurriedly came to deliver an order, telling Li Tianwang, Nezha and Yang Jian to return to the Heavenly Court to receive their rewards. Yang Jian glanced at Huaguo Mountain and said nothing. He joined the two wives who were waiting in the sky, and entered the Nantian Gate together.