The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The figures intertwined, the avenues collided, and dozens of mottled rays of light rushed in all directions, as if they were going to destroy the entire Xuandu City.

Xuandu City trembled violently!

Yang Jian's golden body was like a sharp sword passing by at a high speed. Although the Daoist Saint who blocked him from the side faced Yang Jian head-on, he was beaten back by Yang Jian, unable to resist head-on.

Fortunately, Yang Jian didn't lock the double overlapping force exerted by this person, and the double overlapping force was still a little stiff in Yang Jian's hands at this time, and the change was not enough, so this person was only injured and escaped with his life.

However, the saint that Yang Jian locked before, after all, failed to escape the blade of the three-pointed two-edged gun...

Even if Yang Jian's shot was knocked out of most of his strength by the strong man close to the peak of the saint, he still beheaded the saint...

An avenue shining with the rhyme of the wind was directly torn to pieces by the gun light.

A Daoist sage fell into Xuandu City just like that.

Yang Jian suddenly turned around, full of murderous aura and force.

"Array! Let's retreat!"

The dao sage who wanted to stop Yang Jian scolded anxiously, and the other 12 dao sages appeared outside Xuandu City almost instantly, watching Yang Jian warily.

The Great Dao Saints here are all strong men who followed Xu Mo to conquer Tai Su and destroy Tai Su. They are also true Dao Saints, and some of them started practicing from the Tai Chi Realm.

The leader of the army, that is, the one who confronted Yang Jian just now, was wearing a blood-colored robe, with a white face and no beard, and looked a little handsome, but exuded a cold aura.

This person seems to be cultivating the way of magic, and he can push the realm of cultivation to the point where he is close to the perfection of the saint realm, so he should be a well-known figure in Taisu.

It's a pity that he became the lackey of the strongest.

Yang Jian swung his spear horizontally, separated from the shattered nine-fold city wall of Xuandu City, and looked down upon the thirteen Daoist saints outside the city.

Even though the Daoist saints here are by no means comparable to those who were forcibly erected by Donghuang Taiyi, he still has the confidence to kill all these Daoist saints here.

"Yang Jian!"

Suddenly there was a cry from below, Yang Jian was overjoyed immediately, and looked down, only to see several figures surrounded by dozens of scarred spirit warriors in the large formation arranged by Old Master Mo with his own puppets.

Yao Ji's white clothes were stained with blood, her face was pale, her lips were trembling slightly.

The ones supporting Yao Ji from left to right, if not Feng Wu and Xiao Lan, who else?

It was Xiao Lan who called Yang Jian just now, and at this time, Old Master Mo often breathed a sigh of relief, stroking his beard and smiling, as if he had let go of something on his mind.

Hearing this cry, dozens of auras came out from the saint's tomb, but they were the remnant spirits of the saints, but at this time they were all trapped in the saint's tomb and could not come to help the battle, so they had to watch the battle outside in the heart sea realm.

Yang Jian said: "You enter the saint's tomb first, and I will deal with this place."

"Jian'er..." Yao Yao called softly, as if he hesitated to speak.

Yang Jian paid homage to Yao Ji in the air, without saying anything, and turned to face the thirteen figures outside the city.

What follows is bound to be a fierce battle.

And myself, I must kill the opponent cleanly and protect the people behind me!

Who would know how sad and remorseful Yang Jian felt when he saw the shattered Hei Ling Kingdom, and how angry and crazy he felt.

Now, Yang Jian is already standing here, there is no need to worry about it, and he doesn't need to calculate anything.

What he has to do is to slaughter the enemies in front of him, and let these powerful enemies who try to destroy everything about him be annihilated in ashes.

He didn't move, and a group of remnants of the spirit race below supported each other and walked towards the entrance of the saint's tomb.

"Mother, let's go in too. My husband can only be distracted here." Xiao Lan comforted softly, Yao Ji nodded slightly, and looked at Yang Jian's figure with a pale face.

Children are always the flesh that falls from her body. Even though Yang Jian has a tyrannical ability that Yao Ji can't understand, in Yao Ji's eyes, she is still a baby who needs to be taken care of by herself...

She wanted to say something, just let Yang Jian take care of herself, and don't take risks for them.

But when the words came to his lips, he was worried that what he said would make Yang Jian feel unhappy, so he could only endure it, and was supported by the two daughters-in-law into the saint's tomb.

Dozens of puppets of Old Master Mo stood there, still maintaining the formation, and escorted these figures into the saint's tomb, where they were directly picked up by Xue Sheng Canling and Liuli Treasure Lord.

Since then, Yang Jian really has no worries.

"Hey, it's really worthy of my old bones to be able to last until you come."

Old Master Mo sighed softly, Yang Jian's heart twitched, and he looked down, the great formation had dissipated, and the vast mana began to turn into vigorous vitality, filling the city of Xuandu.

Dozens of puppet bodies of Old Master Mo shattered almost at the same time—first, spider web-like cracks appeared, then shattered pieces, and finally turned into crystal powder, which slowly drifted away.

After the bodies of these puppets collapsed, two quasi-sacred puppets, a man and a woman, stood below and slowly sat down.

It's Puppet Fourteen and another...

A figure exuding precious light appeared next to Yang Jian. It was Old Master Mo's soul. At this moment, Yang Jian noticed that the Dao entrusted by Old Master Mo's soul had completely collapsed...

"The road ahead is long, and there are many difficulties. The great world is immortal, and the soul of Dao is immortal."

Old Master Mo recited softly, his eyes saw through the low sky of Xuandu City, through the endless sea of ​​chaos, through the years, as if he saw the high-spirited Tai Sushi, a monk who fell into madness for the way of puppet.

"Yang Jian, remember, before you have the strength to overthrow the universe, don't let the strongest know your true identity."

What does Old Master Mo mean by these words?

"senior……"

"I've done my way, I've given up my heart. Although I have regrets, it's still hard to go any further," Old Master Mo waved his hands lightly, then walked forward with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the low sky.

As he kept walking, his figure continued to disintegrate, but this mighty legendary power left only a few sighs in the end.

If Taoism is far away, it is also disadvantageous.

Immortals are hard to start, and hard to end.

Below, the two puppets who were also scarred did not say anything. When the figure of Old Master Mo disappeared, the two puppets raised their hands and pinched a jade plate on their hearts, crushing it lightly.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, he was out of anger at this moment, but the Lingtai was emptier than ever.

His eyes swept out of the city, fighting with the eyes of the thirteen saints.

"You are Yang Jian?"

The saint in the blood robe sneered, "Sure enough, you are still here. The master is right. You are always more concerned about your own personal affairs. Since you are here, Honghuang must be in the master's pocket. You can't win no matter what, the undefeated golden body? Heh."

"You will all be buried here today."

kill!

Yang Jian let out a roar, and his figure turned into a thousand-foot-sized Kunpeng, which charged towards the outside of the city with the power of destroying heaven and earth!

"Where is the army!"

The blood-robed Taoist shouted loudly, his palms turned into blood jade, and he directly won over Yang Jian.

If you look carefully, the blood-robed Taoist actually has a pair of thin gloves on his hands.

Two overlapping forces!

cut!

Yang Jian's attack was violent, and this time he slashed at the blood-robed Taoist without reservation.

This blood-robed man seemed a little arrogant, and he wanted to use his palm to borrow Yang Jian's supernatural power, even after seeing Yang Jian kill a Daoist saint with one blow...

But in fact, there was a little sarcasm in this person's eyes, and the moment Yang Jian shot him down, his figure turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The extremely sharp three-pointed double-edged spear directly cut the blood mist, but the blood mist gathered again in a blink of an eye, and directly condensed into the figure of the blood-robed man. He had already reached Yang Jian and slapped Yang Jian on the chest.

The golden light shone, Yang Jian's body trembled a few times, and he took half a step back, while the man in the blood robe turned into a blood mist and wrapped Yang Jian directly with a big laugh.

Such supernatural powers really made Yang Jian feel a little helpless for a while.

The shouts of killing came from outside the city, and hundreds of thousands of Xumo's old troops rushed into the city of Xuandu, circling around Yang Jian's body.

And the other 12 Dao sages were not idle, and directly displayed their supernatural powers and activated the innate treasures from a distance, blasting Yang Jian's golden body wildly.

Such a formation is completely tailor-made for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's heart turned rapidly, thinking about the magical method of breaking the blood mist; he has tried many times, no matter whether it is calcined with real fire or suppressed with the Heaven-Suppressing Jedi Seal, none of them can pose a direct threat to the blood mist.

On the contrary, the blood mist was watching Yang Jian's flaws all the time, and hit Yang Jian with a palm from time to time. Although it couldn't hurt Yang Jian, it restricted Yang Jian's movements.

Yang Jian is a physical practitioner, and this blood-robed man has such an innate advantage when facing a physical practitioner.

How to break the game?

Yang Jian had various thoughts in his heart, but he kept denying them.

He glanced at the figures surrounding him who didn't dare to get close, but who were only shooting cold arrows in the distance, and the divine eyes on their foreheads slowly opened.

Blood……

Break the blood with blood!

Yang Jian shouted suddenly, his golden body shook, and dozens of blood arrows shot out from all over his body, piercing the blood mist in a blink of an eye.

This is Yang Jian's mysterious blood, and it is the precious blood of a saint after sanctification! There are seven colors of light in the blood, and it seems that every drop contains tyrannical power.

But, what is Yang Jian doing with such bloodletting?

The man in the blood robe was a little confused, but he immediately reminded the surrounding army to be careful.

Before he could speak, the dozens of blood arrows fired by Yang Jian had already broken through layers of heaven and earth, rushing into the surrounding army and in front of the twelve saints.

Then, it exploded with a bang!

Drops of profound blood drifted away, and Yang Jian, who was trapped in the blood mist, let out a low growl, and an incomparably huge tree of primordial spirit appeared behind him.

Supernatural powers, blood incarnation!

Hundreds of thousands of Yang Jian appeared in various positions, with stern faces, holding spears and long swords in their hands, and rushed towards the nearby monks.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of monks were hit hard, and the twelve saints rushed towards the incarnations made by Yang Jian when they saw this, but unexpectedly, a few rays of light flashed, and the twelve saints were attacked by Yang Jian's blood-dripping avatars!