The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Still a great saint...

Yang Jian said in his heart that he was not in a hurry, it must be a lie. If there were only hundreds of thousands of Xumojiu troops, no matter how many Da Luo Jinxian and quasi-sacred realm masters, the army that the Black Spirit Nation had deployed long ago would be able to resist the opponent.

However, it was this Daoist sage who could block and kill anyone against the army of the Spirit Race.

Even in the trap, Yang Jian has clairvoyance and can see the changes around him.

Xiao Lan had just returned to Honghuang at the risk of her own death, which made Yang Jian feel relieved, but also felt a little guilty.

His wife is also running around for the catastrophe, and even struggles to survive in the hands of the saint.

And next, Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan will face the threat of a Daoist sage and hundreds of thousands of Xu Mojiu, and their lives will hardly skyrocket.

As a husband like this, how can you feel at ease?

He only hated himself for not being able to understand the limits of the Eighty-Nine Profound Arts, not being able to comprehend the changes in the principles of the strongest, and not being able to quickly calm down the overall situation because of his lack of cultivation.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, introspecting and blaming himself, the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger, but his heart was calmer.

He can't panic, otherwise today's battle will be hopeless.

The most troublesome thing now is the blood mist supernatural power of Wujing in this picture, and then the trapped formation around it.

How to crack this supernatural power?

What would Watanabe do if he encountered such a situation? I'm afraid I'll chop Tu Wujing into pieces with one knife... There's no reference value at all.

Still think about what method Yang Jian should use to break Tu Wujing's supernatural power.

It's not that Yang Jian has never tried before. When using the Three Thousand Gods and Demons, he trapped all the blood mist of Tu Wujing into his body and went into the universe.

But firstly, the universe within the body is not complete, its power is limited, and it is difficult to really trap Tu Wujing; secondly, Yang Jian's Dao realm has not reached the point of suppressing Tu Wujing, and the universe within the body is still immature, and cannot accommodate Tu Wujing's Dao at all.

It still has to be broken with external force.

The problem is that the blood mist is not affected at all...

While fighting fiercely with the opponent, Yang Jian thought about how to break the situation.

It's useless for him to be anxious, the opponent's supernatural power is like this; I'm afraid that Yang Jian will finally figure out a way to break the opponent's supernatural power, and Hong Huang's side has already been broken by Xu Mo.

In this way, all previous efforts are really in vain.

Yang Jian sighed softly from the bottom of his heart, his thoughts were spinning rapidly, and even the insights of the Dao that he had accumulated from practicing in the Chaos Clock for many years also slowly emerged.

Such a predicament and such an opponent really gave Yang Jian a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In fact, it is more appropriate to call the exercises he practiced "warfare". Whether it is the eight or nine profound arts left by Pangu, or the invincible golden body formula that traverses the world of Taishi, if he can understand something during the battle, it will be a real opportunity.

Practicing is not to be locked up in a place where there is no one. Fighting with others, fighting with heaven and earth, and even having fun with wives, concubines and Taoist companions are actually a kind of practice.

During the fight, Yang Jian's eyes became deeper and deeper, and Dao Yun around him was quietly changing to such an extent that neither of them noticed.

It's just that these changes are too subtle and cannot lead to a real epiphany in a short period of time.

time.

Now, whether Yang Jian can break through the formation in time to slaughter the powerful enemies here and rush back to Honghuang is actually the key to determining whether Honghuang can resist the attack of the strongest.

It's a pity that none of the saint remnant spirits in Xuandu City can help Yang Jian. If a few saint remnant spirits can get out, the situation in front of him will be resolved in the blink of an eye.

...

Prehistoric, beyond the sky, a land of nothingness where hundreds of thousands of miles of universe collapsed.

The two figures were strange and erratic, changing from real to real; even if Da Luo Jinxian was watching the fighting here, he couldn't understand what was going on.

But the result was clear at a glance-Yun Xiao delayed the ninth Xeon.

No one knows how Empress Yunxiao did it. Not long ago, Yunxiao was still at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, and it seemed that she was only one step away from the realm of a saint, but in fact there was still a long way to go.

But all of a sudden, Yunxiao seemed to have become a great saint after sleeping, and he also had a complete saint's great way!

What's more, Yun Xiao should choose whether to embark on the road of being a powerful person who integrates many Taos, or the road of a Taoist who sacrifices himself to fulfill this road...

This is really too unbelievable, even Sanqing and Tianyan Daozi are a little unclear.

But the result was good, and that was enough.

Yun Xiao delayed Xu Mo, and Xu Mo was so eager to kill Yun Xiao and seize the Dao that he didn't care about the prehistoric battle situation.

However, the strongest side always has the upper hand. After Venerable Aoki also joined the Saint Fighting Skills, the saints of the Great Desolation obviously fell into a defensive position.

Under the blessing of the power of the law of heaven, the monks of the Great Desolation also became more courageous as they fought. There were many casualties on both sides.

This is the catastrophe.

The world is boundless, and the apocalypse is indestructible; the end of the prehistoric era seems to have come, but the prehistoric monks are still struggling.

During the battle, the one thousand eight hundred witches and the reinforcements from Huoyun Cave should be mentioned.

They and Zhen Yuanzi and other great powers faced off against a group of formidable opponents, and these opponents were none other than the Wu Clan who once ruled the five continents on the prehistoric land...

Zu Wu.

Except for Houtu, eleven crippled ancestral witches reappeared.

It's just that Xu Mo didn't know if Xu Mo did it on purpose. After being resurrected, a demon emperor like Donghuang Taiyi has achieved the Dao of Saints, but the strength of these ancestor witches is far worse than before.

The reason may be that the ancestor witch is a physical body of cultivation, and Xu Mo, the most powerful person, is also from the Yuan Shendao, so he cannot reproduce the full strength of the ancestor witch.

In this battle situation, the eyes of many Wu Clan children were red, witch ghosts and witches and a group of Wu Clan elders were crying and howling.

What they want to kill is their ancestors; but the resurrected ancestor witches have already destroyed their minds, killing everything in their sights like ferocious beasts.

Xuanyuan Huangdi used a small trick to lure the eleven ancestor witches and a group of great witches who followed the ancestor witches out of the enemy's battle formation, and trapped them on an iceberg.

"This is the time of the great war, don't waste too much force here," Xuanyuan Huangdi said with a frown, then raised Xuanyuan sword high and roared: "Everyone, do it! Let these dead people sleep peacefully!"

"Destroy it, they are just the shells brought back by the strongest."

The witch rested her cane on the ice, and cried out in a crying voice: "Please return to your ancestors!"

A group of Wu clan children cried and shouted: "Please return to your throne, all ancestors!"

When the shout fell, there was a shocking killing cry all around. Several great witch priests and dozens of great powers shot out with all their strength. Under the watchful eyes of the children of the Wu clan, they wiped out all the ancestor witches and great witches who had finally reappeared in front of them...

"The most powerful..."

Da Ang's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed into the light of the supernatural powers with a few arms waving the magic weapon, beheading the bodies of several ancestral witches...

After a while, the battle here ended, and the reinforcements from the strongest side had arrived.

As Xuanyuan Huangdi pointed his sword, the army of Huoyun Cave attacked head-on, leaving only a few soldiers and horses of the Wu clan staying here.

Roaring loudly, he knelt down together with the witches and witches, as well as the children of the surrounding Wu clan.

The great witch priest who was acquainted with Yang Jian shouted tremblingly: "This most powerful man relied on his supernatural powers to harass my ancestors and bully people too much! Even if my witch clan is broken with their tile jade today, it will not be possible to get rid of this hatred!"

"war!"

"The Wu Clan does not ask for the continuation of the bloodline today, but only hopes that the world opened up by the Father God will last forever!"

"Where is the war witch! Where is the soul witch!"

Several groups of Wu Clan disciples quickly assembled, roared across the ice field, and rushed to the place of fierce battle at high speed.

Wherever it is most dangerous, there are these witches.

Da Ang even rushed to the center of the battle at the rate of 1,850. This group of 'boys' of the Wu clan relied on their blood and fearless death, and forcibly tore apart the front line of the battle.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound between the sky and the earth, and beams of light descended from the sky, enveloping the children of the Witch Clan.

Heaven has a feeling, it seems that the power of protection has been lowered...

Countless years have passed since Taoist Qianhong joined forces first, and the Dao of Heaven has never been on the side of the Wu Clan.

But today, the way of heaven has given the Wu clan the merit and good fortune they deserve, and even on the bodies of each of the Wu clan's children, the power of heaven has been used to condense blood-colored armor to bless the bodies of all witches!

Heavenly armor!

The children of the Wu Clan who are like wolves and tigers are even more powerful. Many Wu Clans even rely on the armor of the Heavenly Dao to fly directly into the sky and escape from the ground, killing the sky from the ice field...

This should be the foreshadowing God Pangu left for the Wu Clan!

Only the witch clan blessed with the power of heaven can be called the prehistoric warrior clan!

"Hey, these little guys are so fierce?"

In the sky, the head disciple of a certain sect who was "playing with Donghuang Taiyi" was amazed for a while, and looked up at Donghuang Taiyi, and said with a smile: "If it wasn't for Qianhong's schemes, you would have been exterminated seven or eight times long ago if you dared to provoke such a witch clan."

"Hmph!" Dong Huangtai looked rather ugly, but she couldn't argue with anything.

The Lich War was actually the result of Dao Ancestor secretly supporting their demon clan. Otherwise, why would the monster clan they put together compete for the world with the blood left by God Pangu?

"Xuandu, you have hidden deep enough," Donghuang Taiyi said coldly, "Who are you? I have tried my best, but I still can't break through your supernatural powers. Don't tell me that you are only a quasi-sage."

"Cultivation is such a matter, in fact, it fluctuates from high to low, and no one can say for sure."

Xuandu said something indifferently, then glanced at Donghuang Taiyi with a half-smile, and then laughed softly, as if he hesitated to speak.

"Forget it, it's useless to say these things to a guy like you who may be able to explain himself at any time. Although you are you, you are no longer you. The real Donghuang Taiyi has long since fallen, and you, afterward, think that you are Donghuang Taiyi. In fact, it is just his obsession, a little power of the primordial spirit."

"Full of nonsense!"

"What's the hurry, come and hit me," Xuan Du suddenly smiled, "Don't let others think that you are passive and sabotage here, and you still have old feelings for Hong Huang."

Donghuang Taiyi's face turned ashen immediately, but even though he attacked with all his strength, he still couldn't help but fall into Xuandu's leisurely defensive rhythm...

All in all, quite frustrating.

As he clicked, Xuandu seemed to have sensed something, and glanced at the sky beyond the East China Sea, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It turned out to be her who came back. She is a pretty girl with a bit of courage."

What he was talking about should be Xiao Lan who just appeared outside the sky and then recruited spirit clan masters to protect him.