The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　The light curtain covering the Dragon Palace is a large array, which can block the enemy or keep out the water.

　　If you don't take a trip in person, no one knows that the bottom of the deep sea still hides a treasure hall comparable to the heavenly palace-the East China Sea Crystal Palace.

　　 Walking on the path in the temple paved with pearl agate, looking at the rare and exotic treasures on both sides, Yang Jian's eyes were also dizzy.

　　 Fortunately, these are treasures in the eyes of ordinary people. They don't have much spirituality. They are useless in practice. Otherwise, the monks who come here will definitely try to rub some scraps in the Crystal Palace and return...

　　The Dragon Palace has hundreds of halls, and each hall has a banquet. Many beautiful clam girls walk around, sang wine and food. At a glance, there is a hall where monsters gather, and there are also areas where human ascetics are in groups; there are guests from all over the five continents, and there are also three thousand powerful places of great power.

　　 As long as the immortal cultivation base receives an invitation from Dragon Palace, he can come here to have a banquet.

　　The dragon clan holds a group fairy banquet every ten years. In fact, it is helpless-they can only rely on this method to maintain their prestige and avoid some small peeping at night, and they will not have much luck.

　　 Aoji, the sixth prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, can be regarded as a well-known and strong knowledge. It is also quite well-organized to introduce the many palaces of the dragon clan. It is not the first time to be a "guide".

　　 Yang Jian replied two sentences from time to time, which is also regarded as a joy for the host and the guest.

　　 After passing through many palaces, Yang Jian roughly calculated that the number of immortals who came to the Dragon Palace for a banquet should exceed 30,000, and they were all figures above the level of Tianxian cultivation, which was really surprising.

　　 They walked to the central area of ​​the Dragon Palace and walked up a long flight of steps. Ao Ji accompanied him up the steps, going to the highest point and the most magnificent hall.

　　 There are nine halls floating beside the main hall. Each of the ten halls is filled with an aura. The least of these auras are actually in the golden fairy realm.

　　 Yang Jian estimated in his mind that there are hundreds of Golden Immortals in the ten palaces.

　　 This is really... a great world of monasticism where Da Luo walks everywhere.

　　 "Brother Yang, don't be offended," Ao Ji took the initiative to introduce, "Among the nine halls, the Southwest Hall and West Hall are where the guests of the demon clan are."

　　 Yang Jian nodded, and glanced at the two halls, his complexion remained unchanged, his mouth still smiling.

　　 Aoji laughed and asked: "What kind of hatred does Yang brother and Yaozu have?"

　　 Yang Jian: "There is no selfish grievance, but there are clan feuds."

Ao Ji froze for a moment, carefully savoring Yang Jian’s words, and then made a serious expression to Yang Jian, "Brother Yang, please forgive me. Ao Ji had thought of mediating between Brother Yang and the Yaozu, but I underestimated Brother Yang."

　　 The so-called clan feud refers to the life and death feud between the two races when the human race was slaughtered by the monster race in ancient times.

　　 In Aoji's view, the ascetics of Yang Jian who are so devoted to the human race are much stronger than the human ascetics he has seen only for themselves, and it has also aroused a little resonance from the dragon prince.

　　 What’s even more rare is that Yang Jian came out of the sage to teach three generations of disciples. He could have jumped out of these disputes, but he still regarded himself as a human race and did not forget the root...

　　 The admiration in Aoji's heart is getting stronger.

　　 "Brother Ao is polite," Yang Jian said, "It's better to go to the temple soon, lest my uncle and uncle be blamed."

　　 "Good, brother Yang, please."

　　 The two of them speeded up their pace, and in the blink of an eye they passed hundreds of steps and approached the main dragon palace.

　　 At this time, the main hall of the Dragon Palace and the surrounding nine halls gradually became quiet, and the music was pleasing to the ear, and the music from the ten places was played synchronously without any difference.

　　 A line of divine consciousness fell on Yang Jian.

　　 And those demon clan Jinxian and Da Luo all showed cold expression, and demon clan Da Luo secretly exerted coercion, wanting to make Yang Jian embarrassed on the steps.

　　 More than a dozen powers originated in the Southwest Hall and West Hall, and directly suppressed Yang Jian and Aoji.

　　 In the main hall, two high-seat Taoists opened their eyes at the same time, and a Taoist leader with a square face in the Chinese character was about to help, but was stopped by the beard and thin Taoist leader next to him.

　　 Square face said in a long speech: "Junior Brother Yuding is humble, and his disciples must not be deceived by others!"

"Look at it, if he can't stand it anymore, we will take action again." Another Taoist chief stroked his beard and chuckled. "Our nephew is not easy. Junior Brother Yuding usually doesn't show the mountains and water. The disciple who came out was so good."

　　 The square-faced Taoist nodded when he heard the words, and looked at Yang Jian and Aoji.

　　 At this time, Yang Jian and Ao Ji were very calm, but they must have transported their whole body mana to resist the pressure of the big Luo Golden Demon, and they could not hold on for long.

　　 But with them, Yang Jian will definitely not suffer.

　　Although the square-faced Daoist is also the Da Luo Jinxian, there is a big difference between Da Luo Jinxian and Da Luo Jinxian. Not to mention that there are brothers next to him, here is his'home', those monster races...

　　 Hmph, I don’t know how to die!

　　 On the steps, Yang Jian and Aoji both felt the tremendous pressure on their faces, but both of them were arrogant people and continued to climb the steps.

　　 Suddenly heard a cold snort, and again a few big Luo Jinxian aura rushed out of the West Hall and Southwest Hall, and pressed down towards Yang Jian.

　　 Aoji was purely implicated and accidentally injured.

　　 Yang Jian's figure remained motionless, with his hands on his back, strolling forward and looking around...

　　 Aoji had some cold sweat on his forehead. This sixth prince was a golden immortal, and he had not yet been promoted to Da Luo. His supernatural powers were not weak.

　　, but under the pressure of nearly twenty monsters from Da Luo, he was still a little weak, and his steps began to float.

　　 "Brother Yang..."

　　 "Brother Ao, let's not say we can go to the temple to drink, how can we get drunk now?" Yang Jian chuckled lightly and raised his hand to hold Ao Ji's arm.

　　 On the main seat of the main hall, a light flashed across the eyes of the old man with a dragon head, but it disappeared.

　　 Aoji wanted to leave with an excuse, and didn't want the Dragon Race to be involved in the battle between the Human Race and the Monster Race, but Yang Jian grabbed him and resisted most of the coercion for him, and did not give him the slightest chance to speak.

　　 Yang Jian strolled leisurely in the courtyard, and climbed more than ten steps. At this time, not only the ten most central halls of the Dragon Palace, but the palaces everywhere in the Dragon Palace gradually became quiet, and the gods watched Yang Jian.

　　 More than a dozen waves of the great Luo Jin demon's aura swept away, mixed into the vast coercion, and intended to suppress Yang Jian's aura.

　　 The air in front is like a copper wall and an iron wall, and there are many murderous intentions hidden. Although the big Luo of those monster races can't take action, but with such overlapping auras, if Yang Jian is really just blindly trying to maintain it, it will also cause Yang Jian to be seriously injured.

　　 Even if the explanation is to blame, they can shirk, they just want to try Yang Jian's disposition, who would have thought that they would accidentally hurt the Guijiao disciples...

　　Sure enough, Yang Jian frowned, raised his left foot for a while, and barely fell down...

　　 Is he about to reach his limit?

　　 Do not miss the machine!

　　 Suddenly, more than 20 big Luo Jin monsters released their momentum and pressed towards Yang Jian!

　　 Aoji's complexion was already extremely pale, and his breathing was a bit short, if he hadn't resisted, a mouthful of dragon blood would have come out.

　　He represents the Dragon Clan at this time. If Yang Jian, the targeted protagonist, is safe and sound, he would vomit blood first, this...

　　 What is this! These **** old demon!

　　 Aoji sighed in his heart, forcibly operating the Dragon Clan’s secret method, fighting to lose essence, temporarily resisting the power ahead.

　　 At the same time, he noticed Yang Jian's horror.

　　 is not the terrible cultivation base-Yang Jian's combat power at this time, in fact, and Aoji are also in the middle.

　　 What surprised Aoji was Yang Jian's disposition and calculation.

　　 Yang Jian showed a strenuous appearance at this time, and the pace of stepping up the steps became slower and slower, and even his legs trembled slightly...

　　 can hold his palm and continuously inject a mysterious power into himself, helping himself withstand more and more power, and there is no sign of interruption or weakening!

　　 Aoji glanced at Yang Jian deeply, and suddenly felt a kind of...sympathy for the demon clan's legends and predecessors in those two halls.

　　 Although I don’t know why, but this guy is not afraid of the coercion!

　　 The more Da Luo Jin demon shots now, the more ugly the demon clan will become!

　　 Aoji sighed in his heart and continued to maintain his stride hard, following Yang Jian.

　　 The last thirty steps!

　　The Monster Race Da Luo in the Dragon Palace has all shot at this time. Every time he feels that Yang Jian is about to fall, but Yang Jian magically persists...

　　 With that, the mottled aura of those golden immortal big monsters also pressed up, all wanting to be the last straw to overwhelm the camel.

　　 It's a pity that Yang Jian's pace is getting slower and slower, but he never stops or bows his head, his eyes are always looking at the most central palace.

　　 Although many Human Race Da Luo wanted to help, but they did not dare to help Yang Jian resist the pressure of the group of monster race Da Luo, so as not to prevent the air force from pulling each other, it would increase the pressure on Yang Jian...

　　Many Terran monks have suddenly got up, one by one, glaring at the West Hall and Southwest Hall, as long as Yang Jian falls, they will immediately go to the Demon Race to settle the account!

　　 more than masters?

　　 The nine main halls around the main hall, among the remaining seven, most of them are Jinxian and Daluo from the Central China and the Three Thousand Worlds!

　　 At the banquet in the corner of the main hall, a pair of wonderful eyes stared at Yang Jian on the steps, their eyes slightly blank...

　　 She heard the name of Yang Jian from other people in the audience, feeling as if she had forgotten something in her heart, but she felt that she was always familiar with Yang Jian...

　　 Five hundred years ago, they had seen...

　　 Yang Jian stood on the eighteenth step from the bottom, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com seems to have reached its limit, but a little smile suddenly appeared.

　　 "You demons, do you have these skills?"

　　 His tone is very light, his originally trembling body slowly straightened, one hand supported Ao Ji, who was completely untenable, and the other hand was behind him, standing proudly.

　　 When the group of Da Luo Jin demon who suppressed Yang Jian with agility, all their complexions changed.

what happened?

　　 Yang Jian's complexion was indifferent, and he took a step forward, suddenly a wave of fierce momentum surged around his body.

　　 Like a sword, it broke a heavy cotton wool directly! Destroy, without hindrance!

　　Who is respected on the road?

　　 Mysterious Nine Turns I walk alone!

　　 Yang Jian's heart reverberated. When he first practiced the Eighty-Nine Profound Art, the indomitable giant roared the words!

　　 Avenue alone!

　　What the coercion of the big Luo, what the aura of the golden fairy, what the aura suppresses!

　　 This world can't hold me down, but I can support this world!

　　 Yang Jian took another step, all the momentum in front of him was washed away!

　　 Zhou Shizhang's Qi machine was in chaos, and even a spiritual vortex appeared one after another.

　　 Those big Luojin monsters seemed to hear a loud applause and hit them in the face!

　　 but I didn't dare to attack blatantly!

　　 Aoji only felt the pressure on him suddenly dissipated, and he almost lay down on the steps under his feet. Yang Jian held him in time, and Aoji cast a slightly grateful expression.

　　 Yang Yan said warmly: "Let's go, let's go in first, don't let my uncle and uncle wait too long."

　　 "Hey," Ao Ji agreed, unknowingly being turned away by Yang Jian, but he didn't feel any grudge in his heart, but felt very warm...