The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The leader of the Guihong League issued an edict, and all the great powers of the prehistoric and the wild gathered together. Except for a few people who were busy with recuperating and practicing, those who could be called famous and have great supernatural powers were enshrined in the Old Department of the Heavenly Court and the Chaotian Pavilion. They gathered in the city of Fengdu, the underworld.

At this time, the land of Nanbuzhou is really only Fengdu City as a 'fairy city', and there is no other place to go besides this place.

The light on the Six Paths of Reincarnation was shining, Yang Jian stepped out, and all the cultivators bowed to salute.

Yang Jian saluted from a distance in the air, and then descended from the clouds, standing in the middle of the high platform.

At this time, there were thirty or forty people on the stage, all with their own seats behind them; there were seven or eight hundred people under the stage, all with futons and seats.

Although the Guihong League is divided into leader and deputy leader, monks of the Great Desolation are not high or low. Everyone gathers to deal with the catastrophe and protect the Great Desolation. There is no reason for most people to stand, and only a few high-ranking people sit.

Lord Yan of the Tenth Palace also put his heart into it, and attracted many ghost cultivators to serve him here, but there were also those outstanding ghost fairies who brought fairy fruits and fairy tea.

There are also many ghosts and fairies dancing lightly beside them, playing strings and blowing pipes. For a while, they can be regarded as fairy sounds, and the wind is blowing...

Yang Jian was also happy when he saw this, he took two steps forward, looked at the fairies in the audience, and said in a deep voice:

"Today, I summoned fellow Taoists to come here. There is nothing else to do, but to counterattack the powerful enemy, regain the lost land, and restore the world to a bright future!"

"At this time, Xu Mo, the most powerful man, has not healed his old injuries, so he can still fight against him. If he recovers from his injuries, the Great Desolation will be in danger."

"That's why this battle is our last chance. Whether the visible world and the place where the living beings live or not can survive depends entirely on you and me fighting to the death here!"

With just a few words, the hearts of many Daxiu practitioners were stirred up.

The fear of the previous period, the resentment of the later period, and the fighting spirit of this moment, all burst forth!

But Yang Jian raised his hand slightly, and said again: "The counterattack against the prehistoric is easy to say, as long as you and I win consecutive battles and kill the enemy. But if you really care about it, there are still many things that need to be planned in advance."

"What we have done today is to discuss the method of battle formation and the strategy of dividing and combining troops. You are all famous people in the wild, so you should speak freely."

After saying that, Yang Jian turned around and walked to the only vacant seat in the middle of the high platform, made a gesture of invitation, and sat down safely.

For a while, all the monks here were silently thinking, but no one stood up.

Of course, these overhauls are not to be afraid of Yang Jian, but to fear that his words will be lost, which will affect the subsequent battle situation.

Looking at the dozens of people on the high platform, sitting next to Yang Jian are Ao Xinke and Li Jing, who are also the two most important deputy leaders of the Guihong League. One is responsible for dispatching the original Heavenly Court forces, and the other is able to control the Chaos Spirit Clan army.

Beside Ao Xinke, Xiao Lan, Kong Xuan, Chu Qi, Chi Jingzi, Ao Fangtian, Taoist Huanglong are all guarding the sky outside the sky, everyone can't come to discuss, no one can deal with the surprise attack of the most powerful army.

Next to Li Jing were the Three Emperors of Huoyun Cave and the two great priests of Chaotian Pavilion. At this time, they were all waiting for others to speak first, and did not take the initiative to say anything.

After that, more than a dozen masters from the three religions of Buddhism and Taoism closed their eyes and rested their minds at this moment, so there was no way to ask them about the marching and formation.

After them, there are more than a dozen prehistoric masters, such as Zhenyuan Great Immortal, Wu Clan Great Witch Ji and so on.

Sitting on the edge of the high platform are the generals of Tianting and Chaotian Pavilion. These people may not have high cultivation levels, but they have the ability to lead the army, and they can bring out the greatest strength in various battle formations.

The arrangement in the audience is relatively simple, just a few fellow daoists who are familiar with each other take their seats casually.

Yang Jian sat there and waited quietly, beginning to realize what it was like when the Jade Emperor finished speaking and the immortals below were so silent.

It's not because he's afraid of being shot, but because he really has nothing to say.

There are Li Jing and others in the march. They will just find their opponents to fight desperately. What tactics do they need?

Unless there is a good strategy that can change the situation of the battle as long as it is used, no one wants to express themselves at this moment.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered, which was somewhat embarrassing.

It was Li Jing who stood up and said in a deep voice: "The counterattack has been planned by Hongmeng for a long time. The leader's question is to ask fellow Taoists if they have any unique strategies."

The words fell, but no one answered.

But Xuanyuan Huangdi said: "The layout of the battle formation and the coordination of military tactics are just for the battle. Previously, thanks to the help of Fuxi and other Taoist friends, the reserve of the battle formation is not what it used to be. Recently, the morale of my prehistoric monks is high, and the desire to conquer the lost land is very urgent. All the fellow Taoists here are prepared to die with the evil spirits outside that day and protect my prehistoric sentient beings."

This time, someone responded, but they were all cursing loudly - of course, the one who scolded was Xu Moyi.

"That's right! We all have the heart to eliminate demons and protect the way, and sacrifice our lives for righteousness!"

"If it wasn't for His Majesty the Jade Emperor to save me last time, Yao's old life would have been left there long ago!"

"These so-called supreme beings have come from ancient times and have done all kinds of evil! Why? This is to see no one enter the superpower realm! We must wipe out all the existences that can threaten them!"

"Now we have True Monarch Erlang, Saint Tianyan, and Master Sanqing. If we can no longer kill that most powerful man, not to mention our prehistoric times, we may not be able to survive in the great world that will come later!"

"That's right, you and I have been cultivating the Dao to this day, and we have already understood this truth-if the body dies, the Dao will perish, and if the Dao perishes, you will die! Fellow Taoists, if the poor Taoist dies there later, remember to burn the poor Taoist primordial spirit, and don't let the poor Taoist die, but also become the lackey of the evil spirit!"

There was a sound of angry reprimand, and a section of angry roar.

The Primordial Cultivator obviously hated the Supreme Being to the extreme. After successive battles before, there had been life-and-death enmity and bloody enmity.

Letting all the big repairers yell and curse for a while will also make them feel better. Ao Xinke just got up.

With a flick of sleeves, the surroundings are extremely quiet. Everyone knows that this is Yang Jian's virtuous helper, and now he can be regarded as a giant. He is not good at fighting or planning, but he manages the army of the Lingzu in an orderly manner, which is an important supplement to the prehistoric combat power.

Ao Xinke said softly: "Dear friends, if no one mentions it, then let me ask a few questions."

Li Jing made a gesture of invitation, and sat back with Xuanyuan Huangdi; Ao Xinke secretly glanced at Yang Jian, saw her husband was looking at her with a smile, immediately pursed her red lips, and spoke slowly.

"If you want to subdue the prehistoric world, there are still three problems that cannot be solved. The fighting method above the saints, you have the masters and wives of the saints, and you and I can't help. We can only fight for our lives. When the two sides confront each other above the saints, they will quickly gain the upper hand.

"Let me explain these doubts first, and it can be considered as an introduction. I also invite fellow Taoists to express their opinions."

At the moment, Ao Xinke really said three 'hidden dangers' that could not be avoided and no one noticed before. Yang Jian didn't know about it beforehand, so he fell into thinking at this time.

One of them is Xu Mo's ambush, the reason why they were defeated last time was because Xu Mo's old troops rushed over from the direction of Hei Ling Kingdom.

Xu Mo left Wubu Continent temporarily with his old troops and a large army of resurrected ones. Although Empress Yunxiao was responsible for how to force them to show up, she had to guard against the ambush.

How to prevent and how to arrange, all need to be calculated.

Second, it is also related to Xu Mo's temporary departure from Wubuzhou.

Xu Mo, the most powerful man, who destroyed the entire Taisu with his own power, has extraordinary intelligence, strategy, and supernatural powers.

Although his mind was disturbed by Yun Xiao's sudden appearance before, and Yang Jian's repeated provocations made him angrily attack and aggravated his injuries, but judging from the opponent's quick response, Xu Mo did not lose his mind.

It is very likely that it was tampered with in Wubuzhou, and there is a high probability that it is a trap.

Third, how did the prehistoric army return to the land of Wubuzhou? Whether they conquered the world one after another, or used Nanzhou as a boat to go straight to Wubuzhou.

Going straight, it is easy to face the enemy, and there is no way out, it will be a desperate fight, or it may be "throwing in the arms".

But if it is safe to regain the lost ground one by one through the ancient pilgrimage road, the time is too long, and it will give Xu Mo enough time to recover from his injuries.

"If fellow daoists have good strategies, please tell me. If these three hidden dangers can be solved today, there is a 80% chance of winning this battle."

After Ao Xinke finished speaking, she bowed and saluted her surroundings, and then returned to sit beside Yang Jian.

The monks around didn't have any scruples and started discussing directly. The scene was once very chaotic and there was no elegance at all.

Yang Jian also looked thoughtful, and smiled helplessly at Ao Xinke.

Before, he actually thought that everything was ready...

Ao Xinke secretly pinched Yang Jian's arm, not knowing if she had been tipped off by Zixia before, her eyes were slightly resentful.

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"True Monarch's Mansion..."

In the northwest of Nanfangbuzhou, in the small mountain town where the Meishan lineage is stationed, almost all the monks in the city start to meditate at random.

A beautiful figure walked on the street. She had a delicate appearance and was dressed in a white dress. She was surrounded by the power of fairy spirits, but she was a little illusory.

In the whole small town, no one can directly see her realm, she seems to be a quasi-sage, but also seems to be a big Luo, but occasionally the tip of her hair shakes a little, and an intoxicating dao rhyme will be revealed for a moment.

But it was only for a moment, and she would soon restrain her.

Walking all the way to the house with the hanging "Erlang Zhenjun's Mansion", she stopped, frowned and looked inside. The immortal soldiers guarding the gate also saw her extraordinary, and hurried forward to greet her.

"This fairy, is something wrong?"

"Is Zhenjun Erlang here?" She asked timidly.

"To be honest with the fairies, keeping this Zhenjun's mansion is the respect of my Meishan immortals to the second master. I am afraid that the second master doesn't even know that there is a real monarch's mansion here."

"Second Master? Do you all call him that?" Fairy chuckled, and took out a letter from her sleeve, with a light energy wrapped around it.

There are several large characters on the front, and a line of small characters, which read:

Sincerely, Yang Jian, Qing Ling.

"I met him once, but now I don't have time to look for him again. Let this letter be placed here."

The fairy sighed softly, there was endless bleakness in her eyes for a moment, and then she was a little dazed and a little lost.

"This fairy..."

She shook her head lightly, and her figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a scent of fragrance and a little figure.

The next moment, in the depths of the sea of ​​chaos, that white shadow appeared here without warning, grabbed a long sword, turned it upside down, and aimed it at the center of his eyebrows.

It was so decisive, without any hesitation!

PS: One day after the explosive update, Erlang's writing is more difficult to write, and I can't hold it for five days in a row~ I will work hard tomorrow