The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the final analysis, the most powerful are just creatures who have transcended the Dao, but all creatures, even if they have a true spirit projected from the tangible world, cannot get rid of their own roots——

soul.

In the prehistoric world, some vicious evil cultivators would increase their cultivation by absorbing the three souls and seven souls of people. In fact, it is an extremely difficult but powerful road, but ordinary monks cannot walk on it.

And the evil method that Xuandu taught Yang Jian to control other people's souls is actually one of the "souls" that is relatively heaven-defying.

But compared to the "big sister" who played with the life of the most powerful person in the Eight Paths in a soul orb, the evil method given by Xuandu is really a little bit insignificant.

Yang Jian flew towards him, and Xian Kong was also making a final struggle, but he left late and had no chance.

The young man in a black robe just chuckled, crushed the gray bead without hesitation, and Xian Kong, who had only temporarily suppressed his serious injury, stared round and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Jian has already jumped in front of this Xuanpao youth!

He didn't care much about Xiankong's life and death, a villain like Xiankong whose hands were stained with life blood, even if he survived the war, Yang Jian would kill him.

But at this time Xian Kong is using it for himself, if he is there to assist him, his chances of winning will be increased by a few percent.

Since it's too late...

Then take advantage of the trend to attack.

The three-pointed and two-edged gun shook out the shadows of the gun, Yang Jian did not dare to directly use the triple overlapping force with too strong anti-shock force, lest he hurt the enemy and would not hurt himself by eight hundred.

With his current strength of the Seven Paths Supreme, he has a chance to kill the opponent with double overlapping force.

However, there was a bit of a smile in the eyes of the man in Xuanpao, and he spread his five fingers, and Yang Jian and the surrounding universe, Taoism, and all tangible things were all stopped.

The man in Xuanpao shook his hand, the universe was shattered inch by inch, and Yang Jian's figure was directly blown into the air.

This seemingly simple back and forth, but Yang Jian was a little shocked in his heart.

The strength of this person is really rare in his life.

Even, he already had a little bit of the feeling that Dubi's remnant soul gave him back then, that he could break the road with ease.

The young man in the xuanpao walked slowly, and every time he took a step, his figure slowly rose a little, and he walked into the air step by step, without looking at Yang Jian at all.

"The borrowed way is just a borrowed way after all. Do you still think that you really have this strength? Meng Luo's planning is just to vent his personal anger, but you have become his pawn. It's really sad."

Yang Jian got up again, the other party just stood there quietly at this moment, probably just disdain to take the initiative to attack him.

"Who are you?"

"It's just a lonely soul that shouldn't exist in this world," the man chuckled, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Gently raising his right hand, the man in the black robe lightly touched his side, and nine black and gray beams of light appeared behind him.

This beam of light turned his whole body pale.

Such a strong coercion...

Yang Jian subconsciously clenched the snow-white gun, feeling the nine avenues that directly oppressed his soul.

Sharp, thick, extremely solid, almost flawless.

Every avenue has been tempered and refined, reaching its own extreme, and then gradually subsumed under the man in the black robe, with the same rhythm.

The light gradually receded, and nine divine soldiers floated behind the black-robed man.

The long sword dripping with blood, the thick sword full of gaps;

That pitch-black long spear that exudes the morality of dominating the world and never returning to death, that pair of boxing gloves that seem simple but actually contain infinite and mysterious dao rhymes;

Then there is the treacherous dagger, the sky-shaking hammer, the earth-shattering axe, the void-shattering bow, and...

That side is a little broken, but the coercion is faintly higher than the other eight avenues of a bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror seemed to have been broken before being glued back together, leaving fine marks like spider webs.

"If you use a long gun, then I will use a long gun to attack you."

The man in Xuanpao slightly raised his hand, and the pitch-black spear fell into his hand. The other eight avenues stood there firmly. Although they didn't move, they pushed the man in Xuanpao into an even more terrifying situation.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and exhaled lightly.

"Did my uncle die at your hands?"

"Master?" the man in the black robe chuckled, pointing the pitch-black spear obliquely, and said calmly, "It's Meng Luo? When did he die? I dare not kill him, or His Highness will fight me desperately."

Yang Jian frowned suddenly, this matter was a little strange.

But at this moment, the situation did not allow him to think too much about it. The aura of the man in the black robe had already rushed to the peak. At this moment, he was like a leaf of duckweed, facing the waves covering the sky.

The power gap really makes people feel powerless.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and the seven avenues slowly emerged behind him.

The sea-covering formation, the universe within the body, the Zhoutian Xingdou formation...

Although the effect has been minimal, Yang Jian can only use some skills that can bless him at this time.

Then, with a solemn face and no fear in his eyes, he looked at the powerful enemy in his life.

"It's been a long time since I saw this kind of look."

The man in the black robe murmured softly, then raised his left hand high, his whole body was filled with a chilling aura, as if surrounded by the wails of countless creatures.

"Just because of your eyes, I will use 100% of my strength, which is a little respect for future generations."

After saying that, he clenched his fist with his raised left hand, and the bronze mirror behind him flashed with light, and then six huge bronze mirrors appeared in a three-thousand-foot area around them, enveloping the figures of the two of them.

A total of nine weapons shone brightly at the same time, from the long sword to the bronze mirror, they turned into eight black lights and penetrated into the pitch-black spear!

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little familiar in his heart.

Banned from all directions!

Nine Soldiers Return to Yuan!

"Zi Tan Leng Mo?"

"Oh? You know my name from such a long time ago," the man in Xuanpao frowned slightly, "But an old friend?"

"Ah, it's your old friend, but it's a pity... that's all, let's fight!"

Yang Jian took a slow breath, his momentum continued to climb, and the imprint on the handle of the knife in his palm gleamed lightly, pouring it into the spear.

Finally, in the storm, like a rock, he had a little strength to fight back.

The man in Xuanpao, formerly the second general of the Eternal God Kingdom, was also the most trusted general of the Eternal God King back then. He was once as famous as the founding general Dubi.

Yang Jian felt a deep sense of helplessness in his heart, which was not caused by his own emotions, but by the imprint in his hand.

"Long gun..."

Zi Tan Leng Mo's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and several names appeared in his heart, but he couldn't tell whose reincarnation Yang Jian was.

An old friend who likes to use long guns?

But hearing Yang Jian lightly reprimanded, his figure soared into the sky, resisting the force of the ban that was crazily squeezed around him, his whole body was enveloped in golden light.

The sword and shield pagoda is boundless!

Open the day!

Two overlapping forces!

Yang Jian's body was like a wild dragon, but Zitan Lengmo's body was surrounded by layers of magic flames, and with the roar of inexplicable beasts, he collided with Yang Jian head-on!

The three-pointed and two-edged spear slashed down vertically, but it turned into thousands of phantoms!

The pitch-black spear rolled up endless black flames, engulfing all these spear shadows!

when!

The force collided heavily, but the sound of weapons intersecting was very clear, but the force that erupted afterwards made the six bronze mirrors tremble uncontrollably.

The two extremely powerful auras began to collide and entangle, shaking the entire Eternal Kingdom of God.

The high sky is full of flames, and the ancient cities on both sides of the rift valley are constantly collapsing;

At this time, the army of the prehistoric cultivators and the Eternal Kingdom of God, who were fighting fiercely at the entrance of the shrine, were all captured by these two auras.

The Dao of Saints was trembling, and his perfect Dao Xin was like a baby, full of helplessness and hesitation.

"This, is this the Eternal God King?"

Nezha almost bit his own tongue and muttered softly.

"Husband..." Ao Xinke stood in front of the light curtain left by Xian Kong, looking at the door helplessly, while Feng Wu at the side quietly put her arms around her shoulders, but just said nothing.

In the surrounding battle, Honghuang had the upper hand, and the two injured Xeons had been retreating steadily, and it would be fine if they didn't participate in the battle.

The confrontation between the two auras became more and more intense, and what was hidden under the auras was a head-on contest of more than a dozen avenues.

Compared with the great battle that was breaking out inside, their realm was too low, and it was impossible to tell which side had the upper hand, but Daoist Yuding and Yunxiao were both a bit worried at this time.

Obviously, they have already noticed that Yang Jian's strength is weaker than the opponent's, even to the extent of barely fighting.

And behind this stone gate, no one can see the place.

The purple-haired and purple-robed Xuandu Mengzhongshen, who was supposed to fall immediately, stood quietly with his back against the stone gate.

He was fighting behind the narrow gap between the two stone gates that had been sealed for thousands of years, with hesitation and impatience in his eyes, he raised his hand several times...

But after all, he failed to make a move.

What's going on, it was calculated, come here to open the door at this time, let Yuding and Yunxiao pass by, let their death stimulate Yang Jian's full potential, and temporarily make him the strongest...

But at this moment, I actually hesitated a little.

Why are you hesitating?

Haven't you been waiting for this moment? For countless years, in countless dreams...

The purple-haired man frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at the gap in the stone door.

He saw a few figures standing proudly between heaven and earth, Zixia, Yuding, Nezha, and...

sky.

The purple-haired man shook his head lightly, laughed at himself, and disappeared leisurely.

Forget it, even if the effect may be greatly reduced, the scene I want to see the most will appear anyway.

Either kill or be killed.

"Hahaha... Eternal Kingdom of God... Wasteland!"

There was a loud laugh coming from nowhere in the wind, but the sound wave lightly patted on the stone gate, blocked by the two extremely thick stone gates, and did not spread out.

The raging wind in this magnificent world is becoming more and more noisy...

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