The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The blood demon 'Tu Wujing', the devil that almost everyone shouted and beat in Taisu, but by virtue of his own luck against the sky, he practiced all the way to the realm of saints and became the overlord of Taisu.

Perhaps it was because of the many murders committed in the past, although Tu Wujing became the Dao, he was gradually eaten away by the Dao he cultivated...

The way of evil spirits is not the right way after all.

But Tu Wujing is also very human. He forcibly shattered his Dao, and then protected the origin of Dao in the shattered Dao—the Dao Seed.

After breaking the path and standing up again, he gained the supernatural powers against the sky, which was the blood mist that trapped Yang Jian at this time.

When Tu Wujing fights with others, he can integrate himself with the Dao, and can also make his Dao invisible, so that he can stand in an invincible position.

After practicing this method, Tu Wujing has never lost a single defeat in Taisu, even when he fought against Pangu in the past, the Great God Pangu had to end in a draw.

There is no way, this supernatural power is too restrained for physical practitioners.

But today, Yang Jian used blood to break through the blood, relying on his own golden body to be immortal, let the picture be hit without a net, and separated thousands of blood incarnations, and his mind switched rapidly among them.

The avatar that has not been stationed by the mind has only the instinct of killing and fighting; while the avatar that has been stationed by Yang Jian's mind will directly explode the strongest offensive and kill the more conspicuous targets.

It was just that in the blink of an eye, the surrounding army suffered heavy losses, and the blood mist condensed into several terrifying faces, angrily reprimanding them continuously, but there was nothing they could do.

And when Yang Jian used his avatar to attack and kill those great saints, the Blood Demon Tu Wujing finally gave the order to retreat temporarily.

Yang Jian controlled thousands of avatars to chase the opponent's army and slashed fiercely. After letting go of his hands and feet, he wiped out one-third of the opponent's army, and even wounded two great saints.

When this group of troops flew outside the city of Xuandu, Yang Jian scattered his avatars, condensed into drops of blood, and shot back at Yang Jian, submerged in Yang Jian's body.

Profound blood is precious, so it is good to be able to recycle it.

The blood mist separated and scattered around Yang Jian's body; Yang Jian did not chase after, but watched the various changes of the blood mist, and tried to swing a few shots, but none of them could hurt the blood mist.

But there must be a way to crack all supernatural powers.

Yang Jian kept thinking in his heart, if his physical strength could not be destroyed, would there be other abilities that could come in handy.

Soon, Yang Jian's mind was locked on a set of large formations and a set of magic weapons in his body.

The sea-covering formation, and thirty-six sea-fixing beads.

Although he hasn't figured out how to do it yet, Yang Jian already has a faint feeling in his heart that whether he can break Tu Wujing's supernatural power today depends on the power of the Dinghai Shenzhu.

The two sides entered into a stalemate again. Yang Jian thought about how to break the opponent's supernatural powers, while the thirteen Daoist saints discussed whether they should advance or retreat.

They have already destroyed the Hei Ling Kingdom, if they kill the prehistoric people along the way at this time, they will be able to build an invincible feat.

But Yang Jian is right here, as long as the army of the Black Spirit Kingdom desperately stops them along the way, it will be easy for Yang Jian to slaughter millions of soldiers and horses by himself.

These millions of monks are no different than those who are fighting in the prehistoric world. The lowest level of monks here is the Golden Immortal Realm, and they are old ministries that Xu Mo relies on.

But whether it is a golden fairy or a real fairy, they are all vulnerable to Yang Jian's incarnation...

Soon, the thirteen saints realized that the root of the problem was that they had nothing to do with Yang Jian, and the other party's Golden Body Immortality was too tyrannical for them to be the enemy.

Yang Jian has been here for a while, and their master has not yet arrived, plus they can faintly feel the aftermath of their master's fight with others outside the prehistoric sky.

On the prehistoric side, there should be other people blocking their master, so Yang Jian dared to fight them here with confidence.

If Yang Jian finds the magic power to break the blood demon, it must be the end of their thirteen great saints...

"It's better to trap him here, and we will send our troops to kill the wilderness."

After a sage said this, the Blood Demon Tu Wujing murmured for a few moments before nodding his head slightly.

"I have a map, which was given by the master. I need the cooperation of nine fellow Taoists to trap Yang Jian in the map."

"Even if leader Tuwu stays here with the nine fellow daoists, and the remaining three fellow daoists go to support, it is a feasible measure."

"good."

"That's right."

"Then Yang Jian rushed out, I will trap this person, and you will quickly select nine people to refine this formation."

Tu Wujing saw Yang Jian rushing towards him with a gun in hand, he threw down a square stone slab and waved his palms to meet him.

These thirteen saints, together with the person who was beheaded by Yang Jian before, were decisive in killing and acting decisively. They quickly decided to form a formation of nine people, and the other three rushed to Yang Jian, taking care of each other with Tu Wujing, trapping Yang Jian in the blood mist again.

And Yang Jian repeated the same trick, once again displaying the supernatural power of incarnation from a drop of blood, and in a blink of an eye, he transformed into thousands of people, chasing the group of Xu Mojiu and scurrying all over the sky outside Xuandu City.

The nine Dao sages began to refine the formation, and felt the changes in the formation.

Naturally, Yang Jian would not let them be satisfied, and controlled the avatar to attack the nine Dao saints. Unfortunately, the power of the avatar is always limited, and the nine sages kept moving.

Chasing after each other, chopping back and forth, Yang Jian alone chasing Xu Mo's old troops and fleeing in a hurry, it can be regarded as a great spectacle.

And the battle that broke out in Xuandu City really made many Taishi saints remnant spirits feel a little emotional.

I don't know how many years have passed, and most of the remnant spirits' memories are incomplete. After the destruction of Taisu, they saw the birth of a great world, and saw the catastrophe of the strongest being about to destroy the current great world.

Taishi, Taiji, Taisu...

prehistoric...

It has been too long, and there can be a cultivator who can fight against the strongest, which has to bring these remnant spirits together and pay attention to such a big battle.

In the tomb of Treasure Master Liuli, more than a hundred figures stood here and there, looking at a pair of snow mirrors made by Xue Sheng Canling, inside which was the scene of the battle between Yang Jian and Xu Mo's former troops.

Many sages showed emotion, while Yang Jian's invincible golden body made Liuli Treasure Master's eyes happy for a while.

Beside Liuli Treasure Master, Yao Ji and her two daughters-in-law were also watching the battle here with trepidation. Seeing Yang Jian trapped by the blood mist and being attacked continuously by the blood demon, they were really sweating.

Master Liulibao said: "Young friend Yang Jian can fight against the subordinates of these supreme beings alone. It is really not easy, but the strongest will inevitably come here in the prehistoric times. You and I have to prepare a countermeasure."

"You and I are just remnants, how can we face the strongest?"

"We also tried it in Taisu, and it was also the ninth most powerful person, but the other party didn't make any moves at all. Rao, what can we do if we make all kinds of arrangements?"

Several sages Can Ling refuted a few words, and the Glazed Treasure Master also pondered for a while.

The arrangement they can make is actually to use the army here to try to suppress the ninth strongest, and find the strongest suppressed under the tomb of the Taishi sage as companions.

But Xu Mo just sent people to destroy Xuandu City back then, and used his avatar to enter the saint's tomb to clean up the remnants, but his real body didn't go in, and all the painstaking arrangements of the saint's remnant spirit fell through.

"Don't forget that there is little friend Yang Jian," Liu Libao said, "Your physical strength is even stronger than what I was in the past. If you have little friend to help, you will surely succeed."

A group of remnant saints showed their thoughts, and many familiar old friends began to discuss and discuss, and the whole tomb became a little more angry.

In the corner, the remnants of the spirit clan were recovering from their wounds, all of them remained silent.

Feng Wu's eye circles were inexplicably red, and she said in a low voice, "Is there anything we can do to help your husband?"

"Sister, our cultivation base is superficial, so we really can't help you," Xiao Lan said with a sad smile, "The ability to protect my mother and survive is all thanks to the unswerving efforts of many soldiers to escort her here. We really can't do anything except drag your husband down."

Hearing this, Yao Ji seemed to wake up from a dream, sitting there quietly thinking about something.

"Mom, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better, don't worry about me," Yao Ji forced a smile, that gentle tenderness concealed the gloom in the depths of Yao Ji's eyes.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the entire saint's tomb was blessed with a peerless formation, and one could feel the aftertaste of the fighting in Xuandu City.

All eyes immediately focused on the ice mirror, only to see that Yang Jian suddenly cast the magic phase, turned into a giant tens of thousands of feet tall, pushed away the blood mist wrapped around his body, and punched Xu Mo's army in the distance.

The blood mist also suddenly increased wildly, trying to wrap around Yang Jian's body again, but Yang Jian's huge body transformed into an extremely huge sky-swallowing python.

Three thousand gods and demons eat!

Yang Jian had a somewhat crazy idea in his heart. The huge mouth of the sky-swallowing python opened, and the sea of ​​chaos with a radius of ten thousand miles, together with a small half of the outer city of Xuandu City, was directly swallowed by the giant python.

By the way, he also swallowed the blood mist that was transformed by the blood demon map Wujing!

What are the consequences of swallowing a great saint?

Yang Jian was also unsure, but it was the only way he could think of to break the opponent's blood mist...

However, the moment Yang Jian regained his real body from the big python, the back door was suddenly tight, and the golden body was a little bit uncontrollable, a turbid air broke through the trousers, and there was still a little blood color.

The turbid air was mixed with blood mist, and once again condensed into Tu Wujing's figure.

But at this moment, Tu Wujing's face turned pale, and he pointed at Yang Jian with trembling fingers, and for a moment he couldn't choose what to say:

"You, you actually treat Pindao as a fart... as a turbid gas!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, took this opportunity to abandon Tu Wujing, and rushed directly to the nine saints who were comprehending the formation.

Tu Wujing's complexion changed even more. It was too late to stop him at this time. Fortunately, there were three other Daoist saints who were supporting him, trying to stop Yang Jian's figure.

Yang Jian simply changed his goal and locked his eyes on a Daoist sage blocking the way.

Full of magical powers!

Two overlapping forces!

The shadow of the gun flickered, and Yang Jian shot the body of the Taoist saint who was fleeing in a hurry, smashing his Taoist body with his fist.

However, after this delay, Na Tu Wujing entangled again, turned into a blood mist, and launched a fierce offensive against Yang Jian.

Even the perfect state of mind of the Great Dao Saint cannot tolerate such humiliation...

After all, being pointed at by someone's nose and scolding "what a fart" is a sage can be laughed at; but it is really unbearable to be passed out as a fart.

"Today will surely crush you to ashes!"

"Heh," Yang Jian sneered, and it turned out to be another routine of Faxiang Tiandi and Three Thousand Gods and Devils.

If the enemy's leader can be driven out of his mind, he may find more opportunities to defeat the enemy.