The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The Dinghai Divine Bead showed its divine power, and the Blood Demon Tu Wujing was caught off guard, but his body turned into a blood mist, but was directly fixed in place by the Dinghai Divine Bead, as if frozen.

Yang Jian never thought that Dinghai Shenzhu would be the nemesis of this blood mist.

What he is most familiar with is often the easiest to ignore, and it really made him a little depressed to see it coming in the dark.

If he had figured out the magical function of Dinghai Shenzhu early on, why would he be delayed by this person so that the overall situation of the prehistoric world would be more risky?

Naturally, Yang Jian didn't have time to think too much, the divine light in his hand bloomed, and the sea-covering formation changed immediately, and the thirty-six Dinghai God beads rolled up layers of waves, and the blood mist was swept away directly.

In the blood mist came the voice of the Daoist sage yelling, Yang Jian smiled coldly, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The saints who were stared at by him trembled in unison.

In the next moment, Yang Jian ignored the trapped formation with the power of vertical eyes, and went straight to a Daoist saint who formed the large formation.

Thirty-six Dinghai God Beads followed Yang Jian's feet, engulfing the blood mist. Although they couldn't directly hurt Tu Wujing in the blood mist, they made Tu Wujing unable to struggle for a while, and could only watch Yang Jian go on the rampage.

The situation suddenly turned in Yang Jian's favor.

The latter quickly dodged while maintaining the formation, and the other eight saints who formed the formation immediately urged the formation to change in an attempt to stop Yang Jian from moving.

The power of the big formation combined with the mana of the nine saints, crushing mountains and seas against Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's body was blocked, and he swung the sharp spear in his hand again and again, but the magic power pouring in front of him was endless, making Yang Jian unable to perform meritorious deeds for a while.

After all, the nine saints were here, and although Tu Wujing's threat subsided for the time being, this trapped formation and the nine saints' joint attack also plunged Yang Jian into another round of hard work.

But after all, Yang Jian saw the hope of breaking the game at this time.

The Dao heart gradually calmed down, calculating the general rules of the various changes in the trapped formation, and the eyes of the gods kept locking on the Dao sage, making the other party gradually feel a little unstable.

Rao is a sage who claims to have a perfect Dao nature and a complete Dao heart. When facing the front line of life and death, he will always be a little panicked.

He is waiting, waiting for the other party to make a mistake.

As long as there is a small flaw, Yang Jian will explode into trouble; and as long as a sage of the Dao is defeated in this trap implying the principle of the Nine Palaces, it will automatically dissipate.

Two overlapping forces!

The spear in Yang Jian's hand slashed through the numerous roads in the trapped formation, and his figure rushed forward following the gap.

The Daoist saint looked pale, but he still managed to summon the formation forcefully, and streams of mana gathered around him, blocking Yang Jian again.

Then, the formation changed, and the saint quickly moved away from Yang Jian following the direction of the formation. The other eight fellow Taoists gave their full support and trapped Yang Jian, who had exhausted all his moves, in the center of the formation again.

One difficulty after another...

But Yang Jian became more and more courageous as he fought. Both he and the nine great saints around him knew that it was only a matter of time before Yang Jian got out of trouble.

Tu Wujing was pinned and unable to move. At this time, this person with the highest cultivation level and able to resist Yang Jian head-on became the most useless one...

"When will the master come to help?"

"It's enough to hold on, that small world will definitely not be able to hold on for too long, as long as the master solves the saint over there, he will definitely come and kill this son."

These nine Daoist sages secretly communicated their voices, but a few of them had already begun to withdraw.

However, none of them dared to really retreat, except for the deterrence of the most powerful, it was because of this situation that it was difficult to ride a tiger.

If anyone dares to leave the trap, Yang Jian escapes from the trap, and if there is no Tu Wujing to stop them, they will all face Yang Jian's slaughter.

Yang Jian has proved it three times and four times before, that he has the strength to instantly kill Dao Saints...

At this time, Xuandu City, in the saint's tomb.

"If Yang Jian can't get out of trouble again, the prehistoric world will be in danger."

"Hey, maybe this is a catastrophe that living beings cannot escape, Hong Mang Cangyu, why does it always bring such catastrophes after giving birth to living beings?"

"The catastrophe is caused by the most powerful, and these most powerful are just a member of the living beings. Beyond the chaotic sea is eternal nothingness. No one knows whether there is a real master in the invisible land."

A group of saint remnants muttered non-stop, and the more they spoke, the more mysterious their words became.

What the saint talks about is naturally different from that of Da Luo and quasi-sage.

"Is there anything we can do to help them?" Xue Sheng Can Ling asked, and the few saints who could take charge were all silent.

Master Liulibao said: "Although my corpse still has some supernatural powers left, if the holy corpse moves for a moment, the formation here will burst, and it will give the most powerful people under the formation a chance. No one can bear this risk."

"That's right, if Honghuang can have a few more masters at the peak of the holy realm, it's fine. One of the most powerful people has already made them pale in comparison. If one more goes out, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Could it be that I am waiting here, still unable to do anything like when Tai Su was destroyed?"

A group of saints and remnants were all silent.

They really couldn't leave the saint's tomb, they couldn't leave the saint's body too far...

"Perhaps, there is another way."

Treasure Master Liuli pondered for a while, then looked at Xue Sheng Cang Ling; the latter seemed to have thought of something, nodded slightly, and replied: "Maybe it can be of some use."

"any solution?"

"Two fellow daoists, don't try to play tricks. If we lonely ghosts can help the living beings in this world, we are willing to risk half our lives."

Xue Sheng Can Ling nodded lightly, a slight smile appeared on that beautiful cold face.

"Among the large tombs, there are always a few monks who have hid here. Although many of these monks have given up their practice, and have lost much strength due to the drastic changes in Taoism, if they can persuade the quasi-sage among them to go out to help Yang Jian, it may win a chance for Yang Jian."

When all the saints and disabled spirits heard this, they all nodded.

But another person sighed: "These people are like walking corpses, they have lost half of their blood."

"This statement is a bit biased. Most of them have lived in vain until today, and most of them have blood feuds with the strongest. Maybe someone will stand up."

Master Liuli urged: "Now there is only this method, fellow Taoists, hurry up and try it. Maybe you can use exercises, supernatural powers, and magic weapons to make promises. This may be the opportunity they have been waiting for."

All the remnant spirits praised the good, and then the light flickered slightly, and the huge tomb suddenly became much more empty.

One-third of the saint's remnant spirits are still here, because there are no such monks living in their tombs.

After a while, saint remnant spirits began to gather in twos and threes at the Land of the Glazed Treasure Lord, and gradually, more and more saint remnants brought some monks to gather here.

There was also a benevolent saint, Remnant Ling, who brought more than thirty quasi-sacred ancient cultivators. Although these ancient cultivators had dull eyes, they still had some of the charm of the past.

Obviously, the number of sojourners in the saint's tomb is directly related to the temperament of the saint's remnant spirit and the remaining avenues.

All kinds of people, a total of two hundred and sixteen Gu Xiu gathered here.

Master Liuli looked at Xue Ling and said with a smile: "You are better than me at boosting morale, talk to them a few words, I will teach them a great formation, so that they can condense their mana."

"En," Xue Sheng Canling nodded lightly, and then her slender figure was wrapped in light, and when the light faded, she had changed into a gorgeous long dress.

Although there are not many fabrics, it is not exposed; it is somewhat similar to Honghuang's neon clothes, but the style is more like a battle armor.

She swayed lightly in lotus steps, a faint light shrouded her body, every step she took, the sound of her footsteps seemed to be able to cut into the minds of these ancient cultivators around her.

Gradually, many ancient cultivators became aroused with desires, and their long-sealed Dao heart fluctuated slightly.

"You should know why you need your help today..."

Xue Ling's voice was a bit cold, like a peerless saint standing on top of an iceberg who did not eat fireworks; but in this cold voice, there was a bit of feminine weakness, which made Gu Xiu, who was mostly men present, more alive in his heart.

Sure enough, as Treasure Master Liuli said, it was easier for Xue Ling to stimulate the morale of these ancient cultivators.

...

Prehistoric, Beihai.

The defeat of the prehistoric camp has become extremely obvious, and Li Jing's order has also become an active defense, so that the army will continue to retreat while echoing with the great powers.

At this time, they can only reduce the damage as much as possible, and keep more vitality for the prehistoric.

They may have lost in today's battle, but as long as the mighty and remaining main forces here have a chance to escape, then Honghuang still has a chance to regain its strength and come back.

This kind of situation didn't just happen in the North Sea, it was also the same in the Netherworld, and the two female saints guarded the six reincarnation disks, and had already begun to cut Fengdu City from the bottom of the prehistoric land, and were about to escape into the sea of ​​chaos.

This process has the help of heaven, but it is not too troublesome.

Up to this point in the war, the number of monks lost in the prehistoric world has been countless; and the army of the most powerful has also lost more than 60% of its troops.

However, due to too much pressure from the side by the old part of the most powerful, the reinforcements of the Chaos Spirit Clan could not continue to join the battle, so they could only do their best to resist the impact of these old parts, and the frontal battle was thus defeated.

Marshal Li Jing's eyes were red, and the heavenly soldiers and generals who were beating the drums shed tears in the sky, but they were still swinging their mallets with all their strength.

The witch was roaring, it was a roar of unwillingness, they wanted to continue fighting until the last drop of blood was drained, but they were forcibly driven away by a group of immortal soldiers from Huoyun Cave.

Venerable Qingmu was still commanding the battle formation while fighting, although he also felt that it was impossible to keep these Primordial monks, but he didn't want to let go of the remaining blood of these pan gods.

The final ending of this battle revolves around the retreat of the shaman, the attack and killing of the army of the most powerful, and the cover of the monks of the prehistoric.

On the shore of the North Sea, on the high mountain, Chu Qi frowned slightly...

There was a crueler question before their eyes.

If Beihai is defeated and the monks retreat to the Three Thousand Worlds, then...

Who will guard the secular world of the human race in Nanbuzhou?