The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Not to mention the intrusion of these Gu Xius, the six saints were caught off guard, and even Yang Jian frowned secretly, because he was also blocked by the figures of these Gu Xius.

Then, Yang Jian watched these ancient cultivators rushing towards the six saints like locusts, and his heart was inexplicably touched...

These people didn't seem to want to live anymore, they deliberately went up to die.

Or maybe it's because I have been in the tomb of the saint for too long, and I have forgotten how to fight, and even forgot why I exist.

Survival, in fact, does not need any high-sounding reasons, as long as you want to live, it is enough.

Shocking the long spear in his hand, Yang Jian took a breath, and then urged himself to the Dao!

A golden light pierced through the void, and the Dao carried by the Invincible Golden Body Art directly suppressed the Dao of a Dao Saint!

The suppressed Saint suddenly turned pale, and wanted to ask for help, but he saw that the fellow Taoists who were beside him quickly moved away from his side as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Before Yang Jian rushed over, dozens of streamers had already rushed over, and the quasi-sacred ancient cultivators at the front had already sacrificed their magical powers.

These supernatural powers are full of flaws, and even their power is greatly reduced, unable to display their true realm and strength, but they are still their strongest offensive at this time.

"Go away!"

The saint who was suppressed by Dao flicked his sleeves and sprinkled thousands of mystical white lotuses. These dozens of figures were knocked away by the blossoming white lotus in a blink of an eye, and several of them directly vomited blood and were seriously injured. Their combat power is simply not worth mentioning.

But such a delay, Yang Jian has already killed.

With a spear like a dragon, and a body like a roc; holding a strong butcher, with a murderous aura!

The Daoist sage fought desperately, and transformed himself into thousands of divine beasts, rushing towards Yang Jian crazily.

Yang Jian turned a deaf ear, only seeing the saint's life, if his figure broke into the tsunami, he would not move.

A little cold light bloomed, and the spear was pointed at the saint's forehead. The phantoms all over the sky in the void instantly dissipated, and a road in the sea of ​​Taoism collapsed in an instant.

With a cold snort, Yang Jian rushed over and chased after the next person.

But these saints fled in all directions, and two of them escaped from the range of Juefeng Divine Ability and rushed into the sea of ​​chaos, their figures disappeared in a flash.

Yang Jian's face didn't change at all. These saints wanted to escape, and he couldn't completely keep them all.

He had no choice but to use Jue Feng again to trap the remaining Dao Saints as much as possible; and most of the Gu Xius who were chasing the Dao Saints have been left behind by the existence of these Saints...

It's a good thing they can't catch up, otherwise it's hard to say how many people these Gu Xius can survive.

Yang Jian continued to pursue forcefully, and the remaining great saints had no intention of fighting, and even left behind their magical powers to hinder Yang Jian.

There were even two who did not hesitate to detonate the treasure in their hands, successfully stopping Yang Jian for a few moments.

However, under Yang Jian's strong pursuit, there are still two great saints who are enraged by the three-pointed and double-edged guns, and they have no power to fight back against Yang Jian's double-edged power.

Seeing that the three of them escaped into the sea of ​​chaos, they should have rushed to the prehistoric place, Yang Jian immediately set his eyes on the sea-covering formation that he had been following under his feet.

This blood mist!

There was a murderous look in Yang Jian's eyes, but a stream of light flew straight towards him, and it was a Fairy Guxiu with dim eyes, holding a jade flute with the aura of Xue Sheng remnant in his hand.

She whispered in incoherent wild words: "This thing...can help you..."

"Thank you," Yang Jian took the jade flute, and immediately understood the meaning of Xue Sheng's remnant spirit.

This blood mist should belong to the category of the law of water. This innate treasure given by Xue Sheng Canling, Yang Jian can use it with a little refinement, and it will be directly frozen by the blood mist of Dinghaishenzhu.

Yang Jiankong couldn't use his strength to cut the blood mist, but the blood mist was frozen into one piece...

This approach seems to work.

Yang Jian didn't dare to delay any longer, so he started refining with the jade flute.

But at this moment, Tu Wujing, who had been trapped by the Dinghai Shenzhu, was a dead soul. He was decisive, and he didn't dare to believe that Yang Jian would never be able to really hurt himself.

A flash of blood flashed by, and Yang Jian seemed to have been prepared for a long time. The divine eyes on his forehead opened, and the phantoms of the six reincarnation disks in it slowly rotated, and a bright divine light hit the overflowing blood light.

The divine light was extremely precise, and the blood glow trembled three times!

But the blood glow didn't stop, it rushed out of the Windless Land, rushed into the Chaos Sea, and turned into the figure of Tu Wujing.

At this time, Tu Wujing was in an extremely distressed state, with ragged clothes, chaotic breath, blocked Dao gate, and Dao Dao foundation suffered wounds that could not be healed in a short time.

He still turned around to look at Yang Jian, his eyes were full of resentment and annoyance, but his expression changed soon.

Because Yang Jian has already chased after him with a three-pointed and two-edged gun!

Tu Wujing didn't dare to stay. At the moment when Yang Jian performed the Jue Feng move, he directly controlled the avenue, turned into a flash of blood and disappeared.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, inserted the jade flute into the side of his belt, and also controlled the avenue, chasing and killing him relentlessly.

I hope Hong Huang can hold on at this time...

After Yang Jian left, the void land created by Juefeng Divine Ability began to restore the Dao rules, the miserable and colorful Dao rules intertwined into a web, and the universe was also recovering rapidly.

The hundreds of Guxiu stopped there, seemingly at a loss, like a lonely ghost.

It wasn't just someone who let out a long cry, all these hundreds of ancient cultivators raised their heads and screamed; and then I don't know who cried out, many ancient cultivators cried out loudly outside the city of Xuandu.

In Xuandu City, at the saint's tomb, at the boundary marker of Xinhai.

The Taoist that Yang Jian had seen once was standing on the boundary marker, as if he had witnessed the battle outside the city, he smiled coldly, and his figure gradually disappeared.

In the main tomb of Liulibao, many saints and remnants were slightly relieved to see Yang Jian's return to the prehistoric world.

After all, from the direction of the prehistoric, there was no fluctuation of the Tao that would occur when a saint fell. In other words, the frontal battle of the prehistoric at this time should still be within the controllable range.

"Mother, my husband has already rushed to Honghuang to support."

Seeing the picture in the snow mirror, Feng Wu turned around and told Yao Ji.

"Hey, my son works hard for the prehistoric sentient beings, but you and my mother can only wait here for his return," Yao Ji smiled wryly, "It's fine if I'm a mortal, but I can also ask the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless my son, so that I can feel more at ease."

"Mother," Feng Wu knelt beside Yao Ji, holding Yao Ji's hand.

She is not very good at comforting others. At this time, she also needs to be comforted by others, and she needs someone who can be convinced to say, 'Yang Jian will not be in any danger'.

But the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can only look at each other in silence, and the sage Canling can't use his magical powers to illuminate the situation in the wild.

Waiting can be quite a torture at times.

...

Saints all have the ability to cross the universe, control their own avenues, and roam the sea of ​​Taoism at will, and they can reach tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

Honghuangnei didn't know that the battle of Xuandu City had come to an end, and the saints were still worrying about how to protect Yunxiao and retreat temporarily.

Holding the heavenly sword, the Jade Emperor was majestic and unstoppable. He stood between the sky on a nine-dragon chariot, and the army of the strongest dared not take half a step forward.

At this moment, there was a whistling sound from outside the sky, but an incomparably deep gap opened in the chaotic sea beyond the North Sea, spreading for millions of miles, and two figures rushed out of it one after the other.

It's Yunxiao and the Ninth Xeon!

Yun Xiao was already wounded at this time, and the white clothes were stained with a few petal-like blood.

Daozi Tianyan and Daoist Yuding reacted the fastest. The former sacrificed the Chaos Bell and beat out the gods of earth and water to block Yunxiao's magical powers.

But Master Yu Ding turned into dozens of blue lights, and at the same time he received Yun Xiao back, he also blocked the figure of the most powerful man for a moment.

Suddenly a ray of sword light pierced the sky, cut through thousands of miles of clouds and smoke, and directly smashed towards the ninth strongest, Xu Mo!

Xu Mo frowned slightly, pointed his fingers lightly at the attacking sword light, and then let out a small gasp, a drop of jade-colored blood dripped from his fingertips, and his figure floated back.

That sword light was also directly scattered by Xu Mo.

The sword light was transformed by the Heavenly Sword, and this blow was sent by the Jade Emperor on the Nine Dragon Chariot!

The Jade Emperor also staggered half a step backwards, and then with a bit of madness in his eyes, he stared at the most powerful man standing directly above the earth statue and water statue.

This is Xeon?

"You are the one who wants to destroy the prehistoric world?"

"The Jade Emperor?" Xu Mo's eyes moved back from Yun Xiao, and landed on the Jade Emperor, and then the corner of his mouth traced a little mockingly.

The Jade Emperor didn't say any more, just glanced at Lao Tzu.

"Shan, fellow Taoists, you and I will retreat for the time being." Lao Tzu's sleeves bulged, and the phantom of the Taiji diagram appeared around the Jade Emperor. The faces of several saints were all a little dark, but they could only remain silent.

Yun Xiao was supported by Master Xuandu, but Xuandu pinched her arm when she was about to speak.

At the side, Yuanshi Tianzun raised his hand and pressed Xuandu's shoulders. Several saints drove up the road at the same time, and their figures appeared directly above Nanfangbuzhou, which had floated into the sea of ​​chaos.

Next, there should be another fierce battle, it depends on how long the Jade Emperor can fight for the prehistoric sentient beings.

Let's look at the heaven at this time.

Ninety percent of the heavenly soldiers and generals who stayed behind have died in battle, and the last hundreds of thousands of remnants gathered at the Beitianmen.

Taibai Jinxing stood in front of the remnant army with more than a dozen heavenly court immortals with fairly good cultivation. At this time, the old immortal was also very mighty and bearded.

"Haotian," the ninth strongest Xu Mo said indifferently, "Why bother?"

"Bitter? Fortunately."

The Jade Emperor looked at the sword in his palm with a sense of peace in his eyes, but a flame began to burn on his forehead.

The method of burning the primordial spirit can often make one's own strength skyrocket in a short period of time; but the Jade Emperor needs to control more power of the heavenly way, and also needs to let the prehistoric heavenly way that is about to collapse with the destruction of the heavens bloom its last afterglow.

Right now!

Out of the sky, four beams of light suddenly rushed into the prehistoric region from the East China Sea. The first was a beam of blood, followed by three beams of light with different rhymes.

They are all great saints!

Four Dao sages suddenly appeared, could it be that Yang Jian was defeated?

Finally, the Jade Emperor's eyes fluctuated a bit, but before this worry emerged, he heard a roar from outside the East China Sea, followed by a long howl!

First, a figure crashed into the boundary of the prehistoric wilderness. This figure lay horizontally out of thin air. The three-pointed and two-edged spear tip pierced his chest, and the shattered avenue turned into crystal shattering, floating all the way between the sky and the earth.

Isn't this person the Dao Sage who has been delayed by Kong Xuan and Ao Fangtian?

And on top of the saint's corpse, a figure grabbed a spear and stepped on the saint's chest, that black robe, the unclosed eyes on the forehead, and that face that was all too familiar to the Primordial Cultivator!

Yang Jian!

He finally came back!

Without words, Yang Jian wanted to go straight to the north, but at this moment, the emperor standing on the Nine Dragons chariot turned his head and glanced at him.

With just one glance, Yang Jian's body froze in place, unable to take another half step forward.

Emperor Zun's forehead was full of divine fire, and his eyes were filled with joy.

The middle-aged man who Yang Jian had hated, resented, and let go, moved his lips slightly at this time, and then turned into a self-deprecating smile.

Yang Jian couldn't hear it, but understood what he was saying.

'Don't spoil my limelight. '

How should the ignited primordial spirit extinguish the fire of good fortune?

One step late, just one step late!

If he came back a moment earlier, if he!

Xeon!

"Xu Mo! Fight me!"

Raising his head and screaming, Yang Jian was holding a long spear, and was about to rush up to fight Xu Mo regardless, but a figure appeared behind Yang Jian and held Yang Jian in time.

But Yuding...

"Walk!"

"Master..."

"Yunxiao is already seriously injured. If we fight again today, we will lose. We will plan for the future."

"Master!" Yang Jian blushed inexplicably, and wanted to say something, but it turned into two weak coughs; Yu Ding slowly shook his head, and forced him to fly south.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

On the shore of the North Sea, the emperor suddenly laughed.

"Gu is the Emperor of the Nine Heavens, who manages the heaven and the earth and protects the three realms."

"Gu is the supreme being of the Three Realms, he should clean up the filth and sweep away the universe."

"Gu is the Jade Emperor! You should guard the way of heaven and punish evil spirits!"

Before the words were finished, the flames between the eyebrows rose three inches high, the breath of the Jade Emperor surged, and strands of heavenly power turned into crystal streamers and gathered, entering his figure!

The next moment, the Jade Emperor held the three-foot heavenly sword, stepped through the void, smashed into the sky, and his figure went straight to the ninth strongest, Xu Mo.

"I am Haotian, and I will live up to it."