The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Master..."

At the gate of the Saint's courtyard, Zixia, who had been wandering here, saw Yang Jian's figure approaching from the sky, and hurried to meet him.

She wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask. She could only secretly look at Master's eyebrows, and her little hand around Yang Jian froze slightly.

It must have been impossible to find.

"Master, the Qingling Fairy Jiren has his own celestial appearance..."

There was a little struggle in Yang Jian's eyes, "Maybe there is still a chance to save, let's go in first."

Zixia responded obediently, she was not a teacher's wife, and she didn't dare to say anything nonsense at this time, so she could only carefully accompany her master.

If the master could complain to her a few words, or confide in some thoughts, he would be worthy of being a disciple.

After entering the courtyard, Yang Jian said, "She should still be alive."

Several saints fell into silence and did not say a word for a long time.

Zixia suddenly understood why Master was struggling so much that there was a little pain in his eyes...

For this Wen Qingling, in Master's heart, he should be regarded as an old friend. Over the years, Master has rare friends besides Nezha and his uncles. Master must be very concerned about Qingling Fairy's life and death.

At this time, the master said that Qingling is not dead, so it is natural that the master has found some clues. For the master himself, he should be relieved and a little happy.

But for the prehistoric and the prehistoric beings, it means that the threat of the second strongest person still exists, and it is even possible that the former strongest person of Wen Qingling has already suppressed Qingling's primordial spirit.

Thinking of this, Zixia couldn't help but said softly: "Master, no one can blame you for this matter, don't feel guilty."

Yang Jian turned his head and smiled at Zixia, then his eyes showed a little bit of sadness, and he didn't say anything more.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, Tianyan Daozi came side by side with Master Tongtian, and they both shook their heads with ugly expressions, and then went back to their respective futons.

Jieyin sage said: "The counterattack..."

"Go ahead, we have no way out," Tianyan Daozi shook the front of his Taoist robe, "Let's follow the strategy we set before, if we can defeat Xu Mo before the second strongest person makes a move, we are not powerless."

"Let me go to retreat," Yang Jian stood up and walked towards Daozi Tianyan.

The Chaos Clock appeared, Yang Jian nodded slightly to Bai Ze, and then stepped into the Chaos Clock.

Although Zixia wanted to follow her to comfort Master, she didn't dare to disturb Master's cultivation, so she could only stand there in a daze.

Bai Ze said: "My lords, if nothing is wrong, I will also go back to retreat."

Yuanshi Tianzun sighed: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

"Don't dare, but I didn't really change anything," Bai Ze smiled bitterly, sighed slightly depressed, and turned to leave.

"The disciple is also looking for a place to practice," Zixia made a salute, got the saint's consent, and was about to turn around and leave with her sword...

"Zixia?" The voice of the leader of Tongtian Chased from behind.

Zixia quickly turned around, "The disciple is here!"

"Leave your saber behind," Tongtian Jiaozhu said, "It's rare to have such a raw talent in swordsmanship like you, and I will give you some benefits."

Zixia blinked, and then happily held her saber and sent it over.

"Thank you, Third Patriarch."

Amidst the sound of the sword, Master Tongtian had already pulled out the precious sword that had been following Zixia from its scabbard, and flicked it lightly with his fingers, listening to the clear sound.

"It's a good sword. Go, come here to get the sword in a hundred days."

"Yes!" Zixia bowed her hands and thanked like a knight in the world, which made several saints smile lightly.

After Zixia left, Sanqing, Jieyin, Daoist Yuding, and Daozi Tianyan looked at each other. Daozi Tianyan waved his sleeve and robe, and the small courtyard was wrapped in a sagely rhyme. No one knew what these people inside were discussing.

After all, it is inseparable from the prehistoric counterattack.

In the place where the sword was tested, when Yang Jianfei passed by, his divine sense swept across the places where he passed through.

At this time, the sword-testing place is still lively. The third and fourth batches of monks have left almost no free checkpoints in the first half, and there are many monks fighting against Mosha in the 'popular' places like 18th, 25th, and 27th.

And in the second half, there are many monks moving forward on all the roads that have been fully opened.

It's a pity that there has never been a bright talent like the first batch of Nezha and Monkey King, who feel that they can entrust important tasks.

Liu Ya has reached the last level of the road, and it seems that she will break through the level soon.

Yang Jian found the mirage dragon, and asked the mirage dragon not to let people come around to disturb him, so he went to the old place to retreat with peace of mind.

Mirage naturally didn't know what was going on outside, but seeing Yang Jian's expression was a bit gloomy, he didn't dare to provoke the old man. He leisurely continued to wander around the sword-testing place, and by the way, he watched a few pleasing monks throw some chances.

This should be the most suitable job in the world for this primordial heterogeneous, senior expert.

Mirage Dragon has a deep dependence on his own illusion, only in his own illusion can he feel that he is real, not floating in the dream of his ancestors.

Those chaotic beasts sneaking around in the corners of the Chaos Sea before were actually not for the purpose of absorbing the blood of the beasts to strengthen their own strength, it was just a little boring.

If he really wants to be stronger, Milong knows that he can break through to the saint realm after a little retreat. The problem is that the saint realm is not very useful, and facing the strongest is dead anyway.

Moreover, the Saint Realm will inevitably cut its own Dao into the Dao of the Chaos Sea, and he can hide in the illusion, but his Dao will inevitably attract the attention of the most powerful.

He is afraid of death, and he is even more afraid of being captured by the strongest to become a 'favorite', and then he has to work hard to destroy the tangible world time and time again.

For Mirage Dragon in the current situation, although the soul is controlled by Yang Jian, life is unexpectedly comfortable.

Wherever he went, people bowed respectfully and called seniors, and Yang Jian himself called out seniors. During the last battle, he got out of battle... Cough, he regretted not being able to appear on the stage, and Yang Jian didn't blame him.

Now, this old senior, as long as he is in a comfortable mood, he will casually sprinkle some spiritual treasures and immortal spells in the place where the sword is tested, so that these cultivators who have broken through the barrier will burn incense and pay respects to their seniors.

Feeling upset, let Mo Sha Mirage take care of them to see which little guy is unstable, and after a while, the mood will be comfortable again...

If you have to say what is the fly in the ointment...

Probably, the only thing that is more difficult is adding incense to the Mirage Dragon Clan. After all, from the Eternal God Kingdom to the present, it seems that there is only one seedling left in the Mirage Dragon Clan.

Thinking of this, Senior Mirage Dragon's mood became a little gloomy again.

Turning his old eyes, he caught a glimpse of a pig demon fighting Mo Sha with its butt up in the eighteenth level. Senior Mirage Dragon snorted and flew over.

This guy is actually a bit more handsome than the old man himself, he is asking for trouble!

Mirage Dragon pointed his finger, and the former Tianhe Navy Marshal, who had already gained the upper hand, groaned, and suddenly felt a sudden increase in pressure.

He took a closer look and saw a little blood gleam in the Mosha's eyes, he roared and rushed forward.

After being seized first, Marshal Canopy flung his sleeves and ran away, but he was very decisive...

After a while, the canopy covered in bruises was sent out of the teleportation circle, and several familiar old generals in the surrounding heaven suddenly burst into joyful cheers.

Somewhere in a corner that the canopy couldn't see, an old senior shook his head and felt relieved for a while, and floated away with his hands behind his back, continuing to inspect this treasured land of fantasy.

Rather, he hoped that the Second World War would not come too early, and that there would be more Primordial Cultivators who came into this illusion to play with him, the old man.

It's a pity that Mirage Dragon also knows the urgency of the situation at this time.

Because judging from Yang Jian's expression, the next big battle should not be far away.

...

"All armies maintain a large formation! Don't go out! First use the formation to resist the first wave of these ghosts!"

In a vast world, ghosts roared all over the sky, and millions of monks were arranged in a large formation, forming the shape of gossip between the heaven and the earth, and immortal power from all sides was continuously input into the surrounding area of ​​the large formation.

The whistling ghost was like a moth plunging into a flame, shattering the remnant soul, but it couldn't shake the formation.

Lei Zhenzi spread his wings and slowly flew directly above the formation, his whole body was wrapped in azure blue light, which flowed like water waves.

The long dark golden stick in his hand was suddenly raised high, and he shouted at the layers of dark clouds in the sky: "Heavenly Thunder Array!"

With a bang, the vast world seemed to tremble a little with the muffled thunder.

Then, above the dark clouds, one place after another was lit up; Wen Zhong rode a black unicorn galloping across the sky, and the command flag in his hand was glowing with light.

Wen Zhong shouted: "Lei Bu is obeying orders!"

"promise!"

Vigorous voices swept over the ghost army.

Lei Zhenzi opened his eyes suddenly, and swung the Dark Gold Stick fiercely forward!

Tianbian Wenzhong shouted: "Thunder from heaven!"

In the next instant, thunder surged between the sky and the earth, and millions of blue, white, red and blue thunderbolts fell like pearl curtains!

Lei Zhenzi swung that stick, and turned into a thousands-mile-long thunder dragon. The thunder dragon roared like a living thing. It had the speed of thunder, and almost instantly wiped out the ghost army around the gossip formation.

After a while, the thunder finally extinguished and the dark clouds dissipated.

The gods of the Thunder Department of the Heavenly Court will return to the main army with their troops. Wen Zhong hurried back in Mo Qilin, and organized the army to continue to prepare for the next Great Thousand World.

Their vanguard army, because of the existence of Lei Zhenzi and Leibu Zhengshen, is the nemesis of this endless ghost army, so they took the initiative to take over the responsibility of recovering more Great Thousand Worlds, and the overall progress was on par with the other two armies.

Lei Zhenzi seemed to have realized something, waved his wings and landed on a mountain peak, looking around.

Everything is silent, and life is gone.

But you can still see a touch of greenery in some corners, as if it indicates that this world is not dead.

The aura of heaven and earth gradually began to recover. Lei Zhenzi took out a stone from his arms and placed it on the ground. Then he knelt there and began to mutter something in a low voice.

Not long after, a round of red sun flew up from the eastern sky, like a golden crow spreading its wings, and soon flew to the western sky corresponding to this moment, hanging there.

All the monks cheered happily, and Lei Zhenzi couldn't help showing a little chuckle.

The power of heaven seems to be stronger than before.