The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Being yelled at and threatened by an evil dragon, Yang Jian really got angry from his heart, grabbed the pointed spear, threw out a series of black handles, and dived into the well!

From the well came Qingfeng's screams and an angry dragon's roar. The whole mountain began to shake and the ground shook. A strong black air shot up into the sky, and cracks appeared in the mountains around the crystal!

Yang Jian's figure retreated leisurely, standing in the air, glanced at the mortals who were not too far away from here, snorted coldly in his heart, and didn't remind those people to leave. Anyway, there is only a boundary between being affected and not being affected, life and death.

boom! Wow!

A dragon claw covered with black scales shattered the crystal and shattered rocks, and there was still a distressed old Taoist hanging from the claw, who else could it be if it wasn't the Master of Qingfeng Temple?

The old Taoist had no color on his face, he screamed in fright, and hurriedly shouted: "Old Ancestor! Let me go down quickly! Ancestor!"

The black-scaled dragon claws slapped the ground, and the old man was thrown flying, hitting the corner of the yard, his eyes rolled, and he fell into a coma.

Just talking about this dragon claw, its length and width are more than five zhang, the big tendons on it are ferocious and powerful, the black scales are shining with cold light, and the front of the claw is like made of cold stone.

The dragon's claws exerted force, the earth and rocks collapsed, the courtyard collapsed, and the whole mountain trembled.

Yang Jian stood peacefully on the cloud, seemingly out of mind, not paying attention to this scene at all.

From the earth, a terrifying dragon with a length of one hundred feet crawled out!

The wind and cloud change color, the sun and the moon have no glory! The world of this small world suddenly became chaotic and inexplicable. Within a hundred miles, all animals, insects and fish fell to the ground, and flowers, plants and trees withered one after another!

Seeing the black flood dragon, those mortals were inexplicably terrified, knelt on the ground and trembled, but still begged the gods to take action to capture and kill this evil flood dragon, instead of turning their heads and running for their lives.

Seeing this situation, Yang Jian could only shake his head with a wry smile and didn't bother.

And the masters of the dragon clan hiding in the sky got Yang Jian's order, and they will protect the lives of these mortals later.

It's just this dragon...

I always feel that it is a bit too weak than I imagined.

Perhaps, it is not incomprehensible that Yujiaohualong is still in this small world, with incomplete Taoism and weaker strength.

This black flood dragon didn't have a pair of horns on its head. Although it looks ferocious, it is comparable to a golden fairy.

A dragon soul of such strength...

Yang Jian looked at the pointed spear in his hand, feeling a little worried.

Forget it, this dragon soul is only to inspire the soul left by the dragon elders who cast the spearless spear, not to use it as a spear soul; even if the quality is a bit inferior, it is barely enough.

Roar!

The black dragon yelled at Yang Jian again and again, swung its body, rushed towards the sky, and turned back with claws and claws, attacking and biting Yang Jian.

Look at Yang Jian, dressed in a light yellow robe, carrying a pointed gun, pedaling the moon, and his eyes are blue.

How dare you reprimand the evildoer, curse the evil animal to die, and charge forward with a gun, fighting with the black flood dragon.

The Jiaolong is long and powerful, but the ferocious dragon claws cannot shake Yang Jian's mysterious body;

The spear in Yang Jian's hand has no point, but with a flick of the spear's shadow, there are shadows of Xuangang spears all over the sky, spurting streaks of emerald green dragon blood!

Just as soon as they met each other, the black dragon's front abdomen was covered with scars. The black dragon's dead soul was daring, how could he dare to compete with Yang Jian again? The dragon opened its mouth and sprayed out a dark green bead, the size of a human head, emitting gusts of wind.

Yang Jian turned a blind eye to the poisonous fog, jumped deep into it, and chased the black flood dragon for a while.

This rush is really:

The blue wind gusts up, and people's souls are frightened everywhere.

I don't know what it is, which stirs up the wind and the clouds.

The roar of the dragon was endless, and Yang Jian's pointed spear was also stained with emerald green dragon blood.

The dragon kept struggling in the air, and the blood splashed out. Within a hundred miles, as long as a few drops of poisonous dragon's blood were contaminated, the rocks would melt and the ridges would collapse. It was extremely poisonous.

An elder of the dragon tribe made a move and covered those mortals with a hood, so that those mortals who came to sacrifice would be at ease for the time being.

Several dragon warriors appeared everywhere, protecting several human villages within a hundred miles.

Yang Jian had no scruples, turned around with his long spear, and smashed the black dragon with all kinds of meat and eight elements. He swayed again, used his flying support, and sat on the black dragon's neck.

"Er dare! Er dare! I am a dragon!"

Hei Jiao cursed angrily, twisting his body constantly, trying to throw Yang Jian off his back. But its big tendons were injured, and its strength was rapidly disappearing. At this moment, it was just a struggle before dying.

At this moment, a dragon chant was heard, and the golden light in the sky brightened. A four-clawed golden dragon appeared in the sky, thousands of feet long, and the dragon's eyes were full of majesty.

Compared with this golden dragon, this ferocious black flood dragon is as unbearable as a loach.

"Bold and poisonous flood dragon! How dare you claim to be a dragon! Don't hurry to die!"

Seeing this, Heijiao cursed loudly: "Since you are a dragon clan, why do you see this villain bullying and killing your fellow clansmen! Why do dragon clans look down on humans!"

Hearing this, Yang Jian frowned slightly, swept the spear in his hand, and the black flood dragon roared in pain, half of Yang Jian's neck was cut off, and large streams of emerald green poisonous blood spilled, and the world was bleak!

The golden dragon suddenly scolded: "A mere dragon, how dare you call yourself a dragon! Our clan has been passed down from ancient times, teaching our children to do good and accumulate virtue, and not to compete with others. You just got a little chance of blood, and you were lucky enough to transform into a dragon, so you are here to do your best, devour innocent mortals, and add disaster to our clan! You should be punished! You should die!"

"Elder, don't be angry," Yang Jian's indifferent voice pierced Hei Jiaolong's ears, but it made the Hei Jiaolong's heart shudder and he was a little at a loss.

What Yang Jian said was very simple, but what he said was: "I will definitely make this little dragon die."

But no, if the no-pointed spear takes the dragon's dragon soul, even though the dragon's mind is extinguished, it will be absorbed by the no-pointed gun into a mysterious and mysterious soul power, which will increase the ability to hurt people's souls.

But for the ingested dragon soul, it is true that it is not dead, nor can it be reincarnated, it is really impossible to live and die.

Ants are still alive, let alone this black dragon who has practiced for an unknown number of years?

Even with half of its neck broken, the black flood dragon still struggled; Yang Jian jumped up on his back with a pointed spear, leaving a huge scar on its back with deep visible bones.

Faxiangtiandi!

Yang Jian used the supernatural powers commonly used by Taoist disciples, turned himself into a giant of hundreds of feet, grabbed the tail of the black flood dragon with one hand, and slammed it towards the side of the mountain.

boom!

The black flood dragon directly smashed the mountain, earth and rocks collapsed, and the sky was dark.

How could Yang Jian, who can cast the law of heaven and earth, only have this blow? Mysterious kung fu powers up to the sky, and the black flood dragon is in trouble now.

Seeing Yang Jian transformed into a giant stepping on a mountain peak, he took the black dragon as a whip and threw it back and forth recklessly, smashing several hilltops, smashing two or three valleys, and collapsing four or five ridges.

When Yang Jian put away his Xuan Gong, the black flood dragon was hanging miserably on the top of a rocky mountain. There was no whole part of his body, the scales and armor were broken, the tendons were torn, and the keel was cracked.

Yang Jian regained his human form, held the pointed spear in front of the black flood dragon, and frowned in thought.

This Black Flood Dragon's strength is really mediocre, and its magic power seems to be accumulated with sorcery such as devouring boys and girls for a long time, it is mottled and impure, so it has no power to fight back against him.

Can such a dragon soul activate the dragon soul that the sharp spear originally had?

The dragon soul on the pointed spear was a famous dragon clan who survived the first calamity of the dragon and phoenix. He also integrated his endless fighting spirit, endless resentment towards the Phoenix clan, and even his life into this pointed dragon spear!

Yang Jian really didn't want to poke at such an inferior dragon soul.

But, he doesn't have much time to waste;

The curtain of conferring the gods had already been drawn, and he was sneaking out of his busy schedule. Before the princes of the four towns entered the court song, he came out to take a short errand to refine his three-pointed and two-edged spear.

Maybe when he will lead the army and participate in the fight between the two sects of interpretation and interception. In a short period of time, it may be difficult for him to cultivate his own profound arts. The way to quickly improve his combat power is to cultivate a three-pointed two-edged spear!

Looking at the black dragon in front of him, the divine light in the eyes of the black dragon is gradually dimming, and the dragon's mouth can hardly contain the poisonous dragon ball...

That's all.

Yang Jian shook his head and sighed, he would rather not take the soul of this black flood dragon than let his own magic soldier go.

He turned around and flew towards the sky. Before he left, his heart was blessed. He glanced at the Taoist temple that had been turned into ruins, but just happened to see the unconscious Master Qingfeng.

Yang Jian, who was just about to leave, suddenly stopped.

No, this matter is a bit strange.

What I was looking for was the three-headed Bibo Jiao. The Dragon Clan brought me here, so they must have discovered the whereabouts of the three-headed Bibo Jiao.

And what was it that he just beheaded? How many heads are there?

Even if you count with your feet, the number of heads is clear at a glance - there is only one head!

Yang Jian's heart was broken, not afraid of depleting his soul, he raised his hand to touch his forehead.

The vertical eye reappears, and the shadows of the six realms rotate, breaking all falsehood and seeing through the false and the real!

Yang Jian snorted coldly, raised his gun and landed on the ruins of the Taoist temple. Looking at the old Taoist who was sleeping at the mouth of the well, his voice was cold and his face was very unkind.

He actually sometimes misjudged, these three Bibojiao are really cunning! No wonder it survived to this day.

"What I killed just now was your heir or your disciple, or was it your slough?"

The old man at Jingkou was still in a coma, as if Yang Jian was talking to himself.

Yang Jian waited silently for a while, and suddenly dozens of gun shadows were shot out from the pointed gun in his hand, shooting towards the mouth of the well!

The old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were all emerald green, without any white eyes!

That gaze was cold and terrifying!