The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

After finishing these tasks, it was dawn the next day.

Yang Jian went back to the vicinity of Meishan, found a hilltop to rest for a while, took a bath in the mountain spring and changed his underwear, then put on a light yellow robe, held a three-pointed double-edged gun, and slowly flew towards Meishan.

He is determined to win today's battle.

It was almost noon at this time, and the sky above Meishan was very quiet and cloudless, but it made people feel inexplicably depressed.

After the spiritual consciousness is dispersed, the soaring demonic aura from all over Meishan is still there, but these demonic auras are all gathered in one place, and more than a dozen auras of Da Luojin demon shroud Meishan, and behind it, there is a trace of inexplicable Dao rhyme.

Obviously, it is impossible for the demon of Meishan not to notice Yang Jian's fanfare.

What's more, Yang Jian felt that the demon of Meishan knew that he was here, but he didn't dare to find his own bad luck.

Unfortunately, Meishan must be taken down today.

Yang Jianfei moved very slowly. Although he was alone, he seemed to be pushing across the mountain like a mountain, with an imposing momentum.

Meishan has many peaks, and the one with the most evil spirit at this time is the tallest one on the south side.

On the mountain peak, all the monsters spread out, the big and small monsters lined up, and at a glance, there were only a few figures, covering the mountain completely.

In the formation, at the highest point of the peak, there are more than a dozen high-ranking chairs lined up, on which are sitting big golden monsters of various shapes, and in the middle is the current owner of Meishan, the Eight Monsters of Meishan.

Jiaolong, the eldest of the Eight Monsters, sits in the top spot, and behind him are two majestic monster generals; this old Jiaolong has a ferocious head and a sinister face. Although he cannot be said to be ugly, he really has an evil image.

There are circles of red light lingering around its body, which is the image of karma haunting the soul.

Sitting beside Lin Zhi, the dragon king, was Yuan Hong who looked like an ape, and Zhu Zizhen who looked like a pig.

Wang Linzhi pointed at Yang Jian, and sneered, "Today, I will let this arrogant thief go and never return! I will also let Heaven know that even if our monster race is not as good as before, it is not their random choice!"

"Brother!" Zhu Zizhen grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth, and 'water ripples' kept swaying on his face full of fat, "So brave, so mighty!"

But Yuan Hong had a mature and serious temper, and told him: "Brother, just beat Yang Jian away, but don't kill him. No way, there will be a powerful person from Yuxu Palace coming here later. If Big Brother thinks he won't be able to hold back after victory, why not let me meet him. I am not as good as Big Brother. If I can defeat him, he is naturally no match for Big Brother."

"Second brother, you don't have to worry, it's okay! My strikes are serious!"

Wang Linzhi waved his hand, leaned back on the high chair, relaxed and amused, sneered, and said, "Blow the horn three times to welcome the guests."

At that moment, dozens of goblins raised a ten-foot-long horn, and a minotaur gathered at the end, and blew it, and the sound of the horn echoed for thousands of miles.

Hearing the horn, Yang Jian immediately stopped and responded with a long howl.

Suddenly twelve streamers of light flew out from the foot of Meishan Mountain, rushed to Yang Jian's side, and turned into twelve young generals, six men and six women.

Among the twelve young generals, four men carried a big drum with its head erected, and a dense immortal energy lingered on it.

"Second Master," Yu Luo held the drum handle with both hands, Lei Luo, Feng Luo, and Jin Luo stepped forward, and the three women held Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-edged spear and stood to one side.

Just like that, Yang Jian formed such a formation on the cloud, rolled up his cuffs, grabbed the drumstick, closed his eyes, inhaled, and beat the drum.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sound of the drum was like thunder, rumbling and disturbing the mind and mind, but as Yang Jian's drum sounded, various visions appeared in the heaven and the earth.

In the northwest corner of Central China, which was originally cloudless, white clouds suddenly appeared one after another...

Meicheng, above the city wall.

More than a dozen generals were gearing up, looking eagerly at the figure beating the drum in the sky, wishing they could rush out now.

Mei Linhan reminded from the side: "Generals, don't forget what we discussed earlier."

"Don't worry, deputy city lord," Yao Gonglin cupped his hands, "I will never let my son die in vain, nor will I let my generals rush to the forefront in order to be a hero for a while."

Zhang Boshi muttered: "Everyone is a human race, what kind of scheming is going on, can't we just do it?"

"Hmph," Mei Linhan snorted coldly, but stood where he was, not feeling nervous at all.

Outside Meicheng, tens of thousands of soldiers have gathered, all of them are monks of the same rank as Heavenly Soldiers. This is also the foundation of Meicheng, which cannot be formed in ten thousand years.

These monks have been fighting with the Yaozu for a long time. Paoze was killed and their brothers were buried. They already hated the Yaozu.

At this time, they heard the rumble of the drums, as if they were calling them to go into battle to kill the enemy, each of them felt a little unstable, just waiting for an order from their own general.

There was a three-way drum, and a long howl came from the south, a huge Qi sword shot up into the sky, and a handsome Taoist in a long crowned Taoist robe stood on the tip of the sword.

Lu Chunyang!

"Hahaha! There are many fellow Taoists here, come to help!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of golden fairy breaths rushed into the sky, more than a hundred heavenly fairy breaths mixed in, and there were more than a thousand real fairyland experts, and there was not a single person in the fairyland.

Most of the heavenly soldiers are in the realm of immortals and crossing immortals. Although there are not many monks from the immortal sect of Shenzhou, they are expensive.

Including Lu Chunyang, the five Da Luo Jinxians stepped forward.

"Thank you, fellow daoists!" Yang Jian made a bow from a distance, and two of the twelve commanders flew out, leading the fellow daoists who came to help to the left formation.

Yang Jian moved his wrist, then swung the hammer handle again, and the sound of drums exploded!

hold head high--

A dragon chant, through the world!

Looking at the east, more than a hundred black dragons are flying together, what a magnificent scene! Under the hundred dragons, there is a mass of shrimp soldiers and crab generals rushing towards this formation together!

Ao Ji transformed into a human form and became the leader of the Dragon Clan who came to help the boxing army, "Good Uncle! I have brought tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, and I will build a bridal mansion for you!"

Yang Jian reprimanded softly, shook his head with a smile, stopped the drumming and bowed to the Dragon Clan.

The soldiers and horses of the dragon clan were arranged by him on the right side, which was much more than on the left side; and many dragon clan masters knew the immortal monks who came to help out, and they greeted each other from afar, and the scene was very lively.

Boom boom boom boom!

The drum beats again!

The soldiers and horses of the Dragon Palace and the cultivators of the Immortal Gate all fell silent, when a strong wind suddenly rose in the arena, and a dark cloud with an unknown width was blown over from the sky.

At this time, at the head of Meicheng, a group of people looked at Mei Linhan in puzzlement.

"Vice City Master, it's time for us to go!"

"Deputy city lord! Aren't we leaving now?"

"The city lord handed over today's power to the deputy city lord, and let the deputy city lord lead us to kill monsters and take revenge!"

Below Meicheng, these sons and daughters of the Meishan lineage are also puzzled, for some reason no general order has been issued yet.

Mei Linhan laughed dryly: "What's the hurry, let's wait for a while, without us, it's hard for them to win."

"Deputy! Hey!" Zhang Boshi stomped his feet, and was about to say something, but was firmly held back by the general at the side.

There was a cold light flashing deep in Mei Linhan's eyes, and he was about to continue talking to the generals in Meicheng, but he heard the long sound of horns above his head.

Thousands of people simultaneously shouted: "Ha!"

The billowing dark clouds receded, revealing their true content, but the sky was filled with rays of light, more than a hundred fairies flew into the sky, and countless immortal soldiers in bright armor lined up in formation!

A large flag was erected, with a solitary word 'Heaven' on it, but it exuded a sense of majesty.

Celestial Soldiers!

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers!

The leading generals shouted in unison: "True Lord Erlang! I have been ordered to come here to help the True Monarch hunt down thieves and eradicate traitors, and uphold the justice of heaven!"

Yang Jian stopped beating the drum, and shouted: "All the kings press the formation, block the sky!"

"promise!"

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers shouted in unison, their eyes full of fanaticism.

At the beginning, Yang Jian was the enemy of Tianting and defeated most of the generals in Tianting in a row. Except for those worshippers, no one in Tianting dared to say that he was Yang Jian's opponent.

That bloody battle passed, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and the heavenly soldiers were defeated, but these heavenly soldiers felt an unspeakable admiration for Yang Jian.

Today, they will fight side by side with Yang Jian!

Even if the enemy's soldiers and horses are ten times or a hundred times theirs, they still have the determination to win and do justice in the way of heaven!

Yang Jian closed his eyes and took a few breaths before beating the drum again.

After drumming through the tee, a loud laugh was heard, and a burly figure jumped over from a mountain peak outside Meishan!

Jump over a hundred miles! This is done with physical strength alone!

Above Meishan, the increasingly oppressive atmosphere suddenly exploded, why? Because it was their natural enemy who came!

"Witch! Wu Clan! How did they get out of Beiju Luzhou?"

"Damn it, it's the witch clan!"

"We must kill these witches today!"

When the figure jumped to the front, it turned out to be a strong man with four arms and a hideous face. He laughed at Yang Jian and shouted: "The three thousand little ones you want are waiting thousands of miles away. I will bring some old ones to help you fight this fight first! I am an expert at killing demons!"

After the words fell, more than a dozen figures jumped up from the mountain, all of them were war witches of the Wu clan, they jumped in front of Yang Jian, and stopped on the cloud.

With a smile on his face, Yang Jian bowed to the dozen or so war witches, and said softly, "You guys are right behind me, and I have to wait for another team."

"Who are you waiting for?" Da Ang raised his head to look at the sky and the ground, wondering, "With so many troops, can't you conquer a small Meishan?"

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, glanced at the direction of Meicheng, and shook his hands away. Once again, the sound of drums shook the sky!

The left wing is an expert from the Immortal Sect, whose combat strength is comparable to tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers; the right wing is the soldiers and horses of the Dragon Palace, and there are also tens of thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and more than a hundred dragon masters.

These combat forces have already taken advantage, not to mention that there are hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers deploying the skynet array, which can crush Meishan at any time.

However, Yang Jian was still beating the drums.

Not the drum to strike, but still the drum to summon.

This formation is waiting for the soldier who should have arrived first.

Yang Jian didn't expect the other party to send troops, but simply wanted to give the descendants of the ancient Meishan human race a long-awaited opportunity for revenge.

To break Meishan, he alone is enough.

Relying on the power of the army is just to make the Yaozu give up on this place, and dare not come to harass it in the future.

Meicheng, up and down the city wall, is now in a mess...