The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Before dawn, Meicheng dispatched troops, including two Jinxians from Daluo, more than 20 Jinxians, a hundred Heavenly Immortals, and 19,672 Immortal Generals.

These soldiers will be covered in white, with white silk on their foreheads, but their eyes are bloodshot.

The art of war says that mourning soldiers will win.

However, Yang Jian, the chief general, was a little worried about whether the last soldiers and horses in Meishan would be joined by them themselves.

The sound of the drums was a little dull, and the Meishan Mountain was silent, and there were pairs of eyes in the forest staring at the sky.

Most of the Meishan monsters didn't know what was going on, and looked up at the crowd of dark figures in the sky; although Mei Kongmei was Meishan's ancestor, she didn't tell everything to the Meishan eight monsters.

Wang Linzhi and other big Luo Jinyao naturally knew about the changes in Meicheng, but they couldn't figure out why these changes happened. They thought there was internal strife among the human race, and they drank to celebrate last night.

But at dawn, when the three armies all entered the battle, the resentment of the generals in Meicheng was condensed in the wind, blowing everywhere in Meishan into a state of instability.

A big battle is inevitable.

Venus is born in the east, and the dawn is coming; the fairies in the Tiangong dare not weave the morning glow, lest they miss the important event of life and death here.

There was a cloud in the sky, and a figure stood in front of the cloud. The slender figure remained motionless, but it was like a mountain, and the crowd of demons could not breathe.

Yang Jian, with the three-pointed and two-edged gun in his hand, the pale yellow robe without any wrinkles, the golden bow and silver bullets pinned to his waist, and the Xiaotian dog standing by his legs.

Behind him is a piece of plain Meicheng generals.

On the side, the Twelve Commanders set up a big drum, and Ao Ji waited quietly with the handle of the drum.

Yang Jian said suddenly: "Beat the drum."

"Design!" Ao Ji yelled, swung the mallet in his hand, and smashed it hard on the drum.

Boom!

A shock wave swept all around, and the nearly two hundred thousand soldiers and horses in the sky were all shocked!

Almost at the same time, the magic weapon binoculars was set up in the Lingxiao Palace, and the sons and daughters of the Dragon Palace gathered together, begging several elders to work together to perform a huge water mirror technique.

The prehistoric, the Three Realms, the sky, and the ground, all eyes are fixed on here.

On Yuquan Mountain, on the edge of the cliff in front of Jinxia Cave, Master Yuding, who said he was going to retreat, stood quietly here, looking northwest.

In Hezhou, Xiniu, on the mountain with golden light, a Taoist with a sad face opened his eyes, seeing through the endless universe, his eyes revealing thoughts.

In the prehistoric five continents, I don't know how many people are waiting for this big battle; now that the catastrophe of Nanzhou has begun, the conflict between the human race and the monster race suddenly broke out.

In the sea of ​​chaos, Mei Kongmei, who was guiding the two figures with snake tails, suddenly felt uneasy.

But Honghuang is still far away. Although her injuries have healed, she still can't rush back immediately. She pinches her fingers and calculates, but feels that Honghuang's secrets are chaotic and unspeakable.

Meishan.

Boom, boom, boom...

The prince of the Dragon Palace beat the drums,

Behind Yang Jian, shouts resounded through the sky!

"Let's fight!"

"Concentrate mana!"

"Gathering supernatural powers!"

Above the sky, hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers who had laid nets all over the world roared at the same time: "Fight!"

Under the Heavenly Soldiers, all the masters of the Immortal Dao looked at each other intently, each with magic weapons in their hands, and their supernatural powers entangled in their fists.

The shrimp soldiers and crabs in the Dragon Palace will deal with it with full concentration, and the 20,000 soldiers in Meicheng will hold their breath!

In the eastern sky, the Golden Crow probed his head, and the vitality of the heavens and the earth became hotter.

Countless pairs of eyes watched Yang Jian's raised left hand, and when Yang Jian's left hand fell, a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers swung down the long soldiers in their hands at the same time!

Click! Zizi!

Electric snakes danced wildly, and a hundred thousand thunderbolts appeared between the sky and the earth, blasting towards Meishan! In a blink of an eye, the entire Meishan Mountain turned into a sea of ​​thunder and electricity, and there was a miserable howl in the mountain!

This is the power of heavenly soldiers!

All the soldiers behind Yang Jian are eager to move, but Yang Jian has made three chapters before, and the general order is the first, and no one should disturb the military discipline.

"Yang Jian, you are too deceitful!"

There was a loud shout in the mountains, and a reckless man in green armor rushed up to the sky, holding a mountain sword in his hand, and yelled at Yang Jian: "I am Wang Linzhi, the commander of Meishan! How dare you fight me to the death! If I lose, I will die here today. If you lose, pack up my soldiers and horses, get out..."

call out--

The shouting of the dragon spirit was directly interrupted by a sharp arrow. Wang Linzhi raised his hand and cut off the attacking arrow with a knife, and stared at a young general among the soldiers and horses of the heavenly court.

Wang Linzhi scolded angrily: "The majestic court of heaven, could it be that he only stabs in the back and hurts people!"

"Hmph!" The young general was also full of vigor, and he was about to rush down to fight Wang Linzhi immediately.

Yang Jian's voice spread across the sky and earth, stopping the young general in place.

"This beast, let me kill it."

"Yes!" The young general of Tianting, who was carrying a quiver, saluted Yang Jian from a distance with fanatical eyes, and stood upright on the spot, not even looking at the dragon spirit.

Suddenly, I heard the thundering drum sound on Meishan Mountain, and saw a large banner erected in the middle of the mountain. On the mountain top that had just been baptized by the thunder, there were a group of monsters standing on it!

The group of monsters shouted loudly, the gongs and drums were messy but they claimed to be imposing, and the one who beat the drums was a white ape that looked like a man.

"The king must win!"

"The king must win!"

All the monsters shouted in unison, Wang Linzhi's spirit was shaken, he raised his head and roared, and his voice pierced through the Nine Heavens!

Above Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor who was sitting on a high seat frowned and asked, "This monster is so arrogant, what magical powers does it have?"

"Return to Your Majesty," Taibai Jinxing came out more and more, swept the dust, and came slowly: "This is a ten thousand-year-old dragon who has attained the Tao. Instead of transforming into a dragon, he became a demon cultivator. He has been king and hegemony in Meishan for tens of thousands of years. His ability is not weak, and he is also a well-trained physical supernatural power. He just happens to be an opponent to Erlang Zhenjun."

"So that's how it is," the Jade Emperor clapped his palms and chuckled, "Today I can see my nephew show his prestige."

A young general in the corner raised his fist and yelled: "The real king will win!"

A group of old ministers turned their heads to look at the canopy who had just been promoted due to the vacancy of the generals in the Lingxiao Palace shrunk his neck and bowed his hands in apology.

——Before Yang Jian broke into the Heavenly Palace, the Jade Emperor took advantage of this to arrange some old military generals with corpses to live in various places for the elderly, and this gave Tianpeng a chance to advance.

Fortunately, the Jade Emperor's eyes were always looking at the picture in the treasure binoculars, Tianpeng heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly shrank his head and stood there, lest he would be overwhelmed by another agitation.

On Meishan, Wang Linzhi shouted: "Yang Jian! Don't come down to fight!"

"I have time to explain the funeral with you, are you in a hurry to die?"

Yang Jian replied unceremoniously, choking on the dragon spirit, staring at Yang Jian blushingly, wishing to swallow Yang Jian in one gulp.

Yang Jian took a step forward, and the world suddenly became very quiet.

Three-pointed and two-edged slanted fingers, roaring canine teeth are uneven!

Yang Jian flew forward slowly, as if he didn't pay attention to the dragon spirit at all; many seniors of the fairy sect frowned, always felt that Yang Jian was a little bit arrogant, so don't suffer in the hands of this monster.

It is not so good if one person's defeat is minor, which damages the army's prestige and involves the defeat of the army.

"Your ancestor Mei Kongmei is in the mountains?" Yang Jian asked softly.

Flood Dragon Jing was stunned, but sneered and said: "You don't need my ancestor to take care of you! She has already gone to roam in the chaos, if she is here, you soldiers and horses, I'm afraid it will be hard for one of you to leave today!"

"Yeah?"

Yang Jian responded casually, still walking forward.

"Don't look down on the lowly king here!" Jiaolong was anxious, and shouted loudly, the long knife in his hand suddenly lifted from the sky, and there was an extremely sharp knife light on it.

The sword glowed hundreds of feet, but it did not radiate, but exuded a cold killing intent.

Yang Jian held the gun with one hand, pointed the tip of the gun at the Jiaolong Jing, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

Jiaolong Jing was really stimulated by Yang Jian's contempt, and shouted: "Take your life!" His arms tensed up, his hands grabbed the handle of the knife, and he swung the hundred-foot-long knife light, and came to Yang Jian to slash!

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp divine light in his eyes!

when!

A dull sound echoed far away between heaven and earth!

The Baizhang sword was coming in menacingly, but it was lightly pressed against the blade by a spear tip, and it couldn't move for a while, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.

Yang Jian's figure remained motionless, and the knife's light was actually only the distance of a three-pointed and two-edged spear from him.

His left hand was raised flat, holding the barrel of the gun in his hand. The barrel of the gun was like his figure, like a mountain, like a rock, and did not move.

Flood Dragon Jing stared, feeling incredible at the scene in front of him.

Yang Jian cultivates the flesh body, he also cultivates the flesh body, why...why...

The monster clan's estimation of Yang Jian's strength still stopped before Yang Jian entered Xuanyuan's tomb; although Yang Jian beheaded two monster clan leaders in Tianfang Kingdom a few days ago, that was a surprise attack after all, not a frontal fight.

What happened after entering Xuanyuan Tomb?

Yang Jian got the legacy of the mysterious turtle, and now there are nearly sixty mysterious beads; he was thrown into the Chaos Clock by Kong Xuan, but he used the blood of the phoenix to forge the magic weapon completely.

This is why the group of monsters can't believe it, why the generals in the heaven are secretly shocked, and why Ao Ji's dragon chin is about to fall to the ground...

Yang Jian's face became colder, the three-pointed and two-edged gun shook lightly, and the light of the knife shattered inch by inch!

Withdrawing and charging forward, the three-pointed and two-edged spear contained the sharpness enough to cut through mountains, and fiercely attacked and killed the dragon spirit!

"ah!"

Flood Dragon King Lin Zhi took two steps back in shock, his heart was full of unwillingness, his long hair stood on end, blood gushed out from his body, he used the desperate secret technique at the very beginning!

Burn blood! Raise the knife! Forward!

At this time, Wang Linzhi put aside all distracting thoughts, only to win the battle with Yang Jian!

"Yang Jian! I will never let you step into Meishan today!"

"snort."

Yang Jian just let out a cold snort. If he doesn't shoot his gun, he won't be lucky. The three-pointed and two-edged gun pulls out three spears, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow...

Physically tyrannical?

Then fight with your physical strength!

Yang Jian said in a cold voice: "Meicheng incident requires blood level."

Before the words were finished, the two figures collided into one place!

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