The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian, who was about to stand up, suddenly couldn't support his figure, and fell to his knees leaning on a three-pointed two-edged gun.

This scene made many people mention it in their hearts, and made the Jiejiao immortals who were in the middle of the battle unanimously heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally lost...

This disciple who taught for three generations was finally defeated...

It's true, if Yang Jian can win, it's really unreasonable.

Daoist Taiyi's consciousness swept over him, and his complexion suddenly changed drastically; the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was about to rush towards Yang Jian, the real Taiyi felt ruthless, and directly ignited his strong mana, entangled the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit for the time being.

Daoist Taiyi hurriedly sent a voice transmission: "Yang Jian, what's wrong with you? If the injury is too serious, adjust your breath immediately! Uncle, I can't stop it, so you just give her the list of gods! The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit is no small matter, losing to her today...you are not ashamed."

Yang Jian didn't respond at all, and his whole body kept trembling.

At this time, he really couldn't respond with a voice, because all the profound energy, profound handle, and profound blood from all over his body rushed to the spine, trying to stabilize the nine orbs with all his strength.

If the Nine Beads are completely broken, it is definitely not a simple waste of previous efforts...

Now the eighty-one mysterious beads in the body are completely connected into one body, and the nine beads in the spine are the most critical connection point connecting the previous and the next. If the nine beads are broken, Yang Jian will be seriously injured and paralyzed. Without external help, it will take at least thousands of years to recover and rest.

More importantly...

Mysterious arts were completely destroyed, and I was reduced to a useless person!

This is already his limit, and he can no longer struggle.

At this time, as long as the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit rushes down, like just now, if she slaps Yang Jian, it is enough to make Yang Jian fall into a place of eternal doom...

Master Taiyi may have seen this, and has already begun to burn the power of the primordial spirit, showing great power, and for the time being resisted the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Yun Zhongzi and others wanted to come to support, but they were firmly blocked by the Jiejiao immortals who also saw the dawn of victory...

The place where the Chaos Bell sealed off the town, the atmosphere is unprecedentedly dignified.

Outside the town of Chaos Bell, the fierce battle became more and more out of control. Daoist Yuding and Saint Zhunti had already fought into the void. The galaxy on the edge of the void was broken into pieces, and the sea of ​​chaos near the place where they fought was constantly churning.

In the depths of that chaos, three figures stood in a zigzag shape, as if confronting each other.

One of them, whom Yang Jian met once, was the ancestor who had told him many secrets about the prehistoric innate nature before. He couldn't see his face clearly, but only knew that he was the Yuanshi Tianzun with a middle-aged face.

The other person is the master of the Chaos Clock, with a mysterious origin, and Yu Ding judged that he would definitely become the eighth sage of the prehistoric Tianyan Daozi in the future.

On the left side, a young Taoist wearing brocade clothes with an extremely clear and handsome face smiled wryly, and said, "Senior brother, what happened today was definitely not my order, and I will definitely not let this little disciple you like die, so don't worry."

"If you let me rest assured, don't stop me from flying the Chaos Clock."

"I will save this... Yang Jian, but my disciples are also bleeding and wounded," the young Taoist smiled and shook his head, "If I don't let them try today, I will be too unreliable as a master."

This is no one else, but one of the three Qings who wield the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, the leader of Tongtian Sect.

Tianyan Daozi was under a lot of pressure at this time, and it could be seen that there was a little nervousness hidden on his face.

Before he left the prehistoric Wubuzhou land, he was forced by Yuanshi Tianzun's breath; and Tianyan Daozi escaped into the chaos, Yuanshi Tianzun would show up. If the Master Tongtian had not appeared at the same time, Tianyan Daozi would have called the Chaos Bell back and left.

"Tianyan," Yuanshi Tianzun's voice was neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor angry, "I will not mention your discussion with the Six Sages for now, if I explain the teachings and fail the list of gods today, will it be beneficial to you?"

Daoist Tianyan spread his hands, "If you want to talk about the benefits, you have to ask the Western Sect. The matter I discussed with the six fellows has nothing to do with the current affairs of the Three Realms. We have already agreed that when the time comes, we will set off together, and we will put aside these trivial matters. Why, you still can't see these things clearly?"

"I can see clearly, but I can't see lightly," Yuanshi Tianzun said, and slowly closed his eyes.

Master Tongtian nodded with a smile, and resisted Yuanshi Tianzun's breath. In the chaos, only the breath collided, and an endless void was opened up.

The power of the Three Qings is unpredictable.

Master Tongtian also sighed softly, "The disciples I accept naturally need to spend some time, and I can't bear to see them in a difficult situation in the future."

"Actually," Daozi Tianyan smiled playfully, "It's not bad to be on the list of gods. You live and live with the Tao of Heaven. When the end of the calamity comes, you can have more chances to save your life."

The left and right eyes looked over at the same time, and Tianyan Daozi closed his mouth wisely.

Yuanshi Tianzun asked: "Today, how can you take back the Chaos Clock?"

"Wait," Tianyan Daozi's expression became serious, "When Yang Jian dies once, I will take back the Chaos Clock and won't interfere in the matter of conferring the gods again."

Master Tongtian frowned and said, "Why do you have personal enmity with others? I am also very optimistic about this disciple, so don't act foolishly."

"Don't worry, both of you, why would I have a personal enmity with others?" Daozi Tianyan asked back, as if it was a matter of course, "If you let him die once, you still can't save him? This is only good for him, don't worry."

Yuanshi Tianzun was silent.

Instead, Master Tongtian thought about it carefully, and finally nodded: "That's right, taking advantage of his unsteady footing and taking more breaks, it will be easier for him to build roads in the future."

Tianyan Daozi smiled, but did not speak.

It's just that in his smile, there is an inexplicable meaning that neither of the two Sanqing sages can understand.

It's quite easy to say "die once", but Tianyan Daozi only knows what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

The place where the Chaos Clock suppressed.

Yang Jian knelt there leaning on a spear, his body trembling constantly.

Daoist Taiyi burned his primordial spirit to fight against the Holy Mother of Jinling, and he was already showing signs of fatigue, so he might not be able to hold on for long.

At the moment, the Xianjiao immortals sent voices to discuss, and immediately began to adjust the battle situation.

If the combat strength is still complete, take the initiative to take over one or two more immortals, and then free up manpower to support others...

After switching several times in a short while, Yun Zhongzi and Daodezhenjun Qingxu were finally 'vacated' to fight the Holy Mother of Jinling together with Daoist Taiyi.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the evil god, couldn't spare his mind to kill Yang Jian.

But the battle situation at this time has already affected the whole body.

It is true that the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was blocked, but the other immortals were affected. As the two Jiejiao immortals tried to pounce on Yang Jian, the battle situation with a radius of thousands of miles quickly 'shrunk' to within a hundred miles, and a rather intense 'offensive and defensive' drama unfolded around Yang Jian.

Yang Jian knelt in that big pit, he could see everything around him with his spiritual sense, but he didn't have the slightest spare energy to make a move.

The situation of Jiuzhu was barely stable, as long as he used more than one-tenth of the profound energy in his body, Jiuzhu would immediately shatter again.

In this battle, he has almost lost his strength to fight.

But, people are unlucky, if they drink cold water, they will get stuffed between their teeth.

The great battles of intercepting and elucidating the teachings are also the battles of Taoism, but the forces outside the Taoism are also in the territory of Xiqi at this time.

"When the West attains bliss, all living beings are Bodhi."

After singing, five haggard bald heads appeared several hundred miles to the northwest of Yang Jian, each hiding their aura, and rushed towards the big pit where Yang Jian was.

The immortals of the two religions all frowned. The immortals of Jiejiao didn't seem to want to be with these "born in the barren land" monks of the outer sect, but these few bald heads joined the battle.

Fortunately, the Immortal Chanjiao, who had been besieging Immortal Wuyun, separated four people to barely stop the five outer monks.

But in this way, the battle situation fell into a stalemate directly, and the Chaos Clock could not be broken, and it was impossible to break the situation at all.

Outside, people from the two sects came continuously, even implicating nearly half of the immortal sects in Central China, and countless immortals confronted each other in the sky above Nanzhou.

Watching from the sidelines in heaven, there are also many masters of the Western religion showing their aura, naturally watching the fire from the other side.

Hard battle, hard to stop for a while.

And this situation that is about to evolve into a war between heaven and earth is caused by only one person...

Yuxu's disciple, Yang Jian.

In the Heavenly Court and the High Heaven Palace, hundreds of civil and military ministers gathered here. There was a small pagoda on the desk in front of the Jade Emperor.

Even the Haotian Tower, where the Chaos Clock suppressed, can project a clear picture and transmit a weak sound.

A general said: "Your Majesty, Zhenjun Erlang is now in a bitter battle. Will His Majesty order someone to support him? Zhenjun Erlang is His Majesty's personal Marshal of the Heavenly Court. If he is damaged like this, he may lose a general for His Majesty."

"Your Majesty," Taibai Jinxing came out and said, "It's not appropriate for us to intervene in disputes between Taoists, just watch."

The Jade Emperor laughed and said, "Taibai Aiqing is good at calculating, and she will deduce today's fate for Yang Jian Aiqing."

"Old minister obeys," Taibai Jinxing bowed in response, flicked the whisk, and pinched his fingers to calculate.

The more calculations, the darker Taibai Jinxing's eyebrows became.

The Jade Emperor also frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty..." Taibai Jinxing's lips turned slightly pale, "Why don't you send troops to support one or two... According to the calculation of the old minister, Zhenjun Erlang will not escape death today."

The group of immortals were silent, none of them knew what the Jade Emperor wanted, so which one would dare to speak casually?

The Jade Emperor slowly leaned back and sank into the throne, his eyes flashed, as if he was weighing something.

"Just watch the battle."

"This is."

...

What panacea can quickly repair the mysterious beads?

With a ray of consciousness, Yang Jian rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the black turtle belt, looking for some panacea refined by his master, but found that there was no panacea to deal with his current injury.

really……

Kneeling here so uselessly today?

There is really no sense of security in entrusting your fate to others...

Suddenly, a cry came from behind.

"Husband!"

Xinke?

Yang Jian was anxious, turned his head reluctantly, opened his eyes and saw Ao Xinke clutching his chest, holding the clouds, and quickly darting towards the low altitude, flying thousands of feet away.

"Don't...don't...come here..."

Yang Jian reluctantly opened his mouth.

He is already the target of public criticism, and maybe he will be covered by dozens of magical powers in the next moment.

If Ao Xinke hadn't been injured, Yang Jian wouldn't have put her in such a dangerous situation, let alone she had already been injured...

Ao Xinke flew a hundred feet away in a blink of an eye, Yang Jian wanted to stop it, but it seemed too late.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a white shadow rushed past Yang Jian, stopped Ao Xinke tens of feet away, grinned and barked at Ao Xinke.

"Wow woof! woof woof!"

Does Xiaotiangou know his own mind? Yang Jian thought so.

But all of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another Ao Xinke riding the waves, still dozens of miles away.

When she saw a figure tens of feet away behind Yang Jian, she was startled and shouted, "Be careful, husband! That's not me!"

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, but behind him, something happened suddenly.

The figure disguised as Ao Xinke with the method of transformation was suddenly wrapped in a puff of smoke, and the figure rushed towards Xiao Tiangou!

"Yang Jian! Today is your death day!"

In the smoke, a woman rushed forward with sharp ears and sharp claws, and her aura fluctuated like a quasi-sage.

With a fixed gaze, Yang Jian immediately recognized who this person was.

The patriarch of the demon clan, Mei Kongmei!

It's a pity that tens of feet is too short, so short that the immortals of Chanjiao can't support it, and so short that Yang Jian can't get up to fight at all...

Mei Kongmei has already been killed!