The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 "Friends, please stay!"

　　 The elegant shout chased from the side, and Yang Jian stopped his steps and turned to look at the source of the sound.

　　 The one who called Yang Jian was naturally the little boy sitting on the chair.

　　 This person has a groan and smile, those clear eyes have been locked on Yang Jian's face, with a vague arrogance.

In the 　　 field, more than a dozen cultivators of the Pingtian Sword Gate cried and put away Fairy Qinglian's body.

　　 Yang Jian smashed Qinglian's Tianling Bone with a palm, and there was absolutely no possibility of rescue.

　　 cries, curses, roars, swept toward Yang Jian.

　　 Yang Jian didn't care at all, he wouldn't lose a piece of flesh when he was cursed, not to mention that the other party was also a dead mentor and was emotional.

　　 He arched his hand at the little boy and said, "Thank you just now."

　　 "I should thank my fellow daoists," the young man stood up, handsome and handsome, and gave people a sense of weakness.

　　 "Today, I am waiting to come here with great fanfare, also to let Pingtian Sword Sect give an explanation. Daoist friends helped me wait for a difficult enemy to fight, so I should thank you."

　　 Yang Jian smiled freely, and didn't entangle too much, "I just came here to seek revenge. The matter is over here. Go with Angelica."

　　 "It's not good for me to force the daoists to stay and help," the young man nodded with a smile, "Dare to ask the title?"

"Yang Jian."

　　 "Oh?" The young man arched his hand at Yang Jian, "Under Xiao Lantian."

　　 "Farewell."

　　 "No delivery."

　　 Yang Jian didn't pay attention anymore, and walked away, his long hair fluttering in his own style, and his muscles were smooth and natural.

　　 That Xiao Lantian glanced at Yang Jian's figure. When Yang Jian walked into the crowd, the famous Young Master Xiao had a blush that was invisible to others.

　　‘Is this guy really showing off? Humph! After the fight, I don't know how to change clothes. ’

　　 Xiao Lantian retracted his gaze, sat in his chair again, and raised his finger.

　　 Another person fell into the field in midair, facing the Pingtian Sword Gate.

This is an old man with a fluttering beard. His face was cold and he said, "Pingtian Sword Sect should know better, and kneel in front of Young Master Xiao to plead guilty! Otherwise, don't blame someone on Camel for doing that extinction today! "

　　Pingtian Sword Sect disciples all glared at the old man, but only the elders and peak masters of Pingtian Sword Sect looked solemn; they recognized that this old man surnamed Camel was actually a famous figure of the older generation.

　　 "Hahaha!"

An elder of the Pingtian Swordsman raised his head and laughed, but the laughter was mostly miserable, "Tuo Yiweng, you are also an elder, a famous mountain lord! Why today, you have become a slave for the young man surnamed Xiao !"

　　 Another Pingtian Sword Gate elder angrily scolded: "Bah! Still a disgusting dog slave!"

The old Taoist surnamed Tuo's face was white and red, but he didn't get angry, but sneered, and said in a deep voice: "If you can save my sect, let alone a little fame, even if it's a life to be poor, poor eyes Won't blink either!"

　　 After these few words, both sides fell silent.

"Ugh……"

　　 The head of the Pingtian Sword Sect sighed, his turbid eyes looked at the casual cultivators, and at the other's most important person.

　　 Xiao Lantian.

　　 This Young Master Xiao, Pingtian Sword Sect naturally knows; he came from outside the sky a few months ago and said that he would take a few sects to surpass this dying world.

　　 At that time, the various factions were greatly shaken, and they did the same at the Pingtian Sword Sect. They sent two elders to visit with gifts.

But for some reason, Young Master Xiao received most of the gifts from the sects, but expelled the messengers of more than ten sects including Pingtian Sword Sect. The gifts were also thrown back, and even the more than ten sects were disbanded within a time limit. Destroy one by one.

　　 This matter is quite strange.

　　 But in the past month, first the Broken Heaven Immortal Sect, then the Litian Zhanzong, Wantian Lingzong... all the schools have been extinct.

　　Unexpectedly, on the day when the Ten Thousand Heavens Spirit Sect was destroyed, this Young Master Xiao brought a crowd of thousands of people and rushed to the gate of their Pingtian Sword Gate.

　　 If there are only more than a thousand mobs, plus more than a hundred masters of other sects, Pingtian Sword Sect is not incapable of coping.

　　 But the real threat came from the two old men behind Xiao Lantian. They just looked at each other, and they couldn't breathe if they could suppress it!

　　 This door is in disaster.

　　Pingtian Sword Sect’s head pours out blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are full of bleakness, knowing that today’s destruction of the gate is a certainty.

　　 It's a sigh, even though Junior Sister Qinglian is a peerless posture, she is also a cultivator, but she was so harsh and unreasonable, she was eventually killed by the boy.

　　 "Is this retribution?"

　　 The headmaster smiled miserably, raised his hand to push away the two elders who were blocking him, staggered down the steps, and stood in front of Camel.

　　 Holding a sword in his hand, he seemed to want to fight.

　　 "Young Master Xiao," the head of Ping Tianjian's voice was unexpectedly calm, "I just ask, just one."

　　 Young Master Xiao replied leisurely: "Ask."

　　 "I'm Pingtian Sword Sect, what on earth has offended Young Master Xiao? What is wrong with Young Master Xiao?"

　　 This sentence not only asked the indignation of the hundreds of disciples up and down the Pingtian Sword Sect, but also the doubts of the group of monks who followed Xiao Gongzi.

　　 Xiao Lantian curled the corner of her mouth, as if she didn't care, "Really want to know?"

　　 The head of Ping Tianjian shouted: "Please also ask Young Master Xiao for advice!"

　　 Yang Jian also walked to the back of the group of casual cultivators at this time, and just about to leave, the shout of the head of Pingtian Sword Sect made him stop.

　　 He also wanted to hear the answer of Xiao Gongzi.

　　 Xiao Lantian chuckled, although the words were not loud, they rang strangely in the ears of everyone present.

"Actually, it's very simple. To blame, I blame you for being too domineering in the name Pingtian Sword Sect. What are the broken sky, calendar sky, and ten thousand sky spirits..." Young Master Xiao's voice was getting colder, "The word for heaven is not everyone It can be used."

"Through this piece of heaven and earth, you will be dead, the power of heaven is weak, and the power of heaven's punishment is not obvious, you dare to claim to break the sky, and the heavens. As everyone knows, you have already caused great disasters! This so-called peace sword is even more so. Let this young man listen harshly."

"There are not even a single immortal in a school. There are only two or three Taoists who have cultivated the soul, dare to call themselves Pingtian? Don't say it is me, even if other monks from outside the sky hear these names, they will Trouble with you!"

"understand?"

　　 The last three words are like a hammer, the head of Ping Tian who smashed back three steps back, his face was bloodless, his eyes lost, and he kept muttering:

　　 "It turned out to be like this... It turned out to be like this..."

　　 Then there was another wry smile, like a madman, and suddenly he lifted his sword and slashed towards Tuo Yiweng.

　　 A big battle opened again, murderous intent surged, spiritual energy overturned.

　　 Xiao Lantian adjusted to a comfortable posture as if watching a play, sat there and continued watching.

　　 It's just that other people didn't notice, this Young Master Xiao passed a little smile deep in his eyes.

　　 The casual cultivators began to mutter the words of Young Master Xiao just now, and they showed a wry smile unconsciously. They didn't expect that the big sect in so many secret worlds would be destroyed because of such absurd reasons...

　　 ridiculous?

　　 In fact, after careful scrutiny, it makes sense, but I don’t think this is a big deal.

　　 "Really... nonsense," Yang Jian muttered, turning around and walking away, not staying long.

　　 Ping Tian Sword Gate will not be destroyed ~ www.readwn.com ~ has nothing to do with him.

　　 What is the purpose of that Young Master Xiao, specifically looking for these sects with the word ‘天’ in their names, this is not what Yang Jian wants to know.

　　 Is it a taboo to bring "Heaven"?

　　 This is pure nonsense, isn't there a heaven in the name of Young Master Xiao?

　　Why is he not struck by lightning outside of this world?

　　 Yang Jian was about to use the universe to escape, suddenly his heart jumped, and he looked up.

　　 A white feathered bird flew from behind him to the left front. This bird was not a physical entity, but was transformed into a white spirit.

　　How do you feel, this white feather bird...slightly familiar...

　　 Yang Jian admitted that he had never seen this bird, but he had such a weird mood.

　　 With a thought, Yang Jian showed the world to escape, but instead of going down the mountain, he chased the direction the bird flew, and his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

　　 looked up and stared at the little white bird, Yang Jian quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests. After a few breaths, he didn't know where he was.

　　He dashed into the white mist from time to time, and from time to time into the misty land.

　　 And Yang Jian gradually realized what, and concluded that this plausible bird must be related to'Qinglian'.

　　 Yang Jian's palm smashed Qinglian's life and soul, and he also felt Qinglian's soul dissipated in the air, and Qinglian was indeed dead and could not die again.

　　 And this little white bird is like a wisp of fragments of the blue soul...

　　 Could it be that this little white bird was transformed by Qinglian's soul? Is there another mystery?

　　 Yang Jian continued to follow, insisting to find out.

　　If Qing Lian is really not dead, he will definitely make another shot to avoid future troubles.

　　 To the enemy, what else is there to talk about humanity.