The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

At the Yuanmen, Yang Jian held the jade talisman for a long time without speaking, and had stood facing the east for more than half an hour.

The wind moves the pleats of the gown, and the wind and grass calm down.

When the soldiers in the army saw him, they all thought that the prime minister was thinking of a way to defeat the enemy, and no one rushed to disturb him.

Nezha has never seen Yang Jian standing silently like this, and wanted to ask what's the matter several times. If there is something to discuss with the same family, why bother to be melancholy...

But Nezha was a little afraid of Yang Jian, he just thought so, and didn't go directly there.

Several juniors gathered in a tent, all watching Yang Jian's back with their spiritual sense.

Lei Zhenzi asked: "Is Elder Brother always thinking about war like this?"

"What senior brother thinks is far beyond what the rest of us know." Huang Tianhua picked up the wine jar and took a sip from his mouth. "Whoever makes senior senior brother is senior brother naturally worries more than us."

Mu Zha said with a smile: "Only the few of us are rushing into the battle, and there are not many good strategies, and we can't help the senior brother."

"That's wrong," Jin Zha looked a little displeased, but swallowed the words again, obviously not wanting to say anything more.

Nezha lay on the side with his fire-pointed gun on his pillow, yawned, and said, "Elder brother is responsible for everything, so don't worry. Last time the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Great Immortal Wuyun attacked, didn't the elder brother also carry it down? It made us worry in vain."

"Having said that," Lei Zhenzi looked serious, "but you and I were ordered to help the senior brother prosper and conquer merchants, so we should solve the problems for the senior brother. Let me ask the senior brother."

"Hey, don't go..."

Nezha couldn't stop him in time, Lei Zhenzi had already walked towards the camp gate with sonorous steps.

Quite upright.

"Let him go and ask." Mu Zha took a sip of wine with a gourd, and several people listened attentively at the same time...

Lei Zhenzi arrived in front of the gate, bowed to Yang Jian's back, and asked, "Eldest brother, what's bothering you? Can you help the elder brother with his worries?"

Yang Jian regained his composure, turned around and looked at Lei Zhenzi behind him, and said with a smile: "It's nothing serious, just now the Second Martial Uncle sent me a letter saying that all the immortals from Yuxu Palace will come to Xiqi soon to help us defeat the enemy."

When Lei Zhenzi heard this, he said strangely, "This is a good thing."

"A good thing? Not at all! Come on, come with me."

Yang Jian walked forward with his hands behind his back, and Lei Zhenzi followed from behind. The pair of brothers walked in the grassland, but what they said fell into the ears of Nezha and the others.

"Junior, do you know why the God Conferred Tribulation happened?"

"Senior brother can't fail me," Lei Zhenzi said with a smile, "I heard the teacher mention several times that the power of Taoism and the decline of the heavens have affected the balance of the three realms and hindered the operation of the heavens. Everything flourishes and declines, so there is a catastrophe for the gods, and all Taoist disciples should be tribulated. If the source of blessing is shallow and the supernatural powers are not as good as human beings, they will go to the list of gods."

"That's right," Yang Jian nodded lightly. Uncle Yun Zhongzi's opinion was fair, and he didn't mention the Jade Emperor crying to Daozu.

Yang Jian said: "Daoist catastrophe, you and I are all in it. But under the catastrophe, there must be chance."

"Opportunity, what do you say?"

Seeing Lei Zhenzi's bewildered face, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing.

Listen to him explaining to his younger brother:

"In the past, the first catastrophe of the opening of the sky, the dragon and phoenix clans fought until the last fuel was exhausted, and only then did the lich prosper. The lich war, the human race took advantage of this great prosperity, and became the protagonist of the world. Now, the Taoist catastrophe, the opportunity is in the heaven, and it is also you and me."

"At this time, you and I both have the blessing of the luck of the person who should be robbed. The cultivation is smooth and unimpeded, or you can get many treasures, or you may get a few supernatural powers. These are all benefits for us."

"With benefits, as long as we can survive this catastrophe, our body will not die, and if we don't enter the list of gods, it will be equivalent to a great increase in strength. We will not have the merits of ten thousand years of cultivation, and we will add merit. Isn't this just a chance?"

Lei Zhenzi suddenly realized this, and Nezha and the others were also thoughtful.

In fact, these few of them did not make it to the list of gods, and those who fought the battle of gods to the end were all "sanctified in the flesh", and became the mainstay in the heavenly court.

Yang Jian took Lei Zhenzi to continue walking, Lei Zhenzi realized it for a long time, and asked: "Then, as long as we can live to the end of calamity and never turn into ashes, we will be considered to have this opportunity?"

"Of course," Yang Jian handed the jade talisman to Lei Zhenzi.

Senior Uncle Yun Zhongzi and Junior Brother Lei Zhenzi are considered disciples of Miao Zhenggenhong, so they can be trusted.

Yang Jian sighed: "Wen Zhong found the Ten Heavenly Lord of Jin'ao Island. He is actually not a very strong person, but after that, he involved many Jiejiao immortals. The Ten Heavenly Lord is good at setting up formations, and he will set up the ten unique formations in a few days. My original intention is to enter the formation by myself, and I am sure of defeating the enemy. But the meaning of the seniors is that if they walk down the mountain once, they will also pass this disaster."

Lei Zhenzi was also a little puzzled after reading the letter carried by the jade talisman.

"Brother, why don't seniors and uncles hide from disasters, but come in for a walk instead?"

"Perhaps it was because of the attack and killing of me by the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and Wuyun Immortal before, and the elders in the sect felt that it would be disrespectful to explain the teaching," Yang Jian shook his head. "Maybe it was because they knew that there was no way to hide from the disaster, so they could only respond to the disaster and then kill the disaster, so they decided to go down the mountain and beat them to stop the teaching by surprise."

Lord Ten Heaven?

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Interpretation and Education are not the enemies that match each other, what's more, Taoist Ran Deng and Taoist Lu Ya will probably come to get involved.

Lei Zhenzi pondered for a while, and then looked at Yang Jian walking in front of him, and felt that the senior brother was a little less chic, and his steps seemed to be heavy on his shoulders.

"Well, senior brother, I'm not good at words either," Lei Zhenzi chased after him in two steps, "but senior brother, don't worry, our masters are all great supernatural powers, with profound blessings, and there must be a way to relieve evil!"

Yang Jian looked at Lei Zhenzi, smiled and nodded.

However, he was weighing in his heart, if he were to face the Hunyuan Jindou of Empress Shang Yunxiao, how much chance would he have of winning...

What should come will always come, and not everything can go as you want.

On the second day after Shi Tianjun joined the merchant army, Wen Zhong rode a black unicorn to the clouds to call for battle, and the situation in the world suddenly changed.

Outside Zhou Jun's barracks, flying sand and rocks covered the sky, black clouds billowed and roared.

Wen Zhongqi's ink unicorn landed in front of the black clouds, his whole body shone with golden light, his forehead opened vertically, and he looked straight at the Zhou army's camp. Behind him, ten figures floated up and down in the black clouds.

"snort!"

A figure flew into the sky accompanied by a cold hum. Yang Jian was dressed in a white robe, with cold eyes, looking straight ahead.

A few more figures flew over, Nezha, Huang Tianhua, Mu Zha, Jin Zha, and Lei Zhenzi stood behind Yang Jian, and the six brothers and sisters looked at Heiyun at the same time.

"Yang Jian!"

Wen Zhong scolded angrily, "You are a famous disciple, but you don't respect etiquette, don't know the rules of the world, and presumptuously assist Zhou Guo's rebellion, intending to make me an eight-hundred-year-old foundation! Your heart is really to be punished! Thanks to the help of all Taoist friends, you will die today!"

After saying that, the Ten Heavenly Lord of Jinao Island showed his figure after Wen Zhong.

Yang Jian took a closer look at the only woman among the ten heavenly monarchs, the Virgin of the Golden Light; these days, there are several people who can be called the Virgin, but Yang Jian didn't feel that the Holy Mother of the Golden Light had too strong aura.

It's quite beautiful.

"Why does the Grand Master engage in these verbal disputes? It's better to let your fellow Taoists come over."

"Yang Jian, your tone is too loud." After Wen Zhong, a Taoist in a brown robe said coldly, "We all count as your teacher, and even a single Daoist is disrespectful!"

Yang Jian shook his head, "I don't know who your Excellency studied under, and the method you practice can attract such evil spirits. My Taoism advocates purity and cultivation of character. Although I don't abstain from killing, I don't have such a filthy method."

The Taoist in the brown robe suddenly became angry.

Standing in the center of the ten people, the Holy Mother of Golden Light chuckled, and said: "I have long heard that my nephew Yang Jian is eloquent. I saw you today, and it is true. If so, I will not talk nonsense with you. Today, ten of my senior brothers and sisters set up ten great formations in front of your camp. God has the virtue of good life. You are allowed to last for a hundred days. If you can break the formation, I will return to Jin'ao Island and never set foot in Nanzhou again."

"But if you can't break it," the Holy Mother of Golden Light's pretty face was cold, "only one of these ten formations can wipe out thousands of living beings."

extinct...

These two words are not free to use.

At that moment, Yang Jian had the urge to do it directly, and the magical method of seventy-two transformations had already come to his mind.

"Brother! Why do we have to wait for them to set up?" Nezha shouted behind him, which actually calmed Yang Jian down.

If he, Yang Jian, was the only one here, he would have no doubts about fighting the Lord of Ten Heavens; but today, there are hundreds of thousands of troops under him, and countless mortals are behind him.

Shi Tianjun's appearance was so fierce that it was obvious that several people had killed many people. The words of the Holy Mother of Golden Light were not purely threatening.

"Okay," Yang Jian said calmly, "You just set up the formation."

Nezha wanted to say something, but his elder brother Jin Zha held his shoulders and whispered a few words.

On the other side, Wen Zhong seemed to be frowning too. As the grand master of the Shang Dynasty, he naturally wanted Shi Tianjun to directly deploy a large formation to kill the Zhou army here, so as to relieve the danger of Shang Dynasty.

"Since that's the case, after three days, you just go out and break the camp!"

The Holy Mother of Golden Light said such words directly, Wen Zhong didn't say much except for a light sigh.

Now that the book of war has been set, we will see the outcome in three days.

Wen Zhong went back to the barracks, feeling a little unhappy, and finally couldn't help going to the tent where Lord Shi Tian lived, and asked about today's affairs.

"Fellow daoists, why do you want to give Yang Jian a chance to break through?"

Ten Tianjun, you look at me and I look at you, all smiling.

The Holy Mother of Golden Light laughed and said: "Teacher really thinks that the big formation we have arranged is to kill mortals? The Ten Jue Formation is called the Ten Jue Formation, and if the ten formations are deployed, you must kill enough of their ten disciples to give up. Don't be anxious, Grand Master. If we kill those disciples of the Chanjiao disciples, will Zhou Guo's army be defeated?"

Wen Taishi was relieved just now, and bowed to Shi Tianjun, with a shame on his face, "I am also concerned about it, but I am in chaos. Alas, this has become the foundation of Tang, and I really can't bear to watch it go to pieces."

"Don't worry, Da Dao is fifty, Tianyan is fourty-nine, I cut off the teaching to cut off that ray of life," Bai Li said with a light smile, and the Grand Master was relieved when he heard it.

A lifeline...

Walking out of the camp, Wen Zhong hesitated in his heart, staring at the afterglow of the setting sun in the western sky, a little lost in thought.

Where is the ray of hope for big businessmen?