The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

At the beginning, Yang Jian felt that Uncle Huang Long was a little bit unreliable, but after thinking about it carefully, he was quite surprised.

This red sand formation can scratch the Lingbao, and Yang Jian's mysterious body was a little itchy after being hit by grains of red sand; but the wooden stick held by Taoist Huanglong didn't have any breath fluctuations, but it was unscathed in the red sand formation.

Could it be that this treasure stick has something to do with Zulong?

Yang Jian was suspicious for a while, but the Twelve Golden Immortals over there were already a little bit about to quarrel.

Chi Jingzi is loyal and kind, seeing Huanglong breaking the formation like a child's play, he asked in a low voice: "Eldest brother, why don't I go to the formation to help?"

Guang Chengzi pondered for a few moments, intending to nod his head.

"Second brother's words are unacceptable," Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun said sternly, "Senior brother Huanglong dares to break the formation, he has his own support, his way is profound, and his supernatural powers are great. If we help, I'm afraid it will make him unhappy."

Puxian also said: "Senior brother Huanglong cares about appearance, you and I knew it when we were practicing in Kunlun Mountain, but you can't just go to help and protect it."

Daoist Taiyi snorted coldly, "What's the use of skin? I'll go get them out of battle right away!"

Manjusri said: "Why are you in such a hurry? Why not wait a while?"

A sharp light flashed across the eyes of Master Taiyi, "Could it be that you don't want to see my master nephew Xuangong's shocking world, and want him to compromise his Taoism in this red sand formation?"

"How can Junior Brother Taiyi speak such words?" Fearful Sun who was on the side couldn't help but also said, "We Twelve Golden Immortals are the pillars of elucidation and teaching, we should be united as one, and don't make a joke in front of Jiejiao!"

Master Lingbao, who was squinting and dozing off, chuckled lightly, and all his words were contained in this smile.

Guang Chengzi finally said: "You guys don't want to fight any more, with Junior Brother Yuding here, Senior Nephew Yang Jian will be fine."

As soon as his words fell, the immortals looked at the real Yuding who was sitting in the corner as if they had just remembered something.

Master Yuding opened his eyes, smiled uncomfortably at his fellow apprentices, closed his eyes again, and continued to rest his mind leisurely.

It seems to be some kind of Dao rhyme, but I don't know what kind of supernatural powers, the real Yuding can always make people ignore his existence subconsciously; after careful inspection, it seems to be a kind of wonderland where oneself blends into the heaven and earth, which is beyond the reach of ordinary monks.

That's right, the Jade Cauldron is here, and the Ten Jue Formation is meant to be broken as soon as it is broken.

They valued the Ten Jue Formation so much and were so impatient here, but the matter of breaking the Ten Jue Formation had unknowingly become an excellent opportunity for Master Yuding to train his disciples.

Only Daoist Taiyi, who knew Yuding well, could not help but twitch his mouth.

Taiyi is well aware of Yuding's temperament.

If Yang Jian and Huanglong Taoist were really fascinated in the red sand formation, the two of them would definitely not die, but they would definitely suffer a lot. Only at the moment of life and death, Yuding Fang would rescue them.

Most of the time, Yang Jian was taken care of by his master in this way.

"There seems to be a change in the formation!"

Qingxu Daodezhenjun suddenly made a sound, Taiyi Daoist also restrained his mind, and his spiritual consciousness was shrouded in the red sand formation.

In the red sand formation, evil spirits condensed into black snakes, like hair strands, constantly attacking the two of them.

Hongsha's advocacy against Shao seemed to be in a hurry, and the sky filled with red sand began to show many changes, sometimes turning into a thousand swords attacking, sometimes turning into a sea of ​​spears and knives.

Yang Jian had already stood in front of Huanglong Taoist, grasping the three-pointed and two-edged spear and kept dancing, smashing the incoming attacks one after another.

The magic of the dragon gun is not bad for the body, and the mysterious handle becomes a shadow and dances the universe!

The Twelve Golden Immortals couldn't see through the altar from outside the formation, but after careful calculation, Yang Jian and Taoist Huanglong seemed to be approaching the altar in the formation!

In the red sand array!

"Nephew, let's go slowly."

Taoist Huanglong suddenly called out to Yang Jian, grabbed the unattractive dead wood, raised his hand and threw it up, the dead wood landed in his palm and pointed somewhere.

"This way!"

"Okay!" Yang Jian agreed, and rushed forward with Huanglong Taoist in the direction pointed by the end of the dead wood.

There were bursts of 'huge waves' in the red sand formation, and the entire formation was like a sea of ​​blood, trying to crush Yang Jian and Taoist Huanglong into meatloaf.

But Taoist Huanglong has no treasures, but his mana is extremely powerful. Although he can't resist the evil spirit, it relieves a lot of pressure for Yang Jian.

"This way!"

"This way!"

"Hurry up! I feel very close to that guy who sprinkled sand!"

Feel……

Yang Jian staggered at that time and almost fell over.

The red sand became thicker and thicker, and they seemed to be running in the ground. If a mortal fell on this place, they would be smashed to pieces in an instant.

In front of him, the red sand suddenly condensed into a wall, Yang Jian jumped up suddenly, Taoist Huanglong held Yang Jian's shoulder tightly, and jumped up directly...

In Yang Jian's hand, the three-pointed and two-edged spear slashed fiercely, and the red sand in front of him disappeared, revealing an open space with a diameter of ten feet.

The red sand formed a 'bucket', and at the bottom of the bucket was the altar of the Four Ways, and on the altar, the Taoist holding a 'dustpan' in both hands, with his head down, full of unbelievable hair...

Lord Ten Heavens, Zhang Shao!

"Senior nephew, come on!"

Taoist Huanglong shouted loudly, and Yang Jian had already rushed out.

"How is it possible! You broke my formation like this!" Zhang Shao gritted his teeth and roared, and shook the dustpan in his hand vigorously at Yang Jian, spilling a piece of red sand with gold in it!

Yang Jian rushed forward too quickly, and crashed directly into the sand, as if there was no obstacle, the three-pointed and two-edged spear was erected and chopped down, but Zhang Shao was chopped vertically like firewood.

The dragon gun was stained with blood, and Yang Jian was also splashed with blood, standing there panting lightly.

The red sand formation slowly collapsed, and the sky-filled red sand sank everywhere.

Taoist Huanglong sensed something was wrong and immediately moved forward.

"What's wrong with you, nephew?"

"It's okay, I was blinded by the sand..." Yang Jian said in a low voice, his eyes were tightly closed and he couldn't open them, and the corners of his eyes were a little red and swollen.

But his consciousness is not hindered, and he can see the things around him.

At this time, the red sand in the sky had already fallen, and Taoist Huanglong grabbed Yang Jian's arm and soared into the sky. With a dragon chant in his mouth, he took Yang Jian back to Zhouying directly by riding the wind and clouds.

"Quick! Nephew's eyes are hurt!"

Taoist Huanglong shouted, and the Twelve Golden Immortals and many disciples immediately surrounded him.

Real person Yuding was the fastest, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Yang Jian, telling Yang Jian not to move around, carefully observing Yang Jian's eyes, then took a elixir, and fed Yang Jian carefully.

The master said: "Just cultivate for a few days, this sand is quite powerful."

"Yes, master." Yang Jian agreed, and Nezha and Huang Tianhua ran over to support him, but he pushed him away with a smile.

"Although I'm cultivating a physical body, I still have some spiritual cultivation." Yang Jian closed his eyes and walked around without hindrance.

Taoist Huanglong coughed.

"The red sand array has been broken, and half of the ten unique arrays have been broken in the hands of our nephew Yang Jian. Let's rest for a few days. This matter should be spread to the Three Realms."

All the immortals praised the goodness, and all of them were looking at the wooden stick in Taoist Huanglong's hand.

Yang Jian walked over in two steps, grabbed Taoist Huanglong's arm, and asked in a low voice, "Master, where did your treasure come from?"

"Why, do you want it?" Huanglong Taoist laughed lightly, took out the dead wood, and threw it into Yang Jian's arms, "Take it, don't say that master is not generous! I still have a firewood pile for this thing!"

Yang Jian was flustered for a while, took the wooden stick in his hand, squeezed it lightly, and crushed a piece of it directly.

Master Huanglong said: "This is not a treasure, it's just a piece of immortal wood in the firewood house at the back of Kunlun Mountain. It has a little effect of destroying evil."

"The uncle just now..."

"I, although I don't have any treasures, and my luck is not very good on weekdays, but my fate is hard, the sky will not accept it, and the earth will not care! Haha, let's go to rest."

Yang Jian was stunned for a while.

Hard life?

That's okay too?

The divine channel method is completely useless, so it is not as hard as Fuyuan's life root?

Yang Jian sighed softly, returned to the camp with the Twelve Golden Immortals, and continued to break the formation after meeting for five days.

Yang Jian suddenly remembered a little fable he had heard when he was a child. The old man poured oil, but the oil passed through the mouth of the copper coin without spilling a drop. '

When it came to Senior Uncle Huanglong, it was replaced by 'Desperate and Hard-Eared'...

Forget it, I was a little tired from the repeated battles, so I took a few days off to take advantage of some slight injuries to my eyes.

Yang Jian couldn't stop laughing, and went to Ji Qianhua's small tent next to the main tent. Ji Qianhua helped him take off his armor, and then Yang Jian asked her to go to the women's camp to make do for a few days.

This is not a pretentious gesture in front of the elders of the master, but it is really nothing to do with Zhou Gong's daughter.

In the Yang Mansion, the water mirror technique gradually dissipated, and all the female family members of the Yang Mansion felt relieved.

Feng Wu's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and she sat there thinking about something.

But Yang Xiaochan ran to Ao Xinke's side for a while, and asked the real Huanglong if he had a magic trick called "throwing a stick to ask the way".

Ao Xinke shook her head with a chuckle, and whispered the reason.

"Senior Uncle Huang Long is actually the elder brother of my clan. Before he took form, he worshiped in Kunlun Mountain. He has a deep celestial relationship and a long source of blessings."

"My Dragon Clan was punished by the Dao of Heaven because of the battle with the Phoenix Clan in ancient times, which shattered the prehistoric world and severely damaged the Dao of Heaven. The people of the clan must have little luck and are indebted to the world. Uncle Huanglong has been plagued by bad luck for this reason. Although he has cultivated a high level, he has never been well-known."

"But in the red sand formation, if one is not aware, Senior Master Huanglong will be in danger of death, and his own life will be aroused, so that he will not be killed or injured. Therefore, no matter what he does, he can actually break the formation, and it has nothing to do with the wooden stick."

Xiao Chan'er was even more puzzled, "My own fate?"

Yao Ji seemed to know this, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Master Huang Long is the last five-clawed golden dragon in the Three Realms?"

"Well," Ao Xinke nodded lightly, "Mother is right. Master Huanglong is a five-clawed golden dragon, and it is because of this that he can be worshiped under the Sanqing sect. The totem of the ancient human race is based on Master Huanglong's depiction. The luck of the human race protects him. Whenever the human race prospers, he will be protected from death."

Xiao Chan'er scratched her head, and suddenly became more confused.

Perhaps, it was because this kind-hearted uncle was tough enough to kill his opponent?

Yang Xiaochan suddenly felt the wonder of the prehistoric world, and burst into admiration.

...

In the Shang army camp, there was a gloomy cloud at this time.

The remaining five of Shi Tianjun did not dare to come out of the formation, Wen Zhong could only pace back and forth anxiously.

Glancing in the direction of Zhou Ying, Wen Zhong sighed.

When the Master of the Red Sand Formation was beheaded by Yang Jian, he had already sent out a jade talisman and was waiting for a reply.

Wen Zhong's jade talisman crossed mountains and ridges, but it arrived near Jin'ao Island and fell into the hands of a handsome Taoist.

The Taoist was deep in thought, pinching his fingers to calculate, and frowning tightly.

"Yang Jian...is he so powerful? The ten friends are not afraid of the evil spirit? What should we do..."

While muttering, the Taoist suddenly saw a beam of light flying out from Jin'ao Island, his eyes lit up, and he hurried forward.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"