The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Martial nephew rest more these few days, there are still five battles to be solved by you."

"Uncle, go slowly."

"Well, come back."

Qingxu Daodezhenjun waved his hand, Yang Jian stood outside the tent and watched the two uncles go back to the big tent beside him, he was stunned for a moment, then turned and went back to the tent.

His chief general's big tent has become a place of immortals, with immortal lights and immortal energy everywhere, just like a Taoist temple in the army.

If it wasn't for Zhou's army going up and down, Zhijian's discipline was strict, and the soldiers would have been familiar with the gods, maybe there would have been a lot of people here, and they would be worshiped as a temple.

Yang Jian broke through five formations in a row, and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao also gained their own gains. Although a few decent treasures were taken away by Yang Jian, they can be regarded as having survived the catastrophe of conferring gods.

As long as the Twelve Golden Immortals return to the mountain later, the catastrophe can be relieved a little, which is also quite beneficial to the Twelve Golden Immortals.

However, Yang Jian always felt that things would not be so simple.

Ten unique formations...

According to the allusions he knew about the Conferred Gods, there would be Jiejiao Immortals appearing to rescue them during the Ten Jue Formation, and various great gods would also appear for the first time, such as Taoist Lu Ya.

Zhao Gongming, who is more familiar with Yang Jian, was injured here, and San Xiao's anger and swaying of the Yellow River formation was also born of this incident.

Zhao Gongming...

Sanxiao...

He has always had good senses towards Zhao Gongming and Yun Xiao. People who practice Taoism rarely have such loyalty and friendship.

There is also the eccentric Qiong Xiao, Yang Jian couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of the past between him and Qiong Xiao at the Xuanyuan Tomb.

If San Xiao really made a move, if he had the chance, would he kill them?

And Zhao Gongming, maybe he will suddenly appear in the merchant army's camp in a few days, can he kill Zhao Gongming directly and take him away from the Sea God Orb?

In the battle between the two religions, life and death should be divided.

In the original allusion of Fengshen, Zhao Gongming died under the nail-headed seven-arrow book, and his death was miserable and quite desolate.

The Dinghai God Bead fell into the hands of the Lantern Taoist, and later Western teachings turned it into Buddhism. The Dinghai God Bead was released with the Lantern, and the twenty-four Dinghai God Beads evolved into the twenty-four heavens, becoming a treasure of Buddhism, suppressing the luck of Buddhism.

If Dinghai Shenzhu were to fall into the hands of Taoist Ran Deng, it would just make Western religion easier in the future.

Yang Jian's eyes could not be fully opened at this time, and he already had this plan in mind.

If Zhao Gongming helps Wen Zhong, he will not show mercy!

Yang Jian sighed softly, stepped into his small tent, sat back on the bed, and carefully scrubbed his eyes with the fairy spring water given by Daoxing Tianzun. The burning sensation in his eyes gradually subsided, and he was able to open his eyes as usual.

The red sand array has been broken, and the next thing to worry about is the end of the array that day.

Why don't you invite Uncle Guangchengzi to break the battle tomorrow, and deal with Qin Wan first, and then there will be no serious problems in the remaining few battles.

"That's fine," Yang Jian slept with his clothes on, and slowly closed his eyes, just waiting for the Golden Crow to ascend to the east, ending the five-day period ahead of schedule, and continuing to break through the Ten Jue Formation.

After a few days of fighting, Yang Jian was also a little tired, and soon snored lightly while lying on the small bed.

The soldiers guarding outside the door listened and gestured silently to the figures who walked by, so as not to disturb the prime minister's rest.

Among the Zhou army, he has been regarded as the god of war in the army, and his prestige has long been unmatched.

What Yang Jian thought was to break the formation at dawn, how could he know that before dawn, reinforcements had already arrived from Wen Zhongying; the reinforcements were none other than Zhao Gongming who should have been robbed this time.

Boom boom boom boom...

Yang Jian was awakened by the sound of drums in his sleep, got up quickly, put on his battle armor casually, and rushed out of the camp. When he looked up, he saw twelve golden immortals standing in the air.

"Prime Minister! The merchant army is calling!"

Yang Jian's consciousness swept over him, and he was suddenly dumbfounded.

Wen Zhong actually crossed the Shijue formation, leading a soldier and horse waving the flag and shouting. On the left stood Deng Xin and Zhang Tao, four generals who were former bandits, and on the right stood the remaining five of Shi Tianjun.

The aura of the Twelve Golden Immortals locked onto the Ten Jue Formation, why did they dare to come out?

Just because the Taoist riding the white-haired divine tiger in front of Wen Zhong is not Zhao Gongming, so who is he!

This is really, whoever you want...

This personal disciple of Master Tongtian just arrived last night, and he directly joined the Ten Absolute Formation to take Lord Wutian back to the island.

Qin Wan and the others wanted revenge, so how could they leave? Seeing Zhao Gongming, everyone's faces were sad, and the Holy Mother of Golden Light couldn't help crying, and only talked about Yang Jian and the Twelve Golden Immortals breaking the formation one by one.

The five heavenly monarchs died without a complete body, and all of them were killed by Yang Jian and the Twelve Golden Immortals. Zhao Gongming, no matter how good his temper was, there was also anger burning in his heart.

However, when Zhao Gongming heard Yang Jian's name, he felt a little hesitant in his heart.

The grace of survival in the past was caught between the two religions, which made him quite uncomfortable.

Qin Wan yelled angrily: "Senior brother Zhao! You have to decide for us!"

Zhao Gongming was a little upset, nodded slightly, went to the camp to meet Wen Zhong, and there was such a battle as Yang Jian had seen.

At this time, what Zhao Gongming thought was still not how to fight, how to kill a few Twelve Golden Immortals to avenge the five juniors.

What he was thinking about was how to make the Twelve Golden Immortals apologize, retreat voluntarily, take care of themselves, and take the remaining Five Heavenly Lords back to Jinao Island...

As soon as Zhao Gongming appeared on the stage, the Twelve Golden Immortals flew out of the camp immediately. Daoist Taiyi had already planned to do something, but was persuaded by Chi Jingzi.

The Twelve Golden Immortals didn't speak, and Zhao Gongming didn't make a sound either, as if they were waiting for the rightful lord to appear on the stage.

From a distance, Zhao Gongming saw soldiers and horses surging in Zhou's camp. Yang Jian stood on the bronze chariot and led ten thousand riders out of the camp.

Guang Chengzi smiled and said: "Nephew Yang Jian, Jiejiao has come to help, if his words contradict, just call us to do it."

Most of the Twelve Golden Immortals nodded, but only Daoist Yuding stood with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Yang Jian turned around and made a bow to the immortals, and then went straight to the front of the Shang army.

A mile away, Zhou Jun Wanqi opened up his formation, his murderous aura concentrated.

This place is not too far away from the remaining five formations of the Ten Absolute Formation. Although Qin Wan and others left the formation, the five formations did not dissipate and were still accumulating evil spirits.

Zhao Gongming was hesitating how to speak, Yang Jian sneered: "Who is coming?"

Zhao Gongming was taken aback for a moment, and then understood what Yang Jian meant.

On the battlefield, if the division is hostile, the previous situation should be ignored.

"Luofu Cave, Mount Emei, Zhao Gongming," Zhao Gongming replied in a deep voice, "I'm poor on Jin'ao Island. I heard that you explained the teachings and used the power of conferring gods. Twelve golden immortals came out to bully my monks! Is there such a thing?"

Yang Jian said coldly: "Your Excellency's words are confusing right and wrong. The Ten Absolute Formation is still behind Your Excellency. It is obvious that the Ten Heavenly Kings do not know the number of days, but they try to use such an extermination formation to kill tens of thousands of people in the Western Zhou Dynasty! This matter is critical, so I invited the head of the sect to break these evil formations! It is really puzzling that these monks have such evil spirits.

Qin Wan scolded angrily: "Yang Jian! Let your tongue be as good as you are! Brother Zhao is here today, and I will definitely let you pay with blood!"

Zhao Gongming glared at Qin Wan, who didn't realize that he was determined to drag Zhao Gongming into the water to avenge his five dead friends.

"Oh," Yang Jian jumped down from the chariot, holding a three-pointed double-edged gun in his hand, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he locked on Zhao Gongming.

"Since that's the case, why bother to say more? One battle is it!"

"Wait!"

Zhao Gongming finally opened his mouth, rode on the white tiger, and said in a low voice: "Nephew Yang Jian, you and I should find a secluded place and have a good talk."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, then shook his head lightly, "I respect you, senior, you and I have met many times before, but since you are standing opposite me today, you are my enemy, so there is no need to talk about it."

"Three teachings are one family, and Kunlun knots cares!"

Zhao Gongming sighed: "The catastrophe is just a catastrophe, and there are other ways to deal with it. I, a Taoist cultivator, cultivate my body, cultivate my character, and use magical powers. Isn't it all for avoiding disasters? Why is it that the way I practice and the method I study today are so brave and ruthless!"

Yang Jian was silent, Qin Wan showed embarrassment, but Wen Zhong thought for a while.

No matter how you look at it, Zhao Gongming didn't seem to come here to avenge the killing of the enemy, but he actually talked about such a truth before the battle.

The three-pointed and two-edged spear was raised horizontally, and Yang Jian's voice was a little indifferent, "What you said is just a child's play to me. What I practice is fighting skills, and my purpose is to fight and kill the enemy!"

"Nephew Yang Jian, why do you have to press so hard?" Zhao Gongming said again, "Today I am here to rescue them and leave. The matter of conferring the gods is strange and difficult to understand, let's worry about his future fate!"

"Since you came to save people, why did you go out in person?"

"This..." Zhao Gongming hesitated for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Chanjiao killed five of my juniors, so I have to give an explanation."

Yang Jian was laughed at by him, isn't this still a fight?

Zhao Gongming immediately said: "Today, nephew, you have to make an apology or two. After the consecration of the gods is over, come to Jin'ao Island to ask for a crime. If it's all done, I will teach you how to face it. This matter can be exposed."

Qin Wan anxiously said: "Then my five immortal friends will die in vain!"

"They are not really Daoyun, but have entered the list of gods," Zhao Gongming persuaded earnestly, "Are you going to fight with Chanjiao here today? How much damage will be done to the disciples of the sect? The master has ordered that my disciples should not go out of the mountain, but you don't remember it at all?"

Qin Wan was speechless, with grief and anger in his eyes, "I will definitely not leave today, within the Heaven's Absolute Formation! I want to share life and death with them!"

"You! I'm so angry!"

Yang Jian looked at Zhao Gongming, who was a bit annoyed by Qin Wan, and suddenly felt that among the three religions, there was such a 'simple' sage who taught him personally, it was really rare.

The Great Desolation came from ancient times, for treasures, opportunities, and practice. Which monk didn't have blood on his hands?

"Forget it," Zhao Gongming said to Qin Wan, "how about I ask them to teach the Twelve Golden Immortals and apologize for you?"

Qin Wan closed his eyes and was speechless, obviously he didn't want to talk to Zhao Gongming anymore.

Zhao Gongming was sitting on top of the white tiger. This white tiger was a fairy beast he caught on the road, adding a bit of power to himself.

Originally, Zhao Gongming thought very simply, talk about the friendship between the three religions, and today's calamity can be resolved by itself.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian's side was full of murderous aura, Qin Wan and others were surrounded by evil spirits, and even the golden light Holy Mother, who was as warm as water before, now had hatred and anger in her eyes.

A catastrophe, indeed a catastrophe.

Zhao Gongming raised his head and sighed, "Forget it, I don't care about this matter, you can do what you want."

After saying that, Zhao Gongming turned around on the white tiger and was about to leave. Qin Wan had sent a message to the other four Heavenly Monarchs, and was about to return to their respective formations immediately, and continue to think about how to kill Yang Jian.

Stop Zhao Gongming?

Yang Jian hesitated and didn't say anything, but felt that Zhao Gongming was...too weak-tempered, not as decisive and ruthless as the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

At this moment, a low shout came from Zhou Jun's barracks:

"Why do all the sects order Jiejiao Zhao Gongming to leave so calmly!"

The lamp suddenly made a sound.