The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the Tianjue formation, ten black shadows lined up in the profound formation, and the evil energy condensed into ten divine weapons.

Take a closer look, aren't these ten black shadows the ten heavenly kings who died one by one in the previous battle? Although the primordial spirit entered the list of gods, but the power of the primordial spirit of the Great Luo Realm rushed into the Tianjue formation accompanied by evil spirits, and was refined by Qin Wan into nine fierce soldiers!

Zhao Jiang, Dong Quan, Yuan Jiao, Our Lady of Golden Light, Sun Liang, Bai Li, Yao Bin, Wang Bian, Zhang Shao, and Jiu Tianjun lined up in the Nine Palaces, and Qin Wan stood in the formation, as if he was in control of the overall situation.

A wave of evil spirit poured into the ten black shadows, and there were bursts of roaring sounds from the Tianjue formation, and ten hideous and terrifying wild beasts condensed in the evil spirit, surrounded the formation, and approached slowly.

"Uncle, you take a step first."

Beside the altar that was originally empty, the evil spirit became more and more intense. It was quite difficult for Master Taiyi to resist the evil spirit, and he didn't have much spare energy to support Yang Jian.

Master Taiyi nodded slowly, not in the slightest bit unhappy, before the ten ferocious beasts encircled him, he quickly retreated along the entrance of the formation.

"Yang Jian! I'm going to kill you! I want this evil spirit to swallow up the land of the Zhou Kingdom! Desecrate you to teach the Twelve Golden Immortals who deceive the world! Hahahaha!"

Qin Wan's rough voice was full of hatred, and he was desperate to drag Yang Jian to die together.

Their ten immortal friends died tragically here today, all thanks to Yang Jian.

As far as Chanjiao is concerned, Yang Jian is a rare disciple with high talent and strong fighting power, and now he has the appearance of being the pillar of Chanjiao in the future.

But in the eyes of most Jiejiao immortals, Yang Jian may just have better luck. He is ruthless in killing and cutting, does not cultivate Taoism, and is unlucky for Taoism.

Yang Jian stood still, and before Qin Wan could make a move, he could restore as many Xuangangs as he could, and he could raise as much Xuanqi as he could.

Looking at this battle, it must be another fierce battle. For Yang Jian, he gradually got used to this situation.

The Twelve Golden Immortals didn't want to concentrate on watching the show, in fact, except for Yuding Daoist and Guang Chengzi, few people could resist the evil spirit, rushing in would just add to the chaos.

As for these two, the former wanted to sharpen his disciples, while the latter had similar thoughts, wanting to see where Yang Jian's limit was at this time.

During the battle, Qin Wan suddenly slowed down his speech.

"Yang Jian, do you regret not saying a word?" Qin Wan's voice was full of sarcasm, "You can run away, are you still caring about the people of Zhou Kingdom? Without them, you would lose that ridiculous fate?"

Yang Jian opened his eyes, the deepest part of his eyes was unmoved, calm as usual.

"If I don't kill you, won't you kill me?"

Opening his mouth to ask a question, Qin Wan was taken aback by the ferocious black shadow that turned into him.

"There is no righteousness in the prehistoric war, what you want is for yourself, everyone is the same kind of person," Yang Jian pulled a spear, and finally there was a wave in his eyes.

It is the will to fight, the desire to have a good fight.

"The same kind of person... am I the same kind of person as you?" Qin Wan seemed to be in some confusion. Yang Jian was about to take the opportunity to make trouble when Qin Wan suddenly yelled.

"I'm not the same kind of person as you! I'm Jiejiao Qin Wan! You're Chanjiao Yang Jian! Yang Jian!"

Amidst the sound of the explosion, ten fierce beasts that had been hundreds of meters tall smashed directly at Yang Jian, the remnant soul of the Ten Heavenly Lord flew into the air, and black and purple thunderbolts slashed down at Yang Jian!

Yang Jian inhaled sharply, gripped the spear tightly, bent his legs, and jumped with all his might!

Its body is like a lonely shadow, its power is like a balance!

Thunder added to his body, ferocious beasts slammed into his face, the three-pointed two-edged gun trembled lightly, starlight shone around Yang Jian, and a majestic force surged all over his body!

In the Tianjue formation, there seemed to be five gold stars rising, and the scorching flames swept in all directions!

In the sky above Zhou Jun, the Twelve Golden Immortals watched silently; at the Nantian Gate, countless soldiers from the celestial realm guarded the cloud mirror opened by Taibai Jinxing; in the Dragon Palace, a few dragon girls gathered behind the sister-in-law who was returning to the palace to visit relatives, looking at the picture in the water mirror for a while.

The final battle of the Ten Absolute Arrays has begun!

At the border of Nanzhou, a swift stream of light stopped. Zhao Gongming's complexion changed suddenly, and he stared at the sky in the west.

"Qin Wan..."

"Why did it come to this!" Zhao Gongming raised his head and sighed, a little pain flashed in the depths of his eyes, "Why did my Taoist sect come to this point!"

After saying that, Zhao Gongming directly ignored the loss of mana and used escape methods one after another, rushing to Xiqi.

The sound of thunder, the sound of shouting and cursing, the roar of ferocious beasts, the collision of weapons...

All kinds of sounds became more intense, and the golden ball of light in the billowing evil spirit became more and more shining, and the evil spirit seemed to be gradually unable to stop the streams of light.

Daoist Taiyi and Daoxing Tianzun were standing outside the gate of the formation, and at this moment they could most feel the horror of the evil spirit in the Tianjue formation.

"Nephew Yang Jian..." Daoxing Tianzun's voice was full of worry.

"His master is here, don't worry."

Having said that, there is still a little depression in Taiyi's eyes.

It's time to get some spiritual treasures that can resist the evil spirit, otherwise I will really lose my position as an uncle.

"Nephew Yang Jian's reputation in the prehistoric world will probably be higher than that of you and me after today," Daoxing Tianzun said with a chuckle, and Master Taiyi nodded indifferently, as if he had already begun to think about where to deceive him.

Suddenly there was an angry reprimand in the formation, and Yang Jian's voice sounded for the first time after the battle.

"Bastards! In order to gather evil spirits, you, as Taoist immortals, slaughtered the Dongzhou human race!"

"So what! Don't be so hypocritical! Yang Jian, do you think we don't know what you are doing behind the scenes?"

Qin Wan's voice came, but Yang Jian didn't reply.

In the formation, the evil spirit rolled more and more fiercely, and a vortex quickly condensed, as if to swallow the world into it.

Master Taiyi frowned, "What is it?"

Daoxing Tianzun shook his head and said with a smile: "People who are about to die are just slanderous words."

Master Taiyi pinched his fingers and calculated, and shook his head lightly, almost being suspicious by Qin Wan.

Although there are two forces within the Chanjiao, the disciples headed by Guang Chengzi are all pure cultivators, they practice in Yuxu Palace on weekdays and rarely walk outside.

This is directly related to Yuanshi Tianzun always mentioning blessings and allowing disciples to accumulate more merit.

In the formation, three of the ten fierce beasts have collapsed, and four of the afterimages of the Ten Heavenly Lord have also been shattered.

But Yang Jian's Profound Handle and Profound Qi had also been consumed too much, and the offensive had to be put back.

If he had known about today's battle, he would not have been in a hurry to put all the Dinghai Shenzhu into his body. As a result, he couldn't use the sea-covering formation at will, and his combat power was weaker for no reason.

No problem!

Yang Jian had already been aroused to be competitive at this time, staring at Qin Wan, his figure rushed again.

Seventy-two changes into eagles and pendants, three pieces of two-edged broken rivers and mountains!

The huge beast was desperately preventing Yang Jian from rushing forward, while Qin Wan controlled the remaining five remnant souls with the five-element formation, mobilized the power of the heavenly array and the power of evil spirit, and bombarded Yang Jian with purple-black thunder.

Yang Jian's celestial armor was broken again, barely covering his body, and there were countless bruises and swellings on his body.

No matter how powerful the mysterious body is, while resisting the evil spirit, it cannot withstand such an attack for too long...

But let Yang Jian retreat just like that, Yang Jian was extremely unwilling.

The Conferred God has come to this day, he has the strength to be the candidate for the Conferred God, and has the reputation of being invincible, how can he lose to a demon who uses the evil spirit of life today?

It's not that he can't lose face, Yang Jian never cared about his appearance.

What he cares about is whether his thoughts are smooth, whether he has no guilt in his heart, and whether his path of seeking Tao will be hindered by today's retreat!

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So he decided not to retreat!

"ha!"

Yang Jian drank in a low voice, his whole body was trembling with mysterious pearls, and a stream of Xuangang Xuanqi was born, as if injecting him with a booster.

The speed increased sharply again!

Qin Wan's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately activated the formation, the six figures quickly retreated, and the beasts stopped Yang Jian again.

"Get in the way!"

Yang Jian violently swung the three-pointed two-edged gun, feeling ruthless in his heart, and directly cast the magic power regardless of consumption. A huge figure appeared in front of the seven fierce beasts. Before the fierce beasts formed by the evil spirit could react, they had already grabbed hundreds of long three-pointed double-edged guns and rushed over!

Roar!

The golden-haired jiao, who was covered in pitch black, bit Yang Jian's Dharma body with his mouth open, and the knife flashed, as if a galaxy hung between the sky and the earth.

The light of the saber flickered, but the huge dharma body was unspeakably flexible, and three ferocious beasts fell one after another.

But Qin Wan desperately activated the large formation, thunder after thunder fell, and the huge Dharma body simultaneously withstood dozens of times more purple-black thunder than before!

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and stiffened, facing the slender lightning strikes on his body, leaped obliquely, turned around, and chopped a fierce beast vertically.

Three double-edged spears came out, and nailed the familiar Sky-swallowing python into the broken ground. Yang Jian turned over, opened his arms and threw himself at the last Taotie.

Taotie opened his mouth wide, and an inexplicable Dao rhyme suddenly came out of the mouth. Yang Jian didn't notice for a while, this Taotie, which was condensed with evil spirit, had a supernatural power. In a blink of an eye, the dharma body appeared directly in front of Taotie.

Taotie's big mouth snapped at the right shoulder of Yang Jian's dharma body, but this ancient beast known for its gluttony only bit two rows of blood marks!

Yang Jian's face contorted in pain, he opened his hands, and held Taotie's upper and lower jaws with his backhand.

With a roar that shook the mountains and rivers, and the veins in his arms bulged, Yang Jian directly tore the big mouth of the Taotie, and kicked the huge body of the beast away.

"Yang Jian!"

Qin Wan's furious roar came from above, and Yang Jian raised his head in response, only to see countless purple-black thunderbolts condensed from the billowing evil energy rushing towards his eyes!

"Hahaha! Die! Die!"

There was a loud explosion, and the thunder fell like a rain curtain, as if another layer of black cloth was covered in the evil spirit.

Outside the gate, Daoist Taiyi had already frowned, and Daoxing Tianzun had sacrificed his magic weapon.

In the sky above Zhou Jun, Master Yuding opened his eyes again at this time, his face was solemn, and a mysterious Dao rhyme lingered around him.

Master Huang Long couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, not dead," Yu Ding replied in a low voice, with a little coldness in his voice.

In the Tianjue formation, the purple thunder raged for half a stick of incense.

At Qin Wan's feet, the bodies of the five remnant souls were a little weaker. Qin Wan just stopped bombarding and killing, and his body was trembling slightly.

Under the heavenly formation, the earth collapsed for an unknown number of feet.

And in that dark pit, it seems to be buried...

wrong! The breath is still there!

Qin Wan's eyes were full of disbelief, and he looked down, the hatred in his eyes was temporarily replaced by surprise.

"How is it possible, why are you still not dead? Why are you still not dead!"

"There should be a lot of people who want me to die," Yang Jian's voice was a little weak, and he coughed a few times, spitting blood out of his mouth.

In the deep pit, a white shadow slowly appeared, the white was dazzling and painful.

The figure wearing snow-white battle armor and holding the ancient dragon spear slowly flew out of the pit, his long bundled hair was blown continuously by the evil spirit, and there was a bit of anger on his indifferent face.

Divine Armor: Aoxuehan!

"But you can't kill me."

Before the word 'I' fell, the figure guarded by Aoxuehan soared into the sky again, going forward indomitably, with the momentum of lore!