The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

At this time, the top and bottom of the merchant army camp was gloomy and gloomy. Although the soldiers didn't know what happened in front of them, they could see the result clearly.

The immortal representing their merchant army seemed to end in a disastrous defeat.

The sky-shattering cheers and shouts from a hundred miles away are proof.

The chief tent of the Chinese army, Wen Zhong seemed to have suddenly lost a lot of weight, with sunken eyes, sitting on the main seat, and did not move for a long time.

Since he went to Jinao Island, he got the help of "Brother Shen Dao", and the majestic King of the Ten Heavens set up a magnificent formation, until now... Really...

Using twists and turns to describe Wen Zhong's state of mind is really apt.

First, the Ten Heavenly Lords and the Ten Absolute Arrays slaughtered the Quartet, and dozens of days later, the Twelve Golden Immortals came hand in hand, and Wen Zhong was shocked into a cold sweat.

But after the Twelve Golden Immortals came, they couldn't break the formation, Wen Zhong was overjoyed; but before he was happy here for too long, Yang Jian stepped forward, cooperated with everyone to explain and teach, and broke through five formations in a row!

Wen Zhong was almost desperate at that time, he only felt that Yang Jian was too unreasonable, he was clearly a disciple of the third generation, but he was so strong.

But Zhao Gongming's sudden arrival caused waves in Wen Zhong's heart; it's just that Zhao Gongming also seemed to be playing tricks on him intentionally, and at first he was just talking about it, which made Wen Zhong a little at a loss.

Fortunately, Zhao Gongming showed his supernatural power and fought against the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the Dinghai Shenzhu was unstoppable...

Just when Wen Zhong felt that this battle was victorious, Yang Jian stepped forward again and beat Zhao Gongming away...

So far, this matter has been turned off for countless times, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and the peaks are turning, but they have been hit by a blow and taken a turn for the worse.

When Sanxiao appeared on the stage, Wen Zhong, who had felt numb at first, saw hope again; but within half a day of this hope, the two sage masters, Chanjiao and Renjiao, actually came in person and crushed this hope mercilessly!

There is only one thing Wen Zhong is thinking about at the moment.

"Could it be that Da Shang is no longer able to keep..."

Don't use 'Could it be', Wen Zhong has already seen clearly at this time, feeling sad for a while.

Of the eight disciples of the Jiejiao, four of them were lost in this battle, but the sage of the Jiejiao did not show up. Instead, he issued a strict order not to enter Nanzhou.

The despair in Wen Zhong's heart has overshadowed the clarity of Dao's heart at this moment.

"Teacher!"

A general rushed over from outside the tent, "Zhou's army is marching towards our army!"

"Send down the order, the whole army is on alert, repair trenches extensively, and hang up the exemption card."

"yes!"

The general left in a hurry, while Wen Zhong sat there, still in a daze.

What should he do? What else can be done?

He didn't expect it, and he didn't have a clue at all; among the three generations of disciples who explained the teaching, there was a master who could ask for help, but he himself was still unable to deliver the Jade Talisman of Communication to his master, the Holy Mother of Jinling.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that," Wen Zhong sighed softly, as if he had found some motivation again, he stood up and walked outside the camp.

The veteran buried his bones wholeheartedly, and wanted to stop Zhou Jun for another ten years.

"Yang Jian……"

When Wen Zhong uttered this name again, the turmoil in his heart was hard to calm down for a long time.

"Perhaps we were not considered rivals from the very beginning. If you wanted to kill me, I would have already entered the list of gods."

Wen Zhong muttered to himself, his heart gradually became peaceful, like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Zhou Ying, the army has advanced ten miles, Yang Jian sent King Wu and all civil and military officials back to the city at the gate of the camp.

"Let the king take a trip for nothing."

"It should be, the Patriarch of the Sanqing came here in person to protect my foundation of the Zhou Kingdom. Gu Mo said that waiting by the side, even if it is to deliver water to Qianqian tea, that is also a blessing."

Ji Fa had a little regret on his face, obviously he knew the status of the saint in the Taoist sect, but it was a pity that he didn't have the chance to see it.

"Gu has ordered people to build Miao Temples in various parts of the Zhou Kingdom, offering incense to the two saints in charge."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Yang Jian bowed to thank him, and Ji Fa hurriedly supported him.

This pair of monarchs and ministers, who are not like monarchs and ministers, said a few more words about the battle between the armies. Yang Jian said that Wen Zhong would be defeated tomorrow, and Ji Fa was overjoyed.

After sending Ji Fa and Baiguan to leave, Yang Jian was not idle, and called many generals in the general to arrange the next plan.

Zhou Jun will advance eighty miles today and confront the commercial camp every twenty miles. After the camp is set up, wait for Yang Jian's next order.

After watching the battle for so long, Huang Feihu and the others felt a sense of awe towards Yang Jian. Originally, after Yang Jian gave orders, they would give some advice, but now they were just listening.

After dismissing these generals, Yang Jian took out Hunyuan Jindou to play with.

Such spiritual treasures can be as big or small as you like, and Yang Jian can display a little power of Hunyuan Jindou after a simple sacrifice and training.

Later, he will also find a trustworthy general to be in charge of the Hunyuan Jindou. After all, he cultivates the flesh body, and the power of the Yuanshen is not too strong, so he cannot exert the power of the Hunyuan Jindou to the extreme.

Hunyuan Qi, the meaning of Dao.

If it can be named with the word Hunyuan, then it is really an extremely powerful treasure; it is a pity that Hunyuan Jindou is only a top-notch innate spiritual treasure, not an innate treasure.

Yang Jian experienced it carefully, and gradually figured out the fur of this treasure...

Guang Chengzi and the others were not the three flowers cut off by the Jiuqu Yellow River formation and the five qi scattered, but the Hunyuan Jindouhua controlled by Yunxiao and lost his magical powers.

There seemed to be a few primordial auras hidden in this golden bucket, and the Dao rhyme mixed with these auras was quite complicated, which was different from any Dao that Yang Jian knew.

If you really want to understand the secret of Hunyuan Jindou, you probably won't be able to do it without tens of thousands of years of comprehension; but what Yang Jian wants is just the ability of a Hunyuan Jindouhua monk's cultivation base, and he doesn't need to think about it thoroughly.

Knowing how to use is enough.

This battle, judging from the results of the battle, really gained a lot...

Just as Yang Jian was about to sigh with emotion, a jade light flashed, and a small jade talisman appeared in front of Yang Jian, and the voice of the real Yuding came from within.

"There is one thing I forgot to tell you. This treasure is borrowed from you, and you should keep it safe. The teacher has an order, and you will return it when Yunxiao escapes from Qilin Cliff."

After the words fell, without waiting for Yang Jian to say something, the jade talisman turned into light spots and dissipated...

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, feeling that he was just happy for nothing, and such a treasure still had to be returned.

Why do you have to pay it yourself?

Yang Jian thought for a while, how could he figure out the mind of the saint? Don't think too much at the moment, close your eyes and rest your mind, and restore your cultivation.

At sunset, Yang Jian had recovered a lot, got up and left the barracks.

With a sweep of consciousness, the Zhou army and the Shang army set up camp twenty miles apart. The ravines between the two armies seemed to be in a defensive posture.

With a chuckle, Yang Jian didn't go immediately, but flew towards Qishan instead.

The Conferred God Terrace on the top of Qishan Mountain was covered by the golden light array at this time; Yang Jian carefully felt that this large array was actually arranged by the Conferred Gods List, with the Conferred Gods List as the eye of the formation, linking many principles between heaven and earth, making this place a monolith.

This day's book, could it be that it has become a master...

"Second Master," a golden-armored god general stepped out of the formation, leaning on a long halberd and knelt down on one knee in front of him, his face full of gratitude.

At this time, Bai Jian also seemed to have the breath of a golden immortal that surpassed Da Luo. Although he was only in the body of the primordial spirit, his whole body was shining with golden light at this time, and there was no hidden worry.

Yang Jian waved him up and said with a smile: "There is no need to be formal, I am here to inquire about something. Are those primordial spirits who have been included in the list of gods still awake? Can I talk to them?"

Bai Jian laughed and said, "Second Master can tell just by looking inside."

Yang Jian's face was a little strange, he followed Bai Jian into the formation, a golden light fell on him, everything here seemed to be under his control.

The Conferred God List recognizes him.

After entering the formation, Yang Jian was stunned before his eyes.

The golden light flickered slightly, Yang Jian's mind flickered, and he was in front of the gate of a fairy mansion, surrounded by immortal energy. There was a shining golden plaque on the gate of the mansion, with three large characters written on it!

"God General's Mansion?"

Yang Jian murmured, Bai Jian had already opened the door respectfully and led Yang Jian in.

Inside the gate, there were a lot of figures. As soon as they saw Yang Jian, these figures were about to rush up, but they were suppressed by Bai Jian with golden light, and they were sealed on the spot one by one.

Shi Tianjun, Chang Er Ding Guangxian, Zhao Gongming, Bi Xiao, Qiong Xiao... and Xue Ehu, Han Dulong and several others who are teaching disciples...

Wait, wait, but all the immortals who entered the list of gods one after another are all here.

Bai Jian said in a low voice: "In addition to the mansion of the generals, there is also the mansion of the generals behind, which is where some mortals return after they enter the list of gods."

Yang Jian nodded and smiled suddenly, stepped forward, walked up to Zhao Gongming, and raised his hand to disperse the golden light around Zhao Gongming.

With a thought in my heart, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. Zhao Gongming and Yang Jian appeared in a pavilion surrounded by mountains...

fantasy?

For Yuanshen, it is an extremely real illusion.

"How do you feel?" Yang Jian asked softly, and with a wave of his hand, stone tables and benches appeared in the gazebo, with fine wine and wine.

"I didn't expect to be able to live after death," Zhao Gongming sighed softly, "That's the fate, that's all, that's all."

"Dinghai Shenzhu is here with me," Yang Jian said the question first, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to return it to you. If you mind, you and I will not see each other forever. If you don't mind, you and I can drink and have fun in the future, and meet each other."

"A mere spiritual treasure, a thing outside of the body!"

Zhao Gongming waved his hand, raised his head and laughed, but there was a bit of desolation in the laughter.

He sat down straight, "Come on, come on, I couldn't beat you in fighting skills before, but now I really want to regain some face in fighting wine!"

"Afraid you won't make it?" Yang Jian waved his arms and rolled up his sleeves, there were more dishes beside the wine, the two of them didn't speak, and drank with a dull head.

Zhao Gongming took a breath, and suddenly his eye circles turned red.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Don't let me see you look down and cry like this."

"You're dead, why don't you make people cry twice? You are really domineering!" Zhao Gongming cursed back, "Three of my sisters were implicated. It's useless for me to be the elder brother!"

Yang Jian didn't say much, just raised his head to drink.

"You and I each had our own standpoints before, and I have no resentment towards you," Zhao Gongming exhaled, "I just feel that it's too aggrieved."

"Have a drink, it won't be too late to talk about these things after conferring the gods."

"That's right, I'm a bit of a mother-in-law again, drink and toast you!"

Zhao Gongming toasted, and Yang Jian bumped into him. The two raised their heads to drink, looked at each other, and couldn't help chuckling.

At this time, there is no need to divide and explain, it is only immortal.