The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the mansion of the god general, Zhao Gongming sang and drank while Yang Jian accompanied him and didn't say much.

He intended to come and see Zhao Gongming. Many things before made Yang Jian admire and regret Zhao Gongming.

However, Zhao Gongming also showed extraordinary tolerance. Having suffered such a catastrophe, he will be subject to the list of gods and serve the Heavenly Court. At this time, he can still chat and laugh with Yang Jian, as if he doesn't care about it.

This kind of heart is really depressing.

"Yang Jian, you will be the pillar of heaven in the future, come, let me toast you, and take care of me in the future!"

"How do you know that I will enter the heavenly court?"

Zhao Gongming said: "You are in charge of the list of gods, which is the first achievement of the gods. How can you not enter the heaven?"

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, "The person who is in charge of the list of gods is not included in the list of gods. I am the Marshal of the Heavenly Court, and now I am only following the order of my ancestors, that's all."

"Don't say anything bad about not being interested in the power of heaven!"

"It's a Vanity Fair there, but I just want to live in a safe place and guard my family." Yang Jian's voice was a little tired, and the many battles in the past few days really made him a little tired.

Zhao Gongming laughed for a while, but didn't say anything sarcastic.

"Almost forgot, you are still the Jade Emperor's nephew, is it because of this that you don't want to be on duty in the Heavenly Court?"

"Maybe," Yang Jian replied noncommittally.

Zhao Gongming asked puzzledly: "Then what are you trying to do in the great catastrophe?"

"What do you think?" Yang Jian asked back angrily, put down the wine glass, got up, and admired the fairy clouds lingering outside the gazebo.

The clouds rise and the waves rise, and the clouds fall and the green mountains grow.

Zhao Gongming sat there thinking carefully, and then Lu suddenly realized.

"Luck is added to your body, and heaven protects you... What you want should be nothing more than these two things, to help you practice unimpeded!"

"Well, time doesn't wait for me," Yang Jian said, "The Great Desolation is too big. If I meet those ancient powers, they can't help but say that they want to kill me. They don't care whether I am old or young in cultivation. Although I have the protection of my master, my master has always protected me, but only when I have strength, can I sleep peacefully in the prehistoric desolation."

"Sleep peacefully... Hey, although what you said is shallow, there is some truth in it."

Zhao Gongming shook his head and chuckled, drinking to himself for a while.

After a while, Zhao Gongming asked: "What do you think about the matter of conferring gods?"

"Cutting down the teaching will be broken, explaining the teaching will be harmful, and the Western teaching will take advantage of the opportunity." Yang Jian glanced at Zhao Gongming, "You can go and question the long-eared Dingguang Immortal in the mansion of the gods, and you must know something."

Zhao Gongming frowned suddenly, "You mean..."

"You can experience it yourself. After all, there are two other saints here," Yang Jian said indifferently. "Now that you are in the list of gods, you don't have to worry about the matter of cutting off the teaching. You can also draw up a list of the immortals who have not committed evil deeds in normal times. Sanxiao's Hunyuan Jindou is now in my hands. If I can't kill them, I won't destroy their Dao foundation."

Zhao Gongming was shocked, and looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes.

After his death, he thought about everything, and he has seen certain things clearly; in the final analysis, the successive losses of the masters of interception are due to his heel and luck.

At the same time, Yuanshi Tianzun and Taiqing Laozi broke the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation of his three righteous sisters, which also brought a great impact to Zhao Gongming...

The two sages joined forces, and their master could not do anything other than restrain the disciples and prevent them from coming to Nanzhou to die.

What's more, the Master Tongtian is the youngest among the three Qings, so he should obey the arrangements of his two elder brothers...

"I was complaining to Master, but now I understand Master's difficulty," Zhao Gongming sighed softly, "It's okay, I expect many disciples will be robbed later, I will write down some honest and honest immortals I know, and you can decide for yourself."

Zhao Gongming paused for a while, then got up and bowed to Yang Jian, "For the sake of the Taoist family, my subordinates... show mercy."

Yang Jian nodded, bowed his hands to return the salute, sat aside and listened to Zhao Gongming's detailed talk about the immortals who could be called famous among the Jiejiao immortals, and from this, he knew a lot of Jiejiao immortals' heels.

After the Yellow River Formation passed, what Yang Jian had to prepare in advance was the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

The Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals can be regarded as the real 'climax' in the catastrophe of Conferring Gods. The saint made a move to play the game, the four swords of Jade Immortals were startled, and almost all the great powers of the Taoist sect showed their faces.

The odds of winning the interception are really slim.

During the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, there were also many casualties among the disciples of Chanjiao, which can be regarded as a battle that severely damaged the vitality of the Taoist sect.

It seems that with Yang Jian's strength, he can't overturn the huge waves in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, but Yang Jian can start planning from now on, and continue to use the Hunyuan Jindou to weaken the strength of the interception, so as to prevent the two religions from fighting, and their vitality will be greatly damaged.

Every time an immortal with profound blessings and long luck enters the list of gods, the luck of the Taoist sect will be reduced by one point, and the luck of the heaven will be strengthened by one point.

It's like a chip, from one plate to another.

After staying in Shenjiang Mansion until midnight, Yang Jian came out quietly, avoiding Qiong Xiao who was going mad.

After all, Yang Jian had some kind of friendship with Qiong Xiao, and Yang Jian didn't know how to face her; before leaving, he asked Bai Jian to take care of Zhao Gongming's brothers and sisters, and Bai Jian naturally respectfully agreed.

After getting out of the Conferred God Stage, it was already midnight, Yang Jian flew straight to Zhou Jun's camp, and called out the generals in the army to discuss matters in the tent.

"Sneak attack on the merchant camp at dawn," Yang Jian said with a little decisiveness, "Directly use Taoism to lead one hundred thousand soldiers to the rear of the merchant army, and attack and kill them at night. The merchant army will capture those who can be captured, and kill those who cannot be captured. Don't leave too many people alive."

The generals felt the cold front in Yang Jian's words, and their scalps were more or less tingly.

Huang Feihu hurriedly said: "If we kill the enemy like this, our army may suffer losses."

"No, later kill the enemy general first, and then charge the camp with a strong army. If troops are placed in all directions, the opponent will be in chaos and be defeated. Use the remnants of the Shang army to destroy the elite of the Shang army, and you will succeed. Don't worry about the weak front. Surround the merchant army and wipe them out in one battle. Nezha, Huang Tianhua, Jinzha, Muzha, and Lei Zhenzi obey orders!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, and the five juniors immediately lowered their heads.

"The end is here!"

"Each of you leads 30,000 soldiers and horses to strangle the enemy! Remember, if you encounter a strong enemy, you can use Taoism, and don't use Taoism or magic weapons to directly kill mortal soldiers!"

"The order of the last general!"

"King Wucheng leads the Chinese army, and I will personally lead the troops to intercept the merchant army's retreat!" Yang Jian's face was expressionless, and a little coldness appeared in his eyes, "today's battle, not only must we win, but also let the merchant army have no soldiers to defend the pass!"

Huang Feihu hesitated to speak, but Yang Jian's words were so strong that he couldn't refute.

In the previous battles, it was fine to repel the merchant army; but this time, Yang Jian wanted to let these merchant soldiers and horses be buried with Wen Zhong, and the signal sent out was extremely strong.

Zhou Jun, maybe he will go east in a few days!

There were figures running around the barracks, but they were all silent.

The six friends of Meishan were all called by Yang Jian, and they brought hundreds of immortal soldiers, and later used immortal techniques to fill up the obstacles between the two camps.

Normally speaking, the changes in the Zhou army cannot be concealed from the eyes of Wen Zhong, the commander of the Shang army.

But when the Zhou army began to slowly encircle the Shang army's camp, and many immortal soldiers moved a hundred thousand troops to the Zhou army's camp, Wen Zhong didn't even notice...

Wen Zhong... fell asleep.

Indeed, he had fallen asleep, and Grand Master Wen, who had been in constant panic all day long, relaxed his mind and fell asleep in the tent after Zhou Jun put on a stance of fighting to the death tomorrow.

Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness has been staring at Wen Zhong, and found that the old grand master seems to be many years old, with gray hair and a haggard face, frowning and sighing from time to time in his sleep...

At dawn, Yang Jian stood on a mountain top, and the valley below was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the only way to go east. There were 100,000 troops who had set up pocket formations, waiting for the remnants of the merchant army to come.

The eastern sky turned white, and the first killing cry suddenly sounded between the sky and the earth.

The turbulent killing spirit rushed straight into the sky, and the blood energy of millions of mortals charged, shaking Xiaohan.

When the merchant army was most relaxed, the Zhou army suddenly robbed the camp!

More than a dozen fierce generals brought soldiers and horses from all directions and rushed into the camp of the merchant army, and the merchant army was in chaos when they were puzzled...

The ravine they dug so hard yesterday didn't seem to have any effect at all, and the guard posts arranged within ten miles nearby had already turned into cold corpses.

Hearing the killing cry, Wen Zhong suddenly turned over and started up, his consciousness swept around, and his expression changed drastically.

"Teacher! Zhou's army attacked the camp!"

Wen Zhong shouted: "Prepare for battle! Don't panic!"

"Grand Master! The enemy army is approaching fiercely, and the left and right rear battalions have been broken!"

"Report—the Chinese army has been destroyed!"

"Report——General Xin Huan missed, and was killed by the enemy general Nezha and Lei Zhenzi..."

"Xin Huan! It really hurts me too!" Wen Zhong's face turned pale immediately, he stood there trembling for a while, and then stamped his feet, "Order all the troops to break through!"

At this time, half of the soldiers and horses can survive, and the soldiers of the five levels will not be too empty...

"Grand Master, let's go on the unicorn, I'll cover up for Grand Master!"

"No, I'm the commander-in-chief of the army!" Wen Zhong rushed out of the camp and stepped onto Mo Qilin disheveled, "Bring my flag! All the troops will rush east with me!"

"Here!"

There were also a few elite troops in the merchant army. Under Wen Zhong's order, soldiers and horses from all over the place moved after hearing the wind, chasing Wen Zhong's flag and breaking out to the east.

On the east side, Jin Zha Mu Zha led a surprise attack. Seeing Wen Zhong coming, they only fought for a few rounds, forced to keep the small half of the soldiers who followed Wen Zhong, and let Wen Zhong and more than 100,000 elite merchants go east.

"This is Wen Zhong," Jin Zha sneered, "I was really plotted to death by the elder brother, and I don't know why I died."

Mu Zha smiled disapprovingly, "It's not easy to be able to do what Wen Zhong is like, at least if I were to be the grand master of the Shang Dynasty, I'm afraid that Chaoge City has been breached by the elder brother now."

Jin Zha's eyes were a little deep, and he didn't answer.

"Later, it's time to write a letter asking father to lead the army to help."

"Brother, you can decide."

"I'll ask Nezha later," Jin Zha looked at the burning merchant camp, pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, "Let's go, you and I will lead the army to make some meritorious deeds!"

These two soldiers and horses turned back and entered the merchant army, accelerating the defeat of the merchant army.

Wen Zhong escaped a hundred miles away, turned his head and looked back, and saw that the sky in the west was ablaze, and the ghosts of hundreds of thousands of soldiers were soaring into the sky. He couldn't help but burst into tears, leaving only a long sigh.

The place where he led the army happened to be where Yang Jian was stationed.