The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The Yaozu came to see off the relatives? What kind of tricks are these guys who have just stopped for a few years doing?

Yang Jian looked at the situation in the big red sedan with his spiritual sense, but was blocked by a cloud of mist; then, with a little thought in his eyes, Yang Jian walked towards the gate.

"Eldest brother, shall I go and explore for you first?" Nezha muttered in a low voice, and Yang Jian nodded, motioning him to take a step ahead.

Hundreds of Yaozu women stood outside the camp, which made the Zhou army a little excited; after all, in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, these women are all charming, and they belong to the kind of beauties who will not lose ten years of life even if they marry back home.

But for monks with a little practice, all they see are fox demons and flower spirits, and they have no interest.

When Nezha ran out, Yang Jian remembered something...

Didn't he order Nezha to sit in the east? Why did this guy appear in the Chinese army camp so naturally.

"Nezha, come back to me first."

I was called by my name directly!

Nezha shrank his head, turned his head and smiled, "Could it be that senior brother has a thin face?"

"The truth ordered you to garrison the border, why are you here! The lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the frontier are nothing to you!"

Yang Jian's eyes were like lightning, and Nezha was a little at a loss.

"I just came back by chance to report something to senior brother..." Nezha's heart turned sharply, and he smiled apologetically. Before Yang Jian called him, he turned around and ran, stepping on the hot wheel and rushing towards the east.

"snort!"

Yang Jian swept his sleeves, although he looked quite majestic on the surface, he laughed lightly in his heart.

This guy, after so many fierce battles, still has such a constant playful mood, which is really enviable.

In other words, is it true that the Lotus Treasure Body...is similar to the Sunflower Collection?

Yang Jian couldn't help but have a few more black lines on his forehead, what the heck!

Dao Xin couldn't be more peaceful these days, and these weird thoughts always came up!

Meaningless.

But after thinking about it, if Master Taiyi's temperament is based on his usual temperament, maybe in order to let Nezha concentrate on cultivating the Tao, he really made a "little bit" less of the lotus body...

Don't think about it, don't think about it, after all, he is his junior brother, or the closest junior brother.

Yang Jian was still a little curious in his heart, and decided to "unintentionally" take a look at Nezha next time. If Nezha really had a "need" in this regard, he would help him anyway as a senior.

With such determination, Yang Jian had already reached the gate, and all the soldiers surrounding here quickly retreated.

From a little distance, you can feel the oppressive atmosphere at the gate; when you get closer, the oppressive atmosphere becomes more obvious.

It was the six friends of Meishan who were called by Yang Jian when they broke the news of Zhong's army last time, and they were leading hundreds of immortal soldiers, staring at the demon clan in front of them.

The grievances between the Meishan clan and the Yao clan cannot be resolved with just a few words.

Yang Jian said: "Everyone, don't worry, wait until I ask them a word or two before making a decision."

The six Meishan friends bowed their heads and cupped their hands at the same time, saying in unison: "It's all up to the second master!"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, stepped out of the camp, glanced away, and said coldly: "I think I can't get away to go to the north to eliminate demons recently, have you come here to die?"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian's body was filled with icy killing intent.

This is the aura condensed in the previous Ten Jue Formation, it is Yang Jian's killing intent from fighting with the strong these days, his eyes swept away, showing oppression.

Hundreds of female benefactors paled at the same time, as if Yang Jian had put a sword on their necks, and those with weaker cultivation had already started to tremble. It was the leaders of the big Luo Jinyao next to the red girl, and the thought of turning around and running away continued to arise in the bottom of my heart.

Fortunately, a figure descended from the sky, landed behind all the monsters, and bowed to Yang Jianyao.

"True Lord Erlang invites you. Today we are not here for provocation, but for the grand event that the two races of humans and monsters will join forces in the future to seek peace."

Sue?

Yang Jian's eyes didn't fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh.

The ancestor of the Yaozu who fell suddenly, he has a little impression...

Back then, at the critical moment of his retreat, he leaked the news for some reason, causing the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Great Immortal Wuyun to come to obstruct him at the same time, triggering a fierce battle.

If Yang Jian hadn't sucked Fengshan's feathers at the critical moment, even if he could live at this time, he would still be dissatisfied with the eighty-one mysterious beads, and it would be difficult to reach the peak of the eighty-nine mysterious skills.

Fortunately, Yang Jian survived and made the nine beads of the spine perfect with the Nirvana technique.

In addition to the Immortal Jiejiao, two quasi-sages from the Monster Race also showed up that day, as well as several suspected masters of the Western Cult.

Fortunately, Xinke desperately protected each other, and Lu Chunyang and Bai Ze helped her resist for a while...

"There is no need to seek peace, if you want to fight, do it."

Yang Jian said something in a cold voice, took a step forward, and the Taoist robe on his body kept fluttering.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in front of him. It was Yang Jianxuan's blood rushing forward, which disturbed the boundless vitality.

All the monster women were in a mess, the middle-aged scribe and the mustache ancestor raised his brows, grabbed a jade seal, and protected all the monsters in a light film.

The old ancestor of the monster clan said loudly: "I am here today because of the order of the saint empress, and I want to make the clan and the monster clan reconcile!"

Nu Wa's life?

Yang Jian's footsteps settled down, his momentum was put away, and his eyes finally showed a little solemnity.

The Empress Nuwa is still protecting the Yaozu, and Yang Jian knew about it before; but Nuwa's protection of the Yaozu is only to prevent the Yaozu from becoming extinct.

For those demon clans who are still killing mortals despite their karma, even if they have reached the quasi-sage level, they can rank among the monster clans, and Nuwa Empress never asks whether she is dead or alive.

Today, the quasi-sage of the monster race said that there is no vision in the world, obviously it is not a fabricated sage's words, this should be true.

Yang Jian still had hesitation in his heart, and deliberately called out Nuwa's name, and the person in Wa's palace would naturally feel it.

Yang Jian said: "How could Empress Nuwa make such a decree? Could it be that you are here to confuse people with your evil words!"

"Zhenjun Erlang really worries a lot. Fortunately, I have considered these too." The middle-aged Yaozu nodded with a smile, took out a red string from his sleeve, and said to Yang Jian, "This red string was pulled out by the empress herself from the innate treasure red hydrangea.

Yang Jian looked intently, feeling more suspicious in his heart.

The little dao rhymes lingering on the red rope are indeed innate treasures and magic tools of saints. It is a state that is difficult for quasi-sages to reach.

Is it really what Nu Wa meant?

Let the monster race and the human race reconcile? I also used a red string drawn from a red hydrangea...

This is to let him Yang Jian be accused by thousands of people in the human race.

"The monster clan slaughtered the human race in ancient times, and now the human race is booming. Because of the Holy Mother and Nuwa, they have not killed all the monster race. But many monster races still take pleasure in eating people, and attract mortals to talk about monsters. At this time, it is a bit ironic to talk about rebuilding for good..."

Yang Jian actually wanted to ask a question, when did the monster race and the human race get along as friends?

Nuwa created the human race, and the monster race feeds on humans, but Nuwa did not stop it...

Yang Jian secretly sighed in his heart, although Saint Nuwa is the saint who created the human race, she was born in the demon race after all.

"Zhenjun Erlang really underestimated himself," said the scribe-like patriarch of the demon race. "At this time, the real monarch has a great reputation in the immortal and mortal realms, his mysterious skills are amazing, and he is also the marshal personally appointed by the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court. If the real monarch can tie the knot with someone who is equally important in my demon clan, why can't he set an example for the people and demons of the three realms? Presumably in this way, the demons and humans will be able to reverse the current situation of incompatibility. The two clans will join hands to defend the flood."

What he said was really justified, but Yang Jian was too lazy to say anything, so he said directly:

"I think it would be more peaceful if there were no monster races in the wilderness."

As soon as this remark came out, the group of monsters suddenly turned pale with shock, and the quasi-sage of the monster clan also changed his face drastically, staring at Yang Jian, unable to say a word.

Between the heaven and the earth, a coercion that seemed to exist without warning appeared and fell on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian felt something in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw that the originally calm day had turned into waves.

The saint is warning him.

Yang Jian sighed secretly in his heart, and suddenly understood one thing - why the master said that the saint Nu Wa wanted to take Xiao Chan'er as his apprentice, the two had no direct connection at all, and they had never met.

Little Chan'er's talent and blessings are not too strong, how could she be so easily favored by a sage?

This is just a deal between Nuwa and him.

Ever since he borrowed the twenty-fourth-grade lotus platform back then, he has been calculating all this, making him feel that he owes Nuwa a great favor, and then, on the condition that he accepts Yang Xiaochan as his apprentice, Yang Jian nods and agrees to marry the Yaozu girl today.

In terms of reputation, Yang Jian only needs to order people to publicize it. This is the will of a saint, and he can't disobey it, so he can easily embrace the beauty.

but……

"May I ask who the woman in the sedan chair is?"

Yang Jian asked in a cold voice, his words seemed to be a little loose.

"Naturally, she is the most beautiful woman in my monster clan, her cultivation is also in the quasi-sage realm, and she has a lot of connection with the real king."

The middle-aged scribe said something with a chuckle, and when he raised his hand, the two monster women carrying the sedan chair pushed down the sedan chair, and the middle-aged scribe walked over and opened the sedan chair curtain himself.

And look at that:

The big red wedding gown is embroidered with blue luan, and the three-inch light feet are on the show waves.

The slender willow waist is insufficient to hold, and the lips are red and the eyes are swaying.

Wearing a red dress with a tube top, her snow-white skin is exposed, but she doesn't look too coquettish;

The long hair was tied in the phoenix crown, and the small bead curtain concealed the beautiful face, but the eyes were three points charming, three points timid, and three points ignorant, bowing to Yang Jian Yingying.

"Little girl has met Zhenjun Erlang, please take pity on him."

But at this moment, Yang Jian's face was extremely cold!

Behind him, the six friends of Meishan stared at the same time, each of them was astonished, their breaths were turbulent.

why?

Why else, it's not someone else who came down, but the ancestor of Meishan, Mei Kongmei!

But the middle-aged scribe seemed to have expected the reaction of Yang Jian and others, and immediately sent a voice to Yang Jian: "Don't worry, Zhenjun, don't worry, Zhenjun. Although she is Mei Kongmei, she is not Mei Kongmei."

"I originally wanted to imprint Mei Kongmei's soul with a secret technique and send Zhenjun a peerless beauty. I begged Zhenjun not to embarrass my demon clan, but after learning about this, the saint empress personally took action to restore Mei Kongmei's demon soul to its original source. Today, her mind has not been settled, her mind is like a child of a few years old, and Zhenjun trained herself..."

Before the ancestor of the monster clan finished speaking, Yang Jian's figure suddenly stepped out and rushed to this place!

He actually did it directly, without a word of nonsense.