The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In fact, if you want to sneak into the enemy camp, you don't have to use the method of change, or slowly and pretend to sneak in.

Just break through.

It may be that Yang Jian finally felt that he could be bolder. He leaned forward, and the profound energy formed the outline of a flying bird around his body. Eighty-one mysterious beads flashed lightly, and his figure soared to extreme speed.

After a while, the Black Spirit Realm had appeared on the edge of the divine consciousness, and Yang Jian's speed increased by a bit, which was the pinnacle of his flying feather escape technique!

He brought up a wave in the Chaos Sea, and when this wave hit the Black Spirit Realm, it slightly shook the incomparably magnificent Black Spirit Realm formation.

Then, a gap was torn into the formation, and Yang Jian's figure rushed into the Black Spirit Realm, carrying the chaotic atmosphere, crashing into the big city in the center of the Black Spirit Realm like a comet...

He came here to fight, and it would be a waste of time to sneak around, so why not go directly to the Black Spirit Lord to provoke him.

If he could defeat, behead or subdue the Black Spirit Lord, that would be another story.

The formation was torn apart, and strange low buildings were smashed down. Chaotic atmosphere and dust flew around, and all parts of the Black Spirit World suddenly fell into chaos.

Amidst the shouts and shouts, groups of Chaos Spirit Race rushed towards the place where Yang Jian landed, and countless pressures piled up on Yang Jian's figure.

And when several Chaos Spirit Clans cast their spells at the same time, the smoke and the atmosphere of chaos were blown away, and the figure standing on a roof waiting quietly held a long spear, and glanced at the most capable people present.

He didn't do it directly. After all, the combat power present is likely to become his help in the future.

"Where is the Black Spirit Lord?"

"It's you!?" The black spirit lord's hoarse voice came from the palace, and in an instant, thousands of Chaos Spirit Race powerhouses came through the air and surrounded Yang Jian.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, but the Black Spirit Lord didn't show up...

Do you want these subordinates to consume his strength?

"If you don't come, I'll go find you," Yang Jian said leisurely, and his figure soared into the sky!

Jin Xian and Da Luo are nothing more than chickens and dogs; even the quasi-sacred chaotic spirits who don't have much strength can't get close to him.

Dozens of streamers slashed towards Yang Jian, but very few of them actually slashed. Even if they touched Yang Jian's mysterious body, it only added some shallow marks to Yang Jian's robe.

"kill him!"

With a cold shout, five figures stood in front of Yang Jian, all of which were strange appearances of the chaotic spirit race, but their strength was all in the quasi-sage realm.

The two rushed towards Yang Jian, probably focusing on cultivating their bodies; the three of them kept waving a total of fourteen arms, and their offensive made continuous screams.

The spear swept across, and the tip of the spear brought out a long light trail, and then there was the sound of a tsunami and landslide, and the light waves drawn by the gun mark turned into huge waves in the sky in an instant!

The huge waves slapped the two figures flying towards them, resisting all the fierce offensives in front of them, and their power remained undiminished, pressing violently on the remaining three figures!

Muffled groans, angry reprimands, and terrified shouts...

Yang Jian didn't seem to be in the habit of standing and admiring the power of his moves. His figure charged forward again, and after breaking through the huge waves, he saw the big formation outside the palace of the Lord of the Black Spirit.

With a vertical slash, the Xuangang condensed into a hundred-foot-long spear, directly shattering the formation in front of it!

Still not coming out?

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, ignoring the dozens of figures chasing after him, pointing his spear obliquely, and threw hundreds of spear shadows at the main hall where the Black Spirit Lord was.

Many figures in the main hall fled in a hurry, the dome collapsed suddenly, a plume of black smoke flew, and the Black Spirit Lord finally flew out of the ruins slowly.

It's finally here!

This master who can fight against the great mage of Xuandu should be the top powerhouse in the Chaos Spirit Race, and he finally showed up today!

"Xuandu City Yang Jian."

Out of respect for the strong, Yang Jian cupped his spear and shouted, and then he was about to fly forward.

"Slow down! I have something to say!" The Black Spirit Lord scolded in a low voice, causing Yang Jian to frown, but stopped the attack.

Yang Jian glanced behind him, and the Black Spirit Lord spoke again, his voice was hoarse, with some kind of mysterious dao rhyme, "Everyone back away, and you can't participate in the duel between me and this person without the order of my seat."

A group of Black Spirit Lord's subordinates all cast fearful gazes, saluted and retreated one by one, forming a huge encirclement circle hundreds of feet away.

Yang Jian looked directly at the Black Spirit Lord in front of him, and said calmly: "I came here today to fight you, to avenge your invasion of Xuandu City, if you don't want this place to be overthrown, you can go to Chaos Sea."

"Okay," the Black Spirit Lord agreed happily, but the figure wrapped in the thick black air didn't seem to move at all.

Yang Jian frowned, what does this guy mean?

Let's listen to Hei Lingzhu asking: "Yang Jian, what is your relationship with the great mage of Xuandu City?"

"That's my uncle," Yang Jian replied calmly.

"Hmph, I can draw with him, but you are just his nephew, how dare you try to provoke me," the black spirit master laughed wickedly, making people feel hairy, "Do you want to die?"

This Black Spirit Lord... isn't that a bit too much nonsense.

"You'll know once you've hit it!" Yang Jian was about to charge forward with his spear in hand.

But the Black Spirit Lord shouted again: "Wait a minute! Before you die, I have something to say!"

Yang Jian was really amused by this guy. He should have rushed to fight, but suddenly he wanted to hear what the black spirit master was up to.

"Be careful, husband," Ao Xinke said in a voice, "Don't have any schemes... Hiss!"

Yang Jian hurriedly sent back a voice: "What's wrong?"

"Husband, is this little eagle your husband's spiritual pet? It hurts so much to peck someone."

Yang Jian laughed softly, and said to Xuan Gui: "Be honest, I will let you out to play after this fight."

The little guy who was chasing Ao Xinke pecked seemed to have been immobilized, and immediately stood there without moving.

Yang Jian's spiritual sense has been observing the surroundings, so as not to be plotted by the other party; but the black spirit master does not seem to be delaying time to launch some kind of big formation, it seems to be... simply delaying time.

Seeing that there was no response under the black air, Yang Jian urged: "Speak."

"Hmph!" The Black Spirit Lord snorted again, "Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Of course I'm afraid of death, and I'm so scared to death," Yang Jian said calmly, "If I didn't have the strength to suppress you, I wouldn't have come here so recklessly."

"Really?" Black Spirit Lord said indifferently, "The last time I fought with you was only a few hundred years ago, how confident are you that you can suppress this deity?"

"Try it and you'll know," Yang Jian was a little impatient, and took two steps forward with the spear in hand.

The black air trembled slightly, and Yang Jian felt that he was a little dazzled, but the other party retreated a little without a trace...

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and walked forward again, this time striding like meteors.

"Wait!"

"You stop!"

"Yang Jian, you really think I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

The color is fierce and the inside is soft.

For some reason, seeing the Lord of the Black Spirit today, Yang Jian felt that there was something wrong with this guy.

When the Black Spirit Lord persuaded the Wu Spirit Lord and the Rain Spirit Lord before, he talked too much, and his temper was too good; but when he attacked Xuandu City, the Black Spirit Lord was ruthless and decisive.

How could this kind of person pretend to be the two masters of the rain spirit and the fog spirit who were obviously weaker than him?

Or even an old-fashioned attitude?

Yang Jian felt that something was wrong, so he hurried back to this place, wanting to find out about the Black Spirit Lord.

At this time, Yang Jian approached step by step, and the black spirit master kept retreating. Although the black flames around him were still beating, they still exuded that fierce and chilling killing intent, but it gave people an inexplicable disobedience.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"Hmph! I'm really afraid that you won't succeed! I just don't want to implicate the people in this city, so follow me out to fight!"

This seat? Didn't you still call yourself the deity just now?

The Black Spirit Lord turned and flew towards the top of his head, and Yang Jian chased after him with a spear.

Groups of figures around came with jealousy, intending to stop Yang Jian and follow the black spirit master, but they were sternly reprimanded by the black spirit master.

"They are all waiting in the city! I can take his life myself!"

Not ashamed.

Yang Jian raised his gun and chased after him, wanting to see what kind of medicine this guy was selling in the gourd; naturally he would not foolishly jump into the trap, as long as there was a little abnormality in the black spirit master, Yang Jian would directly rush to fight.

No matter what, he couldn't go back empty-handed today. He had to fight against the master of the black spirit, or kill some masters in the black spirit world to weaken the strength of the black spirit world so that he could take control later.

The black spirit master is not flying fast, but it gives people a sense of arrogance that the victory is sure and everything is not worth mentioning.

"Husband, I always feel that there is something wrong with him." Ao Xinke said in a voice.

"I also think that this guy looks like a counterfeit," Yang Jian twitched his lips, "Could it be someone's avatar thrown here?"

"It's not impossible," Ao Xinke nodded lightly, "but you still can't be careless, husband, remember to be careful."

Yang Jian laughed softly, and his figure flew over the formation of the Black Spirit Realm again; but this time, he followed the Black Spirit Lord from the inside to the outside, all the way unimpeded.

The masters of the black spirit world gathered in the big formation, but the black spirit master flew forward, as if he wanted to pull Yang Jian, the evil star, away from the black spirit world.

"Follow me if you have the guts!"

The voice of Lord Hei Ling came from the front, Yang Jian frowned, and decided not to continue playing with him.

Seventy-two changes!

A fire phoenix rushed out of the chaotic sea, the flying feather escape technique was activated by the mysterious pearl, and Yang Jian's figure rushed forward.

The black spirit master turned his head to look, and there was a strange cry from the black air. He tried to escape forward, but he was caught up by the fire phoenix just after flying a short distance of more than ten feet.

The fire phoenix opened its mouth, and the phoenix's true flames covered the sky and covered the sky, enveloping the black spirit master in a blink of an eye.

"no, do not want!"

The Black Spirit Lord let out a panicky cry, the black flames around his body melted like ice and snow, and the true flames of the phoenix sank fiercely.

so weak?

Yang Jian was a little surprised. He has improved his strength so much this time? The phoenix true flame transformed from profound energy can burn a strong man like the Black Spirit Lord to the point of crying?

"Husband, save him!"

Ao Xinke yelled in a low voice, even if she didn't yell, Yang Jian already had the idea of ​​taking back the flame.

The fire phoenix turned around, and the true flame of the phoenix retracted immediately after burning the billowing black air. Yang Jian turned back into his real body, and went down with the three-pointed and two-bladed gun. The point of the gun directly touched the neck of the petite figure wrapped in layers of black veil.

"Who are you!"

The black figure only had a pair of eyes exposed, and it was full of fear at this moment, trembling in a hoarse and mournful voice: "Forgive, spare my life... I am willing to offer you a treasure, and please spare my life!"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, and the thoughts in his heart gradually came alive.