The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The ferocious beast warship where the commander-in-chief of Wang Yiguo's army was located was somewhere in the corner of a side hall.

Lord Rain Spirit's complexion was pale, and she tightly closed her eyes, her charming eyelashes trembling constantly, enduring the piercing pain.

Yang Jian didn't torture her at this time, but before Yang Jian stabbed her Yuanshen with the Xuangang needle, the afterglow still lingers.

"How much do you know about your teacher?" Yang Jian asked casually, as if chatting with a friend.

Lord Rain Spirit opened his eyes and glared at Yang Jian, "You will kill me now!"

"Before I kill you, I want to ask some more questions."

Yang Jian laughed softly, walked to the side of the handsome human man, raised his hand to disperse the Xuangang embedded in the man's body. The latter jumped up vigilantly, but was injured internally by the repeated surge of mana in his body.

"you!"

Yang Jian glanced over, the man shut up immediately, and took two steps back with a pale face.

This human monk is not stupid, knowing that Yang Jian has the strength to restrain him for a moment, at this time Yang Jian loosened the restraint on him without any scruples, naturally he is not afraid of him turning up to the sky.

Being able to enter the chaotic sea from ancient times to today, this human monk naturally has some ability to understand people. This person immediately curbed his anger and bowed to Yang Jian.

"I don't know how Shu offended senior, please tell senior, Shu is willing to apologize with a treasure."

"Fellow Daoist, you are welcome. My name is Shu Zizhou, right?" Yang Jian immediately showed no hostility. "My name is Yang Jian, a Taoist disciple. I am ordered by the saints to unify the forces of chaotic creatures in the sea of ​​chaos. I would like to ask fellow Daoist to help me."

The man was obviously taken aback, smiled wryly at Yang Jian, and sighed: "The Daoist sect still took action against the Chaos Spirit Race after all, but there are countless masters in the sea of ​​chaos, and the Daoist sect may not be able to wade through this muddy water."

Yang Jian looked at the man's eyes, and said seriously: "The catastrophe is ahead, there is no room for loss. If fellow daoists don't want to help, please go to the side hall and wait with other fellow daoists. The Chaos Spirit Clan here is all under my control. When the battle is over, I will let fellow daoists go."

"How could it be, General Chahe is here..."

"His Royal Highness is waiting outside the palace. You can go to find her now, and she will explain to you." Yang Jian smiled, and lightly wrote the eviction order, "I still want to interrogate Lord Rain Spirit. I don't want to say anything to you. If you want to help me, you can tell His Royal Highness Murong at any time."

Shu Zizhou couldn't figure out the meaning of Yang Jian's words, he tentatively took two steps towards the gate of the palace, seeing that Yang Jian didn't look at him much, so he walked towards the gate of the palace with fear.

When Shu Zizhou left, Yang Jian's thoughts moved slightly, and Cha He in the main hall suddenly opened his eyes. Immediately, dozens of Chaos Spirit Race masters locked their spiritual consciousness on Shu Zizhou.

Yang Jian cherishes talent, but he will not take it lightly.

This Shu Zizhou is not too strong, but he is also a military advisor, so he can be called resourceful. Shu Zizhou has only stayed in Wang Yiguo for thousands of years, and he has become prosperous. He has offered dozens of advices to the king of Wang Yiguo, which has greatly increased Wang Yiguo's national power without bloodshed.

As a prehistoric monk, he would naturally be squeezed out in the great country of the Chaos Spirit Race, but he still stands tall. Up to now, he is already the object that His Royal Highness Princess Wang Yiguo is trying to win over.

Although Yang Jian didn't think that Shu Zizhou was a genius for governing the world, it was commendable to be able to do so.

"Yang Jian?" Lord Yu Ling's eyes were full of murderous intent and anger, "Are you a Taoist disciple? A prehistoric human race?"

"Aren't you also a prehistoric human race?" Yang Jian casually pulled a chair in the black turtle belt, and sat down boldly, "Tell me, since you are a prehistoric human race, why do you still worship Kunpeng as your teacher? Do you know what the Kunpeng demon master means to a human race?"

"A sworn enemy?" Lord Rain smiled, "What's wrong with the strong dominating the weak? What's the difference between the human race and the monster race? The teacher was the strongest creature in ancient times. I admired the teacher in my heart and begged for it. I was accepted by the teacher as a registered disciple just now. This is the thing I don't regret in my life!"

Yang Jian was choked and speechless.

However, Lord Rain Spirit can say these words, which shows that she is still rational at least, and her personal inclinations are different, so she can't be condemned with the words "human race is your own race".

Yang Jian said: "There have been saints in ancient times, and Kunpeng is not the strongest creature."

"Saint?" Lord Rain sneered, "It's just relying on the blessing of heaven and using the power of merit to achieve the position of saint. The teacher is proving the way with strength. How can the momentary star shine against the immortal bright moon!"

This guy is beyond help.

Was he brainwashed by Kunpeng with evil methods?

Yang Jian didn't worry about these any more, and asked, "According to this, you opened up the Rain Spirit Realm under the orders of Kunpeng?"

The Lord of the Rain Spirit fell silent immediately.

Yang Jian laughed: "Are you afraid that I will find the trace of Kunpeng? Since he is the strongest, why are you still afraid that I will find him?"

"You are asking for death!" There was a little sarcasm in the charming eyes of Lord Rain Spirit, "Who do you think you are? I just want to do something for the teacher. The teacher wants to go to the saint's tomb to devour the saint's corpse... Ah!"

As soon as the words 'Saint Corpse' were written, Lord Yuling held his chest and let out a scream. Zhu Tan spat out blood from his small mouth, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

Yang Jian reacted fairly quickly, and jumped half a foot backward, avoiding the spray of blood.

What the hell?

Dao rhyme, a domineering and reckless dao rhyme lingered on the body of Lord Rain Spirit.

Lord Rain Spirit who was lying on the ground slowly raised his head. On his beautiful face stained with blood, there was a pair of indifferent eyes without any emotion!

Just this gaze can make people fall into the ice cellar.

Yang Jian remained calm as usual, and seemed to be looking at her playfully.

Lord Yuling asked in a hoarse voice, "Yang Jian?"

"Monster?"

After confirming the eyes, it should be the sorcerer Ben Kun.

"You want to kill me?"

Yang Jian said calmly: "That's right, the demon master wants to fight me?"

Lord Rain Spirit sneered, and there was a threatening coldness in his eyes, "A hundred years later, in front of Xuandu City."

As the words fell, flames suddenly appeared on the chest of Lord Rain Spirit, and she was suddenly burned by the flames like a piece of paper.

The flames soared and engulfed her whole!

Yang Jian moved forward fiercely, and quickly shot her forehead...

Looking at the corpse slowly turning into ashes in front of him, Yang Jian's expression was a little dull, and he opened his left hand, and the soul of Lord Rain Spirit turned into a three-inch long villain, which was still "burning".

"Brother Kong, come and help!"

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, Kong Xuan's voice came from behind: "What was that just now?"

"Kunpeng," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, "I'll explain to you later, save... that's all, it's hopeless."

Halfway through the speech, the Primordial Spirit of Lord Rain Spirit had turned into ashes and slipped gently on Yang Jian's fingertips.

There was only a scorched outline left on the ground. A prehistoric human race who had just entered the Quasi-Holy Realm was burned directly like this, and there was no residue left.

Kunpeng's dismounting made Yang Jian really a little startled.

After repeating the words just now and Kong Xuan's declaration, Kong Xuan frowned immediately, "A hundred years... when will you break through the Eighty Nine Mysterious Kung Fu? Can you go further in a hundred years?"

"I probably don't need to think about it," Yang Jian shook his head immediately.

"Is a hundred years too short?" Kong Xuan's fingertips danced with five-color light.

"That's not the case," Yang Jian laughed suddenly, "Do you dare to believe what Kunpeng said about a hundred years? Maybe in a few days he will go directly to the Black Spirit Realm! Moreover, he said that he will go to Xuandu City for a battle, which is unlikely in itself."

Kong Xuan was stunned, "Why?"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "There are four big killers in Xuandu City. Kunpeng will go to Xuandu City to show off his power unless his brain is pumped. After so many years, he has no time to hide from several saints."

"Kunpeng is not necessarily ignorant of the four saints suppressing the way of heaven."

"You still don't understand the thinking habits of this kind of person," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Why don't we make a bet? I bet he will show up soon."

"Boring," Kong Xuan reprimanded him, "If you say I don't understand what Kunpeng is thinking, you will understand?"

"I can understand a little bit," Yang Jian waved his sleeves, and the ashes on the ground slowly dissipated, "After all, he and I have something in common."

"What?"

"It's a pity."

Kong Xuan rolled his eyes angrily, and raised his foot to kick Yang Jian, but Yang Jian deftly dodged it, and the two big men, who could be regarded as respectable, laughed and laughed in the side hall.

The kind that is constantly probing on the verge of a real fire.

...

Yang Jian firmly believed that Kunpeng would show up in the near future. To be on the safe side, Yang Jian and Kong Xuan quietly left Wang Yiguo's army and returned to the Black Spirit Realm.

Yang Jian was betting that Kunpeng didn't know that they had the 'supernatural power' to directly control the minds of the Chaos Spirit Race.

Wang Yiguo's army continued to maintain the "stable" appearance, and marched towards Xuandu City. Yang Jian even arranged for a seemingly fierce battle. If he could lure Kunpeng to show up, he would gather his own masters and attack Kunpeng in groups.

If Master Xuandu can be found, the chances of success in this matter will be higher; but Xuandu has gone to sleep soundly, and there is no way to find him.

We can only hope that Xuandu will be alarmed by the battle situation and come to help.

After Yang Jian returned to the Black Spirit Realm, the Black Spirit Realm was slowly 'advancing' towards Xuandu City. There were countless figures on the edge of the Black Spirit Realm, arranged in a large formation of the witch clan, turning mana into thrust.

Kong Xuan didn't know where he went, Yang Jian wandered around Xuandu City alone, and found that the other three spirit worlds were in a similar situation, but the speed of the 'immortal islands' was obviously much faster than that of the 'continent' in the black spirit world.

In less than fifty days, the four spirit worlds will gather in one place and become the real black spirit kingdom.

Yang Jian hurried back to Xuandu City and sent his avatar to the Black Spirit Realm to respond; in Xuandu City, 1,800 Wu clan children were seizing every opportunity to practice, adding a bit of solemnity and vitality to Xuandu City.

Witch ghosts and witches are holding Da Ang on the ground, studying Xuandu's "spiritual core transplantation method" with several great witches, figuring out how to insert the spiritual core into Da Ang's body.

Yang Jian was delighted to see this scene, and he still had to do this job. It was too simple to let the seniors of the Wu clan do the work before.

After all, the method of disembowelling that Wugui was thinking about at this time... was indeed a bit scary.