The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Get out of the way! How dare you obstruct Kill Wushe!"

"Block them! Don't let them enter the city!"

"Too bad, this is a group of masters from the Buddhist sect! They broke in!"

In the fierce battle of Fengdu City, dozens of old monks sat cross-legged on the lotus platform and walked quickly, followed by a rolling cloud of blood.

The light of Buddha and the light of blood complement each other so well at this moment.

In the place where the walls of Fengdu City collapsed, dozens of old monks attacked at the same time, forcefully scattered the ghost soldiers who could not see their end, and forced their way into Fengdu City.

The Yin Division War Witch who was fighting fiercely near the gap had no time to stop it, even if they tried their best to stop it, they couldn't stop it at all... I could only watch helplessly as these masters rushed into Fengdu City and rushed to the place where the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk was located.

Yin Division is in danger.

"stop!"

King Qin Guang stood on the street with his sword in hand, scolded angrily, burst into anger, and stopped the old monk and the cloud of blood flying towards him.

The leader, the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp, did not answer, but an old monk behind him flew out from the lotus platform, stood up straight in mid-air, and made a Buddha ceremony to King Qin Guang.

"Amitabha."

"Ran Deng!" King Qin Guang pointed his sword at the one with the highest cultivation level among the old monks, raised his hand and sprinkled a few sword lights, and Ran Deng didn't even lift his eyelids.

The old monk who made the move pushed forward with his left palm, and the Buddha seal in his palm slowly turned. All the sword shadows cast by King Qin Guang were suppressed by the golden light, and even King Qin Guang was sealed on the street, unable to move.

"The brilliance of rice grains."

Ran Deng left a sentence coldly, leading a group of old monks to move forward.

There were a few weird laughs in the blood cloud, and a young man and woman hugged each other and fell out of the blood cloud, which landed on the roof of the house beside them, quietly watching King Qin Guang who was suppressed by the golden light.

This pair of men and women acted a little shamelessly, if it wasn't for the pieces of clothes on their bodies, they would have thought that this pair of Asura had grown up together.

The old monk turned a blind eye to this, and the golden light Buddha seal continued to strengthen, trying to crush King Qin Guang's will to resist.

"Tsk," the woman from the Asura group said softly, "The elder over there, why don't we let us kill him with a single sword?"

"My Buddha has an order," the old monk said slowly, "the Yin Division has many merits and virtues, so it should not be killed in vain. After the six reincarnation disks are taken away, the Yin Division is ordered to be established. You can dispose of the remnants here as you like."

The Shura woman chuckled and said, "An order is an order, and a response is a response. Why are you so rigid?"

The old monk didn't answer, but just stood there quietly, suppressing King Qin Guang; although the old monk looked normal, there was actually a little pity in his eyes.

"Amitabha."

"Hmph," Shura's male and female eyes flashed a little chill, but when the silent man wanted to draw his sword, the woman held down his wrist.

The woman laughed coquettishly, threw herself into the arms of the man and began to make some flirtatious movements, moaning constantly, and streams of obscure and imperceptible dao rhymes slowly flowed between the two of them.

The old monk remained unmoved, just stood there to suppress King Qin Guang.

boom!

On the street ahead, far away from here, there was another explosion; it was a wave of ghost cultivators placed in the city, desperately blocking this group of extremely high-level old monks and the cloud of blood.

Unfortunately, apart from making some noise, the ghost soldiers were instantly killed by several old monks.

King Qin Guang lay prone on the ground, clenched his fists, but he couldn't raise his arms at all, his eyes were staring, and he couldn't even blow himself up.

This is absolute suppression in terms of cultivation.

On the streets of Fengdu City, a handsome man and a beautiful woman are having sex in public on the roof. The old monk standing on the street and the underworld Lord Yan lying on the ground make this picture somewhat strange.

The fluctuating fighting techniques, the shining Buddha light, the continuous roaring sound...

The group of Buddhist masters and blood sea Asuras who broke into Fengdu City quickly approached the six reincarnation disks, destroying the ghost soldiers of the underworld who dared to block them along the way.

After a while, the six circles of reincarnation were in sight, as was the formation formed by Meishan's army.

In front of the Meishan army, there were many ghostly shadows, and millions of ghost soldiers swarmed the streets and alleys, as if they wanted to use the lives of millions of ghosts to stop the monks sitting on the lotus platform.

But wherever the Buddha's light goes, ghosts and spirits melt like ice and snow...

"what to do?"

Guo Shen asked anxiously, and Zhi Jian beside him couldn't answer except for a wry smile.

With the current situation like this, the two big Luo Jinxians really can't help much, they can only obey the second master's order and fight to the death here to delay time.

Zhijian sighed, and said in the large formation formed by Meishan: "Boys, this world has become a bit incomprehensible to me. The Buddhist sect that calls for the salvation of all living beings wants to destroy the underworld that controls reincarnation. The great monks on Lingshan are fighting side by side with the blood sea Shura. Do you understand?"

The Meishan Immortal Soldiers looked solemn, and many of them subconsciously shook their heads.

"In any case, we stick to our hearts, and we have a scale in our hearts to measure right and wrong," Zhijian said without any cadence, as if he was chatting with them on weekdays.

Zhi Jian said: "The battle of life and death will come later, maybe we are vulnerable in the eyes of these eminent monks, yes, we may really be vulnerable, but Meishan man, have you ever been afraid to move forward?"

Meishan Xianbing said nothing, but his eyes became more determined.

"Second Master once said that those who insult the great virtues of the late land are the sworn enemies of Second Master!"

Zhijian took a deep breath, and roared violently, "Guard Houtu! Fight until the last soldier dies, and Meishan will not retreat!"

Three hundred thousand immortal soldiers shouted in unison: "Here!"

For a moment, the formation seemed to thicken a bit.

Most of the ghost soldiers were melted away by the Buddha light of these eminent monks. An eminent monk had already rushed to the front of the Meishan formation, and the ancient burning lamp Buddha chanted a Buddha's name, and slapped his palm seemingly without effort.

A palm print covering the sky and the sun smashed into the large formation, and the light of the large formation flickered, and 300,000 Meishan immortal soldiers were injured at the same time.

But the formation is still there.

It is true that such a large formation borrowed from the Heavenly Court's defensive formation, and the strength of the Meishan Celestial Soldiers is comparable to that of the Heavenly Court's Heavenly Soldiers; but the range of their formation is too wide, even if there is a clever formation with transforming power and scattered power, it simply cannot last long in the face of dozens of masters.

"Break through this formation."

Ran Deng gave the order with a cold face, and immediately four old monks were sitting on the lotus platform and floating forward, either holding Buddhist vessels, or splitting their hands to perform supernatural powers.

Zhi Jian and Guo Shen looked at each other, they rushed behind the light wall of the formation, and glared at the outside of the formation.

Guo Shen shouted loudly: "Everyone in the Buddhist sect, are you really not paying attention to my second master?"

Now it can be delayed for a while, and I don't care about whether I will embarrass my grandfather or something.

"Heh," Ran Deng sneered, "Yang Jian is no more than a disciple of a Taoist sect, so why should he be afraid of the Taoist sect now? If you don't want to die, you can disperse the formation and meditate on the spot. The poor monk doesn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"The words of indiscriminate killing of innocents come from your mouth, it's really ironic," Zhijian replied with a sneer, "I'm not afraid to tell you, Second Master's skills have increased greatly now, if you really think Buddhism can protect you, so what if you kill us today? Second Master will always avenge our blood and hatred."

Guo Shen asked in a voice: "Don't talk nonsense, how do you know that the second master's skill has greatly increased?"

"Damn it, the second master seldom talks about cultivation with us. Where can I find out about this?"

Guo Shen: ...

Outside the big formation, Ran Deng looked cloudy and uncertain, as if he was really afraid of this matter.

The scene of Yang Jian's brief confrontation with Zhunti Saint is still lingering in Ran Deng's mind and cannot be dispelled. If Yang Jian's strength improves again...it will be quite a tricky matter.

Suddenly, a somewhat feminine man's voice came out from the blood cloud: "A mere three-generation disciple of the Taoist sect makes the Buddhist sect so afraid, it really makes people laugh."

Before Ran Deng could make up his mind, a big blood-colored hand broke through the blood cloud and smashed towards the light wall of the formation.

There was a loud noise, and the bloody hand shattered a section of the light wall abruptly. All the immortal soldiers in Meishan were struck by lightning. Tens of thousands of immortal soldiers who were closest to the bloody palm went limp and passed out directly from the shock.

Out of the blood cloud, several figures flew out, all handsome men and women, the one who just waved his palm was standing in the front, with a sneer on his somewhat bewitching face.

This man wanted to make another palm move forward to kill tens of thousands of monks to enjoy himself, but he heard an old monk recite a Buddha's name.

"Hurry up and get the six-path reincarnation disk."

At that moment, these dozens of old monks and the group of Asuras seemed to have started to scramble, scrambling to be the first to pass over the heads of the immortal soldiers in Meishan, and rushed towards the sky above the ten Yama halls.

The sky is full of light, and the nether world is full of waves.

Zhijian and Guo Shen looked at each other, and the figures of the two flew up from below at the same time, rushing towards this group of masters who would crush their brothers even if they just picked one out.

An old monk stopped on the lotus platform, slapped Zhi Jian and Guo Shen with two palms, and sent them flying back.

One person shouted: "The Six Paths Reincarnation Disk is in the clouds!"

Next to Ran Deng was a blue lamp, standing above the Hall of Yama, a big hand rose in the wind, and grabbed the slowly rotating seven-colored cloud.

"Who dares to offend Empress Empress!"

Suddenly there was a soft shout from among the clouds, and Ran Deng frowned slightly, but his big hand seemed to touch a wall that was slowly falling down, and he couldn't continue to go up for a while.

All the masters of the Buddhist sect and all the Shuras of the blood sea looked up at the vortex of the six reincarnation disks at the same time.

There, a girl in feather clothes and a skirt slowly descended. This girl's cultivation level didn't seem to be very advanced. She was probably only at the peak of Da Luo, so she shouldn't be able to speak here.

But she abruptly blocked the magical power of the lamp, and even overwhelmed them in terms of momentum.

why?

Why else, the cultivation base is not enough, and the treasures come to make up.

The girl held a precious lotus lamp in her hand. The body of the lamp was like a sword hilt, and the lamp was like a lotus flower. Inside the lotus flower, the wick seemed to be real or empty, but the dancing white flame contained some unspeakable truth of heaven and earth.

The girl didn't even use any magic power, just relying on the power of the magic lamp, she firmly blocked the magical power of the lamp.

Ran Deng's eyes fixed on this precious lamp, the greed in his eyes flashed past, and he asked coldly, "Who is here!"

"Me?" The girl chuckled, Xiao Sheng was like a wind chime, but his smile was mostly mocking, "My brother's name is Jian, who do you think I am?"

Zhi Jian stared, lying in the pit with Guo Shen, the two brothers were unable to move in desperation.