The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Outside the city of Fengdu, more than a hundred Buddhist eminent monks chanted sutras together. They sat cross-legged in the air and seemed to be arranged in a certain formation, but there were no traces or fluctuations of the formation, which was a bit weird.

A hundred miles behind this group of old monks, there were more than a hundred Shuras standing quietly on the hill of the underworld, and many Shuras kept their eyes on the place of great battle above Fengdu City.

Their clan's reverence for the strong is more fanatical than that of the Lich people and other clans.

A Shura commander approached the ancestor Minghe and asked in a low voice: "Ancestor, shall we retreat?"

"Don't worry, let's see," Minghe said leisurely, with a little playfulness in his evil eyes, "If this Yang Jian can really kill Zhunti, I don't think the ancestor will still have a chance."

"Yes," several Asura commanders stood quietly behind Styx without saying a word.

In the sea of ​​blood, Patriarch Styx is the sky, and if they were to die, the Asuras would not hesitate a bit.

After all, that's how they were created.

The fight between Yang Jian and Zhunti Saint was in full swing, and all parts of the Three Realms were affected by this war, and chaos gradually arose.

The Tao is shaken, and the balance of heaven and earth is out of balance.

Everywhere in the Netherworld is filled with the power of heaven and earth, and these powers of heaven and earth are quickly converging towards this place.

Not only the Nether Realm, but all the vitality in the three worlds seems to be gathering towards the Nether Realm, being used by the Dao of Heaven, turning into that strange light curtain and wrapping around the battle between Yang Jian and the Saint, lest the aftermath of their battle will break through the prehistoric world.

Perhaps this is the 'challenge' that Sanqing and Jieyin opened up for Yang Jian and Zhunti.

Why not go to Chaos Sea Fighting?

Yang Jian couldn't wait, so Zhunti didn't dare to go; if the virtuous saint left the world where he was promoted to be a saint, his strength would be greatly reduced, especially for a "more watery" saint like Zhuangti, it would be tantamount to death.

They can only fight here, and Zhunti will only fight Yang Jian here.

Holding a three-pointed and double-edged gun, his robe has been torn clean by the strong wind, and his trousers have long since disappeared from below his knees, but Yang Jian is still majestic in his star armor.

Although Zhunti had Kasyapa, Ananda and other saintly disciples to help him, he was still beaten by Yang Jian at this time, and the saint's Dharma body had begun to leave scars that could not heal immediately.

Yang Jian fought almost desperately against Zhunti's offensive. Except for the blessing pestle, other magic weapons would not dodge when hit.

Zhunti Dharma Body's eyes were about to burst into flames, but besides being angry, other thoughts gradually appeared in his mind.

It's been too long, the trace of fear that hasn't appeared...

Under Yang Jian's onslaught, the golden body of the sage began to fade away; he went deep into the world, but gradually he was unable to quickly repair his golden body...

Go on like this...

Go on like this...

The saint Zhunti woke up suddenly, dozens of heads looked down at his chest and abdomen at the same time.

Yang Jian's left foot was on the golden body, his left hand was holding the three-pointed double-edged gun under the blade, and his right hand was clenched into a fist...

In the next moment, the gun shadow and the fist shadow rushed to kill, and Zhunti's golden body shone with light!

Zhunti Saint's Dharma Aspect was tens of feet high at this time, with several arms sweeping towards Yang Jian, and Buddha lights attacked Yang Jian one after another, and all the attacks carried the power of destroying heaven and earth.

Yang Jian still didn't dodge, and attacked brazenly, but the divine light shot by Zhunti could only make Yang Jian's body tremble a few times.

Even, there was no scar on the top and bottom of the black and yellow body.

"ah--"

Yang Jian looked like a madman, wishing he could tear the golden body apart with his mouth, just as he was clenching his fists to accumulate strength, and was about to hit the golden body violently, a huge stone pillar swept across.

Blessing the divine pestle, this is the hidden treasure of Zhunti, and it is also a magic weapon of saints more mysterious than the seven treasure tree, hitting Yang Jian will make Yang Jian a little dizzy.

Yang Jian tapped his left toe and shot backwards, narrowly dodging the stone pillar.

Seventy-two changes! Repeat the trick!

Transformation into Kunpeng plus Nine Heavens Fuyao Jue again!

Yang Jian's figure disappeared in a flash, and he quickly shuttled around a hundred feet around Zhunti's golden body, as if forming one after another random portals around Zhunti's golden body.

A similar scene has been staged countless times. When Zhunti's magical powers can't track Yang Jian, Yang Jian will rush to Jinshen's side again...

This time, Yang Jian clenched the spear with both hands, and the spirit of opening heaven flowed on the three-pointed and two-edged gun, and a stream of Xuangang profound energy crazily poured into the three-pointed and two-edged gun.

Click...

This dragon gun that has been followed by Yang Jian for many years has tiny cracks in the engraving on the outside.

It's really because Yang Jian's power injected into it is too strong and too strong, which has exceeded the limit that the innate spirit treasure can bear!

The fifth form of opening the sky!

"die!"

Just under the ribs of the golden body, the spear streaked across a bright arc of light!

Zhunti reacted swiftly despite being frightened and angry. He had already staggered the nine arms on the left side at the same time, directly forcing down the arc of light that shattered the universe.

Accompanied by an almost earth-shattering explosion, Zhunti's golden body flew upside down for the third time out of the light curtain set by the Heavenly Dao. This time, it flew three thousand feet horizontally, with more than a dozen heads spitting blood in embarrassment, and four or five of the nine arms on one side were broken.

A few Buddha lights were shining on Yang Jian, as if they wanted to hinder Yang Jian's actions; Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and looked to the corner, the middle-aged monk's complexion changed drastically, and his figure retreated violently regardless of the situation.

Miscellaneous fish.

Yang Jian didn't pay attention to it. Anyway, the supernatural powers played by these disciples didn't have much influence on him.

Contemptuous, these people read contempt and disdain in Yang Jian's eyes, but they didn't dare to show any anger at all, and immediately rushed towards the direction where Zhunti was sent flying.

Yang Jian didn't chase this time, but stood still, looking at the arms that slowly turned into golden light and dissipated in front of him, thinking constantly in his heart.

How could he kill a saint?

The anger and hatred have not diminished, and today he has decided to cut off the threats that threaten the safety of his family one by one. Even if the ancestor shows up to stop him, Yang Jian will not hesitate to risk the reputation of disobedience.

Who can know? He came to the underworld to help, but when he saw his sister was seriously injured and dying, how gloomy was his mood!

Zhunti's saint's golden body was wrapped in golden light, and his broken arm grew out again. The golden body crazily devoured the vitality of the world, which seemed to be the reason why the saint was invincible in the world.

Zhunti's power comes from this world, and Yang Jian's power comes from himself; after entering the Xuanhuang Realm, as long as the array of eighty-one mysterious beads is not broken, it can provide Yang Jian with inexhaustible profound energy.

What's more, with the presence of Dinghai Shenzhu and Fuhai formation, Zhunti has absorbed all the vitality of the world, and Yang Jian will not show any signs of exhaustion.

But, how can you kill the saint?

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and naturally noticed the old monks sitting cross-legged around Zhunti.

Formation?

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, and the vertical eyes on his forehead opened again. The black pupils reflected a strange world.

Now, his strongest offensive is the Nine Forms of Opening Heaven; compared to attacking, his mysterious body is better at defending.

For the first time, Yang Jian felt that the spear in his hand was a little lighter.

"Yang Jian!" Zhunti squeezed out these two words between his teeth, and the dozens of heads in the golden body shouted at the same time, with a strange sense of overlap in their voices, "You have violated the taboo of heaven and earth today! You have not lost your way!"

"Oh? Big taboo?"

Yang Jian's voice didn't have any emotional fluctuations, but the more it was like this, the more people behind him could feel the raging anger in his heart.

"Others are afraid of your dignity as a saint because you can destroy them with a snap of your fingers; don't you take this fear of your strength as respect for yourself? Zhunti, are you still shameless? Or, do you think that without you, the prehistoric would no longer be the prehistoric?"

Zhunti seemed to be stepped on a sore spot, and roared angrily: "This seat should crush you to death like an ant when you are fledgling!"

"You can destroy me?" Yang Jian sneered, "When I was in the prehistoric world, the ancestors of Sanqing protected me, and the master protected me in secret. If it weren't for this, would you allow me to this day?"

A ray of inspiration suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's heart.

If you want to kill the saints, apart from destroying the avenue they built, the only way is to temporarily isolate the avenue of the Yuanshen Dao saints from the heaven and the earth.

The previous great eras of Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu were shattered, why did the heaven and earth change drastically?

Without him, the group of powerful enemies killed too many saints, shattered too many saints' avenues, and the way that runs through the visible world was reorganized and reborn after being shattered.

But Yang Jian is still a little short of fire at this time. If he rushes to the ninth stage of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu and continues his strength growth rate, then he will have the power to directly destroy the Dao Principle of the Saint.

And by that time, he could already fight against the strongest.

Yang Jian didn't have time to think about these illusory prospects at this time. He put his left hand on the dantian of his abdomen, and a little sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Cutting off the connection between the saint and the heaven and the earth, it seems that he is not incapable of doing it...

With a sneer, even Zhunti yelled at him there, Yang Jian didn't need to delay, just ignored him, and charged forward again with his gun.

Seventy-two changes!

If he hadn't transformed into Kunpeng and performed the Nine Heavens Fuyao Jue, Yang Jian would have been dragged back by the continuous offensive of magical powers just like in the battle in the city before.

This Feng Clan secret technique is a gift from Shifeng Lingyu to Yang Jian. When he first transformed into a Kunpeng and chased the real Kunpeng, it was a little less elegant and a little more weird than the Flying Feather Escape Technique.

A similar situation reappeared, and Tiandao was powerless to stop the two fighting, so he could only continue to set up that light curtain, trying his best to resist the aftermath of their fighting.

But this time, outside the light curtain, there are more old Buddhist monks.

On the remnant wall of Fengdu City, Xuanyuan Huangdi yelled at this place: "Boy! Be careful of the Buddhist formation!"

What I got was Yang Jian's loud laughter that echoed everywhere in the Netherworld...

"Why not!"

Yang Jian suddenly appeared, and the several-foot-long Kunpeng shadow slammed into Zhunti's back.

Zhunti turned dozens of heads at the same time, and his arms turned directly to the back with some horror.

The divine pestle fell, the treasure tree swept across, and the Kunpeng's shadow suddenly exploded with a bang, causing Zhunti's dozens of faces to change wildly at the same time.

Yang Jian's sneer, coming from behind Zhunti, was clearly imprinted in Zhunti's ears!

The cold light flickered, and more than a dozen heads on Zhunti Shengrenfa's body were thrown away!

"You are cheating!"

Zhunti's voice was full of indescribable anger, and the dozen or so heads quickly condensed in the golden light.

Yang Jian held the gun in his left hand and clenched his fist in the right. He attacked Zhunti's neck fiercely, causing Zhunti to stagger and fall.

Blessed with a divine pestle, Yang Jian's body bounced off again, and then rushed back again.

But this time, Zhunti suddenly changed his tactics and opened up the vital points of Jin's body. Some of the eighteen arms dropped treasures, forming complicated Buddha seals the moment Yang Jian got close to him!

town!

The universe is sealed!

The surroundings of Yang Jian and Zhunti turned dark at the same time, as if the two strong men had become stone sculptures at the same time; this is a move that hurts the enemy eighty times and self-damages one hundred, but it has an obvious effect...

It can temporarily fix Yang Jian's figure.

Beyond the light curtain formed by the Dao of Heaven, Ran Deng suddenly appeared, surrounded by three feet of green fire, and suddenly pointed at the figures of Yang Jian and Zhun Ti.

"Thousand Buddha Formation Enlightenment!"

The group of old monks who were sitting cross-legged earlier slowly pushed their right hands forward at the same time. Behind each figure, a mirage-like microcosm emerged—in it, countless living beings were prostrating to the Buddha, and strands of spiritual power mixed with the golden light of Buddhism appeared behind these old monks from those vast worlds and across the vast universe!

Thousands of Buddhas and countries, endless incense!

"Suppressing demons!"

Ran Deng let out an angry roar, the muscles on the old face kept beating, and there was a bit of pleasure in his eyes, and also a bit of joy after being relieved.

On the place where Yang Jian and Zhunti were frozen, the Buddha's light all over the sky crashed down!

And no one noticed that Yang Jian, who was supposed to be shocked by the universe, actually pulled a tiny arc from the corner of his mouth...