The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The calm came too fast, too weird.

Just a moment ago, there were still springs of blood everywhere, the ground cracked, the sea of ​​blood surged, and the sky was filled with waves. In the blink of an eye, it suddenly became calm.

The visions in various parts of Wubuzhou are also fading rapidly, almost in a blink of an eye, the blood in the sky is gone, the roaring sound in the depths of the earth is gone, the sky is clear, and the earth is bright, a peaceful scene.

Even, the vitality between the heaven and the earth is a little clearer than before.

The monks who don't know what's going on today are all asking what happened in the Netherworld; the big bosses who know about the battle in Fengdu City today are all concerned about the result of the battle of the sea of ​​blood.

But everywhere in the Netherworld was dead silent, without any unnecessary sound, and without the slightest breeze blowing.

The Blood Lake in front of Fengdu City no longer has any waves;

Thousands of miles away, Yang Jian and the ancestor Minghe shattered the Nether Land, and the large sea of ​​blood was calm and waveless, with no ripples left.

The sea of ​​blood, which was supposed to be filthy and evil, turned into a dead sea at this time, and the blood was so thick that it almost froze. The smell of mutton turned into a stench, making the already somewhat depressing atmosphere even more dull.

Daoist Yuding stands in front of all the Buddhist masters, Xuanyuan Huangdi stands above all the Buddhist masters; and the ruined city of Fengdu City, where the Yin Division's witches gather, ready to respond at any time.

There is no sword rattling, everything is silent, and the silence is endless.

The lowly 'sky' in the Netherworld seemed to be slowly pressing down.

Not long after, the atmosphere was extremely solemn and oppressive, and the seemingly invisible whimpering made people feel chills in the heart.

Many underworld Yin divisions with low cultivation bases find it difficult to breathe.

If you experience it carefully, this dead silence is also a kind of dao rhyme, like the dao rhyme emanating from the avenue of death, or the wail of the avenue of blood withering.

A howl suddenly broke the silence...

"Old Ancestor... Why is the Ancestor's aura gone!"

"Old Ancestor!"

All the Shuras panicked, it was the panic after losing their backbone, and it had nothing to do with the level of their cultivation.

They scrambled to the nearest crack one by one, and the small half of Shura jumped into the blood sea to search. Many figures were already kneeling by the blood sea pool, crying and howling.

Finally, the movements they made made the air in the Netherworld a little 'relaxed', at least greatly reducing the feeling of suffocation.

The strangeness of the Asuras caused a group of old monks from the Buddhist sect to change their complexions.

They were trapped here at this time, and the second leader Zhunti hadn't recovered his vitality. If Yang Jian returned from the sea of ​​blood without incident, it would really be a disaster for them!

At this time, the Buddhist monks can only pin their hopes on Yang Jian and Ming He, both of whom will be defeated, and even die together...

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time," Ran Deng said to the monks, "I'm going to stop Daoist Yuding, and you will fully protect the saint to leave the Netherworld, return to Lingshan, and start the big formation."

When he said this, Ran Deng's face was sincere and full of sorrow, and his expression was flawless.

"The ancient Buddha is not allowed," an old monk sighed, "The ancient Buddha is the mainstay of Buddhism, and the poor monk should sacrifice his life to entangle the real person Yuding, everyone, let's go."

"It's better for you and me to attack at the same time, maybe you can delay the Jade Cauldron for a while."

"Amitabha, sacrificing one's life to prove the Tao is also a practice."

Ran Deng just raised his head, and all the old Buddhist monks showed the spirit of sacrificing their lives, and looked at Master Yuding with their eyes.

At the beginning, Ran Deng, who said that he was going to fight Yu Ding desperately, moved to Zhun Ti's side with a full face, made a Buddha ceremony to Zhun Ti, and asked in a low voice: "Second Hierarch, today's things are too much to do, why don't you go back to Lingshan earlier."

"roll."

The word Zhunti popped out suddenly, and the saint who was meditating opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of golden light.

Ran Deng took half a step back, his hands condensed the light of the blue lamp Buddha, his face froze, and then he returned to his previous compassionate appearance.

On the side, a receiving disciple sneered and said, "So what if we go back to Lingshan? Does Yang Jian dare to go to Lingshan? I think the ancient Buddha wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape."

"Amitabha, the poor monk's thoughts on Buddhism, all Buddhas learn from each other!" Ran Deng replied with some grief and indignation, but the person who scolded him just laughed lightly, put his hands together, closed his eyes and rested.

Ran Deng was still talking, and was inexplicably surprised.

Sigh——

The purple-black electric dragon stretched its teeth and claws in the sky above the Netherworld, and a chilling aura began to circulate in this dark world.

Zhunti seemed to have returned to normal, and slowly stood up.

I am afraid that only this virtuous saint knows best about his injuries.

Put your hands together, the golden cassock flutters in the wind, and the place where you stand is painted with golden light; the golden light slowly diffuses, and soon envelops the Buddhist monks.

The old monks chanted together, and what they chanted was the Zhunti Dhara Sutra.

This sutra, which was originally used for blessings, was blessed by the monks with Buddhist teachings at this time, causing golden lotuses to float everywhere in the Netherworld, as if a grand ceremony was being carried out.

Click, click——

A few more electric dragons appeared in the sky above the netherworld, but this time, when interlaced lightning flashed, a black shadow appeared between the sky and the earth, and the chilling aura soared, overshadowing the Buddha's light and the golden lotus in a blink of an eye.

It was just the breath that made several old monks who were already injured vomit blood, and also made the chanting sound weaker and weaker.

The electric dragon flashed wildly, illuminating the ups and downs in the sky above the Netherworld and the ferocious underground of Wubuzhou, and it also illuminated the figure standing above the heads of the monks more and more clearly.

This is naturally not Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor. Compared with the ancient Human Sovereign who is wearing the Human Sovereign Armor and has dragon aura to protect him anytime and anywhere, this figure is a bit dark and cold, which makes people daunting.

Like a fierce ghost crawling from the abyss to claim his life, even the eminent monks who are profound in Buddhism feel timid.

Purple-black thunder continued to appear, shining on the man's long blood-stained hair; the strong but not bloated muscles seemed to contain the infinite power to shatter the world.

The place he was in was too dark, but his eyes, shining with a cold light, were still extremely bright.

Icy bright!

"Yang Jian!" A beautiful Shura female leader rushed out of the sticky sea of ​​blood and shouted sadly at the figure, "Where is my ancestor!"

"Here," Yang Jian replied calmly, released the dragon gun with his left hand, and slowly formed a water polo in his palm, and threw the water polo at the leader of the Shura clan who was shouting.

The water polo swelled against the wind, attracting many eyes.

Most people originally thought that the water polo was a supernatural power, but when the water polo swelled to half a foot in size, the shriveled corpse that seemed to be wrapped in mercury slowly emerged inside, and everyone gasped.

Patriarch Styx!

At this time, Patriarch Styx was really too miserable, as if he was a half-melted wax figure, and his skin turned into a blue paste. ——These pastes were originally flowing blood, but the blood was evaporated at this time.

This corpse has no eyes, ears, nose, beard or hair, only a terrible big mouth with two rows of sharp teeth; the broken Abi sword pierced through this mouth, and also shattered the soul of this monster corpse.

This monster is the real body of Patriarch Styx.

Patriarch Styx was originally the spirit of the sea of ​​blood, so it is reasonable for his real body to be somewhat terrifying; but Patriarch Styx, who claims that the sea of ​​blood will not dry up, will not die, ended up in such a miserable end, it is really...

Many people subconsciously glanced at the sea of ​​blood, but saw that the sea of ​​blood was calm. Although they felt that there was something less than before, it still existed.

Yang Jian's voice drifted away from the air...

"The sea of ​​blood never dries up, the Styx never dies? Heh."

The Shuras rushed to the water polo, trying to catch the corpse of Patriarch Styx, but when one of them touched the water polo, the water polo burst suddenly, and the body of Styx within it ignited strangely with black and red flames.

Is that... the fire of karma?

It never occurred to him that Styx's body would be ignited by karmic fire and turned into ashes in front of all the masters of the Shura clan.

Many unrighteous deeds will lead to self-death. Patriarch Minghe has accumulated boundless karma since ancient times. When his way was still there, the way of heaven could not touch him;

It can be regarded as retribution.

"Amitabha."

Zhun Ti clasped his palms together, and made a Buddha ceremony to the dying corpse of Patriarch Ming He.

Yang Jian's figure slowly descended from the air, holding the dragon spear in his left hand, and the Yuantu sword that was completely settled in his right hand.

More than a hundred old monks gathered around Zhunti as if they were facing a formidable enemy, looking at Yang Jian warily.

A familiar warm voice suddenly came from the side: "Can you act as a teacher?"

"No, it's good for master to rest," Yang Jian said, turning his head, and gave a slightly bitter smile to Master Yuding.

When looking at Zhunti, he no longer concealed his murderous intent.

Yang Jian said coldly: "I'm very curious, what exactly is the body of the Second Master Zhunti."

"Yang Jian, you are crazy!" Ran Deng jumped out and shouted, Yang Jian threw a sword light with his right hand, the sword light split the universe and disappeared, and appeared strangely three inches in front of Ran Deng. Before Ran Deng could react, he was cut through the golden body.

With a puff, the blood spurted from Ran Deng's mouth.

"You are going to die today, don't worry."

Yang Jian said calmly, and now he was standing opposite the Buddhist monks, taking a light breath.

Little Zhou Tian Dou Zhen...

Overwhelming Sea Formation...

The stars reflected Yang Jian's long hair dyed red by the sea of ​​blood, and the sound of the surging tide coming from his body was endless, as if Yang Jian had taken away the only vitality left by the sea of ​​blood.

Zhunti Saint's face was as gloomy as water, and he said in a low voice: "It's impossible to take a step back today?"

"If I don't rush back, will you let them go?"

Zhunti is silent.

A young monk gritted his teeth and said, "I have endured so far, but I should still be overwhelmed by Your Excellency. Is this fair to me?"

Yang Jian sneered and didn't answer. This kind of young man who felt that the whole prehistoric world owed him the title of saint didn't need to answer anything at all.

Just kill it later.

Yang Jian slowly lifted the Yuantu sword, and the sword pointed at Zhunti.

Zhunti frowned, and said coldly: "The saint is immortal, even if you and I smash the prehistoric world today, I can't help it."

"Really?" Yang Jian swayed his sword to the side, many people looked in the direction pointed by the sword, and saw two groups of red and black flames surrounded by Shura.

Yang Jian sneered and said, "The body of the guy who said that last time was almost burned up."

"Yang Jian! Don't bully people too much!" Zhunti's eyes were about to bleed, but at this moment, he completely ignored his saintliness and lowered his position.

Maybe Zhunti has been in the position of saint for too long, and he really thinks that the face of a saint is more important than the life of a saint.

Yang Jian smiled coldly and took a step forward without saying anything.

Dozens of old monks made a sudden move, it seemed that they had already negotiated through voice transmission, and when Yang Jian made any changes, these dozens of old monks formed a big Buddha seal at the same time, spouted six-character mantras, and suppressed Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his head and laughed, the laughter was full of sarcasm and sarcasm, let Buddha Yin add himself, follow his mantra, stand in the full Buddha light, just like the most powerful demon king.

Then the sword lights up;

Then the gun fell;

Yang Jian rushed forward in a hurry, afterimages appeared beside the monks, and the spear pointed at Zhunti's throat like a gust of wind.

"retreat!"

Zhunti let out a cold drink, took a sharp breath, and his body suddenly swelled up.

The saint's dharma body reappeared, but this time, the saint's dharma body was only seven feet tall, with only one head and two arms.