The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"What do you think, can Honghuang win this time?"

"Bodhisattva, I only know what has happened and what is happening, and I don't know what hasn't happened yet."

At the top of the golden pagoda, the young monk in white clothes heard the words of Di Ting, with a slight smile in his eyes, he continued to stand by the window, looking towards the direction of Fengdu City.

"What's going to happen next is really something to look forward to," said the white-clothed monk with a warm smile that made people completely unsuspecting, and the surroundings seemed to be brighter.

The beast on the side didn't move its mouth, but the voice echoed in Dizang's ears:

"The Bodhisattva still needs to remember that those above will definitely not allow the Bodhisattva to let Xu Mo go, and watch him have an accident. Moreover, Tai Su's power of life, the power of life in this half of the world before, is in Xu Mo's hands at this time."

"It's long-winded. Don't worry, although I don't like that Xu Mo, but always, Taoist friends are hard to find, and I won't let him go. It's just that it will inevitably make him suffer. I know that some people are not in the limelight, some are strong, and they can't show off."

Di Ting's head slowly dropped, crawling there without saying a word.

Ksitigarbha squinted his eyes slightly, standing there seemed to be feeling the gusts of wind blowing from Fengdu City, the closer he was to the flood, the more comfortable the smile on his mouth became.

...

Nanfangbuzhou is only hundreds of thousands of miles away from the prehistoric Wubuzhou, and it will return to the prehistoric Wubuzhou in two days.

Even mortals are beginning to notice the unusualness of this world. Most likely, they will always see clouds floating in the sky one after another, and occasionally there will be some human figures appearing on the clouds.

Fortunately, at this time, the emperor in the mundane world is a wise king, and the mundane land lives and works in peace and contentment without much turmoil.

It is not a bad thing that the common people burn incense diligently at home, and it can also bless Nanfang Buzhou with a little bit of mind power.

In the north of Nanfangbuzhou, an army of millions of monks stood on their swords and were waiting for their swords. At this time, there was no sound, and they all sat cross-legged in their respective positions.

They can immediately form a large formation when they stand up. In fact, they seem to be relaxing at this time, but they are not relaxing at all.

The survival of Honghuang depends largely on the millions of monks in the main battle formation. They are carefully selected to fight against the main force of the strongest resurrected army and Xu Mo's generals. Even if there are countless monks beside them, their overall combat power cannot be compared with them.

In the center of the battle formation, Li Jing was sitting on a seat, which was placed on the general's platform, surrounded by a strong man with a solemn face, holding a drumstick, watching the actions of Li Jing, the Generalissimo of soldiers and horses.

To this day, Li Jingshang feels that he is not the most suitable commander in battle.

In the Battle of the Conferred Gods, he was not the best marshal, but he was more balanced in all aspects of his ability, cautious in doing things, and made no mistakes.

The Jade Emperor also saw this in him back then, so he was promoted all the way, so that the name of King Tota Li could be resounded throughout the world.

Yang Jian often has a plan before the battle, but he can't take command and charge into the battle at the same time; comparing the two, there is still a substitute for the one who controls the overall situation, and the only ones who can compete with the strongest are Yang Jian and Yun Xiao.

"If His Majesty is not dead..."

Li Jing murmured, and then smiled wryly.

If the Jade Emperor did not die that day, even if he was seriously injured, he would be more suitable for this position than himself at this time.

In all fairness, this position is really not that easy to do. If I make a wrong decision for a moment, I may become a sinner for the ages.

through the ages? What is the foot of the ages!

However, if this hurdle can be overcome, the heavens will be re-established, and the wilderness will be restored, just thinking about it will be a scene that makes people yearn for.

Sighing slowly, Li Jing took out a scroll of letters from the exquisite pagoda beside him. This was actually an ancient book that he liked to read most when he was the commander-in-chief in Chentangguan.

Xuanyuan Bing Ce, signed by Xuanyuan Huangdi.

Many of Li Jing's strategies of war are all starting from this ancient book, integrating his own perceptions, and gradually condensing them.

It's not that Li Jing didn't think about asking Xuanyuan Huangdi to come and command the battle together, but Xuanyuan Huangdi categorically denied that he had ever written a military book.

‘How can you fight bloody battles without the company of beauties? '

These are the original words of Xuanyuan Huangdi, which also made Li Jing shut his mouth tightly, so as not to delay his fate.

On the contrary, Suirenshi, the Emperor of Heaven, told Li Jing a few words about the battle formation, showing his extraordinary talents; but Suirenshi was also a powerful expert on his own side, and Suirenshi also wished to fight against the masters of the most powerful men, rather than come to the rear to command the overall situation.

This is also the trust of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors in Li Jing.

Li Jing's performance in the last battle was quite satisfactory. Thinking about who his opponent was, such a satisfactory performance was very rare.

Venerable Aoki, one of the five venerables under Xu Mo, once helped Xu Mo overthrow the Tai Su Realm.

Li Jing was able to compete with Venerable Aoki in the air, because Li Jing did not try to make extraordinary achievements, did not take extraordinary risks, and relied on this law-abiding.

Looking away from the book of war in his hand, Li Jing was thinking worriedly, this time, I don't know what kind of big formation that Venerable Qingmu will come up with. Last time, the Wuchang big formation really gave the monks a head-on blow, and they were almost powerless to fight back.

If Honghuang also had a sage who could integrate cultivation, perception of formation, wisdom and strategy, and overall control, there might be a little more chance of winning.

"marshal!"

At the side, there was a general who jumped down from the clouds, ran over in a hurry, and knelt behind Li Jing on one knee, "Master Sage sent someone to invite you! Let you go to the sky to have an audience!"

Li Jing frowned slightly, he really shouldn't act rashly at this time, after all, he might encounter an enemy at any time.

But how could he refuse the invitation of the sage?

At that moment, Li Jing stood up, summoned a few veterans of the Heavenly Court from the audience, and asked them to support him here, so that he could go straight to the sky.

Before the last war, thanks to the infusion of the power of heaven, Li Jing's cultivation level was forcibly promoted to quasi-sage. But his cultivation realm is not stable, and he just has the airs of a quasi-sage, without the strength of a quasi-sage.

When flying high in the sky, Li Jing couldn't help but glance around.

At this time, all the monks have gone to the north, and the sky is clear and the earth is bright here.

The heavy pressure in Li Jing's heart suddenly eased a bit, he let out a breath of foul air slowly, now he went out for a walk to relax, and he was also interested in the next battle.

"Li Tianwang!"

A call came from the side, and Li Jing felt a little familiar, so he couldn't help turning his head to look.

But I saw that it was the old barefoot immortal from the original Tiantingsu, who was flying over in a hurry on the cloud, and bowed to Li Jing, "Don't go, Li Tianwang, don't go, Li Tianwang, please arrange an errand for me, although we..."

Before the words finished, the barefoot fairy had already flown in front of Li Jing, and with a flattering smile, he grabbed Li Jing's arm.

Li Jing frowned slightly, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

When will the Barefoot Immortal show such a smile?

"Look..."

Li Jing suddenly shouted: "Who are you!"

While yelling and cursing, Li Jing's body gushed out a wave of mana, and his arm also shook violently.

But the sharpness in the eyes of the 'Barefoot Immortal' flashed past, and the left hand holding Li Jing was like an iron hoop. Li Jing, who was a quasi-sage in the realm, couldn't break free at this moment!

The lingering sound of Li Jing's yelling and cursing was still there, and the 'Barefoot Immortal' stabbed Li Jing's heart with a bloody dagger in his right hand.

Seeing the blood blade, Li Jing's hair stood on end, but he couldn't react at all...

but!

A ray of jade light descended from the sky, and the universe seemed to be closed for a moment.

Then there was a soft sound, and a sheathed sword stood straight in front of Li Jing, barely blocking the blood blade.

"Damn it!"

The 'Barefoot Immortal' scolded angrily, but the reaction was extremely quick. The dagger turned around and stabbed at Li Jing's arm. It seemed that as long as the blood blade could touch Li Jing, Li Jing's life could be killed.

But if this person stabbed Li Jing's arm in the first place instead of greed to the heart, then no one could stop him.

At this time, after being blocked, he wanted to change his tactics, but it was already too late.

"Li Tianwang! Offend!"

The woman's soft reprimand came from the side, and before Li Jing could recover, the sheathed sword was unsheathed half an inch in front of him, and the sword light burst!

Bang!

Then there was a pain in the arm, and the arm grabbed by the other party was cut off neatly at the elbow like a swipe of sword light cutting tofu! At the same time, the sword light also directly forced the 'Barefoot Immortal' back!

A slender hand grabbed Li Jing's collar and threw him directly backward; then the owner of the slender hand spun half a circle like a dance, and already held the dangling sword in his hand.

Before the three thousand blue silks fell down, the sound of Qingyue's sword resounded through the sky!

Blocking knives, cutting hands, saving people, and rushing forward are all done in one go, and they are just in the blink of an eye.

When the fairy suddenly appeared with a spirit sword in his hand, leaving afterimages in the air, hundreds of icicles were shot out with a single sword, directly enveloping the sneak attacking person in the sword...

Li Jing just came back to his senses at this time, and smiled wryly while covering the wound on his arm.

He really doesn't know how to fight.

The one who came to rescue him was none other than Zixia who happened to go to the Saint's Courtyard to get her sword and was going back to Nanfangbuzhou to participate in the next battle.

The gleam of jade light just now was also the Dao Yun cast by the real Yuding who sent Zixia here, which froze the attacker for a moment.

This little fairy was fighting fiercely with a sword at this time, but she was overwhelmingly 'oppressing', and in the midst of changing moves, the 'barefoot fairy' was already covered in blood, and she was about to be unable to parry.

"Hmph! Yingying's light, delusional to fight with the master! You will be doomed forever!"

The 'Barefoot Immortal' cursed a few times, and the blood blade in his hand stabbed back at his throat.

Zixia calmly tapped the sword light three times, and the arm of the 'Barefoot Immortal' was cut off by the sword light, but he still pierced the skin of his throat with the dagger, and a drop of blood flowed out.

In the next scene, Zixia couldn't help pursing her lips for a while.

In the blink of an eye, the blood blade turned into an extremely ferocious beast with a big mouth. With one mouthful, it swallowed the upper body of the 'Barefoot Immortal', and then shattered itself violently.

Zixia returned with a sword in her hand, fearing that the blood and flesh splashed everywhere would be poisonous, the spirit sword in her hand emitted a bright white light, and she used a kind of sword intent to 'steam dry' all the flesh and blood falling from the sky...

"Is this Senior Barefoot Immortal?"

Zixia muttered in a low voice.

Li Jing snorted in pain, and then Zixia remembered that there was another person she had hurt. She turned around nervously, and quickly swooped down, picking up half of Li Jing's arm.

"Well, why don't you try to see if you can install it, uncle..."

Li Jing could only smile wryly for a while.

PS: Today is another day of working hard to explode~