The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

After three pots of wine, his blood was surging, and the slight drunkenness made Yang Jian less worried.

Wen Qingling...

If I had been as unscrupulous as I am today, and could respond to her feelings one more time, maybe I wouldn't feel so regretful today.

What happened to her, was her consciousness swallowed by the primordial spirit of the most powerful person, and could she meet her again?

All these things really disturbed Yang Jian.

But the upset is the upset, Yang Jian is not disturbed, and the next battle is to decide the fate of Honghuang, and he can't delay all living beings in Honghuang because of these personal affairs.

It would be great if Wen Qingling was also a member of the crowd, and she wouldn't have to bear such self-blame.

Dubi, dubi, why didn't you wipe out all the remnants of the strongest man back then, and left him so many troubles.

Could it be that his reincarnation was clearly arranged? From the earth's hometown, the soul traveled through the prehistoric, experienced many hardships, step by step to today, and has to correct the subtle deviations left by Dubi in the past.

Yes, the nine strongest...

Nine.

How can I soar into the sky at this time? The time for cultivating Taoism is so short, let alone the accumulated accumulation.

If he had already arranged everything properly in his previous life, then why does he still have no confidence in his heart now...

Boom!

Suddenly hearing the sound of war drums, Yang Jian's spirit suddenly brightened.

rumbling...

At the platform of worshiping the general, hundreds of strong men fought wildly, and the whole prehistoric scene was filled with the sound of drums. A monk opened his eyes and looked forward one after another.

arrive?

arrive!

Suddenly, the sound of horns came from outside the sky, which was the order for the Chaos Spirit Race to march.

Ahead, the chaotic atmosphere that had been tumbling suddenly disappeared, and Nanfang Buzhou broke into a void, and the surrounding area was completely dark.

The void area around the prehistoric world!

Many cultivators stood up, sweeping forward with their spiritual consciousness, and those great powers suddenly changed their colors. Many Daxiu who had seen the prehistoric situation at this time raised their heads and sighed, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Although I already knew about the extinction of life in Wubuzhou, but I came here and saw with my own eyes that the originally vibrant world of cultivation has turned into such a dead place...

"Xu Mo deceived me like this!"

"Pundao will be smashed with them today! I want to take back the prehistoric world!"

"There is no greater hatred in my life than this. If you and I lose again today, what face will we have to meet these thousands of creatures!"

The monks are not lacking in righteousness, but most of the time their fighting skills have nothing to do with right and wrong.

Yang Jian also stood up and walked to the edge of Nanfang Buzhou, his eyes revealed a divine light, staring at the dead prehistoric land.

Yun Xiao's figure appeared next to Yang Jian, also without saying a word.

The sound of drums bursts, and the sound of horns is vast.

The army of the spirit tribe quickly formed a formation, and a master of the spirit tribe also formed a large formation.

The figures of the ancient saints appeared on the top of the Taiji diagram, and all the great powers followed one after another. Taoist masters, Buddhist monks, heavenly warriors, Chaotian Pavilion worshipers, and prehistoric casual cultivators all had solemn faces and held killing treasures.

The prehistoric land was slowly approaching, Yang Jian raised his hand and released the map of mountains and rivers, and saw that the treasure map was strong against the wind, and finally stretched in front of Nanfangbuzhou, wrapped the northernmost side of Nanfangbuzhou, and then rushed towards the flood.

After half an hour.

There was a bang, and the sky was full of rays of light!

The map of mountains, rivers, and land returned to Yang Jian in a flash of light, and the entire prehistoric Wubuzhou land was put together again. Although many land lines extending northward in Nanfangbuzhou were still cut off, the land and mountains were barely joined together.

Yang Jian raised his spear high, raised his arms violently, and the drum beat stopped for a while.

"Xu Mo! How dare you fight!"

Yang Jian's loud shouts echoed in the dead world, and all the monks were silent, but the anger and fighting spirit in their eyes almost gushed out.

"I'll force them to show up," Yun Xiao said in a low voice, and raised his finger to point somewhere outside the sky, with a gleam of light lingering around his fingertips.

"Hold on."

Tianyan Daozi's voice came from behind, and Yun Xiao paused for some reason.

At this moment, a gleam of moonlight flowed between the sky and the earth, splashing on the wild land; the monks looked up, but saw a bright moon in the sky, and above the bright moon, two phantoms of a woman who were ten thousand feet tall could be seen, dancing under the laurel tree.

Chang'e Fairy? Why are there two?

"It's Chang'e and Xihe," Tianyan Daozi said in a low voice, Yang Jian and Yunxiao were both thoughtful.

Not long after, the moon returned to the west and slowly set towards the horizon, and at the moment the moon set, the sound of the Golden Crow's crowing came from Dongsheng Shenzhou, and a sun star that seemed to be smaller by a circle was slowly rising!

With the Golden Crow rising to the east, the way of heaven has recovered?

No, this is not Honghuang's original sun star, it is really a living Golden Crow inside, and it is blessed with the power of heaven at this time!

Land pressure?

Yang Jian looked at Tianyan Daozi, Tianyan Daozi nodded with a wry smile, and then made a gesture of please.

With the appearance of Jinwusheng and Yuegui, the monks in the wilderness seemed to have a sustenance, and they were a little more calm, but the fighting spirit was still absent, and the anger in their hearts was directly exposed to the bleak scene of the wilderness, and became more intense.

Yun Xiao raised his slender hand again, with a cloud of mist wrapped around his fingertips, pointing to somewhere outside the sky.

In the next moment, clouds and smoke filled the sky, seeming to trap somewhere on the edge of the Chaos Sea.

"snort!"

A cold snort resounded in the sky, shaking the ears of all the cultivators, but they saw boundless black air suddenly gushing out from the sky, covering half of the world in an instant.

Amidst the black air, ghosts were crying and howling wolves, there were many ghosts, and there was an army of resurrected people who seemed familiar, and there were countless quasi-sacred breaths rising and falling one after another.

The resurrected army!

Nothing old!

Sure enough, they are all hidden here!

If Yunxiao hadn't forced them to come out, as long as these ambush soldiers waited for Honghuang to relax and the cultivators were a little scattered, they would attack directly, and within a short time, Honghuang would be plunged into a place of eternal doom.

But fortunately, Yun Xiao forced them to come out, making Xu Mo's long-prepared calculations come to nothing.

It can't be said that Yunxiao's eyes are as sharp as knitting, but the main thing is that the big guy standing behind Yunxiao plays Xu Mo without any pressure.

"All the troops listen to the order!"

Yang Jian yelled: "Today, we will fight to the death, take back the prehistoric world, and destroy the strongest!"

All the heavenly generals responded in unison: "Here!"

Countless monks shouted loudly: "Good!"

Yang Jian took a breath, looked at Yunxiao, and his figure took off! Yun Xiao also did not fall behind Yang Jian, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yang Jian in the sky.

The two made a gesture to slaughter the resurrected army, but Xu Mo's figure appeared strangely a hundred feet away, and with a wave of his big hand, he was about to capture the two of them at the same time.

Yang Jian took the initiative to move forward, and the spear made a series of spear shadows, and the nine big beads behind him shone brightly on his back!

Bursting with supernatural powers, the power of the gods is booming!

That big hand was directly crushed!

Xu Mozi would not let the fighting method affect the resurrected army he had worked so hard to build, and directly turned the world around, and the figures of Yang Jian and Yang Jian disappeared in front of the two armies.

Yun Xiao had an extra dagger in his hand, and just as he was about to move forward, Venerable Earth and Venerable Water flew out and took Yun Xiao down as well.

Yunxiao used her supernatural powers, but she directly formed a cloud of mist, and the earth and water venerables were covered by her supernatural powers without much resistance.

"You really underestimated me," Yun Xiao said with a cold expression on his face, and in a blink of an eye he started to use his ultimate move, intending to bury these two underlings of Xu Mo at the very beginning of the battle.

However, Venerable Soil said in a cold voice: "It's the fellow Taoist who underestimated us."

Yun Xiao's face suddenly became a little dignified.

I saw that her Yunmeng supernatural power had somehow thickened the clouds and mist, and when driving these clouds and mist by herself, it was a bit difficult and obscure.

Taking a closer look, I saw that the old woman of the Water Venerable was waving the wooden stick in her hand, making streams of water mist, which mixed into the surrounding clouds...

Then the old woman said with a smile: "I have fought several times with fellow daoists, how can the master not find the flaws in the supernatural powers of fellow daoists? If you can hand over your way today, the master may be happy in his heart and let these creatures go."

"Really?" The coldness in Yun Xiao's eyes became more and more serious, and her greatest reliance on power was greatly reduced. In terms of realm alone, she was only a line higher than the Venerable Earth and the Venerable Water. She really did not have the 'qualification' to retain more great saints.

The Earth Venerable shouted softly, his shield and sword intersected, and he charged straight at him. The old woman of the Water Venerable also followed suit, blessing the Earth Venerable one by one with anacondas.

The two started a fierce attack on Yunxiao, which forced Yunxiao to be too scruples, and could only lead the battle to the sky.

But fortunately, Yun Xiao has already lured away two more difficult figures, and the prehistoric saints are not at a disadvantage. After all, those revived Dao sages have relatively high levels of cultivation and supernatural powers.

Sing loudly and sing Nine Heavens, and the four swords of Zhu Xian break through the air.

The Master Tongtian was magnificent, and the Blood Demon Tu Wujing snorted coldly, and went directly to meet him, but he also knew that Master Tongtian's swordsmanship was formidable, so he did not underestimate this virtuous saint.

But Tu Wujing hadn't collided with the leader of Tongtian, but when he heard a bell, the figure of the blood demon stopped for a moment.

Daozi Tianyan fell from the top, and slapped Tu Wujing with his palm; the four swords of Zhu Xian, the leader of Tongtian sect, all flashed their sword lights, and shot towards Tu Wujing.

It's a pity that the other party is not a fool, he would just look at Tu Wujing and get hit hard.

Venerable Aoki waved his sleeve robe, a little sword light rescued Tu Wujing, Tu Wujing also hurriedly retreated, and shouted behind him: "What are you waiting for?"

More than a dozen sage rhymes swept up, and these saints under Xu Mo rushed out immediately.

On the contrary, all the sages of the prehistoric and desolate held their own treasures and greeted them forward.

Taiqing Lao Tzu recalled the Taiji diagram, sacrificed the astrolabe with his backhand, and covered all the saints in it, and another big battle broke out.

And outside the astrolabe, an unknown senior shouted angrily: "Kill all these evil bastards!"

A group of prehistoric powers burst into anger, turned into streams of light, and with a shocking aura, they went towards the revived quasi-sages.

For a moment, the light flickered between the heaven and the earth, the sea of ​​Taoism continued to roar, and the avenues that had not yet unfolded between the heaven and the earth began to collide, and the light of countless spiritual treasures and magical powers illuminated the prehistoric world.

This time the battlefield was changed to Central China.

The mighty fighters fought their way, and those who forced the army could only line up in the air close to the ground.

Although Venerable Aoki was trapped in the astrolabe, he was still able to command the overall situation at this time, because he left an avatar outside...

Dual-purpose, without the slightest bit of reluctance.

The resurrected army set up another five-permanent formation, but this time, they could only form a defensive position.

Because the prehistoric monks who arranged the battle formation faster than them had already flown out of Nanbubuzhou in mighty force, covering the sky and covering the mountains and plains, heading straight for the resurrected army from the south, east, and west.

Out of the sky, batch after batch of strange-looking spirit clan troops rushed towards the enemy, and a famous spirit clan master broke into the powerful battle situation.

reinforcements?

What reinforcements are left?

Honghuang's tactic this time is to start the game with a high pressure on the whole line!

Fight to the death!