The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Putting on the combat boots, changing into a battle armor, and letting Xiao Lan clumsily help her to tie up her long hair, Yang Jian raised his hand and patted the back of Xiao Lan's hand, got up and hugged her for a while.

Crying is crying, when Yang Jian was about to go on an expedition, Xiao Lan still wiped away her tears and came to see him off.

A small sachet was pinned to Yang Jian's belt, and inside was a small jade talisman with the word "Ping An" engraved on it.

"Husband... Martial luck is prosperous, and the flag is triumphant."

"Wait here for me to come back, don't worry too much," Yang Jian said softly, holding her cheeks, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Xiao Lan squeezed an ugly smile, but didn't dare to say anything unlucky, and just nodded heavily.

Yang Jian gently pushed her away, with a little reluctance in his eyes, but he still walked forward.

Xiao Lan lowered her head on the spot for a while, and waited for Yang Jian to fly out of the Meishan formation, only then did she wake up like a dream, and hurried to the door, looking at Yang Jian who had already flown out of the formation.

"Husband..."

At the side, Xiao Chan'er hurried over, held Xiao Lan's precarious figure, and said softly: "Sister-in-law, brother will return safely, don't worry."

"Well, I know that my husband will definitely be fine. It has been like this many times, and this time it should be fine."

Xiao Lan spoke softly, as if comforting each other.

The fetus in the womb has been three months old, but Yang Jian can only cruelly throw her down.

Ao Xinke and Feng Wu accompanied Yang Jian, coordinating the army and taking care of Yang Jian's daily life. In fact, even if Xiao Lan followed, there was not much he could do.

But this trip, really...

Perhaps this glance is farewell.

Outside the Meishan formation, Yang Jian was blocked by figures all over the sky. They were all the immortals in the heavenly court, there were also people from Western Buddhism, and there were many monks, all of them stopped around Meishan, watching Yang Jian's figure.

"Let's go out and have a look," Xiao Lan murmured dreamily.

Yang Xiaochan didn't want to follow up to see her elder brother a few more times, she would not refuse, she helped Xiao Lan out of the Meishan formation, surrounded by dozens of experts from the Meishan lineage to escort her.

Yang Jian's flesh and blood really touched the minds of countless people.

Outside the formation, Yang Jian bowed to the surrounding monks, and all the monks silently gave way to a passage to the sky.

From behind the crowd, Li Jing's dull and hoarse voice came: "Send the leader!"

All the immortal soldiers in the sky knelt down on one knee, and Yang Jian flew over the clouds, and the soldiers and horses in the heavenly court were awe-inspiring.

They were supposed to follow them to the expedition, but because their cultivation was too low, they could only stay in the heaven and guard the prehistoric world.

Yang Jian didn't say much, and the flying wasn't too slow.

Perhaps infected by the soldiers all over the sky, all the monks bowed to Yang Jian, and those who had received Yang Jian's life and saved their relatives and friends all knelt down and saluted.

But from the beginning to the end, except for the sound of armor colliding, there was no movement at all.

Heavenly Court, nine days away, beside the Tianhe River.

Using the method of transformation, the canopy that temporarily restored its original appearance stood by the river, sighed a long time, then turned around and stepped into the mansion that had been abandoned for a long time by the Tianhe River.

This mansion used to be a place where gods come and go, and there is constant music and laughter every day.

Nowadays, things are different and people are different, the generals are gone, and most of them have died in the last catastrophe.

Many old friends who had a deep friendship were also killed and injured, but there were more than a dozen people who fell with the Jade Emperor.

For the rest, if they are not practicing retreat at this time, they are also like him, among the 'rankings' in the expedition to the eternal kingdom of God.

"I thought I would be afraid at first, but I didn't expect that I was just looking forward to it at this time," Canopy chuckled lightly, brushing the fine sand on the stone carving of the gate with his fingers. This is the sand of the Milky Way, exuding a little bit of crystal light.

"Forget it, we have nothing to worry about."

Tianpeng laughed, and suddenly thought of his master Tang Seng who did not know how to live or die, and felt that although Tang Seng was controlled by foreign demons, he treated him very well on weekdays.

He also thought of Cuilan who had been reincarnated countless times, and thought of Fairy Moon whom he had verbally molested after drinking.

On a whim, the canopy turned to look at the full moon in the clouds, and shouted at the top of its voice: "Fairy! When we come back, we must carry a big sedan chair to marry you!"

Seemingly hearing a faint cold snort, the canopy shrunk its neck, then laughed loudly, picked up the nine-toothed rakes lined up on the side, and fled towards the void outside the sky on a cloud.

On the way, I also met a few heavenly generals who had just come out of the Heavenly Court. The brothers laughed a few times, and the canopy returned to its current appearance, and they rushed to the place where the army was assembled.

...

Huaguo Mountain destroyed the small half of the mountain, but the stability of thousands of years has made this place full of vitality again.

Deep forest leads to seclusion, mountain spring and waterfall.

On a mountain top, a monkey was sitting there with its golden cudgel on its pillow. This Dinghai Shenzhen Needle, which he had re-tempered with his innate golden energy, was already comparable to ordinary innate treasures.

There is no way, the new saint doesn't have much time to polish his magic weapon.

The lotus avenue of Nezha, in addition to the fortune itself, also directly created several treasures, the four treasures, the Fire Point Spear, the Qiankun Circle, the Huntian Ribbon, and the Wind Fire Wheel.

If not, how could Nezha fight him to a draw!

The monkey gritted its teeth for a while, and the entertainment continued.

"Your Majesty! The time has come! Your Majesty!"

A few monkeys and their grandchildren called from the side. The monkey opened its eyes, turned over and jumped from the top of the mountain to the cloud, and grabbed the golden cudgel in its hand.

Look at him, walking on cloud shoes with lotus root silk on his feet, wearing a golden chain mail, wearing a purple gold crown with phoenix wings, and a fiery red cloak fluttering in the wind, his majesty is extraordinary.

"Children, guard the cave and don't run around! Wait for your grandpa to come back!"

The monkey spirits around the mountain peak all bowed down and sent off the king with one voice, which made the monkey quite satisfied.

Turning around, he walked gracefully, his figure transformed into a streak of light and went straight to the sky, without concealing his aura at all, and the rhyme of the saint's way was scattered and elegant.

Like a signal of assembly, he caused several figures in the sky and the earth to raise their heads at the same time.

The closest one is on the beach of the East China Sea, where several powerful dragon clan members gathered to take care of each other and turned into several black dragons to chase after each other.

Heavenly Court, in Li Tianwang's mansion.

Nezha randomly stuffed Yin Shiniang's snacks into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Mother, I should go. The eldest brother and the second brother will be at home from now on, so don't miss me."

"You child, how can a mother not want a son?"

Yin Shiniang was trying to smile, fearing that her emotions would affect Nezha's mood, she stuffed another package into Nezha's hands.

"Take these to eat on the road, remember to listen to your senior brother, don't try to show off your skills!"

"Yes, yes, how old am I!"

"How old is my mother's cub!" Yin Shiniang taught a lesson with a straight face, and Nezha laughed softly, and took the initiative to move forward, gently hugging his mother.

"Thank you, mother, for giving this life to the child, the child will never forget it."

Tears flashed in Yin Shiniang's eyes, but she just bit her lip, and when Nezha stepped back, she showed a kind smile.

"Mom, the baby is gone."

Nezha waved his hand, took the package, turned around and stepped out of the gate, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yin Shiniang waved her hands aside, finally supported the table, and sat down slowly.

Sighing softly, she couldn't hold back the tears after all.

Everyone knows that going here is dangerous, but what can she do as a mother? Apart from looking forward to his safe return, I can only wait for the news day and night.

Between the heaven and the earth, streamers representing the mighty and supernatural beings soared into the sky, leaving their respective auras in the prehistoric world.

On the contrary, they walked faster than Yang Jian. When Yang Jian flew out from the crowd, there were countless figures seeing them off at the gathering place that had been agreed in advance.

A ferocious warship was parked thousands of miles away, and most of the accompanying monks had already entered.

"Master!"

Zixia floated over, Yang Jian nodded slightly, motioning for her to follow behind.

Moving forward, several emperors of Huoyun Cave blocked the way forward, and they bowed to each other after they approached.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor was rarely sentimental, and sighed: "Fellow Taoist, is there a return date for this trip?"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "There is no time to return, but there is no need to worry too much. If there is nothing I can do, I will think of other ways."

Several emperors each gave a few words of advice, nothing more than to persuade Yang Jian to take care of himself, Yang Jian thanked them one by one, and took Zixia to bid farewell to Huoyun Cave and all the great talents.

There are still two groups of people blocking the way ahead, and the second wave is fellow Taoists.

Although his cultivation has already stood at the peak of the prehistoric world, Yang Jian still holds the ceremony of disciple, so it is natural for him to call him uncle and uncle.

Huanglong Taoist, Chi Jingzi, etc. were accompanying the teachings. Although Guang Chengzi pleaded with Yuanshi Tianzun several times, he was still left in the wilderness, adhering to the teachings.

"The road ahead is so difficult, you need to remember to stick to your heart, if the strong enemy is fierce, don't blindly strive for strength."

"Yes, uncle, take care too."

Yang Jian said softly, Guang Chengzi sighed with a gloomy face, and said nothing more.

After bidding farewell to the Taoist cultivators, Yang Jianfei went to the third group of people blocking the way, which were the Queen Mother and several elders in the heavenly court.

"Alliance."

The queen mother was about to speak, but Yang Jian raised her hand to stop her, which made her stop halfway.

Yang Jian said: "Don't say too much, I've made up my mind. Besides, don't be too harsh on the gods in the heavens in the future."

"Oh... follow the order of the emperor."

Emperor of Heaven...

Yang Jian smiled wryly, and turned his head to look at the world behind him.

prehistoric.

"After I go today, I'm afraid there will be a little bit of trouble."

Yang Jian murmured, and with a move with his left hand, a stone tablet rose into the sky in Central Shenzhou, and flew in front of him in a blink of an eye.

This is the stele engraved with the names of all the cultivators, but most of it has been stained red with blood.

Yang Jian made seals with his hands, and two powerful Dao rhymes penetrated into the stone tablet. Dao patterns appeared around the stone tablet.

"Where is the way of heaven!"

Yang Jian shouted softly, thunder bursts in the wilderness, and countless monks looked out of the sky.

Then, Yang Jian had a big seal in his hand, it was the Kongtong Seal that he had only used a few times!

The Kongtong seal connects the Dao of Heaven, connects the luck of the human race, and blends with the rhyme of Yang Jian's Dao, floating above the stone tablet.

"In my name, seal the town of the Three Realms! I hope that the living beings in the Three Realms will be safe forever, and the world will last forever!"

Words fell, thunder burst, and the world was completely wrapped by two strands of Dao Yun. All the cultivators looked around the sky, as if they could feel two invisible curtains, which were constantly closing.

At the same time, Xiao Lan, who was standing on the cloud, trembled slightly, her eyes showed a bit of astonishment, and then she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She has seen this scene!

she has seen...

"Husband..."

Yang Jian seemed to have heard her calling, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he turned his head and glanced again.

With a soft smile, the curtain of heaven and earth closed, and the figures of Yang Jian and the others could no longer be seen...