The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Yang Jian immediately put Qing Qing into his body, and then quickly checked the conditions of the others.

It was his first time to use the triple overlapping force. He really didn't expect the counter-shock force to be so strong, it had already exceeded the limit he could bear by too much.

This is also his own strength that can resolve most of the shocks in time.

The second overlapping force is to exert one's own strength twice, and the third overlapping force is four times...

The backlash with a force four times far greater than his own made Yang Jian feel really uncomfortable.

In the universe inside the body, Yunxiao and Yuding's faces were all a little pale, while Tianyan Daozi was wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth with a wry smile, obviously he was also seriously injured.

Ao Xinke and others have already started to take care of Qingqing.

The most important thing is how much he has hurt that Xian Kong.

There is still some kind of rupture in the void ahead, and all of Yang Jian's detection methods have been interfered with, but this rupture is rapidly recovering.

What was broken just now should be the most essential Tao and law that constitute the Chaos Sea, but it is a pity that Yang Jian has no intention to experience these.

The ice blue jelly is still...

A little disappointment flashed across Yang Jian's eyes, then he gritted his teeth, grabbed the three-pointed double-edged gun that seemed to be covered with ice crystals, and was ready to charge forward again.

It's not enough to do three overlaps at once, but as long as it can hurt the opponent, there is always the possibility of beheading the opponent.

But when Yang Jian started to move, he paused for a while.

A few stalks of the ice blue jelly grass left terrifying big holes, which were transferred to Xiankong by Xiankong at the same time...

There was a chuckle from somewhere, and the ice blue jelly was slowly retracting, and under the jelly, the figure who was clutching his chest and trying to stand up, was looking at Yang Jian with complicated eyes.

"Du...cough!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yang Jian's face was extremely solemn, knowing that the other party had recognized the origin of his supernatural power, he continued to charge forward without saying a word.

If you kill these eight powerhouses here, your chances will be greater.

But soon, Yang Jian's forward figure stopped again.

Because the situation around Xiankong is really too weird.

The moment he exerted the triple overlapping force just now, the Fifth Xeon with the severed hand had already sensed that Xian Kong could not withstand the fatal blow, and immediately rushed forward to rescue, which was caught by Yang Jian's peripheral vision.

But now, the fifth Xeon disappeared out of thin air, and the eighth Xeon, that is, the little monk in white, was also missing.

The entire void is filled with a familiar yet strange atmosphere.

"Uncle?"

Yes, this place seems to be a dreamland!

As soon as Yang Jian's voice fell, a chuckle sounded from the bottom of his heart, and the voice of Master Xuandu came, with a bit of usual laziness.

"It's me, don't say anything, kill Xiankong in the dream first, let him feel that he is really dead, so that his defense will collapse for a moment, and I will help you control his soul in time."

Yang Jian was startled, and then he didn't ask any more questions, and shot towards Xiankong.

He can only choose to believe in Xuandu, and he has to choose to believe in Xuandu.

Although he still feels that it is not that simple...

There was a bitter smile on the corner of Xiankong's mouth. At this time, he still had the strength to fight. Five of the eight avenues were broken, but he didn't move half a finger.

No matter how hard I struggle, I know that I will be defeated by Yang Jian, because this is...

"You are not dead, you are still alive!"

Xiankong sneered and said, "You know, you have hurt His Highness a lot..."

puff!

The spear pierced through Xian Kong's heart without warning, and the domineering force of the two overlapping forces continued to wreak havoc.

Xian Kong smiled wryly, his figure staggered, followed Yang Jian to draw out his spear, and slowly fell down...

"After all, I still cannot escape the fate of dying at your hands."

So simple?

Yang Jian felt that it was a little too simple, after all, he was a powerful man of the Eight Paths.

But after thinking about it, although his own combat power is a bit weaker than Xian Kong's, it is reasonable for Xian Kong to be able to sublimate his own combat power by four times his strength in an instant, and Xian Kong cannot resist it.

After all, the great realms are the same, and Xian Kong is still some distance away from the strongest of the Nine Daos, let alone make the Nine Daos return to one.

It was the identity represented by Yang Jian's supernatural power that really defeated Xiankong's Taoist heart.

Dubi, the nightmare that left Xiankong in his heart for countless years, made Xiankong unable to practice at ease after his rebirth, and Dubi had been tormenting his mind for a long time.

The ruthless man who killed the Eternal God King that Xian Kong once worshiped was the one who destroyed the Eternal God Kingdom.

Xiankong chose not to struggle anymore, but in fact, he was too afraid of Dubi.

Yang Jian didn't say much, blinked his eyes lightly, and quietly escaped from the 'dream'.

The purple-haired Meng Luo stood aside, with three figures standing behind him, the eighth strongest Jizo, the fifth strongest Changhen, and the sixth strongest who had appeared in the prehistoric world with his eldest sister before.

The three of them were silent, and there were still satisfied or peaceful smiles on the corners of their mouths.

Yang Jian suddenly shuddered.

The most powerful beings cut down in their dreams...

At this time, Meng Luo put a finger on Xiankong's neck, which seemed to be sleeping, and Xiankong's face was full of 'relief' and 'release' at this time, as if he had died in Dubi's hands again, fulfilling his wish for many years.

Meng Luo said indifferently: "Come on, use the technique I gave you to control the original soul on him."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, but hesitated.

He had to hesitate a bit, because Meng Luo at this moment, in his opinion, was indeed a little strange.

"What's the matter?" Meng Luo glanced at Yang Jian and smiled casually, "You don't know me anymore? Hurry up."

"How did you get here?"

Yang Jian let the three-pointed and two-edged gun float beside him, and his hands kept forming seals.

"The eldest sister took my real body away. She is at the critical moment of reviving her father, and she is inseparable from the second most powerful person. But my second brother suddenly calculated that Xiankong seems to be invincible to you. They have no choice but to let me bring the sixth child to support."

"So, you are on Honghuang's side after all."

"I can't tell which side I'm on," Meng Luo laughed at himself. "If I were real, I would naturally be on Honghuang's side, but if I were myself, I wouldn't have much affection for Honghuang."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, the seal seal was completed, and he pointed to Xiankong's forehead.

Meng Luo continued: "I have already arranged the rest of the plan. When you have completely controlled the soul of Xiankong, you will immediately take away my five avenues. I have carefully selected several great avenues for you."

Yang Jian frowned suddenly.

"You don't have to worry about me, this is just the body in a dream, leaving a way is enough to keep it, and it won't do me any harm."

Meng Luo loosened the shackles on Xiankong, and a black light flew out from Xiankong's forehead, which was pinched by Yang Jian's fingertips and quickly refined.

Yang Jian smiled wryly, and sighed: "As expected, you have already seen everything."

Meng Luo smiled without saying a word, and the two stared at each other silently for a while.

After a while, Meng Luo just hissed: "Finally, I have waited until this day, and everything is moving towards what I expected."

"Who is the eldest sister?"

"The only daughter of the Eternal God King, Her Highness the Princess of the Eternal God Kingdom," Meng Luo shook her head and sighed softly, "otherwise, why did she spend so much effort to resurrect the Eternal God King?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, put the light in his palm, and said to Xiankong: "Wake up."

Xian Kong's slender figure trembled slightly, then opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion.

Meng Luo said indifferently: "In order to facilitate your control, I have cleared most of his memory the moment you beheaded him in your dream. You can just give him orders directly."

"Why are the others not subdued?" Yang Jian asked back.

Meng Luo turned his head and glanced at the three corpses behind him, and said calmly: "It's useless, it's better to die. Why, don't you still have good thoughts about these culprits who are constantly destroying the visible world?"

Yang Jian shook his head slowly, and sat down cross-legged. His injuries had almost recovered.

"Go to recover from the injury and guard the gate outside," Yang Jian said to Xiankong.

"Yes," Xiankong bowed to accept the order, and then flew to the side, standing still and concentrating.

Meng Luo sat in front of him, and a branch of plum blossom appeared behind him. With a slight shake, the plum blossom transformed into the rhyme of six avenues.

These six avenues are manifested in the form of pagodas, lotus platforms, and square tripods.

These three ways of suppressing oneself can make oneself indestructible, which can be regarded as strengthening Yang Jian's defense.

There are also two avenues, the way of killing and the way of destruction, which are respectively projected into a long spear and a flag.

Like picking fruit at random, Meng Luo peeled off his avenues one by one.

This process seems simple, but in fact it is extremely complicated. Meng Luo has already made preparations before, and now he only needs to endure great pain to complete the last step.

But Meng Luo was always smiling, and the avenues were separated, wrapping around Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian did not resist these, and initially refined these avenues one by one.

Meng Luo spoke with a weak voice, and said in a low voice, "I will take you into a dream, so that you can master these five avenues in the shortest possible time."

"Uncle..."

Meng Luo waved his hand, but this time it was a bit laborious, leading Yang Jian into a dream that was no different from his surroundings.

In the dream, the long years can be turned into a moment, and Meng Luo's only remaining avenue is for this purpose.

It seems that as long as Yang Jian's strength can be enhanced and Yang Jian is allowed to end all this, Meng Luo will die here immediately without any resentment.

Yang Jian felt a little depressed in his heart, but this was the only result he could accept.

Even if Meng Luo lost five avenues, at least Meng Luo is still alive; if his master and Yun Xiao donate their avenues, it will only end in fall.

Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart, constricting himself one by one, starting from the way of killing.

These five avenues are quite suitable for him, and the entry is also very fast.

But after Yang Jian took control of three avenues in a row, he suddenly thought of something...

"In order to find these five great ways, how many saints did Master kill?"

Meng Luo said indifferently: "Over a hundred."

Yang Jian closed his eyes and sighed softly, but did not comment, and began to understand the fourth way.

Finally, the five avenues were initially controlled by Yang Jian, and he stood up.

Although it is only a preliminary control, he is already a real strongman of the seven paths, but he cannot fully exert the power of the five paths.

Yang Jian clenched his fists slightly, feeling a sense of power he had never had before, and his eyes were full of fighting intent.

In the bottom of my heart, I was immediately deducing the fourth step of the supernatural power that I had realized on my own.

Four overlapping forces, the ultimate sublimation of eight times the force!

final battle...

"Well."

Meng Luo suddenly trembled, and the dreams around him were quickly dissipating, and Yang Jian soon saw the bodies of the three strongest men again.

Meng Luo looked down at his chest, where a big hole was opened strangely.

And Meng Luo smiled wryly, and sighed: "Forget it, I still died in their hands."

"Uncle?"

"It's just that the real body has been destroyed," Meng Luo waved his hand, "Go ahead and kill him all the way. If the Eternal God King really wakes up, even if you become the strongest of the Nine Paths right now, you won't be able to beat the opponent's half move."

Before the words fell, Meng Luo's figure had begun to disintegrate.

There was a bit of unbearable in Yang Jian's eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch it, but stopped again.

Meng Luo chuckled, and the light and rain gradually passed away.

"It's really my only regret not being able to see the next scene with my own eyes...Yang Jian..."

do not blame me……