The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Looking at the arc of light that left the ax blade and split the heavy light curtains, as well as the dozens of arrays of light shining on Taoshan Mountain.

Yang Jian was in a trance, and vaguely saw some scenes in that small courtyard...

'Mother, why don't you go out for a walk? It's busy outside. '

‘Mother wants to cook for Jian’er and brother at home, go, wash your dirty hands first, have you forgotten the rules mother taught you? '

Yang Jian couldn't tell whether it was what he saw, the original memory of this body, or the picture he had really experienced and remembered in his heart.

'He' should be another Yang Jian, but if he really wants to divide, that is also part of Yang Jian's past at this time.

Now that the body and soul are united, how can they be separated?

He remembered that from the age of three or four, his gentle father always taught him poetry and songs, but in the afternoon, his mother would teach him some fairy arts.

‘Mom, what is the spell? Why learn magic? Why did dad say that as long as you memorize poems and read books, you will be favored by a woman like you when you grow up? '

'Your father was lucky to be picked up by mother. In this world, if you don't have the strength to protect yourself and your family, you will have a hard time, and it will be difficult to live with peace of mind. '

‘Mother, is it because her spells are not powerful that she dare not go out on the street? '

'Silly boy……'

'mother! I will practice spells well! When I grow up, I must protect my mother! '

The little boy, sitting on his mother's lap, said so swearingly.

Her smile at that time emerged in Yang Jian's mind. It was so beautiful, it dazzled people, and made him feel at ease.

However, it seems that just a few years after I finished saying this, the situation suddenly changed without warning, and the sky general rushed into the courtyard and took away the blooming orchid...

The appearance of a woman who pleases herself should be Yaoji's most beautiful years.

Is it really worthwhile to exchange ten years of tranquility for five hundred years of suffering?

Yang Jian really wanted to ask Yao Ji this question last time, but as a son of man, he couldn't ask...

Some things are not worth it or not, only want and don't want, can and can't, willing and unwilling.

She is willing.

What else can be said about this?

The arc of light from the mountain-opening ax broke through the large formations of heavenly soldiers one after another, and figures fell and flew, and blood spattered...

Time seemed to be slowing down, and Yang Jian was in a trance. It seemed that under the tree in the small courtyard, the fairy who was stained with dust and was so beautiful was dancing slowly.

The handsome scholar was playing the jade flute beside him, and there was a soft singing voice...

'A quiet girl is a prostitute, let me take care of her...Tong takes care of Youwei, saying she is beautiful. '

'From herding to catkins, beautiful and different...The beauty of a bandit girl is the beauty of a beauty...'

Its voice is Qiqi, and its language is Yanyan.

The sound of the flute gradually faded away, and that scene also quietly disappeared in front of my eyes.

Ahead, the arc of light from the ax blade hit Taoshan.

Light and shadow flickered, and the entire heaven seemed to be trembling slightly.

Dozens of formations, most of which were shattered; but the arc of light that Yang Jian activated with the power of burning blood was also wiped out of the last power, turning into a little bit of brilliance.

"ah!"

Yang Jian raised his head and roared like a trapped animal.

The power of burning blood is still there!

His body, his blood, and his soul are all burning!

Second axe!

Chop down brazenly!

A fiery arc of light lit up between the sky and the earth! The arc of light connects the sky and the earth!

Yang Jian's face was illuminated by the arc of light, and the flames around him gradually extinguished, and he staggered weakly again, but stubbornly did not fall down.

He was waiting, watching, seeing if the arc of light could split Taoshan...

Can? Yang Jian was waiting, as were the surrounding heavenly generals who had stopped making moves, and the immortals in the heavenly court were also waiting.

rumbling...

The heavenly court trembled again, and the peach mountain was implicated in the great formation of the heavenly court, and rays of light were reflected on it!

This is the formation set up on Taoshan, which is killing the power of this blow!

Layer after layer, like an ax chopping on the layers of cotton wool, although it is destroyed, the cotton wool is also broken layer by layer...

Finally, the light of the formation exploded, and the arc of light finally cut on the bare rocky mountain!

boom!

The stone mountain was actually broken into two halves, and the two halves of the huge stone mountain collapsed towards the sides!

Yang Jian was shocked, his eyes widened, and he waited quietly.

Taoshan split open suddenly, and the peerless figure stood there alone, illuminated by the light wall touched by the arc of light.

Yao Ji!

The long hair was fluttering, the face was peaceful, and there was a little smile on the corner of the mouth, and the two small hands were folded in front of him, looking at Yang Jian and Yang Xiaochan.

"Mother..." Yang Xiaochan had already shed tears, and layers of mist appeared in her red and swollen eyes, "Mother!"

"Chan'er..."

Yao Ji wept with joy, a tear ran down her cheek, looking at her daughter whom she saw for the first time five hundred years later, she couldn't bear the pain of longing in her heart.

The light wall in front of her remained motionless, and the tremors in all parts of the heaven gradually calmed down.

Not enough, not enough power!

The power of the mountain ax is not enough!

Yang Jian's breath trembled, and he held the mountain-breaking ax tightly with both hands, leaning on the mountain-breaking ax to support his body, the unwillingness, reluctance, and disbelief in his heart made him unable to hold his head up and howl.

"Jian'er..."

Yao Ji couldn't say anything to make Yang Jian stop at this time, she knew that her son had risked his life for her, how could she say discouraged words?

He was covered in blood, and he couldn't even stand up. His loose hair was sticking to his body. He looked so embarrassed and distressed.

I have never done anything for these two children, but they have done so much for themselves...

Yao Ji raised her head slightly, tears rolled down her smooth chin, her white clothes fluttered, she raised her hand and slapped Yubi!

boom!

Her body was blown away by the counterattack, but a blue light flashed, and a small cauldron appeared above her head, emitting a little brilliance, gently surrounding her body.

Yu Ding made a move, and according to Yang Jian's words, protected Yao Ji.

"Mother!" Yang Jian shouted with great difficulty, his voice was a little trembling, but he shouted at the split peach mountain: "Don't move!"

Yao Ji immediately lay down on the ground, not daring to move, for fear of making Yang Jian miss her even more.

Yang Jian was out of breath, holding the mountain ax with both hands, his eyes swept over the surrounding heavenly generals who wanted to move forward.

With just one glance, all the figures around stopped, and no one dared to move forward.

He still has one move, and the last move, which is the greatest blessing given to him by Empress Houtu's blood, and it is also Yang Jian's last reliance on daring to split the mountain.

Kai Tiandao rhyme.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches cast the Great Formation of All Gods and Gods, which can condense Pangu's real body, split the demon court, and shatter the world. Only the real Zhoutian Star Dou Formation and the Eastern Emperor Bell can resist it.

Empress Houtu was born from the blood of Pangu, and she originally assumed the position of her arm in the formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals.

But this dao rhyme is too strong, too obscure, and difficult to understand. Yang Jian has not yet reached the realm, so he can't fully grasp it, and he doesn't know when he will be able to use this move.

But today, he couldn't wait for chance.

Even if he burns all his blood, he only has the strength for the last blow.

Can we only pin our hopes on the illusory fate?

No, not by luck, he has to fight, fight, fight!

Closing his eyes, Yang Jian tried his best to recall the huge figure that Zeng Jinghong had glimpsed. It was the phantom of Pangu. He had appeared twice when he got the blood of the ancestor witch.

Gradually, the phantom really appeared in his heart. Yang Jian was shocked, but he didn't dare to have too many emotional ups and downs. He closed his eyes and felt the Tao rhyme contained in the phantom.

Only by contemplating Pangu can one realize the immensity of the world, the insignificance of one's own body, and the difficulty of opening the sky.

But, why did God Pangu open the sky?

Why did the omnipotent Kaitian God die from exhaustion?

The rumors in the history of the prehistoric period are that the God Pan Gu realized his own way and was driven by the way, so he opened up the world.

That's not right! That's too general and too vague!

Pangu can divide yin and yang, kill three thousand innate gods and demons, and draw this world in the chaos of primordial chaos!

The way of heaven is born because of it, the avenue is orderly because of it in the prehistoric, and all things are born because of it, and all spirits can take care of this world!

How can this kind of existence be driven by the Dao?

Others don't understand, but Yang Jian knows, the shout echoing in his mind!

Walk alone!

Pangu opened the sky, there must be a purpose!

Pan Gu died of exhaustion supporting the world. After death, his spine remained unyielding and turned into Buzhou Mountain, supporting the world for countless years...

What is it for, that he would rather die from exhaustion than give up this world?

Why……

"Why……"

Yang Jian muttered, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was interrogating the vast giant with his hands up to the sky through endless time and space!

There is no answer.

This is bound to have no answer.

However, Yang Jian felt it again, the unyielding will, the will that would rather die from exhaustion than withdraw his hands and move his legs!

Pangu, all that is left is the will carried by that sentence of eight or nine profound arts!

Walk alone! who but me!

Boom!

Yang Jian's body seemed to be poured with oil, and he was suddenly ignited. Gray flames rose up, and his blood rushed into the sky like wolf smoke!

The mountain-opening ax burst into a fiery light! The headless strong man manifested, and was directly blasted to pieces, turning into a ball of blood dance, which merged into the mountain axe!

Yang Jian raised the mountain ax with both hands!

"ah--"

It looks like a madman, with tiny blood vessels bursting everywhere in its body!

There are no moves, no supernatural powers, just a Dao rhyme, an unyielding fighting spirit that reverberates between the heavens and the earth!

The world seems to be shaking!

The stars are extinguished, and the sun and the moon are dimmed.

The immortals trembled, and the power was speechless!

With a simple vertical chop, the mountain-opening ax in Yang Jian's hand drew a simple trajectory, carrying all his strength, all his energy, all his painstaking efforts, and erupted with one blow!

The land of heaven and earth that the ax blade crossed, directly turned into a vacuum!

A white arc of light bloomed a hundred feet away in front of Yang Jian, but then, the arc of light became extremely bright, and bombarded towards the vast sealing formation of the heavenly court!

It seems to split the world, almost to reset the yin and yang!