The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 It was originally a wild mountain, and a figure was galloping in the mountains, and the ridge of one hundred feet high could be turned over by a few jumps.

　　If there are monks observing in the air, they will inevitably be frightened, mistakenly thinking that it is a humanoid beast running in the mountains.

　　 This is naturally Yang Jian. He looked for the red sky, because there was the direction of the big city. Maybe the fire started in the big city.

When running fast, the mountain breeze in the ears will make the sound of'whooping', but when the gods are shaking, Yang Jian seems to have heard the wind blowing from the sky, there are sky-shaking killing shouts, and there are countless lives crying. , Making him feel a little heavy inexplicably.

　　 Finally, his eyes suddenly opened up, but he had already rushed to a cliff on the edge of this mountain range. Looking up, Yang Jian couldn't help but shrink his pupils...

　　 That big city, which was originally a border fortress, was flooded by the sky of fire in the middle of the night!

　　 When Yang Jian saw this scene, it coincided with the strongest flames in the city over there. The flames were like waves, one after another, and the gust of wind blowing from nowhere made the fire completely out of control!

　　The tongue of fire rolled the sky, Yang Jian's eyes were reflected in the fire, and his heart trembled!

　　 It is as if he saw a picture of hundreds of people struggling in the flames in the city!

　　 is more like hearing countless tragic shouts piercing through the flame-stained noise...

　　 Under this overwhelming fire, human lives are really like grass and mustard, and in a blink of an eye, there is ashes!

　　 That is, tens of thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of flesh and blood in the border town!

　　 A terrible resentment rushes towards Xiao Han! The galaxy is blinded, the moon is dark red!

　　This, this is the roar of the creatures to the world!

　　 unwilling to their fate in this life!

　　 It is true that monks like Yang Jian, who have just practiced the profound technique for a short time, are shocked in their hearts.

　　 Yang Jian is not a superb power, nor is it a longevity immortal with a perfect Taoist heart and a clear sun and moon. He witnessed a large border city burned to death in this monstrous flame, and his feet were soft, and he fell to the ground.

　　 "Why..." Yang Jian murmured, at this moment Daoxin was greatly impacted.

　　 He looked around the flames stupidly, and there was fire light shining, he clearly saw more than a dozen square arrays neatly arranged, and saw the hunting flags in the heat wave.

　　 After these phalanxes, further away from the direction of the big city, there were corpses all over the field. I don't know how many dead souls are whimpering, but the blood has not yet drained!

　　 The fire in the city is what these enemy soldiers did?

　　 Ruthless! Too ruthless!

　　 Yang Jian has long known that this is a border fortress, the border between the two imperial kingdoms in this big world.

　　 But I did not expect that the enemy opposite Shang Dehou was so fierce that the entire border town was burned in a fire! Even the guards blocked the gates on all sides, leaving the people in the city with nowhere but to be burned to death by the fire!

　　This, is this the prehistoric?

　　 I haven't seen the gods fighting yet, but I have seen the secular kingdoms fall.

　　 I often hear humanity, "The world is inhumane and everything is a dog", but I never thought that people could kill people like this.

　　 Is this world wrong?

　　 Are these ordinary people wrong?

　　 Is the sage’s teaching of the world wrong since ancient times?

　　 Yang Jian kept questioning in his heart, there was thunder in his body, his gaze shifted a lot, and finally he was just at a loss.

　　 During the four hours he was meditating, he did not notice this battle, but even if he did, what could he do?

　　 Even if he alone can prevent the two armies from confronting each other, can it also prevent the cruelty in the hearts of countless creatures in this brilliant world?

　　 "Hey..." Yang Jian sighed for a long time, got up, and was about to leave dejectedly.

　　 He vaguely understands why the master always says ‘less causation’. At this time, his Taoist heart was turbulent, and his heart was gloomy, because he and the word "person" had great cause and effect.

　　In the past life, he is a human being; in this life, he is a human race.

　　 But Yang Jian just walked two steps, and suddenly stopped, a thought arose in his mind, and suddenly turned his head to look at the fire.

　　 wrong!

　　 wrong!

　　 The fire is weird, the wind is unusual!

　　 Yang Jian's heart shook, a cool air from head to toe, as if hearing the sound of Hong Zhong drum reverberating in his heart, the sound was ‘walking alone on the main road’!

　　 opened his eyes again and looked at Yang Jian. At this time, Yang Jian's eyes were not at all dull and hollow, only two gleams of light flickered.

　　 But this time, Yang Jian was even more angry, very far away, but he couldn't help but shout:

　　 "So courageous!"

　　 He saw that, in the direction of the city, amidst the sky of fire, a thin old Taoist man was sitting on a futon with a gourd in his hand.

　　 The futon kept pouring endless flames, but there was a whirlpool in front of the gourd mouth, before the whirlpool...

　　 A horrible roar of souls, swallowed by whales!

　　 Yang Jian understood in an instant. Although the real Yuding hadn't told him this, he had taken Xiao Chan'er to walk on the land of the five continents for several months.

　　Where are the five prehistoric continents? That is the holy place of monasticism that all monks yearn for! At the same time, it is also a place where there is a lot of information and intelligence.

　　 Yang Jian heard people talk about a similar situation, but did not think that such a situation would actually happen!

　　 What an evil person is this! He actually used the method of burning the city to absorb countless grievances for the purpose of cultivating the Tao!

　　 Damn!

　　 can't wait for this body to have monstrous power, crush this evil way and crush its soul!

　　 "Ah!" Yang Jian raised his head and roared. He didn't mean that mortals would die in vain, but somehow, there was anger burning in his heart.

　　 In this situation, the **** man should be like this!

　　 Hateful! hateful! My own practice is shallow, so I can't go forward at all!

　　 Yang Jian gritted his teeth, turned around a second time, and was about to leave here. But he has made a decision in his heart. When he is successful in his cultivation, he will definitely seek justice for the people who have been burned!

　　The matter of cultivating Taoism is even more urgent!

　　 This time, Yang Jian still didn't take two steps, and stopped again.

　　Because he heard a long howl, coming from the horizon, majestic and loud!

　　 turned around and looked, there was a purple long rainbow on the horizon that tore open the night, with infinite anger, it directly slashed towards the flames of the sky!

　　 It was the old man's figure that Changhong cut towards!

　　 Yang Jian's great spirit array, there is an unspeakable excitement born from the heart!

　　 But he heard the old man sitting cross-legged on the flames let out a cold snort: "Which doll dares to ruin the great things of the ancestor!"

　　 While speaking, he raised his hand and evoked a heavy flame into a long sword, directly facing the Changhong.

　　 hum! Boom!

　　 Changhong smashed the flame sword, but was also blocked from castration. From it, a young man with a long hair robe fell, holding a sword in one hand, looking at the demon way full of anger.

　　 "Heaven and earth will fall, demons are chaotic! You demon way! How dare you do such a detrimental thing!"

　　 Needless to say, this person has already rushed to the demon way while speaking, and the long sword in his hand shoots out thousands of purple sword shadows, and it spreads all over the world in an instant.

　　 "My ancestor, I just lack a puppet sword servant!"

　　 As if the old Dao sensed the threat from the incoming people, the gourd in his hand dissipated the cyclone, and with a loud shout, he smashed the gourd directly at the sword shadow in the sky.

　　 There was a nine-fold cyclone in Huluzui this time, and it took away most of the sword shadow in an instant.

　　 At this moment, UU reading www. A sword shadow of uukanshu.com seemed to be injected into the soul, suddenly burst into endless purple light, without the gourd to suck, directly into the gourd.

　　 The monk holding the sword yelled: "Blast!"

　　 The old man's complexion changed drastically, but there was no time to stop it. There was a roar in the gourd, and cracks appeared on it!

　　 "Damn little baby, dare to destroy my magic weapon!"

　　 "More than destroying your magic weapon, I want your old life to pay tribute to the dead souls here!"

　　The young man with the sword used the sword mysterious technique again, and the old demon turned around and left without any muddling or nonsense.

　　 Obviously, this old Dao has already noticed the difference between the magical powers of the young man with the sword, and he turned around and fled as soon as he suffered a loss in the fighting method...

　　 The young man with a sword was about to chase him, but he turned to the outside of the city and shouted: "I don't care which country you are soldiers! Put out the fire quickly! Otherwise, when I come back, you will take the head of your country!

　　 The tens of thousands of iron-blooded soldiers were shocked by the curse, and the sword-holding youth turned into Changhong, chasing in the direction that the old demon had left.

　　Outside the city, the soldiers in the formation were silent for a while, and then the main general's order came out.

　　 Fight the fire.

　　 On the cliff in the distance, Yang Jian was speechless for a long time, and let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 He felt in his heart, and looked down, but saw a group of dozens of horses galloping toward the mountain range where he was, and after these dozens of cavalry, the dust covered the sun, no less than a thousand horses.

　　 Yang Jian didn't want to be troublesome, but also wanted to try to chase the direction that the old way left, and see if he could get acquainted with the hero before.

　　 But he suddenly saw a slender figure in silver armor...

　　 With a fingertip move, Yang Jian sighed lightly, and his figure disappeared to the edge of the cliff.