The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

A face-to-face meeting, the head of the king of Sanfeng Kingdom was separated, and the three heads were wrapped in Yang Jian's profound energy, and they were thrown directly in front of Chu Qi.

It was up to her to decide whether to kill or stay.

Then, Yang Jian glanced at the figures below who had started to retreat quietly, and said calmly: "Don't think about escaping from this place, if you don't want to die, you can proclaim yourself a cultivator and stand where you are."

In an instant, half of the figures stopped and stood still.

But self-proclaimed cultivation is absolutely impossible.

Yang Jian looked at the old man who was standing in a daze in mid-air again, gently spread the five fingers of his left hand, and slowly pulled back. The old man was directly captured by him, without any resistance, and Yang Jian strangled his neck.

"Have you heard until..."

"Revenge for the lord!"

The magic talisman that Yang Jian carried on his body shone lightly, and the roar from below turned into words that Yang Jian could understand.

Below, hundreds of spirit clan masters rushed towards Yang Jian, most of them were from the Da Luo Realm, but they were filled with righteous indignation, and they would not die with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian admired from the bottom of his heart. Although the Three Peaks Kingdom is a bit weird, and there are a lot of 'prehistoric monks', it's not normal, but these spirit races can be regarded as empathetic...Compared to other dead and numb Chaos Spirit Kingdoms, these spirit race masters in the Three Peaks Kingdom are quite rare.

Immediately abandoning the bewildered old man, Yang Jianfei jumped down, put away the snow-white spear, and his figure flicked left and right, like a wandering dragon.

The spirit clan master who rose into the sky, but in a blink of an eye, was beaten back by the shadow of the fist, foot and palm; no one could resist Yang Jian's punch and palm, but Yang Jian also showed mercy, and only wounded all these guys, but did not take their lives.

Afterwards, Yang Jian took advantage of the situation, like a tiger joining a herd of sheep, and rushed towards those masters of the Sanfeng Kingdom who were about to retreat.

This one-sided battle immediately kicked off.

Standing high in the sky, with his back facing the slowly closing gap in the formation, Chu Qi drew complicated talismans, and directly began to take the three octopus-headed Lords of the Three Peaks Kingdom as his servants.

Below, a group of masters from the Sanfeng Kingdom seemed to surround Yang Jian, but they were actually being chased and beaten by Yang Jian alone. In the blink of an eye, several people would fall or be seriously injured and lose their combat power.

The light surges, and the shadows turn around;

A large formation that was torn apart by the fists just after it was built, and a figure that couldn't be separated by a single blow...

However, after a few rounds, the masters above the Daluo Realm of the Sanfeng Kingdom have already noticed the absolute gap in strength between them and this prehistoric monk.

Is this a great saint?

Although they have never felt the sage's Dao Yun oppressing their respective Dao, but with such strength, they are definitely Dao Saints.

Where Yang Jian passed, in fact, most of the spiritual masters were seriously injured, instead of falling directly; one after another figure was sealed by the Xuangang, and they could only lie on the ground in embarrassment.

As for those non-spiritual monks, Yang Jian's attack was a little bit more ruthless, but also a little bit softer.

——He didn't take the lives of these monks, but beat them to serious injuries and then banned their souls to ensure that the interrogation later would be safe.

When Chu Qi took control of the three lords of the Sanfeng Kingdom, the following battle had also come to an end.

It has only been half an hour since the two of them broke into Sanfeng Kingdom...

Yang Jian stood on the ruins, surrounded by lying figures; and around the ruins, countless spirit clan battle formations crowded there, but there was a dead silence.

There were three figures descending from the sky, they were the lords of the Three Peaks Kingdom whose soul had been controlled by Chu Qi; they simply shaped their bodies, fell in front of Yang Jian, bowed their heads, knelt down, and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Yang Jian just glanced at them, didn't say anything, and continued to frown and think.

Draw your sword and look around in a daze?

Of course not, although the Sanfeng Kingdom is powerful and has many masters, Yang Jian is no longer the True Lord Erlang of the past, sweeping this place is only expected, and it is not difficult for him, so why do you say "seeking defeat"?

Yang Jian was just savoring the ways of the dozens of quasi-sacred masters that he came into contact with when he captured and banned those prehistoric monks just now...

These people are really weird, no matter how much they pretend, there will always be flaws.

It is absolutely impossible to tamper with one's own way.

He can now confirm that there are many people who seem to be monks from the prehistoric era, but the Tao they live in is not owned by the prehistoric era at this time.

Every time the great world is shattered by the strongest, due to the war and the saints fall in batches, the way of the chaotic sea will undergo a drastic change.

After the collapse of Taisu, the sea of ​​Taoism also experienced violent turbulence; but for those who started to practice from the prehistoric world, the Taoism and Taoism are slightly different from the monks in the Taisu era.

Yang Jian has traveled through the long river of time, and has also come into contact with many Dao rhymes of the remnant spirits of the Taishi saints, and experienced the residual Dao rhymes of the Tai Chi era in the Baishan Tomb. There is an obvious 'generation gap' between the two.

Today in Sanfeng Kingdom, among the fifty or sixty "prehistoric monks" he met, there were more than forty people, and the Dao Ze and Dao Rhyme they lived in showed signs of incompatibility with the sea of ​​Dao Ze at this time...

really……

"Master... Master?"

"Huh?" Yang Jian recovered from Chu Qi's call, only then did he realize that there were countless spirit clan troops around him bowing down to him.

An invisible thought force rushed towards him, but was blocked by Yang Jian.

He doesn't practice the way of incense and fire, and he doesn't dare to let sentient beings contaminate his profound body.

"Aren't you going to kill them?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.

"The master has already avenged Chu Qi for his previous serious injuries. What's more, killing them would be better than turning them into slaves," Chu Qi said with a bit of gravitas, "If there is another hard battle, let them sacrifice their lives first for the great cause of protecting the prehistoric."

Yang Jian suddenly smiled wryly, he still 'wrongly blamed' Chu Qi, it's normal for her to be more ruthless in her practice of magic arts.

"Let Brother Kong and the others come here," Yang Jian said, "Separate and detain these non-spiritual masters, and seal the primordial spirit a few more times, so as not to let them blow themselves up, interrogate one by one, and have to pry their mouths open."

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Among them, there should be quite a few survivors of Tai Su." Yang Jian thought for a while, and then said: "I will inform the Hei Ling Kingdom again, but all the non-spirit clan masters under the rule will also be investigated secretly, so as not to get mixed up with spies and not know."

Chu Qi responded with a solemn face, and his spiritual consciousness sent a voice, calling for the masters in the surrounding army of Sanfeng Kingdom to enter Sanfeng Kingdom.

The Sanfeng National Formation was disarmed by the Lord of the Three Kingdoms, streams of light flew over, and Yang Jian's orders were quickly and effectively executed.

Yang Jian said: "I'll go around, be careful, there may be many dangers hidden here."

"Yes," Chu Qi bowed his head in response, watching Yang Jian leave.

Yang Jian walked with his hands behind his back, walked past the large ruins in two or three steps, and walked towards the city.

He doesn't have any specific purpose, he just walks around randomly; and often, the more he walks with his intuition, the mysterious body will automatically sense the surrounding environment, and the more likely to discover those hidden existences.

There must be something hidden in Sanfeng Kingdom...

It might be a big fish.

When the Taishi Realm was shattered, a large number of Taishi Daxiu were arrested in order to survive, and those who were favored by the most powerful became the lackeys of the most powerful.

And these Taishi 'traitors' are the main force to destroy the Tai Chi era.

Similarly, Tai Chi was shattered, and many overhauls in the Tai Chi world surrendered to the strongest, and became the backbone of the era of Taisu eradication.

It is impossible to calculate exactly how strong the strongest monks have accumulated by destroying the great world several times; judging from the five-element venerables who have appeared before, there may be quite a few Dao sages among them.

Before the battle, if one more Dao Saint under the power of the strongest can be beheaded, it will increase the odds of winning for the prehistoric world.

Where are these Gu Xius who obey the orders of the most powerful, and those most powerful are hiding, and what are they waiting for, what are they worried about, and they don't show up directly to destroy the prehistoric world?

Don't they seem to be watching ants, overlooking the ridiculous struggle of the prehistoric, and then destroying the prehistoric?

If this is the case, then these powerhouses are too boring.

There must be other calculations, calculations that neither Yang Jian nor the prehistoric saints can see at this time.

In fact, many unknowns about Yang Jian's assassin can be found for answers; the characters who can answer his questions are hiding in two extremely dangerous places——

At the bottom of the netherworld, under the boundary marker of the sea of ​​hearts.

It's not that Yang Jian didn't want to go to the Xinhai Boundary Monument, and even wanted to know the answers to all these several times; but his current strength can't guarantee that he can come out alive, and there are too many burdens on his body, so he can't let his temper take risks.

Back to the present.

The once prosperous city fell into depression.

The aftermath of the previous battle collapsed many buildings, and the spirit race in the city also suffered a lot of damage.

When Yang Jian saw it, he would also remove the collapsed ruins; seeing those tragic scenes, his heart was not different.

For these spirit races, he might be like a demon king.

Stopping and walking, Yang Jian was thinking about something and feeling something.

Those eyes peeping at him from all over the place were full of fear, bewilderment, and a little yearning and reverence.

Gradually, Yang Jian stopped in front of a stone pagoda, with divine light in his eyes, he saw through the stone pagoda, saw dozens of spirit children hiding inside, and also saw the old man in white robe surrounded by these children.

This should be the heirs of the lords and 'senior officials' of Sanfeng Kingdom. There are many spirit clan troops guarding this stone pagoda, and it is also near the palaces of Sanfeng Kingdom.

That old man is the teacher of these little guys?

There are various slips, classics, and jade charms on the bookshelves placed around, and there are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on each floor of the stone tower, which should all be from the hands of this ancient old man.

This is a prehistoric cultivator from the Great Luo Realm, and he is currently comforting these children of the Spirit Race.

Yang Jian didn't have the intention to exterminate the spirit race, so he naturally didn't have the slightest intention to kill these little guys. As for this old man who was only in the Daluo realm, Yang Jian relaxed his mind a little, and didn't want to worry about it.

Stepping away, Yang Jian chose a random direction to continue wandering.

The old man in the stone pagoda breathed a sigh of relief, comforted the spirit children around him in a low voice, and told them in a gentle voice that nothing would happen.

The white-robed old man was talking warmly when Yang Jian suddenly turned back and appeared in front of the two stone gates of the stone pagoda again, with a half-smile on his mouth and a flash of light in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist hid it deep enough that I almost lost my sight."

Yang Jian's words spread into the stone pagoda, and the old man frowned anxiously, his eyes were a little panicked and worried, but he seemed to be pretending to be calm.

"You still refuse to show up?"

Yang Jian stepped forward lightly with his right foot, and the two closed stone gates and the formation of the stone pagoda were directly shattered.

The old man stood in front of the children with a generous demeanor, but his voice trembled and shouted: "Master Sage is merciful... The three lords have bowed their heads and bowed their heads, please Master Sage to spare these innocent children!"