The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It started from the true aura of Hongmeng, and then became a fairy to Xiaoyao.

Ask Da Luo about the ups and downs of longevity, if you look at the way of the Holy Land, you can remember it.

The monk has practiced the Tao for countless years, step by step from a small aspirant, to achieve the great supernatural powers of longevity, great Luo, and quasi-sage, escape the world, and ward off disasters and seek refuge.

But now, the scene in front of them not only impacted the Taoism of the monks, but also made them doubt themselves.

The army of ascetics appeared out of thin air, and the dead who were born from death returned again. The main force of this army was actually Taoist Jinxian!

"Array!"

A cold shout came from the depths of Nether Stream.

Xeon?

Countless monks looked forward to it, and the vast spiritual consciousness looked towards the Nether Stream, only to see thirteen silhouettes rising slowly like the scorching sun.

This breath is actually the thirteen Daoist saints!

Only these sixteen people are enough to put Honghuang into a great crisis, and Donghuang Taiyi, who is the sixth person to the left, is obviously not the strongest person among them.

The one in the middle is the Water and Fire Master who once appeared in the prehistoric period, and with the joint strength of the two, defeated Tianyan Daozi and Sanqing, and made the other saints dare not rush to support Yang Jian.

The old man and the old woman are still smiling, as if they are in harmony, but only a few saints have experienced the methods of these two primordial powers. Their strength is unpredictable, and they were far from reaching the bottom last time.

The person who gave the orders was a handsome scribe on the right side of the two lords of water and fire. He looked only in his early twenties, but such a person was naturally a monster who lived for an unknown number of years.

Venerable Aoki is good at commanding troops and strategizing. Although his own abilities are only ordinary saints, he is an extremely difficult person today.

Just listen to the voice of Venerable Qingmu revolving between heaven and earth...

"Tao has five constants, constant, constant change, constant wheel, constant chaos, and constant birth and death. Today I will lay out the five constants and heavenly senses. If you can break the formation, it will be considered that I have lost this move. In the prehistoric age, is there anyone who can talk to me?"

The last half of the sentence is obviously ridiculed.

Venerable Aoki shouted a few times, and countless powerful troops quickly set up a large formation based on hundreds of people. In one battle formation, there seemed to be more than a dozen small formations, both offensive and defensive, without any flaws.

Venerable Aoki had five command flags in his hand, and the flags shone with light, turning into a multicolored light curtain covering the army of the most powerful.

The army of the most powerful, which stretched from heaven to earth, seemed to swallow Beiju Luzhou in one gulp, suddenly changed. A monk was covered by five-color light, and hundreds of people formed the battle formation as the basis, and the formations were connected and interlinked.

At least tens of millions of monks are connected as one, making them obey orders and prohibit orders, and have more miraculous effects such as balancing cultivation, gathering combat power, and concentrating magical powers...

Not to mention that ordinary monks in the prehistoric era have never seen this kind of method, even the few "old people" who have lived from Taisu to the present have extremely dignified expressions at this time.

This battle was destined to be extremely difficult from the very beginning.

The prehistoric monks naturally have a numerical advantage, but the starting point of the immortal soldiers is the prehistoric land that started from the fairyland, and the overall combat power of the army here cannot be compared with the strongest.

I am afraid that the saints have already calculated this matter, so they have deployed so many reinforcements outside the sky, and stranded countless cultivators in the nearest Great Thousand World around the prehistoric world...

This is bound to be a battle with heavy casualties.

Before the war started, the hearts of countless monks were covered with a haze.

Venerable Qingmu is in charge of the entire army, so Yang Jian's eyes naturally fell on Venerable Qingmu.

What he thought was quite simple - he attacked Venerable Aoki with all his strength later in a sneak attack, but his eyes fell on the group of saints around Venerable Aoki, and he knew that this matter was a bit difficult.

What was even more troublesome was the strongest man who didn't seem to intend to show up at the beginning. This person was like a sharp sword hanging over the monk's head. As long as the other party didn't show up, it would be difficult for the monk to catch his breath.

meditate.

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, as if he was comprehending the practice, and sat quietly at the front of the prehistoric camp.

The army of the most powerful began to advance slowly, and behind the army of the most powerful, under the feet of the thirteen suspended saints, there was another large number of figures flying out of the Nether Stream in some disorder.

Although messy, its deterrent power is unparalleled.

Great Luojing!

Take Daluo as the soldier, the quasi-sage as the general, and the saint as the commander.

Such a battle formation, if placed in the prosperous Taisu world, would be a disaster that could destroy half of Taisu, not to mention this prehistoric man whose vitality has been secretly damaged by Qianhong Taoist, and whose structure is one level lower than Taisu?

Many monks couldn't help but have such questions in their hearts——

Even if they risk their lives, how long can they stop the army of the strongest?

Even if they fight to destroy both body and spirit, can they really defeat such a powerful enemy?

At this time, the words of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi once again surfaced in the hearts of the monks...

What is life, what is death, what is fiction...

"stop."

A calm cry spread between the heaven and the earth, causing all the panicked monks to follow the sound subconsciously.

It was Yang Jian, who at some point left the wooden chair he was sitting on, and his figure appeared thousands of miles away, one shot at a time, blocking the huge wall of people.

At this time, Yang Jian's breath was fully opened, and a golden light pierced the sky, and the snow-white battle armor was also coated with a layer of golden yellow.

With a sound of stopping, the army of the most powerful stopped immediately.

The threat borne by this voice seems to exceed the deterrence that the saint realm can have; but Yang Jian does have the ability to destroy the army of the strongest at this time - naturally, this is on the premise that the strong opponent does not intervene and he is given enough time.

"Yang Jian?"

On the other side of the two statues of water and fire, the tall and strong man's eyes were fixed, and his body was covered with coiled and crouching dragon muscles. An extremely thick and solid dao rhyme permeated, as if he wanted to fight against Yang Jian.

The five forms of Tao are metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. This must be the earth god.

Yang Jian didn't even look at this person, but said: "Where is the Ninth Supreme? Fight me."

"Want to fight my master?" Tu Zun stood up immediately, presumably in the other party's arrangement, Tu Zun wanted to fight Yang Jian.

However, Jin Zun, one of the Five Elements Venerables, had already been defeated by Yang Jian before Yang Jian became a saint. After paying a heavy price, the other party would definitely not underestimate Yang Jian like this.

Sure enough, Venerable Earth took a step forward, followed by six saints.

Seven great saints!

This really puts some emphasis on Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian frowned.

At this time, in a big battle, it is necessary to have soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, and masters at all levels must fight against each other. If they can gain an advantage, it will quickly expand into a victory.

The higher the level, the greater the impact on the battle situation; basically, as long as the prehistoric sage is defeated, the prehistoric world will have no power to fight back.

At this time, there are only two Dao sages in the prehistoric world, Tianyan Daozi and Yuding Zhenren. The ancestors of Sanqing are supernatural, but their strength is barely comparable to that of the three Dao sages.

And the other party also has the rather tricky two water and fire statues.

Obviously, the opponent used seven Dao sages to fight Yang Jian, intending to trap or kill Yang Jian, the remaining combat power was still faintly suppressed when facing the prehistoric saints.

This is the most troublesome place for the prehistoric saints-there are too few saints.

Moreover, Yang Jian can directly see the situation in the Netherworld. Empress Empress Houtu and Nuwa Empress have gone to guard the Netherworld. At this time, there is also a large army in the Netherworld, and the leader is a Dao Saint whose realm is not stable, but that is also a Dao Saint...

Now, I can only choose to believe in the abilities of the saints...

Yang Jian took a light breath, and already had a plan in his mind, the divine light surged in his eyes, and the golden light all over his body covered the endless starlight that appeared in his mysterious body.

Little Zhou Tian star fights big array!

Overwhelming formation!

Eighty-nine profound arts!

Nine Vicious Spirit Cores!

Yang Jian was holding a three-pointed and two-edged spear, and suddenly swung an overwhelming spear shadow directly in front of him, as if the wild north was about to be split in half by Yang Jian's spear.

He also had a good calculation, and directly blasted the enemy's battle formation with all his strength. It seemed that he was attacking the earth venerable, but in fact he wanted to directly break the opponent's five permanent formations.

However, the minions of these Xeons are not fools.

Why didn't the saints on both sides directly slaughter the existence under the other's holy realm? In fact, one is because the saints check each other, and the other is that the saints also pay attention to appearance and identity. If there is an enemy worthy of their own, they will disdain to attack the saints.

Yang Jian didn't care about it, and tried to see if he could overwhelm these troops with a single shot.

But his wishful thinking was loud enough, and the opponent was not an ordinary opponent.

The figure of the earth venerable appeared outside the army in a flash, his hands clenched into fists and he raised his head with a roar, his beard and hair were flying, but above his head appeared a statue of a soaring snake and black tortoise.

Xuanwu True Body!

The secret method of Xuanwu real body in the realm of saints!

In a blink of an eye, the basalt was so huge that it covered the sky and the sun, and it could stand in front of the peerless spear shadow Yang Jian swung, and the two collided immediately.

At that moment, the sky and the earth were uncertain, and a wave of extremely violent impacts rushed from the basalt tortoise shell in all directions. The entire sky was pierced, a deep ditch appeared in the North Sea, and the endless ice sheet was covered with traces of cracks...

The light outside the army of the most powerful was shining, and the impact was the least, and there was only a little disturbance in the formation.

On the other hand, in the prehistoric camp, even though they were far away from the place where the two supernatural powers collided, the faces of the immortal soldiers turned pale, obviously because they were shocked.

This is the main reason why the sage should try to avoid fighting in the wild.

The shadow of the black tortoise dispersed, and the earth venerable turned red, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of blood forcibly, and then looked at Yang Jian with cold eyes.

"You are strong, but you still don't have the capital to provoke the master."

"Yeah?"

Yang Jian flicked the long spear casually, and in the next moment, the figure was surrounded by a billowing golden light, and rushed forward brazenly.

How could Venerable Earth allow Yang Jian to rush into the army? Even though he knew he was invincible, there were six helpers behind him, so he naturally had the confidence to fight Yang Jian.

At this time, the six Dao sages joined forces to display their supernatural powers, and the moment Yang Jian collided with Venerable Tu, the surrounding world of the two went dark.

The universe moves!

At the same time, a violent impact came from the Chaos Sea to the north of the North Sea, and the six saints did not dare to delay, so they hurriedly dodged to the sky to support.

Fearing that he was too slow to go, Venerable Earth was killed by Yang Jian with two shots.