The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The moment Yang Jian went to fight outside the sky, another six figures appeared in front of the prehistoric battle formation.

For a time, the holy rhyme flowed, and the posture of the saint appeared, which made all the monks quickly return to peace.

This is probably one of the advantages of Yuan Shen Dao saints, who can influence others with their words and deeds; while Yang Jian, who has become a saint in the flesh, has strong combat power, but he does not have such ability.

As soon as the six figures appeared, many monks in Honghuang felt a lot more at ease.

Born of the Dao of Heaven, the Chaos Clock blesses itself, and Daozi Tianyan with unpredictable abilities is in the middle;

Tianyan Daozi is on the right, Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, and Shangqing Tongtian Sect Master are either sitting or standing.

Pan Gu transformed the Three Purities with one breath, and Honghuang obtained the Three Saints from then on.

Qingxu Daluo asked about the wonderful method, and when he first understood the way, he knew the void.

Needless to say, Sanqing's many achievements to Hong Huang, if the monks of the Three Realms cultivated themselves to live freely in the world, immortal and immortal, these three have inherited Pangu God's will from birth to now, and tried their best to save Hong Huang.

It was also Sanqing's management arrangements in secret for so many years, and together with Tianyan Daozi, they overthrew the mountain of Daozu Qianhong Taoist, and Honghuang only had what it is today.

On the other side of Tianyan Daozi is Taoist Jieyin, and Daoist Jieyin is beside Daoist Yuding.

It stands to reason that Master Yuding's understanding is astonishing, and he is an extremely rare spiritual monk. After being sanctified, no one can tell what level of strength he has reached, and he should have stood in the middle.

But Honghuang is also a place that pays attention to seniority, or maybe the sages deliberately let Master Yuding hide his strength to give the opponent a chance to kill.

The drumbeat was interrupted, and hundreds of heavenly generals shouted in unison between heaven and earth:

"Array!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals in the Heavenly Court were surrounded by layers of light, with 900 people forming a formation, and 900 formations forming a large formation, adding up to the number of ninety-nine and eighty-one, laying out more than ten layers of human walls on the top of Beihai.

The big formation was opened, and dozens of light curtains appeared outside the human wall. Not to mention the strength, the momentum faintly rivaled the army of the most powerful.

In this way, it can be regarded as the biggest and soon to be the most tragic battle between monks since the opening of the Great Desolation.

The number of people who participated in the initial battle from both sides was uncountable. To say the least, there were tens of millions of monks crowded in the 'narrow' North Sea.

The strongest side wins because of its tyrannical strength, and the prehistoric side wins because of its large number of people and the blessing of a large formation.

The Da Luo Realm cultivators on both sides are basically equal, but the number of quasi-sacred realm masters on both sides is actually the strongest side has the upper hand...

These quasi-sages resurrected by the Ninth Supreme have all traveled freely between the prehistoric world and fell in disasters again and again, and most of the quasi-sages on the prehistoric side are old acquaintances.

But even so, today they have to fight each other and fight to the death.

It is estimated that the fighting skills of the quasi-sage masters on both sides will lead to the sky, or other areas at the core of the battle. Both sides are worried that it will affect their own army of monks, and the quasi-sages on both sides will inevitably hide in the battle formation, waiting for an opportunity to slaughter the monks in the Daluo realm and below.

Venerable Qingmu laughed lightly, and said in a loud voice: "Go forward in a big formation, and the Wuchang will cut down the sky."

Li Jing suddenly raised the order flag high, the drums were thunderous, countless Primordial monks shouted angrily in unison, and all the heavenly soldiers headed forward.

At this time, seven of the remaining saints from the Supreme Being camp had appeared in front of the Supreme Powerful army, led by the two gods of water and fire, and beside Donghuang Taiyi stood a middle-aged scribe with a handsome face but indifferent eyes. He was another demon emperor, Jun.

And beside Di Jun, there are three former great powers who are also familiar faces, but at this time they have been sanctified, and they have become the servants of the Ninth Supreme.

"Gentlemen, we meet again," Venerable Huo said with a smile, "You still plan to fight in the corner, trying to do the thing of being a cart?"

Daozi Tianyan glanced lightly at the corner of his mouth, "Is it true that I can't kill you?"

As the words fell, an astrolabe flew out of Lao Tzu's sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a boundary of thousands of miles, connecting the armies of both sides at both ends.

Lao Tzu said: "Go inside and fight."

"Why not?" Fire Venerable Niutou looked at Beihai and Tianwai, and said calmly, "Before Yang Jian and a few fellow Taoists decide the winner, you and I can also settle the unfinished duel from last time."

"good."

Lao Tzu opened his eyelids which had been drooping all the time, and the figure slowly stood up from the back of the green bull, his gaze was full of vicissitudes and emptiness.

In the next moment, a total of thirteen figures flashed and disappeared at the same time, rushing into the astrolabe.

And around the astrolabe, the densely packed two armies far avoided the place where the saints fought, divided the battlefield into left and right, and began to approach each other slowly.

Thousands of miles, never felt so far away.

This is the last distance for the loss of life, and it is also the only time left in the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

When the two armies collide, today is an endless battle. The prehistoric monks don't know how long they can last, but there are more figures waiting outside the battlefield.

Even if it is moths to the flame, they must have the heart to extinguish the flame...

Li Jing had never felt such a trembling heart, but at this moment he could only forcefully stabilize his Dao heart, constantly observe the changes in the opponent's battle formation, and pass out orders one after another, so that the formation of the prehistoric side can take advantage as much as possible.

How terrifying is this group of golden immortals, heavenly immortals, and real immortals mixed together, or an army that focuses on golden immortals?

The answer will be revealed soon.

...

"Is there a war?"

Outside the sky, the fully equipped spirit clan army was hidden in the inconspicuous beast battleship, and dozens of figures also watched the battle situation right in front of them through the cloud mirror.

Chu Qi hurried over from the side, and at this moment she put on her mask again, and the symbols on that ghost mask were even more terrifying.

That's what she asked just now.

Kong Xuan, Ao Xinke and the others, who were originally watching the armies of the two sides who were about to fight in the cloud mirror with bated breath, were slightly relieved to be disturbed by Chu Qi.

"We're about to fight, this situation is really scary," Ao Xinke said softly, and then continued to stare intently at Yun Jing in front of him.

"Master went to that astrolabe?"

"No, I went to fight with the saints under the seven supreme powers," Kong Xuan said casually, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Chu Qi on the side trembled slightly, "Seven? How can the master deal with it alone?"

"You were in retreat just now, and you didn't know that your master had already entered the Saint Realm," Kong Xuan said in a low voice, "Your Master is quite tolerant, and he broke through just before the war, so he is not afraid that he will not be able to adapt to the changes in the Saint Realm, and something will go wrong."

Ao Xinke hurriedly defended Yang Jian: "My husband used to be patient in order to rush to the strong state, but now the time is not waiting for me, and I have no choice but to step into the saintly state. This is not my husband's wish."

Chu Qi sighed softly, but didn't say much.

Kong Xuan turned his head and glanced, but saw that the three of them were directly subordinate to the spirit clan masters all around him, but Yun Xiao was nowhere to be seen.

"Why doesn't Yunxiao take a look?"

"I went to see her, but I didn't see her coming out, she seems to be practicing in seclusion," Chu Qi sat aside, took off his mask, and stared at the four-way army in the cloud mirror with his autumn eyes.

The light in the astrolabe kept flickering, and the power of heaven entrenched all around, suppressing the rhyme of the saint's fighting skills inside.

On both sides of the astrolabe, the two armies are about to meet hand to hand!

The countless battle formations on the prehistoric side condensed all kinds of magical soldiers and many divine beasts, all of which were in the shape of thousands of feet, or roared ferociously, or made fierce attacks.

And the army of the most powerful is always a five-permanent formation, and the five-color light is constantly rotating, like a copper wall and an iron wall advancing forward on both sides.

Chu Qi also looked a little nervous.

Although they know best that the strongest army will quickly gain the upper hand, seeing this scene at this time, they still can't help but have a bit of anticipation and hope, hoping to see if a miracle will happen...

"war!"

"ha!"

Countless heavenly soldiers roared at the same time, and the earth-shattering screams of killing came from the prehistoric Wubuzhou!

Armies collide!

The roaring beasts, the majestic soldiers, rushed forward one after another, from top to bottom, from left to right, the two armies collided fiercely!

The Wuchang Formation is as solid as a rock!

The figure of the divine beast hit was slack, and many projections of divine soldiers exploded and flew!

Half of the celestial soldiers who formed the formation were immediately dismayed, and the power contained in the five permanent formations seemed to be just for defense, but in fact they counterattacked after defense, so that most of the immortals at the immortal level, only one-tenth of the celestial soldiers who are less than the proportion of true immortals, were smashed!

All around!

The two human walls formed by the strongest army moved slowly forward, one left and one right!

The corners of Li Jing's eyes twitched fiercely, his face was livid and he clenched his fists tightly; while Venerable Aoki just smiled lightly, he had already expected this result.

It was not his five permanent formations that could crush the prehistoric monks like this, but the ninth strongest who built such an army directly out of thin air.

In the first battle, the front left and right battle formations of heavenly soldiers collided with the five permanent formations of the most powerful army, and their heads were broken and bloody, and they were defeated!

"The army must not retreat! The real immortals and celestial immortals of the rear army move forward, and the heavenly soldiers of the fairyland withdraw and occupy! Let the true immortals, celestial immortals, and golden immortals from all over the Northland quickly gather forward!"

Li Jing issued a death-defying military order, and the lives of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals in front of him were equal to zero.

However, the heavenly soldiers and generals in front did not panic at all. They rushed forward one by one according to the original method of arranging troops, forming thousands of battle formations from one wall to another, and heading towards the army of the most powerful...

It's a pity that no matter how brave and fearless many heavenly soldiers and generals are, the opponent's outermost battle formation cannot be shaken by half!

One defeat aroused the fighting spirit of the heavenly soldiers; the second defeat aroused the grief and indignation of the heavenly soldiers and generals.

But the successive formations were easily crushed by the opponent, and countless figures fell from the sky and hit the North Sea ice sheet, almost covering the ice and snow land tens of thousands of miles from east to west and thousands of feet wide from north to south, like an abyss.

The sky and the earth are full of the roars of innocent souls.

"Heavenly soldiers cannot retreat!"

"Don't disappoint Your Majesty's expectations!"

"Don't embarrass the real monarch who is fighting seven saints alone at this time! Follow me!"

Several times the heavenly generals yelled angrily, leading the army to charge forward, trying to break through the front formation with his own strength.

However, their supernatural powers fell, and the Wuchang formation formed by hundreds of golden immortals, hundreds of heavenly immortals, and true immortals in front of them is far more powerful than the personal strength of a heavenly general...

Hit a stone with an egg, but that's all.

Millions of heavenly soldiers were wiped out in an instant, the heavens and the earth mourned, and boundless blood rained down...

Fortunately, these millions of heavenly soldiers bought a little time for the rear to adjust the battle formation in time. The prehistoric camp retreated a hundred miles and set up a large formation again, but this time, there were mostly real immortals and golden immortals mixed in.

This time, I was able to resist for a while.

And everywhere in the world, a steady stream of monks flocked towards the north; the north was quickly gathering a group of heavenly and golden immortals, so that the monks in the fairyland immediately retreated to the south without making fearless sacrifices.

If you want to bleed, you have to rank behind these high-level monks.

But this first battle was indeed defeated; but the more tragic battle is yet to come, and the army of the most powerful is not invincible.

Daoist Taiyi stood on a high mountain, gazing at the scenery of the Northland. Behind him, dozens of masters who were proficient in formation techniques frowned and thought.

After all, there is a way to crack the five permanent formations...

...

beyond the sky.