The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Yang Jian!"

Crazy with hatred, burning with anger.

It stands to reason that he is also a Daoist saint who has experienced many disasters and cultivated, and he has followed the most powerful man to destroy the glorious world of Taisu Realm. The blood demon map Wujing's Taoist heart is not so 'fragile'.

However, everyone has weaknesses. When Yang Jian's Three Thousand Gods and Demons met Tu Wujing's blood mist supernatural powers, Tu Wujing was extremely depressed, and a cloud of evil fire almost made him lose his mind.

Fortunately, the accumulation of many years is still there, and Tu Wujing just cursed twice, and continued to trap Yang Jian in place.

And although Yang Jian took advantage of the opponent's miscalculation every time to launch an offensive against other saints, he found the right opportunity every time, but he was still unable to make meritorious deeds.

These Dao sages who have survived through hundreds of battles really have no easy people.

The fierce battle is still going on, and the nine Dao Saints who got together to refine the formation map have already started the formation deduction.

Gradually, Yang Jian also became a little impatient.

Mother, Feng Wu, and Xiao Lan entered the saint's tomb, and they were taking care of them, so it was actually considered safe at this time.

Now that the Hei Ling Kingdom is in disaster, what Yang Jian is worried about is that this army will rush to the wilderness and attack and kill the spirit army led by Xinke from behind.

At that time, even if Uncle Yunxiao could delay Xu Mo, the ninth strongest, the situation in Honghuang would not be optimistic.

But he was trapped by the blood demon supernatural power here, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, and he really restrained him to death.

No effort, no reality, how to break this supernatural power?

Yang Jian's thoughts flowed rapidly, but before he could find a way to break it, he heard several shouts from around, but it was the nine Daoist saints who had grasped the formation and were forming an formation and flying towards Yang Jian.

Just in time!

Just as Yang Jian was about to continue using the Three Thousand Gods and Devils, Blood Demon Tu Wuhen shouted sharply: "Don't let him use his supernatural powers! Attack this guy by force and set up a big formation!"

"good!"

After a few replies, three other Daoist saints who had been harassing with supernatural powers came forward, mobilized boundless mana, transformed into tyrannical supernatural powers, and smashed at Yang Jian's golden body.

Tu Wuhen waved his bloody palm like crazy, and the blood mist almost boiled.

A little anger flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he suddenly raised the magic gun in his hand, a bright starlight illuminated the void in all directions, and then jumped up with the blood mist!

Overwhelming formation!

The waves are rolling!

Yang Jian's jumping body suddenly heard the sound of turbulent waves, and he saw the boundless flood rushing out of Yang Jian's golden body, and for a while, the blood mist rushed to all directions.

This is the moment!

Yang Jian knew that Tu Wujing's supernatural powers were powerful, but he used the universe in his body to make a sudden attack, and found an opportunity for himself to explode.

The three rushing Daoist saints were too close to Yang Jian at this time. Although they wanted to suppress Yang Jian better, they forgot Yang Jian's identity.

Sanctified in the flesh, the undefeated golden body practitioner who can confront their master with the ninth most tough!

No wind!

Seventy-two changes! Become a fire phoenix! Feiyu escapes into the air! Avenue blessing!

Two overlapping forces!

Hearing the sound of a phoenix cry outside the city of Xuandu shaking the chaotic sea in all directions, the dazzling flame wrapped the sharp and cold tip of the spear, almost blinking, and swept across the body of a Daoist saint...

The avenue collided, and the golden beam of light that appeared under the flame directly shattered a touch of sky blue halo.

The point of the gun slashed across, and the head of this Daoist saint was in a different place, and the original soul was directly pierced by the point of the gun...

This is the Battle of Xuandu City, the second Dao Saint who has fallen!

A gleam of blood chased after him, and it was the furious Tu Wujing.

However, Yang Jian temporarily left this guy who he couldn't handle behind him, and his eyes had already locked on another person. The fire and phoenix drew a perfect arc, despite the rain of swords and swords in front of him, and the light of countless magical powers shining, he still rushed forward brazenly!

"Fellow Daoist, save me!"

The white-haired and white-bearded avenue sage shouted hastily, exhausting all his magical powers, trying to get rid of Yang Jian's pursuit.

But Yang Jian's Absolute Wind Divine Ability directly sealed off the world, making it impossible to escape; and Yang Jian, who controls the avenue, has the Fuyao Nine Heavens Art, and the Flying Feather Escape Art, is it so easy to be thrown away?

"snort!"

With a cold snort, at the moment when the blood was shining on his body, before Yang Jian's figure was swallowed by the blood mist, the two overlapping guns were finally fired.

Two overlapping forces!

Dao sages who have been sanctified by Yuan Shen Dao are simply wounded and dead in the middle!

The golden body avenue unreasonably smashed the opponent's mysterious avenue that seemed to have the power of good fortune, and another head was thrown into the air, and Yang Jian beheaded the third saint!

"Yang Jian! You really deserve to die!"

Blood Demon Tu Wujing shouted angrily, and then attacked Yang Jian fiercely.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and simply unleashed the Xuanwu True God. Under Tu Wujing's offensive, his golden body didn't even move.

However, the blood mist restricted his movements, and Tu Wujing's offensive also prevented him from fighting at will. This fighting method was actually a bit dull.

Surrounding them, nine avenue saints with lingering fears had already stood in their respective positions. They cast spells at the same time, making complicated handprints in their hands, and the nine avenues enveloped the vast land outside Xuandu City in the direction of the nine palaces.

Immediately afterwards, each of the nine avenues changed; under Yang Jian's feet and above his head, puffs of gray mist suddenly appeared.

"You just wait here to die!"

Tu Wujing scolded in a cold voice, and the attack became more urgent.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and immediately unleashed three thousand magic bites, turning himself into a giant python to use the momentum to get out.

But it is so simple to combine the power of nine Dao sages, and it is the trap handed down by the most powerful person himself? Not to mention that the blood demon, a master who can fight Yang Jian head-on, is constantly harassing him, and Yang Jian really can't leave if he wants to.

In the blink of an eye, the gray aura engulfed Yang Jian's figure, including Tu Wujing and the nine Daoist saints, just outside the city of Xuandu.

The fighting technique stopped suddenly, and the breath of boundless chaos surged again, and the shattered sea of ​​Taoism quickly recovered, and the universe was established again.

Outside the big formation, Xu Mo's old troops regrouped again. They were killed by Yang Jian a few times before, and more than half of the old troops were lost.

And the Daoist sage standing outside the formation with a little frown seemed a little too lonely...

Of the fourteen saints, three of them were beheaded by Yang Jian one after another, and ten more stayed here to trap Yang Jian. He was the only one who could move.

"Go and support the master."

A smear of blood overflowed from the formation, Tu Wujing's figure was somewhat blurred, and his face was extremely dark.

"Tell the master the truth about the situation here, this formation can trap Yang Jian until the master comes to kill this beast."

"But, blood leader, with me alone, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

"You go, everything is under the master's control, why, do you want to disobey?"

"I don't dare to disobey orders," the Daoist sage smiled wryly, looked at the lotus platform in his hand, and sighed softly.

The order was issued, and hundreds of thousands of Xu Mo's old troops set out from outside Xuandu City, and under the blessing of a saint's road, they rushed forward quickly.

According to their speed, it will only take an hour or two to reach Honghuang; of course, the premise is that there will be no blocking from the army of the Black Spirit Kingdom on the way...

The Tomb of the Master of Liuli Treasure.

Seeing that Yang Jian was dragged by the blood demon supernatural power, and then dragged into the trapped formation bit by bit, many saints and ghosts could only sigh softly, but they couldn't go to help.

They couldn't leave the big formation of the tomb.

"It's peace of mind," Xue Sheng Canling also specially sent a voice to Yao Ji and the others, "This is just a trapped formation. Obviously, the other party has nothing to do with Yang Jian, so they use the trapped formation to trap him. Now, what needs to be worried is Honghuang's side. We can't go out. Who of you wants to go to Honghuang to send a letter?"

Xiao Lan immediately stood up, "I'll go."

"En," Xue Sheng Can Ling nodded lightly, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and handed it to Xiao Lan.

This scroll, once used by Yang Jian, is exactly what Lao Tzu Taiqing made, and it is a treasure that can directly return to the prehistoric in Xuandu City.

Xue Sheng Canling murmured: "Today I finally know why you left this thing on my place on purpose. Could it be that you calculated these things? Or did you see them in your dreams?"

Xiao Lan and Feng Wu looked at each other, neither knowing what was going on.

Yao Ji on the side said: "Let me go, Lan'er will stay here, and later collect the army of the Black Spirit Nation, and let Feng Wu help you here."

"How can this be done?" Xiao Lan hurriedly said, "How can my mother be easily involved? If my husband finds out about this, I'm afraid I'll be beaten and scolded. The Hei Ling Kingdom was smashed to pieces by those saints. Where there is any army, I can help Sister Xinke when I go there. Feng Wu, take good care of your mother."

"En," Feng Wu nodded lightly, with a little depression in his eyes.

Obviously, she also felt like a drag.

What else did Yao Ji say, Xiao Lan has already ordered five quasi-sacred spirit masters to come out.

Xue Sheng gave a few instructions beside Xiao Lan, and the saint Can Ling brought a bracelet, and there were living things in the bracelet, and Xiao Lan took the five masters into it.

This trip is extremely dangerous, but if it can be done, it may increase the odds of winning the prehistoric war.

If Ao Xinke can be vigilant and make arrangements in advance, even if he can't fight against Xu Mo's old tribe who has a great sage, he can try his best to delay the time for the opponent to rush to the prehistoric.

only……

"Girl doll, this thing is for you, put a drop of blood on it."

A chubby saint Remnant Ling threw a necklace over, but Xiao Lan was decisive, refining it directly without even thinking about it.

"Go."

Xue Sheng said in a low voice, and the Lord of Glazed Glass in the glazed pillar gently pushed his hand, and a door had already been opened.

Outside the door is the exit of the saint's tomb in Xuandu City.

Xiao Lan took a light breath and held the scroll in his hand, of course he knew what kind of crisis he would face when he went out.

She is not the temperament of a mother-in-law, so she immediately stepped forward and jumped out of the door.

But the moment she jumped out, a bloody light blasted from outside the city!

The master of Liuli snorted coldly, and the corpse of the saint in the pillar suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had turned into a dead body, a creepy whistling sound emerged in Xuandu City.

The phantom of a big golden hand passed over Xiao Lan and directly scattered the blood light!

As for Xiao Lan, who had already spread out the scroll at this time, her figure was wrapped in yin and yang, taking advantage of the force of Xuandu City's formation at this time, and the universe and the sea of ​​Tao had just recovered, her figure disappeared in a flash.

In the big formation that trapped Yang Jian, Tu Wujing cursed angrily, but quickly calmed down his heart, and fought with Yang Jian quietly.

Yang Jian, who was trapped by this big formation, was still extremely difficult...