The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"A place to try swords?"

Inside the Chaos Clock, under the vast starry sky, there is a fairy island floating in the starry sky with lingering celestial sounds and celestial energy. The originally cold place has become more angry because of the arrival of more than 20 people including Nezha.

Next to a stone tablet, Lei Zhenzi read out the four big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes on it, and others saw hundreds of jade bottles placed on the big stone beside it.

Tianyan Daozi's voice sounded around:

"Here, take the pills by yourself, don't take them out, don't be greedy for too much. If you feel that you are in a perfect state, you can enter the front formation, Daluo goes to the left, and the quasi-sage goes to the right."

The voice of the voice became farther and farther away, and Tianyan Daozi's dao rhyme soon disappeared, leaving the more than twenty 'young generals' looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Go and try," Nezha said in a low voice, and instead of looking at the pills, he stepped on the hot wheel, raised the fire-pointed gun, and walked towards the magic circle with a solemn expression.

However, Lei Zhenzi went to the boulder, picked up the elixir and carefully identified it, and finally found the elixir that was beneficial to his cultivation. After taking one, he went to meditate in the distance and began to improve his cultivation.

The difference between the two personalities can also be seen here.

Next, more than half of those who choose to enter the magic circle like Nezha, and more calm, like Lei Zhenzi, who take medicine to increase their cultivation base first.

Both Deng Chanyu and Huang Tianhua chose to increase their cultivation first, but the six Buddhist disciples were considered a little bit backbone, they didn't pay much attention to the elixir given by the Daoist sage, and directly entered the teleportation formation.

The light continued to flicker, and the first twelve people stepped into the teleportation formation, but these twelve people all appeared on the same island, but were separated by the formation, and a figure either sitting or standing appeared in front of each of them.

Nezha was the first to enter the formation, and at this time he had already fought with his opponent.

The others also quickly entered the state of fighting with all their hearts. After all, the enemy in front of them is really too difficult to deal with, and the killing intent they released cannot be faked.

These gatekeepers with ferocious faces and a bloody aura in their breath, they are ready to kill them when they strike, and they are merciless in their actions, which makes many people tired of dealing with them.

On the original fairy island, Lei Zhenzi was the first to stand up, holding his magic weapon and walking towards the moving formation, but before he reached the big formation, the light flickered in the formation, and two somewhat embarrassed figures fell from midair and were thrown out of the big formation.

Failed to break through the level, unable to move forward.

These two happened to be disciples of a Buddhist sect, who were late in teaching. The young monk of the Buddhist sect showed a thoughtful face, and then sat on the ground to heal his wounds.

The latter gritted his teeth, smiled wryly at Lei Zhenzi, turned around and went to get the elixir to restore his mana and improve his cultivation.

They don't actually know that the gatekeepers everyone faces are existences whose strength is a line higher than theirs. No matter how high their cultivation base is, as long as they fail to reach the pinnacle of quasi-sage, they will be entangled by the phantom clone made by Mirage Dragon.

This is the trial of the sword.

Lei Zhenzi took a light breath and stepped into the formation.

And he, the figure has not appeared here since then...

"This place of trial is interesting," Deng Chanyu said with a smile, got up together with Liuya, and they moved forward hand in hand.

Compared with the last time she met Yang Jian, Liu Ya has grown up a lot, but she still looks like a girl, she looks cute and cute, and she has a compelling aura all over her body.

Liuya said: "Because of the catastrophe, the saints also cultivated us at any cost. We must seize the opportunity."

"Try the sword later, we should not be able to take care of each other, we will meet at the next resting place."

"Well, don't be blocked."

Smiling, the two women entered the teleportation formation together, and disappeared as two rays of light, and the two of them did not return.

Those who originally stayed here to meditate and practice entered the formation one after another; while those who originally went to break through immediately, two-thirds were knocked back to practice here.

There are disciples of explaining teaching and cutting teaching here, so the two sides naturally compare secretly, and there is some rivalry.

What's more, there are more Buddhist disciples on the side. Although the Taoist disciples have not said that they are unanimous, they don't want to lose to these young bald heads.

With a lot of energy, Nezha fought bloody battles, broke through six checkpoints in a row with the fire-pointed gun and the Qiankun circle, passed through eight fairy islands, and was finally taken care of by the mirage dragon on the ninth fairy island.

The place of sword testing is for them to practice quickly. It is meaningless to simply break through the barrier. They must feel pressure, experience frustration, and wander between life and death...

But Nezha was very angry, and he refused to give up easily when he got this opportunity, so that he was beaten all over by the phantom, but he still refused to give up.

It was Tianyan Daozi who saw that Nezha's strong support was depleting his own potential, so he asked Mirage to control the phantom and forcibly knocked Nezha unconscious, which made Nezha stop.

He was seriously injured, but the sage and mirage dragon did not protect each other secretly, everything was chance, and everything was tempering.

When Nezha fell into a coma covered in blood, and the lotus body absorbed the surrounding vitality to restore itself, Lei Zhenzi, Wei Hu and two Buddhist disciples arrived here one after another.

They wanted to help Nezha heal, but they were stopped by Tianyan Daozi.

"The place where the sword is tested, each depends on its own fate, and it is not allowed to harm or help each other. Those who disobey the order will be expelled immediately."

After the words fell, a stone tablet was erected beside the boulder where the elixir was placed, which can be regarded as a newly established rule.

In this way, the other four can only go through the barrier individually, leaving Nezha to be miserable there.

After a while, Nezha finally woke up,

"hiss……"

Nezha counted how many of his bones were still healthy, gritted his teeth and climbed up, glanced at the elixirs placed on the flattened boulder beside him, and the stone tablet that had just appeared, and slowly climbed up leaning on his spear.

The wounds deep enough to reach the bone were constantly being affected, and Nezha's little face, which still had a little bit of the spirit of the past, was a little pale, but he just insisted on taking the elixir to restore his cultivation base and improve his chances of enlightenment, and did not use the healing elixir.

He also understands that his lotus body is far from reaching the upper limit, and this injury is also an opportunity to stimulate him to tap his potential.

After swallowing the elixir, Nezha sat down cross-legged, and was about to meditate when two people fell out of the formation, Wei Hu and a Buddhist monk.

The two of them also looked miserable, with injuries all over their bodies. Nezha grinned at Wei Hu, who smiled wryly and crawled towards this side on the ground.

And the Buddhist disciples who have always insisted on not using Taoist elixir can only bow their heads to Mirage Phantom at this time, take the elixir for healing and restoring cultivation, and recite Amitabha more than ten times in their mouths.

Only Lei Zhenzi and the somewhat ugly Buddhist disciple did not come back.

Half a day later, the three people here also recovered seven or eighty-eight.

"The ninth level seems to be a little different from the previous ones," Wei Hu repaired the subduing magic pestle with all his strength.

Nezha said: "The sage master has an order and cannot help each other."

"It's just a little chat, it should be fine," Wei Hu shook his head slightly, "The first few levels are surrounded by abandoned cities, and the ninth level is in a large hall, surrounded by some scary ghost statues."

A young Buddhist monk at the side spit out a sentence: "Every September 1st disaster."

Nezha pursed his lips, closed his eyes and concentrated on recovering from his injuries. After another two hours, he jumped up again, grabbed the pointed spear and raised his arms, and rushed into the magic circle again.

This time, Mirage Dragon did not intentionally stay in trouble, and Nezha also chased Lei Zhenzi who was trapped in the twelfth level.

The few of them are relatively quick to break through the level, and they are also the candidates who are expected to be the first to pass the first 30 levels of tests and reach the rear seven sword-testing roads that truly contain the Supreme Dao Zang.

Behind them, most of the others walked at the same pace. Although Da Luo and Zhunsheng separated from each other when they broke through the barrier, they were still on the way. Huang Tianhua and Deng Chanyu, who Yang Jian was worried about, were not left behind by others.

If they, the first group of monks who entered the sword-testing place, can improve greatly, then the sword-testing place will definitely become a great weapon for the prehistoric camp to fight against the forces of the strongest.

It's just that the effect is still uncertain at this time.

The place where the sword is tested can be regarded as the product of Yang Jian's whim. How effective it can be, Yang Jian also has no aim in his heart.

He is now busy looking for a person, a monkey to be precise.

A few days ago, he had to be reported that Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, had appeared in a small world and repelled an army of the most powerful, but when he sent people to look for it, the monkey had disappeared.

Now that the sword-testing place has been built, Yang Jian still misses this little monkey who is his half-disciple, and wants to send him into it as well to experience it.

If he can successfully reach the pinnacle of quasi-sage, or untie his last shackle of heaven and earth within the Chaos Clock, the prehistoric side will be considered as one more powerful general...

There is no fight to defeat the Buddha in the world, only the Monkey King and the Sun Xingzhe who doesn't know where are left.

Yang Jian was quite quick in finding people. He drove the Golden Body Avenue and quickly searched one piece after another of the Great Thousand World and the Small Thousand World, especially those places that were in turmoil and war.

Sun Wukong is unwilling to be lonely in his bones. Maybe he will not stand by when Honghuang encounters such a catastrophe...

Hard work pays off, Yang Jian spent half a day working hard and finally found the monkey's breath.

That is also a great world that is in chaos with the army of the most powerful, but it happens to be in the opposite direction of the Naraku world.

Although the main attack direction of the most powerful is not here, and the masters are also chased and killed by Yang Jian, they can only gather around Wubuzhou at this time, but the battle situation here is still a bit difficult to maintain.

There is no way, the continuous stream of resentful souls turned into ghost soldiers, and the army of the most powerful side continued to flow, covering the sky and covering the earth. Only the three quasi-sages who came back from the dead were in charge, and the monks here were beaten back.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, but did not move rashly.

This place is a little far away from the Naraku Realm, if he is surrounded by Xu Mo, Venerable Earth, Water, and the Lord of Blood Mist, it will be a little troublesome.

Soon, his eyes were locked on a battle situation with quasi-holy fighting skills, and his eyes fell on a cliff.

There is an eagle standing on the branch of the crooked neck tree on the edge of the cliff, tilting its head and watching the big battle that is close at hand...