The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Burning blood, burning soul, the improvement that can be obtained is too limited.

Yang Jian threw everything away, just wanting to fight to the death, even if he could die with this strongest man.

That way at least there is some dignity, and there is no need to wait for the Eternal Kingdom of God to recover and crush the prehistoric people into residues.

Yang Jian didn't think that Dubi in his previous life could leave behind. If he hadn't cultivated eight or nine mysterious kung fu and returned to the great realm, he might not even know that he was Dubi.

He just happened to come from the soul of the earth, a person who already had deep feelings for the prehistoric, just wanted to desperately protect everything he owns...

Just an ordinary lonely ghost.

The world is difficult, and there is not much time left for cultivation, but the opponents are getting stronger and stronger one by one, and that chance of life seems to be getting farther and farther away.

At the moment when the soul was burned, Yang Jian actually gave up on himself.

He couldn't bear it any longer...

Since the fall of Honghuang, the pressure on his shoulders has made him unable to move, and his heart has been twitching on the verge of twisting.

Fight to the death, and then be free.

When rushing towards the little monk in white, Yang Jian had such thoughts in his heart, and then he was full of reluctance and regrets, but in the end he was swallowed up by the anger, and only his next offensive was how to fight this Xeon to death!

stack force!

open day!

Turning into a streak of blood, Yang Jian split open the huge golden statue of Buddha, tore apart the palms that were slapped one by one, and slammed into the little monk in white amidst the cold snort of the little monk in white!

Three thousand gods and demons eat!

Zhentian Jedi India!

Swallow the world and suppress the ancient and modern!

The three-pointed, two-edged gun couldn't even bear the power that Yang Jian crazily poured into it, and it was trembling and trembling!

A stream of blood and golden lights gushed out from all over the prehistoric world, and the world that had been punctured at this time just became a channel for the aftermath of these fighting techniques to vent.

In Central China, the war has basically come to an end. Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Sun Wukong, Zixia, Jinzha, Muzha... a group of more than 30 people are about to rush to the underworld to support at this time.

But just as they assembled, a section of thousands of kilometers of mountains and rivers on the south side of Central China suddenly collapsed, and the sky was full of rocks flying. They saw a wolf-faced leopard with dozens of long tails flying out of the rocks, and under it, a gray green kunpeng followed closely, crashing one after another!

"Kunpeng!"

"It's Kunpeng!"

"That fierce beast...it's grabbing Empress Nuwa!"

After a few whispers, Nezha and the others were about to rush forward to rescue them, when they suddenly felt two amazing auras gushing out from the ground.

The golden light was shining, but it was shaking constantly, and the little monk in white who was sitting cross-legged on the six-path samsara disk flew up at a high speed. Although the rhyme and aura of Taoism and aura were tyrannical that Nezha and the others had never experienced, at this moment, he seemed to be fleeing in a hurry.

A gleam of blood rushed towards him very quickly. If you take this little monk in white as a reference, you can see the gleam of blood very quickly.

There is no hiding!

One shot came, one shot forward, one shot swept across, and the latter shot almost overlapped the previous one, which meant that the move was about to break through the limit of the universe.

Behind them, the universe collapsed all the way;

Between them, countless small chains of Taoism collapsed...

It wasn't just that one shot penetrated the barrier that the little monk in white was trying his best to prop up, and then the continuous offensive hit the little monk in white, knocking his body far away.

And the blood light stopped for a moment, grabbed the six reincarnation disc under the little monk's seat in white with one hand, yanked it abruptly, snatched it back abruptly, and threw it back into the underworld.

After such a delay, the little monk in white appeared above Nine Heavens, his white robe was stained with blood, and he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with a livid face.

"Damn it, it's really hateful, how come I met a lunatic like you!"

But Yang Jian couldn't delay, what was burning now was his life!

The undefeated golden body art, the eight or nine profound arts, the sea-covering formation, and the universe within the body, have been forced to the extreme by him at this time!

However, there was an incomparably mysterious dao rhyme from the Bajiu Xuangong. Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he saw a scene that shocked him extremely in the blink of an eye.

He saw it, saw the mystery of the breakthrough of the Bajiu Xuangong!

Because he saw Taisu's final battle, the battle between Panshen and Xu Mo in his heyday with all his strength, it was the final blow...

‘Take it, my way, my body, my god, my soul, my spirit, take them all. '

‘Maybe I will not be able to step into the realm of the strongest in this life, but today, I will do everything I can to smash your Dao into pieces and protect my remains of Tai Su! '

'Xu Mo! '

The giant with boundless blood burning all over his body opened his eyes, while the figure opposite him turned his head and ran away.

'cut! '

It was the nine forms of opening the sky that Yang Jian was familiar with. The nine forms merged into one, and he gave up everything he had and merged into this axe.

give it all...

give it all...

He didn't leave any escape path for himself at all, and he didn't leave any fuel for Nirvana at all.

Yang Jian raised his head abruptly, the divine light surged in the vertical eyes on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with golden and blood-colored light.

Boom!

There seemed to be a heartbeat resounding between heaven and earth, and suddenly several phantoms appeared around Yang Jian's body, but these phantoms quickly overlapped with Yang Jian.

The corner of the little monk's mouth twitched slightly, but at this moment he disappeared in a flash, to avoid Yang Jian's sharp edge temporarily.

"Pan Shen can hurt Xu Mo, and I can kill you!"

With a sudden stomp on the ground, the prehistoric land continued to shake, and mountains and rivers collapsed everywhere.

Yang Jian grabbed the front with his left hand, the void was shattered, and the stars turned into powder. It seemed that thousands of worlds were in the palm of this palm, and the entire sea of ​​chaos was almost subverted by this palm.

Yuanshi Tianzun seemed to think of something, and shouted on the cloud: "Yang Jian can't do it!"

But Yang Jian's whole body had been dripping with blood, and the blood was trembling slightly, as if he wanted to return to Yang Jian's body, but he couldn't find his way back.

Golden flames spewed out of Yang Jian's breath, he grabbed it with his left hand, pulled it back, and a white shadow fell from the air.

"How could it be!" The young monk in white was shocked in his eyes, but the shock turned into fear in the next instant!

That shot!

It was like the divine arrow that Hou Yi shot at the Golden Crow, and it seemed to gather the roars of those dying creatures in the endless years!

But it was like an ordinary shot, without any fancy, just a light stab, pierced through the chest of the young monk in white, smashed a jade plate behind the opponent, broke a jade tree from it, and finally stopped in front of a simple jade bowl...

Yang Jian's whole body was like a bloody man, the light in his eyes faded, and he seemed to be about to fall down.

But he let go of the spear, clenched his iron fist, and hit the little monk in white who wanted to say something...

It seemed to be just one punch, but when it landed, it was already thousands of punches...

"die!"

The word squeezed out between the jaws, the fist slowly fell again...

There was silence between heaven and earth, and everyone watched this scene quietly, but the already withered Dao Xin of many great powers trembled so much that their eyes turned red.

A touch of purple brilliance shone, and a hand appeared out of thin air, resting on Yang Jian's shoulder.

"Too hard, kid."

A small tree appeared behind the purple-haired man. The moment that tree appeared, the world seemed to be filled with life, full of life.

A branch of the little tree pressed down, and a drop of crystal water fell on the top of Yang Jian's head. The gradually weakening breath on his body immediately stabilized, and then slowly rose.

Sighing softly, the purple-haired man threw the figure he had been carrying in his hand to the side of the young monk in white on the ground, pointed a finger at Yang Jian's forehead, closed his eyes, and moved his lips slightly, as if he was whispering something.

Yang Jian was already in a semi-conscious state at this time, and opened his eyes in a daze to look at the man in front of him...

"Uncle..."

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood. I will help you temporarily suppress your eight or nine profound kung fu, and break through after you wake up. Remember what I told you, today is not the end, you still have unfinished business to do."

Yang Jian replied in a daze, and lay down in a different shape.

The purple-haired man waved lightly, and Yang Jian's figure was sent to Nezha and Monkey King, who was hugged by Nezha.

"Master!"

Zixia burst into tears, ran over and took out ammunition in her sleeves, but Yang Jian had passed out completely and couldn't swallow it at all.

"Three eyes..." Sun Wukong sighed softly beside him, "I didn't expect you to be the most stupid in the end."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Say it again?" Zixia raised her head and stared at Sun Wukong, gritted her teeth and scolded angrily, "Master has devoted all his efforts to you, taught you mystical skills, and helped you practice so far. He has saved you several times, but you have to insult him like this!"

"Okay, Zixia, take care of senior brother first, hurry up, go find Master Saint!"

Nezha, Zixia, and several Taoist disciples around hurriedly rushed to the cloud with Yang Jian in their arms, and Sanqing had already greeted them.

Outside the sky, Kunpeng phantom who was listening to the battle with the beasts hurried back, and Nuwa on his back was intact, but this phantom had scars all over his body.

Kunpeng turned into a real person in Yuding, and Nuwa appeared next to Yang Jian in a flash, and hurriedly checked Yang Jian's injury.

when--

The golden cudgel fell to the ground, Sun Wukong looked up at the cloud, subconsciously took half a step back, grabbed the Taoist standing beside him, and asked in a low voice: "Is what she said true? What she said is true!"

The Taoist sighed suddenly.

"Good," Daxian Zhenyuan, who was meditating on the side to heal his wounds, opened his eyes and said softly, "Brother Yi, it's useless to hide things from you now."

"In this world, Zhenjun Erlang is the most proficient in eight or nine profound arts. In fact, he taught you all your abilities."

"It's just that Zhenjun Erlang didn't want you to be under his shadow all the time. After he taught you the immortal method, he concealed his identity from you and spurred you on."

Sun Wukong clenched his fists.

Zhenyuan Great Immortal said:

"Before you were born, you were plotted against by the Buddhist sect. The real king was afraid that you, a person who should be robbed, would be ruined by the Buddhist sect, and played games with the Buddhist sect several times."

"When you were born, Zhenjun Erlang appeared directly to protect you..."

"enough!"

Sun Wukong let out a low cry, and the golden cudgel flew back to his hand by itself.

Turning around suddenly, the monkey's eyes were blazing, staring at the two most powerful men lying there and the purple-haired man who suddenly appeared.