The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It was originally a peaceful banquet, but in the sound of playing music, accidents suddenly occurred, flesh and blood were broken, and evil spirits suddenly appeared.

Yang Jian stared at the side door and couldn't help but stare. Although he had been practicing hard all the year round, it was the first time he saw such a cruel scene. He couldn't react for a while, but just watched there.

The two monsters that broke through the beautiful skin first, like foxes and wolves, rushed towards the main table ferociously, one attacked the Marquis who was sitting on the right seat, and the other rushed towards the three 'friars'.

They are hidden in the body of the dancer, and when the dancer twists her waist and moves forward to "dance", they suddenly attack. How can ordinary people resist?

The 'prince' in brocade clothes who was closest to the two evil spirits was directly pulled upside down, leaving a long wound on his shoulder, even if it was the blood of the emperor's blood in the world, it was also wantonly spilled!

This prince was nothing, but two of the three monks didn't even stand up, their throats were directly pierced by two sharp animal claws, and they fell backwards with their chairs, their eyes staring dead for no reason.

On the main table, among the flashes, there was only one person who responded in time, and that was the burly middle-aged Lord Hou.

Sudden attack, the middle-aged man disappeared in an instant drunkenly, he watched the prince being thrown into the air, his life and death unknown.

The Marquis suddenly raised his hand, and directly pushed out the daughter beside him, that is, the girl overflowing with aura. At the same time, he clenched his iron fist, opened his posture, and let out a roar like a tiger!

"Naughty animal! Dare!"

The iron fist directly hit the animal claws wrapped in light red short fur, and the two hit head-to-head. The Hou Ye, who has been fighting for many years and is famous for his iron blood, was beaten upside down!

The evil spirit stood up on the main table, it was as tall as a person, and once again jumped at the figure of the Hou Ye who flew out, the target was very clear.

But Hou Ye's loud roar before woke up Yang Jian at the side door.

But looking at the other side, two 'friars' dressed in brocade clothes died tragically, but the third person finally had a chance to breathe, and it happened to be the one with a little brush or two among the three monks.

I saw a light purple light curtain staggeringly propped up from the monk's body, directly blocking the monster that was pounced on him, and then... stood up hurriedly, brought down the armchair made of precious wood, and kept backing away in embarrassment.

But this attack was premeditated in advance, and the evil spirit responsible for solving the three' monks' continued to pounce.

"It's none of my business! It's none of my business!"

The 'friar' shook his hands and kept shouting.

At this moment, there were screams from the surrounding guests, and then the whole hall became a mess, and the guests everywhere got up and walked around.

Most of the people rushed to the four exits, and a few people rushed to the Hou Ye, who seemed to be his subordinates.

Fluffy!

There were a few more explosions of blood, and the bodies of the four dancers who were still dancing were blown to pieces!

Four more vicious foxes rushed out, two of them rushed towards the main table, and two of them rushed around to meet the generals, and tore apart any obstacles they encountered with their sharp claws!

The scene was extremely chaotic, and in the blink of an eye, several guests screamed and fell down, dead or seriously injured!

Hou Ye who was beaten into the air stood up to fight again, his burly figure was like an iron tower, he was very skilled in every move, with a murderous aura lingering around him.

Although compared to the vicious and vicious fox, this Marquis is not strong enough, but every move he makes, every move contains some mysteries, and he keeps attacking the vicious fox's flanks and neck, barely blocking the vicious fox for a while.

Originally, these evil spirits didn't want to waste other 'skins', and they saw that their companions couldn't take the life of Lord Hou for a while, so they broke their skins and joined the battle group.

For a while, the blood dance kept floating, screams and screams, one after another.

This... what to do?

Yang Jian was still standing there. Although he was awakened from his stupor before, he was still standing there at this time.

The reason is nothing more than a warning from Master:

Less stick to cause and effect.

In other words, 'mind your own business'.

The moment he woke up, Yang Jian really wanted to rush out, because there was a strong sense of justice in his heart.

As the saying goes, when the road sees injustice, he roars and draws his sword to save the beauty from the hot kang.

Yang Jian's character was formed before Soul Transmigrated. He watched martial arts novels, movies, and TV dramas since he was a child. When he saw monsters making trouble, he naturally wanted to rush to "kill demons and eliminate demons" when he got hot.

But the xinxing he had honed in practice for several years finally played a role at this time.

I asked myself "how to make a move", and my feverish mind was immediately extinguished; the excitement in my eyes gradually calmed down...

This place has nothing to do with him.

He has just practiced for a few years, not to mention that he is only refining his physical body. He only practiced the introductory chapter of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu. He has no magic skills, let alone supernatural powers. Is it just for nothing?

If the little life is gone, what way should we cultivate? What kind of fairy are you?

Regardless of good or evil, monks fight for longevity.

Acting recklessly is just the courage of a common man. Cultivating the Tao does not require a heart of iron and blood, nor can you just hold on to the idea of ​​"human races cannot be bullied" when looking at everything in the world.

After all, what one does in practice is detachment.

However, Yang Jian is considered a human race in the final analysis. He can't see the human race being slaughtered by monsters, and he can't be as detached as Master Yuding.

Torturing his heart, the sense of justice in Yang Jian's heart is still indelible.

That's all, that's how it is.

Yang Jian stepped into the gate, jumped directly onto a stone pillar near the side door, hugged the stone pillar with both hands, and stared fiercely at the field.

First of all, he judged that these vicious foxes that suddenly appeared were very shallow, and their aura was weak and mottled. Feeling carefully, the evil spirits that have appeared in the field do not pose much threat to him.

The ferocious fox is ferocious, and it is even more uncontrollable after being stimulated by the smell of blood. There is a vicious fox that lowers its head and bites a corpse...

But this is not the main motivation for Yang Jian to make a move.

Man eats beast, and beast eats man, isn't it the same? All things are skins, and all living beings can be reincarnated, maybe it's just the catastrophe written in the book of life and death.

Such strange thoughts appeared in Yang Jian's heart, probably because his mentality gradually became a little different when he practiced the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

But when Yang Jian saw that the vicious fox opened its bloody sharp mouth, pink vortexes appeared, and directly swallowed a phantom of a human figure into the fox's mouth...

An uncontrollable anger surged in Yang Jian's heart!

Detain the soul of life to increase the way!

What's this? This is the last chance of life!

"It's really evil, I can't keep you!"

Yang Jian didn't hesitate any longer, roared angrily, and urged the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art with all his strength, bursting out with blood all over his body!

The six vicious foxes stopped at the same time and looked at the stone pillar where Yang Jian was!

But the stone pillar was empty, Yang Jian was gone!

"Die!"

The vicious fox that had swallowed its soul suddenly raised its head, and saw a black shadow falling from the roof of the hall, like a hawk, pounced down.

This ferocious fox was the deepest among the six ferocious foxes. It opened its mouth suddenly and spewed out a puff of pink smoke, then hurried to the side to avoid it.

"break!"

Yang Jian's tongue burst into spring thunder, shaking several people nearby; he punched the powder mist, and the wind of the fist swayed, and the powder mist was directly scattered!

And after he swung his fist, he used the weak counter-shock force from his fist to move his body abruptly!

It was too late and then quickly, before the vicious fox could react, it saw the powder mist break away, and the pounced figure was on top of its head!

Punch! Just a punch!

Yang Jian punched the ferocious fox on the forehead, and with the impact from top to bottom, he 'pressed' the ferocious fox directly onto the carpet.

puff!

The fist smashed the fierce fox's head directly, and the light red blood splashed on Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian stood up, holding a small fox-shaped figure in his fist.

He didn't know how to do it himself. When he smashed the head of this vicious fox, a fleshy palm easily grabbed the soul of this fox...

The eighty-nine profound art is really mysterious.

Yang Jian was angry at it for swallowing human souls, and with a clenched fist, the fox's soul was shattered.

He didn't have any thoughts and pleasure of 'what goes around, comes around', nor did he feel any sense of satisfaction, instead he sighed in his heart.

Because Yang Jian didn't think he was a law enforcer, he was a monk, not a knight.

He took the shot this time only on the premise that he was safe, because he couldn't see the behavior of these vicious foxes.

In this way, the Dao heart is stable, the head is clear and the eyes are clear, and the eyes are very calm, without any fluctuations.

Can't you find a quiet valley to swallow the essence of the sun and the moon?

"Probably, this is also a cause and effect."

Yang Jian seems to have realized something.

Now that he had done it, Yang Jian jumped again.

He didn't go to save the prince first, but rushed towards the guests who had no strength to fight back and were wantonly killed by the vicious fox.

The fist stained with fox blood smashed out, and another fierce fox was smashed to pieces, but this time Yang Jian didn't arrest the soul, turned around and fought again.