The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the midst of wild mountains, a figure galloped through the mountains, and the hundred-foot-high ridge could be turned over with just a few jumps.

If a monk observed from the sky, he would definitely be terrified, and mistakenly thought it was a humanoid beast running in the mountains.

This is naturally Yang Jian, he went looking for the sky that was illuminated red, because that is the direction of the big city, maybe the sky full of fire broke out in the big city.

When running at a high speed, the mountain wind beside his ears would also make a 'woo-woo' sound, but in a daze, Yang Jian seemed to hear the screams of killing in the wind blowing from the sky, and the wails of countless creatures, which made him feel a little heavy inexplicably.

Finally, the eyes suddenly opened up, but he had already rushed to a cliff on the edge of the mountain range. Looking up, Yang Jian couldn't help but his pupils shrank...

That big city, which was originally a frontier fortress, was submerged in the sky in the middle of the night!

When Yang Jian saw this scene, it happened to be the time when the flames in the city over there were at their peak. The flames were like waves, one piece after another, and the strong wind blowing from nowhere made the fire completely out of control!

The flames were raging in the sky, Yang Jian's eyes reflected the flames, and he couldn't help but tremble!

He seemed to see the picture of countless people struggling in the flames in the city!

It was more like hearing countless tragic cries piercing through the flame-red din...

Under the overwhelming fire, human life is really like nothing, and it will be ashes in the blink of an eye!

That is, tens of thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of flesh and blood people in the border town!

A monstrous resentment rushed straight to Xiaohan! The galaxy is blinded, and the bright moon is dark red!

This, this is the roar of the creatures to the world!

Unwilling to them in this life!

It really made Yang Jian, a monk who had just practiced Xuanfa for a short time, tremble inexplicably in his heart.

Yang Jian is not a high-ranking and powerful person, nor is he a immortal immortal with a perfect Taoist heart who is famous for the sun and the moon. He witnessed with his own eyes that a big border city was burned to the ground in this monstrous flames, and his feet softened, and he fell to the ground.

"Why..." Yang Jian murmured, at this moment Dao Xin suffered a great shock.

He looked around the flames in a daze. With the light of the flames shining, he clearly saw more than a dozen neatly arranged square formations, and he saw the banners fluttering in the heat wave.

Behind these phalanxes, farther away from the big city, there were corpses strewn all over the field. I don't know how many dead souls were crying, and the blood hadn't been drained yet!

The fire in the city was caused by these enemy soldiers?

ruthless! Too cruel!

Yang Jian has known for a long time that this is a frontier fortress, a place on the border between two imperial states in this big world.

But he didn't expect that the enemy facing Shang Dehou was so vicious that he burned the whole border town with a fire! What's more, the soldiers and guards blocked the gates on all sides of the city, leaving the people in the city with nowhere to go, and could only be burned to death by the fire!

This, is this the Great Desolation?

I haven't seen the gods fighting yet, but I have seen the secular country fighting.

I often hear people say that "the world is not benevolent and treats all things as straw dogs", but I never thought that people can kill people like this.

Is this world wrong?

Are these mortals wrong?

Are the teachings of the sages to the world wrong since ancient times?

Yang Jian kept questioning in his heart, there was rumbling thunder in his body, his eyes turned blankly, and finally they were just blank.

He didn't notice this battle during the four hours of meditation, but even if he did, what could he do?

Even if he alone can prevent the two armies from confronting each other, can he also prevent the cruelty in the hearts of countless souls in this glorious world?

"Alas..." Yang Jian sighed for a long time, got up, and was about to leave dejectedly.

He vaguely understands why the master always says 'less karma'. At this time, his Dao heart was turbulent, and his heart was gloomy, because he had a great karma with the word 'human'.

In the previous life, he was human; in this life, he is human.

But just as Yang Jian took two steps, he stopped suddenly. A thought suddenly came to his mind, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the blazing fire.

wrong!

wrong!

This fire is strange, this wind is unusual!

Yang Jian's heart trembled, a cool air flowed from head to toe, as if he could hear the sound of bells and drums echoing in his heart, that sound was "walking alone in the road"!

Opening his eyes again, Yang Jian's eyes were not blank or hollow, only two rays of light flickered.

But this time, Yang Jian was even more angry, and he couldn't help shouting:

"How dare!"

He saw, in the direction of the city, amidst the raging flames, a skinny old Taoist sitting on a futon, holding a gourd in his hand.

The futon kept pouring endless flames, but there was a vortex in front of the mouth of the gourd, before the vortex...

A series of terrifying and ferocious roaring souls were swallowed by the sea!

Yang Jian understood in an instant that although Master Yuding hadn't told him this, he had taken Xiaochaner to walk on the land of the prehistoric Wubuzhou for several months.

Where is the prehistoric Wubuzhou? That is the sacred place of monasticism that all monks yearn for! At the same time, it is also a place with a lot of information and mottled information.

Yang Jian had heard people talking about similar situations, but he didn't expect that such a situation would actually happen!

What a wicked person! He actually used the method of burning the city with a big fire to absorb countless resentful spirits for the purpose of cultivating the Tao!

Damn it!

Can't wait to have monstrous power in this body, crush this evil way and shatter his soul!

"Ah!" Yang Jian raised his head and roared. It's not that he couldn't see the death of mortals in vain, but for some reason, there was a burning anger in his heart.

In this situation, a bloody man should be like this!

hateful! hateful! My own cultivation is still shallow, so I can't step forward at all!

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, turned around for the second time, and was about to leave this place. But he has already made up his mind that when he succeeds in cultivation, he will definitely go to seek justice for those people who were burnt alive!

The matter of cultivation is even more urgent!

This time, Yang Jian still didn't take two steps, and stopped again.

Because he heard a long howl, coming from the sky, with a mighty momentum and a rolling sound!

Turning around and looking, there was a purple long rainbow tearing through the night in the sky, and with boundless anger, it directly slashed towards the place of burning flames!

What Changhong slashed at was the figure of the old man!

Yang Jian was full of energy, and there was an indescribable excitement born from his heart!

But the old man sitting cross-legged on the flames let out a cold snort: "Which family's doll dares to ruin the great affairs of the ancestor!"

While speaking, he raised his hand to evoke a long sword condensed with flames, and directly faced the Changhong.

hum! bang bang!

Changhong shattered the flaming long sword, but was also prevented from being castrated. From it fell a bunch of young people with long robes, holding a sword in one hand, and looked at the demon with anger.

"The world is about to fall, and the world is in chaos with monsters! You monster! How dare you do such a detrimental thing!"

Needless to say, this person has already rushed towards the demon way while speaking, shooting out thousands of purple sword shadows from the long sword in his hand, covering the sky and covering the earth in an instant.

"Old Ancestor, I just need a puppet sword servant!"

As if the old Taoist sensed the threat of the coming person, the gourd in his hand dissipated the cyclone, and with a loud shout, he threw the gourd directly at the sword shadows all over the sky.

There was a nine-fold cyclone in Huluzui this time, and it took away most of the sword shadows in an instant.

At this moment, as if a sword shadow had been infused into the soul, it suddenly burst into endless purple light, without using the gourd to absorb it, it directly penetrated into the gourd.

The monk holding the sword shouted: "Explosion!"

The old man's complexion changed drastically but before he could stop it, there was a roar in the gourd, and cracks appeared on it!

"Damn baby, how dare you destroy my magic weapon!"

"Not only destroying your magic weapon, I also want your old life to commemorate the souls of the dead here!"

The young man with the sword once again used the profound method of controlling the sword, and the old demon turned around and left without any muddling, let alone a word of nonsense.

Apparently, the old Taoist had sensed the gap in the supernatural powers of the sword-wielding young man. He had just suffered a loss in fighting skills, and turned around and fled...

The young man with the sword was about to chase after him, but he turned around and shouted to the outside of the city: "I don't care which country you are soldiers from! Put out the fire quickly! Otherwise, when I come back, I will take the head of your lord!"

Those tens of thousands of iron-blooded soldiers were greatly weakened by the shouting and cursing, while the sword-wielding young man turned into a Changhong, and chased after the old demon in the direction he left.

Outside the city, the soldiers in formation were silent for a while, and then the main general's order came out.

firefighting.

On the cliff in the distance, Yang Jian was speechless for a long time, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

Feeling in his heart, he looked down and saw a group of dozens of cavalry galloping towards the mountain range where he was, and behind these dozens of cavalry, the sun was covered by smoke and dust, and there were no fewer than a thousand cavalry.

Yang Jian didn't want to be troublesome at first, but also wanted to try to chase the direction where the old man left, to see if he could get acquainted with the hero from before.

But he suddenly saw a slim figure in silver armor among the fleeing cavalry ahead...

With a movement of his fingertips, Yang Jian sighed softly, and his figure disappeared on the edge of the cliff.