The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"That bandit used sorcery to destroy the city! Really hateful! Hateful!"

"I can't wait to go back and fight those bandits!"

"Fight with them!"

Dozens of riders were covered in blood, and most of them were covered in scars. Although they had discarded their helmets and armor, they could not wait to turn around and fight with the pursuers, and reunite with their brothers, wives and children!

But they were afraid, afraid to look back and see the fire that soared into the sky, afraid to think of the robes that fell one after another like being harvested...

What happened before tonight was not a balanced duel at all!

The enemy attacked suddenly, but before the soldiers intersected, billowing black smoke filled the air, and the soldiers who were blown by the black smoke fell to the ground one after another, leaving black blood on their seven orifices to die.

The city was broken, and the enemy almost didn't need a single soldier. Shang Dehou led the general to fight to the death, but attracted the monstrous demon fire...

It didn't take too long before and after, and even thinking about it now, it still seems like a terrible nightmare.

These soldiers were originally the personal guards of Shangdehou's mansion. When the city was broken, they were ordered by Shangdehou to kill a bloody road with the little princess...

In fact, the daughter of Lord Hou could not be called the princess, but because of Shang De Hou's hard work, but the royal family cannot be named king, so the title of princess was specially given to Lord Hou's daughter.

Now, the princess seemed to be stupid. She was tied to the saddle with a rope in a daze, and was carried by the torrent, galloping towards the mountain.

But behind him, there are still more than a thousand elite enemy cavalry!

Entering the mountain pass, the captain of the guard yelled a few times, and the twenty or so riders behind reined in, facing the torrent rushing tens of feet behind him.

"I'll wait for the queen! Hold this place!"

"The princess is not allowed to make mistakes! Take the princess and move on! Don't look back!"

"Go!"

At this time, the eyes of the little princess with empty eyes showed a little light, but in that light, there was despair, bewilderment, and full of grief.

She turned her head to look, and shouted in a mournful voice: "Everyone, hurry up! Don't be there!"

"Princess!" The burly captain of the guard turned his head and looked in the direction of his little master. He was originally a dead man of the Hou Mansion, and he was given the duty of protecting the princess by the Hou sixteen years ago. He worked hard and never let up day and night.

When Shang Dehou died on the wall, he didn't shed a single tear.

When the parents, wives and children in the city were burned by the demon fire, his eyes were only red.

Now, when he turned his head to see the familiar figure rushing into the mountain road protected by Pao Ze, his tiger eyes were filled with tears, and he roared to the sky a few times.

live! Princess! Must survive!

"Block the mountain pass! Don't retreat one step!"

"kill!"

More than twenty blood-stained personal guards, like more than twenty Shura exuding ferocious murderous aura, lined up in a row, just blocking the mountain pass.

Not all of them took death as home and went to die calmly. Even the captain of the guards had despair, reluctance, and twinkle in his eyes at this moment.

But more, it is firm.

Due to the influence of the terrain, most of the opponent's thousand cavalry began to slow down, but the top few dozen cavalry did not slow down, and rushed towards the guards blocking the way.

"Rush over! They've run out of fuel!"

"come!"

"Kill!" The captain of the guard raised the long knife with a curly blade in his hand, and more than twenty riders charged in the opposite direction, and the scream of killing became more and more shrill...

None of these people noticed that in the nearby forest, a figure ran quickly, and disappeared after a few soft pops, leaving only a soft sigh.

Yang Jian knew that he could not save those people.

It's not that he has more heart but not enough energy, but that he doesn't have the position to save, nor does he have the leisure to save.

With nearly ten thousand strength in one arm, he can throw a few rocks casually, which can naturally frighten this group of mortal guards.

However, to save the weak side is bound to kill more people from the strong side. What do these people have to do with him? What grudge?

In Yang Jian's view, taking human life is a big deal, and he has not been able to achieve the state of disregarding human life for the time being.

The bloodiness of the twenty or so riders stirred his heart;

Although there are tens of thousands of people, my fortitude to go on makes him admire in his heart;

But that's all.

The only thing in his heart that he wanted to save was the little princess, probably because he couldn't bear to see such a beautiful person disappear, so it was just a little selfishness.

The soldiers of both sides are just 'tools' of those in power. Although they are covered with karma, they don't distinguish between each other.

It was the old Yaodao who burned the city. If Yang Jian got the chance, he would definitely kill him.

Karma……

Yang Jian frowned, thinking about what Master had said to him that day.

The master said that doing good will accumulate merit, and doing evil will increase karma; you may be safe in ordinary times, but when disasters come, you will be liquidated.

If there are too many merits and virtues, the power of merits and virtues will be added to the body, so as to get a little protection from the heavens. In contrast, if there are too many karma, it will naturally be punished by the heavens.

The old demon said, what a vicious method this is, the sacrifice of the magic weapon actually shattered a city of life, but why, there is no punishment from heaven?

Could it be that the so-called Dao of Heaven is just a joke? Can monks act unscrupulously!

Yang Jian clenched his fists, still unable to let go of the old demon, and pursed his lips.

He followed the team of people protecting the little princess. The other party was galloping along the mountain path, and Yang Jian was jumping in the mountains and forests on both sides.

Yang Jian suddenly thought of the young monk who came with a sword and repelled the demons. The phrase "the sky and the earth will fall, and the demons are rampant" that the other party shouted seems to be the answer to his troubles at this time.

"I was sent here to practice by my master, but it's just that the power of Tutian Dao is weak and won't suppress my profound arts. Is there any difference in essence from that old Taoist?"

No, quite different.

He practiced alone and never harmed anyone!

Even Shang Dehou tried to use his daughter to win Yang Jian before, which was a bit of calculation, but Yang Jian turned around and left without getting angry, let alone murdering and setting fire.

Perhaps, it's just because he came through the soul, always upholding the mortal heart of the previous life, thinking that human life has no value, that life and death are important matters, and he is still a little thin-faced, and he can't really detach himself from things.

Smiling freely, how long has he only practiced Taoism...

Yang Jian stopped by a mountain stream, and suddenly thought of what would happen to this big world if the aura completely disappeared.

The world will fall?

Will this world die?

Then how should the hundreds of millions of creatures living here deal with themselves?

Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back, thinking quietly, his eyes kept on looking at the silver-white armor that was still conspicuous in the night.

The team was splitting into two groups, with more than a dozen people in one group, leading the little princess off the horse and heading towards the dense forest nearby.

And one group continued to ride and lead the horse, and continued along the path, so they were suspicious.

Perhaps, there is no need to save her by myself.

Yang Jian shook his head and was about to retreat, but suddenly heard a few screams from the forest, and the screams were mixed with an unspeakable fear.

In the forest at night, a puff of gray smoke floated by, and there seemed to be the sound of ghost cries in the mountain wind.

Oops!

Yang Jian jumped directly from the mountain, rushing towards the forest like the wind.

He was moving very quickly, and the more than ten guards who followed the little princess also bought time for Yang Jian to barely arrive at this time.

Although these guards paid for it with their lives during this period of time, even before they fell down, their eyes were full of despair, and they couldn't see that the person they were guarding had even the slightest chance of escaping.

"Let's go princess!"

"Take the princess away!"

Yang Jian rushed a hundred feet away, and the last guard standing in front of the weak figure slowly fell to the ground. He didn't yell for the princess to leave, but just let out a miserable scream.

Yang Jian was able to see at night, and when he saw the swaying figures in the forest glade, he couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly!

If he had been following them and didn't want to leave...these people...

But Yang Jian immediately took a deep breath, and the distracting thoughts in his mind were driven away.

He didn't feel the danger, and Xuan Gong didn't give himself any warning signs, which made Yang Jian no longer have any doubts.

"No--"

After all, the little princess was young, and she had just experienced a big change. At this time, she had already collapsed, and she fell helplessly on the grass covered with dead leaves, and her hands touched the muddy blood.

In front of her, in the faint starlight, there was a young monk with a pale complexion and wearing a light gray robe, who seemed to be only in his twenties, smiling sinisterly, approaching the little princess step by step.

"I never thought that Master would throw me here and not let me share some of the benefits, but he gave me a great fortune."

There was lust in this man's eyes, and he walked towards the little princess step by step, and the blood-red wooden sword in his hand was rippled.

"Pearl of the Northwest, you are the beauty that so many dignitaries dream of day and night, today you are taking advantage of me! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

The young monk raised his head and laughed wildly.

Amidst the laughter, a question suddenly appeared, the voice was low and had some kind of irresistible force.

"The one who burned the city was your master?"

"Who is it?" The man suddenly turned his head, but before he could make any reaction, he felt a hammer hit the back of his head, causing his whole body to lose his spiritual energy, and he passed out immediately after rolling his eyes.

"Hmph! Then it will be difficult for you to die!"

Yang Jian grabbed the young monk's belt and lifted him like a chicken, and then looked at the little princess with complicated eyes.

If Little Cicada encounters this kind of suffering, she...

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

Yang Jian's voice was so gentle that he didn't expect it.

Perhaps, for a moment, I saw Xiao Chan.