The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Jumping off the cliff with the little princess who looked like a fool, Yang Jian deliberately smashed down directly above the rocky mountain, exerting force with his legs, and cracked the rocky mountain.

The young monk who was meditating a few feet away from the edge of the rocky mountain saw his lips trembling and shouted, "He's dead! Young man! That monster is really dead!"

This little monster that jumped out of nowhere, don't really smash the stone mountain, he is right beside him, he can't move at this moment, maybe he will repeat the mistakes of that soul-refining Taoist!

"Young man! Don't step on it!"

If he really died here inexplicably, wouldn't his fame be destroyed in an instant?

From a young brother directly into a young hero, but it can also be seen that this person has a little fear of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian jumped down from the rocky mountain, but this time he landed lightly, and the dust didn't stir up much.

He put the little princess aside to let her be in a daze, and bowed to the young monk who was meditating, then turned around and looked at the rocky mountain, blinking.

Seeing that Yang Jian seemed to be moved, the young monk coughed a little weakly, and said with a smile: "Young man, take this stone away and see if there are any treasures left by this old man. Today is thanks to the young man, but the young man can take it for himself."

As the saying goes, killing people to seize treasures is an ordinary thing, and the law and wealth couples are the best in the world.

Since he killed the Yaodao, it is impossible to say, but also to get some benefits from the Yaodao.

"Thank you, I'll take a look first." Yang Jian rolled up his sleeves, hugged Shi Shan forward, took a breath, and slowly lifted Shi Shan off the ground.

It's not that a corner of the rocky mountain is off the ground, but that the entire rocky mountain rises slowly. The former and the latter are not the same.

Seeing this, the young monk bared his teeth for a while, feeling all kinds of soreness in the back molars...

This kid has so much strength, at least tens of thousands of catties!

Could it be some great queen?

When did such a freak appear in this world?

Yang Jian let out a low cry, and the stone mountain flew out across the ground, and landed several tens of feet away, followed by another burst of dust.

"call!"

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the flat pit pressed out by the stone mountain. In the center of the flat pit was a pool of dirty blood, soaked in blood, and a gourd was placed on the clothes.

Only dirty blood? Could it be that the demon is not dead?

Yang Jian immediately became vigilant, clenched his fists, and glanced aside, looking for any stones in his hand that could be used for self-defense.

"Hahaha, don't be afraid, young man, that veteran eats his own karma. He must have hidden some backhand poison on his body, but he was smashed like this by you with a stone! Hahahaha! Cough cough! It's really retribution!"

Yang Jian asked with some concern: "Senior, are you okay?"

But he forgot his seniority, the senior shouted a bit 'abruptly' after all.

Most of the Taoism in the world comes from the three teachings of Taoism. If Master Yuding really counts, he is the second-generation disciple of the three teachings and the backbone of the third generation of Taoism.

This young meditating monk, if his patriarch was lucky enough to meet the real Yuding, he would kneel down and worship him from a distance, calling him "tai, tai, taishiye"...

The young monk sighed, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation, the young man should quickly count the treasures, and then, cough, let's count the treasures first."

Yang Jian nodded, ran to the side to find a stick, used the stick to knock out the gourd, and picked up his robe.

The two rings immediately rolled to the ground.

Yang Jian walked forward cautiously, feeling carefully, Xuan Gong didn't warn of anything unusual, so he squeezed the two rings in his hands, and then looked at the blood-red gourd.

Suddenly, Yang Jian saw the innocent souls dancing in the sky, and heard a shrill cry...

Such evil things should be destroyed.

But Yang Jian was afraid of ruining this thing rashly and damaging the souls that were sucked in and might still be saved, so he hesitated in his heart.

Of course, Yang Jian can't eat alone, after all, the young monk behind him contributed the most, and he just threw a stone at the end.

So Yang Jian didn't look at the ring in his hand much, and picked up the red tassels on the mouth of the gourd with a stick, and walked towards the young monk.

He planned to let the hero take it first, and take the rest, and he, the young hero, will take it later.

If the other party doesn't let him stay at all... then there is nothing to say, he just took advantage of it.

He was already quite happy to be able to kill this demon with his own hands.

Speaking of it, Yang Jian is really a pauper among monks, but he is also a little "rich man" among monks.

This statement is somewhat contradictory, but it is also true.

Among the fingers left by Master Yuding, there are countless elixir and elixir, there are also spiritual stones piled up into hills, and there are several strange objects and magic weapons to assist in cultivation.

But Yang Jian felt from the bottom of his heart that these things were not his own property, and he could not use them indiscriminately.

He even wanted to make a ledger to record the consumption of spirit stones during his daily practice so that he could 'repay' his master.

There is no way, Yang Jian's temper is like this.

When he was in Shangdehou's mansion that day, Yang Jian didn't have any pills to exchange some martial arts skills for Shangdehou, but that violated Yang Jian's original intention, so he didn't trade anything the master gave him.

A man should be magnanimous, neither greedy nor ambiguous nor against his will.

But when he put the two rings in front of the young monk, the latter's expression...was quite complicated.

Feeling emotional, relieved, speechless, and looked at Yang Jian closely.

The monk said slowly: "Are you afraid that I have the desire to steal treasures and bully you after healing?"

Yang Jian shook his head, "This demon was killed by the senior, I just threw a stone at random."

The young monk smiled embarrassingly, and said again: "You think I'm ungrateful and deliberately tempted with words? Today is the young hero, you saved Fu, why is Fu not clear? The young hero just put these things away, don't humiliate Fu like this!"

Seeing that the young monk's face was upright, but he was really angry, Yang Jian also blushed a little, and couldn't speak for a while.

"Young Xia really look down on me, Fu Dongliu?!"

"That," Yang Jian frowned in embarrassment, and could only tell the truth with a cheeky face, "In this case, please senior help me break the restrictions on these two rings, I...can't open...it seems..."

Otherwise, why would I give it to you so happily!

Yang Jian rolled his eyes in his heart, but his expression was quite helpless, wishing to look up to the sky and sigh.

Eighty-nine profound arts!

Fu Dongliu was stunned for a long time, then Fang burst out laughing, even though such a laugh would make his soul hurt worse, he couldn't help it.

"Hahaha! Young hero? Hahaha, are you deliberately teasing me? Are you trying to laugh me to death? Hahaha!"

Yang Jian suddenly wanted to kick someone, snorted, and began to study the gourd by himself.

"How do you get this thing? It still has power." Yang Jian muttered.

A monk who couldn't stop laughing: "Hahaha! This gourd is a magic weapon, but it is a magic weapon for refining souls. It must not be kept! Hahaha!"

Yang Jian was a little annoyed, so he just laughed a few times, what if it's not over yet!

Is it embarrassing if you can't break the ban? He practiced eighty-nine profound kung fu, the first level of forging muscles and bones, and he didn't have the 'qi' of ordinary monks in his body at all!

And I haven't learned how to break the ban.

Fu Dongliu still couldn't stop laughing, like the biggest joke he had heard in his more than a hundred years of cultivating Taoism. He couldn't move around while sitting there, but his body still trembled, almost piercing the soul-killing needle deeper.

If it is true that the whole needle is inserted into the soul, it cannot be said that the body is dead and the dao disappears.

"This gourd, shhh...you try to knock a hole at the bottom, maybe it will work...haha! No way, young man, you really can't get rid of the restriction?"

"Hmph." Yang Jian snorted coldly with a black face, and Fu Dongliu laughed even more wildly.

Several black lines hung on Yang Jian's forehead, ignoring this unscrupulous senior, he squatted beside the stone, tentatively held down the gourd, and picked up the gourd after finding that he was safe.

This gourd was able to survive the impact of the rocky mountain intact, so it must be a legendary magic weapon.

The magic weapon is also in the legend...

Take out the formation disk that you usually use for practicing meditation, maybe you will scare Fu Dongliu away!

Produced by Yuding, at least it is a fairy treasure.

Yang Jian felt that his touch did not arouse any reaction, which also showed that the gourd was only hard and not yet spiritual.

What's the use of taking this thing by yourself?

Naturally, it has no effect at all. This is the magic weapon of the soul refining Taoist. Yang Jian has also seen its fierce power. He gritted his teeth and punched the bottom of the gourd.

Boom! puff!

There were several cracks at the bottom of the gourd, but they were the wounds from Fu Dongliu's previous battle with Yaodao.

At this time, Yang Jian shot with almost all his strength, the cracks burst directly, and a puff of black smoke spewed out. Terrified, Yang Jian quickly threw the gourd there, grabbed the little princess with his left hand, and the 'senior' with his right hand, and retreated violently!

Then I saw bursts of black smoke rising, filling the entire valley in an instant.

The sound of the ghost crying was like weeping, and in the black smoke, there were more figures after another, densely packed, innumerable, layer upon layer.

There was no way for Yang Jian to retreat, he was directly trapped in the black smoke, and his blood was too strong, these figures could not get close to him, but there was still a few feet of blank space.

"This is..." Yang Jian trembled a little.

"Hey, those souls who have not been transformed by the demon way," Fu Dongliu sighed, continued to maintain his meditation posture, turned his head to look at Yang Jian, and said with a smile: "Young man, I think you are lucky, why don't you extradite them."

Yang Jian nodded immediately, "How to extradite?"

Fu Dongliu looked at Yang Jian up and down in a strange way. This guy doesn't even know the scriptures that are circulated among ordinary people? Really a monk?

Then he smiled lightly and shook his head, and said in a low voice: "I have a scripture for saving people, but my soul is suppressed by the soul-killing formation at this moment... I'll read it to you, and you will be able to save your soul with sincerity, and you can also add a piece of merit to yourself."

"Yes." Yang Jian nodded solemnly, and sat cross-legged next to the little princess, facing Fu Dongliu.

Fu Dongliu closed his eyes and his voice was low.

With clear eyes and sad face, Yang Jian sighed and repeated his voice.

In an instant, streaks of golden light rose from the canyon, but it was Yang Jian's luck that manifested all kinds of miracles and dispersed the black smoke.

"...The eight gates are opened, the soul of the law flies into the sky, the prohibition of sins and blessings, fate and karma, universal acceptance, the soul of the dead is reborn, and the body can be reborn..."

Gradually, those figures were stained with a little golden light, and a ghost gate slowly opened from the canyon, but it was pale gold, and the source of blessing was contained in it.

Fu Dongliu was inexplicably shocked. Looking at Yang Jian again, he felt that this young man was miraculous, that the source of blessing was so profound that it could affect thousands of innocent souls.

Reminiscent of Yang Jian's performance before... Fu Dongliu was a little shocked, and muttered to himself that he didn't know which master Yang Jian had learned from.

Before those figures stained with golden light entered the ghost gate, they all kowtowed to Yang Jian.

And the ghost crying sound gradually dissipated...

"father……"

Beside Yang Jian, the silly little princess seemed to see something, her eyes were filled with tears, and she covered her mouth and began to cry bitterly.