The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Qing Ya's shout came from the side, Yang Jian stopped, turned and looked at the source of the voice.

The one who called to stop Yang Jian was naturally the young master sitting on the chair.

This person was smiling, and his clear eyes were locked on Yang Jian's face, showing a compelling arrogance.

In the arena, more than a dozen monks from Pingtian Jianmen cried and put away Fairy Qinglian's body.

Yang Jian shattered Qing Lian's heavenly bones with one palm, and there was absolutely no possibility of saving her.

The sound of wailing, cursing, and roaring swept towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't take it seriously at all, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat when he was cursed, not to mention that the other party also died as a teacher and friend, so he was emotional.

He bowed his hands to the young master and said, "Thank you just now."

"It's me who should thank you fellow daoist," the young master stood up, handsome and personable, and gave off a sense of weakness.

"Today, I came here with great fanfare to let Pingtian Jianmen give an explanation. Fellow Daoist helped me defeat a difficult enemy, so I should thank you."

Yang Jian smiled casually, and didn't bother much, "I just came here to seek revenge, the matter here is over, I should go back."

"It's not easy for me to force fellow Taoist to keep the punching punch," the young master smiled and nodded, "Dare to ask for your title?"

"Yang Jian."

"Oh?" The young master bowed his hands to Yang Jian, "I'm Xiao Lantian."

"Farewell."

"No."

Yang Jian didn't pay attention any more, and strode away, with long hair fluttering in his own style, and the muscles all over his body were smooth and natural.

Xiao Lantian glanced at Yang Jian's figure for a few times, and when Yang Jian walked into the crowd, the famous Mr. Xiao had a blush that was invisible to others.

‘Is this guy really, showing off? snort! After the fight, I don't know how to change clothes. '

Xiao Lantian withdrew his gaze, sat on his chair again, and raised his finger.

In the middle of the sky, another person landed in the field, facing the Pingtian Sword Gate.

This is an old man with a fluttering beard, and said with a cold expression: "People in the Pingtian Sword Sect had better be more sensible, and kneel in front of Young Master Xiao to plead guilty! Otherwise, don't blame someone for doing that extermination today!"

All the disciples of Pingtian Jianmen glared at the old man, but only the elders and peak masters of Pingtian Jianmen looked solemn; they recognized that this old man surnamed Tuo was actually a famous figure of the older generation.

"Hahaha!"

An elder from Pingtian Sword Sect raised his head and laughed, but the laughter was mostly desolate and miserable, "You are also an elder of a school, a famous man in the mountains! Why did you become a slave to that young master surnamed Xiao today!"

Another Pingtian Jianmen elder scolded angrily: "Bah! You are still a disgusting dog slave!"

The old Taoist surnamed Tuo's face turned white and red, but he didn't get angry, but sneered, and said in a deep voice: "If you can save my sect, let alone a little reputation, even if you want the life of the poor, the poor will not blink!"

After these few words, both sides fell silent.

"well……"

The head of Pingtian Sword Sect sighed, and his cloudy eyes looked at those casual cultivators, and then at the most important person on the other side.

Xiao Lantian.

This Mr. Xiao, Pingtian Sword Sect naturally knows; he descended from the sky a few months ago, and said that he would lead a few sects to transcend this piece of world that was about to be exhausted.

At that time, all sects and sects were greatly shocked, and so was Pingtian Jianmen, who sent two elders to visit with gifts.

But for some reason, Young Master Xiao received gifts from most of the sects, but expelled the envoys of more than ten sects including Pingtian Jianmen, and threw back the gifts, and even ordered these ten sects to disband within a time limit, or they would be wiped out one by one.

This matter is quite strange.

But in the past month, first the Shattering Heaven Sect, then the Litian Zhanzong, Wantian Lingzong... one by one, the sects were brutally exterminated.

Unexpectedly, on the day Wantian Lingzong was destroyed, this Young Master Xiao rushed to their mountain gate of Pingtian Sword Gate with thousands of mobs.

If it's just more than a thousand mobs and more than a hundred masters from other sects, it's not impossible for Pingtian Jianmen to deal with it.

But the real threat came from the two old men behind Xiao Lantian, who could suppress them with just one look and couldn't breathe!

This door is in disaster.

The head of Pingtian Sword Sect had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of desolation, knowing that the destruction of the sect today was a certainty.

It's a pity that although Junior Sister Qinglian is a peerless beauty and a genius in cultivating the Tao, but she does things ruthlessly and unreasonably, so she was also killed by that young man in the end.

"Is this retribution?"

The headman smiled miserably, raised his hand to push away the two elders who were blocking him, staggered down the steps, and stood in front of the hunchback.

Holding a sword in his hand, he seems to want to fight.

"Young Master Xiao," the voice of Ping Tianjian's sect master was surprisingly calm, "I just ask one question, just one question."

Young Master Xiao replied leisurely: "Ask."

"My Pingtian Sword Gate, how did I offend Young Master Xiao? And what wronged Young Master Xiao?"

This sentence not only asked the indignation of hundreds of disciples of Pingtian Sword Sect, but also asked the doubts of the group of monks who followed Young Master Xiao.

The corner of Xiao Lantian's mouth twitched, as if he didn't care, "Really want to know?"

The head of Ping Tianjian shouted: "I also ask Mr. Xiao to enlighten me!"

Yang Jian also came to the back of the group of casual cultivators at this time, and was about to leave when the shout from the head of Pingtian Sword Sect made him stop involuntarily.

He also wanted to hear Mr. Xiao's answer.

Xiao Lantian chuckled, although the words were not loud, they rang strangely in the ears of everyone present.

"It's actually very simple. If you want to blame, blame your Pingtian Jianmen for being too domineering. There are also Shatian, Litian, Wantianling..." Young Master Xiao's voice became colder, "The word Tian is not for everyone."

"With this piece of heaven and earth on the verge of death, the power of heaven and earth is weak, and the power of heaven's punishment is not manifested, so you dare to call yourself broken sky and flat sky, but you don't know that you have already caused a great disaster! This so-called flat sky sword is even more harsh to my ears."

"There isn't even a single immortal in the sect, and only two or three Taoists who have cultivated the primordial spirit dare to call themselves Pingtian? Not to mention me, even other monks who come from outside the sky will trouble you when they hear these names!"

"understand?"

The last three words were like a hammer, and the head of Pingtian stepped back three steps, his face was pale, his eyes were slack, and he kept muttering in his mouth:

"It turned out to be like this...it turned out to be like this..."

Then there was another wry smile, like a madman, he suddenly raised his sword and slashed at the hunchback.

A big battle broke out again, the murderous aura surged, and the aura was overturned.

Xiao Lantian adjusted a comfortable posture as if watching a play, sat there and continued to watch.

It's just that other people didn't notice that there was a slight smile in the depths of Young Master Xiao's eyes.

The casual cultivators began to mutter what Young Master Xiao said just now, and smiled bitterly unconsciously. They didn't expect that so many big sects in the small world of the secret realm would be exterminated for such absurd reasons...

absurd?

In fact, after careful scrutiny, there is some truth to it, but I don't think it's a big deal.

"It's really... nonsense," Yang Jian muttered, turned around and walked away without staying for long.

Whether Pingtian Jianmen is destroyed or not has nothing to do with him.

So what is the purpose of Mr. Xiao to find these sects with the word "Heaven" in their names? This is not what Yang Jian wants to know.

Is it taboo to bring 'sky'?

This is pure nonsense. Isn't there a word for heaven in Mr. Xiao's name?

Why wasn't he struck by lightning outside this world?

Just as Yang Jian was about to use Qiankun to escape, his heart skipped a beat and he looked up.

A bird with white feathers flew from behind him to the front left. This bird was not a real entity, but a phantom of white aura.

How does it feel, this white-feathered bird... is slightly familiar...

Yang Jian admitted that he had never seen this bird before, but he just had this weird emotion.

As soon as he thought about it, Yang Jian used Qiankun Escape, but instead of going down the mountain, he chased the direction where the bird was flying, and the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking up at the little white bird, Yang Jian quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests, and after a few breaths, he didn't know where he was running.

Sometimes he jumped into the white mist, and sometimes he entered the misty land.

And Yang Jian gradually realized something, and concluded that this seemingly real and illusory bird must be related to 'Qing Lian'.

Yang Jian's palm shattered Qinglian's soul, and he also felt Qinglian's primordial spirit dissipate in the air. Qinglian was indeed dead and couldn't die anymore.

But this little white bird is like a condensed fragment of Qinglian's soul...

Could it be that this little white bird was transformed by Qinglian's soul? There is another mystery in it?

Yang Jian continued to follow, determined to find out.

If that Qing Lian is really not dead, he will definitely make another shot to avoid future troubles.

To the enemy, what kind of benevolence and righteousness are you talking about?