The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Before today, Yang Jian probably never thought that he would have too many intersections with this few monks in the world.

He just came here to practice and lay the foundation for his eight or nine profound arts because the power of heaven and earth in this piece of heaven and earth is weak, so there shouldn't be too much involvement.

But because of a girl...

So much so that the cultivator who was so desperate to protect her in front of him, facing this world alone, had no intention of retreating at all.

Liu Ya.

Even Yang Jian himself didn't know why, but felt an unspeakable guilt and love for Liu Ya in his heart, as if he owed her a lot and wanted to repay it desperately.

Perhaps, she saw the shadow of Yang Xiaochan in her.

Yang Jian didn't have time to think too much, the streamer in the dense forest aimed at his back and erupted.

There is no hatred, just because he wants to protect the child in front of him, and those people want to rob this child, rob the so-called opportunity, so there is such a battle.

campaign?

It's just fighting.

For other monks, this continuous siege is a fighting method; but for Yang Jian, this is the first battle in his life!

With his bare hands, he killed the figure standing in his way.

No one can stop him, even if he is full of monks, he is like entering and leaving no one's land!

Despite the bombardment of streamers of light, his figure remained motionless, but the pain he suffered was clearly conveyed to his mind, which made him roar loudly, and his feet ran even faster!

The old man in the yellow robe stood in mid-air, surrounded by more than a dozen silhouettes, another wave of interception and killing.

The old man waved the long sword in his hand, and earth walls rose from the ground, blocking Yang Jian's way forward!

Yang Jian closed his eyes and lowered his head, hugged Liu Ya tightly and rushed forward, the earth and rocks he hit flew away, and also shattered the earth elements intertwined into a network, and the old man who was blocking him was so shocked that he vomited blood.

One thing the old man did wrong was to send the earth and rocks to Yang Jian.

Every time Yang Jian smashes through a dirt wall, he can grab a handful of broken dirt and rocks, squeeze them tightly in his hand, and throw them away!

There are figures everywhere, no matter where he is thrown, he is an enemy!

The violent sound of piercing the air sounded again, and the miserable howls in the forest continued one after another, and the resistance of Yang Jian's forward charge was reduced by most in an instant.

Find the right opportunity and continue to run wildly. There are hundreds of streamers following closely behind, and there will always be one or two that can hit Yang Jian's back!

"This guy must have a magic weapon for protecting himself! Fellow Daoists, break it quickly!"

"Don't kill that girl!"

"Kill! As long as there is one breath, our Medicine Cauldron Sky Valley can save her back!"

With a loud shout, the promise was made again and again, and the streamer rushing towards Yang Jian and Liuya became faster and faster, and the monks were all red-eyed.

I don't know who made the move, the monks also broke out in the outskirts of the dense forest, and the sky and the ground were flickering, and they became one in a daze!

But as long as he sees Yang Jian being chased by hundreds of monks, no matter who he is, he will stop him, trying to stop Yang Jian and take advantage of the chaos that day.

Sky Rift!

This is the most mysterious area between heaven and earth!

In the eyes of these monks, there are endless Taoist treasures hidden there, there are treasures after the fall of the great power, and there is also the inheritance of the cave of the great supernatural power!

Immortal cultivation suffers, one step to the sky!

These monks are all red-eyed, and they want to use all their abilities and a bit of luck to fight for the last path on the road to longevity!

Everyone's eyes were red, and under the manipulation of a big hand, everyone went crazy.

Most of the cultivators take advantage of the world for their own use, and they are selfish, not to mention this vast world where the aura is about to die out. They can only fight once, otherwise they will have no chance of immortality!

In this case, Yang Jian, who was running wildly with the 'key to immortality', was absolutely the target of public criticism!

Even if they don't have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, even if they are just cultivators at the foundation-building stage, they are all crowded together in darkness, forming a human wall, and picking up a shining sword!

"Go away!"

Yang Jian suddenly yelled loudly, and the sound waves rolled over, shaking the monks blocking the way in front of him dizzy and tinnitus.

And Yang Jian roared away like a gust of wind, knocking the wall of people away, waving his arms, and several monks burst like balloons!

The monks who can control the air can't resist the ordinary stones thrown by Yang Jian, let alone these monks who are slightly stronger than ordinary warriors.

"Crazy, all crazy!"

A white-haired old woman stood a hundred miles away, looking at the tragic battlefield, her voice was trembling.

Behind her, there are dozens of monks who can fly into the sky in the entire sect, and they are all keeping silent at this time.

"Master, how should we attack?"

"Intercept this person in the way ahead! Even if this old man fights for his life, he will fight for the future of our sect! If there is any infighting in the sect after the incident, this old man will destroy his soul and make him reincarnated incompetent!"

"Yes!" Everyone behind the old woman responded in deep voices.

Suddenly, a stream of bright sword shadows shot from behind the group of people; and this sword shadow seemed to be a guide, and streams of light appeared from the same direction, cutting towards the sect's position.

Caught off guard, all the minor monks at the back of the sect were cut off, and the situation was chaotic. The person in charge hastily shouted:

"Who dares to sneak attack!"

"Set up the formation! It's those bastards from Zizhu Forest!"

"Destroy them here!"

The two groups of monks from the sect immediately fought fiercely.

This kind of situation is constantly happening within a radius of hundreds of miles centered on Yang Jian.

All the monks felt that Yang Jian couldn't last long, and the fight over the girl was inevitable, so they had to kill their enemies before they could gain an invincible position.

But after the fight, a bloody aura surged into the sky, brewing a catastrophe in this small world of secret realm, and countless monks fell here!

The young monk who was thought to be bombarded and killed in a short time, unexpectedly broke out of the siege, and rushed out of the chaotic battle with the baby girl in his arms!

"Don't let him escape! There will be endless troubles!"

"This guy can't even fly the magic weapon! How come his bones are so hard!"

Although most of the monks were red-eyed, there were also many who kept biting Yang Jian.

Yang Jian rushed in front of a big mountain, and suddenly turned around to look, his eyes were flashing with purple-red light.

In mid-air, the dozens of cultivators rushing forward who were swept by his eyes subconsciously stopped, all of them terrified, not daring to look at him.

"snort!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, but there was an aura of arrogance.

Turning around and jumping, Yang Jian ran towards the forest. The group of monks who had been chasing Yang Jian felt powerless.

The magical weapon can't do anything to this son, what should I do?

"Where to go!"

Suddenly a loud cry was heard, and a big hand fell from the sky.

"roll!"

Yang Jian roared angrily, and punched the big hand with condensed vitality, and the big hand that was punched immediately burst!

A short and fat old man standing in mid-air staggered back, when he heard a rapid whistling sound, the old man quickly stretched out his palm to resist, but felt a sharp pain in his palm.

Looking down, it turned out to be a piece of dead wood, piercing through his palm!

Suddenly there was the sound of howling wind again, and Yang Jian's figure had disappeared into the forest; the fat old man's face was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to catch up for a while.

"Chasing! Manpower is sometimes exhausted! He can't hold on for too long!"

"Don't let him leave the secret realm!"

Rumble!

The forest in front of him suddenly shook, the vitality of the heaven and the earth was turbulent, and white mist emerged from everywhere, and sword shadows appeared in a radius of hundreds of feet, blasting towards a place in the white mist.

Formation! Kill!

"Damn it! Who set up the formation!"

"That person will definitely not be able to rush out! I'll wait to recharge my batteries and wait...he comes out!"

Many monks looked intently, and who was the figure rushing out of the diffuse white mist if it wasn't Yang Jian?

Yang Jian was not feeling well at this time. Although he rushed out of the formation in the shortest time, he was still dressed in rags, and all his clothes were torn into strips. The only thing that was intact was the area on his chest.

Because Liu Ya shrinks there.

Yang Jian looked down and found that Liu Ya had fallen asleep in his arms, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

After finding out where the portal of Xiaotiandi was, Yang Jian ran again, but there were fewer obstacles in the way ahead, and his running speed became faster and faster.

When Yang Jian got close to the portal of heaven and earth, streamers of light chased after him.

In addition to the single-handed monk, there were also flying boats carrying disciples from various sects, and the murderous intent locked Yang Jian one after another.

An old man standing on the flying boat stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Run here to see where else you can go! Gatekeeper! Don't open the door!"

The old man had just finished speaking when he heard a rumbling sound beside his ears, and the door of light appeared and slowly opened.

Yang Jian couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw this, and rushed forward, his figure quickly swept across the mountain ravine, and got into the gap of the light gate!

Yang Jian felt something when he entered the door, and suddenly looked up, but saw two familiar figures on the mountain beside him.

Fu Dongliu stood on a single bridge with one sword and one man, resisting the streamer bombardment of more than a dozen monks, still raising his head and laughing, his sword intent swaying.

And behind Fu Dongliu, that small figure pressed the weight of his body, and pressed down a jade pole with all his strength...

Little Princess!

Yang Jian was about to go back in a hurry, but just as he was about to stand upright, the light door behind him was only opened with a gap, and it suddenly closed!

In the last scene, what Yang Jian saw was only streamers of angry monks smashing towards Fu Dongliu...

But the figure of the little princess was lying on the single bridge, tightly hugging the hub jade pole, with a resolute gaze...

"Damn it!"

Yang Jian's eyes were red, and he slammed towards the light gate, but he missed it, and his figure rushed more than ten feet between the two mountain peaks, barely standing still.

Looking up, it was dusk, and the western sky was stained with blood.

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound above the head, the portal opened again, streams of light rushed out.

Yang Jian clenched his teeth and clenched his fists to rush back, but he forcibly suppressed the hatred and anger in his heart, turned around and ran towards the open space ahead.

I only hate empty hands without a long blade, and I will surely comfort my life with blood!

"He's still here!"

"Kill! Don't show mercy!"

Yang Jian faced the streams of light, stomped his feet, and the hard rock was directly shattered, and fist-sized stones were suspended around him...

If he just wanted to escape before, at this moment, he has already bent on the killing ring!

The sound of piercing the air rang out intensively, and the next moment...

The flying boat crashed, and the evening was stained with blood!

...

High in the sky, on a white cloud.

Fu Dongliu, who was covered in blood, looked at the two figures sitting on the cloud in front of him in a daze, and then looked down at the girl next to him who was also safe and sound. He felt like he was dreaming, and he let out a long breath.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stood up and bowed to him, "At this time of crisis, I would like to thank you for helping my apprentice."

The daze in Fu Dongliu's eyes was even worse, he was at a loss for a moment, bowed his head and cupped his fists in return.