The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Xiaochan flew quickly all the way, hurried and slow, still thousands of miles away, her spiritual sense clearly 'saw' the scene of the three great monsters besieging Yang Jian.

At that time, Yang Jian was swallowed up by a sea of ​​blood, and a black mountain smashed towards Yang Jian. Yang Xiaochan's spiritual consciousness was instantly torn apart, and she could barely feel the situation over there...

elder brother!

Yang Xiaochan only felt that the sky was about to fall down, her eyes darkened, and she almost fell off the clouds.

If it weren't for the support of her heart that wanted to rush to Yang Jian's side immediately, she might have stopped crying and crying...

At this moment!

The sea of ​​blood suddenly rolled back, and the mountain was blown to pieces!

Yang Xiaochan's consciousness couldn't get close to the place of battle, so she could only watch from a distance, watching that figure soaring into the sky, and pounced on the three big monsters!

"Ha!" Yang Xiaochan was overjoyed for a moment, didn't know what to say and hurried on her way, regretting that she didn't learn the ability to move...

That punch suddenly turned into six punches, and in the next moment it evolved into the life and death of all spirits, and a shallow projection appeared in the depths of the sky.

It is the projection of the six reincarnation disks!

A sea of ​​blood rolled back with a punch, the blue light suddenly shattered, the landslide and stick split, and the three monsters were all injured!

But Yang Jian was also uncomfortable. With the fist of life and death of all spirits, he resisted the bombardment of the magic weapons of the three golden immortals.

Feeling a sweetness in his throat, Yang Jian almost vomited blood, but he forcibly endured it.

This time, he didn't stop to say anything, his eyes swept upwards, his murderous intent was like a knife, and the three monsters were shocked at the same time!

"Come again!" Yang Jian took a step forward, and the figure rushed forward, even taking the initiative to attack, without fear of the three monsters working together.

Because Yang Jian knew exactly what would happen next. When he looked at the Three Demons, there was ridicule, killing intent, and a little arrogance.

This arrogance did not come from the heart, it was intentional by Yang Jian.

The three big monsters were inherently suspicious, but Yang Jian's bravery made them frightened. He was able to resist the magic weapons of the three of them, and even caused damage to the magic weapons of the three of them.

Such a Taoist disciple who has tempered his body to reach the Golden Immortal Realm, how terrible is his master's inheritance?

And the arrogance in Yang Jian's eyes seemed to ignore them, but it was actually supporting their conjecture.

as expected!

Yang Jian threw himself at the three demons, and the Nine Lives cat demon was furious, unaware of the strangeness of the other two golden fairy demons, and immediately shouted: "Catch this son, his flesh and blood is also a rare treasure medicine!"

"Oh! I don't know if I'm dead or alive!"

Yang Jian clenched his fist again, but it wasn't an indestructible fist. After all, that punch was extremely exhausting, and using it twice in a short period of time would damage his strength for later battles.

The Nine-Life Cat Demon rolled up a gust of demonic wind, and a sword condensed with demon power was implied in the demonic wind, and slashed at Yang Jian directly.

Yang Jian didn't realize it at all, and tore away Yaofeng with both hands, closing the distance between the two again.

At this time, back, the Nine Lives cat demon felt too shameless, and had no face to hang out in the Great King Realm of Honghuang Mountain.

Without retreating, Yang Jian was too aggressive.

The only way to urge the other two demons to help each other is to promise them more benefits.

Promises belong to promises, so what if you don't admit it after the war?

The Nine Lives Cat Demon was about to start shouting, but when he turned his head slightly, he saw that the old goat man and the beautiful woman had returned to their respective formations thousands of feet away, looking like they were watching a good show.

"you!"

"Hmph! Do you still dare to be distracted?" Yang Jian's voice penetrated into the ears of the Nine Lives Cat Demon. The golden fairy who has been rampant for thousands of years turned his head and saw that Yang Jian was already very close!

With a punch, he hit his pink face!

The Nine Lives Cat Demon was horrified when he saw this, especially when he felt the profound energy and Xuangang on Yang Jian's fist at such a close distance, he felt that his life would be smashed by this fist.

He was also decisive, and suddenly cast the secret technique. With a bang, his figure appeared hundreds of feet away at an impossible speed, and left a body of him on the spot...

Yang Jian smashed the clone left behind with one punch, frowning slightly.

Just heard a chuckle, but it was the glamorous banshee who hit Yang Jian with a jade bracelet before, and secretly said to Yang Jian:

"Nine lives have been lost, and one life has been lost, and the realm has dropped a lot. The young hero must not leave trouble."

Yang Jian looked indifferent, pretending that he didn't hear it, and immediately bullied himself to chase after him.

The Nine-Life Cat Demon didn't care about the damage to the treasure any longer, repaired the glazed cover slightly, covered itself again, raised the red short sword that was broken by a small piece, and stabbed Yang Jian.

Yang Jian let the short sword attack this time, but only left a shallow scratch on his forehead.

That's not a very powerful attacking treasure. After all, the monster clan's luck is at a loss, and few big monsters have decent treasures.

"Look at the palm!"

Yang Jian's left palm floated out, covering the Nine Lives Cat Demon directly, and his figure floated forward, indescribably chic and elegant.

After a palm, Yang Jian clenched his right hand, as if holding an invisible long sword.

It is indeed an invisible sword, which is condensed from the Xuangang, which can break a mountain ridge, and is naturally unparalleled in its sharpness.

That palm was blocked by the glass cover of the nine-life cat demon's imperial envoy, and the nine-life cat demon kept coughing and became weaker and weaker.

Yang Jian suddenly started to dance the sword, one after another Xuangang condensed into sword energy, and smashed towards the Nine Lives Cat Demon one after another!

Pingtian Sword, Sword Pingtian!

The Nine-Life Cat Demon locked by the continuous sword intent couldn't dodge, so he had to use all his strength to resist with the glass cover; the glass cover had a gap the size of a thumb, and there were cracks all around the gap.

As Yang Jian continued to swing the Xuangang Sword, the cracks around the gap slowly increased at a speed visible to the naked eye...

finally……

Ping!

The main body of the glass cover shattered again! But this time the collapse was even more thorough, the Nine-Life Cat Demon spewed out a mouthful of blood, and was smashed all over his body by more than ten black handles!

Hit hard!

This is also the high realm of the Nine Lives Cat Demon, with a tyrannical body. If it were an old demon in the realm of the Celestial Immortal, it would probably have been crushed into powder by the Profound Handle.

He looked at Yang Jian full of anger, let out a stern roar, and his figure suddenly turned into a ball of black light, shooting towards Yang Jian.

And the last magic weapon of the Nine Lives Cat Demon - a small handkerchief, was also wrapped in the black light, and rushed towards Yang Jian!

The speed of the black light caught Yang Jian by surprise! In just a blink of an eye, three thin scratch marks had been left on Yang Jian's face, and the fairy belt that bound his long hair was torn apart by a claw, and his long hair fell loose.

"A mere black cat, how dare you be fierce?"

Yang Jian squinted his eyes, and waves of profound energy gushed out from around him, forcing the black light cluster around him back.

Isn't that black ball of light just a three-foot-long black cat? The black cat has a human face, full of stern expressions, and the handkerchief wrapped around its body has great power, which can protect it from death.

But who is Yang Jian? The means are gone?

How can it be.

Seeing the sudden light shining on Yang Jian's body, the next moment, a golden-winged mad eagle soared into the sky, swooped down rapidly, and rushed towards the black cat!

Seventy-two changes!

The later monkey, who worshiped the Bodhi ancestor for ten years, has mastered the seventy-two transformations, somersaulting clouds and other supernatural powers.

How could Yang Jian be weak? After 500 years of retreat, he did a little comprehension in his spare time, and he has mastered all the seventy-two transformations!

The physical strength of this Golden Winged Mad Eagle is almost the same as his original, but the speed is several times faster! Profound handles are all over the body, it is really indestructible, and nothing can be hurt!

"Meow!"

The black cat's long hair was blown up, and with a kind of instinctive fear, it turned its head and was about to run away.

But the golden eagle had already jumped down, and its two sharp claws directly grabbed the black cat's back, pulled the square handkerchief, and tore off a piece of black cat's flesh and blood forcefully!

The black cat screamed miserably, but its speed was firmly suppressed by Jin Peng.

Jinpeng kept swooping and clawing, but the black cat rushed left and right, but couldn't escape. It had to use the secret method again, and its eight lives were reduced to seven.

Unexpectedly, Jin Peng chased after him again and did not let the black cat go away at all!

In the blink of an eye, the nine-life cat demon lost eight lives, and was already extremely weak and crumbling.

Jinpeng swooped down again, this was the final blow!

"The same monster of the monster clan! Why bother to kill them all!" A loud roar resounded thousands of miles away, and a gust of black wind swept across the sky and rushed towards this place in a hurry.

That momentum is several times stronger than that of the Golden Immortal Demon!

A master of the demon clan in the Da Luo realm?

The Jinpeng that Yang Jian turned into smiled coldly, and without stopping, he grabbed the black cat's head with one claw.

Not much to say, directly crushed the black cat's demon soul.

A generation of big monsters will die here!

"Wow!"

The big Luo Yaozu who rushed over turned into a short and fat old man, but he was a step too late. He stared at the golden eagle and scolded angrily: "Do you understand the rules of the Yaozu! Golden immortals cannot be killed! This is the future strength of my Yaozu!"

"Monster clan?" Jin Peng uttered words, and the earthy yellow light surged, and Yang Jian's real body was restored.

Yang Jian said calmly: "I'm afraid you have misunderstood, I am a human race."

Murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the short and fat old man: "Then how can I keep you when you say that?"

"Don't keep me?" Yang Jian said indifferently, "I'm afraid you won't be able to keep me."

"How courageous! The younger generation of which family! My Yaozu will ask you to pay the price today, and I will go to greet your ancestors!"

The short and fat old man was also in a hurry, and he was a little reckless, so he said such words in one word.

Greetings to your ancestors?

As soon as these words came out, the heavens and the earth felt it, and a vast coercion fell from the sky, locking on the short and fat old man.

As if, a pair of eyes opened in the sky and earth, and took a look at this place.

The short and fat old man was sweating profusely, his eyes full of horror.

Seeing this, Yang Jian thought for a while, but this is not the time to take advantage of the power of a saint...

He pretended not to notice the coercion that was only aimed at the short and fat old man, laughed a few times, and then said solemnly: "If you dare to insult my teacher and my ancestor, if I can win you one day, I will definitely destroy you!"

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, the coercion that enveloped the short and fat old man receded.

The wind drifted through the air, leaving only a faint voice...

"good."

The chunky old man on the opposite side sat down on the cloud, trembling all over, his lips trembling, almost going crazy.