The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The light curtain covering the Dragon Palace is a large array, which can block the enemy and block the water.

If you don't go there yourself, no one will know that at the bottom of the deep sea, there is still hidden a treasure palace that is comparable to a palace in the sky-the East China Sea Crystal Palace.

Walking on the path in the palace paved with pearls and agates, looking at the rare treasures on both sides, Yang Jian was also dazzled and couldn't keep his eyes open.

Fortunately, these are treasures in the eyes of ordinary people. They don't have much spirituality and are useless in practice. Otherwise, the monks who came here must try their best to scrape some leftovers in the Crystal Palace to go back...

There are hundreds of halls in the Dragon Palace, and each hall has a banquet. Many beautiful clam girls walk around, serving wine and adding vegetables. At a glance, there are halls where the monster race gathers, and there are also areas where human cultivators gather in small groups; there are guests from all over Wubuzhou, and there are also powerful celebrities of three thousand generations.

Anyone who has received an invitation from the Dragon Palace can come to the banquet as long as they are immortals.

The Dragon Clan holds a feast of immortals every ten years, but it is actually helpless—they can only rely on this method to maintain their prestige, avoid some small prying eyes, and damage their little luck for nothing.

Ao Ji, the sixth prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, can be regarded as well-informed and knowledgeable, and he is also quite methodical in introducing many treasures of the Dragon Clan. It seems that this is not the first time he has been a "guide".

Yang Jian answered a few sentences from time to time, which was considered a joy for the host and guest.

After walking through many palaces, Yang Jian roughly calculated that there should be more than 30,000 immortals who came to the Dragon Palace for the banquet, and all of them were above the level of immortals, which is really surprising.

They walked to the central area of ​​the Dragon Palace and walked up a long set of steps. Ao Ji accompanied him up the steps, going to the highest and most magnificent hall.

Next to the main hall, there are nine other halls floating, and each of the ten halls is filled with breaths, and the worst of these breaths is actually in the golden fairy realm.

Yang Jian estimated in his heart that there might be hundreds of Daluo Jinxians in the ten palaces.

This is really... Da Luo's great world of cultivation.

"Brother Yang, please don't be offended," Ao Ji took the initiative to introduce, "The Southwest Hall and West Hall among the nine halls are where the monster clan guests are located."

Yang Jian nodded and glanced at the two halls, his face remained unchanged, and there was still a smile on his lips.

Ao Ji asked with a smile: "Brother Yang and Yaozu, what kind of hatred do you have?"

Yang Jian: "There is no personal grievance, but family hatred."

Ao Ji was stunned for a moment, savoring Yang Jian's words carefully, and then bowed to Yang Jian with a serious face, "I also ask Brother Yang to forgive me, Ao Ji wanted to mediate between Brother Yang and the Yaozu before, but he underestimated Brother Yang."

The so-called clan enmity refers to the life-and-death enmity between the human race and the monster race that was slaughtered by the monster race in ancient times.

In Ao Ji's opinion, Yang Jian, a cultivator who cared about the human race, was much better than the human cultivators he had seen who were only for himself, and it also aroused a little sympathy for the prince of the dragon clan.

What's even more rare is that Master Yang Jian came from the sect of a sage to teach three generations of disciples. He could have jumped out of these disputes, but he still regarded himself as a human race and did not forget his roots...

The admiration in Ao Ji's heart became stronger and stronger.

"Brother Ao, you are too polite," Yang Jian said, "Go to the palace quickly, lest my uncle and uncle blame me."

"Good, brother Yang please."

The two of them quickened their pace, passed hundreds of steps in the blink of an eye, and approached the main hall of the Dragon Clan.

At this moment, the main hall of the Dragon Palace and the nine surrounding halls gradually quieted down, and the music was pleasant to the ear, and the music from the ten places was played simultaneously, exactly.

One after another divine sense fell on Yang Jian.

And those Jinxian and Da Luo of the monster race all showed coldness, and Da Luo of the monster race secretly exerted coercion, trying to make Yang Jian make a fool of himself on the steps.

More than a dozen forces originated from the Southwest Hall and the West Hall, and directly pressed down on Yang Jian and Ao Ji.

In the main hall, two high-seat Taoists opened their eyes at the same time. A Taoist priest with a square face in Chinese characters was about to help, but was blocked by the bearded and thin Taoist priest with his eyes.

Daoist with a square face said: "Junior Brother Yuding is humble, his disciple must not be bullied by others!"

"Let's just watch, if he can't take it any longer, let's take another shot." Another Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled lightly, "Our nephew is not simple, Junior Brother Yuding usually doesn't show his face, but the disciples he has trained are so amazing."

The Taoist priest with a square face nodded and looked at Yang Jian and Ao Ji.

At this time, Yang Jian and Ao Ji were very calm, but they must have used all their mana to resist the coercion of the Da Luo Jin Yao, and they definitely couldn't hold on for too long.

But with them around, Yang Jian would definitely not suffer.

Although the Taoist priest with a square face is also a Da Luo Jinxian, there is a big difference between Da Luo Jinxian and Da Luo Jinxian. Not to mention the senior brother beside him, here is his 'family' again, those monster clans...

Hmph, I don't know how to live or die!

On the steps, both Yang Jian and Ao Ji felt the huge pressure coming towards them, but both of them were arrogant people, so they continued to climb the steps.

Suddenly there was a cold snort, and a few more auras of Da Luo Jinxian rushed out of the West Hall and Southwest Hall, and pressed down on Yang Jian.

Ao Ji was purely implicated and accidentally injured.

Yang Jian's figure remained motionless, with his hands behind his back, he strolled forward, and he could still look around at the scenery...

On the other hand, Ao Ji had some cold sweat on his forehead. This sixth prince is a Golden Immortal who has not yet been promoted to Daluo, and his supernatural powers are not weak.

But under the oppression of nearly twenty demon clan Da Luo, he was also a little powerless, and his steps began to falter.

"Brother Yang..."

"Brother Ao, didn't we agree to go to the palace to drink, why are you drunk now?" Yang Jian chuckled, and put his hand on Ao Ji's arm.

On the main seat of the main hall, a gleam flashed through the eyes of the dragon-headed old man, but it disappeared.

Ao Ji wanted to leave with an excuse, and didn't want the Dragon Clan to be involved in the struggle between the Human Clan and the Monster Clan, but Yang Jian grabbed him and withstood most of the coercion for him, not giving him the slightest chance to speak.

Yang Jian took a leisurely walk in the courtyard, and climbed more than ten steps. At this time, not only the ten central halls of the Dragon Palace, but also the palaces everywhere in the Dragon Palace gradually became quiet, and one after another divine sense watched Yang Jian.

More than a dozen auras of the Great Luo Jinyao swept up again and mixed into the vast coercion, intending to suppress Yang Jian's aura.

The air in front of him was like an iron wall, and there were many murderous intentions hidden in it. Although those big Luos of the monster clan couldn't make a move, but with such overlapping momentum, if Yang Jian really just blindly tried to be brave and encouraged to maintain, Yang Jian could still be seriously injured.

At that time, even if they want to blame the teaching, they can shirk it. They just want to test Yang Jian's character. Who would have thought that they would accidentally hurt the disciples of your teaching...

Sure enough, Yang Jian frowned, paused slightly with his raised left foot, and reluctantly lowered it down...

He's about to reach his limit?

Don't miss this opportunity!

Suddenly, more than twenty Da Luo Jin Yao released their momentum and pressed towards Yang Jian!

Ao Ji's complexion was already extremely pale, and his breathing was a little short. If he hadn't held back, a mouthful of dragon's blood would have spewed out.

He represents the Dragon Clan at this time. If Yang Jian, the targeted protagonist, is safe and sound, and he vomits blood first, this...

What is this! The old demons who kill these days!

Ao Ji sighed in his heart, forcibly running the secret method of the dragon clan, exhausting his essence, and temporarily resisting the power in front of him.

At the same time, he sensed Yang Jian's horror.

It's not because of his terrible cultivation——Yang Jian's combat power at this time is actually on the same level as Ao Ji.

What surprised Ao Ji was Yang Jian's temperament and calculations.

Yang Jian showed a strenuous look at this time, and the pace of stepping up the steps became slower and slower, and even his legs trembled slightly...

But the palm holding him continuously injected a kind of mysterious power into himself, which helped him resist more and more power, without any sign of interruption or weakening at all!

Ao Ji took a deep look at Yang Jian, and suddenly felt a kind of... sympathy for the famous and seniors of the demon clan in the two palaces.

Although I don't know why, this guy is not afraid of imposing coercion at all!

The more big Luo Jinyao you attack now, the more ugly the monster clan will be later on!

Ao Ji sighed in his heart, continued to maintain his pace with difficulty, and followed Yang Jian.

The last thirty steps!

Da Luo, the demon clan in the Dragon Palace, has already made all his moves at this time, every time he feels that Yang Jian is about to fall down, but Yang Jian miraculously perseveres...

In addition, the mottled aura of those golden fairies also pressed up, wanting to be the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

Unfortunately, Yang Jian's pace was getting slower and slower, but he never stopped, nor did he lower his head, his eyes were always looking at the most central treasure hall.

Although many big Luos of the human race wanted to help, they did not dare to help Yang Jian resist the coercion of the group of big Luos of the monster race, so as not to attract each other, which would intensify the pressure on Yang Jian...

Many human monks had already stood up suddenly, glaring at the West Hall and the Southwest Hall one by one, as soon as Yang Jian fell, they would immediately go to the Yaozu to settle the score!

More than masters?

Among the nine halls around the main hall, most of the remaining seven halls are human Jinxian and Da Luo from Central China and the Three Thousand Worlds!

At the banquet in the corner of the main hall, a pair of wonderful eyes stared at Yang Jian on the steps, his eyes were a little dazed...

When she heard the name Yang Jian from other people at the table, she felt as if she had forgotten something in her heart, but she felt that she was somehow familiar with Yang Jian...

Five hundred years ago, they saw...

Standing on the eighteenth last step, Yang Jian seemed to have reached his limit, but he smiled abruptly.

"You monster clan, are these abilities?"

His tone was very light, and his trembling body slowly straightened up. He supported Ao Ji who was completely unable to stand with one hand, and stood proudly with the other hand behind his back.

Seeing this, the group of Da Luo Jin Yao who suppressed Yang Jian with arrogance all changed their expressions.

what happened?

Yang Jian's face was indifferent, and he took a step forward, suddenly there was a sharp momentum around him.

Just like a sword, it directly broke through layers of cotton wool! Destroy the dead, without hindrance!

Who is respected on the way of the great road?

Mysterious Kungfu Nine Turns, I walk alone!

The bottom of Yang Jian's heart reverberated. When he first practiced Bajiu Xuan Gong, the words that the towering giant yelled out!

Walk alone!

What big Luo's coercion, what Jinxian's aura, what aura suppression!

This world can't hold me down, but I can support this world!

Yang Jian took another step forward, and all the momentum in front of him was washed away!

The energy around him was chaotic, and there were even vortices of spiritual energy. Many golden immortals were drawn by the energy and suffered secret injuries.

Those Da Luo Jin Yao seemed to have heard a loud slap, hitting them in the face!

But I still don't dare to blatantly attack!

Ao Ji only felt the coercion on him suddenly dissipate, and his feet were so soft that he almost fell on the steps. Yang Jian helped him in time, and Ao Ji gave him a grateful look.

Yang Jian said softly: "Let's go, let's go in first, don't make my uncle and uncle wait for a long time."

"Hey," Ao Ji agreed, unknowingly being turned by Yang Jian, but he didn't have the slightest grudge in his heart, instead he felt very warm...