The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The giant roc has a wingspan of tens of feet, and the human-faced black python is nearly a hundred feet long!

The two giant beasts were fighting in the arena, the giant roc continued to swivel and dive, its claws tore off pieces of flesh and blood from the black python's body, firmly gaining the upper hand.

The black python keeps trying to entangle the giant roc, but unfortunately every time the python attacks, the giant roc narrowly avoids it...

Just like that, the two came and went, fighting continuously, leaving puddles of black python blood on the ground, and cyan feathers floating in the air.

After fighting for half an hour, the black python was seriously injured and unconscious, but still insisted on trying to bite the giant Peng, and did not admit defeat.

And Jupeng... It tried to catch the black python and missed one after another, and could only barely leave scars on the black python...

Yang Jian is at the end of his battle!

All the demon clan golden immortals present were brightly lit, but there were also a few monsters who showed regret that they could not fight with the fully cultivated Yang Jian.

At this moment, there was a ding dong, and the sound of the piano came from a distance.

Jupeng's spirit suddenly rose, and he slapped out his sharp claws three times viciously, directly sending the black python's huge body flying. After the black python rolled to the ground, it curled up into a ball, but could no longer attack.

A faint profound energy flickered, and the Jupeng turned into Yang Jian. He fell from mid-air, with some messy long hair and Taoist robes flying wildly.

Despite careful calculations, Yang Jian's legs trembled after landing, unable to stand still, and took a small half step back...

This time it wasn't like when climbing the Dragon Ladder, deliberately pretending to spoil the face of the monster race.

This time, he really ran out of profound energy, ran out of oil and ran out of lamps.

After repeated battles, Yang Jian was really overwhelmed. He only condensed twenty-four mysterious beads, and the Yunzhu was far from perfect, and the magic of the Yunzhu state had not yet appeared.

Yang Jian sighed from the bottom of his heart, his eyes swept over those monsters who were eager to try, and there was still a fighting spirit in his eyes.

Mei Kongmei, the great power of the demon race, made another move, turning the giant python into a small snake, which was directly stored in her sleeve, which was also a chance for the little snake.

"I come!"

"I come!"

The two monster youths spoke out at the same time and stepped forward at the same time, each stepping into the ring with one foot.

when--

Prime Minister Gui's voice was still so leisurely, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and the whole process was like this, which was considered fair.

"The two demons are clashing, and we need to choose one. Leave your legs off the ground for now, and step in again."

The two monsters looked at each other, raised their feet at the same time, and were about to fall at the same time.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the field, and the figure slowly appeared in front of the two of them.

Shifting shape and transposition, the supernatural power of Qiankun Dao!

The two demons were furious immediately, they were taken the lead by others, and seeing that the man in the arena was actually a handsome young man, or a human race, they were even more furious!

A big demon said angrily: "Who are you? Are you looking for death! How dare you spoil the important affairs of my demon clan!"

Sitting at the table, the ancestor of Lingshan opened his eyes and glanced at Mei Kongmei; Mei Kongmei only felt a headache, but she also knew why this unfathomable old man suddenly looked at her.

The one who suddenly appeared on the scene was none other than Xiao Lan.

Mei Kongmei smiled and said: "It turns out that you are a disciple of Lingshan Mountain, you two should not be rude. But this is better than Prime Minister Fighting Turtle. Yang Jian has a noble status and is a disciple of Yuxu Palace. Only Jinxian can't challenge him."

Xiao Lan turned around when she heard the words, holding a folding fan in her hand, she cupped her hands at Mei Kongmei, her handsome face resembled her own.

She said calmly: "Although I am not a golden fairy at this time, I have supernatural powers that even a golden fairy can't master. Why can't I fight?"

"Rules are rules," Mei Kongmei said softly, "This is the Dragon Palace, and Prime Minister Gui is also a famous man, so how dare you make a mistake."

Prime Minister Gui, who was standing next to the big gong, chuckled, "When did the minister become famous? Don't dare to be, don't dare to be."

The corner of Mei Kongmei's mouth twitched slightly, after today, it doesn't matter if the Dragon Palace's immortal feast and their monster clan don't come.

Mei Kongmei said coldly: "So, I can ask the Dragon King to make a judgment. Although my monster clan is in a difficult situation, it is not something everyone can threaten!"

The ancestor of Lingshan, the grandmother, seemed to be scrupulous, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she said kindly: "Lan'er, come back."

Xiao Lan's expression became anxious, and just as she was about to explain something, Yang Jian's somewhat weak cry came from behind her.

"Brother Xiao, go back, I can still fight."

During this short moment of breath adjustment, Yang Jian has recovered a little bit of profound energy, but the words of being able to fight are just bluffing monsters.

Xiao Lan turned to look at Yang Jian, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything else, she sighed softly, and stood back behind Lingshan Patriarch with her head down.

She deliberately walked slowly to buy more time for Yang Jian to adjust his breath. But also taking advantage of this period of time, the two fighting monsters finally made a decision, one monster moved forward and the other retreated.

This should be the last battle of Yang Jian's trip to the Dragon Palace.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, the profound energy accelerated, and traces of new energy began to gather in all parts of the body, but this... was far from enough.

He only has the power of one blow.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the piano again, Yang Jian smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that it was Chu Qian and his sister who came, he felt a little depressed.

He didn't want Yang Xiaochan to see him defeated, because he wanted to give Yang Xiaochan enough sense of security. Only an elder brother who is invincible inside and outside the world can truly make her carefree and grow up with her will.

Anyway, today is the last try...

He took out the Demon Slaying Sword, stood where he was, and went back and forth in his mind about the general outline of the Eighty-nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

When arguing with Mei Kongmei before, the few mysterious and irrefutable words that Yang Jian said were actually two sentences in the general outline.

As the big monster approached, Yang Jian suddenly felt a little emotional.

Is it possible to be invincible in the world only by becoming the god-like place of Pangu? But God Pan Gu also died of exhaustion in the end...

Is there really an invincible in this world?

In this prehistoric world, is there really invincible?

Yang Jian's inexplicable heart surged, but a portrait of a giant emerged from the bottom of his heart. Most of the body of this portrait was nothingness, only the left arm was intact, with inexplicable power condensed on it.

Pangu visualization map!

Houtu's heart-pumping blood congealed the Pangu visualization map for him!

That arm... When the Twelve Ancestral Witches used the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Gods, the back soil was condensed with the power of the central soil, and it was the left arm!

At this time, the left arm of Pangu's real body, which was condensed from the power of the back earth, slowly moved upwards...

It seems simple, but in fact there are thousands of changes and differences...

"Yang Jian! Hahaha! You will be defeated by me today!"

The big monster was full of spirits, couldn't help laughing wildly, sacrificed three monster weapons and weapons, and threw it at Yang Jian with all his brains!

Huanglong gritted his teeth, but was secretly suppressed by Chi Jingzi on his seat when he wanted to make a move.

Ao Ji squeezed out a sentence: "It's really ugly to eat like this."

And Mei Kongmei showed a trace of relief and pain on her face.

After today, whenever someone mentions Yang Jian, he must mention how his demon clan fell. She has worked hard for countless years for the revival of the Yaozu, but she has no power to recover from today's situation.

Could it be that her demon clan is really not in line with the destiny? Should it fall?

In a corner of the arena, Chu Qian, who was sitting on the ground playing the piano, sighed softly, lowered her head and couldn't bear to look at the situation over there.

And Yang Xiaochan was being held back by an aunt of the dragon clan. She wanted to break into the ring, but was blocked by this master "gently".

Seeing that the three treasures were about to hit Yang Jian, and many dragon masters were about to attack, Yang Xiaochan suddenly yelled...

"elder brother!"

Yang Jian opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly there appeared a series of real lights in his eyes!

The sword was handed over to the left hand, and suddenly it was lifted up, as if holding an axe, and slashed forward!

The last puff of profound energy in the body came out from the sword, condensed into a mysterious handle out of thin air, and turned into a pale yellow light arc visible to the naked eye!

This is the arc of light!

It seems ordinary, but it reveals a vast and ancient aura. The aura vibrates, revealing some kind of domineering and destructive dao rhyme!

No, no, it's not ruining the world!

It is the most primitive, oldest, and most tyrannical Daoyun that breaks through the sea of ​​chaos and opens up this world!

Open heaven rhyme!

This style!

Dragon King opened his eyes, Huang Long stared, Chi Jing frowned!

Mei Kongmei's smile froze, and beside Mei Kongmei, the burly monster power who had been silent all this time, his eyes spewed fire!

This style!

The fairies were terrified, the monsters were dripping with cold sweat, the dragon masters' momentum was reversed, and the Dragon Palace's formation stopped for a moment!

Just the dao rhyme of this sword is already so terrifying, not to mention the sword itself!

The three monster treasures that were smashed over in one breath were either shattered in an instant, or were rolled back by the sword force...

At the moment when the Xuangang was shot, Yang Jian suddenly regained some sanity in his blank eyes, and the tip of the sword was slightly tilted...

The Profound Handle roared, and the sword light raged!

The two big Luos of the dragon clan shot at the same time, and sacrificed a dragon scale shield, which barely blocked the sword light that rushed out of the range of the ring. The two big Luos even took half a step back, looking at each other in shock.

Look at the field again.

The clouds and mist that made up the arena cut a long gully, and on the edge of the gully, the big monster of the monster clan trembled in his footsteps, fell down and sat there, spat out a mouthful of monster blood, and passed out completely.

when--

Prime Minister Gui's hammer finally got a little anxious, and his voice became a little shrill.

"Yang Jian wins! The arena is destroyed, stop fighting for now, and rebuild the arena!"

As soon as Prime Minister Gui's words fell, Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly leaned back, unable to hold the Demon Slaying Sword steadily, and fell to the ground with a bang.