The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

If you can't kill the old one, killing a little demon can be regarded as an outlet for anger!

However, Yang Jian didn't make a move directly, but held the little demon way in his hands, and went straight to the distant mountains and forests.

After climbing over a low mountain, Yang Jian carefully placed the little princess under a big tree. At this time, there was already a waning moon in the sky, and the deserted moonlight shone on the grass, casting a shadow.

The young girl who was originally aura was so groggy at this moment that she seemed to have lost her soul, and she just sat there in a daze, like a puppet.

Yang Jian threw the young Xiexiu to the ground, took out a water bottle from his fingers, and sprinkled it directly on the man's face, but found that the way he remembered to wake up the unconscious man was useless at all.

This... makes Yang Jian a little bit at a loss.

Reluctantly, he squatted down and grabbed the young man's wrist. Yang Jian didn't have any real energy, spiritual energy, or vitality in his body at this time, because the Bajiu Xuangong is very special.

He drilled hard, and the sound of bone cracking made the little princess sitting under the tree tremble. His eyes seemed to be a little more colorful, and he looked at this side blankly.

Ah... forgive me, the immortal, please forgive me, grandpa Shangxian...

Yang Jian didn't use much torture, he just stepped on the guy's chest, and the guy revealed all the details about his master.

The soul-refining Taoist has been rampant in the world for forty or fifty years, and has become the national teacher of a country incognito. This time he encountered a bottleneck, and bewitched the lord of the country to send troops to fight.

When the army was ready, the soul-refining Taoist couldn't wait to act, and burned the big city, absorbing thousands of souls and turning them into his own spiritual power.

Click!

Hearing this, Yang Jian couldn't help but force his feet, and directly vomited blood from the mouth of the little demon who stepped on it, and fell into a coma again.

Spirit-refining Taoist? Such a thing that hurts the harmony of nature has happened more than once, and it has been rampant for forty or fifty years?

Yang Jian pursed his lips, and after mumbling, he suddenly felt a kind of hatred.

Aren't there a few righteous men in this vast world!

He understood clearly in his heart, but he had the answer himself—the aura of heaven and earth was exhausted, and the traditional way of cultivating the Tao had gradually disappeared. It seemed that there was no one way of righteousness.

But those crooked ways that suck people's souls to improve their cultivation have never cut off their Dao inheritance, and they have become more unscrupulous because of the lack of suppression from righteous monks...

The world is about to fall, and demons are rampant.

The world is about to fall, and demons are rampant.

Inexplicably, Yang Jian felt a little more emotional, and suddenly caught a little cold light from the corner of his eyes. He looked down, but saw the little princess staggering to his side.

A dagger stabbed viciously at the evil monk lying on the ground.

Yang Jian didn't intend to stop her, but took two steps back, allowing her to settle the cause and effect with her enemy.

After a few knives, blood splashed out. The evil cultivator had just built a foundation, and he was far from cultivating the primordial spirit, so he died naturally.

Yang Jian's Xuan Gong sensed that he also saw the soul of this evil monk.

Probably because of more than ten years of practice, this monk's soul is more dignified than ordinary people.

But Yang Jian didn't stop, let it rise slowly, and floated towards the distant city of Fen; there already had a ghost gate appeared in the darkness outside the city, and the ghost messenger took the soul, this is the point to lead to the salvation.

There was a sound of wailing, and the little princess wanted to stand up, but fell down beside Yang Jian.

She sobbed softly, then whimpered, and finally wailed, which was truly heartbreaking.

Yang Jian didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only pat her on the shoulder, and just stood aside...

After an unknown period of time, with the cool breeze blowing, the crying of the little princess gradually became much quieter. She raised her head to look at Yang Jian, words flowed in her eyes, but she couldn't say anything at the moment.

Suddenly, I heard shouting and cursing from the direction of Dacheng. This shouting and cursing was not a 'sound' conveyed by air fluctuations, but a shout directly to the soul, mixed with inexplicable power.

Bold! How dare you snatch the soul in front of the poor! If you don't accept it, you will go back to the underworld to claim your merits!

I heard the old Taoist yelling: Shangcha! I have a ghost order! I haven't seen the Shangcha here just now!

roll!

The voice was full of anger, but also indignation, obviously a little helpless.

And Yang Jian jumped onto a big tree, his eyes flickered with divine light, and he could clearly see the scene in the distance.

The wicked old Taoist was covered in blood, begging for mercy repeatedly to a green-faced ghost guard.

The ghost guard hesitated for a while, retracted the steel fork, and kicked out, kicking the Soul Refining Taoist flying dozens of feet away, then turned around and continued to restrain the soul and enter the ghost gate.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, feeling even more resentful.

Why didn't the underworld ghost messenger kill the old Taoist? What is the order of ghosts and ghosts?

The soul refining Taoist smiled sinisterly, stood up staggeringly, and was about to go to the city to continue wreaking havoc, but he heard a loud shout that shocked the sky.

Changhong pierces the sky! Murderous!

Taoist Lianpo yelled that it was not good, turned around and turned into a wisp of black smoke, heading straight towards the mountain range where Yang Jian was located, and the speed was so fast!

But that Changhong turned a corner and pursued, and could catch up with the black smoke as soon as he saw it.

Yang Jian watched helplessly as the wisp of black smoke drifted hundreds of meters away from him. He wished he could fly over with a pair of wings, but he couldn't do it.

He jumped down from the tree, before he had time to explain anything, he pinched the little princess directly under his ribs, ran wildly, and chased in the direction of the old Taoist.

This is not just for the indignation in my heart, but also for the uneasiness, the uneasiness of not being able to do anything for the souls who died tonight!

If given the chance, even if he had to bear some risks, he would take that old man to death!

The long rainbow flashed across the head, as if pointing the direction for Yang Jian.

As soon as Yang Jian climbed up a mountain, he saw the purple sword shadow in the distance soaring towards the sky, and he raised the sword hundreds of feet high and turned back.

A shrill cry came from under the sword light: The ancestor will drag you to death today!

The sword light slashed down, shaking the mountain in an instant, and the light flashed randomly.

Yang Jian jumped down from the top of the mountain, even if the old man was dealt with, he would have to see the old man's body with his own eyes!

Running all the way, the little princess seemed to know what Yang Jian was going to do, she kept her breath shut and her mouth pursed without saying a word.

In those eyes full of sadness and despair, tree shadows, rocks, creeks, and waterfalls flashed by.

Suddenly, the pictures stopped.

Yang Jian was standing on a cliff, and the other side of the cliff was originally a hill, but at this time the hill was forcibly split into a valley tens of feet high.

What kind of battle is this supposed to be?

At the bottom of the valley, two figures sat cross-legged, one was the old man, the other was the young man from before.

Borrowing the moonlight, Yang Jian lowered his head and looked down. The old Taoist and the young man below saw Yang Jian...

The old Taoist first yelled happily: Disciple! Disciple? Come and kill this man! He has been hit by the master's soul-breaking needle. At this moment, his soul is restrained and he cannot move!

Hmph! The young man sitting cross-legged was sweating profusely. Although he was about to suffer, he didn't give in and begged for mercy.

Even half a voice.

Yang Jian said in a cold voice, Your apprentice is already dead.

In an instant, it was the old Taoist who stared and trembled, while the young monk who was fighting against the evil way couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

Hahahaha! There are people in my generation! There are people in my generation! Little brother, don't worry about this, I can recover in a moment, he can't run away today!

Yang Jian said: He may recover a little in a moment.

That means, he can kill this old Taoist right now, but he doesn't want to take the credit.

The young man thought for a while, and said cautiously: This old Taoist is full of tricks and has a lot of backhands. I accidentally fell into his way just now. Little brother, you...

He felt it carefully, but he didn't even notice how well the man on the top of the mountain was doing. It seemed, it seemed that he was just a mountain boy.

It's okay, I have my own way.

Yang Jian put the little princess aside and told her in a low voice not to move.

The old Taoist shouted weakly: This little brother! I am the national teacher of Xihuang Kingdom! If you kill this person today, I will promise you wealth and honor for the rest of your life, and teach you the supreme law!

Hmph! Yang Jian turned his head away, in order to make the two people who were in trouble at the moment confused.

Not only them, the little princess who was mourning was also a little more puzzled, watching Yang Jian's whereabouts...

After a while, the little princess opened her mouth, and the whole person froze there. For a moment, she forgot her sadness and fear, only surprise.

A rocky mountain rushed towards him!

As we get closer, we can see that there is a young man under the stone mountain, who is carrying the stone mountain of unknown weight, ten feet square, twenty or thirty feet high, and slowly walking towards this side!

This is actually not half the size of the stone mountain that Yang Jian used to practice, but Yang Jian couldn't find a bigger one in a hurry.

When he reached the edge of the cliff, Yang Jian started to slow down, and the cliff was trembling. And Yang Jian straightened up slowly, found a balance point, held the stone mountain with both hands, and looked down coldly.

Not only the little princess, but the young monk was dumbfounded at the moment, and almost forgot to restore his soul.

The old man was shocked, and shouted again: I promise you a lifetime of wealth! Let you be one person! No! Let you be the emperor! Ah! You bastard!

call!

The stone mountain flew up, crossed a parabola, and hit the old man directly.

The old Taoist watched helplessly, seeing that the sky in his eyes was completely filled with rocky mountains, trying to roll over with his last breath, but was smashed firmly by the rocky mountain!

boom!

The earth shook again.

The dust was flying, and the dumbfounded young monk was just a foot away from the edge of the rocky mountain, and his mouth was filled with smoke...

But Yang Jian muttered in a low voice on the cliff: I don't know if I can be crushed to death. Naturally, this kind of monk is not so easy to die.

Turning around and wanting to run back again to find a rock, a coughing cry came from under the cliff:

Dead! Little brother! Absolutely dead! He was knocked out of his wits by you!

Only then did Yang Jian stop and heaved a sigh of relief.