The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian rushed up and grabbed the old man by the collar, with a fierce look and a fierce look in his eyes.

The old man suddenly started to tremble, he really looked like an ordinary old man, his demeanor, look, eyes, and words were flawless.

Shangxian, what's the matter again?

Yang Jian originally thought that this old man was extraordinary, so when he rushed up like this, he was also deliberately testing. Without saying a word, he just punched the old man in the face, but he used his profound kung fu to absorb his strength, fearing that he would really kill the old man with his punch.

Unexpectedly, punching down... feels pretty good.

The old man screamed again and again, and Yang Jian didn't feel any counter-shock force, so he didn't use any real strength, just beat him to vent his anger.

Shangxian, spare your life! Shangxian, spare your life! Oh, hello! Why are you beating the little old man again!

The old man screamed again and again, and there were many diners outside the private room looking towards this side.

Until Liuya cried beside him: Stop beating... Big brother, please stop beating my master!

Only then did Yang Jian stop, lifted the old Taoist up, pointed at Liuya next to him and scolded: You old Taoist, what is your purpose!

The old man's dark lips trembled, and the grief and indignation in his eyes could not be faked.

Beaten up by the master, and then beaten up by the apprentice, but he didn't dare to reveal his real body...

This bitch is too aggrieved!

who is he? He is magnificent!

It is rare for a great supernatural being to become like him after the creation of the world!

Daozu is really mad! Aggrieved dead saint!

The old Taoist lowered his eyebrows and sobbed twice, I, I have no purpose, Shangxian!

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, as if he wanted to see the old man through.

The old Taoist looked up to the sky and sighed, his nose was bleeding, and he quickly took out a few things from his cloth bag for storage.

A shovel, a set of ropes, a disk for identifying directions... are all tools for digging graves and stealing graves.

Shangxian, the old Taoist's voice trembled, Could it be that Liuya made up a story with you again? She is too naughty and always messes around like this, you can't believe it! I'm just going to prepare a few items that will be used next, Shangxian Mingjian!

Yang Jian frowned, and his eyes kept flashing over Lao Dao and Liu Ya, not daring to trust this master and grandson any more.

What is this all about?

It was a mess.

Hmph! There's no need to talk about this matter again. I'm just a little monk. The two of you should hire someone else.

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he turned his head and left, determined not to have anything to do with this weird pair of master and apprentice.

The old man glared at Liuya, meaning to let Liuya rush up and cry to stop him.

But Liuya snorted softly, rolled her eyes to the ceiling, continued to shake her feet, and ate leisurely there.

The old Taoist looked up at the sky with tears streaming down his face, he didn't expect his apprentice to do the same...

Yang Jian strode out of the private room, threw another piece of gold to the waiter in a shop, and left the place in a hurry.

In the private room, the old man's half-swollen old face was uncertain, and after Yang Jian left, he growled in a low voice for a while:

Master is unreasonable, and this apprentice is even more of a bastard! I have fallen into the hands of your master and apprentice! I don't want to be naughty! I really am a bastard! Big bastard and little bastard! Me! Me!

Master, why didn't you leave this time? Liuya asked with a smile, opened her little hands to the old Taoist, and pouted coquettishly.

The old man sighed, if he could leave, why not leave sooner?

After rubbing it on his face, the bruise subsided immediately, and he hugged Liu Ya, not daring to look at Liu Ya's big bright eyes.

Liuya...

Well, it's okay, Liuya sat on the old man's arm, with a serious look on her oil-stained face, and whispered, Master raised me, and Master can throw me away wherever he wants. Liuya has grown up and won't cry.

I... well... forget it.

The old man sighed, but couldn't say anything.

Liuya rested her chin on his shoulder, closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

With a sweet smile on her lips, she murmured dreamily: I want to follow Master the most...

Silly girl, the old man smiled miserably.

If he can protect you, even if the old Taoist fights for half his life, so what?

But luck...

well.

After the sigh, the elegant room was silent.

The waiter in the shop couldn't help but go in to check, only to find that it was empty and there was no one at all, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yang Jian, who was hurrying on the road, never expected that an old Taoist would pull a girl and follow him far away, hundreds of miles away.

What Yang Jian didn't even know was that during the short moment when he and Liuya were alone, a great battle that could destroy this world broke out in the void at the edge of the world.

A ray of blue light flashed across the void, and most of the hundred thousand mountains in the barren land collapsed silently!

If you look down from the air, there is a huge palm print left there, and the edge of the palm print is a series of continuous mountains!

However, this was just a palm shot by those two powerful fighters who had fought before!

Their main battlefield is in the void beyond heaven and earth, in the boundless chaos.

The two figures fighting are the Daoist Yuding and the sloppy old man.

When Yu Ding stopped the old Taoist, he said solemnly: My apprentice has a bad life, but he can't bear such a cause and effect.

The old Taoist smiled: Maybe this is a source of great blessing to your apprentice!

Senior, please raise your hands high.

If I don't raise my hand, what will you do to me? The old man smiled inscrutablely, Even if your brother Guang Chengzi is here, the old man will talk like this, so what?

A big battle is thus opened.

After the first battle, the slovenly old man fell back to this world, very angry and embarrassed.

In desperation, the slovenly old man had no choice but to return to the small world of the secret realm, to the restaurant in that town, and walked into the private room, where he was pushed to the ground by a brave and fearless young man, and there was another burst of rubbing...

Master Yuding didn't return to look after Yang Jian immediately, but instead went to a canyon in the extreme south of the world.

day rift.

There are gusts of gloomy wind here, and the sound of ghost cries has been going on for years. There are gravel and dead trees for thousands of miles, with only a little vegetation and no life breath.

The aura of this world is passing away quickly, and its root is here.

Yang Jian did not guess wrong in one point. During the ancient Lich Wars, they were constantly conquering all over the world, and this place was also a place of decisive battles.

In that battle, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the galaxy was reversed.

Da Neng shed blood, immortality fell, and the heavens wept and the earth mourned.

The four demon clan powers deployed the four elephant formations to urge the peerless sword energy, severely injuring the two witch clan great witches, and wiped out half of the witches participating in the battle!

It was also this sword that cut off the root of this piece of heaven and earth, and also left behind this fatal rift valley.

The war witch who was given the blood essence by Yang Jian survived the battle at that time, but was seriously injured and died. It was difficult to leave this big world, and finally died tens of thousands of miles away from here, suppressed by the powerful monster clan.

The aura of heaven and earth leaked out, and the principles of heaven and earth often collapsed. Those four monster clan powers endured the grievances of all spirits, and they also fell one after another in the subsequent battle of heaven and earth...

Daoist Yuding appeared here, stopped for a while, and then flew into the canyon.

There were several vibrations, as if there was a duel of supernatural powers, and all kinds of divine lights flashed randomly.

The Sky Rift Valley was completely shrouded in jade-colored light, and the battle in the valley did not affect this piece of world that could not withstand the slightest damage.

Half a day later, Daoist Yuding appeared again, his white robe was stained with some black blood, Shi Shiran fled into the void, never to be seen again.

And that day in the rift valley, the ghost cries became more and more shrill...

Yang Jian didn't know anything about this.

Yang Jian returned to the simple cave he opened in the small world of the secret realm, and began to practice painstakingly for 12 hours a day.

Ten Tianxin stones are tied to the limbs and torso with the rope of the magic weapon, and they will never leave the body even after eating, drinking, and lassing.

Meditate with the formation plate every day, absorb the spiritual energy to forge the body, and dare not neglect at all.

After two months like this, Bajiu Xuangong is getting more and more refined, and the sixth exchange of blood still owes a lot of time, so I can only continue to accumulate.

In his spare time, Yang Jian would think of his experiences some time ago.

I don't know what happened to the little princess who had a miserable life experience. Is Mr. Xiao still playing with those sects of cultivating immortals, and Liuya and the old Taoist who have always been covered in a layer of mist...

Who are they?

Yang Jian couldn't figure it out, so he could only keep these things in his heart.

Master said to be less involved in karma, but he really went against the grain and took photos everywhere.

Practice with peace of mind.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and was about to meditate, but suddenly heard a roar, several pieces of gravel fell from the top of his head, and the whole cave began to shake violently.

I go!

Yang Jian quickly jumped up. Although he was tied with a Tianxin Stone weighing 100,000 catties, he still moved quickly and rushed out of his cave in a few steps.

Turning his head to look, Yang Jian's complexion changed.