The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the **** formation, Yang Jianzheng and Taiyi real person rushed into the battle.

　　 The real Taiyi had already said four or five flaws in the big formation in a blink of an eye. Although he was protected by Yang Jian Xuangang, he still wanted face, and instead brought Yang Jian to fly.

He rushed all the way to the place of the altar. Just as Yang Jian was about to let Master Taiyi resist the evil spirits on his own, he went to cut the man in the main formation, but Master Taiyi flicked his sleeves, seven or eight long nails shining brightly, facing each other. The altar under the blood cloud shot away.

"Yang Jian!"

　　 There was a roar from below, listening to it, there was a bit of tyranny in the thick.

　　 The blood cloud rolled upside down, as if an ancient beast opened its hideous mouth!

　　 Taiyi hurriedly said, "This Sun Liang has been fascinated by the evil spirit!"

　　His divine knowledge is so strong that he naturally saw the figure with his hands held up under the blood cloud; Taiyi carefully sensed, suddenly his complexion changed slightly, and he uttered a low voice, "Don't fight him hard!"

　　 "Uncle, take care of yourself!"

　　 While Taiyi was talking, Yang Jian had already started.

　　 He broke away from the real Taiyi, leaving behind a thick mysterious gang for Taiyi to protect himself, incarnate as Jinpeng, and rushed directly into the blood cloud vortex.

　　 "Nothing!"

　　 Madam Taiyi cursed, and immediately leaned over to chase him, but was blocked by the evil spirit, and couldn't keep up with Yang Jian for a while.

　　 There seems to be a big battle below!

　　 The blood cloud began to surging, several waves of air continued to rush, and the suffocating energy of the entire blood-changing formation surged toward this place!

　　 "Uncle uncle retire first! This person is already crazy!"

　　 Yang Jian’s voice came from below, followed by an angry curse:

　　 "You can't leave alone! A **** formation!"

　　Major Taiyi's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with Yang Jian for asking him to retreat first.

　　 What do you think of this stinky boy?

　　 Magic weapon!

　　 The red robe sleeves of the real Taiyi were bulging, a few dragons chanted, and the attacking Lingbao Jiulong Lihuo was already in his hand, and he threw it towards the blood cloud below.

　　 Listen to a few dragon chants, look at the flames!

　　 Lihuosha turned into a big net in a blink of an eye, and nine true dragons wrapped in samādhi real fire appeared, and scattered flames in the sky covered by the big net.

　　The land of thousands of feet, the billowing blood cloud is instantly evaporated, and the fierce battle below is undoubtedly revealed!

　　 Yang Jian is holding a spear with both hands, and he is constantly fighting with a burly figure three feet tall!

　　 The figure was covered in blood, barely a figure, with a big mouth in the blood basin, with a disheveled hair, **** wings on its back, and a foot in a pool of blood.

　　 Take a closer look, this strange man vaguely still has Sun Liang's face, and there are deep bone scars everywhere on his body, but he has become more and more violent because of these injuries.

　　 Yang Jian fought the absolute upper hand, and the offensive was fierce. The three-pointed two-bladed spear combined marksmanship and swordsmanship, and the changes were often between the elbows and arms. The weird man could only be beaten, and he couldn't even make a half move.

　　 Only relying on the brute force blessed by the big formation and evil spirits, he fought Yang Jian close and hand-to-hand, completely seeking his own death...

　　 The real Taiyi grasped a long sword in his hand, pointed towards the sky, and his mana surged, turning into a large streamer umbrella, barely blocking the rushing evil spirit in the air!

　　 "Master Nephew, beware of this fire!"

After 　　 said, a complicated spell appeared on the palm of Taiyi's left hand, directly hitting the middle orb of Nine Dragons Lihuo.

　　 Nine Dragons roared, staggered, and roared towards the place where Yang Jian fought with the strange man.

　　 This samādhi true fire specializes in breaking evils. It is a method commonly used by Taoist monks, and it is another advanced state to cultivate samādhi true fire to the red and white.

　　 Nine fire dragons struck, Yang Jian's Profound Body felt the burning pain, and Sun Liang's body turned his head up and roared, and his body was ignited with holes in flames, and he immediately struggled to escape.

　　 "Where to go!"

　　 Yang Jian deceived his body, and the Seventy-two Transformation was displayed again, and suddenly it turned into a three-foot-long fire-scale python with a raging flame on his body.

　　 Yang Jian, this flame is not the real fire of Samadhi, how can he have the time to practice such advanced Taoism.

It’s just that I’ve heard from Master that this fire-scaled python is not afraid of fire. Yang Jian has just performed such a change. The python swims like that bundle of immortal ropes and dragon ropes, binding the legs of the weird person, and slamming. The weirdo rushed forward directly, and the evil spirit of the entire blood-changing formation was suddenly chaotic.

　　Yang Jian immediately said: "Uncle, do it! Samadhi cannot hurt me!"

　　 Taiyi no longer hesitates, the supernatural power borrows the Lingbao, and the Lingbao helps the supernatural power!

　　 Nine fire dragons whizzed down, swallowing the strange man and the fire scale python directly!

　　The real Taiyi's eyelids jumped, and he always felt that he was fighting with others with his nephew, his Taoist cultivation base was not enough...

　　 Under the pressure of rolling, the real Taiyi, even if he was struggling to support, did not show the slightest embarrassment on the surface, standing elegantly on the Jiulong Lihuo, constantly urging the nine fire dragons to smash down one after another.

　　 Once, several times, dozens of times...

　　 hit to...

　　 The vast mana of the real Taiyi was a bit unsustainable, and the sky was full of evil spirits rolled in all directions, and the red drizzle turned into a rain of blood!

　　 Real Taiyi stopped then and looked down.

　　 Yang Jian's changing fire-scaled python stood on a piece of scorched earth, and beside him was Sun Liang, who had turned into ashes.

　　 This Sun Liang concealed his evil spirits and stained Da Luo Jin's body, but he was restrained by the true fire of the samaya of Nine Dragons Lihuo, leaving no ashes left, only one or two magic weapons left.

　　 Yang Jian changed into a human form, and collected these two spirit treasures with strong blood, maybe it will be useful in the future.

　　 It’s natural to be polite with the real Taiyi. This uncle is really a big family. How can these two spirit treasures be embarrassed to argue with the nephew?

　　 Yang Jian flew to Taiyi's side, and saw Taiyi's face as golden paper, short of breath, and quickly grabbed Uncle's hand to check.

　　 "Why does the evil spirit enter the body so much?"

　　 "Nothing," Madam Taiyi waved his hand, still striving to be strong, "Go back to the camp."

　　 Yang Jian frowned, his wastage is not too much at this time, there are still half of Xuan Gang and Xuan Qi, and the eighty-one Xuan Beads are also recovering quickly since they became Zhou Tian.

　　 Compared to the previous time when the wind broke and roared, Yang Jian fully supported Ci Hang; now in this **** formation, Taiyi True Person is doing his best to let Yang Jian save more strength...

　　 The rain of blood kept falling, and the scorched ground was under his feet. Yang Jian helped Taiyi to fly towards the gate, and the blood-changing array was slowly destroying itself.

　　 "This Sun Liang can be regarded as a ruthless person," Madam Taiyi sighed softly, "He was killing you, and at the moment he brought evil spirits into his body, he had already destroyed the Taoist deeds that would be able to cultivate for several yuan."

　　 Yang Jian was silent, he had only fought the strange man for dozens of rounds, and he really felt that the opponent was quite tricky.

　　 It's a pity that Sun Liang was originally a cultivator of Yuanshen Tao and was not good at close hand-to-hand combat. Although he came up with such an idea, it seemed that he could kill Yang Jian in the **** formation, but Yang Jian was beaten too embarrassed.

　　 Hand-to-hand combat is far from a day's work.

　　 Change the blood formation, break!

　　The gate of the blood-changing formation collapsed suddenly, and the two of them flew out of the broken formation and were about to return to the Zhou camp.

　　 "Uncle, be careful!"

　　Yang Jian suddenly yelled like this. Before he could say anything, he had already dragged the real Taiyi, who had exhausted his mana and suffered a lot at this time, to him.

　　 Two sword lights attacked from the side, directly hitting Yang Jian's back, making two sounds of gold and stone collisions, and the two flying swords were flew directly...

　　 Yang Jian turned his head and glared, but what he saw was a series of downturned doors.

　　 "A hidden arrow hurts people! Be a savvy person!"

　　 Yang Jian gritted his teeth and cursed, and didn't dare to delay, grabbing the real man Taiyi to show the world escape method, appeared more than ten miles away.

　　 The remaining eight line masters of the Shijue Array seemed to be chasing out of the line. The twelve golden immortals in front of Zhou Yingyuan's gate released their momentum to suppress them, and directly frightened the eight line leaders.

　　Yang Jian helped Taiyi flew back to the camp, angry that the downturned formation master attacked. When Nezha helped his master back to the camp to rest, Yang Jian turned around and stepped out of the camp.

　　'S armor was damaged, two large holes were broken in his back, and his face was slightly burnt.

　　 But he didn't meditate and rest, because he didn't consume much in the blood formation formation. At this time, he had recovered most of his profound energy and profound gang.

　　 "Which uncle and uncle will follow me to break the formation?"

　　 "Poverty Taoist cultivation has the method to calm the soul, and there is no fear of falling down," Chi Jingzi sang a vocal number, and said to Yang Jian, "Master nephew, rest for a while, don't worry about it."

　　 Yang Jian shook his head, "Second Uncle, please."

　　 "Never mind," Chi Jingzi chuckled lightly, glanced at the real Yuding, who closed his eyes, and took Yang Jian on the cloud, and went straight to the downfall formation.

Either because of Yang Jian’s prestige in the army, or thinking that the disciples of Yuxu Palace showed great power and gave them a long face in Yuxu Palace, Guang Chengzi is still using cloud mirror techniques to expose the situation within the ten unique formations to the barracks. Place.

　　 At the same time, the Yang Mansion in the Zhou Capital City and the female relatives of Yang Mansion also gathered in the hall, watching the water mirror made by Ao Xinke with concern.

　　 Ao Xinke and Yang Jianxiu's Yin-Yang confluence technique has been for a long time, and they have achieved the same heart and one virtue. At this moment, her quasi-sage cultivation base is fully exerted. The water mirror is always staring at Yang Jian's figure, and her eyes have never moved away.

　　 Yang Jian was fighting outside, and his wife, mother, and sister all gave him a heart, and the maids in the Yang Mansion were also worried that Yang Jian would have an accident, and they would lose their shelter in the predicament.

　　 Feng Wu sat next to Ao Xinke, and saw that Yang Jian went into a panic array without taking a break, and said anxiously: "Why is he so aggressive..."

Ao Xinke on the side nodded after a little late, and whispered without looking back, "My husband has a deep friendship with this real Taiyi, and I will be angry about this~www.readwn.com~Why is my son always so strong? ," Yao Ji sighed softly. Although she knew her son was an extraordinary monk, the mother could not bear to see her own flesh and blood go to fight with others...

　　 In a down-and-out array.

　　 Yang Jian and Chi Sperm flew swiftly, and ghosts came one after another. Chi Sperm held a yin and yang mirror in his hand, and the yin and yang were converted, and the heavy ghosts were directly absorbed and turned into pure vitality to feed Chi sperm.

　　 This yin and yang mirror has a very big background. It was originally a spiritual treasure held by Taoist ancestor Hongjun, and it was called the innate spiritual treasure on Fenbao Cliff back then.

　　 Yang Jian’s Xuan Gang resisted the evil spirits, and the red sperm's yin and yang mirrors shattered the array, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo along the way, really making Yao Bin, Yao Tianjun, the leader of the fallen array panicked.

　　 Yao Bin hurriedly called for help. The remaining Seven Heavenly Monarchs wanted to rush out of the formations, but some of the Twelve Golden Immortals had already offered magic weapons, and the real man Yuding opened his eyes and stared at the formation door of the Fallen Formation...

　　 Going out is to die, and there is still a chance in the formation.

　　 Except for rage, other than beating the chest, and gnashing the teeth at Yang Jian, Qin Wan and others could do nothing.

　　 is full of hatred!

　　 Yao Bin hesitated, and the counterattack had no strength. When Yang Jian rushed to the altar, he raised his gun and fell. He cut off Yao Bin's head with three moves and sent the soul to the list of conferred gods.

　　 But this time, Yang Jian took a moment to delay, opened his eyes, and used the technique of the reincarnation eye to transfer the thousands of ghosts in the downfall into the underworld. He also gained a lot of merit.

　　 This section of the gods really responded to the phrase ‘good and bad’. There are still people who practice such evil methods among the Ten Heavenly Kings, no wonder they can’t gather much luck.

　　 Fallen formation, broken!

　　 Ten must-have arrays, three of them have been broken!