The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Like a dream but not a dream, like enlightenment but not enlightenment, Yang Jian did not lose the chain at a critical moment this time, he has a sense of everything around him, but he has fallen into a mysterious and mysterious realm, and he is reluctant to leave.

The primordial spirit seems to have extended countless tentacles, spreading into the space between the heaven and the earth, comprehending the principles of the heaven and the earth, and witnessing the withered vegetation.

Lei Zhenzi and Mu Zha led a team forward, and Yang Jian noticed it; Yang Jian also saw the figures that appeared after Qinglong closed the door.

But there was no joy or anger in his heart, nor did he have any urge to rush over to fight. He watched without sadness or joy, and then inadvertently diverted his eyes, soaring in the wind...

The fugue is too empty to sigh the ancient chaos, and once the dream wakes up, the chaos between the horses.

Yang Jian was startled by the blood energy soaring to the sky, and his spiritual consciousness turned from the sky and the earth one by one. Yang Jian's mysterious body was still standing on the hillside, and his soul was like a white cloud, floating in the bloody place.

In front of the front gate of the Zhou army's front camp with the sign of "Free War", several figures are fighting.

The two brothers Nezha and Muzha were on the left side, blocking a burly man with a bloody mouth, and the blood was rushing out of this man.

This man's name is Ma Yuan, and he is the "man-eating" general of the merchant army that Yang Jian discovered before, not a Taoist monk.

On the right side, Jin Zha sacrificed the dragon's escape pile, and He Heng killed Zheng Lun with great success.

Opposite them, there was a dense mass of merchant troops, with several flags hanging everywhere, with letters written 'Su', 'Shen', 'Zheng', 'Lu', 'Ma', Shen Gongbao, Su Hu, and Lu Yue, who was wrapped in layers of black cloth, stood in the formation.

Beside Su Hu, the young man sitting on the horseback had worried eyes, his fists clenched and loosened, as if he was struggling with something.

he……

Yang Jian frowned, thought carefully, and probably guessed where this person came from.

On the side of the Zhou army, Li Jing and Huang Feihu were the main generals. Li Jing was calm and pointed forward. Lei Zhenzi spread his wind and thunder wings and rushed towards Ma Yuan, replacing Mu Zha, who was corroded by blood and could not hold on.

"General Mu Zha, let's go to the rear to cultivate, I will fight against him!"

Although Mu Zha was not reconciled, he could only retreat.

That Ma Yuan roared angrily, raised his hand to grab Mu Zha, his blood was like a horizontal tornado, and turned to Mu Zha's back.

The wind and fire wheel under Nezha's feet turned sharply, and his figure crossed a few "zigzag" characters in the low sky, and appeared behind Mu Zha very quickly.

Look at Nezha! Leaning forward of his body, he let out a light reprimand, and the tip of the fire-pointed gun gushed out streams of Samadhi real fire. His long hair fluttered in the light of the fire, and the fire-pointed spear pierced into the billowing blood.

"How dare you hurt my second brother!"

"Go away!"

Ma Yuan roared like a wild beast, the point of the fire-pointed gun was precisely nailed to his palm, those fleshy palms were extremely tyrannical, and he punched the fire-pointed gun back forcefully.

Nezha took two steps back, and Muzha took advantage of this opportunity to get out of the battle formation. Nezha immediately turned around and avoided Ma Yuan's palm strike.

Infinite strength, flesh and blood, steel and iron bones!

Cannibal practitioners?

Yang Jian frowned slightly, but he was not in a hurry to act, and continued to look at the battle below.

A trace of thunder's true power gradually gathered within a radius of ten thousand li.

With a thought in Yang Jian's mind, the angle of view suddenly zoomed out. Standing at the Nine Heavens and overlooking the place, he suddenly discovered all kinds of strange things in the place where the thunder's true power gathered.

After Lei Zhenzi entered the arena, he did not rush towards Ma Yuan, but instead rushed to a high altitude and stood still, allowing Nezha to fight Ma Yuan.

Holding the golden stick in his left hand, and aiming at the sky with his right hand, in a blink of an eye, traces of electric arcs surrounded his body, and the golden stick trembled.

In the next moment, the real power of thunder all over the sky rushed towards Lei Zhenzi like a tide, and the vitality within a radius of ten thousand miles suddenly boiled!

"Brother Ma, be careful!"

Shen Gongbao shouted loudly, Ma Yuan, who was chasing Nezha, looked up, but saw a figure wrapped in thunder high in the sky, with a pair of eyes fixed on him.

Roar!

Ma Yuan stomped his legs on the ground, his figure soared into the sky, his blood energy wrapped around Ma Yuan like a volcanic eruption, trying to overturn the sky!

"ha--"

Lei Zhenzi's cry of enduring the severe pain came from the thunder, and the golden stick that had turned into lightning in Lei Zhenzi's hand slowly lifted up, and the moment Ma Yuan was about to rush in front of him, he slammed it hard at Ma Yuan!

An incomparably huge thunderball quickly took shape, shining a dazzling silver light at the front of the golden stick, and smashed directly into the blood cloud.

Hum——

A wave rippled between the sky and the earth, the thunder roared and exploded, and the tide of blood and energy collapsed instantly. Ma Yuan's tall body was engulfed by the thunder and smashed to the ground quickly.

How could Nezha let go of such a good opportunity? Stepping on the Hot Wheels to chase Ma Yuan's landing point, he plunged into the layers of smoke that Ma Yuan smashed up.

The sky was already cloudless, Lei Zhenzi was surrounded by electric arcs, and the wings of Fenglei behind him were trembling slightly, and his body was a little thin.

The blow just now caused him to be injured by the thunder, which is a way to kill one thousand enemies and damage three hundred.

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Yang Jian felt a faint sense of relief in his heart. He always felt that he did not take care of these juniors in vain, and now they have made great progress with their respective luck.

Lei Zhenzi's move just now, if Yang Jian, who has formed eighty-one mysterious beads, encounters it, he may be seriously injured.

did not expect……

"Ah! ah—"

Nezha's miserable howl suddenly came from below, Yang Jian's consciousness quickly fell, and Lei Zhenzi's expression changed drastically.

A figure was engulfed by the flames, and escaped in embarrassment from the smoke that had not yet completely fallen. Who was it if it wasn't Nezha who rushed in just now?

But at this time, Nezha's left arm disappeared entirely, and his right hand was holding a sharp gun, Qian Kun followed behind him. Just as he flew out of the smoke and dust, he staggered and fell off the hot wheel.

"Nezha!"

Li Jing yelled out, and was about to rush out immediately.

"Don't come here! You are not his opponent!"

Nezha lay on the ground and yelled fiercely, his whole body arched due to the severe pain, and he lay on the grass and beat the ground for a while.

This severe pain was not caused by the broken lotus body, but because part of his primordial power was directly torn apart...

Yang Jian's Yuanshen phantom stood beside Nezha, staring at the smoke, frowning slightly.

Crunch, crunch...

"Pfft! What a piece of crap."

Ma Yuan's voice came, and a black shadow became more and more solid from the smoke, and finally stepped out of the smoke.

Zhang Gao's body, bloody mouth, and long blood-scrubbed hair made Ma Yuan's image extremely terrifying. At this time, a sharp white bone palm protruded from behind Ma Yuan's back. The palm was connected to an arm, which seemed to spread out from the spine.

At this time, the white bone held half of Nezha's arm in his hand, and kept sending it to Ma Yuan's mouth.

Although this thing is a little toothless, Ma Yuan also knows that it is a great tonic, so naturally he can't waste it...

Nezha's eyes were bloodshot, and he slowly sat up on his knees, his childish face was already full of anger.

His body shook, showing supernatural powers with three heads and six arms, but at this time his left arm was already mutilated, with only five arms.

Nezha's right hand was down, and he grabbed his lower right arm, and when no one expected it, he slammed down.

There was another cracking sound that made the scalp tingling, and Nezha's painful teeth were almost crushed, but he filled the wound on his left arm with the arm he had broken with his own hands.

As the brilliance circulated, Nezha dissipated his three-headed and six-armed supernatural powers, and his left arm was restored to its original state.

He trembled slightly because of the pain, but he stood up with the pointed gun, the two buns on his head were broken, and the long hair floated behind his head. Huntian Ling was on the left and right like a snake, and his trembling left hand slowly closed, grasping the circle of heaven and earth.

"Come again!"

Nezha yelled, his figure rushed forward, and the Qiankun Circle slammed hard at Ma Yuan, bringing out a whining sound.

Ma Yuan threw away his uneaten arm, roared at Nezha, strode forward, and confronted Nezha head-on!

The circle of heaven and earth came whistling and hit Ma Yuan's forehead directly. Ma Yuan roared in pain, but he just turned his head, and the momentum was offset by two or three points.

"disease!"

While Nezha was running, he scolded softly, and a fire dragon sprang out from the tip of the spear, and swallowed Ma Yuan directly.

The man followed the gun, and Nezha followed the dragon, and suddenly jumped up, and the fire-pointed gun threw a beautiful arc, aiming at the front and smashing down fiercely.

In the next moment, Ma Yuan rushed out of the flames and was hit on the head by the fire-pointed gun, and the smashed figure took two steps back.

"Asshole!"

Ma Yuan roared angrily, and the white bone claws behind his back suddenly moved forward rapidly, as if his arms could be stretched at will.

Nezha suddenly lowered his head, and the Hot Wheels flew out behind him, bumping the White Bone Claw to a stop abruptly.

Throwing the Qiankun circle again, Nezha spun around at his feet, and his figure started to circle around Ma Yuan extremely fast, the speed was not much different from a straight charge on the ground.

Yang Jian took a closer look, and there was a slight smile on Nezha's gloomy face since he broke his arm. This guy actually used the movement technique he taught him back then, no wonder he looked so familiar.

call out--

Nezha's speed soared to the extreme that he could achieve, and the circle around Ma Yuan also changed from a diameter of ten feet to a diameter of one hundred feet, as fast as a red shadow.

The circle of heaven and earth was constantly 'bouncing' between Nezha and Ma Yuan, and then there was another flash of golden light, and Nezha sacrificed a gold brick; then the black and white qi became entangled, and the yin and yang swords also flew out of their sheaths.

Huntianling even took advantage of Ma Yuan's unpreparedness to wrap around Ma Yuan's body, but the blood around Ma Yuan's body was surging, making it impossible for Huntianling to wrap around him.

All of a sudden, the treasures flew and the precious light splashed, and Ma Yuan was stunned by Nezha's continuous offensive, swaying back and forth, a little dizzy.

It's a pity that none of Nezha's treasures can cause fatal injuries to Ma Yuan, and Nezha's mana is rapidly depleting...

Yang Jian saw this, and Li Jing also saw this. This Nezha's own father had almost cut off his beard, and he was constantly thinking about countermeasures.

The battle between Zheng Lun and Jin Zha has long been watched by no one, and countless soldiers on both sides have locked their eyes on Nezha and Ma Yuan, wanting to see which of them will fall first.

High in the sky, thunderbolts were condensing again. Lei Zhenzi had recovered his mana, and began to gather his anger and make big moves again...

"It's too shameless to bully the few with more." Shen Gongbao's voice floated leisurely, "Second Highness, please take action. It will be a good fortune for eight hundred years. This is the best chance for Your Highness to reunite with His Majesty."

On the horse's back, His Highness closed his eyes and sighed, turned over and got off the horse, holding the yin and yang mirror in his left hand, carrying the water and fire front on his back, and stepped on the seven-star step, one step is a hundred feet.

On the hillside ten miles behind, Yang Jian, who had kept his eyes closed, trembled, his mind returned, and a mysterious dao rhyme returned to his mysterious body.

"Yin Hong."