The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The accident happened so suddenly that no one recovered from it. Lu Yue's third disciple, Li Qihui, suddenly 'exploded', turning into a billowing poisonous mist, engulfing the five people around him.

Who would have thought that Lu Yue would be so ruthless, with such a strange ability to use poison, turning his disciple into a poison, or a poison that was designed to hurt the soul.

After Lu Yue appeared, he didn't even look at the Chanjiao disciples who fell around him. This was his conceit for his own means. In his eyes, these Chanjiao disciples, middle Shenzhou loose cultivators, were like dead people.

Leading Zhu Tianlin forward, Lu Yue's ugly face was full of pleasure, looking at the chaotic Zhou Ying, he couldn't help raising his head and laughing, his eyes were full of pleasure.

"Master..."

"Take out the plague you prepared." Lu Yue held an extra piece of wooden stick in his hand, leaning on it like a crutch, raised the wooden stick and pointed it at Zhou Ying, "Yang Jian is not here, today is their chance of destruction!"

Zhu Tianlin's eyes flashed a little bit of unbearable, but he still took out a jade bottle from the magic treasure stored on his belt, raised his hand and threw it at Zhou Ying.

In the Zhou camp, Li Jing and Lei Zhenzi had rushed out of the main tent, but they were too late to stop the jade bottle...

The wooden stick in Lu Yue's hand was rolled lightly, and the southeast wind swept across!

Whoosh!

At Zhou Ying's main tent, five-colored lights flickered, and the five-light divine stone came through the air and hit the jade bottle right in the middle.

The jade bottle was shattered, and the poisonous mist contained in it hadn't been pushed away by Zhu Tianlin's magic. Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the Yuanmen, only ten feet away from them, holding a gourd in his hand. A small vortex appeared at the mouth of the gourd, and the poisonous mist was sucked in directly.

Jin Zha!

Lu Yue narrowed his eyes, murderous intent emerged, and two sword lights appeared from the wooden staff.

Jin Zha appeared suddenly, and retreated quickly; he was in ambush at the gate of the barracks, but now that the situation has taken a turn for the worse, he can only rely on his own judgment and show up to take the poison.

The sword light struck, and the treasure protected it by itself, and two golden lotuses floated out in front of Jin Zha, barely resisting the sword light.

The golden lotus withered and fell, and the Dunlong Zhuang was embraced by Jin Zha, and retreated into the barracks.

"Take them all out!" Lu Yue scolded coldly.

Zhu Tianlin lowered his head and took out more than a dozen inch-long jade bottles; at this time, Li Jing and Lei Zhenzi had already made their moves.

Li Jing released the Linglong Pagoda, and Lei Zhenzi spread his wings;

In the next moment, the Golden Exquisite Pagoda turned into a giant tower with a height of one hundred feet, and smashed towards Lu Yue's master and apprentice in the air; Lei Zhenzi waved his long stick, and thunderbolts chased and smashed towards Zhu Tianlin.

"Without Yang Jian, what are you guys?"

Lu Yue's voice was very ear-piercing, and he threw the stick in his hand to the sky, it seemed like it was just a dead tree, but it held the Linglong Tower effortlessly.

There was also a faint layer of mist around Zhu Tianlin's body. The thunderbolt pierced into it, but it seemed as if it had pierced into a chaotic place where the universe did not exist, and disappeared without a trace without any waves.

Just these two hands showed Lu Yue's extraordinary cultivation.

Zhu Tianlin threw the jade bottle in his hand again, and more than a dozen jade bottles were thrown all over the Zhou camp; when the jade bottle flew out, Lu Yue waved his sleeves, and thousands of sword lights appeared in the sky and shot at the Zhou camp.

"Stop the poison!"

Li Jing shouted loudly, more than a dozen figures rushed out of Zhou Jun's barracks, but they were all immortals, most of them were disciples of the third generation, secretly guarding Zhou Jun here.

They desperately tried to stop these jade bottles carrying the poison of the plague, and even resisted Lu Yue's sword light...

The mortal soldiers and soldiers who witnessed this scene had no idea what happened, and most of their eyes were blank.

Even if they knew what was going on around them, they couldn't do anything right now; in tonight's fight, they were just used as bargaining chips for Lu Yue to threaten and teach the immortals.

The sword light shines, and the Jinxian bleeds.

Lei Zhenzi's whole body of mana urged a lightning net, but it couldn't cover a third of the barracks, but it barely blocked a little sword light.

Li Jing tried his best to move the Linglong Pagoda, but the Linglong Pagoda couldn't fall even an inch. Compared with Lu Yue, his cultivation level was still far behind.

Lu Yue raised his head and laughed loudly. Amidst the laughter, another wave of sword light shot at Zhou Ying, overwhelming Lei Zhenzi, Li Jing and the others with no strength to fight back...

Most of the dozen or so jade vases survived, floating around the Zhou camp.

"What are you waiting for?" Lu Yue snorted, "Don't ask for the kindness of a woman, if you don't kill these people, thousands of our fellow disciples will die because of them."

"Yes," Zhu Tianlin replied in a low voice, feeling ruthless in his heart, he opened his left hand and clenched it tightly again.

Those jade bottles were blown to pieces at the same time!

The east wind danced wildly, and Lu Yue's laughter became even harsher!

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A phoenix cry suddenly came from the southwest, Lu Yue's laughter stopped abruptly, and he turned around suddenly.

But the moment he turned around, he could only catch the flames that hadn't dissipated in the sky, and the tail of the fire exuding bright trails.

Phoenix?

Zhu Tianlin was also stunned for a moment, before he had time to cast the spell to activate the plague poison, he saw a ray of flames passing over Zhou Ying, and the fire phoenix swept up more than a dozen balls of plague poison in just a few seconds, and fixed them in the night sky!

More than a dozen fireballs illuminated the Zhou camp like daytime, while the fire phoenix spread its wings and soared into the sky, turning into a human figure in mid-air, and came straight towards Lu Yue.

"Take your life!"

Yang Jian!

Yang Jian was still angry and wanted to kill someone.

Lu Yue was not surprised at all, and sneered, "You are indeed here!"

"Die!"

The three-pointed, two-edged gun pointed out dozens of black handles, and smashed at Lu Yue overwhelmingly.

Lu Yue just laughed, raised his hand to grab Zhu Tianlin, and retreated violently.

How could Yang Jian let Lu Yue go? The life and death of Nezha and Muzha were uncertain at this time, and more than a dozen Chanjiao immortals were seriously injured. If Lu Yue was allowed to leave safely, the loss tonight would be too great.

"The generals rescue the wounded! Patrol everywhere!"

Chasing quickly, tens of miles passed in the blink of an eye, Lu Yue and Zhu Tianlin were still walking a bit slower, and were stopped by Yang Jian.

Lu Yue threw Zhu Tianlin straight away, holding a wooden stick, and stopped Yang Jian head-on.

With a sway, Lu Yue also showed three heads and six arms, each arm was wrapped in black cloth, and he was holding several magic weapons in his hand, namely the plague scorpion, the plague umbrella, the plague dispersing whip, the punishment plague seal, and the plague cessation sword.

These are all things that accompany his practice, and half of his poison skills are on these few magic weapons. At this time, when he uses it with all his strength, there is no grass and no life in the place where the figure passes.

Yang Jian's figure kept moving, no matter whether he was three-headed and six-armed or a thousand-armed, he just smashed with a dragon spear.

when!

There was a sound of smashing, and the air wave raged, Lu Yue staggered back, his eyes were full of surprise.

Although he saw Yang Jian killing all directions, he always felt that he was not Yang Jian's opponent by doing all he could. That's why he didn't listen to Shen Gongbao's advice and attacked Zhou Ying alone tonight.

Yang Jian was not surprised by Lu Yue's strength, if Lu Yue didn't have these abilities, Master Huang Long didn't have to stay and tell him to be careful.

However, with such magical power, not even weaker than that of Zhao Gongming when he was protected by the Wuding Sea God Bead, this Lu Yue was actually scheming and planning every step of the way...

The murderous intent in Yang Jian's heart became more and more intense. The two figures chased and fled at the border of Shang and Zhou Dynasties.

The stars are eclipsed, and the bright moon hides in the clouds.

After fighting for a hundred rounds, Lu Yue gradually lost, but Yang Jian became more and more brave. He transformed into a dragon with his spear, and Lu Yue retreated steadily.

Yang Jian's long hair fluttered, he didn't care, he only wanted Lu Yue's life.

He shot the Flying Zhiwen Sword, the tip of the spear shone with a cold light, barely brushing against Lu Yue's neck.

Lu Yue tried his best to dodge, but Yang Jian swept his spear, and lifted the black cloth wrapped around Lu Yue's face, revealing a terrifying face that was beyond recognition.

"How dare you bully me!"

Lu Yue cursed and rushed forward.

Yang Jian's eyes were full of calm, and the dragon gun was shining with stars, and the stars broke through the clouds and merged into Yang Jian's surroundings.

Eighty-one mysterious beads are shining, and seventy-two changes are waiting for work.

Cut off the star river with one shot, don't ask where is the hero.

The plague umbrella is broken!

Scatter the plague!

A shot pierced Lu Yue's chest, and the spear was released. Yang Jian dodged out of Lu Yue's somewhat out-of-control figure, and walked around behind Lu Yue, just holding the three-pointed double-edged spear in his hand.

The two turned their backs, a ray of moonlight slowly fell, Lu Yue looked down at his chest in astonishment, black blood was flowing in the blood hole.

A stench filled the air, and Yang Jian turned around, worried that Lu Yue would not die, so he wanted to make a few more shots.

"If you kill me, your juniors will be buried with me!"

Lu Yue let out a low growl, and Yang Jian couldn't help but stop.

"My strange poison was fostered by my disciple Li Qizhi's primordial spirit. If he gets infected with this poison, it will be saved by a panacea! Do you want them to die? Ah!"

Lu Yue stood there leaning on his long sword, and Yang Jian frowned.

"Hahaha!" Lu Yue raised his head and laughed. Yang Jian suddenly realized that he had been fooled. He jumped forward and stabbed with the spear. Lu Yue's body exploded, but only one palm was pierced by the tip of the spear.

Lu Yue disappeared without a trace!

He was seriously injured, so he shouldn't be able to go far. This seems to be Lu Yue's housekeeping skill - hiding and hiding.

Yang Jian's eyes were full of divine light, and he scanned the surroundings, but he still couldn't see Lu Yue.

Could it be that this guy also has magical powers similar to Seventy-two Changes?

Well, I'm still not cruel enough, and I gave Lu Yue a chance to speak, if he killed him directly, how could he fall short like this.

This Lu Yue was quite in order to win, and he didn't panic when he was about to die. He just took advantage of Yang Jian's weakness and lifted out the poison that Nezha, Huang Tianhua and others were poisoned by.

What kind of poison can't be solved by the sage?

Yang Jian just needs to ask the sage master, why bother to listen to this guy's nonsense...

Forget it, Lu Yue has been seriously injured tonight, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come out for a few hundred years to heal his injuries.

Yang Jian put away his spear, flew quickly, and rushed back to Zhou Ying.

Before he flew to Zhouying, he saw a white crane flying from the west with sharp eyes, and he was relieved immediately.

Boy Baihe, it should be sent by the sage ancestor to deliver the elixir to detoxify...

Yang Jian turned his head and looked towards the southeast. There were traces of his battle with Lu Yue for thousands of miles, and countless lives were killed and injured.

Next time, I must let this dog give the head!

Yang Jian clenched his fists, with cold eyes, turned and entered the camp.

...

"Master, how are you, Master, Master!"

"I can't die..."

Beside a mountain stream, Lu Yue, who found Zhu Tianlin, was lying on the ground with his bloody hole in his chest wrapped in a black cloth, in a state of embarrassment.

Zhu Tianlin cried a few times, and hurriedly treated Lu Yue's injury.

"This Yang Jian is so brave," Lu Yue laughed at himself, "As a teacher, he will practice hard for more than ten yuan, but this son's thousand-year practice is not worth it. It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Just as Zhu Tianlin wanted to comfort his master, he suddenly heard a question from the forest beside him.

"In this way, you are Lu Yue who is in trouble with the senior brother? What the master said is right, as long as you keep an eye on your disciple, you will show up."

In the words, a burly young man with loose long hair stepped forward, with a dignified appearance and a majestic face, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand.

Lu Yue immediately sat up and shouted coldly: "Who is here!"

"Student of Yuxu Palace, under Daoxing Tianzun's sect, so is Wei Hu. Use Dao's long head as my first meritorious deed."