The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Is the fight finally going to start?"

Inside the Fierce Beast Immortal Ship, on the Wangling Immortal Mountain, in the pavilions and pavilions.

Ao Xinke stared at her husband who was close at hand, she had mixed feelings today, she snuggled into his arms in front of several people, and didn't speak for a long time.

Open your mouth, that's it.

"Well, after waiting for so long, they finally came out."

"Husband..."

Ao Xinke murmured softly, like a thousand words, but it could only be turned into this call.

Yang Jian felt a little guilty in his heart. Although he was traveling around due to various things and would always stay with his wives every once in a while, he always felt that he owed them something.

And these can only be made up for after the war.

The two hugged each other quietly, and Kong Xuan twitched his mouth slightly, secretly gestured to Zixia and the others, and quietly left the fairy pavilion.

After standing for a while, Ao Xinke finally left Yang Jian's arms, pulled Yang Jian to sit down beside her, wanted to tell Yang Jian about the various arrangements of the Black Spirit Kingdom, and also wanted to tell Yang Jian to be careful when fighting with powerful enemies, but when the words came to her lips, there was only a faint wry smile left.

"Husband, will we win?"

"I will," Yang Jian replied very firmly, but his face darkened after he finished the answer.

He shouldn't have the confidence right now. He hasn't cultivated to be the strongest yet, and the next battle is really hard to decide.

He couldn't help but think of Panshen's miserable appearance lying in the dark cave waiting to die. If he fought against the strongest in the future, would he be like this?

"Xinke, I have wronged you all these years," Yang Jian brought his wife's slender hand to his face and rubbed it lightly. Ao Xinke pursed her lips in response, just like the first time they met in the East China Sea courtyard.

Ao Xinke asked: "Husband, how long will this battle last?"

"I don't know, but I always feel that it should be a long time," Yang Jian sighed softly, "Actually, the saints may have missed a question."

"What?"

"The most powerful person who descended now is actually quite conceited of his own wisdom, and judging from the process of his destruction of Taisu, he should continue to prolong the war."

Ao Xinke frowned slightly, "Why?"

"He wants Hong Huang to shed the last drop of blood, just like Tai Su," Yang Jian sighed softly, "These are just my guesses, but I have met this strongest man in a dream, and I always feel that he should be such an existence. Obviously he can directly attack Hong Huang, but he will slowly torture countless monks, defeat the monks' Dao heart, let Hong Huang sink step by step, and be pushed into the abyss little by little by him. This kind of opponent is actually the most terrifying. The most powerful person in a great world is even more terrifying."

For example, Xian Kong.

Yang Jian didn't know how he knew this name, maybe it was a memory brought by Dubi. This powerful man who had been in the tomb of Baishan Taiji was once one of Dubi's opponents.

"Husband," Ao Xinke hesitated to speak, but still asked softly, "We have no way out, right?"

"There is no way to retreat, and there is no way to retreat." Yang Jian held her hand tighter. "I don't want to live or die for Honghuang, and I don't want to talk about chivalry. It's just that the other party wants to destroy the tangible world and destroy our shelter. If we retreat like this, for a while, how can we see our future children?"

"Child?" Ao Xinke blinked, "Is it true?"

"When the war is over, let's try to have a few children," Yang Jian said with a smile, "I know you always want one or two children to accompany you, but now the catastrophe is too severe, we gave birth to them, but we can't protect them. When the war is over, we can protect them, so we can naturally have children."

"En!" Princess Wanzhi blushed immediately, and leaned forward on Yang Jian's chest, listening to the powerful sound of Yang Jian's heart.

They stayed quietly in the pavilion for half a day.

Yang Jian has to rush to Heaven to prepare for the battle, and Ao Xinke has to coordinate the army and take care of the operation and mobilization of the entire system of the Black Spirit Nation. Each of them must continue to be busy.

This hurried half-day, before the great war, seemed so extravagant and so precious.

"Husband, if you really lose against the strongest, please cherish yourself."

"Don't worry, ma'am, I will definitely not show my bravery," Yang Jian nodded with a smile in agreement, and just about to turn around, he kissed Ao Xinke's forehead again before leaving cruelly.

After traveling thousands of miles, Guan Shan asked Hu Yue.

This time, the dry sea and rocks will rot, and the Three Realms will never be safe.

Ao Xinke stayed in the fairy mountain for a long time, and Yang Jian obviously left the fairy ship and entered the border of the prehistoric, but he was still reluctant to look away.

"Don't worry," Kong Xuan and Chu Qi walked by, Kong Xuan took a sip from the wine glass, "In this catastrophe, some people will die, but it's not Yang Jian's turn, don't worry."

"Well," Ao Xinke replied in a low voice, and stood there with a sigh, "Do things first... Is there something wrong with Hei Lingguo? I must tell Lan'er a few more times to spread the scouts everywhere, and the other side is likely to attack from both sides."

"I'll make arrangements now," Chu Qi replied, bowing his head and hurriedly leaving.

Kong Xuan gently rubbed the rim of the wine glass with his fingers, his eyes were a little fascinated, "Xinke, I will take my mother to the Feng family to have a look, and I will return in half a day."

"Can you bring more people to follow?"

"No, just go back and have a look," Kong Xuan crushed the wine glass into a powder that exudes a little bit of crystal light, and then floated away.

The Shifeng Spirit Bird, who was practicing in the mountains, turned into a ball of fire and chased after it, landed on Kong Xuan's shoulder, and soon disappeared into the boundary of the sky.

Ao Xinke did not continue to be in a daze this time, and turned around to summon the generals from all sides, Chaos Spirit Race, Primordial Cultivator, only those who are controlled by evil methods can be trusted, this is actually the real deterrence brought by the strongest.

The Xeon was earlier than the prehistoric era too much and for too long, and there may be many pawns of the Xeon hidden in the prehistoric.

There is no way, when the sky and the earth are still dark, the most powerful might have already started planting and arranging...

Of course, it is also possible that the Xeon simply disdains to do so.

Tai Su is destroyed, Pan Shen dies, Bajiu Xuan Gong is destroyed, Qian Hong Taoist takes charge of the way of heaven, leads San Qing to go astray, and almost exhausts the true fighting power between heaven and earth—the blood of the witch clan...

Step by step to today, this world finally ushered in the final offensive of the strongest.

The most powerful side is also afraid of Honghuang, but the most powerful is always on the winning side, and the passive one is always Honghuang...

It is difficult to win, but it is not impossible.

It is easy to want to lose, just give up resistance and be directly harvested by the army of the most powerful.

But, who wants to kill at the neck? Who wants to be killed by a powerful enemy from outside like this?

Even if it was just for himself, the Primordial Cultivator had to stand up at this time, huddle together, and fight to the death with the strongest and his army.

What is resurrection from the dead, what is the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, what is true and false, whether it exists or not!

At the moment of life and death, everything is false!

If you don't fight, you will die. If you fight, you may die, but you also have a chance to survive in the end... This is the simplest truth that has been reached by the monks of the prehistoric world.

Perhaps among the monks of the Great Desolation, in the ensuing battle, some will be timid, some will retreat, and some will surrender to the enemy.

But at the very least, under the influence of many saints, batches of dare-to-die warriors have gathered in the North Sea at this time.

What is a daredevil?

Knowing that Beihai will be the first battle of the Great Tribulation, it is extremely dangerous and extremely dangerous, but these monks devoted themselves to this place without hesitation.

Even Beihai Tiandi couldn't arrange for these monks, so they gathered in Beiju Luzhou, which was no longer miasma-free.

The world of monks is always criticized as being 'inhuman'.

The monks are always ridiculed as thieves of heaven and earth, stealing the essence of heaven and earth to sublimate themselves, selfish and selfish, fighting for magic weapons and skills.

But now, most of these monks have chosen to come to the place of the great battle.

There are sects forming a battle formation, while casual cultivators form a group of friends, distributing pills, and taking out the extra fairy treasures to ask if anyone needs them.

This is a rather strange disposition.

Perhaps, this is the indelible "humanity" besides the "Taoism" that the monks have been struggling with.

Relatively speaking, mediocre mortals don't know what's going on at this time. They have most of the luck in the world, and they can only contribute this luck when the emperor of the world is dreamed by the gods and hurriedly prepares for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky.

Mortals are just waiting for the result of the fight between monks and demons.

If monks win, mortals will survive; if monks lose, mortals will not be spared.

Perhaps for mortals who don't know what is Tao, what is law, what is heaven and earth, ignorance is the best choice.

Meishan, the six friends of Meishan returned from the Heavenly Court, and together with several great witches, they took the Meishan immortal soldiers and 1,200 children of the witch clan to go to the Northland.

According to Yang Jian's previous arrangement, the mortals and minor monks in Meishan were all guarded by the formation, and Bai Ze was in charge here. But at this time, the old Bai Ze insisted on going to Beizhou with the six friends of Meishan.

"My old bones can no longer keep up with Yang Jian's pace, but I can still do something for Honghuang. Moreover, in this battle, I may see old friends again. I sent them off once, and now I don't want their remnants to be driven by others. I have to send them all the way."

In this regard, the six friends of Meishan did not dare to stop them, so they had to leave thousands of weaker immortal soldiers to garrison Meishan.

Before leaving, Bai Ze went to Netherworld and sat around the six-path reincarnation disk for a while; but Bai Ze didn't know that the remnant soul in the six-path reincarnation disk had already been fully restored, and he devoted himself to the six-path reincarnation disk and started a long journey of practice.

That sword cultivator who always liked to pose with a sword on his back and was chased by his master, when his fame came back, he was already his dao name and name...

"Six ya."

Bai Ze looked down at a stone in his hand, with a little nostalgia in his eyes, but he never had the courage to take another step forward.

Finally, he put the polished stone on the ground and retreated quietly.

Although the figure in the nether world saw it, he didn't express anything. He continued to watch the world and the three realms...

Between heaven and earth, a great fortune is slowly forming.

The Dao of Heaven, which has sheltered the prehistoric for countless years, has begun to mobilize the energy of heaven and earth everywhere in the prehistoric.

Houtu muttered to himself:

"The prehistoric world is definitely not that vulnerable."