The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Today, there is Erlang Xianshengzhenjun who is brave and good at fighting, has an invincible posture in the world, and has the courage to be invincible in all battles. Now that the prehistoric world is suffering catastrophe, Erlang Xianshengzhenjun is ordered by the sky to protect the world..."

"God Haotian has a decree. He appointed Yang Jian as the Grand Marshal of Conquering Demons and Evil. He has the power to lead the battles in the heavens and govern all military affairs. The immortals and gods of all parties are subject to this restraint, and all immortal soldiers should respect his order..."

Taibai Jinxing read eloquently for a long time, but in fact, only a few words are the most important.

He is in charge of the war in heaven and governs all military affairs.

The closest thing to it is Li Jing's power to mobilize soldiers and horses, but obviously Yang Jian's entrusted military power is still higher than Li Jing, the generalissimo of the heaven, and Li Jing has to be restrained by Yang Jian.

Such a reward is actually reasonable.

Yang Jian was originally a general of the prehistoric world, and was trusted by several saints; today, in preparation for the battle, he directly broke into the realm of saints and became an out-and-out saint.

Before he was sanctified, Yang Jian was able to slay the great saint. Now that he is sanctified, Yang Jian's strength is naturally expected by all the gods...

If it can draw with the most powerful, it will definitely be the luck of the wild and the luck of the Three Realms.

Naturally, everyone knew that things couldn't be so simple, and Yang Jian chose to become a saint at this time, somewhat in a hurry.

"The end will obey the order."

Yang Jian cupped his hands to Taibai Jinxing, who lowered his head and held up the will, and Yang Jian took the will with both hands.

All the gods and gods looked up at Yang Jian, while the Jade Emperor on the high platform stood there with his eyes closed, but the queen mother smiled a little, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Taibai Jinxing smiled and said, "Zhenjun, what should I say?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, his eyes swept across the prehistoric gods below the high platform, and through the shadows of these gods, he saw the densely packed prehistoric army in the North Sea.

Yang Jian pondered for a few moments, and said, "I don't need to say more about boosting morale. The wild world is the last end of the tangible world, and it is also the last glimmer of the Taisu world."

"If the prehistoric world fails, all spirits will die, and there will be no place for the true spirit to enter. Although Xeon is strong, the fire of life will never be extinguished! I hope you will encourage each other!"

"If the prehistoric world is in danger in the future, I will charge forward, and will there be anyone behind?"

As soon as Yang Jian's words fell, Li Jing immediately clasped his fists and shouted: "Li Jing, the last general, is willing to follow behind the Generalissimo and die in battle!"

"The final general is willing to charge into battle with the Generalissimo!"

"The last general dare not disobey!"

One answer after another, one cry after another, how did it evolve into countless monks speaking thousands of words, and the whole area around the altar seemed to be boiling, but it did not give people a sense of confusion.

Yang Jian raised his arms violently, and his shouts turned into shouts of mountains and tsunamis.

"All armies obey orders! Go to Beihai and guard the Heavenly Court!"

"Follow the Commander-in-Chief!"

Yang Jian just gave an order, and the specific reason was naturally arranged by generals like Li Jing.

The armies from all walks of life marched out of the heavenly court, and the gods from all walks of life in the heavenly court also returned to their respective positions. Tiandao still needs some righteous gods to be on duty, otherwise Tiandao will not be able to exert its full strength.

The arrangement was quite complicated, and Yang Jian just raised his arms to cheer them up. The real arrangement had already been done by the Jade Emperor.

It was mainly a group of masters who went to Beihai.

Some masters from Netherworld and Buddhism were in charge of defending the Netherworld, and the two left in a hurry.

The Dragon Palace raised sailors to besiege Beihai, and they wanted to directly participate in the battle; all the dragon kings of the four seas were waiting below, waiting for Yang Jian to come with a group of gods and generals, and after greeting Yang Jian, he followed Yang Jian and his party to Beitianmen.

Go down to heaven and go straight into the North Sea.

The sky thunder roared, the drums kept beating, and the battle flags of the Heavenly Court fluttered in all directions. Yang Jian's handsome flag was particularly conspicuous, attracting the prehistoric army from Beizhou who had been waiting for a long time to watch.

"Marshal Li is in charge of dispatching troops and horses, so he must not put himself in a dangerous situation," Yang Jian said, "Nezha, together with a few juniors, you will protect General Li at the rear of the army."

"Yes!" Nezha clasped his fists in agreement, but he didn't want to be a pioneer, but he matured a lot.

The generals of the Heavenly Court were divided into two groups, half of which followed Li Jing to retreat to the rear, built a military platform, set up hundreds of drums, and erected flags one by one.

Half of them followed Yang Jian forward, and arrived at the place where the heavenly court was heavily armed.

Yang Jian said: "Anyone whose cultivation level does not enter the Quasi-Saint Realm, return to the formation and fight with the army!"

"promise!"

A group of heavenly generals agreed with a bang, and there were only a few people left behind Yang Jian.

Seeing this, Yang Jian couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, but soon restrained his smile, and continued to move forward expressionlessly.

Travel thirty miles.

Yang Jian stood at the forefront of the army, sitting alone on a chair, quietly sitting on the cloud.

And tens of miles behind Yang Jian, a man named Honghuang Daxiu and Tianting enshrined spontaneously moved forward, either standing quietly, or closing his eyes to rest his mind.

These major repairs are all above the quasi-sages. Most of the heavenly generals and young generals like Nezha can't stand here, but these people can.

Standing at the forefront of the army, you have to bear the strongest offensive of the opponent and face the greatest pressure.

However, the eyes of these powerful and supernatural beings who are much older than Yang Jian at a fraction of their age are peaceful.

The purpose of practice is to detach yourself, but if the world you live in is gone, what can you do after detachment? Facing the cold and useless remains of heaven and earth?

No one can avoid today's battle; no one can escape the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

All he can do is to survive the catastrophe by all means, defeat the army of evil spirits, and protect the prehistoric three realms.

Even if the body dies, it will only be regarded as the ashes of that calamity, sighing that the blessings are not enough, and saying that the way is not good, that's all.

In three days, there is not much left.

Yang Jian sat there with his eyes closed and rested, a loud eagle cry suddenly came from the sky, but he heard a few angry reprimands, it seemed that someone with great supernatural powers shot to suppress and chase some monster.

"Don't let this thing break into the formation!"

"This may be an evil spirit raised by the strongest man, just kill it!"

"Be careful! This strange eagle is so powerful! Fellow Daoists in front, please stop this thing!"

Several streaks of light came towards them with shouts, and in the front stream, a small eagle with a body like jade spread its wings and flew fast, as if deliberately teasing the pursuers.

Yang Jian sat there peacefully, just waiting quietly, a group of powerful people tried to stop the little eagle, but the little eagle ignored the attack of magical powers, broke through more than ten light curtains in a row, and flew around Yang Jian, circling happily.

Yang Jian raised his left hand, and the little eagle landed on his arm, embarrassing the Daxiu who had been busy for a long time.

"Don't be nervous, everyone, it's just a spirit beast I raised."

Yang Jian's voice came, and all the major repairs could only answer with their hands, and they went back to their respective positions and stayed quietly.

In fact, Yang Jian used to take the little eagle for a walk, but the little eagle has changed its appearance now, and it doesn't have a very obvious aura. It's not surprising that these major repairs can't recognize it.

"How did you make yourself look like this?" Yang Jian couldn't bear to look directly at the little eagle with jade feathers at this time, and the latter raised his head proudly, as if he was quite proud of his appearance at this time.

Feeling it carefully, Xiaoying has improved a lot compared to before leaving, and it seems that his teeth are stronger.

The little eagle opened its mouth and coughed a few times, as if something was stuck in its throat. Yang Jian tapped its neck lightly with his fingers, and then the little eagle lowered its head suddenly, and dozens of light spots spewed out from its mouth.

These light spots were initially the size of a needle tip, but in a blink of an eye they turned into skull-sized spirit nuclei.

And the little eagle hopped wildly on Yang Jian's shoulder, saying that it had brought another brood of tyrannical chaotic beasts, it took him an unknown amount of time, and some of them were quite difficult to deal with.

At first Yang Jian just smiled and listened to it telling stories there, but gradually, his expression became a little dignified.

Another chaotic beast gathered together?

Where Xiaoying found the mirage dragon earlier, those chaotic beasts gathered within a million miles were actually attracted by the mirage dragon's illusion, and they all went to die one by one.

And the 'beast's lair' that Kitty Eagle found this time seems to be more 'powerful' than back then.

Dozens of skull-sized spiritual cores...

Yang Jian casually took one over, carefully felt the violent and disordered Dao rhyme on it, and immediately concluded that the owner of this spiritual core should be a powerful beast, and his strength was definitely not inferior to the most difficult beasts Yang Jian had encountered before.

As for such ferocious beasts, Xiaoying directly wiped out dozens of them in one pot, and there were hundreds of less powerful beasts, and Xiaoying didn't even bother to take their spirit cores...

No wonder Kitty Hawk's strength has improved so much.

The focus of Yang Jian's concern is why and how such a large number of beasts gather together.

Could it be...

"It seems that this Xeon didn't put all his eggs in this basket."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and rubbed the eagle's feathers with his fingers, feeling a little worried.

Only then did Yang Jian know what it means to be incapacitated.

He didn't panic. After all, he had seen around Hei Ling Nation before, and the Hei Ling Nation had made strict arrangements, and would not give the enemy a chance to sneak attack.

"Little Eagle, I'll leave it to you."

Yang Jian pointed at the little eagle's crooked head, and after a while, the little eagle let out a loud cry and spread its wings to the sky.

This time, there was no Da Neng who jumped out to stop him.

Yang Jian asked Xiaoying to lurk in the Hei Ling Kingdom, and if the Hei Ling Kingdom encountered a crisis, he would take action. With Xiao Ying's ability and magic at this time, at least he could drag Yang Jian here to escape from the battle and return.

Now that there is a saint with supernatural powers, the distance between Hei Lingguo and Honghuang can no longer delay Yang Jian's time. This is the main reason why Yang Jian broke through the saint's realm in advance.

He didn't want to have any regrets, not at all.

After the little eagle flew away, the world fell into silence again; there were many figures under the black clouds in Nether Stream, and it seemed that countless evil spirits were about to rush out, tear open the defense line of the prehistoric, and devour all living beings.

The cold wind gusts above the North Sea, and many great powers feel the chill in the cold wind.

But under the coldness, there was an inexplicable impatience and faint uneasiness.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a muffled sound from the Nether Stream, like the beating of a drum, or the heartbeat of some kind of primordial monster when it was revived.

coming?

Yang Jian also looked intently, and all the divine senses in the sky and the earth gathered in the sky above the Nether Stream.

The boundless miasma trembled slightly and turned into colorful clouds, but it was full of miasma poison. But this kind of method was not done by the powerhouse, but a few saints who secretly controlled the way of heaven and prepared a blow for the army of the powerhouse.

But an almost endless amount of black air began to pour out from the Nether Stream, and these black air, which had originally been on par with the miasma, now seemed to be blending into the miasma, constantly 'combining' with the miasma.

The army has not moved, but the two sides have already started a contest in secret.

The miasma and the black air were 'stuck' for a while, and found that the black air was indeed 'plundering' the miasma, and even a small part of the miasma had been controlled by the opponent.

The saints acted decisively, and the boundless miasma was like waves in the sky, engulfing the black air, and rushing towards the void outside the sky...

When the miasma gas and the black gas made by the most powerful man came out of the wilderness at the same time, rushed through the void, rushed into the chaotic sea, and was quickly swallowed by the chaotic breath, many monks secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this kind of miasma was not captured by the opponent, otherwise Hong Huang would have suffered heavy losses before the battle.

And this matter just proved that the means of the most powerful person are endless, even if the saint uses the power of heaven, he may not be able to be his opponent, and he was almost plotted by the opponent.

but……

The sky over the Beihai Sea is rarely clear, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the sun shines on the endless snowfield, as if foretelling something.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly piercing wild laughter came from the Nether Stream, and after the wild laughter, there was a chaotic shout.

"I'm back!"

"Honghuang! Honghuang! Kill these lackeys of the Heavenly Court, and destroy these high-ranking saints!"

"The way of heaven is unfair, we will destroy this way of heaven! If the way of heaven and earth is not fair, we will destroy this way of heaven!"

The shouts seemed to come from ancient times and ancient times, roaring bursts, like the sound of magic, which made the monk's Taoist heart restless.

At the rear of the army, Li Jing held the command flag and shouted loudly: "Beat the drum!"

Hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals raised their big cones and beat the drum vigorously. The sound of the drum rumbled, but this time it was blessed by the power of heaven, and directly suppressed the shouts from the Nether Stream!

Nether Stream, rise up Nether!

A streak of distorted smoke suddenly rose from the horizon, and the smoke crookedly entered the sky, with all kinds of colors, and its meaning was unclear.

But soon, under the smoke, a 'human wall' slowly rose, and the figures on it were all in the real fairyland, dressed in various costumes, mixed with all the prehistoric races!

These figures silently and slowly pushed forward, and shortly after they left Nether Gap, another wall of people rose...

Very quickly, the army of the most powerful rushed out of the Nether Gorge methodically in this way, and did not give the prehistoric side any chance to sneak attack while taking advantage of the chaos.

Not long after, the land of the North Sea was already densely packed with human figures, and there were countless real immortals! But after these millions of true immortals, the array of all heavenly immortals has double the number of true immortals!

This is the army of the most powerful?

No, far from it, these are just forwards.

Just the true immortals and celestial beings made the North Sea extremely crowded, and behind these silent resurgents, cold-faced men and women flew out of the Nether Stream, densely packed like locusts, and filled the battle formation between the true celestials and the celestial beings.

This is the real returnee army!

Gold Wonderland!

"so much?"

Countless Primordial monks gasped, and even Yang Jian and Yigan Da Neng had extremely bad complexions.

PS: Severe cold, non-stop coughing, two more shifts.