The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

More than a dozen avenues of sages suddenly came to the sea of ​​chaos, and the whole sea of ​​chaos was shaken. How could the monks in the prehistoric world not sense it?

This was the time when Yang Jian was fighting with Xu Mo, the ninth strongest. Yang Jian, who was already far behind Xu Mo in strength, felt his heart tense the moment these saints appeared, but he hadn't sensed where these saints appeared.

The Ninth Strongest really has a backup!

There was a faint smile on Xu Mo's face, with a little expectation in his eyes, he deliberately repelled Yang Jian without rushing to attack, admiring Yang Jian's gaze and expression at this time.

The urgency in Yang Jian's heart was naturally not written on his face. Looking at the most powerful man in front of him, this existence that made him worry and miss him for a long time was really so difficult to deal with.

The feeling of powerlessness made Yang Jian feel a little annoyed.

From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to go to the Black Spirit Country to support him. His mother was there, Feng Wu and Xiao Lan were there, but if Yang Jian left this place, the situation in the prehistoric war would be completely out of balance, and Xu Mo and his men would be able to kill the prehistoric saints.

The power held by the other party is much higher than that of Honghuang...

Whether it is the "eliminated" person who was born from death and was called back by the strongest, or the army under Taisu Shixumo who suddenly appeared and rushed to the Black Spirit Kingdom, these are catastrophes that have never been encountered before.

The two combined into one, attacking both inside and outside, and even resorted to a strategy of drawing salary from the bottom of the pot against Yang Jian, plus the existence of the Ninth Supreme, which is unmatched by the saints...

Is there any reason why the prehistoric can not be destroyed?

These thoughts flashed across Yang Jian's heart quickly, but made Yang Jian hold the spear tightly, and he already had a decision in his heart.

war.

You can only fight here, fight to the death with Xu Mo!

If he leaves, he will regret it all his life;

If he doesn't go, he will also fall into self-blame for the rest of his life, but if the man does something, there is still a glimmer of hope for him to stay here...

Kill the strongest!

"How do you break this game?"

Xu Mo looked at Yang Jian with a smile, and wanted to say a few more words, but Yang Jian had already charged forward with a gun, and let out a roar that shook the sky, and the chaos around him boiled instantly.

stack force!

Yang Jian's figure overlapped within a very short period of time, and the divine eyes on his forehead fixed on Xu Mo's figure, and continued his fierce attack without fear of death.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, but you don't need to lose too much mind for you," Xu Mo said indifferently, his figure floated back, relying on Yang Jian's somewhat unpredictable teleportation ability, he only fought with Yang Jian.

Probably, Xu Mo felt that it would take too much energy to kill Yang Jian, so he just left Yang Jian here, waiting for the big net that was thrown out to be tightened.

In order to destroy the prehistoric world and correct the mistakes he made in a moment of carelessness in the past, Xu Mo has almost deduced countless times in detail what will happen at each step and what variables will arise.

It's just that the word 'Pan Chuanren' in his deduction was replaced by the word 'Yang Jian'.

Then he recruited countless resentful monk spirits from the wilderness, resurrected them with supernatural powers, and formed such an army, but secretly hid the real army in his hands under Yang Jian's nose.

Even, if Yang Jian had carefully examined the 'corpses' that had been stored for countless years in the Baishan Taiji Tomb, Yang Jian would have seen through Xu Mo's overall calculations in advance.

This plan seems simple, but in fact it requires a lot of arrangements.

For example, the second Dao sage that Yang Jian beheaded back then, the old man who led his generals to hide in the Chaos Spiritual Kingdom, was actually a pawn in Xu Mo's hands.

Take it out for Yang Jian to kill, divert Yang Jian's attention, and make Yang Jian believe that the old part of the ninth strongest was actually hidden in the depths of the sea of ​​chaos...

Step by step until today, Xu Mo has advanced the time of exiting the customs several times. In order to prevent Yang Jian from becoming the strongest, he directly launched the Heaven and Earth Tribulation.

It should be said that this Ninth Supreme has arranged a comprehensive plan from the very beginning, no matter how the prehistoric saints struggle, they will be slowly strangled by the big net he casts.

The strongest person who can possess himself to do these planning and arrangements is really far more terrifying than the strongest person who is far superior to others in terms of conceit and supernatural power...

Within the wilderness, the complexions of several saints were quite ugly.

Xu Mo actually hid more than a dozen Great Dao Saints, and these Dao Saints brought millions of tyrannical monks to hunt towards Hei Ling Nation, how should they deal with it?

At this time, the Saint War is in full swing, and Tianyan Daozi and Yuding Daoist, who are being guarded mainly, can no longer perform miraculous effects...

Maybe the most powerful people don't bother to use Yang Jian's family to threaten Yang Jian, but when the Hei Ling Kingdom is in trouble, Yang Jian's Taoism must show a flaw, and the hope of winning is even slimmer.

And this army came all the way to Honghuang, Honghuang was attacked on both sides, whether it was from the quasi-sage, Daluo level masters, or the number of saints, they would fall into a complete disadvantage, and being wiped out seemed to be settled.

A look of pain flashed across Tianyan Daozi's eyes, and the chaotic bell rang more and more urgently.

The real person Yuding's face was also a little deserted, although his movements were still chic and elegant, but the offensive in his hands became more and more fierce.

For the other prehistoric sages, Sanqing has already gone all out, and the introduction is even more dangerous...

So far in the war, it really has been full of twists and turns.

However, Honghuang finally relied on Yang Jian's ability to fight against the Ninth Supreme to tie the battle, but because of the appearance of strong reinforcements from the opponent, he will fall into a disadvantage again.

Is it really all over?

Is it really irreparable?

Xeon is really invincible?

Honghuang today... Could it be that it is inevitable to be destroyed after all?

In the prehistoric camp, from saints to monks, the heart of Taoism is all covered with a layer of haze.

But knowing that the chances of winning are slim, they still refuse to bow their heads to the waving butcher's knife; the survival of living beings is the most fundamental appeal of Wanling.

Although thousands of monks have Taoism, they are still maintaining the previous offensive with enthusiasm.

The stalemate battle situation, the unknown situation of the Hei Ling Kingdom, and the battle between Tianwai Yang Jian and the strongest have also affected the minds of countless monks.

Outside the sky, the two figures almost completely ignored the principles of the universe, and the figure that caused them to fight at such a high speed seemed to appear in thousands of places at the same moment.

Regardless of Yang Jian's disregard, he attacked more fiercely, and with the help of his anger and the sharp gun in his hand, he gradually equalized with Xu Mo, and was able to use his own offensive to limit Xu Mo's actions to a certain extent.

For Yang Jian at this time, he had already exerted 130% of his abilities.

Not enough, far from enough...

If Yang Jian wants to kill the ninth strongest, he must at least have the same strength as the ninth strongest, provided he doesn't make any strange moves.

It's not the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu that is hateful and sanctified!

He hates himself for not being able to comprehend other supernatural powers in his previous life except for stacking power!

Yang Jian roared, his eyes gradually turned blood red, his long hair bound by the little jade gourd kept fluttering, and the spear in his hand almost disappeared without a trace!

Mother……

Lan'er...Feng Wu...

"ah!"

The ninth form of opening the sky!

Zhentian Jedi India! Three thousand gods and demons eat!

Two overlapping forces!

Gradually, Yang Jian's spear and Xu Mo's dodging figure seemed to disappear, only Yang Jian's figure could barely be seen clearly, attacking fiercely in the void.

Without warning!

"Kitty Hawk!"

Yang Jian suddenly yelled, and a gray-white figure shot out from the black tortoise belt around his waist, like lightning and thunder, but extremely fast!

The next moment, Xu Mo's figure appeared in front of Yang Jian's spear, looking at the inch-deep blood hole in his chest with some surprise.

The tip of Yang Jian's spear hit the bloody hole!

The supernatural power of stacking force was fully used, and the tip of the spear pierced Xu Mo's figure!

Kitty Hawk's surprise attack worked!

The figure of Xiaoying appeared beside Yang Jian, and attacked Xu Mo again, but this time Xu Mo just slapped him casually, and the moment Yang Jian grabbed his neck forward, his body exploded with a bang.

When he reappeared, Xu Mo was already hundreds of miles away, standing on top of a pagoda, sizing up this person and the eagle.

"Very well, you have hurt me twice," Xu Mo said, the smile on his face was gone.

But Yang Jian didn't bother to talk much, he rushed forward, the blood in his eyes became more intense, and the bloody flames burning all over his body were strange and rising!

"Take your life!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to take it away."

The ninth strongest figure confronted Yang Jian again, one with a mighty sharp spear and fierce attack, and the other chic and elegant, light and ethereal. The battle between the two of them outside the prehistoric world can be called the first battle since ancient times, but no one can watch it from afar.

As time went by, Yang Jian's heart became more and more desperate, and the blood in his eyes became more and more crazy.

It was too late for him to go back to rescue...

For dozens of saints, it only takes one person and one palm to destroy the Black Spirit Nation. No matter how many spirit clan troops there are, they are like dust in the sea of ​​chaos.

He is fighting for the prehistoric here, who will protect the lives of his mother and wife!

Great grief and indignation gradually rose in Yang Jian's heart. All the culprits were right in front of his eyes. He already had the mentality of revenge, and he wanted to die with this strongest man no matter what.

Gradually, Xu Mo also began to avoid Yang Jian's edge at this time.

As long as Yang Jian's mental strength is relieved, Xu Mo will kill the killer. At that time, Yang Jian should not be too strenuous to kill...

but!

"Don't worry, I'll stop him for you, go first."

A call suddenly came from nowhere, a few light rings like wind chimes, and a few gentle voices.

Xu Mo's always calm face suddenly became a little more confused, and his brows frowned.

An indescribable ethereal aura came from Honghuang's direction, Xu Mo and Yang Jian stopped their hands almost at the same time, each looking vigilantly at the source of this aura.

At this moment, a pale white beam of light pierced through the prehistoric world and shone into the sea of ​​chaos. The sea of ​​chaos dao had just calmed down and boiled again.

And the degree of boiling this time is comparable to that of dozens of saints who unfolded their own way at the same time!

False and real, true and false, the figure accompanied by such a rhyme, stepped across the prehistoric world, and came towards the place where Yang Jian and the strongest fought.

The beauty is like a dream.

"Yunxiao? Master?"

Yang Jian's words were somewhat startled, but Yun Xiao's cold face showed a slight smile; she was driving the avenue, her long hair fluttering gently, but the white gauze on her body gave people an indestructible illusion.

The pinnacle of saints!

Great way!