The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The blood demon's "Picture No Purity" was the demon that almost everyone shouted in Taisu, but with his own defying luck, he practiced all the way to the realm of saints and became the overlord of Taisu.

Perhaps because there were too many killings in the past, although Tu Wujing became a great road, it was gradually eaten away by the road built...

The way of demons is not the right way.

But Tu Wujing is also very human. He abruptly shattered his own avenue, and in the broken avenue, he protected the origin of Taoism, the kind of Taoism. He rebuilt the first life and once again reached the realm of saints.

Breaking the road and standing up again, gaining defying supernatural powers is the blood mist trapping Yang Jian at this time.

When Tu Wujing is fighting against people, he can integrate himself with the avenue, and can also make his avenue become invisible, thus making himself invincible.

Since practicing this method, Tu Wujing has never been defeated in Taisu, and even his previous fight with Pangu forced the Great God of Pangu to end in a draw.

No way, this supernatural power is too restrained against the physical practitioners.

But today, Yang Jian broke the blood with blood, relied on his own golden body to be immortal, and allowed this figure to beat him, splitting out thousands of blood incarnations, and switching his mind quickly.

The avatar whose mind has never been stationed has only the instinct to fight and fight; and the avatar who is stationed by Yang Jian's mind will directly explode with the strongest offensive, killing more conspicuous targets.

It was just that in a flash, the surrounding army was hit hard, and the blood mist condensed into a few terrifying faces, and they continued to be angry, but there was no way.

And when Yang Jian used his avatar to attack and kill those Dao saints, Gorefiend Tu Wujing finally gave the order to retreat temporarily.

Yang Jian controlled thousands of avatars and chased the opponent's army for a while and slashed. After letting go of his hands and feet, he actually wiped out one-third of the opponent, and even injured two Dao saints.

When this group of troops flew outside the city of Xuandu, Yang Jian scattered the avatar, condensed into drops of blood, and shot back at Yang Jian, submerged in Yang Jian's body.

Profound blood is precious and it is always good to be able to recycle it.

The blood mist separated and drifted around Yang Jian's body; Yang Jian did not chase after him, but watched the various changes in the blood mist, tried to swing a few shots, and none of them could hurt the blood mist.

But all magical powers must be cracked.

Yang Jian kept thinking in his heart, if he could not destroy his physical power, whether there were other skills that could come in handy.

Soon, Yang Jian's mind was locked on a large formation and a magic weapon in his body.

A large formation covering the sea, and thirty-six Dinghai Shenzhu.

Although he hadn't figured out how to do it yet, Yang Jian had already faintly felt in his heart that whether he could break the supernatural power of Wujing today depends on the power of the Sea God Orb.

The two sides entered a stalemate again, Yang Jian thought about breaking the other's magical powers, and the thirteen great saints talked about whether they should advance or retreat.

They have destroyed the Black Spirit Nation, and if they kill the prehistoric along the way at this time, they will be able to make an immortal achievement.

But Yang Jian is here, as long as the Black Spirit Nation army desperately stops along the way, Yang Jian can easily slaughter them a million soldiers.

These million cultivators are no better than those who are fighting in the wild. The lowest cultivation level of the cultivators here is also in the Golden Immortal realm, which is the old part of the emptiness.

But whether it is a golden fairy or a real fairy, they are all vulnerable to Yang Jian's incarnation supernatural power...

Soon, these thirteen saints realized that the root of the problem was that they had nothing to do with Yang Jian, and that the other party's golden body was too powerful to be an enemy.

It has been a while since Yang Jian came here, their master has not yet arrived, and what they can faintly feel is the aftermath of their masters fighting against others.

On the prehistoric side, there should be someone else blocking their master, so Yang Jian dared to rest assured to fight them fiercely here.

If Yang Jian finds the magical powers of the blood-breaking demon, it must be the end of their thirteen great saints...

"It's better to trap him here, and we will kill him with the army."

A saint said something like this, the Gorefiend Tu Wujing hesitated a few times, and he had to nod slightly.

"I have a formation map, which was given by my master. I need nine fellow daoists to cooperate with me to trap Yang Jian in the formation map."

"Even if the leader of Tuwu and the nine fellow daoists stay here, and three fellow daoists are left to support, it is a feasible move."

"good."

"As so."

"Then Yang Jian rushed out, I'll go to trap this person, and you will select nine people quickly to refine this formation."

Tu Wujing saw Yang Jian rushing forward with a spear, and immediately dropped a square slate and waved his palms to greet him.

These thirteen saints, together with the person who was beheaded by Yang Jian before, were all decisive and decisive people. They quickly decided to form an array of nine people. The other three rushed to Yang Jian and interacted with Tu Wujing. In response, Yang Jian was trapped in the blood mist again.

And Yang Jian also repeated the old trick, once again displaying the supernatural powers of the blood-dropping incarnation, and in a blink of an eye, he became thousands of people, chasing these old nihilism and chasing around the sky outside the city.

The nine great sages began to refine the great formation, feeling the changes of the great formation.

Naturally, Yang Jian would not let them be satisfied, and controlled the avatar to attack the nine great saints. Unfortunately, the power of the avatar was always limited. The nine saints kept moving, even if they were injured by Yang Jian’s avatar, they did not stop at all. Wu Dazhen.

You chased me, chopped up and down, and Yang Jian chased the old part of Xunmuo and fled in a hurry, which can be regarded as a great spectacle.

And the great battle that broke out in Xuandu City really made many remnants of Taishi saints see some ups and downs.

I don't know how many years have passed, and most of the memories of the remnants are incomplete. After the destruction of Tai Su, they saw the birth of a great world and saw the catastrophe of the strongest to destroy the current great world.

Taishi, Taiji, Taisu...

Prehistoric...

It has been too long, and there will be a cultivator who can fight against the strong, and this has to let these remnant spirits gather together and pay attention to such a battle.

In the tomb of the Liuli Baozhu, more than a hundred figures stood everywhere, watching a pair of snow mirrors made by the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit, and inside it was the battle between Yang Jian and the old part of Xu Mo.

Many saints' remnants showed emotions on their faces, and Yang Jian's undefeated golden body made Liuli Bao's eyes a burst of joy.

Beside the Liuli Baozhu, Yao Ji and her two daughters-in-law also watched the situation of the battle with fear. Seeing Yang Jian trapped in the blood mist and being attacked by the blood demons, she really squeezed her sweat.

Liuli Baozhu said: "Little friend Yang Jian can play against the subordinates of these strongest people alone. It is really not easy, but the strongest will inevitably come here in the prehistoric land. You and I have to deal with it."

"You and I are just remnants, how do you face the strongest?"

"We also tried it when it was too early. It was also the ninth strongest player, but the other party didn't get into the suit at all. What if we arranged it in various ways?"

Several saints retorted a few words, and the master of colored glaze was also pondering.

All they can do is to use the army here to try to suppress the Ninth Xeon and find the company of the suppressed Xeon under the tomb of the Taishi Saint.

But Xumo only sent someone to destroy the Xuandu City, and used a clone to enter the tomb of the saint to clean up the remnants, but the real body did not enter, leaving the saint's remnant spirits painstakingly arranged.

"Don't forget that there is little friend Yang Jian," Liuli Baozhu said, "the physical strength of the little friend is better than when I was in the past. If there is a little friend to help, it will be a success."

A group of sages were thinking, and many familiar old friends started to discuss and discuss, the whole tomb became a little more angry.

In the corner, the disabled generals of the Spirit Race were healing their wounds, and they were all silent.

Feng Wu's eye circles were a little red for no reason, and he said in a low voice, "Can we help my husband?"

"Sister, our cultivation level is shallow, really can't help," Xiao Lan smiled sadly, "Able to protect her mother to survive, it is all due to the desperate **** of many soldiers here. We are like this, except for dragging the husband, really. Nothing can be done."

Upon hearing this, Yao Ji seemed to wake up from a dream, sitting there quietly thinking about something.

"Mother, are you hurt better?"

"It's better, don't worry about me," Yao Ji grinned reluctantly, the faint tenderness concealing the gloom that ran deep in Yao Ji's eyes.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the entire tomb of the saint was blessed by a peerless array, and you could feel the aftermath of the battle of the Xuandu City.

One after another, his eyes condensed on the ice mirror, but he saw that Yang Jian suddenly displayed the world of magic, incarnate as a giant tens of thousands of feet high, directly propped up the blood mist entwined around his body, and blasted out against the distant army of Xu Mo Punch.

The blood mist also increased sharply, wanting to wrap around Yang Jian's body again, but Yang Jian's huge body was transformed into a huge swallowing python.

Three thousand gods and demons!

Yang Jian had a somewhat crazy idea in his heart. The big mouth of the swallowing giant python, the chaotic sea with a radius of thousands of miles, and the small half of the outer city of the mysterious capital were directly swallowed by the giant python.

Swallowed by the way, there is also the blood mist transformed by the blood demon figure Wujing!

What are the consequences of swallowing a great saint?

Yang Jian was also unsure, but he was the only way he could think of to break the opponent's blood mist...

However, the moment when Yang Jian recovered from the boa constrictor, the back door was tightened, and the golden body was somewhat uncontrollable. A turbid air broke through the trousers, still with a little blood.

Mixed with blood mist in this turbid air, it once again condensed into a figure Wujing.

Only at this time, Tu Wujing's face rose to the color of pig liver, and his fingers pointed at Yang Jian with trembling fingers.

"You, you actually treat the poor road as a fart... as a stale gas!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, took advantage of this opportunity to abandon Tu Wujing, and rushed directly to the nine saints who were enlightening the formation.

Tu Wujing's complexion changed even more. At this time, it was too late to stop it. Fortunately, the other three great sages who had been supporting him tried to stop Yang Jian's figure.

Yang Jian simply changed his purpose, focusing on a sage who was blocking the road.

Full of supernatural powers!

Two overlapping forces!

The shadow of the gun flickered~www.readwn.com~ Yang Jian shot the sage body of the Dao Dao who fled in a hurry, and smashed the Dao Dao with a punch.

However, with this delay, Na Tu Wujing entangled again, transformed into a blood mist, and launched a fierce offensive against Yang Jian.

Even the perfect state of mind of the Dao Sage cannot tolerate such humiliation...

After all, the foul language of being pointed at the nose and scolded ‘what a fart’ can be laughed off by the saint; but it’s really unbearable to be discharged as a fart.

"Today you will be thwarted!"

"Heh," Yang Jian sneered, it turned out to be a routine of the world of law, the three thousand gods and demons.

If the leader of the enemy can be irritated, they may find more opportunities to defeat the enemy.