The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

There are countless regrets in life, but death is the most desolate.

The girl's call touched the hearts of those who heard it, and they were full of emotions.

Among the overlapping virtual figures, a burly man was also shaking. He was surrounded by many figures in tattered armor. Those were the soldiers who defended the city with him and died.

father!

The little princess couldn't bear it anymore, and cried out, trying to struggle forward, but fell weakly in front of Yang Jian.

Tears kept falling like broken pearls, and the cries were mournful, filled with endless fear, helplessness, and desolation.

Those figures are nothing more than the appearance of mortal souls, which have been deprived of their origin by the soul-refining gourd.

At this time, these souls themselves are very 'fragile', and it is not easy to manifest, let alone speak.

With tears in his eyes, Shang Dehou's soul finally looked up and shouted.

Unable to find immortals, but died in the hands of 'immortals';

Guarding the land and defending the frontier, the city was destroyed overnight.

For the rest of his life, if he ended up dying in battle and shrouded in horse leather, it would be considered a joyful and bloody thing.

I never thought that I would die overnight in the hands of evil spirits and crooked ways, almost without a chance of reincarnation!

How should he not complain, how should he not hate!

But as Yang Jian kept chanting the Taoist scriptures that save people's souls, the hatred in Shang Dehou's heart was constantly washed away.

In the end, the figures in the canyon disappeared, leaving behind thousands of armored souls, and these souls were constantly being purified of resentment...

However, they were still unwilling to leave, and remained silent, looking into the distance.

Ah, Fu Dongliu said in a deep voice beside him, You are all loyal and patriotic righteous men, but you were harmed by Fang Wai's evil way, and you have resentment in your heart.

But that little brother has already smashed the monster to death with a boulder, and his soul has been scattered. The great revenge has been avenged, so why should you be nostalgic?

Today, this little brother is here, using his own source of blessings, this is the opportunity for you and others. There are many ghosts on the reincarnation road to take care of you, and there are few ghosts on the Wangxiang platform to urge you. In front of the reincarnation hall, you can get a body protection plate, so that you can switch to the human world.

Why don't you stop? Go quickly!

A pulling force came from the golden gate, but it urged these thousands of soldiers to go on the road.

The soul of Shang Dehou trembled, his legs slowly bent, and finally knelt down to Yang Jian.

Thousands of soldiers were silent, too.

The little princess had already fainted from crying, and Yang Jian recited the scriptures for saving people ninety-nine times.

The light golden ghost gate exerted force, and thousands of souls were sucked back continuously, but these souls were kowtowing slowly and firmly.

After three kowtows, Shang Dehou stood up with thousands of soldiers, without any hesitation, turned into streams of light, and crashed into the pale golden ghost gate.

The gate of ghosts gradually dissipated, and the cold moonlight poured down, only the fainted girl was still whimpering in her sleep.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and sighed softly.

The pale golden ghost gate shattered, and finally condensed into a golden light, which rushed towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's heart moved, and he knew that this was the merit he gained from saving these souls, but there was a feeling in his heart... I can't explain it clearly, it's just an uncomfortable feeling.

It seems that Xuan Gong is rejecting this golden light.

Extreme exclusion!

The golden light was about to penetrate into Yang Jian's chest, but Yang Jian raised his hand suddenly, instead of putting away the golden light, he held the golden light with his hand and moved the golden light aside.

Fu Dongliu saw this scene from the side, his eyes straightened again.

Such mysterious and mysterious things as merit, can this young man play with at will?

Originally, if Hong Huang Da Neng didn't want merit to enter his body, he would use some spiritual treasures to absorb the power of merit, thereby promoting the transformation of the spiritual treasure.

At this time, Yang Jian had no possessions, and the most precious thing was the formation disk for practice. Although the formation disk was complex and strong, it was not spiritual at all.

It can be absorbed, but Bajiu Xuangong is extremely repulsive, thinking that it is a poisonous poison that murders the practitioners of this Xuangong.

It's cheaper for you, Yang Jian's heart moved, and he led the golden light in front of him, and directly pressed it between the eyebrows of the girl lying on the ground.

Fu Dongliu next to him stared straight at him, and sighed inwardly, with a little envy and depression in his eyes.

And at this time, perhaps because Fu Dongliu wanted to help Yang Jian save these countless souls, another golden light like a strand of hair came from the sky and penetrated into the center of Fu Dongliu's eyebrows.

Fu Dongliu's body trembled, his eyes were full of surprise, and he quickly closed his eyes to heal his injuries.

After a short while, Fu Dongliu opened his eyes, and his cultivation had improved slightly; and a black light shot out from between his brows, turning into a plume of black smoke and dissipating.

Phew, it's finally out. Fu Dongliu heaved a long sigh of relief. Although his arms were trembling, he was able to lift them up slowly.

Yang Jian turned his ears and heard the sound of rumbling horseshoes. It seemed that there was a large group of cavalry marching on the mountain road.

He didn't want to be troublesome anymore, and said: Senior, can you move? Why don't you go to my residence to recuperate.

Fu Dongliu intends to make friends at this time, and he also believes that he has accepted Yang Jian's great favor, so he cupped his hands and said to Yang Jian: So, thank you, young man.

After saying that, Fu Dongliu stood up with slightly trembling legs, and Yang Jian had already pinched the fainted girl under his ribs again.

Fu Dongliu smiled awkwardly at Yang Jian, and Yang Jian knew it, raised his hand to support Fu Dongliu's arm, and ran away with this 'senior master'.

In fact, with such close contact, whether it was Yang Jian or Fu Dongliu, they both felt a little thumping in their hearts.

Defenses can not do without.

Don't say that you can be very trustworthy with a little kindness. The world of ascetics is even more dangerous. If you trust others foolishly, you may end up not even knowing how to die yourself.

Yang Jian is fine, Xuan Gong can warn of the danger in time, and he has seized the veins of this 'senior' to take the initiative.

Fu Dongliu was much more worried. He had been around for many years, and he had never been so close to anyone.

Not to mention that he is a strange young man with a 'strange power'. Neither Ruhua Meijuan nor a confidante has ever caught him like this.

This was actually a risk, but after Fu Dongliu was lifted up by Yang Jian, he felt less anxious and more intimate.

Most likely, male monks will also have some subtle psychological changes due to physical contact or something.

Yang Jian's figure jumped a few times, jumped into the forest, and disappeared in a few breaths.

Not long after, groups of black armored cavalry broke into this place, looking at the hundreds of feet long deep valley cliff cut out by a single sword, and at the stone mountain standing in a strange posture...

Those in charge of commanding and dispatching this group of cavalry were not stupid. They immediately silenced their troops and retreated slowly...

In the next few days, soldiers and disasters broke out in thousands of miles.

The frontier town guarded by Shang Dehou was destroyed overnight, and the dynasty to which Shang Dehou belonged had no time to react, and a large group of enemy troops had already marched into the border.

The flames of war are burning wantonly, the people are displaced, and battles of more than ten thousand people break out every day, and decisive battles involving hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses are brewing.

Iron cavalry rumbled, and batch after batch of soldiers rushed past the burned out border town.

The spiritual energy in the area of ​​thousands of miles was also polluted by the blood energy, becoming a little impure, with many impurities.

In the past few days, there were two more people in the cave where Yang Jian originally lived.

Fu Dongliu took this place to heal his wounds, and became more and more familiar with Yang Jian. The two drank wine twice and talked a few times at night.

The two are regarded as Taoist friends, and they often talk about the world, but they don't care about the practice of Taoism.

Because although Yang Jian is strong, his cultivation base is actually a bit low.

How could Fu Dongliu embarrass Yang Jian? Just talking about many interesting things during my travels.

And these interesting stories have also become a door for Yang Jian to understand the status quo of the cultivators in this world, and what he listens to is also yearning in his heart.

The little princess cried for two days and slept for two nights, as if she had gone foolish, she occupied that bed in the cave, and spent her days in a daze.

Her spiritual energy has also dissipated a lot, and there is always an indelible gloom between her brows and eyes.

Whenever Yang Jian and Fu Dongliu were drinking and talking at the entrance of the cave, she would listen in a daze, and gradually there was a little more vitality in her eyes, I don't know what she was thinking.

Yang Jian still exercised his muscles and bones every day as usual, but he didn't just take out the formation disk or something stupidly.

If the money is not revealed, Yang Jian still knows about this kind of thing.

After Fu Dongliu saw Yang Jian's cultivation method of walking against the mountain and counterattacking the waterfall, he couldn't keep his mouth shut for a while, and felt that this was the craziest thing in the world.

Don't refine qi?

Not concentrating?

If you don't cultivate the way of golden alchemy, how can you cross the tide of mortal dust?

Where did this boy learn from? What is the heel? The end is unpredictable and daunting.

Could it be that this boy has eaten some kind of natural treasure by mistake?

If Yang Jian's identity as a human race hadn't been confirmed, Fu Dongliu would have really thought that Yang Jian was a humanoid monster...

However, even if Fu Dongliu was dying of curiosity, he didn't ask. After all, being in the prehistoric world is an important personal secret.

Once exposed, it is a trivial matter to expose one's background and body. If the enemy deduces the talisman and supernatural power, it will fall into a passive situation.

Yang Jian only mentioned a few times during the conversation that he was taught by a master who let him practice in the mortal world.

Although he doesn't know the details of Yang Jian, Fu Dongliu believes that he can't read people wrong, and Fu Dongliu's evaluation of Yang Jian's heart can be summed up in eight characters:

Straightforward and unexpected.

Therefore, when Fu Dongliu recovered most of his cultivation after a few days of healing and wanted to leave this place, he sent an invitation to Yang Jian.

Fellow Daoist, you also know that this world is no longer suitable for cultivation.

Yang Jian nodded: Well, the aura here has gradually dissipated.

Fu Dongliu said with a smile: I also mentioned to you before that all the last monastic sects in this world are gathered in a secret place. That secret place was opened up by the great power of the ancient times, and the aura in it is dozens of times that of this place. Only there is the place where we monks can breathe.

In fact, Yang Jian had already learned about the secret realm from Fu Dongliu, and had hesitated whether he wanted to enter it to practice.

He doesn't have to worry about the aura issue...

How could Fu Dongliu not see Yang Jian's hesitation?

Young people, this kind of caution is the rarest thing.

But Fu Dongliu only said two things, which made Yang Jian dispel his worries and decided to go together.

In that secret realm, there are hundreds of sects of cultivating Taoism, and because the aura of this world has dissipated, there are more than ten sects whose ancestors entered Taoism from martial arts, which is very extraordinary.

From Wu to Dao!

Yang Jian was moved instantly!

And Fu Dong showed a calm smile, but he seemed to have a plan in his chest, and continued: There is a very common thing in the secret realm called Tianxin Stone, which is probably a rare treasure of our kind of heaven and earth specialty that has dissipated spiritual energy.

Although the Tianxin Stone is useless, it is the size of a palm and weighs thousands of catties. You don't have to carry the mountain back and forth every day. It's indecent, it's indecent.

Yang Jian was not polite either, he got up and grabbed Fu Dongliu's arm, Please, Fellow Daoist, take me there.

Hahaha, it's easy to say, easy to say! Fu Dongliu raised his head and laughed, and raised his eyebrows at Yang Jian again.

Then, the two looked at the cave at the same time, Yang Jian looked at Fu Dongliu, and Fu Dongliu also wanted to repay the favor he owed Yang Jian.

I have a few junior sisters who have been arguing about accepting apprentices. This little girl has very good qualifications. They must be very happy.

Yang Jian sighed lightly, didn't say much, just turned around and walked into the cave.

But the little princess didn't show the slightest joy when she heard the two people's words, she just sat there blankly, the emptiness on her little face made people feel sour.

Not knowing what Yang Jian said, she nodded and agreed to go back with Fu Dongliu to learn from her teacher.

After a while, a streak of purple awns streaked across the sky and flew towards the sunset glow in the sky.

Things in the world are met by fate, but it is really unclear;

It's a pity that Shang Dehou searched for immortals for half his life, lived in desolation, and finally died without reason; but his youngest daughter survived a desperate situation, but directly worshiped in one of the top few holy places for cultivating immortals in this world.

Fate is the most difficult thing to act.