The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 Carrying like a silly little princess jumping off the cliff, Yang Jian deliberately smashed it down directly above the stone mountain, exerting force on his legs, and cracking the stone mountain.

　　 The young monk who was meditating a few feet away from the edge of the stone mountain, his lips trembled when he saw it, and he hurriedly shouted: “It’s dead! Young man! That demon is really dead!”

　　 This little monster that jumped out from nowhere, don’t really break the stone mountain. He is just by the side. He can’t move at this time. Maybe he will repeat the mistakes of the Taoist Refining Soul!

　　 “Young Hero! Don’t step on it anymore!”

　　 If he died here inexplicably, wouldn’t his fame be instantly burned?

　　 became a young man from a little brother, but he can also see that this person is a little jealous of Yang Jian.

　　 Yang Jian jumped down from the rocky mountain, but this time it landed lightly, and the dust didn’t startle much.

　　 He put the little princess aside and let her daze, then he shook his hand at the young monk who was meditating, then turned around and looked at the stone mountain and blinked.

The young monk looked at Yang Jian and seemed to be a little moved. He coughed weakly and laughed: “Young man, still take this stone away and see if there are any treasures left by this old way. Thanks to him today, but for this The magical way keeps treasure, the young hero can take it for himself.”

　　 As the saying goes, killing and stealing treasures are commonplaces, and the people of the world are wealthy.

　　Since he killed this demon way, he can’t say that he still needs some benefits from the demon way.

　　 “Thank you, let me take a look first.” Yang Jian rolled up his sleeves, hugged Shishan forward, took a breath, and slowly lifted Shishan off the ground.

　　 is not that a corner of the stone mountain is off the ground, but the entire stone mountain rises slowly. The former and the latter are different from each other.

　　 The young monk looked in his eyes, grinning for a while, only feeling all kinds of soreness in the posterior molar…

　　 This kid is so strong, even tens of thousands of catties!

　　 Could it be the queen of the big demon?

　　 When did such a freak appear in this world?

　　 Yang Jian let out a low voice, and the stone mountain flew out on the ground, and fell directly several tens of meters away, and there was another burst of dust.

　　 “Huh!”

　　 Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the flat hole pressed out by the stone mountain. There was a pool of dirty blood in the center of the flat hole, with a piece of clothing in the blood, and a gourd on the clothing.

　　 Only dirty blood? Is that demon way dead?

　　 Yang Jian immediately became vigilant, clenched his fist, and glanced aside, looking for a stone that could be used to defend himself.

　　 “Hahaha, don’t be afraid of young heroes, that old way of self-feeding, there must be some poison hidden in his body, but you have directly smashed it like this with a stone! Hahahaha! Ahem! Retribution!”

　　 Yang Jian asked with some concern: “Senior is all right?”

　　 He has forgotten his own seniority, this senior is shouting ‘abrupt’ after all.

　　 The Taoism of the world mostly comes from the three Taoist religions. If the real master Yuding really counts, he is the second generation of the three religions and the backbone of the three generations of Taoism.

　　 This young monk who meditates, if his ancestor Master is lucky enough to see the real Jade Ding, he will kneel down and worship from afar, and call him Tai, Tai, Tai Shi Ye…

　　 The young monk sighed, his expression slightly embarrassed, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s fine after a few days of cultivation, young man should count the treasures quickly, and then, cough, let’s count the treasures first.”

　　 Yang Jian nodded, ran to the side to find a stick, beat the gourd out with the stick, and picked up the robe.

　　 The two rings suddenly rolled to the ground.

　　 Yang Jian walked forward cautiously and felt it carefully. Profound Art did not remind him of the abnormality. Only then did he pinch the two rings in his hands, and then looked at the blood-red gourd.

　　 Suddenly, Yang Jian saw the ghosts dancing in the sky, and heard a stern cry…

　　 Such evil things should be destroyed.

　　 But Yang Jian was also afraid of ruining this thing rashly, causing damage to the souls that were sucked in, and perhaps saved, and he hesitated in his heart.

　　 Of course, Yang Jian can’t eat alone either. After all, the young monk behind him contributed the most. He just threw a stone in the end.

　　 So Yang Jian didn’t look at the ring in his hand very much. He picked the red ear of the gourd mouth with a stick and walked towards the young monk.

　　 He intends to let the hero take first, take the rest, and ask for the young hero himself.

　　If the other party didn’t leave him at all… Then there is nothing to say, he had just picked it up.

　　 He was already quite pleased to be able to kill this demon by himself.

　　 Speaking of it, Yang Jian is really a pauper among the monks, but he is a little ‘rich man’ among the monks.

　　 This statement is somewhat contradictory, but it is true.

　　 In the fingers left by the real Jade Ding, there are countless elixirs and elixir, and there are more spiritual stones piled up into hills, as well as several strange objects and magic weapons to assist in cultivation.

　　 But Yang Jian felt from the bottom of his heart that these things were not his own property, and he could not use them at will.

　　 Even the consumption of spiritual stones that would occur during practice on weekdays, he wanted to make a book and record it in order to’repay’ to Master.

　　 No way, Yang Jian’s temperament is like this.

　　 When he was in Shangdehou’s mansion that day, Yang Jian didn’t have the pill to exchange some martial skills for Shang Dehou, but that went against Yang Jian’s original intention, so he didn’t trade anything with Master.

　　 A man should be magnanimous, not greedy, nor against his will.

　　 But when he put the two rings in front of the young monk, the latter’s expression… is also very complicated.

　　 There was emotion, relief, and speechlessness, and he looked at Yang Jian a few times.

　　 The monk slowly said, “Are you afraid that I have a heart for treasure, and I will insult you after healing?”

　　 Yang Jian shook his head, “This demon was originally killed by the predecessors, I just threw a stone casually.”

The young monk smiled wryly, and said: “Do you think I don’t know kindness, and deliberately use words to test? It is Young Xia today that you rescued Fu. How is Fu unknown? These things, young Xia put away, Mo To humiliate Fu so much!”

　　 Seeing this young monk’s righteous face, but he was really angry, Yang Jian also blushed a little, and Qi Aiai was speechless.

　　 “Shao Xia really despise me Fu Dongliu?!”

“That,” Yang Jian frowned and looked embarrassed, and could only tell the truth with a cheeky, “In that case, please help me break the restrictions on these two rings. I… can’t open it… as if… “

　　 Otherwise, how could I give you so much pleasure!

　　 Yang Jian rolled his eyes in his heart, but his expression was rather helpless, he could not wait to sigh.

　　 Eight or nine profound arts!

　　 Fu Dongliu was stunned for a long time, and Fang burst into a big laugh. Even if such a big laugh would make him worse, he couldn’t help it.

　　 “Hahaha! Young man? Hahaha, are you kidding me on purpose? Want to laugh at me? Hahaha!”

　　 Yang Jian suddenly wanted to kick people, hummed, and started to study the gourd.

　　 “How do you get this stuff? There is still power, right?” Yang Jian muttered.

　　 A monk who couldn’t stop laughing: “Hahaha! This gourd is a magic weapon, but it is a magic weapon for refining souls, and it cannot be kept! Hahaha!”

　　 Yang Jian is a little annoyed, just laugh twice, what’s going on forever!

　　 Is it shameful to not break the ban? He is cultivating the Eight-Nine Profound Art, the first one is to forge the muscles and bones, and there is no ordinary monk’s’qi’ in his body!

　　 and never learned how to break the prohibition.

　　 Fu Dongliu still couldn’t stop laughing, like the biggest joke he has heard in more than a hundred years of cultivating Taoism. He couldn’t move while sitting there, but his body still trembled and he almost pierced the soul-killing needle deeper.

　　 If the needle is really inserted into the soul, it can’t be said that it is really dead.

　　 “This gourd, shhh… you try to tap a hole at the bottom, maybe it will work… Haha! No way, young hero, you really can’t solve the restriction?”

　　 “Hmph.” Yang Jian snorted coldly, and Fu Dongliu laughed wildly.

　　 Yang Jian had a few black lines hung on his forehead, and ignored the unscrupulous senior. He squatted next to the rock, tentatively held the gourd, and found that he was safe, then picked up the gourd again.

　　 This gourd can be intact under the impact of the stone mountain, it must be a magic weapon in the legend.

　　 Magic weapon, still in the legend…

　　 Take out the formations you use during practice and meditation on weekdays, maybe you will scare Fu Dongliu over!

　　 Produced by Yuding, it is also a fairy treasure, less to say.

　　 Yang Jian felt that his touch did not arouse any reaction, which also showed that the gourd was just hard in texture and not yet spiritual.

　　 What’s the use of this thing?

　　 is naturally useless. This is the magic weapon of the Taoist Refining Soul. Yang Jian has also seen its fierce power. He gritted his teeth and smashed his fist at the bottom of the gourd.

　　咚! puff!

　　 There were a few cracks at the bottom of the gourd, but they were the wounds caused by Fu Dongliu’s battle with the monster.

　　 At this time, Yang Jian almost made a shot, the cracks broke directly, and a jet of black smoke burst out. The scared Yang Jian quickly threw the gourd there, grabbed the little princess with his left hand, and ‘senior’ with the right hand, and dashed back!

　　 saw black smoke bursting up, filling the entire valley in an instant.

　　The sound of ghosts crying like weeping like a complaint, in the black smoke, there are actually another piece of figure after another, densely packed, countless, layered on top of each other.

　　 Yang Jian couldn’t retreat, he was directly caught in the black smoke, and his blood was too strong, these figures were not close to him, and there was a few feet of blank space.

　　 “This is…” Yang Jian trembled a little.

“Oh, those souls who have not been demonized,” Fu Dongliu sighed for a long time~www.mtlnovel.com~ Continue to maintain the posture of meditating, turned his head to look at Yang Jian, and laughed: “Young man, I see you too With good fortune, it is better to extradite them.”

　　 Yang Jian nodded immediately, “How to extradite?”

　　 Fu Dongliu looked at Yang Jian a little strangely up and down, this guy, doesn’t even have scriptures circulating among mortals? Really a monk?

Then he chuckled and shook his head, and said in a low voice: “I have a sutra of saving people, but my soul is suppressed by the Soul Destruction Array at this time… I read it to you. Your sincerity will transform your spirit, and it can also add to your body. A sum of merit.”

　　 “Yeah.” Yang Jian nodded cautiously, and sat cross-legged with Fu Dongliu next to the little princess.

　　 Fu Dongliu closed his eyes, his voice low.

　　 Yang Jian’s eyes are clear, his face is sad, and he sighs, repeating his voice.

　　In a short time, golden lights rose up from the canyon, but it was Yang Jian’s gas luck that manifested various miracles and dispelled the black smoke.

　　 “…Open the eight doors, flying to the sky, forbidden from sin, fate, universal acceptance, death, soul, life, body and life…”

　　 Gradually, those figures were stained with golden light, and a ghost gate slowly opened from the canyon, but it was pale golden, and the source of blessing was contained in it.

　　Fu Dongliu was inexplicably shocked, and looked at Yang Jian again, only to feel that this young man was supernatural, and the source of blessing was so profound that it could affect thousands of unjust souls.

　　 Reminiscent of Yang Jian’s previous performance…Fu Dongliu was a little shocked, muttering secretly, and he didn’t know which master Yang Jian inherited.

　　 Before the figures stained with golden light entered the ghost gate, they all bowed to Yang Jian.

　　 And the cry of ghost gradually disappeared…

　　 “Father…”

　　 Next to Yang Jian, the silly little princess seemed to see something, his eyes were filled with tears, and he covered his mouth and started crying.