At first, Yang Jian felt that Master Huanglong was a little unreliable, but after thinking about it, he was quite surprised.

This red sand array can scrape the spirit treasure, and Yang Jian's Xuan body is also a little itchy and painful when it is smashed by a grain of red sand, but the wooden stick that the Huanglong Dao man is holding does not have half a breath fluctuation, but it is unscathed in the red sand array.

Could it be that this treasure stick has something to do with the ancestral dragon or something?

Yang Jian had doubts in his heart, but the twelve golden immortals over there were already a little bit of a quarrel.

Red sperm was loyal and gentle, and seeing that Huang Long's breaking the formation was like child's play, he asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, why don't I go to the formation to help again?"

Guang Chengzi groaned a few times, and he had the intention of nodding.

"What the second senior brother said is not advisable," Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun Zhengse said, "Senior Brother Huanglong dares to break the formation, he has his own reliance, his Dao method is profound, and his magical powers are vast, if we help, I am afraid that it will make him unhappy." ”

Fuxian also said: "Senior Brother Huanglong's heavy skin, you and I knew it when we practiced in Kunlun Mountain, but we can't go to help at will." ”

Taiyi Zhenren snorted coldly, "What's the use of dough? I'm going to fish them out!"

Manjushri said, "Why be in such a hurry?

Taiyi Zhenren's eyes flashed a little, "Could it be that you can't see my master's nephew Xuangong shocking the world, and you want him to damage the Dao in this red sand array?"

"How can Senior Brother Taiyi say such words?" The fearful grandson on the side couldn't help but speak, "Our twelve golden immortals are the pillars of the teaching, we should be united, don't make jokes in front of the sect!"

The Lingbao Archmage, who was squinting and pretending to sleep, chuckled, and all his words were in this laughter.

Guang Chengzi finally spoke: "Junior brothers, don't fight anymore, with Senior Brother Yuding here, Senior Brother Yang Jian will be fine." ”

As soon as his words fell, the immortals seemed to remember something, and looked at the Yuding real person sitting in the corner.

Yuding Zhenren opened his eyes, smiled uncomfortably at the brothers, closed his eyes again, and continued to recuperate leisurely.

It seems to be some kind of Taoist rhyme, and I don't know what kind of magical power it is, Yuding Zhenren can always make people subconsciously ignore his existence;

That's right, the jade tripod is here, and the ten absolute formations are meant to be broken.

They attached so much importance to the Ten Peerless Formations here, and they were so anxious, but the matter of breaking the Ten Peerless Formations had unconsciously become an excellent opportunity for Yuding Zhenren to train his disciples.

Only Taiyi Zhenren, who knew a lot about Yuding, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth a few times at this time.

What kind of temperament Yuding has, Taiyi knows it.

If Yang Jian was really fascinated by the Huanglong Dao people in the red sand formation, the two of them would definitely not die, but they would definitely have to suffer a lot, and only wait for the moment of life and death before Yuding would come to the rescue.

Yang Jian's journey was taken care of by the master like this most of the time.

"There seems to be a change in the formation!"

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun suddenly spoke, and Taiyi Zhenren also collected his mind, and his divine consciousness was shrouded in the red sand array.

In the red sand array, the evil qi condensed into black snakes, like hair, constantly invading the two of them.

The red sand array seems to be in a hurry, and the red sand in the sky begins to show many changes, sometimes turning into ten thousand swords, sometimes turning into a sea of guns and knives.

Yang Jian had already stood in front of Huang Longdao's people, grabbing the three-pointed two-edged spear and dancing continuously, shattering the attacking attacks one after another.

The dragon lance magic method is not bad, and Xuangang becomes a shadow dance!

The Twelve Golden Immortals couldn't see through the place where the altar was located outside the array, but after careful calculation, Yang Jian and the Huanglong Dao people seemed to be approaching the altar in the array!

In the Red Sand Formation!

"Master and nephew, walk slowly. ”

Huanglong Daoist suddenly shouted to Yang Jian, grabbed the unsightly dead wood, raised his hand and threw it, and the dead wood fell in the palm of his hand and pointed somewhere.

"This way!"

"Okay!" Yang Jian agreed, followed the direction pointed by the end of the dead wood, and rushed forward with the Huanglong Dao people.

The red sand array was flooded with 'huge waves', and the entire large array was like a sea of blood, trying to press Yang Jian and the Huanglong Dao people into meat cakes.

But although the people of Huanglong Dao have no treasures, their mana is extremely strong, although they can't resist the evil qi, but it also relieves a lot of pressure for Yang Jian.

"This way!"

"This way!"

"Hurry, hurry, I feel so close to the guy who sprinkled the sand!"

Feel......

Yang Jian stumbled under his feet at that time and almost fell on his heels.

The red sand became thicker and thicker, and they were already running through the land, and if a mortal fell here, there would be no dregs left in an instant.

Ahead, the red sand suddenly condensed into a wall, Yang Jian jumped up suddenly, and the Huanglong Daoist grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder tightly, and also jumped up directly......

The three-pointed two-edged spear in Yang Jian's hand slashed fiercely, and the red sand in front of him disappeared, revealing a ten-zhang diameter clearing.

The red sand encloses a 'bucket', and at the bottom of the bucket is the four Dharma altars, as well as the Taoist on the altar who holds a 'dustpan' in both hands and hangs his head full of disbelief......

Ten Heavenly Monarchs, Zhang Shao!

"Master and nephew!"

Huanglong Dao people shouted, and Yang Jian had already swooped out.

"How is it possible! You broke my big formation like this!" Zhang Shao gritted his teeth and roared, and the dustpan in his hand slammed Yang Jian's hand, spilling out a grain of red and gold sand!

Yang Jian rushed forward too quickly, and directly crashed into this piece of sand, as if there was no hindrance, the three-pointed two-edged spear was erected and chopped down, but Zhang Shao was split vertically like chopping wood.

The dragon spear was stained with blood, and Yang Jian was also splashed with blood, standing there and gasping softly.

The red sand array slowly collapsed, and the red sand in the sky sank everywhere.

The people of Huanglong Dao realized that something was wrong and immediately moved forward.

"What's wrong with you, nephew?"

"It's okay, I'm blinded by the sand......" Yang Jian said in a low voice, his eyes were tightly closed and he couldn't open them, and the corners of his eyes were a little red and swollen.

But his mind is unhindered, and he can see the things around him.

At this time, the red sand in the sky had already fallen, and the Huanglong Daoist grabbed Yang Jian's arm and rose to the sky, let out a dragon groan from his mouth, rode the wind and clouds, and took Yang Jian directly back to Zhou Ying.

"Hurry! My nephew's eye hurts!"

The Huanglong Daoist shouted, and the Twelve Golden Immortals and many people immediately surrounded him.

Yuding Zhenren was the fastest, and he had arrived in front of Yang Jian in the blink of an eye, asking Yang Jian not to move, carefully observing Yang Jian's eyes, and then taking a spirit pill and feeding Yang Jian to take it carefully.

The master said: "If you cultivate for a few days, this sand is quite powerful." ”

"Yes, Master. Yang Jian agreed, Nezha and Huang Tianhua ran over to support him left and right, and he was pushed away with a smile.

"Although I am cultivating the physical body, I also have some Yuan Shen cultivation," Yang Jian closed his eyes and walked around, completely unhindered.

Huanglong Daoren coughed.

"The red sand array has been broken, and half of these ten peerless formations have been broken in the hands of our Yang Jian's nephew, and the army will be suspended for a few days, and this matter should be known to the Three Realms. ”

All the immortals are good, and they are all looking at the wooden sticks in the hands of the Huanglong Dao people.

Yang Jian walked over in two steps, grabbed the arm of the Huanglong Daoist, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Shi, where did your treasure come from?"

"What, do you want it?" Huanglong Daoist chuckled, took out the dead wood, and threw it into Yang Jian's arms, "Take it, don't say that the master is not generous! I still have a firewood pile for this thing!"

Yang Jian was messy for a while, took the wooden stick in his hand, and pinched it gently, but he directly crushed it.

Huanglong Zhenren said: "This is not a treasure, just a piece of immortal wood in the firewood house behind Kunlun Mountain, but it has a slight effect of destroying evil spirits. ”

"That master just ......"

"I, although I don't have any treasures, and I don't have much luck on weekdays, but my life is hard, and I don't care about the sky or the earth! ”

Yang Jian was stunned for a while.

Hard-hitting?

Is that okay?

The Divine Passage Method is completely useless, it is not as good as the Fuyuan Life Root?

Yang Jian sighed lightly, returned to the camp with the twelve golden immortals, and continued to break the formation after five days.

Yang Jian suddenly remembered a small fable he had heard when he was a child, the old man poured oil, but the oil passed through the mouth of the copper coin but did not spill a drop, the old man said: "Only the hands are familiar." ’

When he arrived at Huanglong's uncle, he was replaced by 'hard-eared'......

It's just that I'm a little tired from the battle, and I have a few days off while I have a slight injury in my eyes.

Yang Jian chuckled lightly and went to Ji Qianhua's small tent next to the main tent, Ji Qianhua served him to take off his armor, and then Yang Jian took the magpie's nest and asked her to go to the women's camp tent to make do for a few days.

This is not a gesture in front of the elders of the sect, but it is really nothing to be the daughter of Duke Zhou.

In the Yang Mansion, the Water Mirror Technique gradually dissipated, and all the female dependents of the Yang Mansion were also relieved.

Feng Wumei's eyes were full of brilliance, and she sat there and didn't know what she was thinking.

Yang Xiaochan ran to Ao Xinke's side for a while, and asked if the Huanglong real person had a magic trick called 'throwing sticks to ask for directions', if so, she would go to steal the teacher to learn to play.

Ao Xinke chuckled and shook his head, and whispered the reason.

"Uncle Huanglong is actually the elder brother of my clan, he has not yet transformed into a shape, he worshiped in Kunlun Mountain, the immortal relationship is deep, and the source of blessing is long. ”

"My dragon clan because of the ancient war with the Feng clan, shattered the flood and hit the way of heaven hard, so it was punished by the way of heaven, the clan will have less luck, and there is a debt to heaven and earth. ”

"But in that red sand formation, if one of them is not noticed, Master Huanglong will be in danger of death, so it will arouse his own life to ensure that he is not killed or injured, so no matter what kind of action he does, he can actually break the formation, and it has nothing to do with the wooden stick. ”

Xiao Chan'er was even more confused, "Your own life?"

Yao Ji seemed to know about this, and said with a smile: "Could it be that the real person of the Yellow Dragon is the last five-clawed golden dragon of the Three Realms?"

"Well," Ao Xinke nodded slightly, "Mother is right, Master Huanglong is the body of a five-clawed golden dragon, and it is precisely because of this that he can worship under the Sanqing Sect." The totem of the ancient human race is according to the depiction of Huanglong Shibo, the luck of the human race shelters him, and if the human race prospers, he can be guaranteed that he will not die or be injured. ”

Xiao Chan'er scratched her head, and suddenly became more confused.

Probably, that is, this kind uncle is hard enough to kill the opponent?

Yang Xiaochan suddenly felt the wonder of the desolate world, and was amazed.

......

In the Shang military camp, there was a gloomy cloud at this time.

The remaining five of the Ten Heavenly Monarchs didn't dare to come out of the formation, and Wen Zhong could only pace back and forth anxiously.

Glancing at the direction of Zhou Ying, Wen Zhong sighed.

When the Red Sand Array Master was killed by Yang Jian, he had already sent out a jade talisman and was waiting for a reply at this time.

Wen Zhong's jade talisman crossed the mountains and mountains, but it arrived near Jinao Island and fell into the hands of a dignified Taoist.

The man pondered, pinched his fingers and calculated, his brow furrowed.

Yang Jian...... How can it be so powerful? Ten friends are not afraid of evil spirit? How can this be a good ......?"

Just as he was muttering, this person suddenly saw a streamer flying out of Jinao Island, his eyes lit up, and he hurried forward.

"Fellow Daoists, please stay!"