red dust robbery

The next day when he went to battle, Yang Jian changed his official uniform and put on a soft armor. Without taking a single soldier, he only took a mouthful of Zhanlu, and then he and Di Qing came to the mouth of Haoshuichuan Valley.

The closer you get to the entrance of the formation, the more intense the wind blows, which is gloomy and piercing.

Di Qing was dressed in armor, with loose hair and a bronze mask covering his face. Immediately, it was impossible to connect with the heroic young general before him.

"True Monarch, this place is the formation gate, the situation in the formation is complicated, please pay more attention."

Yang Jian just nodded lightly, looked up at the lingering hostility above, frowned, Zhan Lu shook, a silver light flashed in the air, and the two rushed into the formation.

As soon as he entered the formation, he felt that the sky was dark and dark, and there was an overwhelming evil spirit sweeping in. The strong wind mixed with flying stones hit his body hard, and he almost couldn't stand on his feet.

The two couldn't tell the direction in the formation, and within two steps, there was a flame coming from the midair, and a burning feeling hit the whole body.

Di Qing swung the golden saber, and the flames disappeared for a moment, and then the two of them were lifted up in the air by waves pouring down from the sky, and the suffocation that almost drowned filled the eyes and ears.

But Yang Jian knew that everything was an illusion.

The illusion is false, but the wraith is real.

Three thousand resentful spirits floated in the air, rushing towards them like ghosts crying and howling wolves. The black evil spirit entangled the bodies of the two men and penetrated into the skin along the hair.

Yang Jian's hands and feet were bound by black air, and he couldn't move for a while.

"True monarch!"

Di Qing swung his knife to disperse the resentful spirits beside him, and was about to turn around to help, but saw a silver light bursting out from between the man's eyebrows, transforming into an overwhelming dazzling brilliance, driving away the thousands of black evil spirits without a trace.

Yang Jian jumped up in the air, looking around for hundreds of miles, he saw the stretch of Haoshui River, seven towering towers, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple flags and banners flying, and evil spirits lingering.

He frowned, and descended from the sky like a flying swallow, rushing toward one of the red banners. Suddenly, a red demonic light erupted from the star platform, and the huge impact hit his face. The golden flowing cloud brilliance between his brows Shooting in all directions, the divine light is like a sword, splitting the air, the two forces confront each other, the chaotic world collapses, and the sky is full of flying sand.

Suddenly, the eyes of the sky burst into a sharp silver light, like a bloody banner that ignited into flames, and instantly turned into fly ash, and there was a mournful cry in the air.

Yang Jian retracted his sword and fell to the ground, looking coldly at the instigator behind the banner: "He Lianpeng, it really is you!"

He Lianpeng sat high on the star platform, his hair was like snow, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and the center of his brows was bright red and blood-stained. For embarrassment.

"Yang Jian, you are meddling again!"

"He Lianpeng, you go against the way of heaven and do many injustices. You escaped by chance that day, and you still don't want to repent. You intervene in human wars and set up such a demon formation. What is your intention?"

"What heavenly way! If the way of heaven is fair, how can I practice hard for thousands of years without getting the right result!" He Lianpeng burst into laughter: "Yang Jian, I was just trying to settle accounts with you, but I didn't expect you to throw yourself into a trap. There is a way to heaven. If you don't go, There is no door to hell to cast!"

Before he finished speaking, black smoke billowed up behind him, and the burnt red banner above his head suddenly spread out, and it returned to its original state. The turbid air was entangled and infiltrated, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded, and the huge impact force struck head-on .

Yang Jian jumped back and retreated quickly. Di Qing had already stretched his bow and set up an arrow and flew from behind. The seven-star arrow pierced through the air and went away. Normally, rushing from left to right would not be able to break through the blockade of that cloud of black evil spirit.

Beads of sweat dripped from Di Qing's forehead. Suddenly, as if feeling the freezing air around him, he hurriedly waved his hand and recalled the arrow.

He Lianpeng laughed loudly, raised his hands and flags fluttered, and thunderbolts rolled down from the clear sky.

Yang Jian's body was as light as a swallow's, and he rushed over, grabbed the armor around his waist and lifted it up, avoiding several thunderstorms.

Di Qing broke out in a cold sweat, and managed to stand still: "This is..."

Before the words were finished, He Lianpeng had already taken advantage of the situation and sent three thunderbolts in a row. Yang Jian turned his head suddenly, his brows were like lightning, and intercepted the lightning in mid-air.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, it's better to go first." He said

He Lianpeng only felt the dazzling golden light in front of him, and when he fixed his eyes, there were no two figures in the formation, so he couldn't help but pick up the corners of his lips, showing a little bit of resentment: "Yang Jian, if you have the ability, come and try to break me!" Kill the array!"

The two of Yang and Jian came out and flew all the way to the Haoshuichuan Valley a hundred miles away. Di Qing stood still and looked back.

"True Monarch..." He turned his head to look at the once famous God of War of the Three Realms, and the latter only looked at the seven-color flags flying all over the sky, his eyes were condensed.

"Seven evil formations." Yang Jian said slowly, "The evil formation that the Yellow Emperor encountered in the battle against Chi You in ancient times."

However, this formation has been lost for a long time since the ancient battle of chasing the deer. Even Yang Jian only knew a thing or two from the well-known master Yu Dingzhen. How could He Lianpeng, a cultivator, present such a The killing array?

The seven eyes of the formation are immortal, with traps all over the formation, and they are dependent on the evil spirits in the formation, but they seem to be absorbing the surrounding resentful spirits. How many gates are there?

Looking at the black cloud-like sky over the Haoshui River, he frowned, then raised his eyes again, looking at the endless sky.

In the boundless sky, deep in the sea of ​​clouds, above 33 layers of heaven, in the Tushita Palace, the Taishang Laojun was so shocked that he dropped his whisk in his hand when he saw the sinuous lines on the tortoise shell in front of him.

"The Qisha reappears, and the Demon Lord is reborn." He murmured, "Oops, Oops!"

The three-headed Jiao in human form looked at Daozu, the head of the Three Purities, and the pale face of the patriarch who explained the teachings. He didn't understand for a while, so he said, "Taozu, what's wrong?"

But Laojun ignored him, recovered his senses, picked up the whisk and hurriedly called Tong'er to go out, so panicked that the three dragons grabbed him: "Daozu, Daozu, you can speak clearly before you go... My master is still waiting for an answer..."

Hearing this sentence, Laojun stopped as if thinking of something just now, searched around in the alchemy room, and found three talisman papers: "Here, this one, burn it to ashes in the water and let it burn to pieces. The soldiers of the whole army can resist the evil spirit in the formation, but the formation cannot be broken by ordinary people. Don't be head-on, you must find a way to delay the time, the old Taoist will go to the Lingxiao Palace to meet you, and let the heavens send reinforcements!"

"What... what seven evil spirits... hey -- Daozu, Daozu..."

The three-headed Jiao was confused, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but saw that the old gentleman with a bone-like fairy wind had already pulled the sleeve from his hand, and floated out of the door like a gust of wind.

He chased after a few steps, finally heaved a sigh, thinking that he had been delayed in the sky for many hours, he didn't know how the war in the world would be, so he had no choice but to get out of Tushita Palace, and turned around to come to the world.

One day in the sky, one year on the earth, more than a month has passed since he was lingering in the sky, and the autumn wind has entered the plug, and the cold and bleak golden wind blows all over the company camp.

For more than a month, Song Jun never sent anyone to enter the battle.

Yang Jian came back that day and reported the situation in Mu Shuai's formation. He drew a rough formation with his eyes, but as far as he knew, he still couldn't understand the subtlety of the formation. Study and ponder with Di Qing every day.

It was midnight when the three Jiaojiao came, after Yang Jian listened to his words, his handsome facial features looked very serious under the lamp.

"The Qisha reappears, the Demon King is reborn?" He repeated in a murmur, "Daozu said so?"

"Zhenjun, what do you mean by these words?" Seeing his serious face, Di Qing couldn't help but speak.

"In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor and Chi You fought in Zhuolu. Chi You lost to the Yellow Emperor's army, and he recruited all kinds of demons and set up an evil formation of seven evil spirits. The Yellow Emperor was defeated. He asked the Queen Mother of the West to send the Nine Heavens Profound Girl to help him. Only then did he break the formation and was defeated. Chi You. Chi You was defeated and killed. Before he died, he cursed the heavens and the earth and cast a poisonous curse. If one day the seven evil spirits reappear, it will be called the God of Killing. The color of the mountains and rivers will change, and the Three Realms will be overthrown!"

Di Qing and Sanshou Jiao exchanged glances, their colors changed slightly.

"It is said that when he was beheaded by the Yellow Emperor that day, his blood turned into a maple forest, and his soul was scattered all over the wilderness, but the resentment and hostility in his body remained for a long time. The Yellow Emperor was afraid that the curse would come true, so he obtained the sealing talisman in front of Queen Mother of the West. Zhuolu Field built a barrier to isolate that resentful land from the world—but now, tens of thousands of years have passed..."

Di Qing took a deep breath, tens of thousands of years have passed, maybe the seal has been--he raised his head: "What Zhenjun means is that the Qisha reappears, Chi You may..."

"I wondered back then that He Lianpeng, a cultivator, even if he entered the magic way, would never be able to escape from the Lotus Lantern, let alone rebuild the long-lost Seven Demon Formation. Now it seems that he is no more than It's a chess piece..." Yang Jian sighed, and shifted his gaze to the sand table of the formation in front of him: "You and I saw in the formation that day, there are seven formation eyes in the formation, corresponding to the seven formations, the flags and flags in the formation, They are all absorbing the evil spirit and resentment in the formation. Those are not only the unjust ghosts who wandered outside the jurisdiction of the underworld, but also the soldiers of Song and Xia who died in this evil formation. They were trapped in the formation without return. It will become a fierce ghost, and the resentment will be absorbed by the eyes of the formation, becoming the source of the power of the evil formation..."

"The seven evil spirits come again, the demon king is reborn..." he repeated, "Judging from the old man's hexagram, the reason why He Lianpeng set up the seven evil formations on the occasion of the Song Xia dispute is probably to use the opportunity to kill I am afraid that once the evil spirit of resentment is condensed to the extreme—”

Di Qing's complexion changed for a while, from suspicion to horror: "The rebirth of the devil...could it be..."

Yang Jian nodded: "We must prevent this from happening before then."

"But the master—" the three-headed dragon said, "Old gentleman, he said that this matter is no small matter, and told us not to act rashly..."

Di Qing gave him an annoyed look: "One day in the sky, one year on the ground. It has been more than a month since you came back from inquiring about the news. When the discussion in the Lingxiao Palace comes to a conclusion, I don't know what year and month it will be!"

Yang Jian was silent and did not speak, staring at the faint candlelight and lost his mind.

Suddenly, scattered footsteps sounded outside the tent: "Report, guard!"

"What's the matter?"

"Mourinho asked you to go to the tent of the Chinese army with General Di. He said that Lord Bai Wu from the empty island is here, and he brought your family with him."

Yang Jian suddenly raised his eyelids, looking a little startled, and exchanged a glance with Di Qing, then shook the hem of his blue clothes, opened the curtain and strode out.

As soon as he entered the tent of the Chinese army, he saw the familiar white clothes as expected.

I haven't seen him for several months, but Bai Yutang still looks unrestrained and self-satisfied. Apart from the dust all over his body, he doesn't seem to be tired at all. The young woman with loose arms on her temples, a plain dress, and her belly showing, is not Ah Jiu from his family?

Yang Jian took a deep breath, and immediately understood the feeling of helplessness that the second son of the Ding family felt when he couldn't catch his sister. He turned his eyes and turned to Bai Yutang.

Probably feeling his low-pressure aura suddenly sinking, Bai Yutang glanced at him: "Hey, cat, don't look at me, your own wife knows it well, if I don't bring her here, I'm afraid she will I ran over by myself!"

I have to thank you for co-authoring?

Yang Jian glanced at him, and in front of everyone, he endured it and did not speak.

However, Di Qing suddenly sensed the sudden coldness around him, and couldn't help shivering, and hastily opened his mouth to round up the words: "Mourinho, it's getting late, Mrs. Zhan is pregnant, and Bai Wuxia has also worked hard all the way. If we leave earlier, we will discuss the military situation tomorrow?"

Mu Guiying was both surprised and delighted by the sudden arrival of the two, after all, that one is the famous Chin Maoshu who is good at formation mechanism, and the other is the help she wanted to ask for in the first place.

Just looking at Ah Jiulong's rising belly, I can't help but feel apologetic.

She also gave birth to Yang Wenguang on the battlefield in Hongzhou back then. As someone who has been there, she knows the danger of a woman carrying a child on the battlefield, not to mention that this battle is extremely difficult and dangerous.

She glanced at the not-so-good-looking Nan Xia who was usually gentle and elegant, sighed slightly in her heart, and accepted Di Qing's invitation.

So without exchanging pleasantries, everyone went back to their tents to sleep. Di Qing led Bai Yutang to arrange a place for him, while the guard Zhan who didn't say a word immediately led his wife back to the tent with a gloomy expression.

As soon as he got back to the tent, Yang Jian let go of his hands, strode to the camp couch, lifted the hem of his clothes, sat still without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Ah Jiu knew that he was really angry.Even the gentle and elegant royal cat sometimes gets irritated, not to mention Zhenjun Erlang whose decision to kill cannot be questioned?At the moment, he just shrugged at the door, and walked over cautiously: "Are you angry?"

Yang Jian ignored her, but raised his eyes and glanced at her raised abdomen, opened his eyes calmly, and saw that the fetus in the womb was fine, then he calmed down a little, but still turned his face away, not making a move. One sound.

Ah Jiu had no choice but to persevere, leaning over and tugging on his sleeve: "Cousin..."

Yang Jian raised his eyes and saw her standing there with her belly outstretched, but finally couldn't bear it, sighed a long time, and pulled her to sit down: "You shouldn't come."

"It's been five months now, the fetus is sitting very firmly, and I don't feel as uncomfortable as before. With Fifth Brother Bai on the way, every time something big happens..."

She lowered her head and said something worthy, but she saw Yang Jian looking at her sullenly, "On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and you are full of hostility. You are not afraid of hurting yourself and your children!"

What he said made her unable to refute for a while.

As a mother, she knew that she should not lightly go to the bloody place on the battlefield, but there have been frequent ominous omens in the sky in the past few days. The fierce battle is imminent, and there has been no news from the Song Army for months, so how can she be alone at home?

His eyes fell on the sand table in front of him, and he said in a weak voice, "If I don't come...how do you plan to break this situation?"

Yang Jian raised his eyelids, the emotion in his eyes was inexplicable, and she was a little flustered, but he just took a breath and said slowly: "I know, back then, the Yellow Emperor broke Chi You's evil formation, and it was your master Jiutian Xuannv who planned the strategy." , Wu Qu Xingjun also mentioned that if His Highness Zhonghua is present, breaking the formation will be twice the result with half the effort, but—"

He paused, clenched his fists in his sleeves, and opened them again: "No matter how incompetent Yang Jian is, he won't let his pregnant wife fight for me!"

Ah Jiu's heart was shocked, and she opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to put it: "Cousin..."

He lowered his head and hesitated for a while before saying: "Don't get angry... I didn't mean that..."

"I know." Yang Jian sighed, and his tone softened, "But since I am a wife and father, I should protect my wife and children well, instead of letting you suffer from the army while pregnant, not to mention the fierce battle in front of you. material!"

"Since life and death are unpredictable, how can I stay in Kaifeng with peace of mind?"

"Ah Jiu..."

Ah Jiu sighed: "I once heard Master mention that when Chi You died, the seven evil formations reappeared in the world, and it was the time when the demon king was resurrected. This child can't be alone, there will always be catastrophes, instead of passively waiting, it is better to take the initiative to respond to disasters, maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

"But..." Yang Jian looked at her calm expression and didn't speak for a long time.

Knowing that what she said was right, she still felt at a loss in her heart.

Ah Jiu looked at him: "You are so indecisive, you were not like this before..."

So he had no choice but to smile wryly, then stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm greedy." He said, "I want to protect the creatures of the three realms, but I also want to protect my relatives..."

He once split Taoshan with his blood, but he had to watch his mother being sunburned to death.

He once forced his third sister under Huashan Mountain for the sake of life in Beijun, causing her mother and child to be separated for 16 years.

Only this time, he didn't want to make the same mistakes again.

Hearing his deep and long sigh, Ah Jiu felt the familiar temperature all around her, she shivered slightly, then turned around and hugged him tightly: "I will be careful."

It took a long time before I heard him say: "You are only allowed to strategize, and you are not allowed to go into battle to kill the enemy."

She was about to argue, but when she looked up, she saw that his lips were tightened, and she understood that this was his final bottom line: "Yes."

After a pause, he seemed to think of something again, and raised his head from his arms: "That Di Qing is Wu Qu Xingjun? Has his spirit awakened? Didn't he drink Mengpo soup?..."

Yang Jian lowered his head and glanced at her, the second half of the sentence was automatically muted, she looked at him and thought sullenly - why are you unhappy again?

The next day, Mu Guiying did not raise the account.

When Yang Jian took Ah Jiu to look for her in the Chinese army tent, he was told that the marshal had gone to the back mountain.

It was early in the morning, when the thin warm sun shone on the top of the mountain, Populus euphratica opened its branches and rose to the sky, the yellow sand was blowing across the face, the golden wind was strong, and the scorpion was flying, and the sound was in the ears.

But the spear dancer is dressed in dark red, his body is like a flying swallow, and smoke and sand are flying in the distance, the tip of the spear is like blood, and the cold light is like lightning. Those who have been killed for a long time also have to praise the good marksmanship.

"I have heard for a long time that the Yang family's spear is exquisite and unparalleled, and it really deserves its reputation." He said slowly, but his eyes fell on the silver spear, and he felt that the spear moved like a dragon snake, and the sharp killing intent was suppressed faintly at the tip of the spear.

That is a chilling aura that is different from mortal weapons, and it is an auspicious and auspicious aura that even Zhanlu Juque can't match.

Ah Jiu stared at it for a long time, then suddenly took a deep breath: "Liuhe Silver Spear?"

Liuhe Silver Spear is an artifact in Lishan's old mother's door in the Bixia Palace of Lihentian. It has been passed through the hands of many people for thousands of years, but now it has been submerged in the world for many years, but it still has an unstoppable killing intent.

Yang Wenguang stood under a tall Populus euphratica with his hands behind his back, and when he heard her tell the origin of the sharp gun, he glanced at her in surprise, and then raised his eyes leisurely: "Madam Zhan has good eyesight. It is a Liuhe silver spear. My mother carried this silver spear when she broke through the Tianmen Formation. She rode thousands of miles, killed countless people, and bled. No longer enabled."

It's just now——when the artifact reappears in the sky, is the time for killing and reappearing?

Ah Jiu and Yang Jian looked at each other, took a deep breath, and did not speak.

☆、Chapter 37