Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

Yang Jian's white robe moved without wind, and in the blink of an eye it turned into silver armor. The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and he slowly rose above everyone.

"I am the Holy Lord Erlang from Guanjiangkou!"

The sound was like thunder from the sky, exploding in the minds of everyone who heard it.

Before everyone's eyes, an image of a towering god seemed to appear, majestic and inviolable.

The golden light behind Yang Jian spread out like water waves, and the sacred aura instantly enveloped the entire world.

Lady Gai's face changed drastically below, and she pulled Huan Du Luolan behind her.

But the little princess of the southern country tried her best to stick her head out, staring at Yang Jian in the air without blinking, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Huan Du Qingtian faced this pressure head-on and found it difficult to breathe.

Even the sword power of Lu Dongxuan five hundred years ago, the sharpness of Li Chungang twenty years ago, and even the invincibility of Wang Xianzhi today, had never given him this feeling.

This has gone beyond the scope of power and is an absolute gap in the level of life.

Seeing that Huan Du Qing Tian did not move, Yang Jian put two fingers of his left hand together and pointed at the eye of heaven, and uttered four words softly: "Law of heaven and earth!"

In an instant, the golden light behind him condensed into a huge phantom.

The shadowy figure wore a Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown, silver armor and a white robe, with a vertical scar faintly visible between his eyebrows.

The shadow quickly expanded from ten feet to ten feet, then a hundred feet, and finally turned into a statue of a god standing tall.

The hundred-foot-tall image of Erlang Shen overlooks all living beings. Wherever his gaze reaches, all things submit.

Huan Du Qingtian's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

Even Wang Quanbaiye and others couldn't help but tremble - this was not because of fear, but the instinctive awe of lower life forms when facing higher beings.

At the same time, in the East China Sea Wudi City.

Wang Xianzhi suddenly opened his eyes and appeared on the top of the city wall in a flash.

He looked towards the south, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Although they are the same person, he also wants to know how big the gap is between "Emperor Fist" and Erlang Shen!

Is "Emperor Fist" better, or is Erlang Shen's all-round crushing victory?

Of course, we will have to wait until the fight to find out.

Within the territory of Aolai, a ball of golden light flashed violently.

Aolai Sanshao's voice was filled with unprecedented solemnity: "It was that power from before, which surpassed the power of this world... Things are a little out of control."

Since the past five hundred years, many things have been out of his control.

For example, when Li Chungang died, he wanted to stop it, but he was powerless!

At the same time, the powerful men in the Western Region's Sand Fox Palace, the Bitter Love Tree at Tushan, and the Wudang Golden Summit all looked up, sensing the terrifying aura that was above the heavens and the earth.

In Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Fuyao were also looking towards the south.

"There is a great war in the South! I just don't know who will fight with the Poison King!" Zhang Sanfeng's words were full of in-depth meaning.

"I don't think it will be another Demon King. After all, the relationship between humans and demons is tense right now, and Demon Kings won't fight each other.

But apart from the Dao League, the only person in our human race who can fight against the Poison King is Xianzhi, but Xianzhi is far away in the East China Sea and cannot be him. And in the Dao League, apart from Wang Quan Shouzhuo and Dongfang Guyue..."

Zhang Fuyao first eliminated the top warriors from both the human and demon races, but found that there was no one who matched.

Then Zhang Fuyao took out a letter.

"Master, please take a look at this letter first..."

After Zhang Sanfeng took it, he opened it and took a quick look.

"You are the head of Wudang now, so you can make the decision on this matter. Why ask me?"

But Zhang Fuyao said with a bitter face: "Grandmaster, you also know that I don't know how to use a sword..."

After hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng fell silent. He had actually forgotten about this.

If outsiders knew about this, they would probably laugh to death, especially those who know about Wudang.

The dignified Wudang Sect Leader, at the level of Great Demon King, couldn't use a sword...

"So what you mean is...?" Zhang Sanfeng probably guessed what Zhang Fuyao was thinking, but he still asked symbolically.

The next second, Zhang Fuyao said the result just as Zhang Sanfeng had guessed.

"I beg the Grandmaster to accept this child so that my Wudang can flourish and have more branches! I hope my Wudang heritage won't be cut off!"

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment after hearing this.

"Fuyao, accepting a disciple is a matter of fate. Of course, you are right. Wudang cannot break its inheritance! When the other party comes to Wudang, I will take a look!"

Zhang Fuyao was delighted when he heard this: "Yes, disciple thanks the master!"

Zhang Fuyao knew that what Zhang Sanfeng said was basically a success.

……

In the Southern Kingdom, Yang Jian's Dharma image slowly raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword, the tip of the blade pointing directly at Huandu Qingtian: "Poison Emperor, do you still want to fight?"

Huan Du Qingtian's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He had no doubt that with this blow, the entire Southern Kingdom might be reduced to ashes.

But his dignity as the Demon King kept him from kneeling. "Sir... who are you?"

Yang Jian did not answer, but just waved his weapon lightly, then turned around.

In an instant, the poisonous miasma that enveloped the valley melted away like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

The sun shone again, illuminating everyone's astonished faces.

Yang Jian turned his head slightly and looked at Huan Du Qingtian from the side.

The voice was emotionless, "You may call me Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun!"

Huandu Qingtian's expression changed several times, and he kept muttering, "Erlang appears as the Holy Lord..."

Chapter 143 The Li family’s past!

The sky in the south gradually returned to clarity, and the purple poisonous miasma receded like a tide.

Huan Du Qingtian stood there, his old face showing a changing mood, muttering something in a low voice, and finally he could only sigh.

"Forget it..." He shook his head, his eyes full of loneliness.

The Poison King, who had dominated southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, seemed particularly lonely at this moment.

He recalled the human geniuses he had met in the past five hundred years - Lu Dongxuan's Taoism, Li Chungang's sword, and Wang Xianzhi's fists, each of which had made him suffer.

Now there is another Yang Jian who may be even more terrifying than those three. Huan Du Qingtian just feels a tightness in his chest.

"Is this Southern Country a touchstone?" He smiled self-deprecatingly and turned to walk towards Huan Du Luolan and Gai Taijun.

"Let's go."

Huan Du Luo Lan was still standing on tiptoe, looking around, a strange light flashing in her eyes: "Father, that guy just now..."

Huan Du Qingtian looked at his daughter and said calmly, "Father is old and can't defeat him. If Luo Lan wants revenge, then find the strongest warrior in the world and ask him to help you get revenge!"

Lady Gai stood aside tactfully and said nothing.

Huan Du Qingtian took one last look in the direction of Yang Jian, and with a wave of his sleeves, the figures of the three people turned into purple smoke and dissipated into the air.

On the other side, with the departure of Huan Du Qingtian, the hundred-foot Dharma image behind Yang Jian began to slowly dissipate.

The majestic and sacred shadow fluctuated like a reflection in the water, and finally turned into golden light and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Yang Jian landed lightly on the ground, and his silver armor and white robe turned back into an ordinary gray gown.

He walked towards Wang Quan Baiye and others, and found that in addition to surprise, there was also a trace of awe that was difficult to conceal in everyone's eyes.

Wang Quan Baiye was still in shock, muttering subconsciously, "Yitan's brother... is far more terrifying than he described..."

Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo nodded at the same time.

The two brothers recalled their previous "battle" with Yang Jian in the ruined temple, and now they understood how much water the other party had released at that time - probably not just one or two rivers, but the entire Pacific Ocean.

Otherwise, how could they have escaped from that hundred-foot-long shadow just now?!

"How is your injury?" Yang Jian walked up to Wang Quan Baiye with a hint of concern in his tone.

After all, the two families are old friends, Wang Quan Baiye is the son of Wang Quan Shouzhuo, and he is also a good friend of his brother Yang Yitan.

If something really happened here, he wouldn't be able to explain it when he returned.

Wang Quan Baiye used his spiritual energy to check and saw that his complexion had improved significantly. "After adjusting his breathing, he's fine."

Yang Jian nodded: "Let's go, then, to avoid any more trouble."

The group quickly left the southern territory.

After crossing several hills, the view suddenly opens up - a vast grassland stretches to the horizon, and the breeze blows, and the grass waves roll like blue waves.

"Let's rest here for a while." Wang Quan Baiye suggested.

He turned to Li Zizai, his eyes full of inquiry: "Third brother, you just said that Sword God Li Chungang is your uncle...?"

This question is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Li Quzhuo also came forward, his face full of disbelief: "Yes, brother, how come I didn't know we had an uncle? And he's the legendary Sword God!"

Li Zizai did not answer immediately.

He looked into the distance with deep eyes, as if recalling something from the distant past.

The breeze blew his robe, making him look particularly lonely.

Li Quzhuo suddenly slapped his head: "I understand! Brother, did you just make up this story just to scare that old poisonous guy?"

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. "That must be the case! The situation was critical..."

This statement was recognized by everyone, even Dongfang Huaizhu nodded slightly.

After all, the name of Sword God Li Chungang is so famous that it is perfect for intimidating the enemy.

Only Yang Jian stood aside with a faint smile on his face.

He knew better than anyone that every word Li Zizai said was true.

"It's not made up." Li Zizai finally spoke, his voice low and firm, "We do have an uncle, Li Chungang."

He turned to his brother with a complicated look in his eyes. "I learned about this incident by chance when I was five years old."

The wind on the grassland suddenly became rapid, making everyone feel a little "suffocated".

Li Zizai took a deep breath and began to tell the story of the long-forgotten past.

"It all started with the Blue Sky Conference!"

“At the end of the Blue Sky Conference that day, I saw Wang Xianzhi find my father and hand him something.

That night, when I woke up, I happened to see my father heading to our Li family cemetery. Li Zizai's eyes gradually became blurry, as if he had returned to that night.

"I followed curiously, and then I saw my father standing in front of my grandfather's tombstone, holding a stone tablet and a half-broken sword in his hands..."

……

Li Ruojin came to the Li family cemetery and found the tombstone of his father Li Changyuan.

He was holding a stone tablet in his hand, and then Li Ruojin placed the stone tablet next to his father Li Changyuan.

He also used the broken sword in his hand to carve on it: Tomb of my brother Li Chungang!

After carving the words, Li Ruojin said without even turning his head: "Come out, if you want to see it, come forward."

The young Li Zizai realized that he had been discovered, and then came to Li Ruojin.

He looked curiously at the extra tombstone next to his grandfather.

"Father, who is this?"

Li Ruojin did not explain immediately. After pulling Li Zizai to sit down, he took out a jar of wine and two bowls from somewhere.

He first poured a bowl for Li Changyuan and Li Chungang, and then poured some for himself and Li Zizai.

"Come, have a drink with Dad."

After drinking a few bowls of wine, Li Ruojin began to talk about the past.