Chapter 441: Cast a stick for directions

At first, Yang Jian felt that Uncle Huang Long was a little bit unreliable, but after thinking about it, he was quite surprised.
This red sand array can scratch the spirit treasure, and Yang Jian’s profound body is itchy when it is hit by grains of red sand; but the wooden stick held by Taoist Huanglong does not have a half aura, but it is in the red sand array. Lossless.
　　 Could it be that this treasure stick is related to Zulong or something?
　　 Yang Jian was suspicious, but the twelve golden immortals over there were already a little bit about to fight.
　　 Chi Sperm is loyal and kind. Seeing Huanglong breaking through the formation is like a child's play, he whispered: "Big brother, why should I go to the formation to help?"
　　 Guang Chengko groaned a few times, nodding his head.
　　 "The second senior brother is not advisable," Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun said with a serious face, "Brother Huanglong dares to break through the battlefield, and he is dependent on his own. His techniques are profound and supernatural. If we help each other, I'm afraid it will offend him."
　　Puxian also said: "Brother Huanglong's heavy skinning, you and I knew it when I was practicing in Kunlun Mountain, so you can't help it at will."
　　 Real Taiyi snorted coldly, "What's the use of noodles? I'm going to fish them out!"
　　 Manjusri said: "Why are you so anxious? Why not wait a while?"
　　 A little sharp light flashed across the eyes of the real Taiyi, "Could you not see my master nephew's profound arts shocking the world, and want him to ruin his way in this red sand formation?"
"How did Junior Brother Taiyi speak such words?" The fearful grandson on the side couldn't help but speak, "We are the twelve golden immortals and are the mainstay of elucidation and education. We shall unite as one, and don't make jokes in front of cut-off education !"
　　 The great master Lingbao, who was squinting his eyes and dozingly, chuckled lightly, and all his words were filled with laughter.
　　 Guangcheng Zi finally said: "You must not fight anymore. With Junior Brother Yuding here, Senior Nephew Yang Jian will be fine."
　　 As soon as his words fell, the immortals just remembered something and looked at the real Jade Ding sitting in the corner.
　　 The real man Yuding opened his eyes, smiled uncomfortably at the fellow apprentice brothers, closed his eyes again, and continued to relax.
It seems to be a kind of Taoist rhyme, but I don't know what kind of magical power it is. The real person of Yuding can always make people ignore his existence subconsciously. Carefully appreciate it, it seems to be a kind of wonderland in the world, which is beyond the reach of ordinary monks. .
　　 is also right, the Yuding is here, and the ten must be broken.
　　 They place so much importance on Shijue formation here, so anxious, but breaking the Shijue formation has unknowingly become an excellent opportunity for real Yuding to train their disciples.
　　 is also the only real Taiyi who knows Yuding quite well. At this time, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
　　 Yuding's temperament, Taiyi knows well.
　　 If Yang Jian is really fascinated by the Taoist Huanglong in the red sand formation, the two will definitely not die, but they will definitely suffer a lot of hardships. Only the moment of life and death will Yu Dingfang rescue him.
　　 Yang Jian was taken care of by the master most of the time.
　　 "There seems to be a change in the array!"
　　 The true monarch of Qingxu morality suddenly uttered, and the true man Taiyi also took in his mind, and his consciousness was enveloped in the red sand array.
　　 In the red sand formation, the evil spirits condensed into black snakes, like hair, constantly attacking the two.
　　 The red sand arrays seemed to be anxious to advocate Shao, the sky filled the red sand began to show many changes, sometimes turned into a sword attack, sometimes turned into a sea of ​​spears.
　　 Yang Jian has already stood in front of Huanglongdao, holding a three-pointed two-bladed spear and dancing continuously, and the attack will be broken one after another.
　　The magical method of the dragon spear is not bad, and Xuan Gang becomes a shadow dance universe!
　　 The twelve golden immortals could not see the place where the altar was located outside the formation, but after careful calculation, Yang Jian and Taoist Huanglong seemed to be approaching the altar in the formation!
　　Red sand formation!
　　 "Master nephew, let's go slowly."
　　 The Taoist Huanglong suddenly called to Yang Jian, grabbed the ugly dead tree, raised his hand and threw it up. The dead tree fell on the palm of his hand and pointed somewhere.
"this way!"
　　 "Okay!" Yang Jian promised, following the direction pointed by the end of the dead wood, rushing forward with the Taoist Huanglong.
　　 The red sand formations burst into waves, and the entire formation is like a sea of ​​blood, pressing Yang Jian and Taoist Huanglong into patties.
　　 But although the Taoist Huanglong has no treasures, his mana is extremely strong. Although he can't resist the evil spirits, it also relieves Yang Jian a lot of pressure.
　　 "Here!"
　　 "Here!"
　　 "Quickly, quickly! I feel close to the guy who spreads the sand!"
　　 Feeling...
　　 Yang Jian staggered and almost fell somersault.
　　 The red sand is thicker and thicker, and they are already running through the ground. If a mortal falls here, there will be no scum left behind.
　　In front, red sand suddenly condensed into a wall, Yang Jian jumped up suddenly, Taoist Huanglong clasped Yang Jian's shoulders tightly, and jumped directly...
　　 Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged spear slashed fiercely, and the red sand in front of him disappeared, revealing an open space with a diameter of ten feet.
　　 The red sand surrounds a ‘bucket’, and the bottom of the bucket is the four altars, and on the altar, the Taoist man who holds a ‘dustpan’ in both hands and hangs his head is full of disbelief...
　　 Shi Tianjun, Zhang Shao!
　　 "Go to my nephew!"
　　 Huanglong Taoist shouted, Yang Jian had already swooped out.
　　 "How is it possible! You guys broke my big formation like this!" Zhang Shao gritted his teeth and roared, and the dustpan in his hand raised Yang Jian forcefully, sprinkling a red and gold sand!
　　 Yang Jian rushed forward too quickly and directly rammed into this piece of sand. As if there were no obstacles, the three-pointed two-bladed gun was erected and chopped off, but Zhang Shao was chopped vertically like wood.
　　The dragon spear was stained with blood, and Yang Jian was also splashed with blood, standing there gently panting.
　　 The red sand array slowly collapsed, and the sky full of red sand sank everywhere.
　　 Huanglong Taoist found something wrong, and immediately moved forward.
　　 "What happened to you, nephew?"
　　 "It's okay, I'm blinded by the sand..." Yang Jian said in a low voice, his eyes were tightly closed, and his eyes were a little red and swollen.
　　 But his sense of consciousness is unobstructed, and he depends on the things around him.
　　 At this time, the red sand in the sky had fallen, and the Taoist Huanglong grabbed Yang Jian's arm and rose into the sky, with a dragon chant in his mouth, riding the wind and the clouds, and took Yang Jian directly back to Zhouying.
　　 "Quick! My nephew's eyes hurt!"
　　 Taoist Huanglong shouted, and the twelve golden immortals and many doormen immediately surrounded them.
　　 Jade Ding is the fastest real figure. The blink of an eye has reached Yang Jian, telling Yang Jian not to move, carefully observe Yang Jian's eyes, and then take a spirit pill and feed it to Yang Jian carefully.
　　Master said: "You have to cultivate for a few days, this sand is quite powerful."
　　 "Yes, Master." Yang Jian promised, Nezha and Huang Tianhua ran over to support him, and he pushed them away with a smile.
　　 "Although I am cultivating a physical body, my primordial spirit is also somewhat cultivated," Yang Jian closed his eyes and walked around without hindrance.
　　 Taoist Huanglong coughed.
　　 "The red sand formation has been broken. This ten must-have formation has been broken in half in the hands of our teacher-nephew Yang Jian. Let the troops rest for a few days. 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 Taoist Huanglong.
　　 Yang Jian walked over in two steps, grabbed Taoist Huanglong's arm, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, where does your baby come from?"
"Why, do you want it?" Taoist Huang Long chuckled, took out the dead wood, and threw it into Yang Jian's arms. "Take it, let alone uncle is not generous! I still have a pyre for this thing. !"
　　 Yang Jian was messed up for a while, holding the wooden stick in his hand, squeezing it lightly, and actually crushed it directly.
　　 Huanglong's real person said: "This is not a treasure, it is just a piece of fairy wood in the firewood house in the back mountain of Kunlun Mountain, but it has a little evil effect."
　　 "That uncle just now..."
　　 "I, although I don't have any treasures, I don't have much luck on weekdays, but my fate is hard. It doesn't matter whether the sky or the ground! Haha, let's rest."
　　 Yang Jian was stunned for a while.
　　Fate is hard?
　　 This also works?
　　 God channel method is completely useless, is it not as hard as the root of blessing?
　　 Yang Jian sighed lightly, and returned to the camp with the twelve golden immortals, and continued to break the formation after meeting for five days.
　　Yang Jian suddenly remembered a little fable that he had heard when he was young. The old man pours oil, but it can make the oil pass the coin but not drop a drop. The old man said: ‘Only hands are familiar. ’
　　When I arrived at Uncle Huang Long, it was replaced with "Fate and Hard Ear"...
　　 That's all, I was a bit tired from the battles, and took advantage of some minor injuries to my eyes, and took a few days to rest.
　　 Yang Jian chuckled 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 nest and let her go to the female barracks for a few days.
　　 This is not a pretentious gesture in front of the elders of the teacher, but it is really nothing to do with Zhou Gong's daughter.
　　In the Yang Mansion, the water mirror technique gradually dissipated, and all the female families in the Yang Mansion were relieved.
　　 Feng Wu's beautiful eyes were radiant, sitting there not knowing what he was thinking.
　　Yang Xiaochan ran to Ao Xinke for a while and asked if there was a magic trick called "Pitch a stick to ask the way" by the real Huanglong. If there is, she would learn to play with it.
　　 Ao Xinke chuckled and shook her head, and whispered the reason.
　　 "Uncle Huanglong is actually the elder brother of my clan. Before he was transformed, he worshipped Kunlun Mountains. He has a deep fairy relationship and a long blessing."
"My dragon clan was punished by the heavens because of a battle with the Feng clan in ancient times, breaking the wilderness and severely injuring the heavens. Therefore, the people of the clan must have little luck and owe the heavens and the earth. Therefore, Uncle Huang Long has been haunted by bad luck. No reputation."
"But in the red sand formation, if one is not observed, Uncle Huang Long will be a deadly situation~EbookFREE.me~ so it arouses his own life and protects him from death and injury, so No matter what you do, you can actually break the formation, it has nothing to do with the stick."
　　 Xiao Chan'er couldn't figure it out even more, "My fate?"
　　 Yao Ji seemed to know this, and smiled: "Could it be that Huanglong is the last five-clawed golden dragon in the Three Realms?"
"Yeah," Ao Xinke nodded slightly, "Mother is right. Uncle Huanglong is the body of a five-clawed golden dragon, and because of this, he can only worship Sanqingmen. The ancient human race's totem is based on Huanglong. The uncle portrayed that the human fortune sheltered him, and as long as the human prospered, he would be protected from death and injury."
　　 Xiao Chan'er scratched his head, and suddenly became even more confused.
　　 Probably, that is, this benevolent uncle is hard enough to defeat his opponent?
　　 Yang Xiaochan felt the miraculousness of the prehistoric world, and was amazed.
　　……
　　In the business barracks, at this time, there is a bleak cloud.
　　 The remaining five of Shi Tianjun did not dare to come out of the formation, Wen Zhong could only pace back and forth in a hurry.
　　 Looking at Zhou Ying's direction, Wen Zhong sighed.
　　 When the Red Sand Array Master was beheaded by Yang Jian, he had already sent out a jade charm, and he was waiting for a reply.
　　 Wen Zhong’s jade talisman climbed over the mountains, but it reached near Jin'ao Island and fell into the hands of a handsome Taoist.
　　 The man was in deep thought, pinching his fingers, and frowning.
　　 "Yang Jian...could be so mighty? Ten friends are fearless? How can this be good..."
While 　　 was whispering, the man suddenly saw a stream of light flying out of Jinao Island, his eyes lit up, and he hurried forward.
　　 "Tao friends, please stay!"