The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The Feng clan has disappeared, and its blood is hard to find in the world, but if we use the Qintian Baojian, can we find the place where the blood of the Feng clan is kept?

Yang Jian's thought surfaced, and gradually became irresistible...

A group of dragon masters surrounded Yang Jian, drove the clouds across the mountains, and headed towards the southwest with the wind.

The dragon clan really regarded Yang Jian as a treasure, fearing that he would be tricked by the monster clan, they did not hesitate to change their usual attitude of avoiding and watching the battle, and directly sent a large number of experts to rescue him.

Yang Jian didn't want to enter the East China Sea Dragon Palace at this time, and the dragon master directly escorted him back to Yuquan Mountain.

Why is the Dragon Clan so nervous about Yang Jian? There are many reasons for this, such as Yang Jian's luck, the variables and opportunities brought to the Dragon Clan, and the Dragon Clan's expectation of Yang Jian, hoping that Yang Jian can occupy a place in the heaven in the future, so as to improve the current situation of the Dragon Clan.

But more importantly, it was Yang Jian's ax that split Taoshan.

Coming from the prehistoric times, I don't know how many catastrophes, how many catastrophes, how many races, how many masters, and how many monks who have amazed the world have been overthrown in many catastrophes.

Therefore, the dragon clan does not mention the secrets here, and there are few people who know about them in Honghuang.

But Yang Jian himself didn't feel how "precious" he was. When he was escorted back to Yuquan Mountain, he was always thinking about it.

Since his debut in the wild, there are very few things that can make him so embarrassed that he ran away without hitting him.

Although it is because there are too many masters in the ambush of the monster clan, the heart of killing him is extremely firm, and even the secret treasure is used... But Yang Jian still feels a little bored. If he doesn't find this place, his thoughts will not be smooth.

So, how to do it?

Speaking of prehistoric calculations, the most commonly used ones among monks will inevitably have a plan to kill with a knife.

Yang Jian kept thinking in his mind, and various forces flashed across his mind, elucidating teachings, cutting teachings, monster clan, witch clan, dragon clan, phoenix clan, heavenly court, Western religion...

If the Western Sect and the Feng Clan can be dragged into this muddy water, it would be perfect.

As they were walking, Yang Jian asked casually: "Do you know, senior, where is the whereabouts of the Feng Clan in this world?"

The old man with the dragon head, who was concentrating on guarding against the changes around him, was startled for some reason. For some reason, Yang Jian suddenly asked about the Feng Clan. After pondering for a while, he smiled and said, "The Phoenix Clan is too violent. The catastrophe in those years and the collapse of the prehistoric land are also the reasons why they want to die with our Dragon Clan. Now in this world, there may be real Phoenixes, but they are no longer ancient and powerful."

Yang Jian frowned.

Could it be that there are still pure-blooded phoenixes?

In order for his own sword to be forged as soon as possible, Yang Jian didn't care too much, and asked: "I want to get the blood of the phoenix, what should I do?"

"Phoenix blood can't be stored, so I have to... what to do with it?" The old man with the dragon head looked at Yang Jian, "Phoenix blood is extremely powerful. If you want to use it to beat the body, it is really too risky."

"For it," Yang Jian held the pointed spear in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "I have entrusted the Dragon Palace to help me find the crystal of the prize gold, I have obtained the iron that contains the gods, and the soul of the dragon clan has been dealt with by the evil dragon. What is lacking now is the blood of the phoenix clan to forge this magic weapon."

"Phoenix blood, dragon soul..."

The old man with the dragon's head pondered for a while, and finally just nodded slowly, without any anger, but smiled lightly.

"So that's how it is. My family has worked so hard but can't complete this gun. I've thought about it but I'm waiting for the true master."

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, the title of the Lord of Destiny is really a bit...secondary.

The old man with the head of the dragon said: "It is not difficult to find the crystal of the lottery gold. Yesterday, our family sent soldiers to search for it in a big world. The result will be obtained in a short time. The soul of the evil dragon can also be taken first and suppressed in this gun. As long as we find some powerful descendants of the Phoenix clan and kill them for their blood, this gun will surely succeed."

"The difficulty is that it is hard to find a master of the Phoenix clan..."

"Actually, it's not difficult." The old man with the dragon head smiled lightly, and what he said next made Yang Jian a little excited.

In the south, there is sycamore wood, which can be used to accelerate ripening.

As long as Yang Jian finds the rumored sycamore tree, the spiritual root of heaven and earth, and then takes the branches of the sycamore tree, and finds the bird with the blood of the phoenix hidden, he has a chance to ripen into an existence close to the real phoenix.

But the purer the phoenix blood, the stronger the power of the non-pointed spear after it is formed. Although this method is feasible, it still needs more consideration.

While speaking, Yuquan Mountain was already visible in the distance. Yang Jian bid farewell to all the dragon masters, made a bow, and watched the dragon masters who protected him back leave.

Looking at Yuquan Mountain, Yang Jian smiled wryly.

"This is really..."

I walked around Luzhou in Beiju and returned empty-handed.

Shaking his head, he jumped into the formation around Yuquan Mountain, went to say hello to Xiao Chan'er and his mother, and then went into the cave, looking for his master to think about some countermeasures.

Master Yuding heard what Yang Jian said, nodded slightly, and said: "In the past, Fuxi was a great power of the Yaozu, so it is reasonable to leave the Qintian Baojian with the Yaozu. But Emperor Fuxi can go to the Dragon Clan to communicate and let the Dragon Clan protect you. This is also a kindness. You will be a good student in the future to thank you."

"Well, I understand," Yang Jian agreed, "Master, is there a way to break the Qin Tian Bao Jian?"

Yu Ding also didn't want Yang Jian to always be in danger, so he asked, "Is this trip a must?"

"I have to go," Yang Jian told Master about Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

"Good," Daoist Yuding raised his hand a little, and a crystal-like light spot slowly floated up and landed in Yang Jian's hand.

It was a fragment the size of a fingernail, without any dao rhyme or fluctuations on it, it looked like a stone that only glowed.

Yang Jian quietly waited for the master to speak, but Yuding just said: "Put this thing on your body, Qin Tian Bao Jian will never be able to find you."

"Huh?" Yang Jian held the jade piece in front of him and looked at it carefully, only feeling that the piece of jade was transparent and clear, but that was all.

The Jade of Bullying Heaven.

Can a piece of jade be hidden from the heavens?

Yang Jian thought of the legendary jade dish, but then rejected the idea.

The good fortune jade plate is a sacred object used by the Taoist ancestors, and it is also the "body" where the heavenly dao originally resided. If this jade fragment is related to it, then it is truly amazing.

Yang Jian tied the broken pieces of jade around his neck, made a small pendant, and wore it close to his body. He felt his eyes clear and his breathing smooth.

Following that, Yang Jian hesitated to speak.

Qintian Baojian is Fuxi's previous life, who deduced the way of heaven to a certain extreme, so he can use the power of the way of heaven to do the thing of finding people and things.

The rare thing is that everything can be found.

Yang Jian's bold idea was to snatch the Qintian Baojian and use it to find the whereabouts of Fengxue.

However, this treasure must be controlled by the power of the monster clan, and it is really difficult for Yang Jian to get it.

"Master..."

Yang Jian hesitated a little, but he couldn't say the words to ask Master to come out to help.

What kind of wisdom was Yu Ding, and he knew Yang Jian quite well. He said, "Just go to Xuanyuan's tomb. As a teacher, I will secretly act and take that treasure for you. One day this thing is in the hands of the demon clan, and you will have no peace."

"Thank you, master," Yang Jian sighed in his heart, but he might be able to fight Da Luo, and fight Da Neng...

With the blessing of good fortune of tens of thousands of years, maybe it is a little bit possible.

After deciding all these things, Yang Jian used the method of change to slip away through the cave door, but he didn't want his mother and younger sister to see him running around.

Going north for the second time, Yang Jian felt a little stressed in his heart.

Before going to Beiju Luzhou, Yang Jian was extremely confident. He felt that he slipped into the Xuanyuan Tomb and pretended to kill Daji inadvertently.

He never thought that the Xuanyuan Tomb had become a hornet's nest, he was not picking things out of pockets, but picking chestnuts out of fire, and he was almost shot to death by the powerful monster clan.

At this time, Yang Jian knew that there were masters in Beiju Luzhou who could easily crush him, and Daozang who could make him soar into the sky. Opportunities and risks coexist, and strength needs to be earned with one's life.

The mood suddenly stirred up.

Strategies, force, supernatural powers, mysterious methods.

He didn't dare to make any more mistakes, and turned into a common bird in Central Shenzhou and Beiju Luzhou, driving day and night, stopping and going, not too vigilant.

Flying to the border of Luzhou in Beiju again, Yang Jian made a detour towards the northeast, his figure gradually disappeared in the thick miasma.

...

In the Xuanyuan Tomb, which looks like an upside-down bowl, there is a beautifully decorated stone cave.

Three figures, one man, two women, were either sitting or lying down, whispering something softly there.

An old woman sat cross-legged in a corner holding a pear-wood staff, with a complicated disc in front of her.

The disc rotates slowly, on which there are the law of the eight trigrams of heaven and earth, which is quite mysterious.

A beautiful woman was lazily lying behind layers of curtains, with phoenix eyes and red lips, her face was like a peach blossom, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, but she spread her spiritual consciousness all over Beiju Luzhou.

And a man in pitch-black battle armor was sitting on an armchair with big swords and horses, with three blood-colored orbs floating in front of him.

The moment Yang Jian entered Beiju Luzhou, the three orbs trembled at the same time.

"He's here, and he's gone and returned." The man said in a low voice, "May I use the treasure mirror this time?"

"The treasure mirror can only be used three times, and it should not be opened lightly," the old woman said with a smile. "When he enters the Xuanyuan Tomb, he will be unable to get out, live, or die."

The beautiful woman laughed coquettishly, but she didn't say anything, she just continued to use her supernatural powers to cover Xuanyuan's tomb, preventing the three of them from revealing their aura...

She said coquettishly: "Let's be more careful, if the second generation of Chanjiao attacks, we'll leave immediately."

The old woman and the general nodded at the same time, and their faces were quite cautious.

Wanting to kill Yang Jian is not something that can be done with a raised hand, and there are many scruples.

Five catties and six liang, mother and daughter are safe.

Take time out of your busy schedule to earn money for milk powder... hide your face.