The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Originally, Beizhou Xuangui had no quarrel with the world and lived here leisurely, but he was very similar to the real Yuding, with no enmity outside and no trace in his heart.

It's a pity that it contains a rare bead——Kaihong Xuanzhu, which attracts the coveting of Kunpeng, a demon master who is also a great power in Beizhou. Kunpeng couldn't help Xuangui, so he made a sinister plan to make Xuangui a "bird" among three birds with one stone...

The black tortoise was beheaded by the saint, and its four legs were used to support the world. Its resentment and blood were difficult to melt. Although the true spirit was extradited by the saint and reincarnated into the fate of the three emperors and five emperors of the human race, the remnants of resentment still linger, and Beizhou has been dark for an unknown number of years.

The instigator, Kunpeng, was still hiding somewhere. Although the saint was ashamed of Xuangui, he did not take action to kill Kunpeng.

So, how can Xuan Gui's obsession be dispelled?

But today Yang Jian saw the remnant spirit of the mysterious tortoise, and he didn't feel any tyranny, nor did he feel any resentment or hatred;

Yang Jian felt a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't ask, 'Senior, why are you so good-tempered'.

Probably, it is the nature of the black turtle.

"This is a treasure for storage," the old man Xuangui explained in a slow voice. He picked up the belt and gently stroked it, and put it in Yang Jian's hand. "The red stone is a strange stone for hiding spirits. It can let the living people hide in it. It's good for you to put a few pieces of furniture in it. This treasure is so strange that you can hide in it yourself. If you are not a cultivator who knows the way of the universe, you will not be able to find you."

Surprised, Yang Jian looked at this somewhat plain waistband.

"This is my favorite treasure. It's called the Black Tortoise Belt. The other two stones can also be used for hiding things. The green one contains some spirit root grasses, and the purple one contains some sundries."

The old man Xuangui's eyes lingered a little on Xuangui's belt, until Yang Jian was embarrassed to take it away and wanted to return it.

Yang Jian said: "Senior, it's enough for me to get some treasures for fighting skills..."

"Take it, take it." The old man Xuangui waved his hand, showing some gentle smiles to Yang Jian, "You can come here, you will have a lot of things to do in the future, and you will face more difficulties and ups and downs. I have been reincarnated. Since he didn't take these things away, they are all for you."

There are many messages in the old man's words that Yang Jian can't understand, and there are mysteries everywhere.

Hearing this, Yang Jian kept these words in his heart, and suddenly thought of a somewhat blurred picture...

It was a wilderness full of white flowers. When the wind blew, there were many bones under the white flowers.

At the end of the line of sight, the figure standing at the end of the sea of ​​flowers turned to look at him, and seemed to say something; but the person's face and figure were blurred, and the words he said were unclear.

"Get dressed first, let's hurry up, the fairies outside don't wait too fast."

"Yes," Yang Jian replied, and tied the black turtle belt around his waist. He looked more energetic, and his temperament became more restrained.

The old man Xuangui tapped Yang Jian twice, as if he wanted to splash a few drops of blood on Yang Jian's precious body, but he didn't think about it, but he just broke Yang Jian's protective Xuangang, causing a small scar, but the scar healed quickly, without even a drop of blood.

This is... embarrassing.

"I'll do it myself," Yang Jian forced out three drops of blood from his fingertips, which melted into the three gemstones on the girdle, and his mind was slightly in a trance, as if he was connected with the girdle.

With a thought, he scanned all the space inside the belt.

Although it is only a treasure for storage and not a spiritual treasure, the value of this treasure is far more than ordinary spiritual treasures just because of hiding in place.

What makes Yang Jian even dumbfounded is that there are many treasures piled up in the black tortoise belt, all of which are hard to find in this world, among which there is a large piece of crystal of prize money.

The first piece is a black turtle belt, and the second piece is... a slingshot?

"Don't dislike this little thing," the old man Xuangui laughed, Yang Jian looked a little weird, and took the slingshot respectfully.

The slingshot is as golden as a whole, but it is extremely heavy to hold; the drawstring of the slingshot is made of unknown material, and Yang Jian needs eight minutes of strength to pull it fully.

Yang Jian's physical strength at this time, especially the strength of his arms, is already comparable to or even surpassed most Da Luo Jinxians of Yuan Shen Dao, and it takes eight parts of his strength to pull this treasure...

Moreover, this object is not a spirit treasure, nor is it a magic treasure, because it simply shoots missiles.

"This is a good thing." The old man Xuangui smiled and took out two silver beads on the bookshelf, and stuffed them to Yang Jian. "If you hit it, no matter how far you hit it, these two orbs will return."

Silver bullets and golden bows.

Yang Jian only knew that Erlang God must be a three-pointed double-edged sword in the myths handed down by later generations. In fact, he didn't know that this silver bullet and golden bow was also Erlang God's treasure to kill the enemy... well, it's a treasure for dog and bird walking.

Putting the slingshot in the girdle, Yang Jian thought for a while, and moved his wealth out of the magic weapon for storage given by his master, and put it in the black turtle belt.

He liked these two treasures very much, and couldn't help but look forward to the third one.

The third piece was a pale yellow robe.

Pale yellow robe.

"This is the only treasure I can take out," the old man Xuangui sighed softly, stroked the robe, handed it to Yang Jian, and specially instructed: "Don't worry, this robe is new. Originally, I planned to wear it to pay homage to my old friend after practicing it. Unexpectedly, before I had time to go, disaster has already happened."

Yang Jian was silent, he didn't dare to show any sympathy for Xuan Gui's experience back then, because he didn't have the qualifications.

Putting on the robe, all poisons and evils cannot enter, it can block wind, fire, water and soil, and it can fix everything in the universe.

This is the first innate spirit treasure that Yang Jian obtained. Its spirit is peaceful and steady, and it expresses a little closeness to Yang Jian and agrees with Yang Jian's refining.

The old man Xuangui spread out his clothes, but Yang Jian couldn't retreat, so he had to wear a light yellow robe on his body.

This light yellow robe is a long garment system, and the whole body is light yellow, so it is called light yellow robe. The material used is coarse cloth, but when you look closely, the texture is extremely fine, which is self-explanatory.

If it is worn outside, it is a elegant scribe; if it is armored on the upper body, it is another set of battle skirt.

It is said that good clothes match beautiful women, but this fell on Yang Jian, but he is handsome and well dressed.

The old man Xuangui also nodded with great satisfaction, the light yellow robe and the Xuangui belt complement each other, making Yang Jian look more energetic.

"In the future, we should be less contaminated with women. Don't learn from my reincarnation, who don't know restraint."

If the old man Xuangui's words fell into Xuanyuan Huangdi's ears, it must be...

Yang Jian smiled and thanked the old man.

The three treasures have already been harvested quite a lot; Yang Jian has a mountain axe and a pointless spear in his weapons. In the future, the pointless spear can also be transformed into a three-pointed double-edged spear.

In fact, most of the treasures in the mysterious turtle belt are hard to find in this world, and some of them were snatched by the powerful in ancient times.

The harvest of entering Miasma Mie Lake this time is quite rich.

As soon as I heard the old man Xuangui say that Fairy Qiongxiao was still outside trying to rescue her, Yang Jian also had a little more affection for this Mistress Sanxiao.

That kind of pure affection between juniors and elders...

The old man Xuangui caressed the slips and jade plaques on the bookshelf with his wrinkled hands, and sighed: "Look at these collections more, it will be beneficial to you."

"yes."

Yang Jian respectfully responded, and put away the entire bookshelf under the gesture of the old man.

The hall suddenly became much empty, because there was only this one bookshelf, and the rest were the water pool exuding immortal energy, the alchemy furnace, and the Dharma plate.

"Come here, and I will entrust you with these precious medicines. These are all good things left by the saints."

The old man Xuangui took Yang Jian's arm and walked to the alchemy furnace.

Left by the saint?

Yang Jian was a little puzzled, but the old man Xuangui slowly described what happened after he was killed.

This pill furnace and the twelve soul-nourishing pills in the furnace were refined by Lao Tzu, a sage of Taiqing, which can make the black turtle's soul immortal, abandon the body, go back to the primordial way, and practice for another life.

"Senior, why don't you use it?" Yang Jian asked a little puzzled.

The old man Xuangui shook his head lightly, and said: "I don't want to be favored by them. Although they are not the culprits who killed me, they are also the executioners of heaven."

Yang Jian was silent, and he didn't quite understand.

"Since you can stand here today, you will know some things in the future. Put away the pill furnace. This is a saint's property. It can be given to your teacher to study, and it will be beneficial to his alchemy. This furnace of pill may heal his wounds on the Dao."

Yang Jian was ecstatic when he heard the words, and bowed to the old man Xuan Gui, unable to get up for a long time.

He didn't thank the old man Xuangui too much before, because this was a deal between him and Xuanyuan Huangdi. Today Xuanyuan Huangdi helps him in his cultivation, and tomorrow he will achieve great Xuangong, and he will help Xuangui avenge his blood hatred.

But this furnace of elixir can actually heal Master's great injury!

Yang Jian is naturally extremely grateful to his master, which makes him more happy and excited than giving him a hundred spirit treasures.

Don't think too much about how Xuan Gui knows who his master is. It's normal for such a big man who will survive hundreds of millions of years after his death to have scary supernatural powers.

Putting away the alchemy furnace, Yang Jian made another salute, the old man Xuangui still couldn't see the anger, and the action of pulling Yang Jian was more gentle.

Leading Yang Jian to the magic circle, the old man said: "This small island is my body. Although the big formation on it is arranged by a saint, it draws my own mana. Please tell the girl outside to stop, otherwise she will make a mistake when you take away the profound blood."

Yang Jian was a little embarrassed.

He glanced at the treasure pool, and then at the magic circle in front of him.

I should enter the pool to practice later, and taking away the profound blood is actually consuming the power of the profound blood to increase my cultivation.

As I practice, the outer formation will become weaker and weaker, maybe halfway through my cultivation, the formation will be broken by Qiong Xiao, which will prevent me from being able to complete it...

"Senior, can I have a few words with her?"

"Good," the old man nodded, pointed at the Dharma plate lightly, and Qiong Xiao, who had been bombarding Guangbi outside the formation, stopped suddenly.

In front of Qiong Xiao, an illusory figure slowly condensed, who is it if it's not Yang Jian?

"Are you really dead? Is this a remnant soul?" Qiong Xiao grabbed the golden scissors, held the dragon rope, and stepped on the colorful clouds, her big eyes almost popped out.

Just when Yang Jian wondered why Qiong Xiao cared so much about him, Qiong Xiao muttered again: "Really, I still want to see if you and your beautiful mother can have some stories, what a pity, what a pity."

What do you think!

"Hmph!" Yang Jian snorted coldly, "Fairy, please respect yourself."

"Are you dead or not?"

"not dead."

"That's good, that's good," Qiong Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.