The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

[The number of chapters is wrong, please subtract one hundred automatically]

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"Mom, brother, what is he doing?"

On Yuquan Mountain, in the attic outside Jinxia Cave, Xiao Chan'er was snuggled up beside her mother, and the two of them were sitting on the rug by the window. Outside the window was the beautiful scenery of the fairy mountain, but compared to the view outside the window, the inside of the window was more beautiful.

"Silly girl," the mother gently rubbed Xiao Chan'er's head, and some complex emotions flashed across her eyes that were originally full of love and pity.

Xiao Chan'er complained about her brother's absence, and said in a low voice, "Didn't brother say it before? When the mother-in-law comes back, our family will live together. If sister Xinke gets married, our family will be even more lively!"

"Yes," Yao Ji sighed softly, and said again: "But your brother is a real man, he can't be bored at home, he should go outside to wander around."

"But what's the purpose of wandering around?"

Yao Ji thought for a while, then said with a smile, "It's to protect your strength."

"Mom, do you believe this? I'm not a three or four year old girl!" Yang Xiaochan sat up, puffed out her chest proudly, and hummed, "Brother, he obviously thinks that the world of flowers and flowers outside is much better than the misery in the mountains, so he can't come back!"

Yaoji smiled slightly, and said softly: "I don't know who can't bear the hardships in the mountains and wants to go outside for a walk."

Xiao Chan'er pouted her lips, hesitated and couldn't speak, and finally blushed, and could only make a grimace to try to cover it up.

Yao Ji sighed softly, picked up a fairy fruit on the table with her green fingers, wanted to put it in her mouth, but hesitated.

She said: "Their men are going to fight and grab, let's not make trouble for him, don't ask too much."

"Then why can't women fight for it?" Yang Xiaochan was rather annoyed.

"It's not that women can't compete, it's just that since ancient times, there are too few women who can gain a foothold in the wild, after all, they are not as cruel as their men."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaochan nodded half-understanding, and asked: "As long as you are ruthless, can you gain a foothold in the prehistoric world?"

"That's not the case. Don't learn from the evil heretics," Yao Ji taught her a lesson and explained, "It's just that in the prehistoric world, those who fail to deal with the situation miss opportunities, those with benevolence and righteousness are hard to achieve great things, those who are not deep in the city will die unexpectedly, and those who are ignorant of human feelings may be the real people who seek the way."

Hearing what her mother said, Yang Xiaochan nodded slightly, as if she had gained something.

"Then, mother, look at brother, what kind of person does he belong to?"

"Erlang, he..."

Yao Ji hesitated a little, and commented behind her back that it was a little inappropriate for others, let alone her own son.

However, whenever she thinks of Yang Jian, Yao Ji always thinks of that elder brother in her heart, and she always feels that there are some things in these two people that are surprisingly similar.

"Of course my brother is good. In the future, he must be a great hero!"

Before her mother could answer, Yang Xiaochan had already smirked and said what was in her heart, then shook her head and sighed, "It's a pity, this great hero is too busy to take care of his smart, cute, well-behaved sister..."

Yaoji smiled lightly, hugged her daughter in her arms, really didn't want to be separated for a moment.

However, in Yaoji's heart, Yang Jian's figure and that person's figure are gradually overlapping.

Could it be because of her blood relationship?

But where is it that I feel that my brother and Erlang are indistinguishably similar?

I can't tell, I don't know, maybe it's just because of the blood relationship between the two, and there are inevitably some similarities in personality.

"Mom, when will brother come back next time..."

"The world is facing a catastrophe. Your brother is the one who should be catastrophized. You will not return until the catastrophe is over."

Yang Xiaochan snorted, and then asked worriedly, "Brother went to meet the robbery, is there some kind of disaster?"

"Silly girl, didn't mother explain it to you? This catastrophe was initiated by the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court, in order to allow the masters of the three religions to serve in the Heavenly Court and fill the vacancy of the righteous gods who are responsible for the normal operation of the heaven and earth. Now your brother has already been awarded by the Jade Emperor, and he is also a saint himself.

Yaoji's words were naturally heard from Master Yuding.

Yang Xiaochan nodded half-understood, yawned a little tiredly, and took a nap with the cat in her mother's arms with her eyes closed.

Looking at the small face in her arms, Yao Ji suddenly felt something in her heart, it seemed that Yang Jian had encountered a strong enemy; her eye circles were a little red, not daring to disturb her daughter, she quickly closed her eyes to let the tears in her eyes disappear.

This feeling...

Don't say that mother and child are not connected, even thousands of miles away.

Yao Ji got up slowly, walking around the room a little restlessly; she didn't know what happened to Yang Jian at this time, she seemed to be injured, and seemed to be facing a dangerous situation.

It was also at this time that Yang Jian was inseparable from the three blue-headed dragons, and smashed half of the mountains in the small thousand world.

Yao Ji doesn't have such a high ability, she can see what's going on in Xiaoqian World, so she can only be anxious.

Fortunately, this feeling was only for a moment, and her heart gradually settled down.

Gently breathing a sigh of relief, Yao Ji walked to the window sill, looked outside, and could not help but see Yang Jian's embarrassed and extremely tired appearance when he split Taoshan, and his heart ached.

"Has it passed? What kind of catastrophe is it? What kind of opponent is it?"

Yao Ji murmured softly, and put her hands on her chest. Just now, her heart was hanging and she couldn't fall to the ground. It was really too uncomfortable.

What she said before is easy and reasonable, but in any catastrophe, how can there be undead?

The son went to fight in the catastrophe, but the two of them could only wait here; it was just that Yang Jian had to go, he couldn't not go, if he didn't go, how could he ride the wind and rise?

What Yang Jian thought, Yao Ji actually understood.

If you can't gain a foothold in the wild and have a place, how can you talk about enjoying family happiness?

So Yang Jian has to fight, to fight, to make himself a master quickly, so that they can give their mother and daughter a stable life.

Yang Jian didn't say these things, but Yao Ji read them in Yang Jian's words, in Yang Jian's gaze...

'Obviously, your father and I owe you a debt, but now, you are left to work hard alone. '

Yao Ji bit her lower lip, looking at the jade ring on her wrist.

In this jade ring, there is a lamp, and the lampstand is a blooming lotus...

In the Jinxia Cave not far away, Master Yuding also opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the oil lamp through many obstacles, with a pensive expression on his face.

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In that small world.

Mountains and rivers were shattered, hundreds of mountains collapsed, tens of thousands of mountain people were affected, and countless creatures in the mountains were affected.

Fortunately, when they were fighting fiercely, some masters of the dragon clan teamed up to use their magical powers and moved all the living beings in the mountains to other places, so Yang Jian didn't have to bear too many murders.

The starry sky turned upside down, and the remaining power of the starry sky drifted away in this small world, leaving behind a wonderful scene of three days and three nights of star rivers shining.

Rivers of dragon blood raged across the land, and a master of the dragon clan collected it into a magic weapon so that the only land in this small thousand world would be desolate.

On a flattened mountain top, a huge dragon corpse was lying on the ground, three of the six dragon eyes were blinded, and the huge dragon body was riddled with holes, but only the breath on the dragon head's nose was still unwilling to let go.

"You...you are, who, who? I can't, I died in your hands in vain, but I don't even know my name..."

Beneath this rough and desolate voice, what was concealed was a kind of relaxation and relief.

"Yuxu Palace, Yang Jian."

When Yang Jian cut off the heads of the three Bibolongs in the middle, he only said these five words, he didn't mention any rewards from the heavenly court, he didn't say anything about the title of a saint, he just said his own inheritance and his name.

From the dragon head, a white bead rolled down, was taken into Yang Jian's hand, wrapped in profound energy, and sent to the mysterious turtle belt for storage.

This is the treasure promised to the Wu Clan, and now they can fulfill the promise.

The non-pointed spear seemed to feel something, the body of the gun trembled, and an extremely illusory and ethereal black dragon shadow appeared on it.

The black dragon roared silently at the huge corpses of the three Bibolongs, and a dark green brilliance rose from the three Bibolongs.

The black dragon opened its mouth and sucked, the dark green brilliance was completely swallowed by the black dragon, and for a moment, the pointed spear rushed high into the sky, shooting out great rays of light!

The layer of black powder that has been attached to the gun body has gradually condensed into a complicated picture of Nine Dragons Ascension to Heaven, carved on the gun barrel, it is so wonderful!

The Dragon Soul of the Pointless Dragon Spear has awakened!

But this awakening can't last long. Yang Jian understood this when he beheaded the three Bibolongs, and shouted to the sky: "This corpse, I ask you to bury it on your behalf."

"Second Master has a kind heart, and we shall obey orders."

At that moment, several dragon warriors gathered together to pick up the black dragon's corpse, and headed towards the void first, but they wanted to burn the dragon's corpse in the void.

This is the inheritance of the dragon clan from ancient times. Although these three green wave dragons have boundless karma, they have ruined the luck of many dragon clans; but after transforming into dragons, the dragon clan also recognizes the identity of this dragon.

Using Yang Jian's hand to get rid of this dragon is actually just getting what they want.

Yang Jian took back the non-pointed spear, and kept thanking the dragon masters who came to Luezhen, and because of the excessive wear and tear, he had to practice here for half a day, recovering 70% to 80% of his cultivation base.

The previous battle was really a fierce battle, a bitter battle.

Thanks to his powerful mysterious body, tempered by the blood of the mysterious tortoise, it is invulnerable to all poisons and invulnerable to all evil, which makes it impossible for the three-headed Bibolong's most deadly poison to be used.

But this old dragon has practiced here for countless years, and the mana he has accumulated is too vast. It really is not so easy to take it down...

Half a day later, Yang Jian got up and wanted to return to the prehistoric Wubu Continent. When he realized that the Wujian Spear seemed to be eager to take shape, he simply took out the Qintian Baojian and began to search for the blood of the Feng clan.

If you don't make a three-pointed and two-edged gun in this trip, when will you wait?