The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Heart-piercing, pain into the bone marrow.

Yang Jian was thrown into the divine light of the chaotic clock by Kong Xuan. It was an act of seeking medical treatment in a desperate situation, but he told Yang Jian two things.

One, the 'Ninth Man'.

The shock in Yang Jian's heart at that time was indescribable. He thought of the iron plate engraved with "nine", and subconsciously told him that it was the "nine" that Kong Xuan said.

There must be a secret in this!

'You are the ninth and the last', 'There should be nothing you can't do in Honghuang'...

What is the meaning of Kong Xuan's words? It was left for Yang Jian to prove it by himself, and one wild idea after another appeared in his mind.

But as soon as the Tianma kicked its hooves, Yang Jian's body began to be torn by Chaos Zhong Baoguang; he was like a piece of paper, being rubbed by dozens of big hands at the same time, trying to rub him into a ball of flesh and blood!

"snort!"

Yang Jian snorted in pain, but did not roar. This kind of pain is still imposed from the outside, compared to the pain experienced when Xuan Gong exchanged blood and tempered the Xuan body, it is nothing more than a big witch.

Pushing and shoving along with several forces, he forcibly sat up cross-legged, and the light yellow robe on his body glowed with brilliance, but these brilliance kept swaying under the pull of the Chaos Bell, and it seemed that it might be shattered at any time.

Quickly pinch the seal with both hands, intending to attract starlight, but there is not even a shred of light around, let alone starlight?

Without the starlight shelter, Yang Jian had no choice but to move the profound energy in his body silently, while suppressing the eruption of the power of the precious blood of the black turtle, while allowing the mysterious body to evenly withstand the tearing and rubbing around him, repairing the shoulder crushed by Kong Xuan.

After a little stabilization, Yang Jian looked around.

Here is lightless, boundless, boundless, like empty space.

He didn't know where he was, he only knew that he was thrown into the precious light of the Chaos Clock by Kong Xuan.

Yang Jian didn't struggle in vain at that time, but felt that if he was thrown in, there might be a chance of getting Phoenix blood.

It is really helpless to take risks out of one's own control.

The second thing Kong Xuan told Yang Jian was strength.

Yang Jian clenched his fists tightly, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and began to think about his situation and the way to survive.

The profound energy in his body is slowly being consumed, and the pain is tolerable, but Yang Jian is worried that after his profound energy is exhausted, his mysterious body will lose the support of the mysterious energy, and he will not be able to withstand the tearing force.

It's not our character to sit still.

Yang Jian tried to stand up, and he found that the more he stretched his body, the more tearing force he endured.

After a little thought, Yang Jian chose a direction at random. Although he had nowhere to borrow strength in the void, he could use the golden light escape technique, but the distance he could escape was not long.

Not long is better than stuck in place.

Jin Guangdun and Yang Jian curled up into a ball, regardless of their demeanor, their figures moved for a while in the void.

It may have moved thousands of feet, or it may have been only a fraction of a second. There is no light or reference in this vast void, and it is impossible to draw a result at all.

Yang Jian didn't curse or complain, but just followed the same pattern, constantly using the golden light escape technique, choosing a direction without changing it...

I don't know how far I flew, and I don't know how long it has been.

The profound energy in Yang Jian's body was almost empty, and the power of the precious blood of the mysterious turtle could no longer be completely suppressed, and a trace of it was transformed into profound energy to fill the huge vacancy in him.

Are you going to die here?

Yang Jian felt a little bitter in his heart, thinking that the promise he made on the other side had not yet been fulfilled, thinking that he might never see Xiao Chan'er and his mother again.

'It's just that Xinke suffers, her temperament is bound to die alone... Oh, that's right, she's already lived forever, so how can she say she's going to die? '

Talking to himself, Yang Jian still didn't stop, cast the golden light escape, huddled into a ball and endured the force of tearing and dragging, and continued to move forward...

Just when he was about to lose control and the power of the precious blood of the black turtle in his body was about to burst to fill his own vacancy, a faint red light finally appeared in front of him.

Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, and he rushed to that place immediately.

This chaotic clock is vast and boundless, it can hold a complete world!

That point of fire seemed to be right in front of him, but Wang Shan ran to death, Yang Jian spent a lot of effort to get to the fire not far away, and saw what it was.

"How come!"

Yang Jian shouted involuntarily, because he saw the phoenix divine bird wrapped in that ball of fire.

To be precise, this is the corpse of a phoenix, wrapped in an inextinguishable flame, like a sculpture, lifelike.

This sacred bird is very huge, hundreds of feet long, it is not the two little ones that were born in Luoshan recently, it has a serene face, and the residual aura is still domineering.

Phoenix blood!

Yang Jian immediately leaned forward, but was forced back by the balls of flames.

"It's really helpless to disturb senior's sleep. If senior still has phoenix blood left, please give it to me," Yang Jian said with a tired voice, "If you succeed as a magic soldier, you will be rewarded in the future."

This phoenix has been dead for an unknown number of years, perhaps it was the void that had stayed in the Chaos Clock in ancient times, and it stayed quietly at this moment, not moving at all.

The flames around it did not recede halfway.

Yang Jian remembered the news he had received from the Dragon Clan—the phoenix blood could not be stored, and it had to be used immediately.

The phoenix can be nirvana with the phoenix blood. Since this phoenix is ​​dead, the phoenix blood must have been exhausted long ago.

But Yang Jian finally saw the true and complete form of the divine bird Phoenix, how could he be willing if he didn't try it?

With a sound of offending, Yang Jian took out the non-pointed spear, the crystal of the lottery gold, and the Yunshen iron, and slowly poked the non-pointed spear over.

As soon as the body of the non-pointed gun came into contact with the flames around Feng's body, a strong burning sensation hit, Yang Jian had no choice but to retract the non-pointed gun, bowed to Feng's body, and stepped back.

There was not much Xuan Qi left, so Yang Jian took the initiative to absorb a part of the power of Xuan Gui's precious blood to fill himself.

If life is gone, what's the point of the power left over from the pass?

After a few more trials, he found that he was completely helpless with the phoenix corpse. Yang Jian felt depressed as if he had entered Baoshan and returned empty-handed.

But he didn't get nothing, he looked along the front and back directions where the phoenix corpse was placed, and at the place where the phoenix's godless scarlet eyes were watching, Yang Jian saw another light, but this time, it was a water-blue halo.

dragon?

Sure enough.

Yang Jian moved over slowly and saw a huge dragon corpse wrapped in a water curtain, he was also helpless.

Where the dragon's eyes were staring, there was light again. Yang Jian moved again, and saw a huge turtle corpse with ferocious horns and a light film like an iron wall around his body.

Also, still can't get it.

Phoenix, dragon, tortoise...could there be a white tiger?

Sure enough, looking for the place where the giant tortoise's eyes were looking, he saw the dead body of the white tiger surrounded by more than a hundred tornadoes, the most vicious of the four beasts.

Four elephants?

In the prehistoric world, there are spirits of the four elephants that suppress the heaven and earth, the blue dragon, the red bird, the white tiger, and the black tortoise.

The four beasts here are definitely not the prehistoric four elephants, but more like...someone is imitating the four elephants.

Then, where is the one under the suppression of the four elephants?

Yang Jian's eyes were full of divine light, intending to see through the emptiness. Although he got nothing, he had already remembered the location of the four beasts in his heart.

The most central area guarded by the four beasts, perhaps, is his lifeline!

past!

Must go!

Yang Jian used the Golden Light Escape, and moved towards the direction he believed little by little. The massive power of the precious blood of the black turtle in his body was not consumed too much. After all, the amount was large enough for Yang Jian to squander.

After arriving at the center of the Four Beasts, Yang Jian hesitated for a while, and then headed straight down to smear.

Jin Guangtun performed it over a hundred times, and Yang Jian faintly heard the sound of splashing water, although it was faint, it shocked him mentally.

Continued to sink, but Yang Jian grabbed the mountain axe and pointless spear, and put them beside him for self-defense.

clatter...

Chirp——

In addition to the sound of water, Yang Jian also heard the sound of birds and the rustling of the breeze blowing through the dense forest.

It was as if there was a mountain forest after the darkness!

Follow the sound, the closer you are, the more careful Yang Jian is.

Finally, Yang Jian touched an 'iron wall', and tapped and touched the front wall with a spear, looking for a possible 'gateway'.

With a bang, Yang Jian seemed to have knocked on a wooden door with a spear.

Resisting the joy in his heart, Yang Jian slowly leaned forward, gently pushed the wooden door without pushing it, but condensed his profound energy into a 'round cover', buckled it upside down on the wooden door, and slowly pulled it.

The door was opened, and some harsh sunlight came in directly!

Yang Jian closed his eyes subconsciously, but immediately before closing his eyes, he directly cast the divine light of his eyes, so that he could immediately see if someone was sneaking up.

safe and sound.

After adapting to the light outside, Yang Jian couldn't wait to step out, taking a breath of moist and fresh air, and profound energy gushed out from all over his body like a rootless spring.

He left an endless void behind him, as well as many doubts in his heart, and walked forward slowly with his weapon in hand.

Ahead, a dense forest was lush and green, but not far away, there was billowing smoke rising up, as if the forest was being burned.