The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Jinwu, a congenital creature, is a divine bird born on the sun star after the creation of the world, and nests in the hibiscus tree.

At the beginning, there were only three Golden Crows—Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Emperor Jun, and Xihe.

Afterwards, ten golden crows were born, and Emperor Jun and Taiyi led Hongjun's decree to unify the prehistoric peoples and set up the demon court, and the ten little golden crows naturally became princes. Later, through the well-known classic allusion - Houyi shot the sun, nine of the little golden crows died, and only the ten princes survived.

The demon court was shattered, the demon emperor and ancestor witch died in battle, Hong Huang stepped on endless bones, sang a story that has never faded for thousands of years, and opened another page.

Today, there are only a handful of members of the Jinwu clan, and they are doing everything they can, and perhaps only the tenth prince of the Demon Court is still alive.

Yang Jian jumped to the roof early and sat there waiting for the 'sunrise'.

If there is no 'big fireball', this Wuchen Realm can only be dark, and according to the history that can be found in the Wuchen Realm, the date is estimated to be recorded at the end of the prehistoric antiquity.

Could it be that the mysterious power in charge of the Chaos Clock secretly captured some human races to establish the Wuchen Realm?

Yang Jian thought of the 'Four Elephants' he saw before he came to Wuchen Realm, it seemed that the corpses of four strange beasts were used to form an inexplicable formation.

There is no celestial world in the chaotic clock, and there is no cultivation of Yuanshen but martial arts.

How many things are hidden here, and how many arrangements are there? Yang Jian didn't know it at all, like a fish who only knew how to move forward bravely, trying to find his own chance in this dense fog.

The chance to live with your relatives and friends.

"Lu Ya," Yang Jian read the name, thinking about the rumor of Lu Ya in his heart.

Lu Ya is also related to Fengshen. The one who killed Zhao Gongming with the flying knife and caused Sanxiao to set up a nine-curved Yellow River formation was the Taoist priest who never saw the end of the dragon.

Some people say that Taoist Luya is a creature that existed before the heaven and the earth. The opening line of the self-singing "Luya first, then the sky" has confused many people in the world.

Some people also say that Lu Ya is the ten princes who disappeared when the ancient demon court was shattered, and the only surviving Golden Crow in the world, who can freely enter and exit the extremely hot sun star...

"When the Chaos Bell fell into the hands of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, it was called the Eastern Emperor Bell; after Lao Tzu died, could such a treasure become a family heirloom?"

Yang Jian patted his forehead, as if he had discovered an astonishing secret. Following this line of thought, everything seemed to be logical.

However, whether the tenth prince is Lu Ya, and what the Taoist Lu Ya's footsteps are, this is something Yang Jian can't be sure of.

Everything can only be known after meeting the Lord of the Chaos Clock.

And it is very possible that - when Yang Jian sees the master of the chaotic clock, it is the day when his life will end.

Three-pointed double-edged gun, oh three-pointed double-edged gun, for you, my brother may have to put his life in it.

Yang Jian took the long gun and wiped it carefully again, his eyes were very gentle, as if he was looking at his wife who had never been married...

In his bones, there is also a bit of a martial idiot.

Waiting until Dong Tian turned pale, Yang Jian stood up, hesitated a little, and still performed seventy-two transformations, turning into a cloud-piercing swallow that he had seen in Wuchen Realm, and flew towards the east.

This road crossed the clouds and the sea, and rushed through tens of thousands of miles. When the big fireball got angry, it had already reached the eastern edge of Wuchen Realm.

The rocks were piled up, the sea water rolled up into a high wall of water, and a huge burning fireball hung in the sky. As far as the eye could see, there was misty mist, which was the water vapor that evaporated when the big fireball rose.

Yang Jian was not in a hurry to check the fireball. Anyway, the fireball was going to hang in the sky for a day, so he flew out looking for the edge of Wuchen Realm.

The farther you fly, the thinner the air is, the wind, fire, water, and soil are difficult to stabilize, and many areas are dark and disorderly.

Yang Jian kept looking up at the position of the big fireball, gradually deduced the location of the big fireball when it just rose in the east, and traced the past all the way.

His combat power is comparable to that of Da Luo Jinxian of Yuan Shen Dao, but his level of profound art is not high. He still can't travel in the chaos without getting lost, and he is gradually struggling in the void that is close to the chaos.

‘If you encounter danger, you can retreat, but you don’t have to risk your life. '

Yang Jian recited a sentence in his heart, and the cloud-piercing swallow that transformed into flew more slowly.

The front seemed to come to an end, a sea of ​​thunder raged, and the lightning was like a curtain, covering the real edge of the Wuchen Realm.

Yang Jian recovered his body and felt the tyranny of these thunders, as if the power was not under the thunder of heaven and heaven.

"Eh?"

Across the "curtain" of Thunder, Yang Jian suddenly caught a glimpse of a picture:

It was a huge black dragon, unfolding its body and floating in the endless void, its body exuded a glimmer of light, as if it was waiting to guide the 'distressed' people who passed through the sea of ​​thunder.

Yang Jian could tell at a glance that he had seen this blue dragon before! Isn't it the Eastern Dragon, one of the "Four Elephants" that I saw before entering the Wuchen Realm? !

"What's going on here? What I've seen is obviously not so huge; and this dragon looks like it's alive from here!"

The hairs on the back of Yang Jian's hands stood up, he grabbed the three-pointed two-edged gun, and slowly approached the sea of ​​thunder.

Without activating his psychic vision, Yang Jian saw a huge 'water well' in the sea of ​​thunder. The mouth of the well was square, about ten miles long, floating up and down in the sea of ​​thunder.

Could this well be the place where the big fireball rose in the sky?

Yang Jian wanted to go to check, but he was afraid that the irresistible enemy would be alarmed in the sea of ​​thunder, so he backed away temporarily and flew towards the big fireball in the sky.

When flying high in the sky, the sky turned blue, and the top of the head was dark, and the big fireball was no longer a round of 'round sun' seen from the ground, its ferocity, and the flying flames around it could be clearly seen.

It was almost a hundred miles away from the fireball that acted as the sun of the Wuchen Realm, and Yang Jian felt the rolling heat wave, and the feathers of Chuanyunyan were about to be ignited.

Yang Jian regained his human form, relying on his mysterious body to resist the overwhelming heat, and flew towards the 'big fireball' at high speed.

Fly slowly if not fast? That's not asking for guilt.

Eighty miles away, Yang Jian's body was already covered with sweat, and the little tree of Yuanshen became a little sluggish.

This big fireball itself is already miraculous enough. Although it is far inferior to the sun star, it is powerful enough to provide a steady stream of 'light and heat' to the world of Wuchen Realm.

At fifty miles, Yang Jian felt that his hair was about to be ignited; at thirty miles, Yang Jian's robe was soaked with sweat;

At twenty miles, Yang Jian had to arrange Xuangang around his body to form a circle to resist the roiling heat wave.

Until the big fireball approached, with a distance of three or four miles, there were streams of fire flying in the sky. Yang Jian hid in the Xuangang shield and was bored, feeling that the little tree of Yuanshen was about to be ignited.

He stared at the big fireball for a while, his eyes burst into divine light, and under the barrier of multiple flames, he saw a magnificent palace of flames.

The palace seems to be burning, and it seems to be directly condensed with flames, it is magnificent and very extraordinary.

Whether to go in and investigate became a question that Yang Jian had to think about.

He went in anyway.

For that slim chance of life, for leaving this piece of heaven and earth in the Chaos Clock as soon as possible.

Holding the three-pointed and double-edged gun, Yang Jian took a breath, swung the magic weapon violently, and cut out a half-moon-shaped azure blue light arc. The figure jumped up and chased after the light arc.

This arc of light broke through a wall of fire, and before the flames closed, Yang Jian's figure had rushed into it.

The closer he was to the main body of the big fireball, the more powerful the firepower; when he rushed to the outermost layer of the big fireball, Yang Jian seemed to have touched his own limit, as if the mysterious body would not be able to hold on as long as he got closer.

"snort!"

Yang Jian snorted softly, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, the mysterious beads in his body trembled, and strands of mysterious energy wrapped Yang Jian's body, cutting off most of the heat.

Forward!

This place is much more 'mild' than the Thunder Sea. Yang Jian has to check these two places as well as the 'West sinking' land, and first take a look at the palace in the fireball, and then talk about other things.

The three-pointed and two-edged gun swung three times, and three parallel Xuangangs shot out, breaking through the heat waves.

Yang Jian's figure followed closely behind, and when the three bright rays of light broke through the outermost 'fire wall' of the big fireball, he also rushed in abruptly.

As soon as he broke into it, Yang Jian felt that the heat in his body was greatly reduced, but there were waves of blue flames rushing towards his face, and the warning signs frantically appeared in his heart...

When Yang Jian exhausted all kinds of hard work, broke through the barriers of many flames, and finally stood in front of the gate of the palace, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, sweating profusely, and his image was almost ruined by the sweat.

But here, the heat is no longer unbearable, the flames seem to have shed their irascible coat, become well-behaved, and become very orderly.

This palace was not built with flames, but a stone palace that looks old. The shape is simple but magnificent, and the bluestone base material also reveals a sense of thickness.

Wisps of the 'True Sun Essence' that caused Yang Jian to suffer so much just now floated out of the stone hall like colorful smoke, flying hundreds of meters around the stone hall, and turned into a sea of ​​colorful flames.

If there are ten in the Dao of Fire, this place definitely covers five, or even six or seven.

The pale yellow robe and black tortoise belt were undamaged, but Yang Jian's hair was missing two strands, which were cut off directly after being burned.

After tidying up his clothes and putting away the three-pointed and two-edged gun, Yang Jian first shouted loudly to the hall: "I don't know which senior lives here. The junior is presumptuous. He has no evil intentions. He only came here to find his own vitality."

After shouting three times in succession, the echo in the hall was slow and there was no answer.

"Offended," Yang Jian arched his hands towards Shidian, took out a spear and axe, held it left and right, probed the way forward with the tip of the gun, and slowly groped in.