The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Zulong gave birth to nine sons, and Shifeng gave birth to nine chicks.

Because the dragon race is close to the human race, and even protected the human race, it turned into a totem of the human race to cultivate luck. Therefore, the allusion that the dragon gave birth to nine sons is widely circulated among the human race, but Yang Jian has never heard of how many descendants Shifeng has.

Yang Jian knew about Kong Xuan and the Golden Winged Roc, and he had also heard from his master that they were two well-known supernatural beings of the Feng clan.

Kong Xuan's five-color divine light Yang Jian has already experienced it, and it really makes people lose their temper; but the extreme speed of the golden-winged roc seems to be far from being comparable to the five-color divine light.

The son of Shifeng should not be underestimated.

Seeing Kong Xuan and the golden-winged roc appeared, Feng Wu was startled at first, and her pretty face turned pale immediately.

She stopped in front of Yang Jian, her eyes struggled a little, and then turned into determination.

Feng Wu said: "Uncles, please let Zhenjun go. He has saved lives with me and Feng Shan several times, and has absolutely nothing to do with the owner of the Chaos Clock."

"No connection?" Golden-winged Dapeng's face was thin, giving off a sense of viciousness, "Fengshan's feather fell into his hands, but you told me that it had no connection! You know, Fengshan was betrothed to me by the clan, and now she is going to marry this despicable human race!"

"Shut up."

Kong Xuan just said coldly, Gold-winged Dapeng clenched his fists subconsciously, but he didn't attack, he snorted coldly and remained silent.

At this time, Yang Jian was still wearing the shabby clothes he had when he fought Kong Xuan that day, the bloodstains were still wet, and he still wore the magic weapon of the Phoenix clan on his wrist, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"uncle……"

"Shut up too," Kong Xuan glanced at Feng Wu, who could only bow his head, not daring to say anything else.

"You come with me."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, although he was a little disgusted with Kong Xuan's casual order, but as a prisoner, he didn't have much choice.

Kong Xuan walked towards the side path with his hands behind his back, and Yang Jian stepped up to follow, wanting to see what Kong Xuan was going to do.

Feng Wu's eyes were a bit worried, and he wanted to catch up, when a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, the golden-winged roc suddenly appeared, raised his hand, and strangled Feng Wu's throat.

"You, what are you going to do..."

"Remember your identity, if you dare to discredit my Feng Clan again, don't blame me for being cruel."

Feng Hun Yuanshen couldn't help trembling, Feng Wu felt as if he was facing a bloodthirsty beast, being suppressed by this power, he had no resistance at all.

With a flick of the golden-winged roc, Feng Wu fell on the thick pile of fallen leaves, panting for a while, and her phoenix tail was a little messed up.

"You are the wife of the second brother Ding Ding in the clan, otherwise, do you think you will be able to survive until today?"

There was a sneer on the corner of the golden-winged roc's mouth, the golden light shone, and the figure had disappeared.

Feng Wu lay on the ground, her fingers trembled slightly, she pursed her lips, and quickly evaporated the water stains in her eye sockets with magic power.

She slowly got up, turned around and walked towards the way she came from. This beautiful figure was quite bleak.

After Feng Wu left, under the plane tree beside him, Kong Xuan withdrew his magical powers, and he and Yang Jian appeared.

Yang Jian looked gloomy and did not speak.

"You will be married, and these things should be known to you," Kong Xuan said, walking forward with his hands behind his back.

Yang Jian followed by, thinking of the scene of the golden-winged roc treating Feng Wu like that, always feeling inexplicably annoyed.

Kong Xuan's voice was a little illusory, and this neutral voice made Yang Jian feel a little strange...

"In the first catastrophe of the opening of the sky, dragons and phoenixes began to fight. The dragon clan relied on their large number of people. After the war, they built ancient pilgrimage roads with the bodies of the dragon clan's dead and protected the newly born human race. They got a lot of luck."

"But my Feng Clan, the older generation all fought to the death. Even if a few survived, they were seriously injured and fell one after another in ancient times."

Kong Xuan paused for a moment, then glanced at Yang Jian, "Nowadays, among the younger generation of my Feng clan, there are only three or four that are considered good talents, and one of them was destroyed in the hands of you and the master of the Chaos Clock."

Yang Jian finally opened his mouth, he always felt that he had to explain something, otherwise he would feel unhappy.

"I met Tianyan Daozi for the first time. He said something to me and put that feather in my black turtle belt. He didn't premeditate."

Kong Xuan nodded, "What do you mean, you got the Nirvana supernatural power, but Taoist Tianyan is plotting against you?"

"I……"

Yang Jian was at a loss for words for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"It's up to you to think about it. I'm frank and frank, and I'm not half guilty of this matter."

"It's a good one not to be guilty at all," Kong Xuan snorted, as if he was about to get angry, but suppressed his anger forcefully.

There was some silence between the two, Kong Xuan remained silent, Yang Jian remained silent, and walked casually in the forest.

On the Fuyang path near Tonglin, a hundred birds sing and insects sing softly.

The scenery in Fenggu Valley is very pleasant, which is quite different from the scenery of those fairy mountains in the fairy gate of China. There is not much fairy light or fairy beauty here, and there are only natural scenes.

Boundless fallen trees, accompanied by the autumn wind.

Kong Xuandao: "Feng Wu seems to be interested in you, what do you think?"

Yang Jian's footsteps stopped, and he seemed a little surprised.

"Feng Wu has a marriage contract with you, right?"

Kong Xuan shook his head and sighed softly, "I'm still uncertain, even if I decide in the future, I don't want to be a man like you who strives for fame and wealth but still pretends to be a gentleman, selfish and self-interested but wants to gain fame."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, what does this mean?

"So you're looking for me?" Why didn't Yang Jian understand what Kong Xuan meant?

Kong Xuan raised his hand suddenly and tore open the robe on Yang Jian's chest.

This immortal treasure gown was torn to shreds in Kong Xuan's hands like paper.

On Yang Jian's chest, a dancing flame imprint flickered lightly, and this flame seemed like a little phoenix about to spread its wings and soar...

"I originally wanted to betroth Fengshan to you. You have her feathers. The children you give birth to will naturally be members of my Feng clan, and they must have a complete inheritance of magical powers."

Kong Xuan said, "But seeing that Feng Wu has fallen in love with you, my third brother has a violent temperament. He liked to kill spirit birds when he was young. He thinks highly of himself and has no great skills. I don't want her to serve my third brother."

Yang Jian couldn't recover immediately, "What do you mean?"

"You marry into my Feng family, marry Feng Wu and Feng Shan, and do it tonight."

Do, what to do?

Yang Jian looked at Kong Xuan with mixed feelings in his heart.

With a sneer at the corner of Kong Xuan's mouth, he said, "What are you going to say? Hypocritically prevaricating, boasting that you are not greedy for women?"

"It's not like that..."

Yang Jian breathed out, "Anyway, if it doesn't work today, if you catch me back, it's just to make me pay... It's nothing! Anyway, I don't want to marry, and at worst, you kill me. No matter how bad I am, Yang Jian still has a bit of blood."

Kong Xuan's five fingers bloomed with five colors of divine light, Yang Jian closed his eyes, and stood there quietly waiting.

What came was not the five-color light, but Kong Xuan's concession.

"You don't want to be married, but you and their offspring must come to my Phoenix Clan to practice!"

"You're going to be wrong," Yang Jian shook his head, "The love between a man and a woman is not a monk's exchange of things. If it doesn't come from the heart, it's just a lust. Feng Wu, my best friend, and Feng Shan, I don't even have a half-hearted love. How can we be a husband and wife."

Kong Xuan's eyes showed murderous intent, "You and Ao Xinke of the Dragon Clan are only engaged to meet each other once. Why, you don't think much of me, the Feng Clan, do you?"

"The Dragon Clan treats me with courtesy, and you use supernatural powers to overwhelm others, how can you confuse them?"

"Yang Jian!"

Ping!

The two bracelets on Yang Jian's wrist were directly blown to pieces, and Yang Jian stood proudly with profound energy surging all over his body.

The whole body is full of vigor and energy, and it has recovered 80%!

Kong Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, as if he hadn't expected that Yang Jian would already be out of trouble.

The two faced each other in the forest, and they were about to fight again.

"You two are really interesting, one insists on marrying, the other insists on not marrying," a slightly familiar voice suddenly came from the forest beside him, Kong Xuan suddenly turned around, but Yang Jian was a little confused.

Not far away, on a branch of a sycamore tree, a figure sat there, shaking his feet boredly, holding an ancient clock the size of a palm in his hand, his face hidden in a bamboo hat.

"It's you!"

Daozi Tianyan!

Kong Xuan immediately recognized the origin of the bell, his aura rose violently, but he forcibly endured it.

This is the land of the Feng Clan, if you fight with the opponent, the weak foundation of the Feng Clan may be in danger of being overthrown.

"Where is my Phoenix Clan formation?"

"I have Bao Zhong here, how can your big formation stop me?"

Daozi Tianyan raised his head slightly, revealing his chin and neck, "Yang Jian, Yang Jian, what do you want me to say about you? Why don't you take the opportunity of the dragon and phoenix singing together, wouldn't that be a beautiful thing?"

For some reason, when he saw Yan Daozi this day, Yang Jian became angry.

"Are you my enemy or my friend?" Yang Jian took the lead, "Give me a favor, and help Jiejiao Immortal to kill me, I really can't understand."

"We are neither enemies nor friends," Tianyan Daozi slowly floated down, holding the Chaos Clock in his hand, as if he was also on guard against Kong Xuan's violent attack, seemingly relaxed, but actually very vigilant.

Daozi Tianyan smiled and said: "I only recognize things, not people. I gave you the Phoenix Feather, just for something related to you, so that you will have more combat power in the future. The Immortal Xiejiejiao suppressed you, and it was just a deal with Jiejiao, that's all."

Yang Jian glanced at Kong Xuan, is the case solved?

Kong Xuan asked, "Who is your Excellency?"

"Me? I am the master of the Chaos Clock, the one who strives to cross the road of cultivation, and the boater on the sea of ​​suffering."

Kong Xuan still wanted to ask, but Yang Jian took the conversation away again, "Then why did you come to this land of the Feng clan today?"

"Oh, I'm here to let you know," Tianyan Daozi said casually, "Wen Zhong got the help of the Immortal Jiejiao and broke through your ten mountains. He has personally led an army of one million and rushed directly to the city of Xiqi. After the news is passed, I will leave now."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, but before he recovered, the figure of Daozi Tianyan turned into a streamer and soared into the sky.

Kong Xuan immediately turned into a streamer and chased after him, and was about to settle with Tianyan Daozi the vengeance of capturing Erfeng and bad Fengshan that day.

But just as Kong Xuan chased him out of the sky, the light and shadow where Tianyan Daozi was standing gradually distorted, and Tianyan Daozi reappeared, which made Yang Jian look straight at the side.

"The little magical effect of the Chaos Clock, let's go," Tian Yan Daozi rushed forward, grabbed Yang Jian's wrist, the Chaos Clock trembled slightly, and the figures of the two disappeared immediately.

Yang Jian's figure flickered, as if he had never moved, but he seemed to have crossed many barriers.

When he came back to his senses, he was still standing in the sycamore forest, but the surrounding sycamore forests were not those ten-foot-tall sacred trees, but ordinary sycamore trees.

"Let's hide here first," Tianyan Daozi's voice entered Yang Jian's ears.

"Where is this?"

"It's still in the same place, but it was in the same place three thousand years ago. The Feng clan hadn't moved here at that time," Tianyan Daozi smiled, and lifted the bamboo hat, revealing the familiar face of Yang Jian.

This face, at first glance, is ordinary, but at the second glance, it feels a little handsome, and I can't help but take the third and fourth glances...

There seems to be some kind of rhyme.

Three thousand years ago?

Yang Jian was shocked for a while, wasn't that before he came to Honghuang?

He was about to take a step, but Daozi Tianyan immediately shouted: "Don't move!"

"Why?"

"You are not me, so you can't travel through the years at will," Tianyan Daozi said with a smile, "If you don't want Tiandao to notice and tear you into pieces, just stand here obediently and don't move."

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. He had just sent away the terrible Kong Xuan, and then a more troublesome Tianyan Daozi jumped out.

Kong Xuanzhi's surly behavior can still be speculated.

As for Tianyan Daozi, Yang Jian couldn't see through it at all.

"Then why did you bring me here?"

"Long time no see, can't I chat with you for a while?" Tian Yan Daozi narrowed his eyes with a smile, but gave people a very cheerful illusion.

Yang Jian immediately raised his head and remained silent.

"Okay, let's get down to business, I'm here to advise you today," Tian Yan Daozi restrained his smile, crossed his arms, threw the enlarged Chaos Clock behind him, and casually leaned against it.

If the Primordial Cultivator knew that this most mysterious innate treasure was just used as a cushion, I really don’t know how many people would lose their morale and go crazy...