The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The sunset glow in the western sky, the fire boat slowly sailed away towards the sunset.

Yang Jian told them not to wander around, and to go back to Meishan to practice, just place his incarnation on the top of the mountain, then close his eyes, travel through mind, and return to Xuandu City.

When Yang Jian's main mind is immersed in the avatar, the main body is not lethargic, but has a keen perception of the surrounding environment. Whenever there is something that disturbs his mind, he can quickly switch back to the main body.

The same goes for the avatar side.

With eyes closed, Xuandu was sleeping soundly on a broken wall in the distance, Ao Xinke knelt beside her and closed her eyes to rest her mind, while the Wuling Lord was sitting cross-legged in meditation at this time, but she was somewhat restless, and her eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time.

So far, Yang Jian has known several monks who have iron plates like him, and the one that surprised him the most is naturally the sky-replenishing stone that he just saw.

There was snoring echoing in his ears, Yang Jian thought for a while, and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he left Huaguo Mountain, he asked Xinshen to rush back to Xuandu City. He also wanted to ask the Great Master Xuandu if he knew who had the iron plates from one to nine.

In fact, this matter has always been on his mind, especially after seeing that the old 'Ba' is actually a stone monkey today, he became more interested in this matter, and wanted to know what kind of 'seed' was chosen by the Six Saints before him.

Yang Jian actually understood that the stone monkey was ahead of him; probably the iron plate was embedded in the spirit stone in ancient times, much earlier than him.

"came back?"

Xuan Du stretched his waist, and appeared in front of Yang Jian in a flash, looking at Yang Jian curiously.

"Sanshengbiluojue?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded in response, and before he had time to ask anything, Xuandu had already moved up, wrapping one hand around Yang Jian's neck.

Master Xuandu smiled and said, "How about we discuss it? You donate this exercise to my uncle, and my uncle will also teach you a supernatural power that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods. How about it?"

Yang Jian was speechless for a moment.

This uncle is really a "gentleman", and he has no scruples in his actions.

If it were Daoist Taiyi, if he wanted to ask for some cultivation techniques from himself, he would definitely hesitate, be embarrassed to say it, and be a little arrogant...

"This profound method was obtained from Master. I should ask Master for permission before dedicating it to Grand Master."

Yang Jian said it quite politely, and Xuandu immediately showed a knowing smile, "Your teacher is so close to me, how can you not agree? Just ask."

"Not busy," Yang Jian held Master Xuandu's wrist with his backhand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Xuandu said solemnly: "Didn't I say it before, I will take you to hunt for treasure until the little fish outside have dispersed; although the Four Spirit Realm can't make any big waves, we still have a teacher, so we need to do our best to protect Xuandu City."

Wu Lingzhu, who was meditating, couldn't help opening his eyes. He wanted to sneer at Xuandu, to vent his anger after being underestimated, but he lowered his head for a moment, fearing that he would offend the two of them.

'What uncle and uncle, you are obviously big and small bastards! '

Xuandu looked over with a half-smile, broke away from Yang Jian's left hand without a trace, and walked to the Wuling Lord in two steps.

Lord Wuling raised his head slowly, his arms trembled slightly, and looked up at the big disciple of the Taoist sect standing in front of him.

The smile on Xuandu's mouth was so terrifying to her.

"Martial nephew, in addition to passing on your supernatural powers, I can also give you a quasi-sage protector. This is a good deal."

Before Yang Jian had time to say yes, Xuan Du suddenly slapped out his palm, hitting Lord Wu Ling on the forehead.

Master Wu Ling's stunning face was full of horror, and his body shook like chaff.

Xuandu's palm didn't seem to have any strength, but when he lifted it up, it seemed to be pulling something out of thin air...

A small rhombus-shaped gemstone slowly protruded from the smooth forehead of the Wuling Lord, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

"Forgive...forgive me..."

The fog spirit master's big eyes were full of mist, and his pupils seemed to be reflecting the tragic fate he was about to endure.

Xuandu remained unmoved, with a solemn face, and quickly drew out a complicated circular formation with his fingers, the circle slowly shrunk, and penetrated into the rhombus-shaped gemstone on the forehead of Lord Wuling.

Lord Wuling closed his eyes and passed out immediately, but his body was still being pulled by Xuandu's palm, and he sat there cross-legged.

Like a puppet.

"Come here, squeeze a drop of blood on her spiritual core."

Yang Jian nodded, moving calmly, walked in front of the Wuling Lord, forced a drop of blood from his fingertips, dripped it on the Wuling Lord's forehead, and said in his mouth: "I want to ask the master something."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"About this iron plate," Yang Jian took out the iron plate he obtained from Xuangui's Remains, "I want to know who are the other eight."

"Knowing this matter is neither good nor bad for you." Xuandu smiled, seeing Yang Jianxuan's blood entering Wuling Lord's spirit core, he was amazed, "The Bajiu Xuan Gong is really powerful, this drop of your blood has given her great benefits."

Yang Jian didn't care about this, but asked: "Master, I want to know who they are."

"I know a few of them, such as your master."

"Master?" Yang Jian stared, shocked for a moment, then relieved.

Master is one of them, which is actually not surprising, after all, Master has been chosen by a saint for so many times.

"Your master is the second person, and Junior Sister Yunxiao is the third...Let me think about it."

Xuandu pinched his fingers and calculated for a while, "Zhen Yuanzi is the fourth person, Little Peacock of the Feng clan is the fifth person, Xu Bodhi of the Western religion is the sixth person, and Ao Fangtian of the Dragon clan is the seventh person... I only know them."

Yang Jian wondered, "Could it be that Master Uncle is the first person?"

"No, no," Xuan Du glanced at Yang Jian, and asked with a half-smile, "Who do you guess? If you can guess it, there will be fewer twists and turns in your future cultivation path."

Yang Jian suddenly fell into the clouds and mist. After thinking about it, Guang Chengzi, Taoist Duobao, Zhao Gongming, etc. were all rejected by him one by one.

The Wuling Lord, who was limp on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of despair and silence, and he hugged his head in some pain.

Yang Jian lowered his head and glanced at her, "Master, why do you insist on letting me take her as a slave?"

"Well, it's actually the matter that the teacher gave me back then. I was busy practicing and forgot about it." Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Yang Jian, would you like to take on the great responsibility of the Taoist sect!"

Yang Jian shook his head, "Uncle, please explain in detail first. Although I am not considered old, I have passed the age of passion."

"It's really unteachable!" Xuan Du had a sad face, and Yang Jian stood there with a smile, not eating oil or salt.

He didn't want to go to the way of the Great Master Xuandu again.

"Master, let's talk about who is the first person first."

Xuandu seemed a little reluctant to mention the name, and after a long silence, he sighed softly: "The demon master Kunpeng."

Yang Jian stared, and suddenly wanted to say something, but the words came to nothing.

Xuandu also showed a sigh of relief, and said slowly:

"Kunpeng is already a scourge of prehistoric times, but it's a pity that he is very cunning and hasn't shown himself for a long time. Back then, Kunpeng plotted against the two clans of liches, plotted against the demon emperor's luck, killed twelve ancestor witches one after another, and even attacked Beizhou Xuangui, turning Beiju Luzhou into a poisonous miasma..."

"The Six Sages chased him down, but he fled in embarrassment, but by virtue of his own supernatural powers, he escaped from the hands of the two saints and disappeared into the sea of ​​chaos since then."

"I've seen him."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, explaining in detail what he did to save Lu Chunyang, Xuandu pondered for a while, then nodded again and again.

Then, Xuan Du walked up to Yang Jian, raised his hand and patted Yang Jian's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Cultivate quickly, and next time I see Kunpeng, try to stew it in a pot. Please, uncle, let me eat authentic Kunpeng meat."

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.

And Xuan Du added: "You are the ninth person, he is the first person, you suffer from the legacy of the mysterious tortoise, and he bears the grievance of the mysterious tortoise, there must be a battle in the dark."

"Master," Yang Jian sighed dumbfounded, "Hurry up and take me to treasure hunt."

Xuan Du urged: "Didn't I say that, we have to wait for the spirit clan outside to disperse, why don't you go out and fight for a while?"

Yang Jian really thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head slowly, "The Black Spirit Lord is too strong, I don't want to lose my life so easily."

"The young man is so unmotivated, how will he lead the ten thousand races in the chaos in the future, and fight together to destroy the powerful enemy of Taisu?"

"Uncle, don't you also...huh?"

Yang Jian seemed to have misheard something, and looked at Xuandu suspiciously.

Xuandu sneered, pointed at Lord Wuling, and took out a roll of yellow cloth from his bosom, which turned out to be a saint's proclamation.

This is inevitable...

It's a little too casual!

"I wanted to wait until you got the Dinghai God Orb to tell you. Since I slipped my tongue, I will read out the teacher's will now, cough!" Xuandu took a breath, and the sage's proclamation flowed out the Taiqing Taoist rhyme.

The sudden change caught people off guard, but Yang Jian reacted fairly quickly, and immediately bowed.

Xuan Du glared at him, "Taoist disciple Yang Jian obeys orders!"

Yang Jian had no choice but to kneel down on one knee; Ao Xinke, who had been listening to the chat between the two of them, also quickly knelt beside Yang Jian.

"Disciple is waiting!"

Grand Master Xuandu said loudly: "The sage of Taiqing, Lao Tzu's decree!"

"Student Yang Jian, who explained the teachings, did his best in the catastrophe of conferring the gods, and made great achievements. He must be rewarded. He specially bestows Taoist treasures and panacea to help you practice."

"Also, the Great Enemy of the Great Desolation and Myriad Spirits is ahead, and specially ordered Yang Jian to enter the Chaos, and accept the Chaos Spirit Race to be used by the Taoist sect to defend the Great Desolation."

"In order to make things easier for you, today I bestow the Taiqing Yuling, which can be used to control the disciples of the three religions of the Taoist sect and call the heavenly soldiers."

Xuandu finished reading it in one breath, and slowly closed the call to action, a few streaks of light fluttered from his sleeves, floating in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian frowned, and said in a low voice: "Please also ask the master to lend the disciple a review of the essay."

He was really scared by the Great Master Xuandu.

Xuandu cursed dumbfoundingly: "Can I still lie to you? These are indeed arranged by the teacher, let me show you."

Yang Jian took the proclamation and read it carefully, his face was a little ugly.

But when he saw a few things floating in front of his eyes, his boredom eased a little.

There was a pot of sixteen Nine-Turn Golden Pills, a pot of eighteen Nine-Turn Spirit Pills, and a storage of fairy treasures, which were filled with innate treasures, which were several times richer than the treasures he had obtained in the Black Turtle Remains.

But the jade tablet with the hollowed out middle and the small Tai Chi Pisces swimming slowly made Yang Jian hesitate and couldn't accept it calmly.

Restraining Taoist disciples, calling heavenly soldiers at will...

Isn't this authority too much...