The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Everything is difficult at the beginning, especially when starting a business.

Yang Jian knew that in order to create a force in the sea of ​​chaos, he had to proceed step by step, steadily and steadily, and put in endless effort...

This is easier said than done.

Just talking about subduing the four spirit worlds made Yang Jian a little bit helpless. Fortunately, the Wuling Lord was captured before, so he could use this as a plan.

After thinking about it, this matter must also rely on the means of controlling the spirit core of the spirit clan, and control more masters as the team.

Xuandu and Yang Jian talked about their kung fu for three or four days, and Yang Jian was dizzy. Fortunately, Ao Xinke was there to help record.

When Master Xuandu said that his mouth was dry, he went to find some spiritual springs to drink, and drifted away in the city of Xuandu with his hands against the wind, Yang Jian sat there digesting what Xuandu said, thinking about Chen Miscellaneous for a while.

"Husband, why don't I call some experts from the clan to help?"

"You can't always rely on your natal family," Yang Jian shook his head with a smile. "This Chaos Sea is no better than the Great Desolation. Don't let the Dragon Clan suffer too much damage. Conquering the Chaos Spirit Clan is mainly about cultivating the power of the Chaos Spirit Clan."

Ao Xinke nodded gently, glanced at Wu Lingzhu who was still sleeping soundly over there, and said: "This chess piece just happens to work."

"Now there is no rush for the Wuling Lord to return to the Wuling Realm. We must find a chance so that the spirit clan will not be suspicious of her." Yang Jian had a little fear in his eyes, "Especially the Black Spirit Lord, I always feel that is our current worry."

"Does your husband want to flex his muscles in the sea of ​​chaos?"

Yang Jian nodded, and smiled casually, "Since I have the order of the sage master, I can't return to the prehistoric world recently, not to mention, this is also a means to deal with the catastrophe in the future..."

Ao Xinke stared at Yang Jian, although her words were soft, there was always a power that could penetrate Yang Jian's heart.

"If my husband has made up his mind, I will definitely help my husband with all my heart. It's just that my husband has to be prepared."

"Oh? Prepare for what?"

Ao Xinke said in a low voice: "In order to subdue the Three Realms, the Chaotian Pavilion fought all over the Three Thousand Worlds, causing countless deaths and injuries. If my husband wants to accept the Chaotian tribes, the disaster of war will still be on the Chaotian Pavilion. Are you really... all right?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian's face was a little sad, and he remained silent for a long time.

Then, Yang Jian stood up and exhaled slowly.

"A man should do something, and he should not do something," Yang Jian said indifferently, "As long as I understand my heart and be selfless, even if I need to kill nearly half of the creatures in the chaotic sea, I can turn a plate of scattered sand into a solid city beyond the prehistoric world... It's not impossible."

Ao Xinke frowned slightly, watching Yang Jian's figure, she was not for anything else, she was just worried about her husband.

"Didn't my husband say that after conferring the gods, let's choose a place to live in seclusion..."

When Yang Jian heard this, he didn't know how to answer for a while, facing Ao Xinke who was sitting on the futon, he remained silent for a long time.

When we talk about retiring, we are actually half helpless and half tired.

Now, Yang Jian has an inexplicable urge to go to this chaotic world without the shadow of saints, without the shadow of masters, and without the original fate of Erlang God, to make some famous names and develop a foundation in the chaotic sea!

In this chaos, there is no heaven, and the influence of Taoism is limited to this place;

In the Chaos Sea, no one will talk about Taoist disciples and True Monarch Erlang, his enemies are enemies, and friends are friends! Others can call him by his name directly, calling him the name he has been using since birth!

Since you have no worries, why not give it a go?

Burn some blood and sweat, to see which corner of the chaotic sea I can reach...

Even if this prehistoric journey is just a ridiculous dream, he still needs to shine some light that only belongs to him in this weird dream!

Yang Jian spit out without reason: "Actually, I just want people to know that I have been here before."

"Husband..."

Ao Xinke's eyes flickered, the two of them were most connected, and she instantly understood what Yang Jian was asking for.

"As long as the husband does not lose his mind."

"Well," Yang Jian nodded solemnly in agreement, introspecting himself and calming down his mood.

Ao Xinke chuckled lightly, and said, "I'll first ponder over the supernatural power given by my uncle here."

"I'm going to wander around the city, maybe the Sea God Orb will come out by itself."

Ao Xinke instructed: "Don't take risks lightly."

"Just don't worry."

Yang Jian raised his hand to the Wuling Lord, and said: "Wake up, protect my wife, and don't resist her orders."

Master Wuling trembled, slowly opened her eyes, looked at Yang Jian full of despair, and stood beside Ao Xinke dawdly.

I don't know how restrictive this method of controlling the spiritual core is, Yang Jian left a trace of mysterious energy on Ao Xinke, and if the Lord Wu Ling was in trouble, he would be able to come back quickly.

However, at this time, Ao Xinke's cultivation base is still higher than that of Lord Wuling, even if the latter makes a move, he will only be suppressed by Princess Wanzhi...

When Ao Xinke was in meditation, Yang Jian flicked his sleeves and walked in mid-air, admiring the scenery of Xuandu City.

He seems to be at ease, but he is actually very nervous. After all, there are many restrictions in Xuandu City, some of which can even hurt a saint, let alone him, a 'little shrimp' who just came out of the wild.

Restrictions and formations are actually two similar but different avenues; the former is mostly used for refining weapons and talismans, while the latter is mostly used for arranging large formations.

Xuandu City is actually a forbidden place, and the remaining formations here are said to be forbidden by the monks, which is neither right nor wrong.

Most of the restrictions here are products of the Taisu era, which is quite novel to Yang Jian...

Naturally, he didn't know this way, that is, he was figuring it out, and he didn't want to be the first person in archaeology.

After wandering around for a long time, there is no fluctuation in the spiritual sense, and there is no abnormality in the mysterious body.

This made Yang Jian feel a little depressed. He was used to the abundance of good fortune and equal heaven in the prehistoric world. He was surrounded by strong luck, and he could meet opportunities when he just strolled around...

But after wandering around in Xuandu City for a long time, not to mention that the treasure came to the door on its own initiative, I didn't even see half a ray of treasure.

'It must have been collected by Master Xuandu. '

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, he felt quite "fat" in Xuandu, and wanted to find a chance to squeeze some bones out of the teeth of Master Xuandu...

After turning halfway around Xuandu City, Yang Jian turned around and went to see his wife. Seeing Ao Xinke concentrating on deducing the supernatural powers taught by Xuandu, he didn't bother her.

The Wuling Lord is like a cold and beautiful maid, standing there and looking around, she is really protecting the Dharma with all her heart.

Yang Jian murmured softly: "Such supernatural powers can steal people's minds. If it falls into the hands of the wicked, it will really be a disaster..."

After a pause, Yang Jian turned and flew towards the outskirts of Xuandu City.

The Ninth Formation of Xuandu City did not stop him, on the contrary, it was somewhat close to him, which should have been arranged by Xuandu before.

He didn't continue forward, but fell towards the city wall. The four quasi-sacred puppets opened their eyes at the same time and turned to look at Yang Jian.

It is really unimaginable that the puppet can reach the quasi-sacred realm.

These four Quasi-Holy Realm puppets also have their own characteristics.

One is the image of a bold and strong man, holding two big copper hammers. The copper hammers exude an astonishing evil spirit, and they are also extraordinary treasures.

The strong man just glanced at Yang Jian, and continued to stand in the center without moving a bit.

The other is a woman with several layers of white gauze wrapped around her body. She is tightly wrapped, only revealing a pair of smart eyes and nose and mouth.

At this time, it was looking at Yang Jian curiously, with a little eagerness in its eyes.

There is another one, tens of feet tall, with six heads and twelve arms on the upper body. The body is carved with complicated formations, and the lower body is a cylindrical cylinder, like the barrel of a giant cannon, which is firmly stuck on the city wall.

This huge monster slowly moved its huge body, and the face carved with formation showed a little smile, and waved to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian cupped his hands in return, not knowing how to greet him for a while.

And the last puppet was sitting in the corner of the city wall. It was an old man in a loose robe with messy long hair. He held two logs in his hands and kept trying to figure something out. After seeing Yang Jian, he lowered his head and continued to play with the logs.

"Are you looking for us?"

A voice resembling a lark pierced into his ears, and Yang Jian nodded quickly, looking at the quasi-sage puppet who spoke.

——It was the puppet who was wrapped in veils and had a figure like a woman.

She took the initiative to greet her, stepped across the layers of heaven and earth, and appeared in front of Yang Jian; but she had a petite and exquisite figure, and her head only reached Yang Jian's chest.

Yang Jian cupped his hands, "I don't know how to address senior, if there is any impoliteness, I still look at Haihan."

"My name is Fourteen. You can call me Fourteen. Then what should I call you? The Archmage said that you are his nephew, and you are also here to help defend the city."

Puppet Fourteen spoke softly, just two or three words, and Yang Jian felt that his heart was pure, like a girl who had never been polluted by mortal dust, quite pure.

"My name is Yang Jian, and I am the nephew of the Archmage."

"Martial nephew, does it mean that your master is his junior brother?"

"Yep."

Puppet Fourteen nodded, his expression was covered and he couldn't see the general situation, but his eyes were quite serious.

She raised her hand a little, opened the universe here, pulled out a piece of wood, and carved a few simple but very mysterious characters on the wood.

Yang Jian asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm afraid I forgot what your name is, so engrave your name on my heart pillar."

Puppet Fourteen said this, put the piece of wood back into the crack, clapped his hands again, and closed the crack of Qiankun.

This move really shocked Yang Jian.

Where is this? Xuandu City! The way of heaven and earth is completely distorted in Xuandu City!

This puppet with the appearance of a girl can cut through the universe so freely...

Sure enough, the Great Master Xuandu once said that all the puppets here have combat strength higher than their corresponding strength, and he was not just talking casually.

"Do you have anything to do with us?" Puppet Fourteen blinked and asked curiously.

"Hey, that's it," Yang Jian sighed in his heart, he was really looking at the sky from a well.

This puppet is just something made by others, the power to create these puppets, I really don't know what kind of elegance it is.

Yang Jian said honestly: "I'm quite interested in puppet art, I don't know how to get started, and I want to ask some people for advice..."

"Oh, you want to learn how to make puppets." The quasi-holy puppet seemed to have a clear understanding of herself. She pointed to the corner under the city wall and made a big circle with her hands. "Go and ask him. We are all made by him. Here, all the puppets in the city are made by him!"

Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded.

Puppets make puppets? Can you still create a quasi-sacred puppet?

What is this called!

The strange talk of prehistoric and chaos is really nothing more than that.