The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Inexplicably, because of the depression caused by the glimpse of the layers of clouds, Yang Jian dispersed most of the time after seeing the remnant spirit of the Snow Saint, and kept teasing Xuandu with his eyes.

Master Xuandu glared at Yang Jian with a straight face, and struggled a little with his arm, but failed to break free from Xue Sheng Canling's little hand, so he stopped struggling.

After all, this is the territory of Xuesheng Canling, and the two of them also have something to ask for from Xuesheng Canling.

At first, the Great Master of Xuandu was reluctant to enter. First, he wanted to take Yang Jian back to Xuandu City, and secondly, he did not want to see the girl in the snow again.

But behind the Xinhai Boundary Monument, Xuan Du saw that Yang Jian was in a depressed mood and was not in a good state. Fearing that something might have happened to Yang Jian, he pulled down his skin and came to seek help from the Xue Shengling, and sent Yang Jian directly to the tombs of the saints.

"Follow me," Xue Sheng Can Ling called softly, pulling Xuandu and leading Yang Jian into the depths of the hall.

Xuan Du let out a long sigh, and let Xue Sheng Can Ling pull him intimately, he really didn't want to see Yang Jian's playful smiling face.

The gate of the palace was slowly closed, and the incomplete world connected to it gradually disappeared, the wind was gone, and the chill also quietly receded.

The main hall seems to be carved out of an ice crystal, and it seems to be the ice surface of a frozen lake under the feet. There are some icicles around, supporting a simple dome.

Boom...

Yang Jian suddenly heard some kind of heartbeat, subconsciously looked down, his eyes were in a trance, as if he saw an ice crystal coffin under the ice layer, and there was a gentle woman lying in the coffin.

"Huh?"

Xue Sheng Canling turned his head and looked at Yang Jian with surprise on his face, "You can see me?"

Yang Jian quickly retracted his gaze, cupped his hands and said, "I have offended you so much, please forgive me."

"Don't worry, it's just a dead cicada slough to me." Xue Sheng Can Ling said with a light smile, looked at Yang Jian, and said in a low voice, "If I didn't know that you are the ascetics after Tai Chi and Tai Su, I would have thought you were someone's reincarnation."

"Oh?" Xuandu also became interested, "Whose reincarnation do you think he looks like?"

"I can't see clearly," Xue Sheng blinked, "I was buried here in my era, and the spirit clouds of the 108 large tombs here have not dissipated. How can anyone survive?"

Lingyun...

It must be the silver clouds floating on the top of these 'volcanic' tombs that can be seen from a distance.

The words of Xue Sheng Canling corresponded exactly with the words of the Taoist of Jiebei.

Yang Jian couldn't help asking: "Senior, which era is the era buried here?"

"I can't tell," Xue Sheng Canling gently shook his head, "I'm just a ray of obsession from a saint who died back then. I'm a gravekeeper, not a saint from back then."

Xuandu said: "Before the Taiji Realm and after the Taiyi Realm, it should be the Taishi Realm."

Yang Jian nodded lightly, and continued to follow Xuesheng, the hall in front of him became more and more empty.

At this time, they should be walking in a "volcano" that Yang Jian had seen before; a saint of the Dao of Ice was buried here, and the remaining sage rhyme made it difficult for Yang Jian's mysterious body to resist.

When he reached the middle of the main hall, Yang Jian heard another sound of 'dong', like the ringing of bells and drums, like the beating of a heart.

This time he didn't look down, he felt something in his heart and looked up.

The top of the hall above the head has melted away, and what comes into view is a sea of ​​stars, the nebula is continuous, and the stars are overlapping. If you look closely, you can see countless stars...

This is the spiritual cloud after the death of the saint?

Faintly, Yang Jian glimpsed a portal in the spiritual cloud, as if it was the return path left for the saint's true spirit.

It's a pity that countless years have passed, and no saint's true spirit can return. The number of tombs here has always been one hundred and eight, and has never decreased.

"If you are really interested in Lingyun, why don't I pass on your great dream powers, maybe you are lucky enough to be able to wander around the world of these Lingyun."

The voice of Master Xuandu came from the side, and Yang Jian was shocked, and looked at Xuandu eagerly.

Xuandu smiled slightly: "How about defending the city for another ten thousand years?"

"Okay," Yang Jian immediately agreed without any hesitation, which caught Xuandu by surprise.

It's useless to look too much, it's better to find the Dinghai Shenzhu earlier, and then ask Xuandu about this unbelievable magical power.

Sleepwalking in thousands of worlds, good fortune emerges from them.

The two continued to follow Xue Sheng Cang Ling, and the hall in front of them gradually narrowed again until they reached the end, and there was another portal.

"Going out from here, you will be among the tombs," Xue Sheng Canling said softly, "Although your uncle often comes here to hunt for treasures, the danger here is something he cannot stop for you."

Xuan Du also said: "The one hundred and eight large tombs already formed a large formation, which fixed the chaotic sea outside. Each saint's tomb has the layout of the saints before they died. After all, no one wants to let people disturb their bodies."

Xue Sheng Canling continued: "The most important thing to be wary of is those monks who have not left after coming here. I don't know how many monks have come here to seek opportunities in the countless years of my own spiritual consciousness. There are also many people who came here to avoid disasters. Although most of them died, some disappeared. Maybe they are still alive."

Xuandu said again: "For example, Qianhong, as you know, hid here when the Taisu world fell. No one can guarantee that when the era before Taisu collapsed, there will be strong people hiding in this world."

"Well, I'll be careful," Yang Jian finally managed to intervene, interrupting the two people's "singing and harmonizing".

A moment later, under the watchful eyes of Saint Xue, the two flew out of Saint Xue's tomb.

There are continuous spiritual clouds above the head, which seem to be connected one by one, but they are distinct;

All you can see are large tombs in the shape of "volcanoes" of various colors, which are similar in scale and shape, but the Taoist rhymes contained in each place are very different.

"Uncle, where are we going?"

Yang Jian was honest, and directly asked Master Xuandu for help.

Xuandu snorted a little displeased: "Are you looking for treasure or am I looking for treasure? Let's go this way, I probably know where the twelve beads are."

Sure enough, since Xuandu will have a ten thousand year contract with Yang Jian, he must know some definite clues.

There are avenues and rhymes circulating around, and the roads are intertwined like a net, and there is a large formation here... Being able to fly here is also a proof of one's own strength.

Yang Jian's flying wasn't fast, but it didn't seem strenuous; Xuandu was even more leisurely, constantly scanning around, obviously slowing down to accommodate Yang Jian.

"Uncle, why didn't Taoist Qianhong have a spirit cloud after his death?"

Xuandu said calmly: "The times of the saints are different, and the strength of the Dao saints in different eras is also different. Although there is no distinction in essence, they are all strong people who have jumped out of their own Dao, but the Dao itself has differences in strength."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. According to this, these ages in the chaotic sea are not as good as the previous generation?

What is Hong Huang still struggling with...

Xuandu seemed to have seen through Yang Jian's thoughts, and sneered, "How can there be eggs in a nest? Even in our prehistoric world, there are not even half a saint of the great way, and we can't be slaughtered, we have to fight."

Yang Jian nodded solemnly: "That's right, we must not embarrass God Pan Gu."

"Pangu..."

Xuandu's voice was tinged with a little loneliness, "The teacher once said that if God Pan Gu took half a step forward when he was practicing in the Taisu Realm, the Taisu Realm would be saved from destruction, and this Chaos Sea would not be what it is today."

"It's only half a step away."

Xuan Du let out a long sigh, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued to fly forward.

They flew for a long time, and just passed three or four large tombs, the direction Xuandu pointed was still far away, at least it would take half a day to fly.

The two spent tea time in silence, and Yang Jian asked, "Is Xin Ke outside alone?"

"Don't worry, Xuandu City is much more stable than Honghuang."

"En." Yang Jian didn't say any more, but kept his state at the peak, concentrating on it, and didn't dare to relax at all.

The tombs were extremely quiet, and the stardust above the head flickered faintly, which attracted Yang Jian's mind unconsciously.

If there are only these one hundred and eight 'spiritual clouds', which one is my 'hometown'?

Universe, time, time and space, principles, rules, rules...

Originally, Yang Jian thought that he already had a general understanding of the Chaos Sea, and could understand the various visions in the Chaos Sea; but at this moment, he felt that he knew very little, and his knowledge was far from enough.

And if he really explores these questions that he doubts, endless years may not be enough.

The powerful enemy who destroyed the Taisu Realm and hunted down Pan Gu is now threatening the safety of the Great Desolation. Yang Jian lives in the Desolation and fights to the end to protect the Desolation, protecting himself, relatives and friends, and thousands of creatures.

If Pangu took that half step back then, what realm would he have reached?

Could it be that he reached the pinnacle of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu and deduced the Ninth Turn of the Mysterious Kung Fu, would he be able to catch up with Pan Gu?

At the very least, Yang Jian saw with his own eyes that Pan Gu protected a group of souls into the prehistoric wilderness...

Xuandu stopped suddenly, Yang Jian barely stopped behind Xuandu, and did not collide with the uncle.

Xuandu said in a voice: "There are people fighting in the tomb ahead, should we take a detour or go to see the excitement?"

"There are still fighting techniques here?"

"It's rare, but it happens occasionally," Xuan Du sneered, "Old monsters hiding here will not act rashly if they don't see a treasure. If they see a treasure, they will run faster than anyone else."

Yang Jian really wanted to know if the old monsters that Xuandu talked about were all Daoist saints like Qianhong.

It shouldn't be, or rather, not quite.

"Let's take a detour," Yang Jian said, "It's not what I need, and it's useless to be tempted."

"Good." Xuan Du laughed, calculated the route, and took Yang Jian to avoid the large tomb in the distance.

As soon as the two of them changed their way, several figures rushed out of the tomb, one of them flew the fastest, but the three chasing behind were also dissatisfied.

Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness was squeezed by the sage here, and he could barely see a vague shadow;

Master Xuandu saw it clearly and clearly, turned his head and asked: "The one who is being chased is your old enemy, why don't you go and trick her? God has given you a good opportunity."

Old enemy?

Yang Jian is a little confused, what old enemies does he have? Mei Kongmei has become a cute monster now, she is carefree and fluttering butterflies every day in Meishan, what old enemy can she have.

Just as he was about to ask, his consciousness suddenly captured five familiar brilliance, which bloomed between the tombs...

Blue, yellow, red, black, white!

Five-color divine light!