The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Just kidding, fellow daoist, don't worry!"

Yang Jian let the five-color divine light blast on his body, and wrapped the spreading Dao rhyme with Xuangang Xuanqi, so as not to disturb the residual spirit of the saint here.

Kong Xuan jumped ten feet away, glared at Yang Jian angrily, turned his head and walked aside.

"Fellow Daoist, how about hunting for treasure together?"

Yang Jian greeted him with a smile, but Kong Xuan ignored him.

Weighing the orb in his hand, Yang Jian wanted to refine the treasure, but found that he didn't need to spend his heart and soul to practice, as long as he held the orb in his hand, he could use it as he wanted.

I don't know which era's treasure it is, but the ability to block the consciousness and hide oneself is quite powerful; even, the previous owner of this orb has died here, and this orb is still functioning.

The Hidden Orb is gray-black, with a faint mysterious light lingering, the outer color is slightly lighter, and the inner color is slightly heavier. If you look closely, it looks like an eyeball, which makes people shudder.

Hiding his whereabouts, Yang Jian continued to search around, and began to rely on the chick on his shoulders.

This little guy who doesn't know his heels is quite miraculous. Yang Jian couldn't walk a few dozen steps before he started hopping and flapping his wings again.

Yang Jian laughed, followed the young bird's guidance to the base of a fairy sculpture, looked down carefully for a while, and picked up a severed necklace on the base of the colorful streamer.

Just the touch of a finger, a ray of coolness penetrated into the Lingtai, and Yang Jian's tree of primordial spirit shook slightly, as if he was quite happy.

Another treasure.

Yang Jian put away the treasure, forced out a drop of mysterious blood from his fingertips, and wrapped it with mysterious energy and sent it into the mouth of the chick, who chirped excitedly.

"My profound blood is hard-earned, I will feed you a drop a day from now on, okay?"

The chick's little head nodded suddenly, and then moved closer to Yang Jian's neck, rubbing back and forth in various intimate ways.

Feeding with his own blood, could this little guy really be some kind of vicious thing?

But it doesn't feel like it, and Yang Jian's mind is connected with it, and he can realize that it is indeed extremely dependent on him.

Perhaps, this is the habit of Taishi spirit beasts.

Now is not the time to study this, Yang Jian continued to move forward, with the chicks around, he soon harvested three or four treasures that were damaged but still had some effect, which was a good harvest.

Moreover, Yang Jian has that strange bead hidden in his body, and the collection of treasures is done quietly, absolutely silently.

But Yang Jian was a little anxious. As the area he walked through became larger and larger, the Dinghai Shenzhu still disappeared, and his hope became more and more bleak...

Master Xuandu brought him here because the saint here once robbed...

Um? No, something is wrong with this!

Various doubts arose in Yang Jian's heart. He looked at the surrounding environment, hid under a glazed pillar, and began to smooth his thoughts.

Dinghai Shenzhu is a magic weapon of a saint in the Taisu era. It was originally owned by a Daoist saint. After this saint fell, the orb was snatched by two other saints. In the end, it was divided into twelve and twenty-four pieces, and they were brought into Xuandu City at the same time.

However, it was brought into Xuandu City, not the saint's tomb!

Master Tongtian obtained twenty-four Dinghai Divine Beads, which were restricted in Xuandu City!

Instead, I ran to this tomb of a saint who I don't know what year or life, but it must have been before the Taisu era?

Could it be that he was tricked by Uncle Xuandu?

Yang Jian patted his forehead, frowned and thought for a while, then raised his head and began to search for the location of Xuandu, and then walked over.

It is better to ask these things clearly, what exactly is Master Xuandu hiding, and what is he planning on him...

From the very beginning, the uncle behaved a little bit wrong...

While walking, Xuandu suddenly turned around and looked around, Yang Jian stopped immediately.

"Strange, where did my nephew go? Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"Hmph, Xuandu, are you lying to me again?" There was an old voice with a little anger, "If you lie to me again this time, even if that little girl Xueji protects you, I will let you suffer!"

"Don't be impatient, aren't you the tomb guard? Quickly find out where my nephew went!"

At that moment, a dao rhyme circulated in front of Xuandu, and Yang Jian finally saw what it was talking to Xuandu...

The cloud and mist cleared, and the eighty-first stone pillar that disappeared from Yang Jian's sight just now showed its trace again, standing right in front of Xuandu!

And there was an illusory figure in the stone pillar, an old man with white hair and white robe, staring at Xuandu with anger on his face.

"You really lied to me again! Is your nephew a bird? What I want is a tyrannical embryo. This is obviously an internal cultivation path! Wow!"

The old man in white robe yelled loudly, Xuandu frowned, and a tyrannical consciousness permeated the air.

Neither of them could find any trace of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian walked ten feet away, with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the quarrel between Master Xuandu and the old man in the pillar, and finally figured out what was going on.

"You! Xuandu! You cheated hundreds of treasures from me, and I even offended most of the tomb guards here in order to help you get the treasures! That's how you repay me! Ah! It's easy to bully me when I'm an old man!"

"I've said it all, I sent him in personally, who made you sleepy! I'm going to find him now!""

"Want to leave? If you don't speak clearly today, you can sleep with me here!"

A shocking aura suddenly surged out of the glazed pillar, Yang Jian was too close, and was almost shocked by the aura.

Xuandu's face also turned pale, obviously he was not the opponent of the remnant spirit here.

A somewhat shriveled palm popped out of the glazed pillar, Xuandu snorted coldly, and drew Tai Chi Pisces with both hands, quickly condensing into a Tai Chi diagram; but the Tai Chi diagram was torn apart by the withered hand as soon as it was condensed.

At that moment, Qiankun Dao seemed to be completely ignored, and Xuandu's magic power was also completely ignored. The thin and withered palm lightly pinched Xuandu's neck.

"I really, cough! I really didn't lie to you, old bastard!"

The old man in the pillar scolded angrily: "I'm an old bastard, you're a little bastard! You're simply even more asshole than your teacher!"

"Cough! Cough! Let me go find him first... If something really happens to him, be careful, Teacher, they... pick up your old grave..."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Yang Jian let out a snort, dissipated the Daoyun around him, and put the orb into Xuangui's belt without a trace.

This is a wonderful treasure, and the escape and Yin people are unique.

And now it seems that Master Xuandu is not so reliable...

"Master looking for me?"

Master Xuandu turned his head when he heard the words, the eyes of the old man in the white robe in the pillar lit up, and he stared at Yang Jian for a while, as if an old devil saw a stunning big yellow flower.

Seeing Yang Jian's gloomy face, Xuan Du immediately knew that the matter had been revealed, so he braced himself and lowered his head to cough.

"Nephew, come here and meet this senior. This is...the tomb guard spirit here, just like the Xue Sheng tomb guard spirit you have seen before."

Yang Jian nodded and bowed to the old man. Although he felt a little awkward, it was not easy to get angry.

"I have seen the seniors."

"You don't need to be formal, I don't pay attention to these things here, just walk in and let the old man have a look," the old man smiled and nodded, and in the blink of an eye he regained his immortal appearance.

Yang Jian took a few steps forward, and Kong Xuan also came from the side, but he just stood tens of feet away and didn't come over.

Yang Jian said: "Uncle Master, can you explain the cause and effect to Nephew?"

"Well," Xuandu squeezed out an ugly smile, "Actually...it's probably what you saw just now, the Dinghai Shenzhu is in the hands of this senior, but he proposed that our Taoist sect find him a successor, and he must be a successor with excellent physical fitness..."

Yang Jian nodded, "Master, why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"You have a deep friendship with your teacher. I'm afraid you will think that this is a violation of the friendship between the teacher and the student and you are not willing to come."

Xuan Du coughed, "But this place is indeed extremely dangerous. I wanted you to come in by yourself. After passing the Xinhai Boundary Monument, you will definitely attract the attention of this old thing, this old man, and then this old man will pick you up here. I didn't expect you to stop at the Xinhai Boundary Monument, so I took you to a shortcut."

Yang Jian asked again: "Then why don't you directly enter the Xinhai Realm corresponding to the tomb here?"

"Something went wrong with this old senior, and he couldn't stay too far away from this pillar, and couldn't control the affairs of the Heart Sea Realm. He is no better than Xue Sheng's tomb guard."

This question and answer is like torture.

Yang Jian's face softened a little, and he bowed to Xuan Du: "Uncle Master is painstaking, nephew should not be suspicious, because he offended him earlier."

Xuan Du heaved a sigh of relief, waved his hands, and said with a straight face: "You are also helping you for the sake of the prehistoric beings, and for the sake of this chaotic myriad spirits. You don't need to thank me, you just work hard. In this way, you have a good discussion with the old man, and I will take Kong Xuan to go shopping elsewhere."

"No need," Yang Jian shook his head with a calm expression, "I don't want to do anything that will chill Master."

Xuandu knew such an expression, and the old man in the pillar hurriedly said: "How can this make your master feel cold? I don't want you to learn from a master, but I don't want this skill to fade away! I beg you as an old man, just stay and try it!"

While speaking, the old man in the glazed pillar made a strange bow to Yang Jian, the anxiety in his eyes was not fake.

In countless years, this is the only seedling that caught his eye, so he must not let it go so easily.

Hearing this, Yang Jian said: "You don't get rewarded for your merits. Seniors are like this. I feel uneasy."

"It's not without reward. You learn this method, and you will avenge me in the future!" The old man sighed, with endless regrets in his eyes, endless nostalgia, and tears in his words, "Although I can't remember where those powerful enemies came from, I still remember that I killed countless enemies in my lifetime, and I was a general for my side! If I don't pass on this merit, I really will die in peace!"

'I'?

The old man kept saying 'I was back then' and 'I was alive', it seemed that he regarded himself as a saint himself.

However, the Xuesheng Remnant Spirit he met before drew a clear line between himself and the saint's corpse.

Xuan Du persuaded from the side: "This is a good thing, you don't have to worry too much, and the orb is here, if you have thirty-six Dinghai Shenzhu to protect yourself, even though this chaos is big, you can get it as you like!"

Yang Jian thought about it for a while, and it would be a lie to say that he was not moved, but he still felt that there would be no such thing as a pie in the sky.

"Dare to ask senior, what kind of profound art is this?"

The old man raised his head slightly, and with a somewhat proud tone, he said slowly: "Hundred forged colored glaze should be the real body, and the infinity can be born to shape the spirit. The way of the immortal saint through the ages, and the only way to be invincible in all battles. Listen carefully, this skill is the mysterious technique that I used to break through the holy realm and sweep the spirit world! Well, let’s call it the 'Invincible Golden Body Technique'. I also somewhat...some forget the real name..."

Kong Xuan in the distance was amused, and most of Yang Jian's concern was lost.

This old senior and the great mage of Xuandu are also like-minded, and they have a perfect understanding.