The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Brother, we just heard in heaven that burning lamps and... apostasy are true?"

"Naturally it is true."

Nezha stared at him immediately, "Then why didn't you just keep them, why did you let them go? People are discussing this matter everywhere in the heavenly court, and what they say is worse than the other!"

Wei Hu said from the side: "It's just those slanderous words of those Jiejiao immortals."

Yang Jian yawned, "Let them say what they say, you should be harmonious in your daily life, don't argue again."

At that moment, Yang Jian briefly recounted the previous situation of Yuxu Palace. After hearing this, most of them looked resentful, but Mu Zha and Jin Zha looked embarrassed.

Mu Zha's master is Puxian Taoist, and Jin Zha is a teacher of Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun. Although the two of them are used as disciples to prevent disasters, the relationship between master and apprentice cannot be faked. They also get along for a long time, and the relationship between master and apprentice is also there.

Lei Zhenzi glanced at Mu Zha, intending to change the topic, but Nezha had already looked at his two older brothers and asked, "Should the two elder brothers be Taoist or Western?"

Mu Zha scratched his head for a while, Jin Zha also sighed softly, frowning in thought.

"Actually, you don't need to worry about this matter," Yang Jian said aside, "It is Manjusri and Puxian who betrayed the teachings. Although you two are their disciples, you did not intend to betray the teachings. Yuxu Palace should not blame you."

Jin Zha said: "But if Master calls, how shall we respond?"

"Just go," Yang Jian said, "Could it be that you still want to deny Master because of the sect?"

The corner of Nezha's mouth twitched, and Yang Jian stared back at him just as he was about to speak.

Lei Zhenzi also said: "Now we are all leading troops in the Heavenly Court. This matter is not under our control, and we don't need to think about it."

"That's right," Yang Jian said, "Now that the court is very powerful, you can stay in the court honestly. If things change, you can come to Guanjiangkou to find me."

Mu Zha and Jin Zha each nodded, still frowning and puzzled.

These two, sandwiched between Chanjiao and their respective masters, can easily become Marshal Canopy looking in the mirror-they are not human inside and out, and it is better to stay still than to act rashly.

Nezha didn't ask much about the two elder brothers for the time being, but asked himself: "Senior brother, why did the uncle let them go like this?"

"The master naturally has the considerations and concerns of the master, which is beyond your comprehension." Yang Jian frowned suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "I still have things to do, and there is going to be a fight on the Chaos Sea. Let's stop today for now. You go back to the heavenly court and practice honestly, don't worry about it."

Nezha's eyes lit up immediately: "Where to fight? Who to fight? Brother, take me!"

Yang Jian laughed, waved his hands, and slowly closed his eyes without saying a word.

An aura gushed out from Yang Jian's incarnation, and then wrapped around Yang Jian's body, adding a little majesty to Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian's mind has passed through the barriers of the chaotic sea and arrived at Ao Xinke's side.

His body had turned into a stubborn rock before. At this moment, Ao Xinke used magical powers to keep this stubborn rock in his sleeve. As soon as Yang Jian returned to his mind, he 'opened his eyes' and saw a forearm carved like beautiful jade.

It was quite noisy outside, and some kind of long and unpleasant horn sound rolled and reverberated, adding a certain desolate weight.

With his consciousness scattered, Yang Jian saw that in front of him was an 'eggshell' that could not be seen. The black spirit stones that formed the cornerstone of the formation continued to shine brightly, like an extremely strong boat, carrying a big world, floating in the chaotic sea.

Black spirit world?

This place seems to be much grander than the Wuling Realm, which is naturally related to the strength gap between the Black Spirit Lord and the Wu Spirit Lord.

Lord Hei Ling is an existence who can compete with Master Xuandu, and Lord Wu Ling is just an 'ordinary' quasi-sage, without the magical power of turning into rain and fog, he wouldn't even be considered a 'great supernatural being'.

Ao Xinke dressed up as a servant of the Wuling Lord, and stood together with a few female officials and a dozen generals and marshals from the Wuling world, with the Wuling Lord's chariot behind him.

In front of them was the army of the Black Spirit Realm, and a group of people greeted them from the front of the army. Among them were seven or eight quasi-sages or the aura of the peak of Da Luo...

what is this? It should be a warning to Lord Wuling and his party.

There is no need for the black lord to show his face, the battle to welcome them is enough to take down Wuling Lord and his party—excluding Ao Xinke and Yang Jian.

Lord Wu Ling sat lazily on the chariot, waving his hands to the front, and two quasi-sages, a man and a woman, greeted the front, and exchanged polite greetings with those who greeted them.

Yang Jian hid in the dark and watched for a while. These chaotic creatures have a lot of stinky rules, and I don't know if they are all kinds of 'bad habits' spread from the prehistoric.

Send the voice to Ao Xinke: "I'm here, how do you arrange today?"

Ao Xinke could clearly feel relieved.

"My husband, if you don't need to show up later, don't show up today. We haven't prepared for consummation yet, and we are not 100% sure that we can win the Black Spirit Realm."

Yang Jian savored Ao Xinke's words. Although there was always a ray of soul following Ao Xinke, he only perceived her various changes. If his mood fluctuated or he encountered the breath of a strong person, he would wake up Yang Jian who was in seclusion.

In other words, Yang Jian didn't know what Ao Xinke had done in the past three hundred years. He only knew that Ao Xinke had never been angry, had no great joy or sorrow, and had never encountered a strong enemy.

The couple don't need to be bored if they have something to say, Yang Jian asked in a voice: "Tell me about this matter in detail."

"Well, I actually made a mistake. When I arranged for someone to attack a master in the Rain Spirit Realm, the master escaped by chance and revealed some clues."

Ao Xinke spoke with a little gloom, "The Lord of the Rain Spirit has already become vigilant at this time, and even joined forces with the Lord of the Black Spirit to put pressure on the Wuling. Today, the Lord of the Black Spirit used the excuse of reconciling the conflict between the two worlds, and the four spirit masters gathered in the Black Spirit Realm... that's how it is."

Yang Jian nodded secretly, and just wanted to say a few words of comfort to Ao Xinke. After all, everyone makes mistakes, and it's not bad that he only missed one in more than three hundred years.

But when the words came to his lips, Yang Jian suddenly remembered that before he retreated this time, it seemed that they were discussing that the next strategy should be the evil spirit world...

Yang Jian asked in a voice: "Why did you go to plot against the Rain Spirit Realm? What happened to the Evil Spirit Realm?"

"The secret control is complete," Ao Xinke chuckled. "The initial plan was the most troublesome. It took more than a hundred years to plan a quasi-sage from the evil spirit world. With this breakthrough and the masters of the fog spirit world driving, it took only fifty or sixty years to control the spirit core of the evil spirit master."

Yang Jian was dumbfounded for a while...

Suddenly there is a lack of sense of existence. If there is no accident this time, Yang Jian will concentrate on retreating for another two or three hundred years. Could it be that Ao Xinke has quietly integrated the four spirit worlds, and when he leaves the customs, he will start sweeping the chaotic sea...

Although Ao Xinke said it was light and easy, there must have been a lot of calculations and schemes involved.

The point is that it must be extremely concealed, otherwise, even if there is a means to control the spiritual core, once it is exposed, it will provoke the siege of the Chaos Spirit Race.

Yang Jian felt a headache when he thought about how much effort it would take to calculate.

"troubled you."

"Being able to do something for my husband is much better than waiting in Honghuangkong." Ao Xinke replied softly.

For a moment, Yang Jian didn't know how to answer the words. Thinking of Xiao Lan who had been in seclusion and hadn't left the seclusion until today, he felt somewhat guilty...

Sure enough, he still can't step on two boats like a standard prehistoric man.

The ceremonial guard of the Wuling Lord began to move forward slowly, and the big black formation in front of him slowly opened a 'big mouth' to include them.

Its internal structure is actually not too different from that of the Wuling Realm, but the fairy islands are connected together to form a huge landmass.

The lower part is the earth, but the upper part uses formations to place treasures, constructing a star map, and using formations to evolve the sun to rise and the moon to set.

This Black Spirit Realm looks like a great world in chaos; of course, this is only a superficial imagination, this tunnel is still chaotic and disorderly, and it is not suitable for the cultivation of prehistoric creatures. Most of the creatures here are still tribes born and raised in the sea of ​​chaos.

There are very few prehistoric monks in the Black Spirit Realm and the Evil Spirit Realm—as mentioned by the Wu Spirit Master before, the Black Spirit Realm and the Evil Spirit Realm are not friendly to the prehistoric monks.

Looking all the way, Yang Jian saw several magnificent cities, and saw all kinds of chaotic creatures living together, and there were also large armies gathered everywhere.

Ao Xinke and Yang Jian had the same heart and a tacit understanding. Seeing that Yang Jian hadn't spoken for a long time, she took the initiative to send a voice to Yang Jian and said, "Your husband, you know, what do most of the chaotic spirits with low cultivation bases do for a living?"

Yang Jian pondered for a while and asked, "Is it possible to cultivate in chaos?"

"There are only a few spirit fruits, which are the delicacies of this place, and you won't be able to eat them casually." Ao Xinke chuckled lightly, not daring to betray Yang Jian, and said directly: "They all eat a kind of stone..."

"Eat rocks?"

"Actually, it shouldn't be considered a stone. It's just something condensed like catkins floating in the chaotic sea. There is a little spiritual power attached to it, which can allow the weak Chaos Spirit Race to absorb spiritual power. I ate it once, and the taste...is quite interesting."

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile.

Ao Xinke continued: "In the Black Spirit Realm, the Chaos Spirit Race is all enslaved by the Black Spirit Lord. They only have two things to do, one is to reproduce, and the other is to work for the Black Spirit Lord."

"Those who can cultivate and have good combat power must serve in the army. Those who are low-level and have poor aptitude must enter the Chaos Sea regularly, and bring back enough 'soil' to fill in this place for food."

"Therefore, the military strength of the Black Spirit Realm is quite strong, far above the other three spirit realms, and its territory is also constantly expanding. If it continues to develop like this, maybe the Black Spirit Lord can open up another world."

Yang Jian was a little shocked and inexplicable.

"Then why didn't the Chaos Spirit Clan turn against the Black Spirit Lord?"

Ao Xinke blinked, and continued to whisper to Yang Jian: "Why do you want to rebel? They rely on the mountain of the Black Spirit Realm, and they can live safely in the sea of ​​​​chaos until the end of their lives. This is quite stable for other chaotic tribes."

"The pursuit of these Chaos Spirit Race is really not high."

"The same is true for the other three spirit worlds, except that there are many masters in the fog spirit world and the rain spirit world. They are relatively more civilized, but there are still many such vassal tribes."

Yang Jian was silent for a while, and the chariot had already started to fall slowly, towards the center of an extremely magnificent city below.

"Husband, Xinke is overstepping the rules, but can you listen to Xinke's words and act later? If we can not have a showdown with the Black Spirit Lord today, we will have more advantages in preparation."

"Okay, I'll do what you say," Yang Jian naturally agreed happily, and added, "You're welcome."

Ao Xinke pursed her lips and smiled, then continued to put on an indifferent face, watching the people in the black spirit world in front of her.

Hearing a thick voice from the figures in front of him, they shouted: "Please invite Master Wuling into the palace!"