The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The great mage Xuandu came suddenly and walked gracefully. He took a wisp of soul from the Lord of the Black Spirit, poured it into a jade tablet with special restrictions, handed it to Yang Jian, and then drifted away.

This jade card is an object that can instantly take the life of the Black Spirit Lord; even if the Black Spirit Lord tried his best to prevent it, if Yang Jian crushed the jade card, she would be directly injured.

Primordial soul - the core soul of the primordial spirit, is the life of a monk.

Xuandu's appearance this time was simply to protect the life of the Black Spirit Lord.

According to Xuandu's thinking, Yang Jian would be able to share equal shares with the Black Spirit Lord, at least it would take thousands of years of practice; it was also unexpected that Yang Jian would have such an improvement after getting the Dinghai Shenzhu.

In fact, it was just a coincidence that Yang Jian had made a mistake in his practice. He made himself half-dead but forced himself to act in the Rain Spirit Realm, which attracted Yang Jian's temptation and murderous intent.

Knowing that she was from an ancient human race, Yang Jian also respected her a little more, and after Xuandu left, he took the initiative to move forward.

As soon as he took a step, the Black Spirit Lord subconsciously took half a step back. Both the woman and the black shadow looked at Yang Jian vigilantly.

Yang Jian picked up the jade card and waved it around, then put the jade card away.

The Black Spirit Lord laughed at himself, the black shadow gradually returned to his body, and he sat there with blank eyes.

Ao Xinke carried a piece of clothing forward and placed it in front of her.

Yang Jian said: "Master should have told you that I am unifying the four spirit worlds, and you will take care of the black spirit world. We won't ask about it."

The Lord of the Black Spirit raised his head slowly, staring at Yang Jian: "The Black Spirit Realm is for you, let me enter Xuandu City."

"Then we have to wait until your injury recovers." Yang Jian shook his head, "You insist on entering Xuandu City, but there are treasures in Xuandu City that can help you avenge you?"

The Black Spirit Lord was silent, she knelt there, put on her clothes hastily, and she was not angry at all.

Then she heard her say: "It is rumored that there is a sage inheritance in Xuandu City, which can achieve the status of a great sage."

"It's just a rumor?" Yang Jian couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Isn't that enough?" Hei Lingzhu looked up at Yang Jian, gritted his teeth, and hid the tears in his eyes, "I practiced this magic skill myself, and I knew that I had no chance to become a saint. If I couldn't become a saint, I couldn't kill Kunpeng. This rumor is my life-saving straw! If there is no such rumor, I have already lost in the magic power!"

Yang Jian sighed softly: "Forget it, Master Cai also explained just now, you should take care of your injuries. Later Xin Ke will secretly take over the Black Spirit Realm."

"I'm going to Xuandu City now!"

The Black Spirit Lord breathed a little short, and looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes, "Let me in! Even if I can't find the opportunity, let me in!"

Yang Jian and Ao Xinke looked at each other, and they discussed a few words. Ao Xinke also said that now he can concentrate on taking down the Rain Spirit Realm, so Yang Jian nodded slightly.

Don't say that the Black Spirit Lord is seriously injured at this time and is under his control. Even if the Black Spirit Lord is in its prime, Yang Jian is not afraid of her making trouble in Xuandu City.

After all, there are still four puppets whose strength cannot be measured at all.

"Come with me."

Yang Jian said something to the Hei Lingzhu, and then he and Ao Xinke headed towards the Wuling Realm.

After flying for a while, Yang Jian saw that the black spirit master was having trouble flying away, so he stopped and sent some medicinal pills to heal and regulate Qi with profound energy, wrapped her in profound energy, and flew away with her.

Yang Jian really hadn't thought about this scene before.

Even before conceiving the plan to subdue the four spirit worlds, Yang Jian had considered that even if he subdued the Black Spirit Lord, such a master would definitely not bow to him.

But he didn't expect that the Black Spirit Lord's obsession with revenge was so strong that she didn't care about anything else.

The dignity of a master and the self-esteem of a strong man are just a ridiculous trifle in front of her.

Perhaps, it is really difficult for Yang Jian, who has gone so smoothly to become a cultivator today, to realize how much she has paid to have today's strength.

Sending Ao Xinke back to the Wuling Realm, Yang Jian told her to be careful in everything, and then took the Black Spirit Lord to Xuandu City.

It was a little troublesome to enter the city, after all, it was only the Grand Master Xuandu who agreed verbally, and the Black Spirit Lord was still unable to pass through the formation.

Fortunately, there was Xuangui with her, Yang Jian put her in it, and just mixed in like this.

Yang Jian first went to the ninth city wall where the four puppets stayed all year round, and explained the matter of the Black Spirit Lord to puppet Fourteen.

"You don't need to ask us about these things," Puppet Fourteen said with a slight smile in his lark-like voice, "you people from the Taoist sect can decide for themselves."

"Thank you," Yang Jian cupped his hands and released the Black Spirit Lord.

Puppet Fourteen leaned forward with his hands behind his back, and the puppet Fourteen wrapped in cloth strips was similar to the Black Spirit Lord's previous attire.

Hei Lingzhu subconsciously wanted to escape, but fortunately, Yang Jian caught him with profound energy in time.

"Look, this is the city of Xuandu that you have always insisted on entering," Yang Jian said calmly.

"How could..."

Lord Hei Ling's words were slowly filled with unwillingness, and even a little despair.

She knelt on the tower, her body trembling slightly.

With her vision, she can naturally see the defeat of Xuandu City, and she can see that there are no treasures in this place, let alone a chance to become a saint.

On the side, Yang Jian waited for her to kneel for a long time, almost desperate, and finally said something.

"There are actually some inheritances of saints. Come with me. I will take you to the tomb of saints to see if you can find some opportunities."

After Yang Jian said this, the Black Spirit Lord was taken aback for a moment, and then stared at Yang Jian. In addition to anger, there was a little hope and relief in his eyes.

This... a real gentleman who started to learn badly from the master...

Most of the Xuandu City was built in the Taisu era, and it has the same origin as the Four Puppets. It was also a battlefield between the Taisu strong and the powerful enemy, but the final result was that the Xuandu City was completely destroyed, and the tomb of the saint was safe and sound.

When he arrived at the broken wall at the entrance of the saint's tomb, Yang Jian looked at the Lord of the Black Spirit, and said: "If you want to save your life to take revenge, you will obey me in everything after entering. Don't walk around or touch anything."

"Hmph," the Black Spirit Lord curled his lips disapprovingly, "My xinxing will never be worse than yours."

"Okay," Yang Jian sighed faintly, dragged her with profound energy, and stepped into the saint's tomb.

When the sea of ​​hearts appeared, the Black Spirit Lord trembled slightly, and shock and surprise flashed across his eyes.

"The way of saints!"

"Most of them are traps here, let's go inside."

Yang Jian continued to move forward, leading her to watch the past.

At this moment, the spirit of the Black Spirit Lord was very high, greedily comprehending the laws of saints one after another, which made his injury a little worse, but he was still trying to lead the way of saints into his body.

Yang Jian didn't say much, just kept moving forward.

A few snowflakes suddenly blew in front of him, but it was the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit who took the initiative to step out of the Heart Ocean Realm, blocking Yang Jian's only way.

"Where's your uncle?"

"I've seen Senior Xue," Yang Jian saluted, and the Black Spirit Lord was stunned.

Without waiting for Yang Jian to say anything, the Black Spirit Lord suddenly knelt in the air, kowtowed to Xue Sheng Cangling one after another, and repeatedly shouted in a crying voice: "Please pass on my mantle, senior! Please pass on my mantle, senior!"

Xue Sheng Can Ling just frowned slightly, naturally he would not be moved so easily.

Xue Sheng Canling tilted his head and looked at Yang Jian. Yang Jian smiled bitterly, but said: "This is also a poor person who keeps practicing for revenge. I need her to help me in the future. I got the master's permission to bring her here to find some opportunities."

"Revenge? This cultivating obsession is a bit ridiculous."

Xuesheng Remnant Ling raised his plain hand, facing the Black Spirit Lord a little away, then shook his head lightly: "Aptitude is average, understanding is not enough, and the path is the evil path of seeking demons, so you can't inherit my mantle."

"magic?"

"Well, this is actually a very general statement. Under the guise of not practicing Taoism and self-cultivation, in fact, practice is still following the guidance of Taoism."

Xue Sheng Canling shook his head lightly, his figure turned into snow particles and danced in the wind, slowly dissipating.

"However, there are some people who practiced this way and became holy. Let's go look for it."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Yang Jian thanked him, and the Xinhai Realm returned to its original appearance, full of changing fantasies.

The Black Spirit Lord knelt there blankly, and Yang Jian was not in a hurry. She waited for half an hour before she stood up.

"Is there a chance for me?"

"It should be there, but it's also quite dangerous inside. You need to recover your strength before I will let you find it."

Lord Black Spirit nodded calmly, as if he was in no hurry to get here.

Yang Jian took her to move on, and when passing by the Xinhai Boundary, he also specially instructed: "There lives a lonely soul here. This is the enemy of all living beings. Don't be fooled by him and be his feed."

"It should be only me who confuses others."

Shaking his head without saying a word, Yang Jian led her to continue walking for a hundred feet, the familiar door opened, and Master Liuli was still waiting inside the door.

After taking her into the glazed tomb, Yang Jian bowed to the old man in the glazed pillar, "I'm sorry to trouble you again, senior."

"It's okay, it's okay," Master Liuli smiled and waved his hands, looked at Master Heiling, looked at Yang Jian, and said with a smile, "I didn't see that you have a lot of leisure, no matter how fast your cultivation level advances, you should not be complacent."

"Senior, this...well, it's the thug I picked up."

"I have seen senior," the Black Spirit Lord resolutely knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground, "Please also pass on my mantle to me, senior."

The master of the colored glaze gave a cry, thinking that Yang Jian had brought back a practitioner in the flesh, a breath overflowed the orb and wrapped the master of the black spirit inside.

Yang Jian didn't care too much, and released the little guy from the black turtle belt. This little bird, which already looked like a baby eagle, kept spreading its wings excitedly.

"Your Excellency is not suitable for one of my ways." Master Liuli shook his head regretfully, "Your magic skills have gone on the wrong path, why don't you abolish your magic skills and start over again."

Lord Black Spirit flatly refused: "I can't destroy myself! Never!"

"Senior, is there a remnant spirit of a saint who cultivates demons in the saint's tomb here?"

"Yes, there are, but most of the people who practice this way are a bit weird," the master of Liuli blinked at Yang Jian, and Yang Jian suddenly understood something.

The one who can pass on the inheritance of the Black Spirit Lord must be the remnant spirit of the saint who was ransacked by Xuandu and the Liuli Treasure Lord.

"Heal your wounds first," Yang Jian thought for a while, and touched a pot of elixir from the deepest part of the black turtle belt with great heartache, poured out a nine-turn golden elixir, and walked in front of the black spirit master.

Yang Jian looked at this ancient human princess with a flat face but firm eyes, and said in a low voice, "I hope you will be able to fight Kunpeng in the future."

"Nine-turn golden pill?" The black spirit master suddenly changed his face, and looked at Yang Jian in disbelief, "Give it to me?"

Although Yang Jian's expression was calm, the corners of his mouth were still twitching.

The great master gave me a little, and there will be endless battles in the future, and it really hurts to waste one...

However, considering the strength of the Black Spirit Lord, he is really the backbone of besieging the demon master Kunpeng in the future, and in order to buy people's hearts, he will always have to pay a price.

Siege?

When he learned that the Black Spirit Lord was obsessed, Yang Jian had already given up the idea of ​​fighting Kunpeng one-on-one.

"Eat it, I also have a debt to go to Kunpeng to settle, you and I are actually the same way."

Before Yang Jian finished speaking, the Black Spirit Lord had already opened his mouth and moved forward. If Yang Jian hadn't retracted his hand quickly enough, she would have been bitten by her.

"Even if there is a chance, I will die with him!"