The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

At this time, the Sanqing sages were busy repairing the way of heaven. The Taishang Laojun was the incarnation of Lao Tzu. He originally sat in the heavenly court and helped the Jade Emperor survive the most difficult period when the heavenly court was first established. After the heavenly court gradually grew, he seldom appeared.

Now the Taishang Laojun rode out of the Nantian Gate on a green bull, which naturally attracted the attention of all the people in the prehistoric world.

Now, after the Western religion has accepted the great power of interpretation and teaching such as burning lamps, the fortune has become more and more prosperous. As the sage Laozi who is the leader of the Taoism, is he finally going to do something?

But what happened next caught many masters who were looking forward to the battle between the Daoist sect and the Western religion by surprise.

Laojun incarnated as a mortal old man, still using the name of "Lao Tzu", and started to preach... preaching in a leisurely way in the secular world of Nanzhou where the feudal lords ruled.

That's right, it's preaching, and the way you preach is by no means the way in ancient times, when all the innate powers told the living beings about the way of practice.

The Tao taught by 'Lao Tzu' is the teachings of Taoism, or in other words, it should be a kind of thought, a kind of realm, passed on to thousands of living beings in the common world, to give enlightenment, but not to teach them to practice.

Yang Jian sat there and watched without moving for several months.

He knew what Lao Tzu was scheming, but at this moment, the 'collision' and communication between Lao Tzu and many mortal wise men seemed to be enlightening him.

Xiao Lan fell asleep at her desk all the time. She had been in seclusion before and hadn't rested for seven or eight hundred years. She was indeed a little physically and mentally exhausted at this time.

——Let her saliva flow all over her chest, Yang Jian just smiled and didn't bother.

Lao Tzu studied all over the world, but avoided the royal family of Zhou, who still had the luck of the emperor, and refused to be summoned and visited by those princes. He just rode a green bull, wandering through the world of mortals, and wandering freely among the great rivers and mountains of Nanzhou.

That kind of charm that floats away from the outside world and is beneficial to all things without competition is really far beyond the reach of simply accumulating mana and improving the realm of practice.

Yang Jian watched for a long time, then gently pushed Xiao Lan.

"Huh? When did you come back?" Xiao Lan blushed, but still stared at Yang Jian, unwilling to be repelled by her shyness.

Yang Jian made a silent gesture to her, then held her left hand and closed his eyes.

The figure of Lao Tzu he saw was transmitted to the bottom of Xiao Lan's heart.

Xiao Lan knew that Yang Jian was giving her a chance, and immediately watched quietly, and unconsciously began to comprehend the ethereal and invisible Dao rhyme.

Taoism follows nature.

In this way, one year or two years, when Yang Jian opened his eyes and could no longer experience any more natural Dao rhyme, Xiao Lan sat there instead and fell into a quiet comprehension.

It was as if there was a tiny bud in her body, about to stretch and grow...

A little astonishment flashed across Yang Jian's heart, he didn't expect that she could realize such a state.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Jian took out a nine-turn elixir, wrapped it in profound energy, dispersed the medicinal power, and passed it into her mouth smoothly.

"Huh?" Xiao Lan frowned and was about to open her eyes.

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "Practice in closed doors, this pill was refined by a sage, and it will definitely help you overcome your confusion."

Xiao Lan's brows immediately relaxed, and she didn't stop to realize the Dao because of this interruption at all. Instead, she used the Dao rhyme contained in the Nine Turns Spirit Pill to cut into a deeper level of practice.

Yang Jian looked on in amazement. Although Xiao Lan was still some distance away from Da Luo's realm, according to her aptitude, even Da Luo's threshold was hard to reach.

It is also because Xiao Lan's cultivation level is not as good as Da Luo's. Yang Jian's plan to take 1,800 witch clan children to the sea of ​​​​chaos has been half-shelved...

It would be great if the main body is here, you can directly help her wash the fairy body, instill mana, and forcibly raise her realm to the Daluo realm.

Shaking his head, Yang Jian glanced at Lao Tzu who was wandering around Nanzhou, calculated the time, closed his eyes and retreated.

It will take at least ten years for Lao Tzu to go west to Hangu Pass, and he still has things to do in Xuandu City, so he can't wait here all the time.

For more than ten years, a powerful monk can take a nap for hundreds of thousands of years. Few people are like Yang Jian, who can't wait to split one hour into ten hours for use.

That inexplicable sense of urgency has always existed.

He wants to cultivate, to retreat to enlightenment, and to put in effort to subdue the Chaos Spirit Race.

Although the latter is mostly done by his virtuous helpers, sometimes Yang Jian has to do it himself, or let Yang Jian decide the way of development.

After surrendering the Black Spirit Lord, the Black Spirit Realm was naturally controlled by Yang Jian. In order to be more at ease, Yang Jian still asked Ao Xinke to control these chaotic creatures with the method of controlling the spirit core.

Ao Xinke didn't control one by one, it was somewhat similar to a pyramid structure, by controlling three or four people, and then dozens of people, to complete the mastery of the four spirit worlds.

Three hundred years ago, under Yang Jian's single-handed plan, a rebellion broke out in the Yuling Realm. The Yuling Lord led a few confidants to escape, and the Four Spirit Realms were completely brought into Yang Jian's hands.

This force is already a bit terrifying. Not to mention the Chaos Spirit Clan with sufficient military resources, Yang Jian already has nearly 30 Chaos Spirit Clan masters in the quasi-sacred realm.

Although it is far from being able to fight against the current Heavenly Court, if this force rushes into the Great Desolate Wubu Continent, it will also cause great disturbances.

But this is only the first step of the "Long March". Although everything is difficult at the beginning, the next step is to lead the army to attack some large spirit clan countries in the sea. By then, these forces will be damaged.

Over the past three hundred years, the four spirit worlds have been further integrated, spreading tentacles in all directions, subduing one small chaotic tribe after another.

The Lord of Rain, who was intentionally let go by Yang Jian at the beginning, did not disappoint Yang Jian—the other party entered the Chaos Spiritual Kingdom closest to Xuandu City, and kept lobbying this behemoth to send troops to attack the Four Spirit Realm. According to reports from the spies stationed here, perhaps a large army will come to the Four Spirit Realm to plunder in the near future.

For this reason, Yang Jian has to be busy arranging troops and preparing for the big battle.

But in his mind, with the Lord of the Black Spirit sitting in command with him, there shouldn't be too much risk in this battle.

The Chaos Spirit Race is spread all over the Chaos Sea, with a huge base and a long history, they have created and accumulated a considerable number of quasi-sage powerhouses.

Although these quasi-sacred creatures are a little 'water', there are few treasures, and their supernatural powers are somewhat fragmented, but they all have realms and potentials.

Yang Jian kept calculating, if he could subdue more than half of the Chaos Sea, whether the gathered power could be compared with the Taisu era, but no matter how he compared it, it would be a sigh in the end.

Even if the number of the army is comparable to Taisu, even if the backbone combat power of Da Luo and Quasi-Holy Realm can reach Taisu's level, what about the highest saint?

Taisu's forty-nine saints and dozens of Taoist saints were also destroyed by powerful enemies!

Looking at the known Chaos Sea now, there are only the six sages of the wild...

The higher the cultivation level, the more Yang Jian can feel how clever the opponent's move of using 'Qianhong' to mislead the wild creatures is.

It's just irritating.

"well……"

Yang Jian let out a breath, opened his eyes, and there was a little sadness in his eyes.

"Is there something wrong with Honghuang?" Lord Black Spirit asked beside him.

"Ah, it's okay, Xiao Hei, go to my wife first, and we'll discuss it later," Yang Jian resumed his usual calm face, "Master Rain Spirit will bring troops back soon, and I need you to sit in charge. I'll ask Kong Xuan to come out, he is also a capable general."

Lord Black Spirit nodded, got up and walked towards the Chaos Sea.

"It's really indifferent," Yang Jian shook his head, smiled wryly, jumped up to the top of the city and watched for a long time before turning back to Xuandu city.

The job of defending the city is actually quite leisurely. At this time, the Four Spirit Realm is already under Yang Jian's control, and there are basically no people who don't have good eyesight to try to break into the formation.

Not long after, Yang Jian stood in front of the stele depicting the undefeated golden body in the Liuli sage's tomb, quietly standing there, lost in thought again.

The time he spends in trance or thinking is getting longer and longer.

"Senior, I have something to ask."

Yang Jian asked suddenly, a glazed pillar exuded a soft light, and the master of the glazed treasure nodded with a smile.

Yang Jian asked: "Cultivating the body, how to control the second road?"

"You are not yet sanctified at this time, so don't think about it."

Yang Jian murmured for a few moments, and expressed his crazy thoughts: "But I feel that if I touch the second avenue after I become a saint, and cultivate the second avenue to the critical moment of becoming a saint, I will definitely be blocked by people. It's better..."

"It's better to advance the two roads side by side, and then break through together, so that the strong enemy wants to kill you but has no chance?" Liuli Baozhu said Yang Jian's plan with a smile.

Yang Jian said with a sneer: "If senior laughs at me as childish, I have nothing to say."

"Actually, many people think of your idea, and many people have tried it. Even the most stunning and peerless ones will end up in pieces." Liuli Treasure Lord sighed, "If there is no power of a saint, how can we suppress the backlash of the two principles?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and suddenly asked: "Is it possible to reach the level of a saint's power before becoming a saint..."

"You still don't know what the state of a saint is," the master of Liuli sighed softly.

Yang Jian smiled and shook his head: "Master Uncle should have told seniors about Qianhong Taoist. If Daoist saints are at the level of Qianhong Taoists, it is not impossible to obtain such strength before becoming holy."

"It is unwise to take risks like this."

"When the usual path is a dead end, taking risks may be the only way to survive."

Master Liuli smiled casually, looked at Yang Jian with burning eyes, wanted to say something, but finally smiled.

"Forget it. After all, I am old. Do you want to cultivate the soul and body together?"

"That's not the case. The Xuan Gong I practiced, the body and the soul are about to be merged into one, and the body and the spirit are not separated from each other. From this, I enter Jin Xuanhuang," Yang Jian raised his hand and brushed the stone tablet.

Taking a breath, Yang Jian said, "I want to practice the Immortal Golden Body Jue."

Master Liuli was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

He could see that Yang Jian had made up his mind, and he couldn't persuade him anymore.

However, if one rushes out of two avenues from one body... perhaps one will explode and die before attaining enlightenment.

Master Liuli sighed: "You should discuss this matter with your master and listen to his warning."

Yang Jian nodded slightly when he heard the words, and stood there unconsciously and fell into thinking again; until there was a gnashing of teeth behind him:

"You bastard like your bastard master, don't run away if you can!"

A gray shadow shot towards Yang Jian at an extremely fast speed, and rushed towards Yang Jian's shoulder.