The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian glanced at the little guy standing on his shoulder, and suddenly smiled a little.

It is already half a foot long, and has the appearance that an eagle should have, but its round head is a bit thick-headed. At this moment, it stops on Yang Jian's shoulder, squinting its eyes to enjoy it, and keeps rubbing Yang Jian's cheek with its head.

Why did this little eagle grow up a circle?

To be honest, it's thanks to...

"I wonder why this bastard is so energetic, so it smells of you."

A woman in a light purple robe leaned against a glazed pillar with her arms folded. Who else could it be if it wasn't Kong Xuan?

Then Kong Xuan said: "You left for seven months this time, and it ate nine of my spirit treasures, how do you count?"

"Remember," Yang Jian said calmly, anyway, the debts are not overwhelming, and Kong Xuan has been in the tombs of various saints for nearly a thousand years, and his pockets are bulging.

Xiaoying is not a roaring dog, the latter eats everything, and uses Xianbao as dog food;

What the little eagle eats is the spirituality of a treasure, the older the treasure, the more nourishing the spirituality on it is for the little eagle.

It was a hundred or two hundred years ago to figure out how to feed the little eagle. Yang Jian had already fed it a lot of spirit treasures. Kong Xuan and the Black Spirit Lord also found many spirit treasures here for the little eagle to eat, but it was far from being able to make it 'mature'.

Its black and white feathers also turned light gray, as if yin and yang merged into chaos.

Yang Jian handed over his left hand, let Xiaoying stand on the edge of his fingers, and raised his hand to caress the soft down feathers of Xiaoying.

"General Kong, follow me to go out to fight," Yang Jian said with a slightly tired voice, "The four spirit worlds have almost been unified, and it's time to find a chance to go out and fight."

Kong Xuan said coldly: "When did I promise you?"

"Didn't we agree a long time ago?" Yang Jian was a little taken aback, frowning, "Brother Kong doesn't seem to be a person who backtracks on his promises."

Kong Xuan snorted, leaned over there and pondered for a while, "Alright, I'm tired of wandering around here too. Do you want to retreat here?"

"Of course I want to make a move, but I need to preserve some strength and deal with some variables."

"You really want to deal with Kunpeng?"

Yang Jian nodded: "Well, did you hear what Xiao Hei said?"

"I heard her talking about it with her master," Kong Xuan crossed his arms and sneered, "Do you know how profound Kunpeng's mana is?"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Aren't they also unsanctified monks?"

"It's different," Kong Xuan said with a little sarcasm in his eyes, "I fought against Kunpeng in ancient times. He kept a low profile and didn't reveal his full strength, but he already had the posture of completely suppressing my five-color divine light."

"Then he stole the black tortoise and the black pearl, and his mana has skyrocketed since then; several saints joined forces and couldn't keep the Kunpeng at that time, and it spread its wings and fled into the sea of ​​​​chaos."

"After so many years, Kunpeng has the mysterious tortoise and profound beads, and his strength is even higher than that of your teacher, Master Yuding, and even far surpasses your teacher. So, you still have to deal with Kunpeng?"

Yang Jian groaned in his heart.

He already knew that the Xuangui Xuanzhu was stolen by Kunpeng, but he didn't know that the Xuangui Xuanzhu had such supernatural powers.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must face it head-on," Yang Jian said, "If we don't get rid of him, tomorrow a strong enemy will attack us, and he will hit us in the back, and we will be defeated by then."

Kong Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "You are a hero who is going to save the prehistoric world. I am an orphan who was excluded by my own clan. This matter has nothing to do with me."

"Brother Kong doesn't need to worry about the matter of eliminating demon masters. Can Brother Kong help us? Unifying the Chaos Spirit Clan cannot do without the intimidating power of the five-color divine light."

"What are the benefits?"

Yang Jian said: "Brother Kong mentioned it himself."

"Well, I still want you to continue the bloodline for the Feng Clan."

"Didn't I mention this before?" Yang Jian couldn't help thinking of Feng Wu and Feng Shan who had lived in Meishan for a long time. "Of course it is possible, but only after the catastrophe; I had an appointment with my wife before, and we will talk about the issue of children after the catastrophe."

Kong Xuan snorted, turned and walked outside.

"Where is Brother Kong going?"

"Go help your wife!"

This tone always carried some resentment that Yang Jian didn't quite understand; Yang Jian laughed and said, "If you want to go out, you have to ask your seniors to send you off. Otherwise, there is no one to guide you outside the Xinhai Boundary, and I'm afraid you will get lost in it."

Kong Xuan stopped immediately and looked at Yang Jian without saying a word.

Yang Jian turned around and said a few words to Master Liuli. He will also be away for a while and cannot continue to retreat.

Master Liuli told Yang Jian not to try the second method easily, and only after Yang Jian agreed to consult with his master did he send the two of them away from the saint's tomb.

After Yang Jian and Kong Xuan took the little eagle away, Master Liuli sighed softly and looked up at the spirit cloud that was constantly flashing directly above.

Figures like ghosts appeared strangely in various parts of the glazed tomb, and their gazes spanning endless years gathered on the eighty-first glazed pillar.

"What chance does he have?"

"Do you still want to provoke those existences? We can't win, and future generations can't win."

"Even if the descendants don't go, they will eventually come."

"Feiyu, what chance does he have?"

"I don't know."

"Half."

The Liuli tomb suddenly became quiet, and the afterimages gradually dissipated, and no one said anything.

The master of Liuli sighed again, and the precious lights gradually faded away; when the tomb finally returned to its original silence, the remnant soul of the holy corpse who was responsible for transporting Yang Jian all the year round also closed his somewhat lifeless eyes in the pillar.

...

The Chaos Sea is simply too vast to see any boundaries at all.

And because there are countless cracks, dangers, and chaotic principles without the slightest order in the sea of ​​chaos, if you want to escape directly in the sea of ​​chaos, you must be a saint.

It's like the two 'scrolls' left by Master Zhang Xuandu in Yang Jian's hands. They were made by Lao Tzu himself, and they have the power to cross the sea of ​​​​chaos.

Therefore, it is impossible to know how many creatures there are in the sea of ​​chaos, and how many of these creatures are strong.

Even, even if a real Daoist suddenly pops up one day, it shouldn't be too strange.

For the past three hundred years, Ao Xinke has been busy with one thing—to draw the four spirit worlds closer to each other and block them directly in front of Xuandu City.

This project can be done with just formations, but the progress is a little slow, and it will take another thousand years to complete the aggregation of the four spirit worlds.

Originally, Yang Jian might think that a thousand years is too long, but now he is not too impatient.

Flying out of the city wall of Xuandu City together with Kong Xuan, Yang Jian stroked the chaotic sea in front of him lightly, and said in a low voice: "This may be a fortress against the enemy in the future."

"There is no supreme saint, no matter how much you plan, it will be useless." Kong Xuan used to use a calm tone to thwart Yang Jian.

Yang Jian put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "What if we can have it at that time? If the peak combat power is equalized, but the middle and lower ranks lose due to insufficient combat power, I dare not think... Pan Gu may kick the coffin board of the prehistoric people, jump out and chop us."

"Tch," Kong Xuan couldn't help laughing, "You really don't know what's going on in your mind."

"It's all about having fun while suffering. If I don't face the future with optimism, what's the point of fighting for it?"

Yang Jian shook his head, took a step forward, and condensed the Dao Xuangang under his feet, which turned into a flat boat, carrying Kong Xuan and the little eagle.

Kong Xuan asked, "Don't you need to defend the city?"

"It's thanks to your reminder," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Go to my wife's side later and send the avatar here."

The nine major formations in Xuandu City, the four masters, the protection of the heart sea realm in the tomb of the saint, and a bunch of remnant spirits of the saint that cannot be bottomed out at all, as well as those ancient strongmen nestled in the tomb of the saint...

Where is the treasure cave in this place, it is a fierce place at all.

Fighting to cross the Chaos Sea, the two rushed to the Black Spirit Realm to meet Ao Xinke and the Black Spirit Lord.

Three women in one scene, Yang Jian watched the three of them discuss how to meet the enemy, how to counterattack, and how to quickly control the "big country" that the Lord of the Rain Spirit went to... Instead, he became more relaxed.

The title of this great country, Yang Jian heard the Black Spirit Lord mention it hundreds of years ago—it was the "Wang Yan" that the Black Spirit Lord used to coax Yang Jian at that time.

"The number of masters in Wang Yiguo is still higher than that of the Four Spirit Realms, and they are also giants in the known Chaos Sea," Ao Xinke said softly. "Our advantage is that the Rain Spirit Lord, who was deliberately let go, didn't know that the Black Spirit Realm, the Death Spirit Realm, and the Mist Spirit Realm were all together. It is absolutely impossible for the other party to use too many masters in this expedition. Moreover, I also planted many eyeliners in Wang Yiguo."

Kong Xuan said indifferently: "Why bother to calculate, I will go to the king's country to start a killing ring."

The Black Spirit Lord sneered, "If you can kill them casually, why do you need to take action?"

"Don't bother arguing over these trivial matters," Ao Xinke hurriedly came out to lower the fire, looked at Yang Jian who was resting with his eyes closed, and had no choice but to continue to preside over the situation.

Ao Xinke said: "What we have to do is to use the secret method taught by Master Xuandu to turn these masters into our own help."

Lord Hei Ling's eyes were slightly mocking, "That kind of secret technique is really more unreasonable than the magic kung fu I practiced. If the Daoists are impatient, they can ignore their face."

Kong Xuan nodded approvingly, "Sanqing doesn't stop at these shameless things."

"Cough!" Yang Jian was a little embarrassed, "Let's talk about how to counterattack. After hundreds of years of infiltration, we have a thorough understanding of Wang Yiguo. Many of them are monks from prehistoric backgrounds, which is a bit troublesome."

"Those who don't surrender will be killed." The Black Spirit Lord said so.

Kong Xuan and Ao Xinke also nodded slightly, Yang Jian lowered his eyes and remained silent, but he didn't mention the method of controlling the soul that Xuandu left for Yang Jian when he surrendered the Black Spirit Lord.

There are some bottom lines, and Yang Jian doesn't want to get to the bottom of them.

"When will Husband pick up Sister Xiao Lan?" Ao Xinke smiled, "If she comes, I can save a lot of worry. I will arrange for the rear and let her lead the army to plan, and I will surely win every battle."

Kong Xuan also nodded in approval and said, "Xiao Lan is really good at using troops."

Lord Black Spirit asked: "Who is Xiao Lan?"

Kong Xuan pointed to Yang Jian, "He's a good friend."

"Oh," the Black Spirit Lord nodded knowingly, glanced at Ao Xinke, then at Yang Jian, and said, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "In ancient times, human races were educated by their mothers and mothers, and it was beautiful for husband and wife to stay together until the end. Today's human race, huh, has forgotten these traditions."

Yang Jian:……

"Let's talk about meeting the enemy, try to minimize casualties..."

Reluctantly breaking the topic, Yang Jian felt tired looking at the three people arguing there again.

What if Xiao Lan is brought here? He, the four heavenly kings under the temporary guard of Xuandu City?

Having said that, can't there be a few strong males who can stand on their own? But after thinking about it, masters like Kong Xuan and Hei Lingzhu are really hard to find.

Yang Jian couldn't help thinking of the last moment when he fought with Kong Xuan, when Kong Xuan escaped into the sea of ​​chaos...

The five-color divine light was turned into a domain, and the endless chaotic breath was turned into the innate five-element qi. Kong Xuan in the sea of ​​​​chaos, and Kong Xuan in the prehistoric world, are not strong at the same level at all.

It's nothing more than Kong Xuan dared to boast that he went to Haikou to destroy Wang Yiguo alone.

"Husband, if Honghuang is busy with something, go and do it," Ao Xinke said softly, "Isn't Laojun preaching in Nanzhou? Husband should not miss such a grand event."

Yang Jian was a little taken aback, "How did you know?"

Ao Xinke smiled complacently, "My husband asked me to arrange more spies to go out and set up a big net that can gather information. How dare I not be careful?"

Yang Jian was speechless for a while, and silently gave Ao Xinke a thumbs up.

"Lao Jun Nanzhou preaching?" Kong Xuan asked a little strangely, "Why? Consolidate the luck of the Daoist sect?"

Yang Jian smiled inscrutablely, "No, the best show should be yet to come."

The words paused, Yang Jian thought that this place is far away from the prehistoric, and there are no other people here, so he couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid I want to blackmail them and teach them in the West."

Lord Hei Ling and Ao Xinke both looked confused, but Kong Xuan felt a little disgusted.

I heard Kong Xuan say in a joking tone: "Look, what I said is wrong? In terms of calculations, who can compare with the Taoist Sanqing?"

Yang Jian could only shake his head and smile wryly, remembering that Qianhong, a great sage in charge of the Dao of Heaven, was plotted to death by Master Sanqing, so he couldn't refute anything.