The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian didn't say much, and sat down cross-legged in front of the stone platform. According to Suirenshi, he held the firewood in his hand and felt its existence carefully.

It is fire and not fire, it seems mysterious but also extraordinary.

This is the fire that was bred in the dark years that almost wiped out the genocide in ancient times. After igniting the fire of the human race in Wubuzhou and the Three Thousand Worlds, the Suiren clan has been confined here all year round.

It is not a treasure, and it does not have supernatural powers like the Samadhi True Fire. It was born in the secular world of the human race.

If the blood left by the human race turned into something in the end, it should be this non-stop flame.

Suirenshi said warmly: "You can store it in the Lingtai. Your incarnation and the main body seem to be connected by the same root, and the incarnation can absorb this fire."

"Yes," Yang Jian replied, closing his eyes and concentrating on it, carefully comprehending it.

Gradually, the flames in his hands disappeared, and this faint orange flame appeared in the heart of Yang Jian's incarnation here, his body far away in the Black Spirit Realm of the Chaos Sea, and even the other incarnation sitting on the wall of Xuandu City.

A sigh from ancient times seemed to resound from all over the Primal Chaos Sea, all over the wilderness and nine heavens.

Load Kyushu Road, build thousands of cities with blood and bones.

Originally there is no way back, how come spring and autumn.

A picture scroll gradually emerged in Yang Jian's mind, from the creation of a human being by the Nuwa Empress with a snake-tailed body, to the human race beginning to prosper and suffering many catastrophes...

This fire is the heavy history of the human race, and the unwillingness and expectation in the hearts of those young souls who died young.

But this torch is incomparably pure. Although it carries the weight of history, it shines with a glimmer of life and hope.

Suirenshi's deep voice shuttles inside and outside the screen.

"It's not easy for the human race, but it's not easy for the living beings. Chaos exists, and the world changes from chaos to order. The human race was born in this world, which is the purity of the human race."

"But the human race is born weak and weak, and it needs to compete with all things, the heaven and the earth, and finally fights within the human race, and the blood is fighting each other. This is the stubbornness of the human race."

"Going all the way to this day, the human race has never retreated, and it has never lost or lost anyone. If there is an end to the world, the human race will also have an end. If the end is boundless darkness, then only this fire can ignite the prosperity of the human race."

"Yang Jian, since ancient times, what the human race needs is not an emperor, let alone an emperor. What the human race needs is just hope."

Suihuang's words gradually drifted away with a soft sigh, Yang Jian frowned and pondered, and with the help of Suihuang's guidance, he felt the power of firewood.

Gradually, Yang Jian felt some kind of mysterious dao rhyme that was beyond his comprehension, but this rhyme was only a flash, and it was immersed in his mind in Lingtai.

He began to search hard.

In the cave, Suirenshi and Hei Lingzhu kept talking about something, as if they were afraid of disturbing Yang Jian's enlightenment.

The reunion of relatives is probably to look back on the past and talk about their own experiences.

But Lord Hei Ling didn't mention these too much, most of the time he was asking about how the human race rose up in Huang Sui, and Emperor Sui was also afraid that Lord Hei Ling would cause trouble in the wild, so he kept telling her to focus on the overall situation.

"The overall situation is the most important, is to see uncle suffer here?"

"I am not suffering," Suirenshi said softly, "Although this is the calculation of the Taoist ancestors, trapping me here to check and balance the development of the human race. But it is also an opportunity for the human race, because I gave up the position of emperor in charge of the three realms, and the Taoist ancestor did not support another big clan to fight against the human race."

"It would be great if the Taoist ancestor didn't die," the Black Spirit Lord murmured in a low voice, with a little killing intent in his eyes.

Suiren could only smile wryly, "Qi'er, you are too hostile, which is not easy for you to practice. Third Uncle is very pleased that you can achieve what you have achieved today, but...why is there so much tyranny in your breath?"

The Black Spirit Lord didn't say anything, but just took off the ghost mask.

Behind the mask, there is an ordinary face that Yang Jian often sees. It is neither ugly nor beautiful, but a ray of light flows gently, and another face gradually emerges.

This was supposed to be a beautiful face, but a jet-black ancient character brand on his forehead added a bit of weirdness.

Her complexion was extremely pale, with long and narrow phoenix eyes, long eyelashes, and tiny black scales crawling on both sides of her cheeks...

She closed her eyes, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then put on the ghost mask again.

"Longevity, freedom, sanctification, immortality, these have nothing to do with me. I was able to struggle to climb up to this day only for revenge and to get rid of the demon master Kunpeng."

What can Suirenshi do besides being unbearable and heartbroken?

He was already useless and could do nothing for Chu Qi anymore.

"If Yang Jian hadn't insisted on me coming back, I thought I would never return to the wilderness in this life," the Black Spirit Lord murmured softly, putting on his mask.

Suirenshi seemed to see a little hope again, and said in a voice: "How did you and Yang Jian meet? Can you tell the third uncle?"

"I once built a faction next to Xuandu City. In order to enter Xuandu City one day to seek opportunities for becoming a saint, I met him for the first time when I attacked Xuandu City." Hei Lingzhu replied flatly, with the corner of his mouth curled up behind the mask, "If I had used all my strength at that time, I would have slapped him to death."

Suirenshi smiled wryly.

Being an enemy of Daomen, and almost killing Yang Jian...

"Then how did you become friends?"

"Friend? My soul is controlled by him, and he is going to deal with Kunpeng, so let's just obey him."

If Suirenshi hadn't been inconvenient to move, he would have put his hands on his forehead by now.

Lord Hei Ling sneered: "He has made a leap in cultivation after hundreds of years of seclusion. At that time, he wanted to kill me, and it was the Great Master Xuandu who came forward to give me my current ruined life."

"Master Xuandu is really a benevolent master of Taoism," Suirenshi forced to instill some positive and warm thoughts for Lord Hei Ling.

However……

"Uncle, don't be fooled by the hypocrite Master Xuandu. He is good at tricking and abducting him. Originally, he used to rely on his advanced cultivation to constantly tease others. He is even more black-bellied and shameless in his heart. The means of controlling the spiritual core and the primordial soul are more proficient than me, a practitioner of the magic way."

Suirenshi was speechless for a while, and finally he could only let out a long sigh, not to persuade her any more.

"However," the Black Spirit Lord seemed to have opened the conversation, pondered a little, and said, "Yang Jian is a good person, he is quite trustworthy, and he doesn't feel that he is a hero who is favored by the Six Saints to save the Three Realms."

"When conquering the Chaos Spirit Race, you should kill when you need to, and use tricks and tricks when you need to. The only downside is that sometimes your heart is too soft, and you are nervous all day long. You feel that tomorrow is the time when the catastrophe comes, and you can't wait to become a great saint in the next moment."

"It's not like all the other masters in this world are dead. It's superfluous for one person to worry about the whole spirit world."

After cursing a few words, the Black Spirit Lord seemed to have vented his anger.

Suirenshi stared at the Black Spirit Lord with a little peace and playfulness in his eyes, and only said, "If you think Yang Jian is good, follow him from now on. If you can be recognized by the fire, you are not a wicked person."

Lord Black Spirit snorted, as if he was dissatisfied with the word 'follow'.

There was a day-long silence between the nephew and nephew, until Lord Hei Ling said:

"Uncle, I'm going to Beihai to have a look."

Suirenshi asked her not to trouble the Yaozu, not to kill indiscriminately, and not to go deep into the North Sea, so she let her go on her own.

After the Hei Lingzhu left, Suirenshi looked down at Yang Jian's incarnation sitting in front of the stone platform with complicated eyes.

There are some cautious hopes, and a little worry and relief.

When Yang Jian realized the fire, the main body and the two incarnations fell into a mysterious and mysterious realm at the same time, floating up and down, and when Yang Jian woke up, he sat in front of the stone platform and was stunned for a while.

He seemed to realize something, but also forgot something.

It seemed to be a period of insight that was crucial to my future, but I couldn't remember it no matter how I thought about it, it seemed like a dream.

"Xiao Hei, cough, where is Princess Chuqi?"

"She's gone to Beihai," Suiren said, "don't worry, Shennong and Xuanyuan will go with her."

Yang Jian immediately breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that this black spirit lord would make a big fuss in the wild.

Suiren said: "If you have nothing to do, go home."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior," Yang Jian got up and thanked.

"You don't need to thank me, you are carrying the fire with this body, I should thank you." Suirenshi chuckled, his eyes showed a little emotion, "I am unable to move, so I won't see you off, go."

Yang Jian made a bow, and Suirenshi slowly closed his eyes.

Empty stone pillars, dozens of black chains, lonely light beams...

The Emperor Suiren, the generation of emperors who led the human race out of the dark abyss, has been here for an unknown number of years.

Yang Jian secretly made up his mind that if he could overcome the holy realm in the future, he would come here to help Suiren get out of the customs.

Qianhong...

The legacy of this Dao ancestor is far from being cleaned up, but powerful enemies have already appeared in the Three Realms, occupying the Nether Stream.

They didn't know when they would come out, Yang Jian began to think in his heart, whether to take Yao Ji to the sea of ​​chaos, it seemed that there was a relatively safe place.

"Finally out," Shennong's voice came from ahead, Yang Jian looked up and saw Shennong and Zhen Yuanzi waiting for him at the end of the passage.

Making a salute forward, Yang Jian said, "I kept senior waiting for a long time."

The two bowed to return the salute, and Shennong asked: "Is there no way for the little friend to help Suihuang get out of trouble?"

"There is more than enough heart but not enough strength," Yang Jian could only shake his head helplessly.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed: "Back then, Emperor Sui suddenly disappeared, and then Huoyun Cave was born. Emperor Sui refused to see guests, and Pindao realized that there must be something tricky in it. Who knows... If Pindao hadn't accidentally calculated this in the Dao of Heaven before the Yiyuan Meeting, I would not have known that Emperor Sui had suffered such torture."

Shennong said: "Fortunately, it's over, Qianhong is dead."

"But those existences have already come to the door." Zhen Yuanzi shook his head, then looked at Yang Jian, and said: "Pindao is waiting here for no other reason, but just wants to make an appointment with the little friend. If you are in trouble later, you must come to my Wuzhuang Temple. Pindao may help you take a step forward."

Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, knowing that Zhen Yuanzi's great ability would not be indiscriminate, he thanked him and agreed.

He was just going to look for Xiao Hei, telling her not to play crazy in the wilderness, there is still a big war waiting for her to go back in the Chaos Sea, but just as he was about to say goodbye to Zhen Yuanzi, a black shadow flew in front of Yang Jian very fast.

Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.

"you……"

"Something went wrong," the Black Spirit Lord didn't talk nonsense, and spread out his bare hands, one of which was full of cracks like a walnut-like bead.

"how?"

"The group of witches you escorted should be in trouble. One of the chaotic spirits in the quasi-sacred realm died."

"Go after them," Yang Jian said without panic, and slowly closed his eyes, "I'll meet them, don't worry, be careful not to fall into the enemy's trap."

Zhen Yuanzi said from the side: "Do you need a poor Taoist to go with you?"

But Yang Jian didn't respond anymore, and his mind returned to his body.

"No need," the Black Spirit Lord said coldly, turned around and left, turning into a black light and disappearing into the sky very quickly.