The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The epiphany came as soon as it was said, and it really caught people off guard.

Yang Jian didn't even have time to explain to his master and Ao Xinke, the two avatars disappeared at the same time, and the power of the primordial spirit returned to the body in the next moment.

But what Yang Jian summoned at this moment was far from the power of these two primordial spirits.

At the moment of his epiphany, it was as if the door was pushed open in a flash, and the river of true spirits suddenly appeared, and Yang Jian's mind was immediately lost in it.

Then there were visions again and again, and Yang Jian seemed to disappear from the sea of ​​chaos. Except for the blurry area that his eyes could see, all other 'perceptions' became illusory and unreal.

The witches didn't dare to move rashly, lest they disturb Yang Jian's practice; but Master Yu Ding has a high level of cultivation, so he can tell which step Yang Jian has taken just by seeing Yang Jian's movements.

But Ao Xinke didn't know what happened, she rushed to Xuandu City together with Kong Xuan and Xiao Lan with seven parts of panic and three parts of uneasiness.

Fortunately, Ao Xinke was able to enter and leave the nine major formations of Xuandu City by himself, and flew in on a dragon boat all the way. After seeing the situation in the city, Ao Xinke immediately dropped the dragon boat, but was held down by Kong Xuan's shoulders.

"Don't come close, something is wrong over there."

Kong Xuan stopped it in time, and the witch who had retreated far away made a silent gesture in the direction of the flying boat.

Ao Xinke's concern was chaotic, and only now did she realize that the Taoism and Taoism here are quite strange, and she vaguely saw Yang Jian's figure in the cloud of light, and she was relieved immediately.

"This guy," Kong Xuan cursed aloud with a dark face, "There is such a chance, this time he will reach the sky in one step!"

Xiao Lan asked in astonishment, "Where is he?"

However, due to his low cultivation level, Yang Jian's silhouette was not visible, and he could barely see a cloud of mist there.

Ao Xinke carefully collected the flying boat, the secret treasure of the Dragon Clan. Kong Xuan pointed to the city wall beside him. The Great Master of Xuandu, who hadn't shown up for a long time, came here at some time, stood with Puppet Fourteen, and watched the situation in Xuandu City.

Xiao Lan didn't dare to speak, Ao Xinke wanted to ask what's the matter, Xuandu waved lightly, and the ninth major formation moved a few feet in the direction of the city, separating them completely.

"Has he realized?" Kong Xuan stared at Xuandu, "What kind of realm is this, and he can still achieve enlightenment? Could it be that he was reincarnated from a sage and recultivated his life again?"

Xuandu suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, "I don't know, I really don't know, but my nephew should be very enlightened."

"I've seen Master..." Ao Xinke bowed and saluted, "How dangerous is your husband like this?"

"Probably not, don't worry, it is," Xuan Du comforted in a warm voice, and then set his eyes on Xiao Lan.

Ao Xinke pulled Xiao Lan forward to salute, Xiao Lan leaned forward and said hurriedly: "I have seen the Great Master Xuandu."

Xuandu is such a human being, he can tell at a glance that Xiao Lan has already entered the gate of the Yang family with half a foot at this time, and he casually touched a jade tablet and came out, "Here, you must not slack off in your cultivation, your cultivation level is too low."

"Thank you, Master, for teaching the Dharma."

Xuan Du nodded with a smile, turned his eyes away, and looked towards the city.

"If you have nothing to do, go back to the Black Spirit Realm. There are two witch clan masters and I are here to protect him. Don't worry about anything." Xuandu paused, and then said, "When I came here, I saw that the four spirit realms were closing together. You should have more things to do, so don't waste your time here."

Kong Xuan frowned and said, "When will Yang Jian leave the customs?"

"It's hard to say. Who can say for sure about epiphany." Xuandu asked, "But are you worried about Wang Yiguo's army? I'll send these two witch clan masters to help you later."

Kong Xuan sneered, and briefly explained that the group of Chahe troops had been controlled by her and Yang Jian, Xuandu suddenly burst into a wry smile.

"This method of controlling the spiritual core must not be passed on to outsiders," Xuandu sighed softly, a little hesitant to speak.

Ao Xinke retreated softly, Xuandu nodded and didn't say anything more.

But Kong Xuan didn't tell Xuandu about the fight between the demon master Kunpeng and Yang Jian. After all, as long as Kunpeng dared to show up, Xuandu had no reason to stand on the sidelines.

That was the big thief that the Sanqing sages wanted to kill, and it was a big hidden danger in the next catastrophe; no matter how lazy Xuandu was, he couldn't be half-slack on this matter.

"Let's go."

The three of them came and walked quickly, Xiao Lan looked at the cloud of light and mist where Yang Jian was a little bit reluctantly, except for a faint sigh, there was nothing to say.

It's hard to know each other, and it's not a peaceful year.

A hundred days passed in the blink of an eye for Yang Jian's epiphany to retreat; the situation in front of him was worrying for these women who were secretly in charge of the four spirit worlds.

The three spirit realms of Rain, Fog, and Shang had already turned into dozens of fairy islands of different sizes, and they were incorporated into the formation of the Black Spirit Realm, and the Black Spirit Realm was immediately congested.

Xiao Lan gradually played a role, carrying most of the 'planning' by himself, mobilizing manpower and resources to consolidate and expand the large formation, rebuilding order in various fairy islands, various plans for the establishment of the Black Spirit Nation, how to arrange the prehistoric monks...

Wait, wait, etc. Although Xiao Lan's cultivation level is not high, every government order comes from her hands, and it will soon be effective.

These are still 'internal affairs', troubles are troubles, but it is not enough to worry about such powerful masters as Black Spirit Lord and Kong Xuan.

What they worry about is that Wang Yiguo's army will be near the Heiling Kingdom in a few days, whether they will fight or not, and if they want to act, how should they act...

Kong Xuan probably knew that Yang Jian's original intention was to let this group of troops fight the Black Spirit Nation, and try to see if they could attract the demon master Kunpeng of "The Yellow Bird is Behind".

Demon masters are not easy to be deceived, they must fight for real, completely ignoring the fact that the opponent is a friendly army.

But at this time, Yang Jian had an epiphany...

How to fight, how many dead or injured are within the allowable range, and how to deal with Kunpeng if it is drawn out, all of these should be decided by Yang Jian, but they need to discuss it now.

What Kong Xuan meant was to directly abandon the plan to lure Kunpeng this time, and let the army stop near the Hei Ling Kingdom.

But the Black Spirit Lord is eager for revenge, but insists that opportunities are hard to find and cannot be easily let go.

The two disagreed, and Kong Xuan never cared about other people's faces in his actions, so he went straight away, but fortunately, Ao Xinke persuaded him to come back with good words.

In the end, they decided to choose a compromise.

Let's delay the time first, and let Chahe cooperate to play a scene - Hei Lingguo keeps sending experts to harass Chahe's army, slowing down the army's marching speed.

If this can't drag Yang Jian out of the customs, let the army surround Hei Lingguo to fight, control the battle within a small area, but make an appearance that both sides are afraid of each other.

Casualties are bound to happen, but whether Kunpeng will show up is unknown.

Fortunately, Xuandu is also in Xuandu City, even if the Kunpeng Demon Master attacks, it is impossible to destroy the Black Spirit Kingdom in an instant.

Strengthening the formation has become the most important matter for the Black Spirit Nation.

Half a year has passed since Yang Jian had an epiphany and retreated...

Hei Ling Kingdom was surrounded by Wang Yiguo's army, and battles broke out every day, but Wang Yiguo's army failed to break into it.

And the 'sorrel' they were waiting for has never been found.

In Xuandu City, the cloud of light and mist has changed several times. It is uncertain when some indescribable Dao rhymes will appear and disappear like a flash in the pan.

Master Xuandu would often frown and ponder, and sometimes he would show a look of sudden realization, as if he felt a lot of insight from the sidelines.

Yang Jian's path of practice has reached this day, and it is no longer possible to use the simple method of Yuanshen Dao and physical body practitioners to define it; it is obvious that after Yang Jian's epiphany, he has perfectly integrated the Yuanshen and the physical body, and the two are indistinguishable from each other.

The roots of the Yuanshen tree took root everywhere in the body, injecting new power into Yang Jian's body.

Except for Yang Jian, among the practitioners of Bajiu Xuangong, no one has ever stepped into such a wonderful realm.

The hardships along the way, from bone-burning to satin tendons, beating one's own flesh and blood over and over again, using flesh and blood to polish the incomparably sharp Profound Handle time and time again...

The marrow was drawn to exchange blood, the mysterious pearl was cut vertically...

Up to now, he waited quietly before the eighth level, waiting for the sixth limit sublimation that he could control.

——The sixth level of Bajiu Xuangong is to comprehend the supernatural power of life, and there is no chance to break through the limit.

This time, there wasn't much pain.

But the mystery of it, Yang Jian's difficulty in understanding it, is still more than the sum of the previous five times!

Yang Jian could understand the first five times when he broke through the limit of the realm, he could understand what he should do, he would not be confused, and he would not have much hesitation.

But this time, although Yang Jian knew what he was going to do, when the process happened, he was in a daze.

It seems that he is struggling to explore in the long river of true spirits, drifting helplessly, and it seems that he has never moved and nothing has happened.

Guihong's consummation is naturally the perfect fusion of the physical body and the primordial spirit to achieve the true Xuan Huang Physique.

But the limit of returning to Hongjing is to fuse the body with the primordial spirit, and then summon the 'former' self, integrate into this life, and achieve a truly immortal body!

This is really too mysterious.

All Yang Jian can rely on is just the phrase "the true spirit is immortal"; and what he can feel are a few faint particles of light floating towards him from the upper reaches of the true spirit river...

The whole process can be said to be quite abstract.

He could only wait quietly, waiting to see what would happen later.

Whether this level can be broken through depends not only on the current self, but also on the "self" that may or may not have existed in the past.

The reincarnation of the true spirit is naturally not as simple as the six-path reincarnation disk; the imprint left by the true spirit in the tangible world is far from being clear with just a few words.

But as long as it did exist, it must have existed.

Unknowingly, Yang Jian seemed to have slowly flew over the True Spirit River, stood there quietly, and looked towards the upper reaches of the True Spirit River.

Yang Jian was worried, worried that this would be nothing more than nothing.

It is very likely that he is just a tiny 'spirit' born in the world of the spirit cloud of the saint's tomb. It didn't exist at first, but it was just a coincidence that he came to the prehistoric world.

This fundamental sense of denial and emptiness constantly eats away at Yang Jian's Dao heart, making him likely to collapse at any time.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's pupils shrank and his spirit trembled violently.

He saw it!

Seeing an afterimage, he staggered towards the upper reaches of the True Spirit River, with disheveled hair and broken armor, as if he might fall at any time.

Yang Jian's Dao heart set off monstrous waves!

How is this going?

ever existed? really existed?

Then why...