The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

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The stumbling figure walked all the way in the void.

Only now did Yang Jian notice that the river of true spirits flowing under the figure was very dim, with only tiny streams.

Yang Jian has seen the situation of the True Spirit River before. When Yuanshi Tianzun took him to travel the True Spirit River, the True Spirit River had been cut off several times—for example, when the Taisu Realm was destroyed, it was shrouded in darkness, and the True Spirit River was also plunged into darkness and stopped flowing completely.

This happens when returning to 'normal' from a cut-off.

It's just that here it seems that the true spirit suddenly disappeared in a large area, not completely disappeared.

Yang Jian looked back, but couldn't see any majestic world at all; he turned his head to look behind the staggering figure walking slowly, but saw endless darkness.

What does this represent?

Yang Jian didn't know, so he could only quietly wait for that person to walk in front of him, then everything would have its own answer.

But the other party walked slower and slower, and the more he walked, the more he staggered; he looked up, and the pair of lifeless and numb eyes saw Yang Jian, and his steps slowed down.

The two seemed to be far away, but the other was walking step by step, and every step seemed to be under inexplicable pressure.

Without any warning, groups of blurred black shadows appeared around this person, and this person violently rose up, waving the broken weapon continuously, and the black shadows were split apart one after another, but there were many wounds on his body.

He was even more embarrassed, but he walked more firmly.

Under his feet is the long river of true spirits that may stop flowing at any time. He seems to be constantly watching something, waiting for something, and moving forward along the years.

The black shadow appeared again, this time more and more powerful, trapped him for a long time, knocked him down several times, several times on the verge of collapse...

Yang Jian couldn't bear to step forward, but he didn't know when there was an invisible barrier in front of him.

He can only watch, unable to interfere with what has happened.

What I see now may be just a broken imprint left in the river of true spirits...

Come step by step.

More and more battles, more and more scars; in contrast, the river of true spirits is growing stronger and stronger under his feet.

Yang Jian could only watch from a distance, for some time he forgot to think, and just watched quietly.

Finally, he walked up to Yang Jian.

It's like climbing a high mountain, and there are invisible corpses under the feet, but the river of true spirits has changed from a stream to a small river, and it seems that true spirits are constantly flying out of the dark border and merging into it.

He climbed to the top and sat down very tired, not far from Yang Jian, as if the two of them could touch each other with their fingertips as long as they stretched out their hands at the same time.

'Are you my past? '

Yang Jian asked, but there was no sound.

The man sitting on the top was about to bleed dry, and his broken body was slowly disintegrating.

He didn't answer, just looked forward.

Following his gaze, Yang Jian turned his head and looked over, and what he saw was the ever-increasingly vast river of true spirits, and what he saw were the constantly surging and surging waves.

The man sitting on the mountain of corpses showed a little smile, and finally sighed softly.

Behind him, another distorted black shadow emerged and rushed towards him again; but at this time, he just waved the knife shadow in his hand casually, and the black shadows behind him all collapsed.

'It's time for you to end. '

He murmured softly, as if he was cursing something, these words came to Yang Jian's heart.

No tone, no emotion, Yang Jian inexplicably just 'knew', he said these six words at the time.

The True Spirit River suddenly trembled slightly, and a drop of spray flew up, turning into a blurred white shadow, and flew to the side of this dying strong man.

She hugged him, as if she was feeling something quietly.

'Go ahead, don't stay here with me. '

'I want. '

'But I can't. '

He suddenly stabbed Shiro Shadow with the knife, and Shiro Shadow's body trembled slightly, still trying to hold him tightly, but his figure turned into white light and slowly dissipated.

A true spirit fell back into the river of true spirits, drifted with the current, and gradually faded away.

With another sigh, he slowly closed his eyes, the broken knife in his hand turned into ashes and fell, his body was filled with fiery red light, which gradually became stronger and turned into a 'volcano' of unknown size, lying in front of Yang Jian.

It is the tomb of the saint.

Right above the 'volcano', a spiritual cloud slowly emerged, and then there were endless spiritual clouds, covering up the existence of the volcano.

That spirit cloud should be his dream after he fell asleep.

Yang Jian watched quietly, feeling his nose a little sore for some reason.

Along the way, always be alone.

A meteor streaked across the Lingyun, and Yang Jian's heart trembled, as if he felt the aura of the Great Master Xuandu.

And after the meteor, there was another faint spot of light following the direction the meteor left, slowly drifting out of the range of the spirit cloud, chasing the meteor...

Those black shadows reappeared, and they knocked down the volcano as if they were venting their anger, and rushed towards his body sitting quietly on the mountain of corpses.

In the spiritual cloud, a star shone extremely brightly, flew out like a meteor, penetrated through layers of barriers, and fell into the corpse he left behind.

Yang Jian seemed to still remember the fear of the black shadows, it was so ridiculous.

The already lifeless corpse stood up again, causing the endless spiritual clouds above the saint's tomb to fall, and the stars fell one after another, turning into extremely dazzling battle armor, and wearing it on his lifeless corpse.

He waved his weapon, dragged countless black shadows into the starlight, and it was another big battle.

Yang Jian could only watch from outside the barrier, watching the colorless battle that should have been shocking.

Yang Jian could only see his body, watching the weak but still firm movements...

Finally, the black shadow was dissipated again, and the corpse wrapped in starlight leaned on a long sword picked up at an unknown time, and slowly knelt and sat on a higher and wider corpse mountain.

Those stars whispered softly...

'How can I let you chase her down... She is in front, and they are all in front. '

The starlight began to dissipate, and the corpses kept floating like ashes.

He looked up to the front, as if meeting Yang Jian's eyes, but didn't say much.

The picture gradually dissipated, and a cyan light spot like a grain of rice slowly flew over, landed on Yang Jian's chest, and slowly melted into it.

'Thank you. '

A strong but inexplicable emotion suddenly erupted in his body. Yang Jian couldn't tell what it was, and his legs softened and he knelt down.

In the altar, two illusory figures faced each other.

One is Yang Jian, Yang Jian with red eyes at this time; the other is the figure with disheveled hair, with peace and endless nostalgia in his eyes.

"Are you me?" Yang Jian asked.

He smiled and replied: "Yes or not, is it important?" '

"It's very important. I want to know whether I have existed or not."

'You already have the answer. '

"Who is she? Who is she that you sent her on?"

'Don't go looking for her, there are too many worries, there are too many things to protect, aren't you tired? '

"Not tired."

'You still can't change this hypocritical character, I'm just an incomplete imprint, I don't remember her appearance anymore. '

Yang Jian felt lost, with a deep bitterness in his heart.

The figure walked slowly, walked in front of Yang Jian in two steps, turned into a long hair, fell slowly behind Yang Jian's ear, and disappeared.

At the same time, Yang Jian's Lingtai, Xuanguan, blood vessels, bones, and eighty-one mysterious beads burst out at the same time, an extremely ancient, extremely profound, but too ethereal dao rhyme that cannot be understood by the way of the world!

In various parts of the Chaos Sea, faint stars, ignoring the universe, ignoring the years, appeared in various parts of Xuandu City, gathering towards Yang Jian.

The large formation in Xuandu City blocked all the visions, but within a short period of time, the city turned into a bright sea of ​​stars.

In Yang Jian's body, there seemed to be a door that existed in nothingness was pushed open, and an inexplicable force that was extremely pure and purer than the profound energy in his body flowed in.

Yang Jian's mysterious body suddenly strengthened a bit, and the mysterious blood and bones burst into dazzling colorful lights, but after the colorful lights, they turned back to nature and bright red.

As the stars continued to gather, Yang Jian's aura slowly climbed up...

At this time, it has been an unknown period of time since Yang Jian's epiphany and retreat, and only those 1,800 Wu clan children stayed here.

An inexplicable emotion flowed with the starlight, and many Wu clan children stood up one after another.

Finally, the starlight faded and the mist dissipated, leaving only Yang Jian kneeling beside the stone platform, staring blankly at the dome of the formation in Xuandu City.

Return to Hong.

In the end, what came back was just a ray of remnants, little marks.

Yang Jian closed his eyes slowly, didn't try to realize the Tao, didn't think much, just closed his eyes in a daze.

I really want to find that white shadow...

He vaguely understood his own origin, but he didn't know how to face his own origin.

I don't know how long ago, in a time that should be older than the Taishi era, a strong man came out of the darkness and fought fiercely all the way, as if he was escorting the river of true spirits all the way forward.

Finally, he fell down, under the siege of those black shadows again and again, his body transformed out of the saint's tomb and released the spirit cloud.

But that should only be his last resort left.

There is a universe in the spirit cloud, if Yang Jian's prediction is right, that is where he came from...

Xuandu strayed into this spiritual cloud, and when he left, he brought out Yang Jian, who should be the incomplete true spirit of the strong man; because the spiritual cloud was originally nothingness, only the true spirit drifting in it could be brought out by Xuandu.

That is Yang Jian, who is muddleheaded and doesn't know his past.

Then he lived another life in the wilderness, became a dying boy on the kang, and began the life he knew...

After an unknown period of time, powerful enemies gathered again and broke into the saint's tomb to crush the strong man, but they were killed by the strong man's body and spirit cloud.

Originally, if it weren't for the incomplete true spirit brought out by Xuandu's fugue in his dream, this strong man would have been completely wiped out with the final battle.

He has devoted himself to his spiritual cloud, to his everything...

There is no unparalleled road, and the fugue in Xuandu was the chance for that strong man.

At the end of Returning to Hongjing, Yang Jian went back to the original, accidentally and inevitably attracted the river of true spirits, let the river run, and took him to the upper reaches. Before going to the endless darkness, he saw a figure stumbling out of the darkness.

Who was it in the previous life?

Yang Jian didn't know, didn't know, and didn't want to explore, it was too long ago.

In the previous life, he said not to look for her, but at the last moment of Guihong, when Yang Jian's true spirit was completely intact, what came back was still a deep attachment to the woman in white, a deep reluctance to give up, and endless debts.

How can I not look for it?

Even if you find her reincarnation, kneel down and cry in front of her...

boom!

Xuandu City suddenly trembled, dragging the dazed Yang Jian out of the endless thoughts.

As soon as he thought about it, the situation in various parts of Xuandu City appeared in his eyes, and he saw that the extremely huge mammoth behemoth that covered the sky and the sun was constantly impacting on the seventh largest formation of Xuandu City.

Kunpeng!

Outside, there was continuous fighting, countless fierce beasts were besieged, countless masters were attacking the large formation of Xuandu City, and every time that giant beast collided, Xuandu City would be plunged into a huge tremor.

Lord Hei Ling and Kong Xuan continued to attack and kill the giant Kunpeng beasts, and it was they who slowed down the frequency of Kunpeng's impact on the formation.

And the Great Master Xuandu was sitting cross-legged on the eighth city wall, his face was pale, there was blood on his chest, his breath was trembling and unstable, and there was still an obvious Kunpeng breath on his body.

"Kunpeng."

Yang Jian took a breath slowly, as if the tumbling emotions in his heart had found an outlet.

With the dragon gun in his hand, Yang Jian dragged him behind him, and his figure soared into the sky.

Ignoring the barriers of the two or three major formations, an extremely powerful force swept in all directions like a shock wave. The universe in Xuandu City almost completely collapsed in an instant, and the chains of various Taoisms were broken one after another, exposing a deeper void!

"Die!"

One roar, one shot!

The masters who were constantly bombarding the large formation outside, and the endless creatures who were fighting around the periphery of Xuandu City turned their heads to look at Xuandu City at the same time.

They couldn't see much, they just felt that a dazzling ball of light appeared in Xuandu City. This ball of light appeared strangely in front of Kunpeng's incomparably huge body, and collided fiercely.

The earth shakes and chaos boils!

Kunpeng's body, which was even bigger than the city of Xuandu, was sent flying upside down, abruptly leveling most of the battle situation, and the army of Chaos creatures fighting with the puppets defending the city were killed and injured countless times!

The light and shadow slowly dissipated...

First, the bundled long hair fluttering in the wind, then the slender figure in a long robe, the three-pointed double-edged gun pointing obliquely, and the constantly rising and falling chest.

The indifference in his gaze made many creatures tremble with fear.

On the city wall, the Great Master Xuandu, who was healing his wounds, silently covered his forehead, and sat there moaning constantly.

But this sudden appearance knocked Kunpeng's figure into the air, dragged his spear forward and rushed forward, flying across the endless universe in a blink of an eye, and the spear smashed into Kunpeng's head.

Kunpeng's figure shrunk suddenly, and he managed to avoid the gouging attack by this method.

In the next moment, Kunpeng's huge body was fixed at the length of a thousand feet, and an unexpected scene appeared like this...

Kunpeng turned his head and fluttered his wings, and violent storms rose up. He directly tore through the void, and his figure disappeared in a flash!

Let alone others, Yang Jian was stunned.

The dignified demon master walked so decisively that Yang Jian lost the opportunity to pursue him.

At this point, Yang Jian could only look at the direction Kunpeng was escaping from, speechless for a while, and finally let out a low growl, venting most of the boredom in his heart.

Turning around, Yang Jian's gaze was filled with figures running in all directions.