The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"For them, this seat is the remnant of the previous era. They rejected the allegiance of the living beings, just to destroy us. The reason is unknown, and the answer should be in the previous era."

The last Times Square should be Taishi.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and then asked, "How long can seniors survive?"

"When you want this imprint to be wiped out, this seat will be wiped out."

"Can senior tell me all the information that senior knows about these supreme beings?"

"I left this imprint to pass on these messages to future generations; I once heard a sentence from them that creatures cannot be completely extinct, and they want to suppress the tangible world to a certain level..."

Next, this imprint left by the strong in the Tai Chi Realm tells everything that the Tai Chi Realm knows about the powerful enemy.

The more Yang Jian listened, the more chilled he felt.

There are one hundred and eight saints in the Taiji world, but in the final decisive battle, they were instantly crushed and killed by a powerful opponent.

How strong are those supreme beings?

How many avenues have each of those Xeons mastered?

The skeletons of heaven and earth that have been kneaded into hundreds of mountains, countless creatures who don't want to die but can only be displayed here, and the attitude of those most powerful people who are not serious from beginning to end...

The more he listened, the more powerless Yang Jian felt, and the more puzzled he was about the motives of those powerful enemies who repeatedly destroyed the living world.

But the fighting spirit in his heart was not weakened by this, and even became stronger.

After listening to the old man's narration for half a day, Yang Jian stood up, thought a little, and decided to report the matter to Master Sanqing.

The matter is very important, maybe because of the 'last words' of this Tai Chi senior, Hong Huang's chances of winning will be increased.

Another layer of formation was reinforced around him. Yang Jian closed his eyes and destroyed the imprint in the Lingtai, and then carefully checked all parts of his body, no one was affected by this imprint in the slightest.

Be careful, there is nothing wrong with it.

Turning his mind back to the wilderness, Yang Jian thought about it, but still headed towards Yuxu Palace.

He also didn't know how he could meet the saint, but Yuxu Palace is the ashram of the ancestor Yuanshi Tianzun, and there is a jade statue of the saint, which should make the master of the saint feel.

In Yuxu Palace, Yang Jian's incarnation came in a hurry, and several people who were discussing Dao came to their spirits at the same time.

Taoist Huanglong frowned and said, "It's only been a few days? Why are you back again? I'm in a hurry, but what's the hurry?"

"There is indeed something urgent," Yang Jian saluted the elders of the master, and then said directly, "I want to see the master, and I need to report this matter to the master."

Guang Chengzi said: "Master Patriarch is now repairing the Dao of Heaven with the two masters and leading saints, and the real body cannot be seen."

"Is there any way?" Yang Jian asked softly.

Just as Guang Chengzi was about to shake his head, the jade statue of the saint suddenly shone with a slight jade light, and the jade light shone on Yang Jian, who immediately stood there in a daze.

A moment ago, Yang Jian was still in Yuxu Palace, when he suddenly heard 'what's the matter', he was placed in the misty clouds, and in front of him were four figures sitting cross-legged on the futon.

See you again!

Yang Jian looked down at his body, and found that he was just a faint phantom, and hurried forward to bow.

"Disciple Yang Jian has met the master and the saint who guides him."

Sanqing opened his eyes, Lao Tzu's eyes were peaceful, Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes were gentle, and Master Tongtian's eyes were a little playful; while Jie Ying sat on the futon and turned around slowly, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with Yang Jian.

They teach in the West, no, it should be called Buddhism at this time.

Their Buddhism is also living in the prehistoric, and when it comes to joining hands to fight against those powerful enemies who destroy the world, the Taoists will naturally not be ambiguous.

Taoist Jieying didn't take action to teach Yang Jian at this time, which was already giving Sanqing a bad face, but he couldn't force Jieying to "be patient" with Yang Jian.

Lao Tzu spoke, his voice was slow but with an indescribable rhyme, more and more dusty and ethereal.

"Yang Jian has to be rewarded for running around in the chaotic sea for the prehistoric people."

The handsome face of Master Tongtian had a slight smile on his face, and he said to Lao Tzu: "It's fine to reward him verbally, he is the reincarnation of the ancient sage, and now his combat power is not in vain. He should also have a glimmer of life in the prehistoric world. Apart from a few treasures, what else can we give him?"

"Yang Jian, what trouble do you have?" Yuanshi Tianzun said in a gentle voice, "I will not act rashly. If there are strong enemies who cannot deal with it, I can lead them into the void, and we can use the power of heaven to kill them."

Yang Jian hurriedly said: "It's not a strong enemy... I have two things to report, one is related to Kunpeng and cicada's sloughing, the master should have known about it."

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slowly, and said: "I failed to kill Kunpeng back then, and he snatched the Xuanzhu and fled into the sea of ​​chaos. I really underestimated this son."

Master Tongtian said seriously: "Now Kunpeng seems to be a serious problem, but it doesn't seem to be a big problem. The Kunpeng you killed was actually Kunpeng. The one who sloughed out of Kunpeng's body should be regarded as another person."

"Does Master know the whereabouts of this person?"

Master Tongtian said with a smile: "If you knew, you would have already seized it."

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly and continued, "I have one more thing to do. I found a message from a sage in the Tai Chi era in the wreckage of the world in the middle of the Chaos Sea."

"Oh?" A light flashed in Lao Tzu's eyes.

"Taiji Realm? How do you determine that it is before Taisu and after Taishi?" The leader of Tongtian was concerned about these things.

"I've checked there before, so I shouldn't have missed anything," Yuanshi Tianzun said in a deep voice.

The leading Taoist also turned around and stared at Yang Jian; from the slight expressions of the four saints, it can be concluded that they did not find the patterns of the Dao at the beginning.

Yang Jian explained the matter in detail, and drew the entire rubbings out of thin air, and the four saints pinched their fingers to calculate at the same time.

The Master Tongtian and the leading Taoist quickly closed their eyes to realize it, but Lao Tzu lightly swept away the pattern of the Dao in front of him with a sweep of the dust, but he had already picked off all the information in it.

Yuan Shi Tianzun said: "You did a good job in this matter, but you need to remember to offer incense to the bones of that senior. This is always a bit offensive."

"Yes," Yang Jian honestly admitted his mistake, "The disciple had a flash of inspiration at the time, so he didn't care much about it."

"How can there be any reason to be scolded for meritorious service?" Tongtian Sect Master chuckled beside him, and then sighed faintly, "Obtaining this avenue pattern, I understand many things, and even more understand the hardships of the future battle."

Lao Tzu whispered: "What should come will eventually come, this time is the last fight."

Jieyin's complexion was a bit complicated, and he scattered the pattern of the avenue, "Hong Huang has no way out, and the other party has no intention of surrendering."

Yang Jian said: "Does the master have any instructions for his disciples?"

"You just need to take care of yourself," Yuanshi Tianzun said. "Although the spirits in the sea of ​​chaos are the most important thing to protect the prehistoric world, your own practice is even more important. Do you need someone to help you?"

Yang Jian shook his head, "The two methods given by Master Xuandu are enough."

"Do extraordinary things in extraordinary times," Yuanshi Tianzun saw that Yang Jian's face was a little distressed, and naturally knew that Yang Jian was a little disgusted with the method of controlling the spiritual core, so he comforted him in a warm voice.

Afterwards, Yang Jian resigned and was sent away from this misty place.

After Yang Jian left, the faces of the four saints gradually returned to their previous calmness, they closed their eyes one after another, and sat quietly.

Under the futons they were sitting on, like weaving cloth, the roads criss-crossed according to certain rules, extending towards the realm of nothingness.

The four saints are not just repairing the way of heaven, they are constantly consolidating the formation of the way of heaven and the barriers of heaven and earth that protect the prehistoric world.

Being calculated by Qianhong, they can only be trapped in the realm of saints at this time, cutting off the way to move on, but at this time they are still doing their best to protect the prehistoric world.

It's just that no matter how it is repaired, the formation will never be complete, and there will always be weak points and damaged places.

In particular, in the Nether Abyss of the North Sea, the power of heaven is the weakest, and the spread of dao is constantly hindered.

It was like a gate opened from the abyss, and at some point, a steady stream of enemies would come out of it and step into this last habitat of living creatures.

...

Returning his mind to his body, Yang Jian stood up and walked around. After realizing that there were no other clues, he finally remembered that he had to conquer the Remnant Bone Realm.

I don't know how long it took to comprehend the pattern of the Dao, Yang Jian calculated in his heart that it should be more than a month old.

Step into the shifting array, step out of the Wanli Pagoda, and the front door is the exit of the secret realm.

The secret realm was extremely dark, and when Yang Jian's eyes looked out of the cave, some strong light shone in from outside, making Yang Jian dazzled for a moment.

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment when his sight returned to normal.

Around the exit of the secret realm, there are densely packed, layer upon layer, countless figures standing in the sky and on the ground, most of them are Chaos Spirit Race, with various shapes and sizes.

"Second master!"

Countless figures in the sky and on the ground shouted in unison, and the sound spread to all parts of the Remnant Bone Realm, so that more figures lined up farther away also began to call the same title in unison.

The waves of sound came rolling in.

Yang Jian's blood was drawn a little, but fortunately, the "Second Master" had seen big scenes after all, and he didn't have any expression when facing this scene.

Dozens of mighty spiritual masters lined up and knelt in front of Yang Jian; all the figures in the sky knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Jian.

"Second Master, the Remnant Bone Realm has been completely subdued. According to what you said, the Great Luo Realm is completely under control, and the rest have made vows that cannot be broken..."

The second elder continued to speak impassionedly, Yang Jian listened calmly, nodded, raised his hand and said: "Get up, from now on, you can just bow to me when you see me, and you don't need to make big salutes. When you start preparing for foreign expeditions, it's best to be silent and do less evil. I need to gather all the forces I can muster."

"Yes! This subordinate understands!"

Huo Rong said softly from the side: "Second Master, there are more than three hundred masters in the Remnant Bone Realm who cannot be controlled, and they are all monks from the prehistoric background."

"Oh? Bring them to see me," Yang Jian casually pointed to a mountain top, and floated over with his hands behind his back.

That World Lord is somewhere, but if his cultivation is good, he can be subdued.

In this day and age, there are too few masters who can pose even the slightest threat to those powerful and unreasonable powerhouses...there are too few, at least Chu Qi's combat power is required, and the old world master of the Remnant Bone Realm must be found.

The sage master told him not to delay his own practice, and Yang Jian was taken aback looking at the palm print on his left palm.

If the Xuanhuang Physique is to be advanced into the Xuanhuang Indestructible Physique, it does not rely on meditation practice, and this physical body can no longer be tempered.

Is there any other way to quickly increase strength under the current state?

Yang Jian glanced at the eighty-one mysterious beads, looked at the thirty-six mysterious beads wrapped in the Dinghai God beads, and looked at the "dutiful and honest" mysterious beads, and suddenly had some strange thoughts.