The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

But at the same time, Mirage Dragon naturally understands that if he wants to become enlightened, he must be enlightened by himself, and it is absolutely difficult to achieve it if he only relies on external forces.

For Liu Ya, enlightenment is still a little far away at this time, and it is really unknown whether he can catch up with Yang Jian to complete the breakthrough.

Like Nezha and Sun Wukong, their cultivation and mana have already reached the threshold of a great saint, but because of this, they have not realized the saint state at this time, and have not found a way to take this step forward;

For people like them who are good at fighting and love fighting, they only need to keep fighting against opponents who are stronger than themselves, and go through dangers constantly. At any time, they may suddenly realize their own way and take that crucial step forward.

It is true that the accumulation of the two of them is not enough.

But Yang Jian had predicted that if he wanted to break through to the realm of the strongest, he would stay in the Chaos Clock for at least thousands of years.

In these thousands of years, Nezha and Sun Wukong really may have made a breakthrough.

Zixia is even simpler than Nezha and Monkey King, because she has enough understanding, and there are dozens of phantoms of "sages of swordsmanship" created by mirage dragons. Her obstacles to enlightenment are the thinnest and shortest.

Relatively speaking, Liuya's obstacle to enlightenment is tantamount to climbing a cliff with a weak mortal body.

But it is this kind of woman who looks very gentle and is getting closer and closer to Empress Houtu, but she climbs the cliff step by step without looking back.

If there is no great opportunity and no great understanding, we can only rely on great perseverance.

"This girl..."

Mirage Dragon Kong Wu watched after the battle, endured the pain all over his body, and could only sigh softly at Liu Ya who kept thinking and comprehending but had no time to heal his wounds.

After thinking carefully for a while, the mirage dragon recalled the avenue he had felt before, and gently slid his fingers across his face, making an orchid.

Afterwards, the mirage dragon poured a complete road into the jade orchid, as if it had picked it up at random, and quietly sent it to Liuya's side.

Liu Ya was constantly comprehending there, and suddenly noticed something extra on the side, turned her head and saw the little orchid grass growing rapidly in the soil.

The grass stalks emitted a faint green light, and every time these green light spots touched Liuya's wound, Liuya would let out a soft moan, and then healed her injury quickly...

To confuse the fake with the real, and it is really effective, this is the state of Mirage Dragon at this time.

As long as you are in the illusion of the mirage dragon, you cannot be the enemy of the mirage dragon unless the realm is higher than the mirage dragon.

This is the frightening aspect of the primordial alien species, and it is also one of the reasons why mirage dragons are afraid of the most powerful——realm suppression.

If he dared to fight against the strongest, that would be the most perfect way to die.

"Thank you, senior," Liuya got up and bowed to the nothingness, and then sat down again.

Without the time it takes to heal, Liuya only needs to do two things—to comprehend and verify.

To comprehend is to realize Taoism, and to verify is to step out of the circle of light to fight against evil spirits.

Mirage thought about it carefully, and spent a lot of effort to slightly adjust Liuya's opponent.

After finishing all this, Mirage Dragon also looked tired, yawned, made two avatar clones, sent them to stare at the place where the sword was tested, and went to find a place to rest on their own.

He has already helped anyone who can. As for whether she can really achieve enlightenment before Yang Jian leaves the customs, it depends on her own good luck.

Xeon...

How dare you say that the girl named Houtu is 30% sure?

Mirage Dragon shook his head, but he didn't think about it. Anyway, he didn't think he had the possibility of becoming the strongest, so it was meaningless to ask about it.

In the first hundred years of Yang Jian's retreat, he spent a hundred thousand years in the chaotic clock, and he still just closed his eyes and felt comprehension.

In the Chaos Clock, the cultivators of the sword-testing place changed from batch to batch, and there were many more people in the deep area of ​​the sword-testing place practicing in seclusion.

And although there were more than a dozen people in the third stage of the sword test, none of them could make a breakthrough.

Outside the chaotic clock, Tianyan Daozi returned on his own, and Daoist Yuding stayed in Yunxiao to practice in seclusion. Tianyan Daozi did not mention where the two men retreated.

Sanqing, Houtu, and Jieyin have found the location of Jiushui Spring.

When the ancient prehistoric land was shattered, the Jiuzhao Spring was also scattered under several Great Thousand Worlds, leaving those Great Thousand Worlds barren of grass, but it was also equivalent to 'sealing' the Jiuzhao Spring in disguise.

As long as a sage casts a spell, the filthy power in the Nine Poor Spring can be drawn to the Netherworld.

From now on, it seems that as long as Liuya breaks through and Yang Jian exits, Houtu will take the risk and try to get rid of the shackles of the virtuous saint.

Besides Houtu, Master Tongtian was also quite moved.

However, Master Tongtian himself possesses such a weapon as the Four Swords of Execution of Immortals, and his temperament is a bit sharper. If this method is too risky, he has been reprimanded by Yuanshi Tianzun more than once.

No way, the second brother is always older than the third brother.

Tianyan Daozi heard that Houtu was going to do such a dangerous thing, not only did not stop him, but also encouraged her a few words.

After all, all the sages almost forgot one thing - Houtu was originally an ancestor witch, transformed from Pangu's blood essence, and had the same power as Jiuwuquan.

As for the risks mentioned by Sanqing and Jieyin sages, in fact, for Houtu, it is only the troublesome evil spirits that enter the body and affect the soul.

In this way, this matter was prepared early, and then we only need to wait for the movement in the Chaos Clock.

The first millennium of Yang Jian's retreat.

Everywhere in the prehistoric world seems to have been restored to the appearance of ancient times. Under the intervention of the heavenly court, the secular world in Nanzhou has once again opened the era of monasticism. The secular world that Yang Jian knew was disrupted into a mess after the "Yuan".

Although the human race has a strong ability to reproduce, but without the six reincarnation disks, within the prehistoric range, the speed of the death and appearance of true spirits is the same, so the total number of living beings actually remains stable.

A little true spirit, reincarnated about a hundred times, will rush back to nothingness due to the exhaustion of its own 'light'.

Under the auspices of the Queen Mother, the influence of the Heavenly Court has gradually recovered; and the immortals and gods in the Heavenly Court, who are more closely related to the Dao of Heaven, are also fulfilling their duties, presiding over the order of the Three Realms, and protecting the creatures of the Three Realms.

Beyond the prehistoric world, Kong Xuan and Chu Qi began to subdue the Chaos Spirit Race again, and the Black Spirit Nation gradually recovered. Countless Chaos creatures gathered outside the Three Thousand Worlds.

Hong Huang Daxiu came here to preach, and he came here to leave Hong Huang's Dao inheritance.

Ao Xinke and others began to promote the prehistoric writing and language among the Chaos Spirit Race, and gradually evolved a truly great world.

Perhaps the real prosperity of this great world will have to wait for dozens or hundreds of yuanhuis, and if the Eternal Kingdom of God recovers, all the creatures in the sea of ​​chaos here will be just 'rations'.

But anyway, the seeds have been planted...

Anyway, they don't know what to do, so they can use this to find something for themselves.

Time flies, and three thousand years pass by in a hurry.

The land of sword testing has changed from being open for a long time to opening once every five hundred years. Although the prehistoric is huge, there are only those who can be made, and now some of them can't be continued.

One day, the Chaos Clock suddenly trembled slightly, and tens of thousands of monks who were retreating in the sword-testing place all opened their eyes, and looked out of the sword-testing place with a little horror, that piece of nothingness that no one could step into.

"Brother..."

Nezha, who was lying in the circle of light in a daze, murmured softly, and his haggard eyes became brighter again.

Three million years, twenty pluralistic churches, still not sanctified.

Nezha fought those evil spirits right here, and now his battle strength has been greatly improved, but the saint realm has always been separated by a thin film.

This kind of exhaustion and the decadence of failing to break through the level one after another made Nezha look a lot depressed.

And the accumulation of time has made him no longer childish. Although he still looks young, his eyes are full of vicissitudes, and even his heart has no waves.

Sanctification is difficult, even if there are many conditions, but I did not expect it to be so difficult.

He jumped up from the ground, raised his hand, and returned the flaming spear stuck on the stone wall thousands of feet away, and then rushed into the valley in front of him one by one, one by one.

In the valley, the figures of nine ghosts rushed towards them immediately, and it was another earth-shattering battle that no one could see.

However, Nezha has already half-stepped into the gate, and what he lacks is only a glimmer of aura, a glimmer of insight, and sanctification is already within reach.

The illusion where Nezha is not far away, the monkey king in golden armor is standing on the top of a mountain, watching the direction Nezha was looking at before.

"division……"

Shaking his head, the coercion in front of him also made him recover.

Behind him, seven or eight Mosha corpses whose heads had just been smashed are slowly dissipating...

"Small you, my grandson will become enlightened!"

With a roar, the monkey rushed into the air.

And the clouds and mist in the sky flew away quickly, and a big Buddha wrapped in black light was exposed, and a big hand suppressed it.

The raging energy, the terrifying power that seems to shatter the world, the innate golden energy poured into the Dinghaishenzhen...

The mirage dragon hiding in the dark nodded slightly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

He seemed to have known the outcome of this battle, and he stopped watching such a fierce battle, and turned his head to look at another illusion.

This is a clear lake. In the center of the lake, a woman sat there peacefully, combing her three thousand black hair, with a faint smile on her lips.

And directly above her, four illusory white shadows were fighting with dozens of figures, and the terrifying sword intent filled all parts of this illusion, making it impossible for ordinary saints to approach.

"Master is about to break through?"

She murmured softly, then slowly got up, with her thin feather skirt hanging down, she walked a few steps on the lake with her bare feet, and then gently raised her hand.

The four phantoms turned into four lightsabers, and disappeared instantly with the flick of her finger.

In the next moment, in the reflection of the lake surface, there are dozens of monsters with strange heads...

And a mysterious dao rhyme swept around her, and her figure disappeared here in an instant, and was sent out of the chaotic clock by Tianyan Daozi, and appeared outside the wild world.

Not long after, a heavenly sword cut through the sea of ​​chaos and cut into the gap between countless Taoisms.

Kendo, success.

...

Inside the Chaos Clock, the land of nothingness.

Yang Jian still closed his eyes, sitting there quietly, but the fluctuation just now was caused by a phantom around him.

Sitting cross-legged in front of Yang Jian, this phantom looks somewhat similar to Yang Jian, but if you look closely, it should be Yang Jian's appearance in his previous life.

Phantom quietly watched Yang Jian with his eyes closed at this time, his eyes were peaceful, as if he was waiting for something...