The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The realm of the previous life should have surpassed the limit of the primordial.

Yang Jian stood there with a wry smile, his breath flickered all over his body, he couldn't move, and the trace of the knife hovered in front of his eyes.

The avenue is as simple as the avenue, but the avenue is not as good as it is.

At this moment, every ounce of strength, every ounce of profound energy, and even every drop of blood was drained from his whole body.

Around, the five bronze mirrors turned into powder, falling slowly everywhere, as if announcing the end of a certain era...

In the palm, the light of the handle of the broken knife slowly dimmed, leaving only a soft sigh of the broken knife, without further words.

A hundred feet away, the second god general, Zi Tan Leng Mo, was lying in a pool of purple-brown blood. His whole body was very flat, except for a knife mark on his neck.

The sword breaks, the spear breaks, the knife falls, the hammer shatters...

This second general, who seemed to have reached the acme of Dao, was already at the apex of the strongest, but he looked so unbearable under the slash of the broken knife.

That is naturally not the power of the Candao, but the Dao and Profound Truth that the Candao has acquired from its master Dubi over countless years.

This knife is already the limit of Candao, and it is also the limit of Yang Jian.

And this knife cut off Zi Tan Lengmo's avenue, and cut off his soul that had no emotion.

Boom!

Ahead, a terrifying coercion came from the hall again.

Yang Jian smiled wryly, looked down at his palm, then dragged the spear that had been covered with cracks, and walked forward with some difficulty in the broken wall.

The exhausted profound blood and profound energy began to recover again, but it was like hunting in a dry lake while fishing and burning forests. Before that, Can Dao's magical power took away most of his life...

He also wants to rest, if not already a little too late.

"Don't go... when I beg you... let her go..."

A weak voice chased after him from behind, and Yang Jian's eyes flashed a little sadly, but he still didn't stop on his feet.

"I always have to make a break. In the next life, don't think about the past again."

Turning his head slightly to look at the withered corpse, Yang Jian felt inexplicably desolate in his heart.

He probably already understood what happened.

But at this moment, he still has some doubts. He doesn't know whether it is the strong man in ancient times or the person with ulterior motives today who is pushing these things step by step behind the scenes. It seems that everything has been arranged.

No matter what, he will go.

There is only one last step left to the answer, if he turns back here, or just stops like this, he will really leave a big regret.

After thinking about it, what people want in this life is actually the three words 'no regrets in heart'.

Step by step, Yang Jian walked on the faded jade road, as if there were still some remaining creatures in the ruins talking to him.

After climbing up the steps and stepping into the magnificent ancient palace, Yang Jian looked forward, but what he saw was a sea of ​​stars.

The main hall seemed to be submerged by this sea of ​​stars, and the road under his feet was like nothingness.

A few figures were in the deepest part of the sea of ​​stars, a woman in white was standing with her back to him, it was the eldest sister who was just going to meet at this time.

"Qingling..."

Yang Jian murmured with his chapped lips, his eyes were a little blurred.

And in front of the 'big sister' there was an altar, and above the altar was a seat, and a mummy was lying on the seat, but the body contained amazing power of life.

This is the Eternal God King?

A mummy?

Yang Jian immediately understood what this sea of ​​stars was. It should be the stardust of the Eternal God King arranged here by the 'big sister'.

Boom!

The heartbeat reappeared, and the body of the mummy trembled for a moment.

And above the altar, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc rotates quietly, and directly below the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, Empress Nuwa is entangled by several shackles of condensed light.

Like a sacrificial offering.

Uncle?

Yang Jian's pupils shrank, because he saw the Taoist in Tsing Yi who had fallen not far from the altar, with a terrifying hole in his chest.

How is this going?

Uncle is really dead? Was my guess wrong?

With a little doubt, Yang Jian took a step forward, forcibly breathed out, and the sharp gun trembled slightly.

The eldest sister who was in a trance towards the altar slowly turned around.

That face made Yang Jian's heart tense instantly, three parts seemed light and seven parts like an old friend.

"You are Yang Jian?" Her voice was calm, but her eyes were slightly surprised, "How did you win against Xian Kong and Leng Mo?"

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and then he said calmly, "I picked up a piece of scrap iron at the Immortal Volcano."

"So, it can be explained clearly." She turned around slowly, but she couldn't tell what majesty it was, and she couldn't tell how beautiful she was in words.

This appearance is not visible to ordinary people, and the fairy has no face when he hears the sound.

"It doesn't matter whether I kill you or not at this time. Father is about to wake up, and any struggle you make will be futile, but," she slowly closed her eyes, and the aura around her suddenly became fierce.

As if in an instant, Fairy Nine Heavens turned into a Nether ghost!

The piercing coldness of that voice made Yang Jian almost lose his heart!

She raised her hand and slapped Yang Jian with a palm, and a palm print that covered the sky and flowed the icy road appeared in front of Yang Jian instantly from an unknown distance away!

"You touched something that shouldn't be touched, how dare you touch a treasure that I dare to touch! Ten thousand deaths will not redeem me!"

"so what!"

Yang Jian raised his head violently and roared, holding the three-pointed double-edged gun with both hands, jumped up, and smashed the gun into the palm of that palm!

but……

Ping——

This sharp spear, which accompanied Yang Jian in his conquests and battles to become the strongest, shattered directly in front of this palm print!

And Yang Jian's figure was also instantly sent flying, flying upside down out of the sea of ​​stars, and fell at the entrance of the hall.

The bones are shattered, and the energy is decisive!

"snort!"

The 'big sister' snorted coldly, her chest heaved a little, then turned to look at the mummy lying on the altar throne.

'Who is that? '

A dull thought circulated.

"It's just a living being," said the 'eldest sister' in a low voice, "Father, my son will help you come back to life, but please don't forget to promise your son."

‘What do you want, father and king won’t give you? It's hard to run around for so many years for you. '

"The child has no regrets."

Slowly making seals with her hands, nine avenues appeared behind her, somewhat similar to Xian Kong's avenue, the nine avenues melted into a green willow tree.

And there is a small pond under the willow tree, with a few simple white lotuses floating in the pond.

She casually summoned a white lotus, and slowly handed it to the heart vein of the mummy, but there was some hesitation in her eyes.

"Father, will you really help me revive him?"

'I have no enmity with Dubi, it's just that our respective paths have come to an end, and we want to escape from the shackles of the primordial realm. '

'The path I chose runs counter to the path he chose, and the two cannot coexist, so there was the previous battle. '

‘After the resurrection of the father, it is easy to let him return, but the father will only give him a road that cannot be fought, and let you stay with him. '

The eldest sister suddenly showed joy, but Nuwa who was hanging above just sneered.

But at this moment, the eldest sister couldn't listen to any words at all, she breathed lightly, her jade hands trembling slightly, and sent the lotus flower into the dry corpse.

Then, he took a few steps back quietly, knelt and sat beside the altar, and waited quietly.

Boom... Boom...

Slow but powerful heartbeats appeared everywhere in the Xinghai, and the Xinghai's rays of light kept flickering, and a touch of mysterious Taoism appeared around the mummy's body, wrapping itself in a layer of golden clouds.

Her breathing was starting to become a little unsteady.

A heart was trembling slightly, expecting, waiting, it seemed that in the next moment, the man she had thought about for countless years would appear in front of her eyes...

"laugh……"

Suddenly laughter came from the side, and she immediately looked up, murderous intent surged in her eyes, but she was a little puzzled.

The corpse of Xuandu, whose heart was broken by her pointing, burst into laughter at this moment, and sat up directly...

"Ha, hahaha! Cough cough cough! Ha ha ha ha! I'm sorry, I can't bear it anymore. Sister, go on, go on, pretend I don't exist."

The hole in Xuandu's chest was closing rapidly, and he stood up slowly while clutching his chest, with a simple and happy smile on his lips.

But the 'big sister' frowned slightly.

The real body should be no more than Xuandu in the Quasi-Saint Realm, but she can't see through the aura at this moment.

With a long sword in his hand, the 'big sister' slowly got up, without saying much, a flash of sword light flashed across very quickly, Xuandu's head was suddenly thrown away, and his head flew out.

But strangely, there was no blood at all.

Xuan Du's figure flashed, and appeared beside him, with his head resting on his neck, as if the sword just now was just an illusion.

He waved his sleeve robe with a smile, and dozens of figures exactly like him appeared behind him, each of them revealing the aura of the strongest.

"There are many incarnations of me in the dream, big sister, you can kill a few more, let me see what you look like when you are so angry."

The elder sister held the hilt of the sword and said coldly, "Who are you?"

"Me? Meng Luo, don't you remember, big sister? The young man who has been with you since the beginning," Xuandu raised his head and laughed for a while with a smile on his face, "Happy! Really happy!"

"Shut up."

"Shut me up? Are you serious? I'm going to tell you about your lover."

Xuandu said something with a smile, and the elder sister subconsciously took half a step forward.

"What the hell are you up to?"

"It's a long story. Let me tell you something that interests you first, such as Dubi's whereabouts." Xuandu snapped his fingers, and a cloud of mist appeared beside him, and a clear image appeared inside it.

It was the picture that the eldest sister had seen in Honghuang before. In that ordinary room, there was a young man showing half of his face.

The eldest sister's gaze suddenly became obsessed, but at this time, the picture was not static, but moving.

The man inside stretched himself from the desk and stood up, walked to the side of the glowing board, sat down, and looked at something with his chin resting.

Snapped.

Xuan Du snapped his fingers, and the picture suddenly changed, showing this young man walking on the street, touching something with his head down, but at the intersection, he was hit by an 'iron box' that rushed over, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The elder sister could barely grasp the hilt of the sword.

"What happened to him! Why didn't you save him!"

"You really have lost all reason," Xuan Du said lightly, "Why didn't I save him? If I didn't save him, how could I see this good show?"

In the picture, a phantom floated in the air with some confusion, and was suddenly pulled into the cuff.

This scene is unfolded from the perspective of the great mage Xuandu, and the cuffs are naturally Xuandu's action, taking away the soul of "Dubi's reincarnation".

Then, the stars and the sea of ​​stars passed by in a flash, Xuandu seemed to fly to the end of this vast and endless sea of ​​stars, and the familiar barriers of heaven and earth appeared again.

It is this side of the Eternal Kingdom of God.

Xuandu slapped the barrier of heaven and earth, and there seemed to be lights and shadows flickering on the other side of the barrier of heaven and earth.

The inside and the outside are united, Xuandu opened a passage, and several figures that are almost the same as Xuandu ushered in and merged into Xuandu's body.

They are all dream bodies, and they are all supreme beings.

Immediately, Xuandu worshiped the Kalachakra Avenue, and a long ruler appeared in his hand, and the long ruler led Xuandu into a colorful vortex.

Within the barriers of heaven and earth, Xuandu's own years are rapidly going back...

When Xuandu rushed out of the vortex, he had already rushed out of the barrier of heaven and earth, and appeared in front of that piece of heaven and earth in a flash.

Prehistoric five continents.

Then, Xuandu was quietly waiting for something, looking for something, the screen kept flickering, and finally stopped at a Tucheng in Nanfangbuzhou, where he found a dying boy.

Next to the boy, a small person was snuggled up on the edge of the kang, and seemed to be so hungry that he was about to pass out.

"It's not bad to follow, it's you."

Xuandu raised his hand and tapped on the boy's forehead, grabbed a wisp of soul and extinguished it, then took out the phantom from his sleeve, and shot it into the boy's figure.

Then, he went out laughing and left...

The scene changed, and the boy carried the little girl on his back and walked hard on the road in front of Kunlun Mountain. After feeding the little girl wild fruits, he secretly hid the wild fruits he should have eaten. They were running out of food...

The screen flashed again, and the boy knelt down in front of a somewhat unattractive but tall Taoist...

"Don't you understand yet?"

Xuan Du said with a smile.

The long sword slipped from the elder sister's hand, and her figure trembled slightly, and she was on the verge of falling.

In the cloud mirror, the scene of the boy in the mountains flashed by, and when the picture became clear again, it was the two young Taoist priests fighting in front of the plaque in Jinxia Cave of Qianyuan Mountain.

"Impossible...it's impossible...it's not true!"

Shouting sharply, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and there was unbearable pain in her eyes.

"Alas," Xuan Du smiled and sighed, "Elder Sister, Eldest Sister, as the fourth younger brother who is deeply cared for by you, I spent more than sixty Yuanhui to have hundreds of dream bodies search for the stardust that hasn't exploded after Dubi's fall..."

"Finally, I went in once. Before he was about to use his body to kill the last remnant of the Eternal Kingdom of God, I tried my best to take away his true spirit."

"It took me countless years to allow him to be reincarnated, and I worked hard to bring his reincarnation back to the prehistoric world. What am I trying to do? Isn't it just to fulfill your wish, big sister? Hahaha!"

The Great Master Xuandu's face suddenly became extremely ferocious, "You killed him yourself! You killed him! His body is just outside the temple, and the true spirit inside has been wiped out under your palm!"

"No...it's not true..."

She struggled to turn around, but Xuandu suddenly stepped forward, looked down at her expressionlessly, and stepped on her wrist.

Xuandu's voice seemed to blow like a cold wind from the Nine Netherworld.

"Don't blame me, these are all your own sins. You want to resurrect Dubi, but you can't find Dubi's remnant spirit, and you have the idea of ​​resurrecting your father, the eternal god king first."

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid? Will the Eternal God King let him go? It's ridiculous that you have destroyed countless lives for this matter! For your own selfish desires, you have ruined countless lives!"

"What's wrong with creatures! What's wrong with me!"

"My parents, my wife, my children and grandchildren, my family has sixty-five members, and my teacher has six hundred and seventy-two people. What's wrong with them!"

"In the early days of the Hou Taichu, I practiced hard to reach the saint realm. Of course you will not remember me. There are too many saints who died in your hands. But my true spirit survived by luck. I awakened my previous life memory in the prehistoric world, and I also realized the great dream mystery."

"Didn't expect that? What is this? Hahahaha!"

Xuandu laughed, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes, "This is retribution! I am your retribution! I am the countless creatures who died at your hands! I want you to feel that life is worse than death, and I want you to pay the price!"

Boom——

Suddenly there was a strong heartbeat from the side, and the 'big sister' who had been dead in her eyes had a glimmer of hope again.

"Father...Father will definitely be able to..."

"Oh," Xuan Du wiped the corners of his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "By the way, your father's true spirit has been controlled by me with an evil method. Even, you have never doubted why you were able to find your father's remnant spirit so smoothly, right?"

Seamless.

This revenge has been prepared for countless years, and the arrangement is seamless.

The elder sister sat there powerlessly, the breath around her was extremely chaotic, and her realm of cultivation kept falling.

But an elegant voice came from within the cloud...

"You said, controlled my true spirit?"

Xuandu froze there with a smile for an instant, turned around suddenly, and looked at the throne where the cloud and mist were slowly dissipating.

And almost at the same time, outside the hall, at the bottom of Yang Jian's mutilated body, a small ball of flames sprang up quickly, melting the body silently...