The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

variable.

This is not the first person to say these two words to him.

The Dragon King said it, the master said it, Xuanyuan Huangdi mentioned it, and the old man Xuangui also mentioned it, and asked him to create more variables and take more paths that no one else has traveled.

Why?

Yang Jian kept the iron plate of unknown meaning in the deepest part of Xuangui's belt, feeling that it was not an ordinary object.

What is the meaning of the word "nine" above? To say that I am the ninth is still referring to the ninth place of the Xuangui Remains...

Yang Jian stood in the gray mist in a daze for a while. At this time, he had greatly improved his skills, with fifty-six mysterious beads, and his whole body was filled with the power of the precious blood of the black turtle, which was only waiting for him to help him through the entrance when he broke through in the future.

Yang Jian thought to himself, these hard-won powers of precious blood must not be wasted on daily practice accumulation.

Also try to avoid serious injuries, otherwise the power of the precious blood will repair his injured body by itself.

Fifty-six profound beads...

Yang Jian couldn't help showing some smiles.

Having obtained the black tortoise belt, the light yellow robe, many ancient books, countless treasures, and more than a dozen treasures from the miasma spirit, this trip can no longer be described as "rich".

But thinking about it now, it seems like a dream;

When I wake up from the dream, maybe I am still in the pavilion in the mountain, just waking up drunk, and have another drink with Xuanyuan Huangdi.

There are wisps of gray-white miasma entangled around Yang Jian's body, but it will not hurt Yang Jian's mysterious body at all, and Yang Jian can even absorb weak vitality in these gray-white miasma.

‘If you encounter a strong enemy, it would be a good strategy to introduce the opponent here. '

Yang Jian sighed softly, and was about to turn around and leave when someone tapped his shoulder suddenly, which really shocked him.

He reacted quickly, and the moment he pulled back and retreated violently, the pointless spear and mountain axe were already in his hands, but before he had time to react, a golden light flashed, and the 'familiar' rope was directly wrapped around him, binding the pointless spear and mountain axe into it at the same time.

Lingbao, binding dragon rope.

"Hey, after getting some benefits from the old tortoise, I feel that I can fight with my uncle, what's the matter?"

The girl in yellow with a narrow smile on her face walked forward, and Yang Jian suddenly became bitter.

How could I forget about this plague god.

"Uncle Master, don't blame me, I was just thinking about some things earlier." Yang Jian's face was indifferent, and he returned to that breezy appearance, which made Qiong Xiao's teeth itch, but he felt a little helpless towards him.

He can't be beaten, killed, or scolded, so why arrest him?

Qiong Xiao snorted, took a step forward, and appeared in front of Yang Jian. The precious light around her dispersed the miasma and brought a ray of clear fragrance.

"Bring it."

Yang Jian looked at the pale little hand in front of him, and smiled wryly, "What?"

"It's time for my baby!" Qiong Xiao snorted, "Do you want to renege on the debt? I don't want to take more from you. According to the prehistoric rules, if I see a share, and I am your elder, just take half of it casually."

Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at his appearance, "How can I give it to you if you tie me up like this?"

"Hmph! You slicker, don't want me to be fooled!" Qiong Xiao wrinkled the tip of her nose, looked around Yang Jian's body, immediately saw Yang Jian's black turtle belt, and touched it excitedly.

The waist is the central axis of the human body, and it is also a relatively private position. Although Qiong Xiao just touched the three precious jades, Yang Jian couldn't stand it.

"I'll take it myself, uncle, I'll take it myself! Uncle, just let me go, don't you know how capable you are? How could I be presumptuous in front of you? I really don't even have the slightest idea."

Yang Jian was quickly defeated, spoke soft words, and complimented Qiong Xiao.

Qiong Xiao hesitated a little, and took away the dragon-binding rope like a thief; Yang Jian did as he said, did not escape, but found treasures in the black turtle belt.

For a moment, the depths of Miasma Mie Lake were filled with radiance, supporting pieces of masks.

Qiong Xiao grinned, smiling innocently and harmlessly, but Yang Jian looked frightened and sweated coldly on his forehead.

He took out all the treasures that he had obtained from Miasma Spirit, anyway, he took these spirit treasures back to his mother and Xiaoling, they were not indispensable.

Qiong Xiao was not polite, picked and picked seven treasures and went out, all of which were good-looking treasures, such as folding fans, treasure clothes, red hairpins, short swords and so on.

But she also didn't want to take advantage of Yang Jian, so she didn't take the three most precious of these treasures - the Mieling Golden Light Sword, the Xuanzi Haoqing Gourd, and a spirit treasure made in imitation of the Qiankun Ruler, which was also made by the master of the Great Desolate Artisan.

"Master, is that all?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.

"Hmm..." Qiong Xiao groaned for a few moments, her expression was clearly a little tangled, after all, she was Yang Jian's uncle, and she had been famous for a long time, so she still needed face.

Qiong Xiao coughed, and blinked at Yang Jian: "Why don't you give you Yun Xiao and Bi Xiao some more greetings?"

Yang Jian couldn't help but laugh.

If Qiong Xiao wanted to take his treasure, he could do it directly; and it was thanks to Qiong Xiao that he sent away the three powerful monsters for Yang Jian to be able to enter the island in the middle of the lake.

Drinking water does not forget the well digger. The treasures and books left by Xuan Gui are of inestimable value. Yang Jian took out these treasures with the intention of letting Qiong Xiao take them.

"That's fine, I also admire Mistress Sanxiao's other two uncles." Yang Jian made a gesture of invitation, and Qiong Xiao moved forward again.

She muttered: "Why are you not a damsel, am I that old? Hmph, if it weren't for seeing that you can be a man, I would tear your mouth off and rinse it!"

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, watching Qiong Xiao choose left and right and took two more treasures, but still did not touch the three most precious spirit treasures.

If she doesn't take it, Yang Jian can't persuade her to take it at will, that would be a bit too arrogant.

How could Sanxiao be short of treasures? It's just that Qiong Xiao felt that the trip was in vain, and Yang Jian's opportunity was fulfilled, but she had no blessings, and she was somewhat unbalanced.

As for the catastrophe of conferring gods... She really didn't take it to heart.

"Well, that's about it," Qiong Xiao put away the nine treasures one by one, her little face was full of satisfaction, and she looked more and more pleasing to Yang Jian.

Qiong Xiao walked around Yang Jian with his hands behind his back, the old god raised his left hand, and patted Yang Jian's shoulder twice with some effort, "It's not bad, it's very promising. If someone bullies you in the future, I will report your name as Uncle Qiong Xiao."

"Thank you uncle, let's go out first."

Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness expanded outward, and suddenly noticed something unusual about Miasia Lake; he no longer eroded or blocked his spiritual consciousness, but 'magnified' his spiritual consciousness, pushed it out of Xuanyuan Tomb, and scattered it in the world.

Huh? This world seems to be a little different...

It's not because of the great progress of mystic skills, but because there is an irritable and impetuous dao rhyme floating between the heaven and the earth, which seems to be some kind of hostility, and I don't know what it is.

It should be related to the Taoist catastrophe.

Thinking of the great catastrophe, Yang Jian was also a little anxious. He wanted to make a lot of arrangements and various calculations before, but most of them were a little late.

Just as Qiong Xiao was about to say something, a ray of jade light suddenly came from the sky, enveloping Yang Jian completely. Yang Jian did not resist, but relaxed, and there was an extra green tripod on his head.

"Heh, is it possible that Junior Brother Yuding is afraid that I will kill you, my precious disciple?" Qiong Xiao sneered, with a somewhat unfriendly expression on his face.

The figure of Master Yuding slowly condensed in the jade light, and he was able to see the large formation and nothing inside and outside the Xuanyuan Tomb, and directly appeared here.

Qiong Xiao's heart also trembled, seeing Yuding real person became more and more unclear.

"Okay, I can't afford to offend, and I can't hide?"

Qiong Xiao snorted, her figure retreated leisurely, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, like a light smoke.

Yuding didn't stop him, but just greeted Qiong Xiaogong and turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Follow me as a teacher, the catastrophe has begun."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Jian respectfully responded, and being carried by Master Yuding, he was in a daze for a while, but he had already reached the high sky outside Xuanyuan Tomb, and the sky was full of stars above his head, flying towards Yuquan Mountain.

Master Yuding's face was a little dignified.

Yang Jian asked with some anxiety: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Everyone knows that this catastrophe is the catastrophe of my Taoist sect. I never thought that the beginning of the catastrophe was the anger of the saint and empress."

Daoist Yuding revealed what the monks of the Three Religions were most worried about at this time, "I am afraid that this catastrophe is no small matter. Not to mention Da Luo, the quasi-leader-level powers may all be in danger of falling."

"Well," Yang Jian nodded cooperatively, and suddenly remembered the allusions he knew about conferring the gods, and his master seemed to be in a catastrophe...

"Master, let me deal with this catastrophe."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, "I have the title of Heavenly Court, and I am also a true monarch bestowed by the sage. No matter what, I will not be on the list of gods."

Yu Ding shook his head with a smile, and said: "As a teacher, I have never been contaminated by karma, and the fate of this catastrophe has not found me, so don't worry about me. It's you, you wait until the destiny arrives before you go down the mountain, don't waste money to make calculations."

Hearing what Master said, Yang Jian could only smile wryly.

Of course, he was doing calculations to find more benefits for himself, and wanted to take advantage of the catastrophe to take advantage of the situation and become a real God of War.

In addition, all the things he considered were not for the sake of this great Daoist sect, so that the master would not be disturbed by the catastrophe in the future?

"Master, I still want to visit Nanzhou more."

"That's fine," Yu Ding didn't blame. Seeing that Yang Jian's mind was determined, he didn't persuade him much, but said: "Be careful in everything, if you can't do it, don't force it. There are too many involved in this catastrophe, even if the name is not on the list of gods, it is inevitable that there will be a catastrophe."

"yes."

Yang Jian responded respectfully.

"This is the object you want," Master Yuding handed a disk engraved with mysterious talismans to Yang Jian, and at the same time tapped Yang Jian's forehead lightly. Yang Jian already understood how to use this treasure.

After all, the Qintian Baojian still fell into his hands.

Yang Jian carefully put away the gossip disk, just as he put away the Qintian Baojian for later use, but the bottom has already reached the front of Yuquan Mountain.

The kung fu of Master Yuding traveling like this is really beyond Yang Jian's reach at this time.