The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Now, the strength of the mysterious body can no longer be improved, and the Bajiu Xuangong really depends on one's own comprehension.

If you realize it, you will realize it;

If you don't realize it, you can only wait so hard.

Yang Jian could faintly feel that maybe before the end of Journey to the West, endless enemies would rush out of the North Sea, and the most powerful would come to the prehistoric world...

At that time, what should he use to resist?

Sighing softly, Yang Jian's avatar stood on a cloud in the sky, staring quietly at the sky and earth below.

Over the past 400 years, Yang Jian has spent less than a year with his family. Whenever he is confused and has some negative emotions, the three wives can always encourage him to move forward again with tenderness.

The Pan Gu God back then was the real despair, he was already halfway to the Xeon, but he was still found by the Xeon...

Will he have this day too?

The Undefeated Golden Body Art has been waiting for eight or nine Xuangongs for more than four hundred years. Before the end of the catastrophe, how many four hundred years are left for Yang Jian to squander?

How did the Immortal Xuanhuang Physique become so great, and what exactly is recorded in the ninth chapter of the Eighty-Nine Xuan Gong? As a fellow practitioner of dual methods, at the last moment, will he be able to withstand the backlash from the two avenues?

There are so many unknowns, it is very difficult for Yang Jian to meditate at this time.

"Is Master bothering about cultivation again?"

A soft call came from the cloud nearby, and Zixia Fairy in a green pleated skirt came riding the cloud, her long hair was tied up with a phoenix tail, her fairy clothes reflected the sunlight, her skin was like jade, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, she was already slim and graceful.

"Well," Yang Jian smiled, and there was inevitably some boredom in the smile.

Zixia held her master's arm forward, and smiled lightly: "If you don't understand, don't force it. If you wait a little longer, there will always be inspiration."

"It's your turn to be a teacher again?" Yang Jian raised his hand and knocked on Zixia's forehead, "Go, follow me to the East China Sea to fight the autumn wind."

"Why!"

Zixia happily responded, followed her master obediently, and drifted slowly towards the East China Sea.

Riding the wind and clouds, being carefree and comfortable, Zixia kept talking about some interesting things in the heaven to make Master happy, and most of the boredom in Yang Jian's heart gradually dissipated.

Naturally, he didn't come to the East China Sea to fight the autumn wind. This time, he returned to the prehistoric region to discuss with the Dragon King of the Four Seas about the cooperation between the Dragon Army and the Black Spirit Army during the catastrophe.

The dragon army is also an extremely powerful force. How many sailors have the dragon trained in the three thousand worlds? This is truly innumerable.

Although not as good as Chaotian Pavilion, it is also a powerful force that cannot be ignored.

Yang Jian is now the god of justice in the heavenly court, and he also has some say in the heavenly court. As long as the four major forces, the Hei Ling Kingdom and the dragon clan, the heavenly court, and the Buddhist gate, do not make mistakes in the later battle, they will be able to gather a mighty and boundless army.

Even the entire Wubuzhou land is not enough to line up troops.

After a luncheon, both guests and hosts were happy, and Yang Jian discussed with several dragon kings for half a day. The dragon clan promised to follow the lead of the Black Spirit Kingdom, so Yang Jian didn't ask for anything more.

On the other hand, Zixia mixed up a bunch of treasures, happily followed Yang Jian's incarnation back to the Heavenly Court, and showed off to the Six Friends of Meishan and the fairies of Zhenjun's Mansion.

When Yang Jian distracted himself, he called Zixia and said to Zixia: "Zixia, if you want to go to the Hei Ling Kingdom, first go to the Hei Ling Kingdom garrison and let them escort you to Xuandu City."

Zixia was taken aback for a moment, and then happily agreed.

She finally waited for her master to allow her to go to Hei Ling Nation. Although Honghuang is good, she has no friends. If she goes to the capital of Hei Ling Nation, she will be taken care of by her teacher, and there will be "sisters" such as Ting Lan, Cui Zhu, and Chu Qian who are familiar with her to play every day.

Not to mention, there are still a few mistresses who can act coquettishly and flirt every day, and help the master and mistress with something...

"Master, I'm going right now!"

"Why are you so eager?" Yang Jian thought of the monkey staying at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. In a hundred years, the monkey should come out.

Let Zixia stay far away from Honghuang, so that there will be no more mistakes.

He also asked Zixia to be careful on the road, and then Yang Jian moved his mind away and returned to the true body of Xuandu City.

When you open your eyes, you can see the sky full of stars and thousands of miles of water waves, which is the same as when you turned your mind back to the incarnation of the prehistoric world.

Putting away the universe in his body, Yang Jian sat there and comprehended it for a long time, and finally stood up feeling a little disappointed.

This feeling is really annoying.

It was as if his understanding of Taoism and Taoism was a well. When the Eighth Nine Mysterious Kung Fu was about to complete the eighth level, the well that was overflowing every day suddenly withered.

This withering lasted for four or five hundred years, making him thirsty for four or five hundred years.

Yang Jian faintly felt that he needed a chance, a chance that would allow him to reach the peak of his Bajiu Xuangong.

But where can the opportunity be found?

It's not like this thing will break into your house casually.

Walking around in Xuandu City, I visited the old master Mo, and set foot in the saint's tomb again after more than two hundred years.

This time, Yang Jian stopped for a long time in front of the Xinhai Boundary Monument, his eyes seemed to be moved, but he was led to the Liuli Treasure Realm by the Glazed Treasure Lord in time.

Discuss with Master Liuli for a while, Master Liuli is also at a loss for the Bajiu Xuan Gong, so he can only tell Yang Jian not to be impatient, and opportunities will always appear.

How could Yang Jian not be in a hurry?

If the catastrophe really came after the Journey to the West catastrophe, then the time left for him is actually more than a hundred years.

After wandering around Xuandu City for a few days, Yang Jian really embarked on the road back to the prehistoric.

Now, except for this road, Yang Jian is already helpless. ——He is going to use the Chaos Clock to practice and extend the hundred years indefinitely.

On the way, he also met Zixia who was escorted to the Black Spirit Kingdom by dozens of experts. Yang Jian was also surprised by such a battle, not knowing what dangers and obstacles there would be along the way.

In fact, it was Ao Xinke who knew that Yang Jian loved this only disciple, and was worried that the underlings of the most powerful would sneak up on him halfway, and took Zixia to blackmail Yang Jian, so he used dozens of quasi-sacred spirit masters to protect him.

Play it safe, and make fewer mistakes.

When he arrived at the Great Desolation Void, Yang Jian directly asked to see the saint, but he didn't enter the three realms, so he was taken directly to the illusory land by the saints.

The real Yuding is not here, but he left a ray of spiritual thoughts here, and this ray of spiritual thoughts turned into the figure of Yuding, and greeted Yang Jian on his own initiative.

"What's the matter? But what happened?"

"It's okay, Master, I'll borrow the Chaos Clock from Fellow Daoist Tianyan."

"Oh?" Tianyan Daozi's figure appeared in the distant clouds and mist, and the big bell above his head slowly revealed its trace.

On the contrary, Sanqing and Jieying were surrounded by clouds and mist, but they took the initiative to hide, so as not to let Yang Jian go forward to meet again.

Daozi Tianyan smiled and said: "Why, you figured it out? Finally came to ask me to borrow the Chaos Clock."

Yang Jian smiled wryly, "I'm really not sure how to deduce the Bajiu Xuangong to the level of a saint before the catastrophe, so I can only borrow it for tens of thousands of years like you."

"Haha, you also have today," Tian Yan Daozi laughed with much joy.

Master Yuding shook his head with a smile on the side, and told Yang Jian: "Don't be impatient in your practice. Enlightenment can't be accumulated over a long period of time. When necessary, you should jump out of Xuangong itself and practice it on the outside. You may gain something in this way."

"Students always remember the teachings of the master."

Master Yuding waved his hand, his figure gradually dissipated, and still turned into that ray of divine sense, hidden in the misty clouds.

Daozi Tianyan stood there leaning against the Chaos Clock, with his arms crossed, a little airy.

Yang Jian shook his head and didn't say much.

Tianyan Daozi said: "If you are hindered in the cultivation of the Bajiu Xuangong, I can actually take you to a place and meet a person. Maybe it will help you more than tens of thousands of years."

Yang Jian was refreshed when he heard the words, "Who are you seeing?"

"Pangu."

"Huh?" Yang Jian couldn't help but startled.

Tianyan Daozi said calmly and slowly: "The Chaos Clock has places you can go to, places you can't go to, and places you can only go once. I know a place that you can only go to once, but it allows you to talk to Father God."

Yang Jian was very moved, and hurriedly said: "Then what are you waiting for? Just take me there!"

"Are you really going?" Tian Yan Daozi's face was a little dignified.

Yang Jian was not in the mood to say nothing when his head got hot, so he immediately asked: "But what are the taboos?"

"There is no taboo, it's just...you may gain nothing, or you may gain a lot. What I am worried about is your Dao Heart Dao Realm..."

This was the only situation where Tianyan Daozi hesitated a few times. Yang Jian frowned slightly, but didn't say much, just stared at Tianyan Daozi firmly.

Eyes have answered everything.

"All right, I'll take you there."

Daozi Tianyan waved his sleeves, and the Chaos Clock rose suddenly, swallowing the two of them in a blink of an eye.

With a flash of light, the aura of the two disappeared in the prehistoric.

Using the chaotic clock as a boat, going up the long river against the years, Yang Jian has no intention of watching the evolution of the prehistoric and the strange scenery everywhere, but is just thinking about the artistic conception of Tianyan Daozi's words.

Soon, the chaotic clock stopped, and Tianyan Daozi and Yang Jian looked down through the swollen wall. In a wave of the long river of time, there was a dark era when the world was just opened.

"This wave can only enter once," Tian Yan Daozi said in a low voice, pointing his finger at the wave that exploded below, the chaotic clock turned into a ray of gray light, and disappeared in a flash.

After a while, Yang Jian felt that he had stepped on the ground.

Daozi Tianyan raised his hand to emit starlight, and Yang Jian looked around with his spiritual sense, and immediately saw the appearance of the sky and the earth.

There are no stars in the long night, and the sun and the moon do not make life.

The sky and the earth are just the sky and the earth. There is a broken formation in the sky, and there are incompletes that are slowly closing everywhere.

The earth was devastated, and only a few weak creatures survived.

The chaotic Tao is gradually coming together, everything seems to be accumulating strength for the glorious world in the future, but Yang Jian feels the sorrow circulating between heaven and earth.

Daozi Tianyan said in a low voice: "Follow me. At this time, the strongest has just been defeated. There are very few creatures left in the prehistoric world."

Immortal light shone everywhere, Tianyan Daozi took Yang Jian directly to the top of a high mountain.

Many figures gathered around, most of them were breathless, and these people saluted Tianyan Daozi, obviously Tianyan Daozi had been to the previous era and had intersected with them.

In front of the cave entrance, several men and women stopped Tianyan Daozi, Tianyan Daozi said in a low voice: "Where is the disk?"

The eyes of several people turned red immediately, and the surroundings heard the sound of wailing.

Yang Jian's heart tightened inexplicably.