The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Before arriving at Wuzhi Mountain, Xuanzang really suffered a lot.

The poor mountains and rivers escaped from the guards, and the beasts in the mountains swallowed the entourage. Surrounded by the Buddha's light, he took his luggage and rode the white horse, and staggered all the way to Wuzhi Mountain.

In the eyes of Buddhist masters, this elder brother Yudi is not at all abnormal, and what he has shown is all the conduct that is in line with Jin Chanzi's identity.

On Wuzhi Mountain, under the guidance of the spirits in the mountain, Xuanzang finally saw Wukong who was trapped under the mountain.

In fact, there was no special artistic conception in that meeting, Monkey King hurriedly shouted: "Are you a learner from the East?"

"Si Shi, I don't know why Your Majesty was trapped in the mountains."

"I'll talk about gossip later, bald donkey! Cough, monk! Go and help me pick up the talisman on the mountain, and I'll come out and treat you as my master! Escort you to Lingshan to learn scriptures!"

Xuanzang was not angry at all, he chanted a Buddhist name, took off his cassock, rolled up his sleeves and trousers, and immediately began to climb.

These five hundred years have been endured, but Sun Wukong is extremely difficult at this time.

Finally, after half a day, Xuanzang climbed up to the shining golden Buddha seal, raised his hand to uncover the Buddha seal, and Wuzhishan trembled suddenly.

At that moment, the Buddhist masters hiding in the dark were all focused and calm, staring at the abnormal movement of Wuzhi Mountain.

If Sun Wukong is 'stubborn' and can't wait to get out of trouble at this time, it proves that his vicious nature has not been cured, and they have to protect Xuanzang to retreat completely, and then find another strategy.

But what made these Buddhist masters a little relieved was that Wuzhishan immediately became quiet after trembling.

Sun Wukong suppressed his excitement, and shouted loudly: "Master! You move away from the place first! My old grandson is about to come out! The movement will be a little louder, don't hurt your mortal body!"

Xuanzang immediately walked to the side, and walked several hundred feet in a dull manner, only to hear the monkey shout again.

"Enough is enough! Master, you just hide behind the rock in front!"

Xuanzang didn't speak, and hid himself profusely in sweat. Sun Wukong exerted his strength instantly, and Wuzhishan made a roar, and the monkey rushed out of the mountain!

Suddenly, the ground shook for hundreds of miles, and the rocks on Wuzhi Mountain collapsed and flew; Xuanzang couldn't stand still, so he quickly held on to the big rock, and there was a loud crashing sound.

Faintly, Xuanzang saw a figure rushing past in the sky, and then turned back.

But Monkey King is constantly displaying the supernatural powers of somersaulting clouds, flying around in the sky and on the ground.

In just a few moments, Monkey King flew to Huaguo Mountain, saw the monkey grandson in the mountain, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and then quickly returned to Wuzhi Mountain, landed in front of Xuanzang, put his hands together, and knelt down on the ground.

"Disciple Sun Wukong, pay homage to Master!"

When all the Buddhist masters secretly celebrated Sun Wukong's behavior, no one noticed the playfulness and indifference in Xuanzang's eyes...

With the protection of the monkey, what Xuanzang had to bear on the next journey was actually nothing more than the suffering of traveling.

Journey to the West is just a play, originally performed by the four apprentices and the ghosts and goblins along the way; now, perhaps Xuanzang, who was supposed to be in the play, seems to... have better acting skills.

The two masters and apprentices continued westward, protected in secret by Buddhist masters and a group of celestial generals sent by the Heavenly Court, and protected by a physical practitioner like Monkey King with extraordinary combat power. It would be really strange if something happened along the way.

Yang Jian was not here, so naturally he couldn't see Monkey King after he got out of trouble.

This spirit monkey seemed to have become much gentler, with a smile that never left his mouth, but from time to time he would show a little ferocity.

The monkey's demeanor is calmer, and he seems to have a bit of a city; his cultivation does not seem to have improved much, but he has been suppressed by Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years, and Monkey King has accumulated a lot of insights on the road of cultivation.

Yang Jian's worry didn't happen, and the monkey's strength didn't regress, but took a few steps forward.

There is the last shackle of heaven and earth in the body, and the Bajiu Xuangong has reached the seventh peak, because the monkey's true spirit is born directly from the virtual spirit, and it will be perfected by itself in the return realm. As long as the monkey is willing, it can form a preliminary Xuanhuang immortal body at any time.

The monkey travels west this way, and the luck of heaven and earth is added to his body, so the harvest will be extraordinary.

When he arrives at Lingshan and accepts the rewards of Buddhism and Heaven, he will be able to directly open the last shackle in his body, and become another physical practitioner besides Yang Jian who has the strength to fight against virtuous saints.

At that time, it will be the moment when monkeys can really shine in the world.

The road ahead is long, but in fact, it is only a few decades;

According to the calculation of the sage, the end of Journey to the West may be the beginning of another catastrophe. As for the relationship between Journey to the West and another catastrophe, no one knows and can only wait for the answer.

More than ten years, short is not too short, at least enough for all parties to make arrangements that can be made.

The expedition army of the Black Spirit Nation began to gather gradually, and more and more spiritual masters were placed outside the prehistoric desolation. When something happened to the prehistoric desolation, they would immediately rush into the prehistoric desolate and fight side by side with the prehistoric monks.

The immortal generals above the Golden Fairyland of Chaotian Pavilion also began to gather in the nearest Great Thousand Worlds in the Wubu Continent, ready to respond to the Heavenly Court and Heavenly Soldiers.

Once a war breaks out, both the Black Spirit Nation and the Heavenly Court will be able to ensure that there will be a steady stream of reinforcements coming from everywhere, ensuring that the combat power under the Saint Realm is equal to or even has an advantage.

But these are just the basics.

What really determines the outcome of the battle is the fight of the top few masters.

In the prehistoric world, the master who has attracted much attention is naturally Yang Jian, Erlang Zhenjun, whose record of beheading two Dao sages is enough to be remembered by the prehistoric monks.

Then there are the two great saints, Tianyan Daozi and Yuding Daoist, as well as the "veteran" saints, Sanqing, Jieyin, Nuwa Empress, and Houtu Empress who guards the netherworld...

Yang Jian, the judicial god, disappeared at this time, which made people somewhat uneasy.

In addition to Yang Jian, there are many masters under the saint, but only a few of them can use magical powers or treasures to have the combat power to threaten the great saint.

The three masters of the three teachings of Taoism, Guangchengzi, Master Xuandu, Daoist Duobao, and a few saints who have personally taught them, and more than a dozen ancient powers who have survived since ancient times and have real holy artifacts...

From this point of view, the combat power of Hong Huang's side does not seem to be weak.

However, if one could know how much combat power the Taisu Realm had at the peak of its prosperity, one would definitely be a little more worried about the future of the prehistoric world.

This kind of combat power is far from enough, definitely not enough compared to the strength displayed by the most powerful man when he destroyed Tai Su...

"Huh? What time is it?"

In the prehistoric void, a figure slowly appeared, and it was naturally Yang Jian who had been comprehending the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu here.

He unfolded his spiritual consciousness, and immediately saw Monkey King and Xuanzang walking on the road to the sky in Nanzhou, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

This monkey finally came out.

"That's Xuanzang? It's a bit different from Jin Chanzi's face, and he's more handsome this time," Yang Jian pondered for a few words, seeing that the horse seemed to be transformed by a white dragon, he knew that they had passed Yingshoujian.

After staring at it for a while, Yang Jian withdrew his consciousness.

Watching or not watching, Yang Jian knows where they are going, what monsters and ghosts they encounter, how many times they have survived and escaped danger... so why bother.

What's more, Yang Jian felt a little weird in his heart when he heard the monkey calling that little buddhist monk one by one...

Immediately began to understand the advancement of the Eighty Nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

God Pangu's advice is better than Yang Jian's ten thousand years of hard work and enlightenment. At this time, the eighth level of Bajiu Xuan Gong has reached the perfect place, and the next step is to start thinking about how to break through the "limit" of the eighth level.

This level is quite difficult, and it is not easy.

Regrettably, Yang Jian also failed to obtain the ninth chapter of the Bajiu Xuangong from Pangu God. At this time, he still had to rely on the eighth level to break through the limit and reach the realm of Dzogchen, in order to push the Bajiu Xuangong to the brink of sanctification.

"It would be great if there was a ninth mental method, that would be an extra layer of protection, and now we can try to see if the two methods can be established at the same time."

Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart, and then felt that he was somewhat greedy.

Forget it, it was thanks to God Pangu that he made such a breakthrough. For the next road, he had to cross the river by feeling the stones by himself.

Suddenly, Yang Jian felt a chilling atmosphere in the world.

Although he doesn't know how to calculate, he knows how to watch.

Looking to the north, one can see billowing evil energy condensed into an incomparably huge black dragon, already covering the sky and blotting out the sun, as if swallowing up the prehistoric world.

"I'm afraid the catastrophe is not far away."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and then went to see some saints.

This time he didn't delay anything, and directly asked Tianyan Daozi to use the Chaos Clock to slow down the passage of time by a thousand times, and slowly pondered the eighth stage of the Eighth Nine Mysterious Kungfu to break through the limit and become a saint.

Before he was sanctified, he felt something in himself, and when Yang Jian retreated this time, the mysterious feeling was very obvious.

When Yang Jian entered the Chaos Clock, he felt the eyes of the saints on him, and the eyes were full of anticipation and urgency.

It was one of the few times that Yang Jian felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

You can't always wait until the front line to explode, and you can't drag the situation into the most critical moment every time before finding a way to reverse it...

"Master," Yang Jian's voice came from within the Chaos Clock, and the real Yuding who had been silent by the side immediately stepped out of the Chaos Clock.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Jian said: "Please trouble Master to go to this place in the Chaos Sea, and invite Senior Mirage Dragon back to Honghuang to sit in command."

"Good," Daoist Yuding nodded in response, and his figure disappeared in a flash. There was no need to look at the location of the mirage dragon that Yang Jian laboriously presented outside the chaotic clock.

"Retreat with peace of mind," Yuanshi Tianzun said, "Don't worry about other things."

"Yes, disciple understands."

Yang Jian responded within the chaotic clock, and then slowly closed his eyes to realize his own profound art.

The way of eighty-nine, the body of immortality.

If you can become holy at the same time, why be afraid of thousands of armies of foreign demons?

But this road is too difficult after all, not easy after all.

'Dubi, if you were here, would you laugh at my embarrassment...'