The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Have you ever found it?"

"No... I have searched hundreds of thousands of miles around, and the disappearance of these two beams is too strange."

In the depths of the Chaos Sea, not far away from the sphere of influence of the Black Spirit Nation, two figures in Taoist robes stood side by side.

The person on the left has the face of a young man crowned with jade, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, and his body is like a sharp sword in its sheath, which can be unsheathed at any time to cut off the universe. He is the leader of Tongtian.

On the side of Master Tongtian, the Taoists in sky-blue robes naturally rushed out together to chase the real Yuding who shot down the two bloody lights from Beihai before.

The jade cauldron was shaken casually, and the chaotic atmosphere in front of it was blown away in an instant, and the universe was folded in all directions like sea water, revealing the sea of ​​inner principles.

No difference.

Master Tongtian said: "Eldest brother has deduced the timing for the strongest to act. It seems to be after the catastrophe of Journey to the West. It is estimated that it will not be more than ten years. At this time, something strange happened in Beihai. It must be to summon the army of monks left after the destruction of Taisu. But the blood disappeared here, and there is no abnormality here... It seems unreasonable."

"One million miles ahead is a barrier of the Chaos Sea, which was drawn out by the strongest in the beginning," Yuding kept counting with his fingers, "We can't break through the barrier in front of us, these strongest people may have a way."

"Fellow Daoist, are you implying that those large armies are hiding outside the barriers of the Chaos Sea?"

"It should be so," Yu Ding and Tongtian Cult Master looked at each other, and the figures of the two disappeared in a flash, appearing in front of the invisible barrier they mentioned just now.

Dubi's name, the two did not dare to mention it casually, this is regarded as respect for Dubi, the strongest man in the beginning.

Unwillingly, the two big brothers tried for a while before the barrier of heaven and earth, and found that even if they worked together, they could not break through half a step.

Back then, Dubi cut off the prehistoric world with his sword. His original intention was to stop the remnants of the eternal kingdom of God.

It's a pity that the great world created by Dubi is still being destroyed by the strongest...

"Forget it, let's go back and discuss."

Master Tongtian sighed, somewhat dejected.

Daoist Yuding on the side also nodded slightly, and the figures of the two flashed, and the two rays of light disappeared here.

"Wait."

The voice of Yuding came from the void, and two figures stopped on the capital of Hei Ling Kingdom one after the other.

Yu Ding thought for a while, and took a small green tripod in his hand, and dao brilliance bloomed on the tripod, and these lights turned into a big net in the blink of an eye, enveloping the entire Hei Ling Kingdom.

The most frightening thing is that there are so many masters gathered in the capital of Hei Ling Kingdom at this time, but no one can detect Yuding's method...

"Let's go."

Master Tongtian said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, are you worried that the other party will attack this place while he is in prehistoric times?"

"I'm just worried about the safety of Yang Jian's mother," Yu Ding shook his head. As a master, he naturally knew Yang Jian's weakness.

The leader of Tongtian Sect smiled, and didn't say much. The two drove their way, broke through the sea of ​​chaos in the blink of an eye, and returned to the prehistoric.

When the two of them returned to the Misty Da Luotian, the other four saints also returned one after another.

Laozi and Tianyan Daozi who went to check the situation in Youmingjian had gloomy expressions, while Yuanshi Tianzun and Jieying, who were in charge of stabilizing the morale of the prehistoric army, had normal expressions.

Master Tongtian couldn't help asking: "How is the Nether Stream?"

"The barrier outside the Nether Stream has risen to the surface of the sea, and the Dao rhyme emanating from it is a bit stronger," Daozi Tianyan sighed softly, "It seems that the strongest man has recovered from his injuries, and even if he hasn't recovered, it's because of his ability to destroy the prehistoric world in one fell swoop."

Master Tongtian said with a smile: "The catastrophe should come, and it will come. Let's do our best to deal with it."

Lao Tzu said: "There are endless creatures in the prehistoric world, but you can't use the word 'do your best'. How about tracing, fellow Taoists?"

At that moment, Master Tongtian chased them to the barrier of heaven and earth and cut off the trace of blood. The saints pondered a few times, and the atmosphere here was somewhat dignified.

Master Yuding said: "Why don't you ask my disciple."

"That's right, maybe he knows something," Master Tongtian laughed, "It's thanks to the reincarnation of him, an ancient sage, that we can be so calm now."

"It would not be beautiful to disturb his retreat."

"Let me see," Tianyan Daozi flipped his left hand, and the situation inside the Chaos Clock appeared, but he saw Yang Jian standing there with his chin in a daze, which seemed quite boring.

This is obviously because the practice has encountered obstacles, and interruptions are interruptions.

Yang Jian was sitting there deducing the mysteries of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu, and the flow of time around him suddenly accelerated unconsciously, which also made him feel a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he looked up, several saints stood in front of him, but he didn't know when the Chaos Clock had come out.

Yuanshi Tianzun said with a smile: "Why, did you encounter obstacles in your practice?"

"Yes, master," Yang Jian stood up and bowed to several saints.

Although as long as he wants, he can become a saint at any time with the undefeated golden body, but at this time, he is only a step away from trying to hit the strongest realm, and he is really unwilling.

A saint or something, still can't resist the attack of the strongest.

"There is something I need to ask you," Master Yuding told Yang Jian about the two bloody flashes before, Yang Jian frowned and thought for a while after listening.

The blood light disappeared in the barrier of heaven and earth far away from the prehistoric...

Yang Jian said: "This is very likely to send a message to the strongest in the Eternal Kingdom of God."

Yuanshi Tianzun asked: "Oh? You mean, the most powerful people who destroyed Taichu and Taiji, but did not show up when they destroyed Taisu, all went to the other side of the barrier of heaven and earth?"

"It should be like this, otherwise it can't explain why they still didn't show up to help the ninth strongest when they failed to win the Taisu battle."

Yang Jian started pacing back and forth while thinking about it, struggling to organize his words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start with some words.

How to explain 'spatial dimension'?

Back then, Dubi destroyed the Eternal Kingdom of God, freed the True Spirit from the imprisonment of the Eternal God Kingdom, and made the river of True Spirit flow again, and then cut off the Chaos Sea with his great supernatural powers, cutting down with a knife, but cut out barriers in all directions...

This seems to be difficult to understand. It is difficult for ordinary experts to figure out how Dubi did it.

But Yang Jian had a flash of inspiration when he was retreating in Jinquan, and he figured out why Du Bizhi could cut a spherical enchantment with a single knife, giving countless true spirits a place to multiply.

It's very simple, the place where you can intuitively see the Long River of True Spirits should be one or several dimensions higher than the Chaos Sea and the Great Desolation.

When Dubi made a slash in the 'high-dimensional space', he directly cut out a huge cavity in the original chaotic sea.

What's more, in the eyes of powerhouses like Dubi and the Lord of the Eternal Kingdom of God, the visible world is just an infinitely extending land, which is beyond the level of saints and ordinary powerhouses.

Of course, Yang Jian couldn't explain this clearly to any monk, even to his master Yuding.

This kind of explanation is just an analogy. How should I explain it in the words of a monk? Is that a higher level of heaven and earth? It can only make people more and more confused.

After being sanctified, or with the help of some holy artifacts, monks can find the river of true spirits, or the river of time.

After thinking about it, Yang Jian could only say: "The strongest man should have sent the message back to the end of the river of true spirits. Maybe it was to ask for help, or maybe it was to tell other strong men that he was going to clear up the prehistoric time."

Lao Tzu said "good" slowly, and the leading Taoist also said: "This statement is very reasonable."

Yang Jian pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered the passage at the undead volcano, and then said: "After the destruction of Taishi and Taishi, these powerful people should have found a way to return to the eternal kingdom of God, but it is easy to go back, and it should be quite difficult to come back. Of course, this is just my guess."

Yuanshi Tianzun also said: "This speculation is not bad. The more prepared the other party is, the more it shows that they are not fully sure of conquering the flood. It's just a reminder to you and me."

"Master Zu means that there may be remnants of the most powerful people in the Chaos Sea?"

"That's right, if the most powerful can't easily return from the Eternal Kingdom of God, then the army of monks they led back then would not be able to leave the current realm easily." Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes flashed two sharp lights, "Perhaps, we should devote some effort to search the Chaos Sea carefully."

The real Yuding said: "Although you can come and go as you want to control the Dao, but it is not easy to find out the Chaos Sea."

"Yang Jian, you should go back to practice first," Yuanshi Tianzun said softly, "Leave this matter to us old bones."

Although Yang Jian was a little embarrassed, he could only make a salute, turned around and was about to fly back to the Chaos Clock.

"Wait," Master Yuding suddenly called out to Yang Jian, holding a small blue tripod in his hand, which was exactly the same as the green tripod placed in Hei Lingguo.

The Jade Cauldron Master said: "This is a bit of supernatural power that I realized after I became a teacher. If you need to return to the Black Spirit Nation in an emergency, you only need to use this tripod. Even if the Black Spirit Nation is banned from heaven and earth, you can still return immediately."

Yang Jian couldn't help smiling, hugged Xiao Ding over, wiped it twice and put it in Xuangui's belt.

"Thank you, Master."

"Go."

"Hey," Yang Jian responded, turned around and flew back to the Chaos Clock, continuing the previous entanglement.

As for what those two bloody lights were, Yang Jian actually guessed pretty closely.

After Yang Jian retreated, several saints discussed it, and Tianyan Daozi, Yuding Daoist and Master Tongtian left Daluotian again and escaped into the sea of ​​chaos.

The three saints have been away for three to five years, but the result is still unsatisfactory.

In the prehistoric times, Journey to the West suffered disasters one after another, step by step, as if it had become a farce to adjust the mood of the prehistoric people before the real catastrophe came.

As for the land of the North Sea, as the black air became thicker and the miasma was pushed further away, the heavenly army stationed here could only keep retreating.

The Heavenly Court army seems to have no choice but to defend.

One day, the roar of ferocious beasts continued to be heard in the Nether Stream, and the young Taoist, who was sleeping soundly on a piece of black ice in the North Sea, frowned and opened his eyes.

"Noisy!"

Master Xuandu scolded angrily, sat in the ice nest for a while, and then stretched his waist with a yawn.

"Tsk, this little bastard is almost healed? It's really fast... so fast..."

Not knowing what to think of, Xuandu frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Forget it, let's help Yang Jian, that brat."

After the words fell, Xuandu yawned again, stretched firmly, and lay down lazily on his side again, propping his head with one hand, his posture was wild, but there was an unspeakable rhyme.

"The side door and heresy should make things happen, and the centuries-old things will come to a dream."

After murmuring twice, his eyelids slowly dropped, and an inexplicable and obscure dao rhyme flashed around him for a moment.

At the same time, within the Chaos Clock, Yang Jian, whose eyes flowed a thousand times faster, also had heavy eyelids, falling into a dream for some reason...