The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In other words, even if Yang Jian continued to harass him, he couldn't prevent Xu Mo from recovering from his injuries.

Even if he fights life and death here, he can only barely delay.

The fact is right in front of his eyes, Yang Jian can decide whether the other party is deceiving his eyesight, and he can also feel the Dao carried on the pagoda.

The avenue is manifested, the way is complete, and the symbol of the peak of the saint.

For this almost broken avenue, Yang Jian is more interested in the undisclosed avenue behind the pagoda.

Suddenly using extreme speed, the spear once again cut across a bright arc of light, and slashed towards Xu Mo.

The corner of Xu Mo's mouth twitched slightly, he disappeared from the pagoda, retreated again, and said again: "Would you still waste your energy when you know it's useless?"

"If you don't try, you won't know it's useless; how can you kill you without any effort?" Yang Jian said leisurely, the attack fell through, holding the spear in his right hand, he assumed a forward posture, exhaled slowly, and his Dao heart became stable again.

Yang Jian said indifferently: "Back then, Pan Shen could smash your way to pieces. I can't lose the face of my patriarch, and I can't be worse than him."

There was a bit of anger on Xu Mo's face, but Yang Jian rushed forward again.

With a cold snort, Xu Mo raised his palm and attacked forcefully.

In fact, he was also a little jealous of Yang Jian, and he couldn't let Yang Jian and Yun Xiao form a combined attack on him, otherwise he would have turned around to chase Yun Xiao, and he would not have fought this hard rock with Yang Jian to this point.

The war broke out again, and after half a year of calm in the sea of ​​Dao Ze, it fell into turmoil again.

Even if it is hard to tell the outcome, even if he knows that he is fighting to the death, he can only delay the opponent's recovery, but Yang Jian still wants to fight, and he still has to fight against Xu Mo non-stop.

Only in this way, he will have more chances to withstand Xu Mo's offensive after Xu Mo's injury heals.

Only in this way can Yang Jian sharpen himself, and let Bajiu Xuangong find the first line of breakthrough under the pressure of the most powerful person...

He also wanted a place to test his sword, but unfortunately there was only this extremely dangerous sharpening stone.

"Tsk."

Outside the city of Xuandu, the ruins of the Black Spirit Kingdom, in the mustard universe.

Xuan Du, who was sleeping, let out a soft sound, with a somewhat disgusted and helpless expression on his face, but he soon returned to his sleeping state, snoring continuously.

He seemed to have seen a scene that disappointed him. In the deepest part of his altar, the reflection in the small pool was no longer Yun Xiao fighting against the subordinates of the most powerful man, but a scene that flowed rapidly.

From the prehistoric land and the incomplete Netherworld, he quickly transferred to the inside and outside of Xuandu City, and kept switching between various places in the Chaos Sea...

Xuandu's dream body, the handsome young man who had been guarding Yunxiao's side, was flickering all over the chaotic sea at this time, silently, without any fluctuation left.

He seems to be looking for something.

In fact, just a moment ago, he sensed a familiar aura trying to approach Yunxiao, and then revealed his own aura, scaring him away.

Finally, the young man returned to his original position, 90,000 miles away, watching Yun Xiao and Xu Mo's men fight.

This sharp-edged young man who was more than ten times handsomer than when he was awake touched his chin, and muttered impatiently: "This time, let him run away again. It will be a bit troublesome if we send the news to the other side."

Then he looked at Yun Xiao, who was fighting over there, with a little more tenderness in his eyes.

This damn smile is actually so sweet.

Back then, when Xuandu first mastered the supernatural power of the dream, Xuandu put a lot of effort into the appearance of his dream body, and then used this body to travel through thousands of worlds, going through countless tribulations and obtaining countless opportunities.

But Xuandu's true body is still the head disciple of the Taoist sect.

The thousands of great worlds he has experienced are just a few yuanhui in which his real body has fallen asleep; sometimes it is a big dream, in which hundreds of thousands of years have been experienced in the dream, and when he wakes up, only a few hours have passed.

Finally, once he fell into a deep sleep for a thousand years, and had a dream once in a thousand years. In his dream, he experienced an incomparably brilliant world of cultivation, and saw this world burnt in the fire of heaven with his own eyes.

Even the destruction of this great world still has the power of his dream body.

That great world is called Taichu, and later generations call it the "Post-Taichu Realm".

There are countless dao names in his dream body, and in the early days, his name was 'Meng Luo', which is a homophony of 'Meng Luo'.

'Meng Luo' looked down at his palm, there was a plum blossom in the middle of his white, tender and slender palm like a woman's, with six petals, six colors, six spirits in the palm...

"It can be delayed for a while. After all, there is a variable like Yang Jian. Maybe we can grasp the last chance."

In his sleep, Xuandu's face was helpless and lonely.

Is this retribution?

Who knew that the unscrupulousness and self-indulgence in the dream could plant such a bitter fruit today; but then again, what could be changed by him alone?

At that time, there were nine big stars, suppressed on the ancient and boundless land in the late period of the early days, all living beings died, all saints died, all spirits returned to nothingness, and the world collapsed in an instant.

The dream body named Meng Luo is not the most dazzling three, the gap is so sharp...

"Sister, what did you do with the power of all beings? Is it really to resurrect the eternal God Lord? Why can't I believe it..."

The young man clenched his fists slowly, a little bit of bitterness flashed across his eyes, then he sighed lightly, and dispersed himself.

As if it never existed, and as if it never existed.

Among the reeds, Master Xuandu sat up, yawned and stretched, stared out of the window in a daze for a while, then touched the lip marks left on his neck and smiled lightly.

"No wonder this guy Yang Jian hangs out with his wives all day long... Tsk, my junior sister just happened to go to fight, so I don't know what Senior Xue Ling is up to right now."

Smacking his lips, the great Taoist disciple stood up, put on his Taoist robe, and Shi Shi ran out of this place on a cloud, heading for Xuandu City not far away.

...

The underground of Nanbuzhou, the edge of the existing Netherworld.

The original Buddhist environment seemed extremely crowded, but the golden pagoda where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva resided was still there. When Nanfangbuzhou retreated, it was also moved to the underground of Nanfangbuzhou, facing the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

On the top floor of the golden pagoda, the young monk in white opened his eyes, the brown light in his eyes quickly dissipated, but there were a few bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Bodhisattva, who scared you so much?" Di Ting asked from the sidelines, with an uncontrollable smile in his words.

The young monk in white shook his head solemnly, his eyes revealing a look of reminiscence.

"It's him? Why is he here? Could it be that some adults are still worried about me, so they sent him here?"

The listener didn't say much, but the little monk in white sat there thinking for a while, then laughed lightly, got up and walked to the window, staring at the glittering golden sky and listening to the chanting Zen sounds floating around outside the golden pagoda.

"This drama is getting more and more interesting. There are already three people gathered here. Could it be possible to invite the fourth Xeon to come at the same time?"

Listen to the reminder: "Bodhisattva, be careful with your words."

The little monk in white turned his head slightly, watched Di Ting for a while from the corner of his eyes, then put his hands together, with a slight smile on his mouth, and sang a Buddhist name.

That smile is a little creepy.

"Where is the truth?"

The divine beast stood up and walked slowly to the window. The little monk in white jumped on its back. The divine beast's four hooves were filled with clouds and mist, and it flew out of the golden pagoda with the monk in white.

All of a sudden, there were kneeling and worshiping figures everywhere in the Buddhist realm.

Truth listened and asked, "Bodhisattva, where are you going?"

Ksitigarbha King said softly: "Go and visit the two saints and empresses, and ask about the follow-up war of the Great Desolation."

"Yes." Di Ting replied, and flew towards Fengdu City, which was tens of thousands of miles away.

Just a moment later, when the Divine Beast flew to Fengdu City, three Yan Jun from the Ten Halls went out to greet them, and went to inform the Empress Dowager of the Great Virtue.

In order to cover the retreat of the underworld, nearly half of the Buddhist soldiers were lost in the Buddhist realm, and the masters above Da Luo also suffered heavy casualties.

Now that the Ksitigarbha King is here, it is still to discuss the great affairs of the prehistoric times, and the Empress Dowager cannot avoid seeing him.

The two saints and empresses are sitting in the hall, with two layers of curtains hanging in front of them, the saint's demeanor cannot be easily revealed.

In fact, the so-called major events are nothing more than Ksitigarbha King asking what to do next.

Seeing Houtu and Nuwa, the two saints and empresses, Ksitigarbha looked up after sitting in the Buddhist ceremony, and Houtu ordered people to move seats.

Ksitigarbha pondered a few times, appropriately showing a little bewilderment and worry about the future of Honghuang, which perfectly matched his cultivation level and his identity in Buddhism revealed at this time.

Di Ting lay behind Ksitigarbha, flicking his tail lazily.

"You two ladies, I have no intention of cultivating recently, I just came to ask, I don't know when we can counterattack..."

"It's too early to counterattack," Houtu said softly, "Now all the monks in the wild are exhausted. After a long battle, they should rest and improve their realm."

Nu Wa also said: "Fellow Daoist, don't worry, Fellow Daoist Sanqing has already made a comprehensive plan, and we will definitely be able to regain the land of Wubuzhou."

"Oh?" The Ksitigarbha King showed a little joy, and hurriedly asked: "I don't know what kind of calculation it is, can you explain it to the little monk? It's okay if you can't say it, the little monk is just a little happy in his heart, and he doesn't need to know about it, he just needs to wait for the holy order."

The two sages and empresses looked at each other for the purpose of stabilizing the Buddhist realm. Empress Nuwa then said, "Only a few fellow Taoists know about the specific calculations, and we only heard a rough idea from them. For example, the place where the sword is tested is said to have achieved good results."

A place to try swords?

Ksitigarbha laughed and said, "A place to try swords? What kind of place is this?"

Houtu said: "Buddhism also has disciples practicing in the place where the sword is tested. Doesn't the Ksitigarbha know?"

"This, I have never heard the World Honored One mention it."

"That's actually just to help the rising stars of the prehistoric world to practice, and to borrow the mystery of the Chaos Clock to give them more time to improve themselves and deal with the future war."

Hou Tu paused for a while, and there was an inexplicable cloud in his heart, as if there was something inappropriate about what he just said.

"The sage considers Zhou Xiang really," Ksitigarbha said with a smile, "If there is a chance, I would like to go there to experience it, but the things in the Buddha's realm are complicated, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it."

"Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha's Dharma is profound, and I'm afraid it's hard to gain anything if you go to the place where you try your sword," Nuwa Empress said, "That's just a place for all disciples to improve their cultivation."

Ksitigarbha nodded with a smile, and diverted the topic to the side.

After exchanging some pleasantries and talking for a while, Ksitigarbha got up to leave, and the two saints and empresses also sealed the hall with a large array, and continued to practice in seclusion as before.

Di Ting flew slowly against the low sky of the underworld, and the Ksitigarbha sat cross-legged on the back of the beast, his eyes revealing a bit of amusement.

"A place to try swords? It sounds interesting. I'll have to see it some other day."

"Bodhisattva, don't walk around, for fear of exposing yourself."

"The cultivation base has been restored to 10%, what fear do I have in this world?"

"Yang Jian." Di Ting spat out these two simple words.

"Okay, I will continue to stay here to practice, this Xu Mo is really like a waste, it is really annoying."

The little monk in white snorted softly, and did not hide the contempt on his face at all, but when he thought of the battle between Yang Jian and Xu Mo that he had seen in the fugue, the corner of his mouth could not help twitching slightly...