The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Xu Mo is only the ninth strongest, the weakest of the nine strongest.

No matter how big Yang Jian's heart is, as long as he thinks about it, he will be so oppressed that he can't breathe.

Only by confronting the most powerful people head-on can we know how terrifying this kind of guy who has jumped out of the shackles of the Dao is, how powerful his mana is, how strange his supernatural powers are, and he can't be beaten or killed...

If the remaining Xeons are all at the same level as Xu Mo, if two people jump out at the same time, the Honghuang at this time will definitely not be able to support it.

If there are really nine supreme powers in the sky, all things will be annihilated and there will be no luck.

The hundreds of sages in Taishi were pushed and wiped out by the nine powerhouses, not to mention the previous post-Taichu era, which was said to be close to the level of the eternal kingdom of God, and was directly annihilated by these nine powerhouses.

Compared with these great worlds before Honghuang... it can only be said that one generation is not as good as one generation.

The only one who can stop these powerhouses seems to be Yang Jian himself.

why?

Yang Jian smiled wryly, because he is Dubi's reincarnation, this matter should not be wrong, whether it is the evidence of a scrap of weapons left by Dubi, or the remnant soul of the previous life that Yang Jian recruited in Returning to Hongjing, or he has mastered the profound meaning of the supernatural power of "stacking force" without comprehending practice.

As a result, Yang Jian began to think about another question.

Whether Xu Mo can kill him, or whether it is the best choice to kill Xu Mo at this time.

If Xu Mo dies, it is likely to directly lead to stronger Xeons; if Xu Mo is still alive, Honghuang continues to accumulate strength when it seems to be retreating steadily...

"It's a good idea, but it's impossible to operate."

Yang Jian sat in the starry sky with his chin resting on his back, his eyes showed a little thought, he just stood there quietly in a daze, allowing the mysterious body to recover on its own.

Outside the city of Xuandu, in the mustard universe hidden in the ruins of the Black Spirit Kingdom, two figures nestled on the soft bed, but they were both fast asleep.

The two didn't do anything out of the ordinary, at least their respective Taoist bodies were complete without any damage; but their faces were flushed slightly in their sleep, and their bodies also appeared a little strange, and they gradually embraced each other even more indistinguishable from each other.

Their meeting was naturally in a dream.

In the dream where the two were connected, at this time they were in a pavilion on the fairy platform, just after the rain was resting, embracing each other and watching the sunset in the western sky.

The color of the sky and the sea changes gradually, and the fairy wind is intoxicating and warm.

"Luo, can Yang Jian really become Xeon?"

"Of course I can, otherwise, what am I fussing about now?"

His face was several times more handsome than his body, and he smiled with a bit of a bad, a bit evil young man. His fingers twitched lightly on the skin of the silver-haired woman in his arms, "What made me decide to stand on the side of Hong Huang was actually the potential he showed."

The silver-haired woman's eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yun Xiao's, and her eyes were somewhat lazy and bewildered.

Such a woman is really beyond the control of ordinary men.

"But didn't you say that the people above you are the most terrifying existence?"

"I searched for every ten thousand years after Taishi, but I didn't find any trace of them," Meng Luo said softly. "It is very likely that after the destruction of Taishi, I woke up, Meng Luo disappeared, and the few of them returned to the other side of the barrier of chaos."

"Eternal Kingdom of God?"

"Well, big sister and the others...it turns out that they are not good people, and of course I wasn't one either."

The silver-haired woman chuckled, and said in a low voice: "You are not right now, you are very bad, and you want to play with everyone in the applause."

"No way," Meng Luo smiled wryly, "I really can't explain it to them. I can't just stand up and say-hey, friends of the Taoist sect, I am Meng Luo, the fourth strongest, because I was the first disciple of the Taoist sect when I was awake, so I have to protect the prehistoric world now!"

She looked up at the person she fell in love with, and said with a light smile, "Isn't that good?"

"It's too shameful, and it's too troublesome, and it's not easy at all."

Meng Luo smacked his lips, his demeanor and eyes were the same as when he was awake.

No matter how the skin changes, whether in the dream or not, the temperament is always the same.

"Then why did you hang out with them back then?" The silver-haired woman said coquettishly, "But you fell in love with your eldest sister?"

"Hey, don't tell me, Eldest Sister is the most perfect woman I have ever seen in countless dreams," Meng Luo's eyes were a little blurred when he spoke, and when he saw the silver-haired woman's stern face, he immediately apologized, "But I have always only respected Eldest Sister, and I was really moved by you. We have stayed together for tens of yuan, and we have long been indistinguishable from each other. Don't be so stingy."

"Hmph, do you really think I don't know about your relationship with Xue Ling?"

"Eh……"

"You men really don't have many people who can concentrate on women. Yang Jian is a flirt, and so are you," the silver-haired woman rolled her eyes. Although she complained, she didn't push his arm away.

At their level, what they care about is not these anymore.

The most difficult thing is the constant company in the long years, and the least is the comfort that each other can give each other when they are alone.

"If Xumo is dead, will the most powerful people who rank ahead of you return here?"

"I don't know," Xuandu shook his head slowly, and then showed a look of reminiscence, "I seem to have heard them mention that it is easy to go back to the Eternal Kingdom of God, but if you want to come back, you have to pay a big price. After all, that barrier of heaven and earth was originally set up by the Great God Dubi to stop the remnants of the Eternal Kingdom of God."

The silver-haired woman said: "Unfortunately, I couldn't stop it."

"It's blocked, and there has never been a single flaw," Meng Luo said with great certainty.

The silver-haired woman frowned slightly, "Don't be tricky."

"Didn't I tell you before?" Meng Luo smiled wryly. "Back then, I accidentally wandered into the great world of Taichu, and turned into a boy on a whim, so I got acquainted with my eldest sister and the others on an inconspicuous fairy mountain, and then practiced together."

"They had no cultivation at first, but they were able to come up with countless exquisite methods of cultivation. I also benefited from it. I practiced with them forty-nine yuanhui, and finally reached the peak of saints."

"Then, before I knew it, they had already completed the layout of the Empress Dowager. Rumors about the Dao Fusioners were abuzz. They first waited for a consummated sage to start to merge the Dao, and then plundered the Dao and became the strongest, and then began a bloody storm..."

"When I came back to my senses, I had already obtained three paths of perfection and became the strongest person. I wanted to leave here, but what my elder sister said made me hesitate, and I continued to work for them."

She tilted her head, "What are you talking about?"

"She said that compared to what they are going to do, these saints in the beginning and the almost endless sacrifices of life are nothing."

Meng Luo smiled wryly, "If I knew that they had secretly channeled the power of these creatures to the other side of the barrier between heaven and earth, I wouldn't be in collusion with them no matter what."

"Fall to the other side..."

"I really don't know what they are going to do except resurrect the Eternal Lord who should not have died."

Meng Luo smiled helplessly, "Anyway, that's what happened, and I also admit that I failed to withstand the temptation of Dao, and did something that both humans and gods outraged."

"Don't worry, I will commit myself to you, not because I think you are a good person."

"I!"

"Speak the truth."

"Hey, okay," Meng Luo shook his head, and continued, "I said earlier that it would be difficult for the eldest sister and the others to come back, so that's why they are based here. If they really want to come from which side, they need to start from the beginning. The price is really too high."

"Then, what about those people under you?"

"I don't know, it seems like they disappeared overnight, but when you and Yang Jian were fighting Xu Mo, I felt a familiar atmosphere beside me. In the prehistoric world, there must be a third strongest person."

What Meng Luo said was very firm, and the silver-haired woman couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

In the dream, the two of them can be free and easy, not caring about the prehistoric affairs; but leaving the dream, one of them is a Daoist elder brother, and the other is the personal biography of the Jiejiao sage, both of whom are deeply related to the prehistoric.

The silver-haired woman said again: "There are five people under you, if they appear at the same time, can you resist?"

"If you can help stop one, Yang Jian will stop another one. If the remaining three are the last three little ones, I am confident that they will not be able to turn over." Meng Luo shook his head, "But I still advise you not to think too much about it. Unless it is a real life-and-death situation, I will never make a move."

The silver-haired woman said with a thin voice: "Why? Are you still thinking about that eldest sister?"

"No," Meng Luo said in a deep voice with fear flashing across his eyes, "the most intolerable thing for my elder sister is betrayal. If I betray her, even if I win a respite for Honghuang, she will definitely come back regardless."

As he spoke, the Dream Xeon with the brand of plum blossoms on his hands couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't mention this any more, just wait for Yang Jian to rise up." Meng Luo patted her shoulders, "Come on, senior brother, I will continue to heal you with the double cultivation method."

"Hmph, my injury has already healed."

"Then improve your cultivation, the purpose is not important, what matters is the process, tsk tsk tsk..."

The last twilight of the sun gradually dissipated, and the two figures dressed in light gauze beside the Xiantai entangled and overlapped again, but it was inevitable that they were a little drunk and dreamy, and a little less real.

...

Half a month after Yang Jian returned to Nanfang Buzhou, the third batch of monks who were to be selected for the sword test gathered in front of the small courtyard of the saint.

This time the number has increased to 180, and Yang Jian specially reserved 20 places for his own use.

Yang Jian's injury has recovered. After all, he was only injured in the mysterious body, and the Dao and Daoji were not damaged. On the contrary, Xu Mo, who fought head-on with Yang Jian, has almost recovered to the state when he started the great war. The time spent over a year of recuperating was in vain.

In fact, this should also be regarded as the 'legacy' left by Panshen.

In the crowd, more than 20 young monks gathered together, and the rest of the monks gathered together, and the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism were still clearly separated.

However, there were still a few people standing between the two groups of people, their expressions somewhat awkward.

Canopy, Drifting Monk, Little White Dragon...

Halfway through the Westward Journey, they have long regarded themselves as disciples of Buddhism, and now they can only stand in the middle, simply not relying on Taoism and Buddhism.

"Marshal Canopy? Don't come here unharmed."

A few greetings came from the side, and Tianpeng was moved and turned his head to look at it, but saw more than a dozen veteran generals of the Heavenly Court, and the leader was Wang Lingguan, who was bowing to him.

"Everyone, stay safe."

Tianpeng smiled complacently, and hurriedly bowed in return, but it was a bit funny to look like a pig.