The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

When he opened his eyes, Yang Jian thought that someone put a mirror in this nothingness, and the self in the mirror returned to his original appearance.

After his soul returned to the wilderness, he actually didn't care about the changes in his face, and the knot in his heart had been untied as early as when he was enshrining the gods.

He is Yang Jian, and Yang Jian is him, not replacing someone. The causal changes in this cannot be explained in a few words.

At this time, the one sitting face to face is himself.

Self and false self.

This is the process of stepping into the ultimate realm. If you get lost in it, you will never be able to take a step forward.

The phantom sitting cross-legged in front of him lowered his head slightly, his face became a little cloudy, but his voice sounded in Yang Jian's heart.

'Who are you? '

"Yang Jian."

'Where do you come from. '

"From my own memory."

'But there is remorse. '

"No regrets, no regrets, no grudges."

The phantom was silent for a while, the light flickered slightly, and another phantom appeared on the left side of Yang Jian.

Compared with the first phantom, the face of the second phantom has changed slightly, and the short hair has also turned into shawl-length hair. The knife-shaved face and sharp eyes seem to ignore everything in his eyes.

cross that.

'Who are you? from where? Do you have any regrets? '

It was the same question again, but this time, Yang Jian's answer was stuck in his throat and he couldn't answer it directly.

He is crossing the other side, and he is not crossing the other side; he came from the crossing point with remorse in his heart.

The light of two phantoms flickered again, and this time two phantoms split into two phantoms, sitting behind Yang Jian and on the right side of his body respectively. One was a golden body, and the other was a big man with a face similar to his, but they represented the two avenues in his mysterious body.

Dao responsibility, Dao asked.

Yang Jian also couldn't answer, and could only say silently in his heart.

When faced with the memory in his heart, he answered very smoothly; but when faced with Du He, he was somewhat unable to speak.

Facing his own way, he still didn't know how to answer, and he was a little confused in his heart.

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Yang Jian suddenly understood what kind of existence these phantoms were, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The figure didn't turn around, but just thinking about it, four phantoms turned around him, and the golden body sat right in front of him.

"Since it is my way, why should I be held accountable?" Yang Jian said indifferently, "The way is true, the way has no nature, the way is not the fruit of the way, and the way starts and ends. The invincible golden body, adhering to the idea of ​​invincibility, I couldn't help being afraid of the strongest before.

The golden body showed a little smile, and the golden light suddenly shone extremely.

Yang Jian said again: "Have you returned yet?"

'good. '

With a vague reply, the golden body slowly returned to Yang Jian's body, overlapping with Yang Jian's figure, coating Yang Jian's body with a layer of golden light.

The three phantoms turned around again, and the second phantom sitting in front of Yang Jian was the phantom that appeared first.

"You are my past, and the memory I don't want to let go of the most in my heart, but you have already entered the prehistoric world, and I don't want to go home. Although there is unfilial piety, there is no other choice."

'good. '

The phantom turned into streaks of light and flew back into Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian's aura suddenly rose sharply.

The third person sitting in front of Yang Jian was the vast man. Although he looked like Yang Jian, his aura was not similar.

"Is it my way or not my way?"

Yang Jian murmured, then looked directly at the figure of this reckless man, and said: "I have obtained the inheritance passed down by Pan God, but I can't carry out the gift of discipleship. You are like a nightmare, calming my mind, but I don't need to compare with you."

"Pan Shen is Pan Shen, Yang Jian is Yang Jian, there is no need to compare, and there is no need to compare."

As soon as the words fell, the vast man turned into the appearance of Pan Shen, and smiled slightly at Yang Jian.

In the next moment, the phantom of Panshen slowly changed into the figure of Yang Jian, took a step forward, stepped into Yang Jian's body, and perfectly fit with the golden light around Yang Jian's body.

It was as if two huge stars were rising from Yang Jian's body, and the two majestic forces were constantly expanding, and a wave of violent and restrained Dao Yun began to rush freely in this void.

The raging dao rhyme made the universe in the chaotic clock turbulent. All the divine senses protruding here were blocked by an invisible force, but they all felt the terrifying coercion that even the saints could not bear.

"It's done?"

Outside the Chaos Clock, Daozi Tianyan looked happy, but no matter how he cast spells, he couldn't get a glimpse of the nothingness inside the Chaos Clock.

Several saints around also gathered here, trying to observe the situation of such a breakthrough to the strong, but they got nothing.

If it were someone else who had broken through to the Xeon Realm, it would be time to stop breathing and report the success.

But Yang Jian frowned, facing the phantom that looked like a cross, his own realm was still fluctuating violently, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

It was the phantom in front of him that made his Dao state unstable. Similarly, this was already the biggest flaw in Yang Jian's heart.

"It's really not easy to be your descendant."

Yang Jian smiled bitterly, and stared at the phantom calmly, "You are not all transformed by my demons, are you?"

"good."

'Virtual Shadow' spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice, "I am the remnant soul you brought in when you returned to the Great Realm. I originally wanted to merge with you, but you have complaints about your previous life, that is, me in your heart, and it has not dissipated. Why are you dissatisfied?"

Yang Jian asked back: "If it were you, somehow you were arranged for the next journey, step by step according to the steps set by the previous life, can you not complain?"

Xu Ying couldn't help being silent for a while, and then said: "I didn't arrange anything."

Yang Jian was also taken aback.

"I've been dead for countless years, and I've exhausted my last ounce of strength," "Virtual Shadow" sighed softly, "I just want to correct the mistakes I made, and I didn't think too much. I have regrets in my heart, but I don't need to arrange my own reincarnation."

"You never left behind?"

"What's the use of being a second hand?" 'Xu Ying' chuckled softly, "If I cross the road that the other can walk, can future generations not walk the other way?"

Yang Jian couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead. He had saved the kind that could turn the world around after he could find the 'inheritance' or 'magic weapon' left by Dubi after he went to the Eternal God Kingdom.

Now that he heard the news from Dubi Remnant Soul, he really didn't know whether to cry or sigh.

Now the fun is big.

Yang Jian's Adam's apple trembled up and down, and suddenly found that his realm was no longer ups and downs, but stable above the realm of a saint.

'Xu Ying' crossed his arms, stared at Yang Jian, and said with a smile in his hoarse voice, "Why, don't tell me you don't want to recognize my past life, but you still want to rely on my past life in your heart?"

"Don't tell me if you see through it," Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly.

"Haha, I'm still the happiest with you," "Xu Ying" laughed, and then said, "You and I are two projections of the same true spirit in the tangible world. They have the same origin, but there are also many differences. I am Dubi, and you are Yang Jian. I have my own way, and you have your own way, that's all."

Yang Jian nodded slowly, and asked again: "Can I ask, what level of cultivation did you reach when you beheaded the king of gods?"

"I jumped out."

'Xu Ying' only said this sentence, and Yang Jian nodded half-understood, with a little understanding in his heart.

Dubi's realm should have jumped out of the framework of the primordial chaos and stood outside everything.

It is precisely because of this that Dubi can talk to Yang Jian face to face with a ray of remnant soul that is still immortal in countless years after his death.

But Dubi's remnant soul is equivalent to a wisp of Dubi's thoughts, and his original source, the true spirit, has reappeared in the visible world, which is Yang Jian on earth.

"I have two more questions."

'Xu Ying' nodded slightly, "Just ask, this should be the last chance for you and me to talk."

"Where is the earth?"

"You will know when you walk down."

Yang Jian couldn't help being dumb, this answer was really too perfunctory.

"How many supernatural powers are there in total?"

"Six levels, but the sixth level cannot be used, otherwise the Primordial Meng will collapse directly."

The words of 'Xu Ying' were very calm. Seeing that Yang Jian was puzzled, he explained a few words in detail, "You should have realized the means of the third overlapping force by now."

Yang Jian nodded slightly. He did realize it, but he hadn't completed the realm breakthrough yet, and he didn't verify it.

'Xu Ying' said: "When you have the blessings of the six avenues, you can display the fourth overlapping power; when you can reach the end of the strongest state, you can use the fifth layer. Before that, you don't have to spend much time to comprehend it. If you understand it thoroughly, you will not be able to withstand the counter-shock force."

"last question."

"This is the third one."

"Really," Yang Jian smiled, and continued to ask, "What is your way? Why do I always feel that you are not walking the way of the strongest."

'Virtual Shadow' was silent, and then said: "Knowing this will not do you much good. You have already embarked on the current road, and there is no chance of turning back. Moreover, there is no right or wrong in the road. If you go step by step, you will always reach the end."

Yang Jian stared at the other party with burning eyes, "I still want to know, I want to know how far I am from you."

'Virtual Shadow' shrugged, "Much worse."

"Anyway, I'm concerned about your face in reincarnation," Yang Jian complained slightly with a corner of his mouth curled up.

'Xu Ying' chuckled, stood up slowly, and turned his back to Yang Jian.

He said: "What I cultivate is me, in front of me, everything in the world is illusory, and so is the Tao.

reveal my true nature;

honor my whole soul;

I return to one;

Only I respect God! "

After the words fell, the 'Phantom' grasped it casually, started with a long knife, and jumped up in front of Yang Jian.

He was demonstrating a set of knife techniques to Yang Jian, a set of knife techniques that seemed a bit messy, but the traces were engraved in Yang Jian's heart, but turned into the simplest and most direct perception.

After a long time, the 'Phantom' laughed lightly and exploded with a ping.

Yang Jian wanted to persuade him to stay, but he couldn't speak.

It felt like something was added to him, but this feeling was a bit unreal. After careful understanding, eight large characters were engraved around his altar.

Understand me, respect me, complete me, only me...

This is the way to cross the other side. I am the only one in my life, and I will be the strongest after all defeats.

With a slow sigh, Yang Jian's raging dao rhyme slowly turned around, closed his eyes, and his own realm was unknowingly raised a bit higher than before.

"Only my way, really domineering."