The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　Six rotations make life orderly.

　　 Six reincarnations, the true spirit goes back and forth.

　　 Two similar but different avenues, two dao rhymes gradually overlapping.

　　 The sea of ​​blood is in the middle, and the rays of light are permeating. The two figures seem to gradually merge into one, the ghosts crying everywhere in the Nether Realm, and the edge of the sea of ​​blood raises a terrifying wave.

　　 Yin and Yang reversed from time to time, and the power of heaven was directly pushed back to the land of blood.

　　 Karma cremated into white snakes, spinning around the two silhouettes, and under the calm lake, a six-track reincarnation disk with blood dripping everywhere was slowly rising.

　　 Correspondingly, countless phantoms are formed from the sky.

　　 The phantom shadows overlap, under the traction of the power of the six reincarnations, tracing back to the root, and gradually becoming one.

　　, together with the two figures standing face to face, with four jade hands pressed together, like a shallow mirror in them.

　　 "It belongs to you."

　　 "Return to one."

　　 The voices of Hou Tu or Liu Ya who couldn't distinguish whether it was Hou Tu or Liu Ya sounded one after another, two stars-like rays of light slowly rose, and the Nether World began to turbulence and collapse.

　　 Yang Jian, who was standing not far away, waved his sleeves, and the golden shields faint to nearly invisible on all sides were erected, directly suppressing the radius of a thousand li, and the Netherworld quickly returned to peace.

　　 After a while, the soft humming once again floated over the sea of ​​blood.

　　 Yuan Shi Tianzun’s voice came: "Jiu Diluoquan returns."

　　 The nine saints shot together, pulling the nine dirty springs back to their original positions in the world.

　　 Nezha stared into the depths of the blood sea, and couldn't help but ask: "If this is the case, should those who appear later be counted as Liuya Daoists or Houtu empress?"

"Houtu Niangniang," Zixia said with some uncertainty, "but I have heard from Master that Liu Ya is actually the reincarnation of Houtu Niangniang, although the coexistence of the previous life and this life is a bit letting People are elusive, but all the roots should still be in the Houtu Niangniang."

　　 "Okay, but I always feel that Daoist Liu Ya and Empress Houtu are not the same person, but generally speaking, they are..."

　　 Nezha talked, but I didn't know how to say it.

　　 The atmosphere above the sea of ​​blood is a little dull.

　　 Yang Jian looked down at the mirror-like water surface. The surface of the water reflected his face and figure. At some point, the corners of his eyebrows were a bit more vicissitudes, and he no longer had the spirit of his youth.

　　 is coming to an end, all of this.

"Yang Jian?"

　　 A soft call came from the side. When Yang Jian looked up, he saw a woman in a light purple dress, her hands behind her back, walking towards him step by step.

　　 Familiar face, familiar eyes, but a little unfamiliar aura.

　　 She is slender and slender, with her long hair hanging down her waist, and her skin is like snow, which seems to exude a kind of purity from her bones.

　　 "What should I call you? Sister or Liuya?" Yang Jian asked calmly as much as possible.

　　 "Qing Qing," she stood in front of Yang Jian, two feet away, her skirt fluttering gently.

　　 The two white and tender calves were side by side, slightly on tiptoe, and raised his hand to sign the height difference between her and Yang Jian.

　　 Yang Jian murmured: "Qing Qing..."

　　 "Well, Qingqing," her eyes were like water, and her words were very soft, "when will I leave? I have some things to explain to the underworld, and it will take some time to consolidate the realm."

　　 "Twenty years from now."

　　 Yang Jian talked about the time casually. Previously, he had clearly said that it was one or two hundred years of preparation time, but Yang Jian was really afraid of the words'late changes, long nights and many dreams'.

　　 It's still a pleasure to cut the mess with a knife.

　　 "Enough," Qingqing chuckled lightly, and suddenly moved towards Yang Jian.

　　 Yang Jian's heart is a little messy, he doesn't know whether he should hide or not.

　　 But after all, I gave Liuya a memory before the Great Tribulation, and Liuya also survived the Great Tribulation. Now Liuya and Houtu have turned into Qingqing together, how did he refuse.

　　Everything seemed to be just right. She stood on tiptoe slightly, wrapped her hands around Yang Jian's waist, just hugging her quietly.

　　 Yang Jian's hands were raised, lowered, and then raised again, gently hugging the jade man in his arms.

　　 "Why are you," Yang Jian's voice was a little low.

"No bitterness, this is my wish. It's just to take advantage of this opportunity to satisfy my own private thoughts," Qingqing pushed Yang Jian away slightly, "Even if you are looking for death in the past, someone should always help. You tidy up the body."

　　 Yang Jian suddenly smiled bitterly, "Can you look forward to it."

　　 "That," Qing Qing said with a chuckle with her hands behind her back, "At the end of the story, let's survive together, just as at the beginning, everything is only you and me."

　　 Yang Jian smiled and nodded, Qingqing's figure accompanied by a silver bell-like smile, drifting away from the lake, and then disappearing.

　　 Qingqing.

　　 This is the name given to Liuya by Empress Nuwa, and at this time it was also the name after Liuya and Houtu were integrated.

　　 She is the strongest realm pushed up by two avenues, just like the merit saint compared to the avenue saint, but at least, she is also the second most powerful person in the wild, and can also participate in the next real battle.

　　 Yang Jian looked at the complicated thoughts in his heart, he didn't know how to face Qing Qing.

　　 But in the end, this is the end of the matter, and he has to take responsibility, and he should take more responsibility.

　　 "Everyone," Yang Jian said to the nine saints outside the sky, "Twenty years from now, big things will happen, please prepare early."

　　 I suddenly asked: "How to go?"

　　 Yang Jian said: "The road has already been found, it's not difficult."

　　 "Good."

　　 Laozi nodded gently, and all the saints did their own things, and disappeared together.

　　 also stayed with Zixia, looked at Yang Jian with a smile, and shouted a few words to Master with a smile.

　　 "I want to go back to accompany your sister and the others, where are you going?"

　　 "I'll go and play with Master Xiao Chan'er for a few years, and then go around the land."

　　 "Let's go," Yang Jian beckoned, and the two of them gradually returned to nothingness.

　　The sea of ​​blood, the place where countless years of dirt have accumulated, has left a clear lake in the center.

　　 It's a pity that such a spectacle can only be appreciated by the Shura people.

　　……

　　 In the past twenty years, Yang Jian regarded himself as the last twenty years of his predecessor.

　　 To be honest, he passed this time and didn't think he could get out of his body; but for a lifetime, some things must be done and some things must be tried.

　　 Even knowing that the road ahead is difficult, knowing that he will die forever.

　　 Even if I feel a little scared, how can I know if I can’t do it without trying?

　　 How to fight for that gleam of life if you try to steal peace?

　　 was originally a life span of several decades, how long has it passed now?

　　 Holding the picturesque wife, watching the sunset in the west, listening to the fairy music of silk and bamboo from the palace not far away, there are actually not many regrets in this life.

　　 Twenty years, for a monk, it is like a white horse passing a gap.

　　 What is being arranged in a densely arranged manner, but apart from a few saints and many great abilities, no one knows exactly what they are doing.

　　 The combat power that accompanied Yang Jian on this trip has exceeded the original limit.

　　 A strong man, Qingqing.

　　 Six great saints, Tianyan Daozi, Yuding Zhenren, Yunxiao, Nezha, Zixia, Qitian Great Sage.

　　 Hundreds of quasi-sages, including almost all the ancient powers of the prehistoric.

　　 Thousands of big Luo, more than 20,000 golden immortals.

　　 But outside of the sky, the spirit clan masters were almost completely evacuated. This is the selfishness of Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan. They only wish to have more combat power and give their husbands more chances to survive.

　　 These combat powers have actually gathered outside the sky in the second year, secretly settled in a fierce beast battleship.

　　 But Yang Jian encountered a few things that caused him quite a headache at home.

　　 The three ladies have to sacrifice their lives to accompany each other. One is more determined than the other. I am afraid that Yang Jian will not bring them. When accompanied by Yang Jian, they will perform all kinds of stunts in turn, leaving the true master of Erlang helpless.

　　 Go, go, the beautiful lady will go with you, and you will die without regret.

　　 Compared to the three wives, the other two in the family are extremely ‘virtuous’. The mother and Xiao Chan’er have to live in seclusion in Nanfang Buzhou, so Yang Jian doesn’t have to worry too much.

　　 This is more sensible.

　　 That is, Yang Jianqian reminded him that if Xiaochan wanted to find a husband and son, he would not be anxious for tens of thousands of years, and wait for him to come back.

　　 There is a snarling dog secretly guarding, Meishan six friends are taking care of him, and Chu Qian, Tinglan, Cuizhu and others are on the side making suggestions. It should be more difficult for Xiao Chan'er to suffer.

　　 Bai Ze will also set off for the eternal kingdom of God. Although this old predecessor is unable to fight, he has the magical powers of avoiding misfortune and seeking fortune. He can be a guide for Yang Jian.

　　 Ao Tianying accompanied, but when facing Xeon, Ao Tianying was completely unable to play a role. Instead, Yang Jian handed it over to Ao Xinke, so that this little guy who could sneak attack on the saints of the Avenue could protect his backyard.

　　 Everything is set up properly, and then it seems that there is nothing but absurdity left.

　　 Warm Pavilion, palace, fairy pavilion in the mountains.

　　Yang Jian and the three wives are like glue, inseparable, but Yang Jian always carries hope.

　　 If the three of them can become pregnant, there is a reason for them to stay in the land.

　　Furthermore, Yang Jian saw a little bit of accumulated "death will" in his mother. It was because his heart was dead. I was really worried...

　　 However, even if he keeps working hard, he still cannot get what he wants.

　　 Year after year, the plum blossoms in Meishan bloomed nineteen times, but the heaven and the earth did not know when, it was spread that Yang Jian was going to conquer the eternal kingdom of God.

　　 Originally, Yang Jian had even warned him to keep it secret, but the news spread like wildfire, which really made people laugh and cry.

　　Secrecy is for fear that there will be spies from the eternal kingdom of God...

　　 But now, no matter what, the news has spread, and it can only be spread.

　　 It is said that a certain avenue saint was drunk and drunk in the heavenly court. He didn't shut the door on his mouth and said this. Then there was a fat-eared heavenly marshal who opened his throat and spread it around nine days and ten places.

　　 For a time, the sentiment was surging, and there were shouts of revenge to follow the true monarch of Erlang everywhere.

　　 However, the sage's message fell, so that all creatures had to be quiet.

　　 In order to avoid sacrifices in vain, only ten thousand monks whose cultivation level is above the golden immortal were selected; in this way, another group of masters joined the expedition army.

Everything is in order, and it’s time for the expedition in three months~www.wuxiahere.com~ The three masters of the spirit race, Kong Xuan, Chu Qi, and Ao Fangtian, have arrived at Meishan to'assemble', and Qingqing and Yunxiao have also come. Meishan waited.

　　 Yang Jian, who should have started to calm his mind for the war, was still'willing to take risks' and dragged his three wives for a few days.

　　 This time, what Yang Jian did not expect was that a lady's unbearable waist was finally moving.

　　 is Xiao Lan, who is also a human.

　　 At his level, if his wife is pregnant, it can be confirmed in two or three days.

　　 After repeatedly confirming that Xiao Lan was pregnant, the family celebrated in ecstasy, but Xiao Lan cried and made a lot of noise and demolished a few places in a palace.

　　 But she never dared to give up her pregnancy and follow Yang Jian with all her life. For the next three months, she only shed tears every day.

　　 The mother-in-law and sister-in-law who were supposed to live in seclusion didn't mention any reclusiveness. They took Xiao Lan to live in the back mountain, and they were all passports.

　　 You can have a baby in October, but now, it’s only 80 or 90 days since Yang Jian left the land.

　　 All the saints persuaded Yang Jian to stop for a year and a half longer, but Yang Jian still insisted on the original plan and no longer delay.

　　He is also afraid, afraid that there will be more thoughts in his heart, afraid that he will shrink from it when he should go to fight desperately...

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