The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

‘Disciple, you have been in seclusion for two years and nine months, and you must have the means to protect yourself in this world at this time.

As a teacher, there is still one thing to travel through chaos, and you can't stay here if you delay for a while, you need to be careful all the way.

This jade talisman will be reusable later. To let the teacher know that you miss your younger sister, you can record your figure and words in it. This object can be returned to Yuquan Mountain by itself, and it will be used for expedient communication between your brothers and sisters. '

Master...

Yang Jian had mixed feelings in his heart, and the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red.

When he first arrived in Honghuang, he was disabled, lying on the kang unable to move, his stepmother eloped, his family was destitute, he tasted all the tastes of the world, and saw the cruelty of the world.

Why does he love Yang Xiaochan so much? so important?

It wasn't when he was disheartened, but because of his little belief in protecting and guarding his sister, he made it through with difficulty!

It's just a few words to talk about the road of seeking immortality, but how difficult is it for him to take his sister all the way?

Although the mother who was the third princess of the White Lotus in the Heavenly Court laid the foundation for them to wash the scriptures and cut the marrow in their early years, making him stronger than ordinary boys and able to do simple tricks with both hands, it was only then that they made it all the way to Kunlun Mountain Road.

Meeting Yuding was a turning point in his fate.

However, I did mental calculations and did not care, and I worshiped under this indifferent and loyal master, but what I received was meticulous care.

Master really spent all his hard work on himself, endured hardships, and looked forward to stepping up to the fairyland step by step and recreating the extraordinary.

Master told him about the list of gods, and he obviously didn't need to say it, but when the time came, he would say 'go down the mountain', and he would be able to make himself a disaster for him.

But the master just said it, and he kept thinking about ways to avoid disasters.

Master exists like this, but he can keep the brother-sister relationship between himself and Xiao Chan'er in his heart, and deliberately left this jade talisman that can send a message to Xiao Chan'er...

A teacher for a day, a father for life.

These words sound false, but only those who have experienced it can understand a thing or two.

As the wind and sand blew past, Yang Jian's eyes were inexplicably red, and he bowed in the direction of the jade talisman, but he didn't say much.

Nor is he the type to express emotion with words.

Two years and nine months... Why did Master know so clearly?

Judging from the words left by the master, the master has never left this place...

When looking at the wind and sand again, Yang Jian suddenly saw a scene of light and shadow.

That was two years and nine months ago, a group of monks fought fiercely with dozens of strange insects, fighting continuously, constantly approaching the skull left by the war witch.

But I saw a big hand falling from the sky, sweeping a group of monks, and moving it dozens of miles away.

In the sound of the wind, it seemed that there was still the word 'roll' that was neither light nor heavy.

Yang Jian was dumbfounded, he had been waiting for those monks to kill them when he was retreating, but he never thought that the master would slap those monks away with a slap.

Hahaha, I don't know if my enemy knows that I have such a powerful master, will he be scared to kill himself?

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, don't really end it on his own, this is the first cause and effect he can settle by himself after coming to Honghuang, and he wants to try how happy it is to take revenge!

Little Cicada...

The dirty little girl appeared in Yang Jian's mind, his eyes warmed up, he fiddled with the jade talisman for a long time, and finally let it fly out again.

The jade talisman seemed to have a spirit, and it turned into a white rainbow piercing the sky, but instead of taking the ancient pilgrimage path, it walked directly in the chaos.

With such a careful taste in his heart, Yang Jian secretly admired the real person Yuding's concealment.

As we all know, the Da Luo Jinxian can run rampant in the chaos without getting lost; the master can walk through the sea of ​​chaos with just a jade talisman, which is by no means comparable to the ordinary Da Luo Jinxian!

Unfortunately, Master adheres to the principle of not sticking to cause and effect, otherwise his reputation will definitely be even louder!

Yang Jian looked at the sky, identified the direction, and immediately ran wildly in the desert.

This running didn't matter, but Yang Jian seemed to feel the wind blowing under his ribs, the scene in front of him changed instantly, he stopped suddenly, and a big wave of sand was set off, but he saw that he had passed a hundred feet in a flash!

Eh?

When did he have the ability to shrink the ground?

Yang Jian tried again, running wildly as well, this time it felt really different, as if the whole land was moving towards him by itself.

What the hell?

At this time, Yang Jian was really like the monk at Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out, sitting cross-legged in meditation, basking in the scorching sun, but there was no trace of sweat.

After comprehending for a long time, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, and there was a sudden look in his eyes.

This witch is good at running, and the magical powers of the witch clan are left in the precious blood. Yang Jian's Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu is really miraculous, and he even rubbed these magical powers down.

It's just a trace of Pangu's blood, yet it has such power.

Yang Jian sighed endlessly, always feeling that he would inevitably dig the tombs of those great witches and ancestor witches in the future.

Although it's a bit shameful to say it, Zuwu really has Pangu's essence and blood in his body, which is an excellent tonic for practicing eight or nine profound arts!

Well, in the future, if you deliberately make friends with the Wu Clan, and then secretly dig up the ancestral graves of the Wu Clan...

Isn't this too silly?

Forget it, let's take one step at a time, since Uncle Taiyi, who doesn't like men's clothing but prefers women's clothing, said that he was lucky, maybe Pangu's essence and blood will obediently come to his door.

Yang Jian didn't know what to say at this time, but many years later, the ghost in Luzhou, Beiju, really made the witch clan feel uneasy...

This is another story, so I don't need to mention it.

I don't know what this supernatural power was originally called, but in my hands, it's better to give it a name, after all, it's our first supernatural power.

Yang Jian smacked his lips and thought about it for a long time, but in the end he just came up with a name of 'Qian Kun Yi Dun', and started to get familiar with these supernatural powers while he was on his way.

Where are you going next?

Naturally, go back to the small world of the secret realm, and directly hit the mountain gate of Pingtian Sword Gate!

No, what should I do if my second level strength still can't take over this situation?

Although it is the second level that has been sublimated and entered after breaking through the limit, and has completed four blood changes, it is one step away from the threshold of the third level of cultivation...

Let's find a way to prove my strength first. Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu forms its own system. Although I feel that I am stronger, it is actually only the second level.

But no matter whether it is to confirm the strength, or to find a place for revenge, you need to return to the small world of the secret realm.

Hurry on your way.

With Qiankun Escape, Yang Jian's speed on the road suddenly increased, much faster than Fu Dongliu erected Hongguang that day.

If someone is lucky enough to see it, Yang Jian's figure at this time will no longer be a wisp of green smoke, but intermittent phantoms.

Half an hour later, Yang Jian left the desert, entered a secular town, drank a few sips of tea, and continued on his way.

Half a day later, Yang Jian had traveled eight thousand miles, but he dared not be complacent.

If at some point it was so strong that it could escape from the universe and escape from the universe, this supernatural power would be considered complete; after all, when the master took him to fly at full speed, he could fly thousands of miles in an instant.

Running wildly all the way, without any attachment to the world of mortals, it took almost a day and a night, when the golden crow rose again and the sky was bright, Yang Jian finally saw the two opposing cliffs.

Huh? Why is the weather wrong?

Yang Jian raised his eyes, and saw that the cliff above was actually gloomy and gloomy, without any original aura.

Coincidentally, just as Yang Jian was about to move on, he was thinking about what to say so that the monk guarding the gate could open the gate for him, when he saw the two mountain peaks rumbling and the two light gates slowly opening...

Could it be that brother's domineering spirit is already so strong?

Yang Jian muttered, in a good mood, and joked to himself.

Naturally, he knew that this was just a coincidence, so he used Qiankun Escape again, and before the gate was actually opened, he had already arrived near two cliffs.

A wave of evil spirit came rushing towards my face!

Before Yang Jian could react, dozens of beams of light flew out of the light gate, and a loud roar resounded through the world, but it was mixed with deep grief and hatred!

Hurry up! Let's go separately! As long as we survive one person! Our sect is not considered dead!

The dozens of streaks of light immediately exploded, fleeing desperately in all directions.

What the hell?

Sect rivalry? Remnant soldiers fleeing for their lives?

This has nothing to do with me, just sneak in after they run for their lives.

If anyone escaped, there would naturally be those who pursued them, and another loud shout came from the door: You bastard! Whoever lets you go! Chase me! Young Master Xiao has his life! No one from the Wantian Lingzong will survive today!

In the words, hundreds of streamers of various colors rushed out, and Yang Jian was also dazzled by the scene.

These pursuers also immediately dispersed, chasing in all directions, as if scrambling to grab credit.

Wan Tian... Another sect that can't get along with God.

After all, this sect is the most vocal among the big sects of the Tian generation that Yang Jian has ever heard.

However, Yang Jian was also a little surprised that he had been in the secret realm Xiaotiandi.

Isn't Wantian Lingzong one of the top three sects? How did he get hunted down so badly?

Who is Mr. Xiao? As expected, he felt that he was not a kind person. It seemed that he had the stance of mobilizing all the sects in the small world of the secret realm...

It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me.

Yang Jian shook his head and was about to walk into the gate, but he stopped suddenly after taking two steps.

A icy gaze like a poisonous snake looked over from the side forest, but it didn't arouse any reaction from Yang Jian's Xuan Gong, obviously it didn't pose any threat to him.

He heard Yi Jie Jie's strange laughter, I didn't expect that there are still big fish that slipped through the net here.

Senior sister is right, isn't this the young master of the Ten Thousand Heavens Spirit Sect? Hahaha!

Two figures floated out of the forest, one was an old woman and the other was a tall, thin and gloomy old man. The eyes of these two men were sarcastically fixed on Yang Jian at the same time.

Yang Jian looked at the two in astonishment.

Young suzerain?

The two seniors admitted the wrong person, I'm just a casual cultivator, and I'm just on my way here. Yang Jian couldn't laugh or cry.

This is really, the shit pot that fell from the sky smashed his little wild flower by the roadside.

Loose cultivator? The young master is really courageous, your old woman smiled softly, The Wantian Lingzong has always raised you in secret without anyone knowing about it, and this time it is even more desperate to put you here, trying to do the trick.

The tall and thin old man sneered: That's right! It's a good thing I found out about this, otherwise I would have let you escape!

Yang Jian's eyes gradually turned cold. He felt carefully that Xuan Gong didn't remind him of any danger, and he felt a little confident in his heart.

You two, do you want to make up a random story for me, and bring it back to that Young Master Xiao to receive the reward?

The tall and thin old man holding the sword smiled without saying a word, the eyes of the old woman gleamed, she pointed the snake-headed staff at Yang Jian, and a black light directly drilled into Yang Jian's heart.

They just wanted to bring back a dead body.

But the next moment, the old woman's smile froze on her face.

She seemed to point it out casually, but in fact she used the killer move right away.

But the black-scaled black-scaled black-scaled water snake, which was carefully cared for by him and cultivated with years of painstaking efforts, was gently touched by two fingers with distinct joints...

pinched.