The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"My lord, I have searched all over, but I have not found it!"

"Could it be that he really has escaped without a sound? He still has such supernatural powers?"

"The disciples of the saints should not be underestimated."

The two big Luos felt a little bleak for no reason, but the emotion was only for a moment. They immediately ordered that the place be 'ploughed' again.

More than a hundred figures once again flew towards the east and west ends under the great formation, and there was another wave of indiscriminate bombardment.

But the little earthworm, pretending to be dead, was slowly wriggling in the mud, aiming at the crack in the stone two inches away...

Whenever there is a divine consciousness sweeping over here, the earthworm will stop and act as a 'dead' earthworm without moving.

Finally, the earthworm climbed to the crevice of the stone with great difficulty.

Just when a strong wind blew by, the earthworm rolled into the crevice of the stone; the whole process was seamless and did not attract any attention.

Entering the crevice of the stone, he suddenly felt that the spiritual consciousness disappeared one after another, Yang Jian immediately used his spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings.

This investigation also shocked him - his consciousness scattered, as long as it touched the black rock, it would disappear without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

"The place where your mother was imprisoned was transformed from the fragments of Mount Buzhou..."

False Taibai's words were still in his ears, Yang Jian pondered, thinking for a while.

Is this lonely mountain standing like a stone monument in the center of Beiju Luzhou, is it really a fragment of Buzhou Mountain?

Yang Jian was both worried and happy in his heart. He was worried about the current situation, and the future was uncertain. The good news is that Buzhou Shanben is the backbone of Pan Gu, and he might get some chances here.

Forget it, no matter what, since you can't retreat, you can only go into the mountains to have a look.

There were more than a dozen people flying out of this rocky mountain before, and those people went in to carry the array flags later. There must be good fortune in this rocky mountain.

The black rock cut off the consciousness, and Yang Jian boldly displayed a ray of Xuangang; but the Xuanhand hit the rock, and only polished some stone chips.

so hard……

How did the other party get in and out?

Yang Jian carefully recalled that when the 'Fake Taibai' condensed into a cloud of blood and shouted, those people seemed to fly out from the top of the mountain, and there was a faint cave there.

"Climbing to the top of the mountain from here, you will definitely be discovered by the other party."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart. He changed the Xuanhandle into the shape of a small drill bit, with spirals on it, urging the Xuanhandle to rotate...

"Ha!" Yang Jian almost laughed a few times, the black rock in front of him was drilled in like tofu by the Xuangang drill!

Yang Jian didn't dare to stay, and urged the Xuangang drill to rotate faster, and the earthworm quickly burrowed into the mountain...

Outside the Montenegro, the group of immortals had blasted a thousand miles around with magical powers three times!

Not to mention digging three feet, even three hundred feet. This bitter cold land in the central area of ​​Luzhou in Beiju has been changed even more abruptly.

The only thing that remains the same is the rocky mountain.

But these guys chasing and killing Yang Jian had originally arranged a large killing formation in the space inside the stone mountain.

And they stared at the entrance and exit of Shishan, not even a single mosquito flew in!

Unfortunately, Yang Jian made a small hole in the crevice of the stone, and instead of going through the main entrance, he forced himself into the Black Mountain.

The earthworm that Yang Jian turned into walked forward for an unknown number of feet, when suddenly there was nothing in front of him.

He reacted swiftly, and at the same time as retracting the Xuanhand drill, the earthworm's body immediately lay motionless in the small hole, its spiritual consciousness concentrated without looking.

Feeling carefully, the front is empty, there is the sound of splashing water, and the fragrance of grass and trees is wafting in the air.

Yang Jian boldly released a divine sense to check, and was immediately relieved.

He saw the situation ahead - the hollowed out mountain was only a few tens of feet in radius, and there was a small thatched hut in the middle, with a fence around the hut, surrounded by gurgling streams.

Although this scene is ordinary, there is a lingering atmosphere of simplicity. It is obvious that it has existed for an unknown number of years and has not been damaged.

Around the thatched hut, Yang Jian did not find any traces of array formations. Spiritual consciousness can flow unimpeded in the mountains, but if it encounters a mountain wall, it will disappear like a mud cow into the sea.

"Strange, didn't those people find this place?"

Yang Jian got out of the gap, wrapped in profound energy, and finally recovered his human form.

Looking up with the light coming from nowhere, Yang Jian found a thick stone wall at a height of thirty feet, cutting off the space inside the mountain.

"I see," he heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down beside the smooth stone wall.

Surviving the desperate situation, Yang Jian just wanted to laugh a few times at this moment, pinching the bead sealed by the profound energy and Xuanhandle on his fingertips.

He was about to urge the law to interrogate him, but suddenly he felt something and looked up at the thatched hut.

It seems that something is attracting the eighty-nine profound arts that are circulating in his body... Yang Jian only had this feeling once in his memory.

The land of witches, the blood of war witches!

But his current profound art has been pushed to the fifth level, and the blood of the war witch can't arouse such desire! At least it is the blood of the Great Witch!

"Is it really that lucky?"

Yang Jian couldn't believe it for a while.

The theory of luck is complicated and confusing. He always heard others say that he has great luck, but luck is invisible and intangible, so he never cared about it.

Thinking that his own ability might only come from good luck, Yang Jian also smiled bitterly.

He held back the longing in his heart, and checked the stone wall directly above bit by bit, and only after he was sure that the stone wall was airtight and that there was no place that could penetrate the spiritual consciousness, did he walk towards the thatched cottage.

Who ever lived in a hut here? Why are treasures related to witch blood left behind?

Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, and carefully checked around the thatched cottage, and found that there was no fluctuation of Yuanli here, and there was no trace of formation arrangement.

Outside the fence, the ground is flat black slate; inside the fence, there is inch-high grass growing on the ground.

Yang Jian gently pushed open the courtyard door, tried to step into the courtyard, and stepped down, nothing unusual.

My feet seemed to have stepped through a thin membrane, and I felt a little warmth inside.

"Is someone there?" Yang Jian called to the cottage, but naturally no one responded.

He walked into the fence with his whole body, and the warm breath came oncoming. The fence seemed to be a world of its own, with the breeze wandering and the winding path flowing.

Yang Jian stepped to the door of the thatched cottage, said "Offended", and gently pushed open the half-covered door, and a spotless house appeared in front of him.

Wooden beds, wooden tables, wicker chairs, a bookshelf, and the stove outside are the only arrangements here.

The bookshelf was empty, obviously the collection of books was taken away by the owner when he left; but there were two volumes of letters and a small wooden box on the desk, Yang Jian stared at the box, and couldn't move his eyes...

Suddenly there was a breeze, and a scroll of slips flew up and slowly unfolded in front of Yang Jian.

'for posterity'

Seeing these four words, Yang Jian's heart finally relaxed...

Fortunately, this senior did not leave any arrangements, but simply left blessings for future generations.

So what happened to this senior?

Did it fall in a thousand catastrophes? Or, change to another place to hide?

There is a prehistoric history in the slip, the origin of Beiju Luzhou, and the significance of the existence of this place... And at the end of the slip, there is a handsome inscription.

Happy scattered people.

This is the Dao name of that senior... But the words Xiaoyao and Sanren are not commonly used in modern times.

Yang Jian held the letter with both hands, and read it carefully from the very beginning.

"In the past, there was an ancestor Wu Gonggong who was instigated by the demon clan. He fought against the ancestor witch Zhurong in Buzhou Mountain. After both of them were injured, they were besieged by the monster clan. In a fit of rage, Gonggong touched Buzhou Mountain with his head, broke the sky pillar, and destroyed the demon court. However, he caused a catastrophe.

Yang Jian knew this allusion, although what he understood was slightly different from what was recorded here.

Come to think of it, Xiaoyao Sanren should have lived in seclusion here after the Lich War...

Walking to the table, he finally couldn't help touching the box, and mentioned what kind of treasure it was in the letter, Yang Jian's mood was a little complicated.

The blood of Zuwu Gonggong!

Although it is not the essence blood of the ancestral witch, let alone the blood of the heart, it is the real blood of the ancestral witch, and it is also the main purpose of that Xiaoyao Sanren to live in seclusion in this stone tablet mountain.

Gonggong's head touched Buzhou Mountain and died, and the blood stained on Buzhou Mountain lasted for years, and was collected by all the supernatural beings.

Only this fragment of Buzhou Mountain, which was placed in Beiju Luzhou to suppress the miasma, still has a little blood of Gonggong left.

After Xiaoyao Sanren discovered this place, it took a long time to condense three drops of Gong Gong's blood.

The Xiaoyao Sanren took away the two drops of true blood that contained the Dao of Water, and left this drop of Gonggong blood that has no effect on it and can only be used by the Wu people to strengthen their physical bodies. It can also be regarded as a source of blessing for those who find this place in the future.

"Ancient monk, this kind of mind is really admirable."

Yang Jian slowly sat on the wicker chair, opened the wooden box with his fingers, and a water-blue ripple overflowed from the thatched cottage, swinging into the distance...

This thing is great for him.