The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The brief records:

'Gonggong touched Buzhou Mountain in anger, the pillars of the sky collapsed, and there was a big hole in the sky. Nuwa sage made stones to mend the sky, and her reputation spread, but after the collapse of the sky pillar, the sky tilted, and the sky and the earth were unstable.

At that time, the four sages cut off a mysterious tortoise that existed since the beginning of the prehistoric era in Beiju Luzhou, took the limbs of the mysterious tortoise, and supported the four corners of the sky...

That black tortoise had nothing to do with the world at all, and he was not angry that he had caused such a disaster for no reason. After its limbs were cut off, its blood flowed all over Beiju Luzhou. Its huge body quickly rotted and turned into miasma, covering Beiju Luzhou.

Since then, Luzhou in Beiju has not seen the sun, and it has changed from a land of lush vegetation to a place of wild and bitter cold, where all spirits are exhausted and poisonous things are abundant.

Although the saint killed the tortoise to save the common people in the world, he owed it to the black tortoise, so he induced the soul of the black tortoise to reincarnate and became one of the three emperors and five emperors of the human race;

Another sage made a move, refining a large fragment of Buzhou Mountain into a stone tablet, and standing it in the middle of Beiju Luzhou, suppressing the resentment of the black turtle and purifying the poison barrier here.

Over the years, Beiju Luzhou recovered a bit of vitality, and the Wu people were able to recuperate at the edge of Beiju Luzhou...'

Yang Jian flicked these ancient characters on the slip of paper with his left hand, and pointed the index finger of his right hand on the drop of Gonggong blood, turning the water-blue blood into strands, and slowly inhaled it into his fingertips.

He almost understood why those heavenly soldiers and generals insisted on choosing Beiju Luzhou to attack him.

——The miasma condensed in Beiju Luzhou can isolate most of the fluctuations of spiritual consciousness, making it impossible for Yang Jian to call for help.

I have to say that this trip to Beiju Luzhou was really inexplicably dangerous.

The reason why Yang Jian dared to take the risk to explore, in fact, he still took Master Yu Ding into consideration in his heart; he felt that if he was in danger of death, Master would always save him in time.

But this Beiju Luzhou, this Montenegro...

Thinking about it at this moment, if I hadn't acted rightly, and my body was dead, my master could only avenge himself, fearing that he would not be able to rescue him in time.

In the future, you need to correct this mentality in your actions, otherwise you will really be making fun of your own life.

Therefore, at this time, he did not dare to immerse himself in the Gonggong blood, but kept his mind clear, and slowly turned the Gonggong blood into his own use.

Although it was a bit slower, it was better because of the stability in my heart, and my Dao Xin had no trace.

Not long after, the twenty-seventh profound pearl in the body slowly condensed into...

"The Dao of Water is of no use to me. The blood of Gong Gong is enough, but I owe a favor to Xiaoyao Sanren." Yang Jian stretched his waist, and slowly opened another letter with his left hand.

It doesn't record any exercises or supernatural powers of Xiaoyao Sanren. It is still about the history of Luzhou in Beiju, but it is a letter related to the Wu clan, and it is also written by Xiaoyao Sanren.

It recorded the positions of the major tribes of the Wu Clan, the number of masters in the clan, and expressed a faint worry that the Wu Clan would disrupt the progress of the human race's great prosperity in the name of intermarrying with the human race...

From here, it can be concluded that this Xiaoyao Sanren must be a powerful person on the human side, and the years when Xiaoyao Sanren lived in seclusion here to refine Gonggong's blood should be before Chi You's rebellion.

"I don't know how long it has been since then."

Yang Jian muttered to himself, sitting there quietly, feeling the passing wind from the thatched cottage, submerged unconsciously.

Thirty feet above his head, on that layer of stone wall, dozens of figures kept searching in a more spacious mountain space, but of course they found nothing.

The two big Luos were already a little anxious, Yang Jian couldn't find it, and their general had no news, so how could they return to the sky?

No matter how unwilling he is now, he can only conclude that Yang Jian took advantage of his unpreparedness to behead his general and kidnap his general's soul, and has already calmly escaped...

But how is this possible?

"My lord! More than a dozen masters from the southeast have entered Beiju Luzhou! Come here!"

"Explore again!"

After a while, another person hurried back and knelt behind a big Luo on one knee, "It has been found out that it is the sixth prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace who has brought a group of men and horses, marching towards this place!"

The faces of the two big Luos were uncertain, and they exchanged their spiritual thoughts, but they could only flick their sleeves.

"Remove the formation, and don't contact them! Let's disperse here, and hide for a few more days!"

"Yes!" The kneeling man took the order and left, and more than a hundred figures rushed in all directions.

After a while, the formation flags were photographed one by one, and the formation disappeared in smoke. And each of these people carried a battle flag, hiding themselves in the poor mountains and rivers, and there was no sound.

If Yang Jian could see this scene, he would definitely admire these people's orders and prohibitions. The most rare thing is that these human relations are heavenly and golden immortals, and they can obey orders like this without complaining...

Isn't what monks seek is unrestrained detachment?

It is not known how Heavenly Court can make so many successful people give up this detachment.

Half a day later, Ao Ji arrived here with the soldiers and horses of the Dragon Palace, but what he saw was only a lonely rocky mountain and the devastated land around the rocky mountain.

"hiss!"

Ao Ji took a deep breath, his eyes were a little shocked.

How fierce a fight is going on here? To be able to beat the earth into such a shape, there is not a single flat place within a thousand miles.

"Quick, go and explore around!"

Fifty thousand shrimp soldiers and crabs will scatter again and look for them quickly here.

They were able to find this place by searching for soul memories. The creatures along the way have more or less seen 'Taibai Jinxing' or a figure similar to Yang Jian.

But here, this method obviously won't work, because within a thousand miles there is no aura of life, not even a single poisonous insect can be seen!

"Your Highness! There is a cave on the top of the rocky mountain, do you want to go in and check?"

"What are you paying back, go in and have a look!" Ao Ji patted his thigh, worried for a while.

My sister-in-law finally got married, is she going to be a widow again?

Bah bah bah!

It's an unlucky thing to say! When he arrived, his father still smiled and said that brother Yang has a deep source of blessings and a long life, so there will definitely be no disasters...

But seeing such a bleak scene here, he couldn't rest assured no matter what.

Soon, a group of soldiers and horses who entered Shishan came to report, saying that they could not find any trace of Yang Jian.

Ao Ji let out a long sigh, and the clue was broken here, and there must have been a fierce fight here, the kind that almost collapsed...

"Your Highness, it's better to go back to the palace to discuss."

"Oh, that's fine," Ao Ji shook his head, sighed, and brought fifty thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals back, and returned to the East Sea Dragon Palace in a dispirited mood.

When they left, the more than a hundred figures gathered together again, and after discussing for a while, they dispersed again and disappeared in various parts of Luzhou in Beiju.

They still didn't give up, they had to find the traces of Yang Jian and their general before they would give up.

At the bottom of the rocky mountain, among the thatched cottages.

Yang Jian was sitting on the rattan chair, pointing his right index finger at the drop of Gong Gong's blood that was already a third smaller, savoring something carefully.

Visions appeared in front of him from time to time. It was a giant with disheveled hair fighting with figures, like a madman, roaring non-stop.

There was a hostile energy in Gong Gong's blood, and he wanted to get into Yang Jian's mind earlier, but Yang Jian discovered it in time and temporarily blocked it with his profound energy.

But the hostility is increasing, and Yang Jian's power of primordial spirit is not too strong, even through the profound energy, he is faintly affected.

As a last resort, I had to temporarily suspend the absorption of Gong Gong's blood. Yang Jian raised his right hand, sat on the rattan chair and calmly washed away the hostility.

More and more illusions appeared in front of his eyes, but Yang Jian always told himself that it was just the anger of Gong Gong in the past, and had nothing to do with him. He was just a casual observer.

Twenty-nine profound beads had been condensed in his body, if not counting the twenty-fifth that was about to be condensed, in just one or two days of effort, four profound beads had been condensed.

Xuanzhu eighty-nine is the most irritating realm.

When practicing normally, it doesn't know how long it takes for a single profound pearl to condense, and it becomes more and more difficult as you go to the back...

Not to mention, Yang Jian still has to break through the limit of the fifth level; how to break through, he has no clue in his mind now.

"Where can I get more ancestral witch blood?"

Yang Jian couldn't help thinking about the blood of the ancestral witch, but he didn't have a clue for a while, he couldn't have the cheek to go to the underworld to find the Queen Mother to let blood...

Xuan Qi was slowly dispelling the hostility, and fearing that it would be difficult to continue absorbing Gong Gong's blood within ten days and a half months, Yang Jian closed the wooden box.

He squeezed a white jade bead out of his fingers, put it on the table, and slowly tore off the handle around the bead to disperse a little of his profound energy.

People, just can't be idle, always find something to do.

"Don't want to come out and talk?" Yang Jian asked, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

This orb is completely silent, but in Yang Jian's perception, this orb is taking advantage of this opportunity to quietly absorb the vitality in this small space.

"You really think I can't do anything about you?"

Yang Jian pointed out two black handles, squeezed the orb on the table, and then repeated the trick, using the black handle to make a small auger, and put it on top of the orb.

Pushing the Xuangang drill bit to rotate, there was a squeak, and the orb was shot into a thin layer of light chips!

"You! What are you going to do!"