The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian stayed in the mountain for three days, while helping the twelve commanders practice, while taking stock of Mo Han's relics.

After meeting the master, Yang Jian accidentally discovered that the two storage treasures in the finger ring were a bit strange. After careful inspection, he found that the restriction on them had been opened.

The power of Yang Jian's primordial spirit... is really not flattering. To break through such a cumbersome restriction, I'm afraid it will really take a lot of effort. It should be the restriction that his master secretly removed for him.

First is the 'pouch', which should be the 'supply' of the heavenly soldiers and generals led by Mo Han. There are thousands of light green battle armors of magic weapon level, and thousands of magic weapon blades.

In addition, there are thousands of spiritual stones for practice, although the quality is not pure, but the quantity is very large.

This is probably the food and grass of heaven.

Looking at the treasure in the ring, that is Mo Han's real wealth.

Five or six pieces of weapons, one or two armors, and countless other miscellaneous items.

There are also three volumes and four jade plaques, which record two exercises, three supernatural powers, a book of warfare in the heavenly court, and a general outline of battle formations.

The treasures in the ring are all extraordinary, although there are no spiritual treasures, they are all fairy treasures. And what surprised Yang Jian the most was that there were a lot of precious treasures inside, piled up into hills in several corners.

These should have been plundered from the Great Thousand Worlds when Mo Han was away in battle, and they were not fully handed over to the Heavenly Court, but were privately withheld. Now all of them are in the hands of Yang Jian, which really made Yang Jian a fortune.

Yang Jian didn't use much, but refined a fairy boat, found a place for the twelve commanders to practice on their way, drove the fairy boat to Zhongshenzhou, and met Lu Chunyang.

Lu Chunyang took care of the affairs of the unlucky Da Luo Jinxian for Yang Jian. The Da Luo Jinxian's sect was only a small sect in Central China. With the famous Lu Chunyang taking care of him, there would be no disaster of extermination in the future.

Yang Jian made a bow in the coffin shed, stood there for a while, then bid farewell to Lu Chunyang and went to the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

In fact, he didn't need to say much, being able to come here to pay homage had already dissipated the grievances of that sect.

In the prehistoric world, who is really reasonable?

Da Luo, who was surnamed Nangong, was not killed by Yang Jian himself, but he was not capable enough and was taken advantage of by the demon. Yang Jian was not to blame.

Yang Jian's ability to come to pay homage in person can be regarded as enough face for the deceased Da Luo Jinxian.

The descendants of Da Luo Jinxian and the disciples in the sect all bowed to Yang Jian to settle this grievance and will not mention it any more.

All Yang Jian wanted was to have a clear heart.

When bidding farewell to Lu Chunyang, Yang Jian didn't see He Muxi, presumably he was driven back to the sect by Lu Chunyang.

"Where is Brother Yang going? Why don't you follow me back for a few days?"

"There are important things to do in the East China Sea," Yang Jian recalled that after the last time they said goodbye, they went to the East China Sea in the same way. It was really a coincidence.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Last time, brother, you said that you asked me to go to Lord Dragon to ask for a weapon, but I forgot about it. This time I went to Donghai, I really want to report your name, brother, and see if Lord Dragon will give me a handy weapon!"

"Hahaha! It's easy to say, easy to say! Even if the Dragon King doesn't look at the face of my former Duke Dong, he still needs to curry favor with the disciple of Yuxu Palace who is now famous in the three realms!"

"Brother joked," Yang Jian wanted to make a joke, but was teased by Lu Chunyang's words, so he had to laugh twice, and escaped into the floating fairy boat in the air.

Lu Chunyang laughed loudly on the top of the mountain, watching Xianzhou go away, his handsome face gradually turned bitter, sighed, and flew towards his sect.

This is the second time for Yang Jian to travel through the hinterland of Central China. After watching this journey, he has a general understanding of the prosperity of the human race.

But every mountain and river has its sect;

Every plain has a big city.

There are figures flying into the sky and escaping from the ground everywhere, and there is a lot of people near the big city, and the cloud roads between the top and bottom can be congested; even in the poor mountains and rivers with no spiritual energy, you can meet groups of ascetics after a short flight.

Such a great world, such a huge base of ascetics, coupled with the prosperous luck of the human race...

In Yang Jian's view, there are not too many Daluo Jinxians in this world, but rather few!

Presumably there are many unborn characters, either hiding in the prehistoric mountains and rivers, or swimming in the chaos, exploring their own way.

The Twelve Commanders were also shocked by the bustling scene, and each of them had no intention of practicing, and looked around from the edge of the fairy boat.

Yang Jian didn't care about them, he sorted out in his mind how to calculate the Heavenly Court and how to find his own weapon.

As for matters in the heavenly court, it is time to remain unchanged to respond to all changes, and wait for the Jade Emperor to make a move, and wait for the opportunity.

The weapon...but it will fall on the three-headed Bibojiao behind the dragon.

Although in the words of the great witch priest, this alien species has disappeared, but in Yang Jian's view, there will be at least one in the world, waiting for him to capture it.

But how can this poisonous dragon turn into a long spear?

He doesn't know the method of refining weapons, and he doesn't have the supernatural power to create all things.

After being unable to find the three-headed Bibo Jiao, he pounced on it and beat him violently, until the Jiaolong was convinced and willingly turned into a long spear...

If such a weapon was given to him for nothing, he would not dare to use it to fight against others!

Could it be that there is a certain part of the body of the three-headed Bibo Jiao that looks like a long spear?

Yang Jian's thoughts were running wild, the corners of his mouth twitched...

After walking for two days, Yang Jian came to the East China Sea Dragon Palace again.

He parked the fairy boat on a deserted island, which happened to be the small island where he met Xiao Lan again, and asked the Twelve Commanders to retreat and practice here, and then he broke through the waterway and went to the Crystal Palace.

Coming back this time, Yang Jian's treatment is obviously different, which is a world of difference compared to last time.

There is a hundred miles of water away from the Dragon Palace, and there is a long sound of horns ahead. More than a dozen swimming dragons are playing in the sea, surrounding Yang Jian and escorting him to the gate of the Dragon Palace.

More than a hundred clam girls played music and danced on both sides, and many dragon sons and dragon girls came to welcome them. There were even more shrimp soldiers and crab generals than I could count. They all bared their teeth and danced their claws, as if this Dragon Palace was a big pot for steaming crabs and boiling lobsters...

Prime Minister Gui came out of the gate of the Dragon Palace, bowed his hands to Yang Jian, and said, "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Yang for successfully conquering the devil!"

"Senior, you are being polite."

Yang Jian felt a little awkward in his heart, but he just cupped his hands, didn't say much, and followed Prime Minister Gui into the Dragon Palace.

A figure flashed beside him, but it was Ao Ji who came over and winked at Yang Jian.

"Where's Chan'er?" Yang Jian asked.

"Waiting for you in my aunt's palace, I'm so angry that I want you to coax me in person." Ao Ji said a few words with a smile.

Yang Jian couldn't help smiling, but it was like Chan'er's style.

Prime Minister Gui said: "According to the etiquette, it is better to meet His Majesty first..."

"Of course, I still have something to ask the Dragon King," Yang Jian agreed, and went to the main hall of the Dragon Palace with Prime Minister Gui and Ao Ji.

A banquet was prepared above the main hall, and all parties greeted each other. Yang Jian sat above Ao Ji and below the Dragon King, looking like Ao Ji's elder.

After watching the singing and dancing and eating enough water and wine, Yang Jian saw that there was no one else at the banquet, so he stood up, cupped his hands at the Dragon King, and said, "Your Majesty the Dragon King, I have two requests for you."

"Although speaking," Lord Dragon was obviously in a good mood, "You are not someone else, so you don't have to be so alien, just call him brother."

Ao Ji's face suddenly became the bottom of the pot, and there seemed to be a needle under his buttocks. He sat there and kept moving, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Thank you, elder brother," Yang Jian was addressing Ao Xinke according to her seniority, and it wasn't rude to sign the marriage certificate.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea stroked his beard and smiled, nodded in agreement, and said, "Just sit down and talk. One of the two things, is it to ask for the poisonous dragon dragon ball for the witch clan?"

"That's right," Yang Jian nodded, "I received the kindness from the great power of the Wu Clan in the early years, and I should repay it with this matter."

"The poisonous dragon was exterminated by our clan a long time ago, and all its dragon balls were destroyed," said the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea said again: "But it is still a branch of our clan. Although it has committed many evils, I can't bear to cut off its bloodline, so I put a few dragon eggs of three-headed Bibojiao in a remote big world. It is expected that there should be three-headed Bibojiao remaining in the world."

Yang Jian couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and bowed his hands to the Dragon King of the East China Sea, "Please also tell me where the world is, I will get up and look for it later."

"There is no need to worry about this matter. If we talk about finding poisonous dragons, our clan has its own secret method."

"So, thank you, brother."

"You're welcome," Donghai Dragon King asked, "What about the second thing?"

Yang Jian was a little bit hesitant to open his mouth, but he still pulled his face and said: "I want to ask for a weapon, preferably a spear. I am not very comfortable with swords."

"Just that?"

"Yeah!" Yang Jian nodded, looking solemn.

The Dragon King nodded with a smile, and clapped his hands. The clam girls who were playing the music stopped, and the Dragon King said: "I will accompany you on the trip in person, Prime Minister Turtle, and order someone to clean the treasure house and open the door."

Prime Minister Gui was at the side to take orders, just turned around and took two steps, then turned to look at the Dragon King, and asked, "Your Majesty, which treasure house should you open?"

There are also some particularities here.

There are many treasures in the Dragon Palace, and monks all over the world admire it, and many people come to the Dragon Palace to seek treasures.

If those famous disciples from Central China come to the Dragon Palace to seek treasures, the Dragon King will send them away with just a few treasures.

If those powerful people come to the Dragon Palace to seek treasures later, the Dragon King will naturally ask someone to bring some treasures, and let that person choose one, which is considered to be enough face for the powerful people behind them.

But if some people from the dragon clan who dare not offend come to the Dragon Palace to hunt for treasures, the Dragon King sometimes needs to open the treasure house of the Dragon Palace and let people go in and choose.

But how can the real treasure of the Dragon Clan be taken away casually?

Therefore, the treasure house in the Dragon Palace is divided into two parts: 'Ben' and 'Outside'. Outsiders can only enter the treasure house with the word 'Outside'.

When Prime Minister Gui asked this question, he was naturally a little uncertain which treasure house the Dragon King was going to open.

The Dragon King said angrily, "I am elder brother Yang Jian, and Yang Jian is my brother-in-law. Which treasure house do you think should be opened?"

"Benzi, benzi," Prime Minister Gui nodded and bowed in response, trotted all the way out of the hall, and then disappeared.

"Let's go," Dragon King pulled Yang Jian's arm forward, with a friendly gesture, but Yang Jian didn't feel bored.

The Dragon King said again: "Ao Ji, go and ask your brothers to come over together. It's rare to open a treasure house. You can also take some treasures."

Ao Ji was overjoyed, followed behind the Dragon King and Yang Jian, and sent a message to his brothers, telling them to rush to the treasure house.

Yang Jian was pulled out of the hall by the Dragon King, turned to the left, and entered the long and winding corridor.

Speaking of Longzi, Yang Jian suddenly remembered something, that is, Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, had a similar encounter with Lingzhuzi's reincarnation Nezha in the future...

The fifth one is here. Alas, no matter Christmas, this holiday is full of boring words.