The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, in many myths and legends in Yang Jian's memory, is a character who can be manipulated by others, bullies the weak and fears the hard, at best he bears the burden of humiliation.

But after arriving in Honghuang, Yang Jian felt more and more that the dragon clan was unfathomable, and the Dragon King was not that simple.

The son of the ancestral dragon, the oldest elder of the Dragon Clan, the current patriarch of the Dragon Clan, led the Dragon Clan to lurk all over the world, went through one great world after another, and experienced disasters again and again.

Compared with the Feng clan who shared the responsibility of destroying the prehistoric world with the Dragon clan back then, except for Da Neng Kongxuan and Golden Wing Dapeng, two well-known descendants of the Feng clan who occasionally heard rumors, they have long since disappeared.

The dragon clan chose to live with forbearance, only caring about luck, not about appearance.

According to the decree of the heavenly court, the dragon clan is responsible for raining in the prehistoric land. If there is a delay or a slight delay, the dragon clan that rains will be severely punished by the heavenly court, and even go to the beheading platform.

But Dragon Palace has never complained, and never offended Heaven because of this matter, allowing Heaven to use their dragon clan's worthless heirs to stand up.

But if this kind of thing is placed in other big clans and big sects, I am afraid that they will have already fought to the death with Heavenly Court...

Thinking of this, Yang Jian felt in his heart that the situation of the Dragon Clan for countless years may not be any better than that of the Witch Clan. Although the descendants of the Wu clan are not allowed to practice, they are still not something that Heavenly Court can control.

The fighting power of the Dragon Clan is innumerable, but they can only dormant...

As he walked, Ao Ji felt that the two 'elders' in front of him seemed to have something to talk about, so he deliberately lagged behind by dozens of steps, casually looking at the scenery of his own home.

"Brother," Yang Jian asked from the side, "I want Heaven to save my mother, is there a good way to help me?"

"Don't rush, just wait for the right time," Ao Guang said, holding Yang Jian's arm loosely, with his hands behind his back, "It's a good thing to have a calm mind; but occasionally you should have the spirit of a young man, don't learn from me."

"Spirit?" Yang Jian frowned.

"Yes, spirit," Ao Guang nodded with a smile, and the pair of dragon eyes on the dragon's head looked at Yang Jian, "I see that when you act, every step is calculated, and every step is too calm, but it doesn't have to be so."

Yang Jian froze for a moment, and nodded slowly as if he had gained something.

spirit...

Do you want to learn from that monkey? In a rage, he went to heaven and made a fool of himself, but he still couldn't escape the scheme of the chess player.

Forget it, find the right opportunity and act on your will.

Yang Jian smiled, sighed in his heart, put the matter in his heart for the time being, and asked Ao Guang: "Miss Ao... Is Xin Ke congenitally impaired?"

He has already called Lord Long's 'elder brother', and calling Miss Ao is too unfamiliar. Now that the marriage contract has been signed and the marriage has been settled, although they haven't communicated much, they are considered unmarried couples, so it's okay to just call them by name.

"Hmm," Ao Guanglong's eyes darkened, as if he remembered the days of war.

Lord Dragon sighed, and said: "I have dozens of brothers and sisters, but Xinke is the youngest, and she just broke her shell before the Yiyuan meeting. Before that, when she was born, she was attacked by the Phoenix clan on my dragon clan's land, which greatly damaged her origin. It is not easy to survive."

Yang Jian asked: "Is there a remedy?"

"Yes, only a saint can."

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slightly, and began to think in his heart.

I'm afraid I have to wait until I really have the 'weight' to talk to the saint before making any plans.

In fact, Yang Jian doesn't dislike Ao Xinke's state at this time. Every time she sees how anxious she wants to speak but can't speak, he always wants to tease and bully her more, seeing how cute she is crying.

But Yang Jian heard about Ao Xinke's past in Ao Ji, and felt empathy, as if in her, he saw the lonely shadow of his previous life...

This is the first time I have been a husband, and I don't know what to do for her to make her happy, and feel that I have not been wronged by marrying me.

"It's just ahead," Ao Guang said softly, and Yang Jian looked up.

This place is a slightly remote garden in the Dragon Palace. Following the corridor, there is a 'rockery' at the end of the corridor.

The Dragon King pointed out a ray of light, and two doors of light slowly appeared in the rockery. After the Dragon King said please, Yang Jian followed in a daze.

I was really shocked when I went in.

There are many formations here, each of which is a solid mystery that Yang Jian has never experienced.

The gate of light is formed by the overlapping of more than a dozen formation exits. If there is no brilliance pointed out by the Dragon King, no one else will have to enter this treasure house unless a saint invites them.

Walking through the gate of light, Yang Jian felt as if he was in the sea of ​​stars, and the sky was full of stars twinkling, which vaguely covered the principle of the change of stars in the sky.

There was a smooth water surface under his feet, and when his steps fell, there were slight ripples that swayed away for an unknown distance, and finally gradually disappeared.

Looking up and looking forward, I was completely at a loss, between the stars and the sea, going round and round, mysterious and unpredictable.

Tick, tick...

"The treasury is behind you," Ao Guang's voice came from beside him. Only then did Yang Jian regain his concentration in the endless sea of ​​stars, and couldn't help admiring.

"Good place."

The Dragon King smiled noncommittally, and waited for Yang Jian to turn around and lead him to the 'island' that exudes a faint moonlight.

The island seemed to be far away, but Yang Jian walked four or five steps, and unknowingly stepped on the white jade stairs on the edge of the island.

Objects are suspended on both sides of the stairs, all of which are hidden in the dense treasure aura, but there are dozens of treasures on both sides of the stairs.

"There are many spiritual treasures hidden here," the Dragon King said with a smile, "but the treasures have spirits, and you can only get them if you have a destiny."

Yang Jian nodded, not being dazzled by so many treasures, his eyes were still clear, looking at several 'long' weapons.

A long halberd, black all over, about two feet long, exuding bursts of fierce power, with dark red blood stains on the sharp point, I don't know what it has killed before, its blood is eternal.

A long spear surrounded by bursts of fairy clouds, the whole body is snow-white, with fine lines on it to increase the grip strength, and the red tassel next to the tip of the spear is as red as blood.

Another purple spear...

Yang Jian walked through the steps in a row, but didn't pay attention to any objects.

It's not because they think that what's on the outside is not a good thing. The treasures here are all based on personal fate. Even if they are not spiritual treasures, there is a little spirituality in them, and they can easily transform into spiritual treasures.

But Yang Jian didn't like it very much, and felt that something was missing.

Finally, he saw a long stick, which was as dark as a fire stick, but exuded a burst of fierceness.

"Brother, may I weigh it?"

"You can do whatever you want." Ao Guang made a gesture of invitation, and Yang Jian stood in front of the long stick, raised his hand to hold the black stick, a wave of warmth penetrated into his palm, and was quickly assimilated by the profound energy.

Yang Jian shook slightly, feeling that it was quite easy, and then made two slashing gestures, frowning.

"How?" Ao Guang asked with a smile.

"It's too light," Yang Jian sighed, patted the stick, and put it back in place.

The black stick trembled slightly, giving off a slightly depressed breath, as if explaining that the person who refined it had used the wrong immortal wealth, so the weight was slightly lighter, so what.

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, this treasure is really spiritual, he cupped his hands and walked aside.

At this time, several figures appeared outside the island, all of them were handsome, handsome young dragon sons, three of whom Yang Jian still knew, having met at the banquet that day.

Ao Ji walked in the back position with an excited face; the other people also looked similar, all eager to try.

"Father," several people saluted the Dragon Lord.

On the contrary, Lord Dragon showed a little power here, saying: "Choose your own, don't be greedy."

"Yes." Several dragon sons agreed, and walked into various parts of the island, but the steps branched out into several other 'branches', obviously because each has its own destiny.

On the contrary, Ao Ji moved his mind, moved to Yang Jian's side, and followed Yang Jian to look over.

Great luck, don't stick to nothing.

"These highnesses, I don't know who are they?" Yang Jian asked.

Ao Ji said: "The ones you don't know are just two, right? One is my ninth brother, and the other is my twelfth brother."

"Oh? Can't other dragon sons enter the treasury?" Yang Jian remained calm and learned that Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon Palace, was not among the visitors.

"This also depends on aptitude and cultivation," Ao Ji explained vaguely, and Yang Jian probably understood.

Then Ao Bing, probably because of his poor qualifications, was not valued by Dragon Palace.

It is true, although being beaten to death by Nezha can still enter the list of gods and serve in the heavenly court, but after all, it is a loss of freedom.

Even if the Dragon Palace wanted to calculate the luck of conferring the gods, it would not be able to get too much luck. It is reasonable to let an unsatisfactory prince go to the heaven to be a canopy star.

"Uncle Yang..." Ao Ji sighed silently in his heart, "Do you have a treasure you fancy?"

"I was looking for some long weapons, and after trying a few, I felt that they were too light."

Ao Ji glanced at Ao Guang who was standing in the distance, and said in a low voice: "You are looking for something heavy. I know there is a good item, but it is still a half-finished magic weapon. It should be placed in a corner or in a pile of debris."

Yang Jian's eyes lit up.

He heard Ao Ji say again: "That thing is very heavy, several times heavier than the Dinghaishen Needle on the west side of my Dragon Palace. I saw that several Dragon Clan elders had to work together to move it."

"What object?"

"Spear? Stick? Just go and see, and I can't recognize it." Ao Ji quickly stepped aside after speaking, as if he hadn't spoken to Yang Jian.

But how could this scene escape the Dragon Lord's dragon eyes? But Lord Long just nodded with a smile and didn't say much, which made Ao Ji slightly relieved.

In fact, it is inconvenient for the Dragon King to introduce Yang Jian one by one. With Ao Ji around, Yang Jian can save a lot of effort.