The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

That's good? What does this mean?

If understood literally, Qiong Xiao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after learning that he was fine, obviously not wanting to kill himself.

Yang Jian was a little strange, but he was a little more grateful to Qiong Xiao; he felt that this was the real Taoist senior. Although he talked about him in various ways, after he actually appeared, he didn't have any plans for him, and he was still taking care of him.

Yang Jian fell into admiration and a little touch for Qiong Xiao, but this 'illusion' didn't last long, as Qiong Xiao frowned...

"Did you go in? What treasure did you get?" Qiong Xiao hung the golden dragon scissors on his fingers and shook it lightly, humming, "As the saying goes, those who see it have a share. If you dare to enjoy it to yourself, I'll see if you can get out of this big grave!"

Yang Jian:……

"Master, please don't worry, I am able to get this chance today thanks to my care." Yang Jian sighed, "I will send you some treasures later, but please don't bombard the formation, I want to practice in seclusion here."

"Retreat? You are very stable, but you know that the outside is already in chaos." Qiong Xiao seemed to mention a sentence intentionally or unintentionally, "It is about the dispute between the two religions, but I am a little hesitant, whether to seal you here."

When she said this, she didn't mean to speak harsh words. As one of the three Xiaos, a well-known ruthless person, she definitely had this ability.

"Uncle Master, please be merciful." Yang Jian cupped his hands, not showing any timidity, "Uncle Master will never bully me with force, as the saying goes, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, if you want to deal with me, three generations of disciples who stopped teaching will be enough."

"Bah!" Qiong Xiao pinched her waist and scolded: "If those bastards can have half of your black heart and half of your fighting spirit, why am I like this!"

Yang Jian was silent for a while again, as if he couldn't answer these words.

On the left and right, the master is nearby, maybe he has already discovered the predicament he is facing.

"Everything, please wait for me to go out from the treasure land before you talk about it. Please be merciful to the island guarding formation." Yang Jian smiled wryly and made a bow, "Yang Jian must remember today's love."

Qiong Xiao's big eyes were rarely thoughtful, then nodded slightly, and said: "I won't do anything to spoil your practice, but if you don't have a good baby to respect you after you come out, hum!"

"I'll save it, Master Uncle don't worry."

Just like that, Yang Jian temporarily stabilized the evil spirit outside with a few words.

It stands to reason that when the sage got angry and the catastrophe came, Qiong Xiao should have rushed back to Sanxian Island early to avoid it, and stayed with her sisters to deal with the catastrophe that did not know when it would come.

But Qiong Xiao still stayed here, standing outside the small island, in the miasma lake, waiting quietly for Yang Jian to break through and come out.

What she was thinking, what purpose she had, or if she really wanted to suppress Yang Jian here... It's probably unknown.

The formation is no longer turbulent, and Yang Jian can finally practice with peace of mind.

The old man Xuangui didn't care about the conversation between him and Qiong Xiao, but just waited quietly, and when the matter was over, he closed the magic circle control panel, and led Yang Jian to the last place in the temple, which was also the most precious place.

pool of blood.

"Xuangui is like me, but not as good as me. Xuanyuan is like me, but not as good as me."

The old man sighed softly and said a few words, looked at Yang Jian, and said, "If you cultivate your body, you will be able to maximize the power of this pool of precious blood. But before entering the pool, you need to ask me back."

"Senior, please speak."

"The death of the black turtle has another secret. The demon master Kunpeng alone dare not touch the mysterious beasts that suppressed Beizhou." The old man spoke slowly, as if he was talking about something inadvertent, "Xuanyuan asked you to seek revenge on Kunpeng, but I said, you don't have to keep this matter on your mind. In future catastrophes, you will have a chance to see Kunpeng. You need to remember that Kaihong Xuanzhu is of great importance and must be taken back."

Although Yang Jian couldn't understand what the old man Xuangui said, he knew that it was a prehistoric secret beyond his reach.

At the moment, he just bowed his head and said 'yes', keeping this matter in his heart.

What will happen in the future, you have to go to the future to know, Yang Jian only wants to have a clear conscience, he only knows that when the Xuan Gong is completed, there will be a battle with the Kunpeng Demon Master, that's all.

He doesn't understand the general trend of the world and the secrets of the prehistoric world at this time, and he doesn't have much curiosity.

When your own strength reaches, you will naturally understand.

According to what the old man Xuangui said, Yang Jian put away the light yellow robe and the black turtle belt, took off the clothes he was wearing, leaving only the close-fitting shorts, let loose his long hair, and walked towards the pool of precious blood.

This pool is only one foot square, three feet deep, the precious blood in it is bright red, it doesn't seem to contain half aura, just like the blood of ordinary mortals.

But the longing and longing in Yang Jian's heart proved the extraordinaryness of this pool of precious blood.

"All the mana left by the black tortoise turned into the miasma that filled Beizhou. Half of the flesh and blood of the black tortoise turned into the miasma in the tomb, and half of it stayed here, in this pool."

The figure of the old man Xuangui appeared opposite the treasure pond, and the old man's voice seemed to be filled with joy that had not been seen for a long time.

Yang Jian nodded solemnly, and did not directly enter the pool. He supported himself with profound energy, sat cross-legged in meditation, and floated above the treasure pool.

Seeing this, the old man finally showed a little smile.

No matter who it is, they probably don't want to see their own blood being 'bathed' by others.

Yang Jian sat down cross-legged, and began to try to mobilize the power of the precious blood of the mysterious turtle contained in the treasure pool under him; as soon as this thought came, something strange happened in the Bajiu Xuangong, five small whirlpools of mysterious energy condensed under him, behind him, in front of him, left and right, and the treasure pool under him suddenly boiled.

The colorful glow is like a rainbow, constantly surging in the treasure pool.

Yang Jian sat there waiting quietly, and at the same time sank into his precious body wholeheartedly, subtly controlling every joint in his body.

Five pure and abundant forces surged at the same time, Yang Jian's treasured body burst into rays of light, and dozens of mysterious beads in his body were lit up at the same time!

The big bones contain precious light, and the heart and lungs contain the spirit.

Condensing Tao to cast flesh and blood, I am called a god in the wild!

The blood was surging, and Baochi was like a crater that had accumulated anger for many years. Seeing that endless power was about to spew out towards Yang Jian, the old man standing by the pool gently raised his hand, and Baochi suddenly 'calmed' down.

The power of this precious blood was originally supposed to be a huge wave, but now it has become a trickle, which does not hurt Yang Jian at all, and pours towards Yang Jian's body.

This can be regarded as a reward for Yang Jian not to use his own precious blood, and it saves Yang Jian from a period of heart-piercing suffering.

On the short hill outside Xuanyuan Tomb, Master Yuding, who was studying the gossip disk in his hand, glanced into Xuanyuan Tomb, with a slight smile on his lips, and then immersed his mind in the gossip disk in his hand.

What is this disk, if it is not Qintian Baojian?

I don't know how Master Yuding got it, but there must be a big battle; after all, such a precious treasure, no one will give it up easily.

At this time, all the big demons in Xuanyuan's tomb have gone to Nuwa's palace to obey orders, leaving only a few little demons to guard in the cave, and the previous battle to besiege Yang Jian has already been destroyed with Nuwa's sacrifice of the demon banner.

Master Yuding naturally felt relieved at this time, Yang Jian had already begun to absorb the precious blood of Xuan Gui, and this great fortune finally fell on his apprentice.

"Which place is this place?"

Master Yuding calculated in his hands, and spit out the word "four", with a little nostalgic expression on his face.

What is he remembering?

But no one else knows.

Yang Jian got Xuan Gui's precious blood, at least it would take thirty to fifty days to absorb it completely.

Although 30 or 50 days in the wilderness is nothing, and Da Neng sees it as a fleeting moment, but at this moment, there are turmoil everywhere in the wilderness, the power of catastrophe has merged into the land of Nanzhou, and all the monks are frightened.

What happened in the past thirty to fifty days is countless, one after another.

First, the group of demons in Nuwa's Palace paid homage. The Nuwa Empress did not know what she ordered to the demon clan. After returning to the place where they practiced, all the demons immediately closed the mountain.

According to legend, the contemporary emperor Xin of the human race wrote poems to slander the manners of the saints.

This is just a rumor among the monster clan, and no one knows the specifics.

But this incident sent out a strong signal-the catastrophe of Taoism should be on the human race!

Back then, because of the immeasurable merits and virtues of Nu Wa in creating human beings, she was originally the lowest-cultivated power among the six people who had obtained the primordial purple energy, but she was the first to become a saint.

Sanqing saw the human race and also understood his own path, so he established three religions and became holy one after another.

Among them, Interpretation, Intervention, and Renjiao all mentioned "guarding" the human race when they established the religion, so they took advantage of the luck of the human race to become holy one after another and became the three masters of the Taoist sect.

Leaving aside those two from the Western religion, that is another method of proving the Tao.

But it is said that the Three Religions mentioned protecting the human race, but before and after the prosperity of the human race, they did not play much role, which meant that they accepted a few direct disciples of the human race, which created a disaster for the Taoist sect.

Now the great catastrophe was manifested at the request of the Jade Emperor, and it fell on the head of the Daoist sect, but it was carried out in the secular world of the Nanzhou human race...

One drink and one peck, it can only be said that there is a way of heaven.

A lot of elucidating and interpreting powers set their sights on Nanzhou, and began to think hard about where to start.

There have always been great opportunities to hide in great catastrophes, and this time, of course, is no exception.