The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The catastrophe is turbulent, and thousands of immortals travel to Nanzhou.

Many figures sneaked into Nanzhou quietly, looking for their own opportunities; many people avoided Nanzhou far away, wishing to go directly to hide in the three thousand worlds.

If it weren't for the rumors of the prehistoric times, if the catastrophe came and those who should be robbed escaped, the people who deserved the catastrophe would suffer a hundred times and a thousand times the disaster. I am afraid that in the prehistoric five continents at this time, the monks who fled among the three thousand great worlds are already like crucian carp crossing the river.

There is no way, before the catastrophe was triggered, who would have thought that the catastrophe would involve a saint?

When Nuwa got angry, the catastrophe started; if this catastrophe really broke out, wouldn't there be a war of saints?

At that time, what kind of cultivation and what kind of person should be, so that he can protect himself wisely and survive by luck?

At this time, Xianjiao Xianren understood why Yuanshi Tianzun ordered them to find one or two disciples to ward off disasters. The name of disciples of saints really can't be called this time.

Long before the catastrophe came, Guang Chengzi, who explained and taught the Twelve Golden Immortals, together with Chi Jingzi, went to Nanzhou to find apprentices, so he was destined to be a master and apprentice with Yin Hong and Yin Jiao.

But the intention of directly accepting the two princes of the great businessman as apprentices is too obvious, so the two great masters just secretly observed the two sons of Emperor Xin, waited for the opportunity, and accepted them as apprentices to deal with the disaster of becoming a saint.

Yang Jian is not here, and no one knows that these are two white-eyed wolves.

All the immortals followed suit one after another, most of them went to the world to search for it; it is also because the Li family in Chentangguan was prosperous, then Li Jing practiced Taoism in his early years and then became an official in the court.

His eldest son and second son, who were taught by Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun and Samantabhadra at the same time, were trained under his family. Naturally, they will be Jin Zha Mu Zha in the future.

And Ling Zhuzi was also instructed by Master Taiyi to prepare for reincarnation. He chose it himself, and the one to be reincarnated was also Li's family, but three brothers from one family all joined Chanjiao's sect.

In addition, Huang Tianhua, the son of King Wu Cheng of the Great Shang Dynasty, Deng Chanyu, the daughter of Shang Dynasty General Deng Jiugong, Wen Wang Jichang, Wu Wang Jifa, and so on, all the people with profound blessings and inferred to be related to the catastrophe, each have a fairy fate.

All of a sudden, inside and outside the big business was full of excitement, most ordinary people didn't know what happened, and even the Korean, Chinese and Wu didn't know why people from outside and outside came to the door one after another.

But most people would not refuse if there is a fairy fate coming to their door; if they can let their children worship under the door of immortals, even if they don't get immortality, they can prolong their life and live a thousand years, why not?

After that day, the battle of the Conferred Gods was boundless and bloody, but the very first scene was exceptionally harmonious.

That is, one month after Nuwa manifested her dharma body, Jiang Shang and Shen Gongbao, brothers who were old enemies, were led to practice in Yuxu Palace to prepare for their birth.

In Chaoge City, singing and dancing are peaceful;

Within the four seas, undercurrents surged.

The emperor was diligent in government affairs and ambitious. Hearing that the grand master sent troops to Beihai, there were frequent reports of success.

Civil servants and military generals are all loyal and loyal, and they all feel that Shang Tang's foundation will last forever.

But there are also capable people who see the crisis lurking at this time.

The feudal lords are powerful, and in the land of 800 vassals, the common people only hear the orders of the vassals, not the names of the emperors.

If Chaoge's soldiers do not move, the princes will not dare to make any changes, but as long as Chaoge's soldiers rise up to attack, the princes will be ready to move, and the four sides will support each other.

With the catastrophe ahead, the Fangwai monks, who were not interested in political affairs at first, had to study the current situation of the Shang Dynasty.

But many people always felt that Di Xin was a natural born emperor. Although his character was wild and domineering, he would not be in danger of subjugation.

Unless otherwise changed.

But the fate of elucidating teachings lies in Xiqi, and the doom of cutting off teachings lies in Chaoge. Although the way of heaven has not yet manifested, the two sages have already known it in their hearts.

The question is, who will be on the list of gods, and how.

Beizhou Xuanyuan Tomb, Miasma destroys the island in the center of the lake.

Qiong Xiao was still waiting here, but she was too bored and was resting on a gorgeous chariot.

This chariot...is actually a spiritual treasure, and the light around it blocks the miasma of miasma miasma lake, making the girl in yellow lying on it comfortable and at ease.

Lingbao chariot...

There is no one anymore.

"The kid must have been strangled to death, right? He still hasn't come out yet."

Qiong Xiao yawned, took the book slip casually, leaned there and read it quietly.

She seemed to have no scheming, and was simply waiting for Yang Jian to come out to "dividend dividends"; but Yang Jian knew that this great teacher might violently kill people at some point, so he must not blink an eye.

There is a turtle crawling on the island in the center of the lake, its huge figure covers the entire island; but it is just a phantom, not solid everywhere.

At this time, the black tortoise phantom shone with a faint light, and the gray and white miasma in the miasma lake was also sucked into its nostrils little by little, turning into pure energy and resentment, and poured into the hall in the body at the same time.

The starlight in the hall was like a sea, and Yang Jian was still sitting cross-legged on the treasure pool, but only one-third of the precious blood under his body was left, and most of it had been absorbed by him.

Yang Jian was neither happy nor angry at this time, and his face was expressionless; this was not because of his deep concentration, but because of the surprises one after another in the past three months, and there were extraordinary changes every day.

First, the number of mysterious beads increased sharply, reaching an astonishing fifty-six, which directly increased Yang Jian's strength and saved Yang Jian ten thousand years of hard work.

At that time, only one-third of the precious blood was consumed; just when Yang Jian wanted to condense seventy-two mysterious beads in one go, the old man Xuangui said a few words, which made him stop the way of simply accumulating mana and increasing the number of mysterious beads, and pondered hard.

What the old man said was:

"This precious blood can help you open the gate of heaven and earth, and break through the barrier of life and death. Don't waste it all on condensing the mysterious beads. The fifth level of Xuangong warfare is where the qualitative change is. If you can open the gate of heaven and earth, you can take advantage of the wind and transform the dragon."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment.

Let's not talk about why the old man Xuangui is so clear about the Bajiu Xuangong, just mentioning the word "Heaven and Earth Gate" made him feel a lot.

He had expected that at the fifth stage of the profound bead realm, the eighty-nine profound kung fu would be completed with eighty-nine or seventy-two profound bead, which seemed reasonable; but if one wanted to break through the shackles and break the limit, one would need to condense the seventy-third and seventy-fourth profound bead.

What's more, maybe the number of the real Dzogchen of eight or nine Xuangong should be ninety-nine or eighty-one mysterious beads!

Heaven and earth gate, heaven and earth...

Yang Jian seemed to have gained something, so he immediately stopped condensing the mysterious beads, thought for five days, and began to absorb the precious blood in the pool again.

This time, Yang Jian started to re-deduce the first five levels of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

Bath your body with the essence and blood of the black turtle, strengthen your muscles and bones, and increase your strength;

Mysterious blood is regenerated, containing endless profound meanings;

The mysterious energy is full, and there is a black color in the gray, which is more mysterious;

The Xuangang has an extra supernatural power, which can be condensed into a treasure armor to protect the body, which complements the starlight armor and doubles its power.

The first four levels are the foundation, the fifth level is to climb the ladder, the sixth level is to comprehend one's own natal supernatural powers, the seventh and eighth level are the real climbing heights, and walk proudly!

It took Yang Jian more than a month to temper his foundation, and consumed another third of his precious blood.

But then, Yang Jian fell into a kind of epiphany. This is because the Xuangong is perfect and has no regrets, its foundation is solid and flawless, so he has a new understanding.

After half a month of epiphany, when Yang Jian woke up, he did not directly absorb the precious blood of the black turtle, but set his eyes on the other side of the black turtle, in the extremely dangerous miasma lake.

Yang Jian is really daring, relying on absorbing the blood of the black tortoise, he has the same power as the miasma in the miasma lake, and tried to absorb the gray and white miasma in the miasma lake!

This miasma is actually the most dangerous poison of 'melting the Tao', which contains the Tao of the mysterious tortoise. If it is contaminated a little, as long as one's own way is not matched by the Tao of the mysterious tortoise, the foundation will be completely destroyed and disappear in smoke.

But now, Yang Jian has introduced a wisp of gray and white miasma into his palm, and slowly assimilated it with his profound energy, peeling off the resentment, pulling out the Tao, leaving only the power of the black turtle blood in his body.

The old man once said that Miasma Mie Lake has half of the precious blood of black turtles, so Yang Jian certainly didn't want to let it go.

The way of the mysterious turtle is highly poisonous to monks, but it is a tonic for Yang Jian who uses the blood of the mysterious turtle to improve his cultivation.

It's just that the resentment was a bit difficult to deal with, so Yang Jian had to take out some spirit stones and let the resentment attach to them.

The old man Xuangui, who was waiting quietly at the side, made another move, directly drawing streams of subtle grievances into his hands and absorbing them into his body.

"senior……"

"It's okay, I'm complaining, and I'm complaining too." The old man said slowly, "But I have more important things to do than complaining. Don't worry, just accept it."

Yang Jian sighed in his heart, bowed his hands to the old man, and continued to absorb the gray-white miasma in Miasma Lake.

Only then did miasma gas continuously flow in and out of the nostrils of the black turtle on the island in the middle of the lake.

This time, the power of the precious blood of the black turtle that Yang Jian extracted from the miasma, as well as the precious blood that he kept under his body, were all deposited in various parts of his body.

The old man's words really woke him up.

The precious blood of the black turtle is a great tonic for Yang Jian, and it is a powerful medicine. This powerful medicine is most used to attack the checkpoints, not to gather mysterious beads and accumulate practice.

As long as Yang Jian practiced steadily, seventy-two mysterious beads could be condensed in a long time; but if there is not enough backing force to support the pass, it will be a disaster!

The previous two-thirds of the precious blood in the pool had given Yang Jian a leap in strength. Yang Jian wanted to store more power of the mysterious turtle's precious blood in his body and use it in the future.

Gradually, there was a feeling of fullness everywhere in the body, Yang Jian began to try to compress the power around the body, and the skin all over his body showed a jade color, with a different kind of demeanor.

Three months after entering this place, the treasure pond dried up, and the Miasma Lake shrank by one-third.

Yang Jian has saved enough that he can't save more than half a cent, his body is full of overflowing, if he wants to, he can directly condense more than ten new mysterious beads in a short time.

Is this power enough to break through the gate of heaven and earth and pass the barrier of life and death?

Yang Jian comprehended Xuan Gong, but what he got was a negative answer.

"Have you practiced well?"

The old man's voice came from behind, and Yang Jian hurriedly jumped aside and bowed to the old man.

"Thank you for your success, senior."

"It's not me who made you perfect," the old man looked at the empty hall, and said calmly, "It was the saints who shot and killed me back then. You have already taken all the treasures here, so this one should be handed over to you according to their orders."

Yang Jian couldn't help being taken aback.

'who are they?

Is it the saints who killed the mysterious turtle and arranged this place?

For what purpose did those sages and lords leave behind the legacy of the mysterious tortoise?

The old man tapped lightly on Yang Jian, and an ordinary iron plate floated over and landed in Yang Jian's palm.

On this iron plate, there is a somewhat complicated word '九' written, but I don't know what it means.

"Hold it, let's take more variables in the future... This day, this place, is waiting for you to move forward..."

The words of the old man Xuan Gui gradually became a little vague, and Yang Jian was in a trance for a while. When the situation came again, where would the old man and the stone palace still be?

He was standing in a gray mist, wearing a short jacket covering his entire body, carefully comprehending the words he heard just now.

I'm afraid, there are many more things.

Yang Jian looked at the iron plate in his hand, shook his head, put it in his belt, and waited to find out later.