The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The ranks in the Dragon Palace are strict, and the descendants of the ancestor dragons are the lineage of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, and the rest of the dragon clans are respected by the four brothers of the Dragon Kings.

The marriage between Yang Jian and Ao Xinke is almost inseparable at this time, just waiting for Yang Jian to marry; Ao Xinke is the sister of the current Dragon King, Yang Jian has become the son-in-law of Zulong, this generation...

It directly overwhelmed most of the powerful monks in the world.

The masters accompanying the Dragon Clan this time were all to ensure Yang Jian's own safety. There were five elders of the Dragon Clan, ten warriors, and some cultivators belonging to the Dragon Palace.

The Dragon Palace Elder Yang Jian is already very familiar with him, but he doesn't know how to address him; moreover, the other party has been politely calling Yang Jian "Second Lord" this time, which naturally recognizes Yang Jian's identity as the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace.

"Second master is good at leading troops in formation?"

"I was looking for a few books on the art of war to read," Yang Jian replied modestly.

In fact, he has been studying the general outline of the Heavenly Court Battle Formation left by Mo Han, among which there are quite a few battle formation methods used by the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, all of which are the precious foundations accumulated by the Heavenly Court over the years of foreign wars.

What's more, all the grass-headed gods that Yang Jian will have in the future are all descendants of the Wu clan. The Wu clan already has their own tactics and battle formations, so it won't be of much use for Yang Jian to learn more about them.

The elder of the Dragon Clan handed over a jade card with a smile, and said: "This is my wish. The second master is the Marshal of the Heavenly Court. In the future, there will inevitably be times when he leads troops to fight. These are things that must be learned."

"Thank you."

"Why should my family be polite?"

Yang Jian took the jade card over with a smile, glanced at it with divine sense, and felt dizzy for a while.

The battle formations and tactics sorted out by the Dragon Clan are hundreds of times more complicated than the battle formations in Heaven! After all, this Heavenly Court was only established at the end of ancient times, and the Dragon Clan has a solid heritage from the beginning of the Heaven to the present.

Incomparable, incomparable.

While speaking, they had already flown through the void around the prehistoric world, swimming towards the sea of ​​chaos.

The ten dragon warriors shot at the same time, and arranged a thick layer of light film for them to isolate the chaotic atmosphere. Thirty figures were like riding a fast boat, led by a dragon elder, and got into the pilgrimage road.

On the road of pilgrimage, in order to repay the cause and effect of breaking the prehistoric world, the dragon clan opened up a passage in the sea of ​​chaos leading to the great world and the small world scattered in the sea of ​​chaos.

The so-called pilgrimage, of course, is to guide the creatures outside the prehistoric five continents to come to worship the saint. The saint suppressed the prehistoric five continents, and this place has become a sacred place in the eyes of monks from all over the world.

Treasures are everywhere, and blessings are everywhere.

This is the second time for Yang Jian to go out of the wilderness. The last time he was led by his master and traveled directly in the sea of ​​​​chaos. This time, he can enjoy the scenery on the pilgrimage road.

Looking out on the pilgrimage road, you can see the ever-changing gray fog, and you can see the chaotic air surging like a wave.

Occasionally, one can also see glimpses of the vast world, like islands suspended in the sea of ​​chaos, each wrapped in layers of light film, with countless creatures on them.

The land of the prehistoric five continents, together with the innumerable great thousand worlds and small thousand worlds, is the complete prehistoric world, and it is also the entire scope governed by the prehistoric way of heaven.

"After the prehistoric world was shattered, the sages and the mighty took action one after another, and refined all the worlds with great supernatural powers," the elder Longshou said in a gentle voice, his eyes were full of emotion, as if he had seen those scenes with his own eyes.

Maybe, I actually saw it with my own eyes.

Yang Jian asked curiously: "Is today's prehistoric Wubu Continent as the main body, or these Great Thousand Worlds as the main body? I think, including the creatures of these Great Thousand Worlds, there are more than a hundred times more than Wubu Continent!"

"Hahaha," Elder Longshou laughed, "That's not how it is calculated. The prehistoric luck is still in Wubuzhou. There are six sages suppressing it. The Great Thousand World can only be attached to Wubuzhou."

Yang Jian nodded, feeling quite helpless about this.

He wouldn't foolishly talk about 'people-oriented'. He simply felt that there were many irrational things in this prehistoric world.

For example, in practice, the cultivator seizes the opportunity to integrate the heaven and the earth into one body, and he is a thief between the heaven and the earth.

Another example is the distinction between immortals and mortals. In the eyes of most practitioners, mortals cannot be killed because they are afraid that they will accumulate karma and delay their practice, and the heavens will punish them in the future.

In the eyes of mortals, practitioners who come and go high and high are also gods and gods. They are different from them, and they are also high and cannot be clinged to.

This is not right, in Yang Jian's view, this is not right.

All living beings are living beings, and they do not change because of fate or luck. Ordinary people, monks, powerful men, and beggars are actually spirits living in this world.

Yang Jian thought of this and sighed softly.

In today's prehistoric world, fists are truth, and magic power is justice.

A saint is invincible, so a saint is a saint; if one day the saint is knocked down from the altar, shouldn't this ancient pilgrimage route also be renamed?

"Look at that," the dragon-headed old man suddenly became agitated and pointed to the left.

Yang Jian looked up, with a solemn heart and a serious face.

He saw nine incomparably magnificent dragons, one dragon biting the tail of the other dragon, and the incomparably huge body extended into the chaotic sea.

this……

"In the chaotic sea, yin and yang are disordered, and the universe is unknown. On the ancient pilgrimage road, sometimes you can see the remnants of the past."

The explanation of the old man with the dragon head in this way immediately confirmed what Yang Jian thought in his heart.

The ancient pilgrimage road is like this, built from the body of the ancient dragon little by little!

For the continuation of the Dragon Clan, for the last possibility of washing away the karma of the broken prehistoric, for the children of the Dragon Clan to continue to survive in this world, the Dragon Clan paid such a painful price.

Endless ancient pilgrimage road, how many keel bones and how many dragon souls were buried!

Yang Jian sighed, and didn't make any comments on the ancient things, but felt that this was inexplicably tragic, and he also understood a little bit more about the forbearance of the Dragon Clan today.

It is not easy to get, so cherish it very much.

On the ancient pilgrimage road, there will always be streams of light passing by, which are the tail lights left by the monks or the treasure ships driven by the monks.

Enjoying the scenery along the way is actually not boring. Sometimes they use escape methods and sometimes change directions. After walking for almost three days, the group finally stopped.

"Second Master, we have to go for a period of chaos ahead," Elder Longshou said with a smile, "We'll be there soon."

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded, and a group of people rushed out from a side door left by this section of the ancient road, ups and downs in the sea of ​​chaos for a while.

Only by becoming a Golden Immortal can one barely resist the power of chaos to 'dissolve' one's own way, and only by becoming a great Luo can one swim in the chaos and find the direction one wants to go.

Yang Jian tried it himself, and found that he would not get lost in the sea of ​​chaos, but because of the limited cultivation of the primordial spirit, he couldn't search too far, so he was basically half-blind.

Fortunately, there were experts from the Dragon Clan accompanying him, he just went through the motions, went to find the poisonous flood dragon, and then "walked the way for the sky".

Not long after flying, the clouds and mist in front of him rolled, and in the gray mist, there was a golden light flashing suddenly.

It was a ray of the essence of the sun star, which crossed the barrier of endless chaos and threw it here.

As long as there is this golden light, it proves that there is a world that can project stars, sun and moon!

Yang Jian's eyes were full of divine light, and he searched forward. Sure enough, he saw a small 'rock' wrapped in gray mist.

As the saying goes, look at the mountains and run dead horses.

They saw where the small thousand worlds were, but they spent two full days trying to fly there, and almost got lost in the sea of ​​chaos!

Finally, they broke into a thin void and looked at the world that was neither too big nor too small.

There is only one land structure here, half of the land is covered by the azure sea water, and the other half is the vast land.

The area near the sea is a plain, it should be a plain created by rivers, the real estate is rich, there are more than a hundred big cities, and the small towns and villages are densely populated and very prosperous.

The farther away from the sea, the higher and wider the terrain, and nearly half of it is covered with mountains and forests.

In the mountains and forests, there are some poor mountains and rivers with many insects and beasts, but there are still human villages; there are also many races and kingdoms that have flourished in the mountains and forests, but their culture is far from that of the human dynasty in the plains.

Probably, this is the epitome of the development of the human race.

Roughly estimated, there are tens of millions of human races here, neither too many nor too few.

Other humanities, history, etc. are impossible to discuss, and these dragon masters and Yang Jian didn't pay attention to these things.

They are here to eliminate poisonous dragons, not to do research.

"Second Master, go to the mountains."

"I have already sensed where the poisonous dragon is," Yang Jian said with a solemn face, "You guys go slowly, I will go first. If there is a fight, please protect those innocent people."

All the masters of the dragon tribe agreed, and the ten generals opened the formation, and Yang Jian stepped out of it, heading towards the place he saw with his divine eyes.

It was only when he entered this world that he realized why Xiaoqian World was Xiaoqian World.

Here, the way is incomplete, the law is lacking, the aura of heaven and earth is thin, and there are only a few monks.

Because Yang Jian is the true guardian of the Taoist sect, he also had a feeling in his heart at this time, and he sensed the remaining Taoist inheritance here.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, because the place he went to was one of these several places of inheritance.

When he flew to a mountain top, he heard the sound of gongs and drums beating below, and looked down, his face suddenly became angry.

"Hmph, what a poisonous flood dragon!"

Gritting his teeth and cursing, he jumped down directly.