The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

[Wrong number of chapters, Chapter 240]

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The masters of the Dragon Clan waited for Yang Jian in the clouds, they obeyed their orders, and they dared not urge him in the slightest.

According to Yang Jian's instructions, they burned the bodies of the three Bibolongs in the void, turning them into strands of vitality, filling this small thousand world.

In fact, this old dragon is full of treasures, but firstly, it is in front of the elders of the dragon clan, and secondly, it regards this old dragon as his opponent. Yang Jian couldn't bear to destroy it to get treasure, so he just let the dragon clan masters burn it.

But he said that after resting for half a day, he took out the Qintian Baojian again, and according to the method taught by his master, he activated the treasure mirror, connected with the way of heaven, and searched for what he was looking for.

For a moment, the disc with the gossip on it flew out into rings, crossed and rotated, and turned into a ball, floating on it in the direction of the sky, and there was an evolution of life and death.

After a while, a ray of light shot into the center of Yang Jian's eyebrows. Yang Jian closed his eyes and looked at it, feeling overjoyed.

He saw a mountain forest, full of exotic flowers and fruits, and trees that he had never seen before. There were two divine birds with colorful feathers soaring and playing in the air...

When he opened his eyes, Yang Jian knew where it was and what those two birds were.

It was in a Great Thousand World, starting from here, a complete road map appeared in the mind; this Great Thousand World is very vast, well-known in the prehistoric, there are many masters living in seclusion here, but it is far away from the prehistoric Wubu Continent.

In this vast world, there is a country named Tianfang, and a mountain named Yanluo. There are two divine birds on that mountain, which rule the land for thousands of miles in all directions. They have just sublimated their bloodline ten thousand years ago and turned into the divine phoenix bird.

This divine bird seemed to be protected by someone powerful in the dark, so it lived peacefully on Mount Yinluo, and the news of the birth of the divine phoenix bird did not spread to all directions.

Yang Jian looked at the Qintian Baojian, which had recovered to the shape of a disc in front of him, and couldn't help admiring the treasure's strength twice from the bottom of his heart.

The treasures made by Emperor Fuxi before his reincarnation are already so heaven-defying, so how terrifying is the ability of Emperor Fuxi himself...how deduced?

No wonder he dared to say that the first person to be deduced under the sage, and gossip together, has reached the pinnacle.

Yang Jian solemnly put away the Qintian Baojian, and remembered the pattern of the route to the Fang Kingdom in his heart; after doing this, his profound energy and profound handle had been fully recovered.

Although Yang Jian tried his best to control the power of the precious blood of the black turtle contained in his body from turning into profound energy, there was still a small amount of power of the precious blood to help him restore his cultivation, which was wasted for nothing.

Yang Jian has nothing to do about it, he can't stop competing with others before he condenses seventy-two mysterious beads, and now there is a catastrophe ahead, and there is no way to avoid it.

"Second Lord," an old man with a dragon's head fell in front of him, and said, "There is nothing wrong with this place, do you want to return?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, took the pointed spear in his hand, and said without telling the old man, "One last treasure is needed to refine this magic weapon. You go back first, and I will go get it right away."

The old man with the head of the dragon pondered a few times, he thought a lot, and said: "I was ordered to protect the second master, and I will return with the second master. If you want to restore the magic weapon, there must be difficulties and ups and downs, and I will go with you."

But Yang Jian said with a smile: "If it were something else, I would invite you all to go with me. But the last treasure is the blood of the phoenix. It is better for you seniors to return first."

"Oh? The second master was able to find the Feng family?" The old man with the dragon head was shocked, "They still have members of the family alive!?"

Yang Jian smiled without saying a word, looking at the old man with the dragon head.

He told the truth because he had great trust in the Dragon Clan; and he didn't let the Dragon Clan accompany him, but he was also considering the Dragon Clan.

In the first tribulation of the dragon and the phoenix, both sides were hurt, but the grievances between the two clans have not been resolved, and the enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. If the two fight, it will just damage the luck of the dragon clan for nothing.

Moreover, Yang Jian just went to get the blood of the phoenix, and didn't have to kill the two divine birds.

It is not easy for the phoenix to reappear. Yang Jian is willing to exchange the treasure for the blood of the bird, and he does not want to kill the last pair of phoenixes in the world.

The old man with the dragon head thought about it, nodded cautiously, and said to Yang Jian: "The Feng family is so stubborn, conceited, arrogant and conceited, Second Master, please be careful. If things fail, please don't act recklessly."

"Senior, don't worry, I'll take care of myself."

"So, let's go on the same road with the second master first, and when the second master needs to change the road, we will wait in the ancient pilgrimage road."

Yang Jian nodded and agreed, and did not make it difficult for the old man of the dragon clan.

Before leaving, he glanced at the mountains and rivers of this small world, but when he looked down from the sky, he saw that the landform of this small world had changed a little because of his previous war, which was a bit embarrassing.

I don't know when, he has also reached the point where he has to worry about whether he will smash the prehistoric land when fighting with others.

After the Xuanzhu is condensed and passes through the gate of life and death, he may be able to truly soar into the sky and become a real master...

"Let's go."

The masters of the dragon clan formed an formation here, and flew Yang Jian and others into the ancient pilgrimage road with the light and shadow dragon boat.

After flying on the ancient road for about half a day, Yang Jian bid farewell to a fork. Many dragon masters already knew what Yang Jian was doing, and they said that they were waiting for Yang Jian's return in the nearby Great Thousand World.

Yang Jian naturally agreed, turned around and walked forward, remembering all the paths he had traveled along the way.

The Dragon Clan would never do sneaky stalking, not to mention that even if they saw the Phoenix Clan, they would restrain themselves and would not lightly start a war.

Although the Feng Clan has disappeared for many years, the descendants of the Feng Clan also have many masters in the prehistoric times, such as Kong Xuan, who can wipe everything in the world with colorful light, and the golden-winged roc, who dares to overthrow the world with his golden wings, all of them are masters of the Feng Clan.

The dragon clan lives in all over the world, and the phoenix clan is silent and undead volcanoes. This is a prehistoric legend and an ancient myth.

In that undead volcano, whether there are still ancient Phoenix clansman left, and how many are left... No one can say for sure.

The dragons are not afraid of bloodshed, but they are afraid of running out of luck. They have worked so hard in the prehistoric world, and only these old dragons know how sad and difficult they are.

Yang Jian stopped and walked on the ancient pilgrimage road, constantly identifying the direction, and deliberately concealed his figure.

Halfway through the journey, something strange came from the black turtle belt; Yang Jian found a small world full of oceans to rest, and looked at the precious jade on the black turtle belt that kept the living things.

The situation inside can be described as flying like chickens and dogs, but it couldn't be more appropriate.

A three-foot-tall white-haired dog was chasing a nine-headed rooster jumping up and down in the narrow space.

It's not that the white-haired dog can't catch up with the chicken essence, it just thinks this kind of play is very interesting, and deliberately just barks to scare the nine-headed golden pheasant, and doesn't really bite.

Speaking of the spirits and monsters in the prehistoric world, even if they have nine heads, they are born very harmoniously, especially a monster woman like Xi Meier, who will definitely not let her body be "unbeautiful".

Seemingly aware of Yang Jian's divine sense coming, the nine-headed chicken essence hurriedly shouted: "Shangxian, save me! Shangxian, please spare me! Your precious dog has already sucked all my mana, it's really scary!"

Yang Jian smiled when he heard the words, and looked at the white-haired dog.

It has to be said that the Queen Mother gave him two important gifts, one of which was the God-Yun Iron, which is an indispensable treasure for practicing the three-pointed double-edged spear.

One portion is the divine jade that makes Xiaotiangou grow rapidly.

After Xiaotiangou ate the divine jade, his enlightened wisdom quickly matured, and his body also grew rapidly. His own potential was being tapped every day, and his growth was very rapid.

It was another yin and yang coincidence before, Yang Jian threw Xi Meier in front of Xiaotiangou. Ximeier was the essence of chicken, and Xiaotiangou was the king of dogs. There seemed to be some subtle connection between the two. Ximeier's mana was completely absorbed by Xiaotiangou.

Although Xi Meier has lost her mana, her realm is still there. As long as she finds a place where the essence of the sun and moon is abundant and practices for half a year, she can still recover her strength.

But after Xiao Tiangou absorbed these monster powers, his body grew rapidly again. He just woke up before, and in terms of size, he reached the "peak of dog life" of ordinary big dogs.

At this time, Xiaotiangou was already quite mighty, with white hair, full of energy, slender body, but quite vigorous.

"Wow!"

Xiao Tiangou barked twice energetically, but fortunately he didn't speak out directly, otherwise Yang Jian would definitely find it very weird.

He took out the Xiaotian dog and threw it into the sea to let it play freely. Yang Jian looked at the nine-headed chicken and said, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

When he arrested Xi Meier, he originally had the idea of ​​'if the phoenix cannot be found, then use her to find a way to activate the blood of the phoenix clan to refine the sharp spear'.

Now that the whereabouts of the divine bird of the phoenix have been found, but the blood of the phoenix has not yet been obtained, Yang Jian is not in a hurry to get rid of this monster.

"Shangxian, spare me! I, I naturally want to live..."

Yang Jian said coldly: "Then let me ask you, what kind of tricks did you and your sister play in Nanzhou?"

"I……"

Without Xiao Tiangou absorbing her demonic energy, Xi Meier gradually accumulated weak demonic power at this time, and barely made a human figure, lying on the ground with a pale face, with a miserable expression.

"Shangxian, I can't say it, and I dare not say it."

"If you don't say it, both body and spirit will be destroyed."

"But if I say it, it's far from being as simple as annihilation of body and spirit. I'm afraid it will be difficult and difficult for my family to survive."

After Xi Meier finished speaking, she looked forward with a full of sadness.

Yang Jian couldn't help being silent when he heard the words.

It seems that Yaozu not only respects Empress Nuwa, but also fears them.

He is a saint after all.

He didn't pay attention to Xi Meier any more, and wanted to get closer to Xiao Tian Quan. When he drove the cloud to leave this small world, he also took Xiao Tian Quan with him and flew along the ancient pilgrimage road together.

At this time, the Xiaotiangou's strength is really difficult to define, but it is extremely psychic. It sticks to Yang Jian's side and rubs affectionately all the way, but keeps hanging its tongue, looking at the magnificent scenery around.

Walking along the ancient pilgrimage road, you can meet one or two figures in about half an hour, either being overtaken by Yang Jian, or coming from the opposite side, most of them are human monks.

After walking for more than a day, with Yang Jian's foot strength, he has already covered more than half of the journey, and the Great Thousand World is not far ahead.

Yang Jian took the dog with him, and the dog stuck out its tongue, flying joyfully along the ancient pilgrimage road; a streamer of light flew in front of him very fast, and flew past Yang Jian's side very fast, so fast that Yang Jian also looked sideways at it.

It doesn't matter if you look sideways, really... I met someone I know.

"Huh?" There was such a voice in the streamer.

"Eh?" Yang Jian's eyes also brightened, and he became energetic in an instant.

What's this?

Meet old acquaintances in a foreign land, this is it!

"Senior! We meet again!" Yang Jian greeted warmly, but Liu Guang hesitated, but turned back.

When the light faded away, a scruffy old man came out with his hands behind his back and his head held high. He looked at Yang Jian with complicated eyes, and wanted to say something, but in the end he just let out a cold snort and cursed in a strange way:

"You stinky boy, you have not been long, but you are getting more and more capable. How many demon descendants have you killed?"

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, and then remembered that he and the Yaozu were deadly enemies, so he shrugged awkwardly.

"It's not, it's due to fate."

"Hmph!" The slovenly old man snorted coldly, his expression very unkind.