The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

This Kong Xuan is really not a power that he can provoke at this time.

Holding the pointed spear, Yang Jian stayed in the air for a while before being coaxed away by Bai Ze's "soft voice".

Frustrated? Can't talk about it.

Before, he was only enraged by Kong Xuan's words of "being a servant for 100,000 years". Kong Xuan made a half move against himself, and it was only a half move. His life was in Kong Xuan's hands for an instant.

On the other hand, Yang Jian dared to fight Kong Xuan regardless of everything, which actually proved Yang Jian's anxiety from the side.

The three-pointed two-edged gun should be born.

As for why this ruthless man didn't kill him, Yang Jian attributed it to his master's face being big enough.

"You are the only Da Luo Jinxian who survived with Kong Xuan." Bai Ze patted Yang Jian on the back, chose a direction at random, and drove away, "Who is Kong Xuan? A descendant of Shifeng, a born strong man, how long have you practiced the Tao? This time, you will gain insights when you go back."

Yang Jian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Senior, I'm fine. I'm not the one who can't afford to lose, but I just feel that I was obsessed with a ghost before and provoked this ruthless person. I really think my life is too long."

"You still know? Hmph!" Bai Ze flicked his dirty sleeves, "If it wasn't for Liuya's sake, I wouldn't want to bother with you bastard! Did Kong Xuan provoke you at will? Back then, the monster clan was in charge of the Heavenly Court, and they were polite to Kong Xuan, and they didn't want to be hostile to him if they couldn't be recruited."

Bai Ze sighed, with nostalgia in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that the five-color divine light can wipe out everything, but they don't know that Kong Xuan's strongest ability is his extreme speed! If he gets ruthless, millions of troops can be wiped out with just a cup of tea. They are really born to kill embryos."

In front of Yang Jian's eyes, the five-color divine light smashed the building boat, and he yearned for it, but felt helpless.

"This phoenix blood, really can only think of other ways."

"This matter, it's not all hopeless," Bai Ze smiled enigmatically, with his hands behind his back, his thin waist straightened, and he looked like a master.

Seeing this, Yang Jian didn't understand the good strategy of this old senior to help him, so he asked with a smile: "Senior, do you still want to use the strategy of diverting the tiger away from the mountain?"

"No, no."

"Oh?" Yang Jian also became interested, and his appetite was whetted by this old man, "Senior, do you have any other good ideas?"

"Of course, go to a town first, I'll buy a few things, and test it for you!"

Divination?

Yang Jian smiled wryly, but with some hope, he continued to toss along with Bai Ze.

They have already fought against Kong Xuan, so there is no need to hide it.

Not long after Yang Jian left, more than a dozen figures hurried over from all directions, and flew to the place where the building and ship were shattered for a closer look.

Half an hour later, hundreds of figures rushed to Mount Yanluo through the clouds and fog.

Kong Xuan naturally didn't know, and maybe he wouldn't care if he knew, and caring didn't mean that he would change his rules of conduct.

Those who offend him will be killed!

The boatload of young talents he casually killed were the underachievers carefully cultivated by the two forces of the Hundred Immortals League and the Tianfang Kingdom. The flashing of the five-color divine light made the thousands of years of painstaking efforts of the two forces go to waste. These figures who rushed over were all angry, and some even cried loudly.

What's even better is that Yang Jian's coming here did not spread even a bit following the destruction of the first-floor ship cultivator.

But all the while, these older generation of monks still remember the tragedy that happened back then - when they chased and killed two little phoenixes, Kong Xuan directly slaughtered thousands of masters.

Now, they could only suppress their resentment, glared fiercely at Yan Luoshan, turned around and flew away.

How could Kong Xuan take care of these monks?

Kong Xuan doesn't necessarily see all the forces in the prehistoric Wubu Continent, let alone the Three Thousand Worlds outside of Wubu Continent.

But this big world where Tianfang Kingdom is located is not an ordinary place, otherwise how could there be a divine phoenix born?

Outside of Wubuzhou, this place has the most complete laws and the farthest Dao inheritance. Many powerful people have left their footprints here, and many masters have retreated in some remote secret places.

Kong Xuan has learned the Tao for a long time, and he is not a human race. Although he acts cruelly, he has no idea what it means to be unpredictable and sinister.

A conspiracy against Chaotian Pavilion quietly unfolded without the knowledge of Yang Jian and others...

In Fang Town next to Yanluo Mountain, Yang Jian and Bai Ze squatted face to face at the corner of the street, looking at a few stones scattered on the ground.

These stones were polished into a half-moon shape, with one side flat and one side curved; Bai Ze dropped, picked up, dropped, picked up these stones six times, and then began to pinch his fingers to calculate.

Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the blood column that sprayed half a foot high...

"Senior, if there is a loss, there is no need!"

"Hey, divination and deduction are two different things. This is my old profession, predicting good and bad luck, determining feng shui, and finding out life and death!" Bai Ze smiled complacently, really not much like his predecessors.

The old god Bai Ze sang a few lines and drew a Taoist talisman. The bluestones trembled slightly, and finally a burst of red smoke rose.

"Good luck! You will get what you ask for, don't worry, just wait!"

Seeing that what Bai Ze said was so certain, Yang Jian was also a little skeptical. He always felt that the old man Bai Ze was a little... unreliable.

"This is my business, and I have to let the seniors take risks for me."

"Calm down, I just don't want you to die for no reason," Bai Ze shook his head and sighed for a while, carefully putting away the few bluestones that he bought with spirit stones.

Seeing this, Yang Jian took out the Luck Sinan and handed it to Bai Ze.

"Senior, if you go to the streets, you still need to have a few treasures that can fool people."

Throw me a peach and give me a plum.

For Bai Ze to help him like this, Yang Jian should also express something; although for Da Neng, the Luck Sinan given to him by Master Taiyi is at most a small gadget, but it is also this gadget that Yang Jianfang can use.

Sending treasures, sending spiritual formulas, sending treasures? It's not suitable, after all, it's a junior.

"It's okay to wait, but I don't know if there will be anything wrong with Wubuzhou," Yang Jian sighed, clapped his hands and stood up.

This pair of young and old, who attracted the attention of many passers-by, walked leisurely on the main road in Fangzhen, shoulder to shoulder and hands behind their backs.

"Second boy, what do you think about the matter of conferring gods?"

Two, two boys?

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, "Senior, you should call me Erlang, Erlang or something, it's too indecent."

"All right, all right, Erlang, tsk," Bai Ze nodded with a smile, "I feel like my grandson."

"Heh, I dare not have such a dishonest elder."

"Which one is not serious?" Bai Ze blew his beard and stared, dissatisfied, "I think I was as handsome as you back then, and the demeanor of the Ten Demon Saints rivaled the Demon Emperor! Although I can tell from my heart, but my appearance is mostly due to deliberate pretense! It's not really downcast!"

"En! En!" Yang Jian nodded seriously.

Don't you want to lose face when you're too old?

Bai Ze cheered up, and asked in a serious manner: "What do you think, Erlang, about the matter of enshrining the gods?"

"Stand and watch."

"Um?"

Yang Jian smiled and said: "This is a catastrophe for the Taoist sect. I don't know how many famous figures of the Taoist sect will fall into this catastrophe. But the catastrophe also has a great opportunity. I am eager to let the magic gun appear in the world, just to fight for that opportunity with more strength."

This foolish and powerful Bai Ze nodded seriously, and said to Yang Jian: "You are right, there is a great opportunity in the catastrophe, and it is also the best opportunity for you to ride the wind, don't miss it."

Just as Yang Jian was about to nod in agreement, Bai Ze seemed to have just regained his composure, and glared at Yang Jian: "Then you still come out and run around instead of going back to stare? Jieyun hides in Nanbubuzhou, and the great calamity should be on top of the change of dynasty. Maybe there will be a change at some point!"

"Nothing." Yang Jian nodded calmly, and said, "I talked with Emperor Fuxi at night by candlelight, and I know something about the funeral. In the next year, nothing major will happen. I just need to go back at the beginning of next year."

Yang Jian also had no way to tell Bai Ze that he knew when the great event of conferring the gods would happen, so he could only use the name of Fuxi.

Anyway, the probability that Bai Ze and Fuxi will meet is very small, and the probability that they will talk about this matter after they meet is so small that it cannot be counted.

When Bai Ze heard Fuxi's name, he couldn't help feeling emotional, saying, "I'm an old man! Alas, my divination skills were actually developed with him back then."

Yang Jian blinked, feeling that he had dug a hole for himself, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Senior feels that how long I wait here will have results."

"Don't worry, within three months."

three months?

Yang Jian thought to himself, in order for the Wujian spear to take shape, even if these three months are wasted here, it's nothing.

He has always acted cautiously and thoughtfully, took three jade talismans, injected them with profound energy, and sent them to the ancient pilgrimage road.

One went to find those dragon masters who were waiting for him, and said that it would be three months, and also told them not to wait any longer.

One is a letter from home, sending many greetings to mother and little Chan'er, telling them that they are experiencing in the great world, so they don't need to worry or look for it.

One, however, was sent to Beiju Luzhou, telling the Wu clan that they had obtained the three-headed Bibolong dragon ball, and asked them to send a master to Tianfang Kingdom to fetch it.

Let the Wu Clan improve their situation one day earlier, and perhaps save a few more Wu Clan teenagers.

"Senior, why did the Lich War start back then?"

Yang Jian picked up a topic at random, and Bai Ze was extraordinarily energetic when he remembered the past, and had a chat with Yang Jian.

The old and the young, they are like two hermits who have seen all the prosperity of the world and now retreat to the mountains and fields. They have settled down in this small town, wandering around every day, drinking and joking.

Walking in the fields, riding the clouds with cranes;

Hunting in mountains and forests, fishing in clear springs;

It's easy to be free without everything, and it's easy to be recognized by no one.

Such a leisurely manner made Yang Jian, who had been tense and hurried all the time, relax in a rare way.

As soon as he relaxed his mind, Yang Jian's cultivation base seemed to be unrestrained, and it soared. Without using the power of the precious blood of the mysterious turtle in his body, Yang Jian actually condensed another fifty-seventh mysterious bead in three months.

Yang Jian also benefited from the previous battle with the two evil dragons; these three months have allowed him to settle down a lot.

He is leisurely here, but in this vast world, because of him, a pool of spring water has been wrinkled, and a disaster surrounding the Yanluo Mountain has already begun to appear...