The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The lottery gold contains the sharpness of the spirit, and the blood of the phoenix and the soul of the dragon cast the magic weapon!

The non-pointed spear, this spear embryo that accompanied Yang Jian to fight everywhere in an incomplete posture, unexpectedly revealed its true form in this Wuchen Realm.

After the catastrophe of the dragon and the phoenix, the black dragon with the immortal soul of the dragon tribe poured out his own efforts to create rare treasures, open the god stone, and intentionally create a spear to slaughter the Phoenix tribe in order to avenge blood.

Obstructed by the way of heaven, it is difficult to form a magic spear. The soul of the black dragon is injected into the embryo of the spear, and it is treasured by the dragon clan in the treasure house of the dragon clan and enshrined for generations.

Yang Jian went into the East China Sea to find the weapon, and was favored by the Dragon King and Dragon Mother. He went to the treasure house to find it. By chance, he got the dragon spear embryo, and the Dragon King sent him off. Yang Jian fought in the prehistoric four continents with the gun.

After obtaining the No-Pointed Spear, his combat power improved greatly, and his profound kung fu skills were brought into full play.

The King of War is famous all over the world.

Fighting against Xingtian, taking the axe in the illusion.

In front of the Zhongtian Gate, he fought against Hui Mou, the general of the Heavenly Court with guns, showing his martial arts skills; when he entered the Heavenly Court, spears and axes followed him left and right.

How many big monsters died under this dragon gun? I have lost count.

At this moment, Yang Jian was full of anticipation in his heart, looking forward to this dragon gun showing its true edge, looking forward to this dragon gun becoming what he had been thinking about all along.

Three-pointed, two-edged, able to command hundreds of soldiers, can fight thousands of troops!

this moment!

Yang Jian watched as the two treasures were melted by the phoenix blood, turned into two beams of light and slowly poured into the flames around the spear body.

An arrogant and domineering fighting spirit slowly drifted away from the gun body.

The Wupointed Spear suddenly began to struggle violently, Yang Jian knew this early on, and jumped into the air directly regardless of the scorching heat of the phoenix blood fire.

Taking a breath, he grabbed the gun body with his right hand, so what about the blood of the phoenix? Even if Yang Jian's palm was set ablaze, it still couldn't make Yang Jian's brow furrow slightly!

The dragon gun trembled violently, and before Yang Jian's palm touched it, it was about to break through the air and go straight away!

"Be careful!" Feng Wu whispered, the wound on her wrist had already healed, her complexion turned a little pale, but gradually recovered.

Although phoenix blood is precious to the phoenix clan, it's not that the phoenix clan can't make blood. If they rest for a while, even if the original source is affected, it is not an irreparable trauma.

In mid-air, Yang Jian had already put his hand into the phoenix fire and grabbed the body of the dragon gun.

The violent trembling of the non-pointed spear turned into a shaking up and down, and a dragon chant sounded, and a black dragon flew out of the non-pointed spear, entrenched at an unknown height, and those dragon eyes glared at Yang Jian.

Hum——

The silent rhythm spread, and the light in Yang Jian's eyes bloomed. A taming and resistance happened only with the snap of fingers.

"Senior is dead, this gun has long been entrusted to me!" Yang Jian shouted, shaking the phantom of the blue dragon away!

After the blue dragon dispersed, a lighter black dragon's head floated out of the gun body, staring at Yang Jian with both eyes, the ferocious and hateful voice was harsh and made the scalp numb.

The black dragon opened its mouth, but in a slightly obscure tone, it shouted in Yang Jian's ear and in his heart at the same time:

"Kill the Phoenix Clan! Kill them all! Kill!"

"The past is gone, and the ancient Phoenix Clan no longer exists!" Yang Jian's voice was calm but filled with arrogance, "From today onwards, this spear will accompany me to fight in the heavens and the world. If I encounter the Phoenix Clan and do evil, I will kill it!"

As the words fell, the dragon spear shook violently, and the black dragon's head was full of unwillingness. It raised its head and roared, as if it was about to break free from Yang Jian's hands.

"senior!"

Yang Jian shouted loudly, the dragon gun trembled, and the head of the black dragon became even more ferocious.

"If I don't kill the Feng family, I will never rest in peace!" The black dragon roared angrily, turning a blind eye to Yang Jian's persuasion.

But immediately, the eyes of the dragon head of the black dragon were full of pain again. After sleeping for endless years, waking up is a different thing, and he is neither a dragon nor a ghost. How desolate is that?

This grievance actually locked the black dragon's dragon soul, making it impossible to escape, let alone reincarnation.

"Kill, kill!"

The black dragon's eyes were full of bloodstains, and a wave of evil spirit rose to the sky, changing color all over a thousand miles around!

Yang Jian held the dragon gun tightly and didn't let go, the phoenix fire had gradually extinguished, and the body and tip of the dragon gun were finally formed, and the cold light and sharpness contained on it made Yang Jian startled.

"Oh, why bother, I'm going to save my predecessors."

With the sword finger of his left hand, the fingertips touched his forehead, and the vertical eyes on his forehead suddenly opened!

The whites of the eyes were pale, and the projections of the six reincarnation disks rotated in the pupils, and a divine light shot out, crossing the barrier of time and space, and directly submerged into the forehead of the black dragon's head!

The black dragon dragon's head suddenly became quiet, and his eyes were full of blankness. Although the evil spirit was there, the source of the evil spirit seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare.

In the eyes of the black dragon, it gradually became safe.

A tyrannical spiritual consciousness swept across the world, and the suppression of Yuan Shendao in this world seemed to have disappeared; Yang Jian seemed to be naked in front of this spiritual consciousness, feeling that he was seen clearly.

The dragon's head turned into a puff of smoke, and the smoke condensed into a human form. This human form was first the dragon's head, and then it seemed to be afraid that Yang Jian would be unfamiliar, and then turned into a human man.

The one who forged this dragon spear was not a general, but a scribe. He was well-mannered, dressed in long clothes, with easy-going eyes and a bitter smile on his mouth. He was also quite handsome.

The opening is:

"Is the Great Desolation already so desolate? There is no Tao, the way of heaven is hard to find, and there are only a few monks, so small."

Yang Jian coughed, and made a salute while grabbing the pointed gun. Although his posture was weird, he didn't dare to let go of the gun.

"Senior misunderstood, this is not a prehistoric place, but... a sealed world, if I expected it, it is inside a rare treasure."

"Different treasure?"

Yang Jian smiled wryly and said, "That's right, I was trapped here. Although I forged the Dragon Spear today, I don't know if I can bring this spear to the world."

The black dragon scribe was silent for a while, his eyes swept over Feng Wu who was standing on the ground, and saw the scar on Feng Wu's wrist.

Yang Jian originally thought that the remaining dragon soul of this Dragon Clan senior would attack Feng Wu. This black dragon scribe was definitely a quasi-leader-level power during his lifetime.

And it is such a character, in the catastrophe of shattering the prehistoric desolation, his name was never left behind...

"What kind of treasure is it?"

"Chaos Clock."

"Oh, it's this treasure, no wonder it can change the Dao seal." The black dragon scribe murmured a few words, then sighed softly, and looked at Yang Jian, "Which clan are you from? This body seems to be congenital, not the body of our monks."

From what this senior said, it seems that the Chaos Clock had already appeared during the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation?

Donghuang Taiyi, isn't he the first great power to hold the Chaos Clock?

"Humans, the race born after the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the protagonist of the world at this time." Yang Jian saw the sadness on the face of the black dragon scribe, and his heart moved, and he took the initiative to tell: "Senior, please rest assured that the dragon family is not extinct. At this time, it is also multiplying in the prehistoric world. There are countless dragon sons and daughters in the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas.

"Really?" The black dragon scribe smiled after hearing the words, his eyes gradually calmed down, "It's good, it's good... Sigh, broken prehistoric, endless life, congenital damage, endless resentment. My family can still survive, and I have no regrets in my heart."

Afterwards, the black dragon scribe looked at the ground and said, "What does this female phoenix have to do with you?"

"This is a good friend I met during my training," Yang Jian said hurriedly, "This phoenix is ​​formed from the awakened blood of a spirit bird, and has nothing to do with the phoenix clan in ancient times."

"You don't have to worry, your last obsession was swept away by your divine light just now, I have no intention of killing."

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said, "Senior, do you still have unfulfilled wishes?"

"No," the black dragon scribe raised his hand, and the long spear in Yang Jian's hand turned into a stream of light and flew away, falling into the hands of the black dragon scribe. "This spear can appear in your hands. There is a great chance and a great cause and effect. When I forged this spear, I was blindfolded by the murderous heart, so the heavens blocked it and made this spear pointless."

In the words, the black dragon scribe threw the gun directly into the air. In an instant, the billowing evil energy within a radius of thousands of miles rolled back, and it seemed that it poured into the body of the spear in an instant!

In this world, thousands of thunderbolts slashed down, all of which were absorbed by the spear's shadow.

"See clearly!"

The black dragon scribe shouted loudly, and Yang Jian was full of energy, watching the changes of the spear intently!

The tipless dragon gun has grown a tip!

During Wan Lei's forging, the tip of the spear gradually turned into three points and two blades; the black dragon scribes danced with their sleeves, as if celebrating a sacrifice, all the remaining power of the dragon soul rushed towards the spear!

Three-pointed double-edged gun!

Click!

A thunderbolt slashed down from the sky, piercing through the three-pointed and two-edged gun! The three-pointed and two-edged gun trembled, and Yang Jian's heart felt hot, and he felt a cry that seemed to be there.

"Remember!" The black dragon scholar suddenly looked at Yang Jian, his eyes widened, and his body suddenly exploded!

But his voice still echoes in this world!

"This gun must not be stained with my dragon blood!"

"Remember it!"

Yang Jian yelled loudly, his body soared into the sky like a green onion, and he raised his hand to grab the dragon gun in his hand.

rumbling...

The sky is full of thunder, rolling and moving.