The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

If this place is extremely dangerous, Yang Jian thinks it is not difficult to understand. After all, the fireball has gone through many twists and turns from the outside to the inside, and he has experienced all kinds of flames.

However, not only is there no danger in the hall, but there is also a trace of coolness, which made Yang Jian realize what is "refreshing" from the inside out.

There are colorful lights in the hall, a forest of tall pillars and a paved floor of jade stones. The surrounding layout is extremely elegant, and there are countless gorgeous decorations, but Yang Jian always feels a little weird.

Xianxia cloth made of colorful clouds is hung everywhere, arranged into a long gauze tent; Lingquan water flows in the "ditch" dug out of the jade slab, and white lotus floats on it.

Yang Jian looked left and right, and the stone pillars in the hall were neatly arranged, and Yang Jian could see the front, back, left, and right ends at a glance.

There are many colorful murals on the four stone walls. Looking up, thousands of precious gemstones are inlaid in the dome, shining lightly like stars...

It's a pity that there is less anger.

And when Yang Jian walked to the high platform in the middle of the hall, climbed up the steps along the high platform, opened the curtain that could block the spiritual consciousness, and saw the crystal coffin floating on the dense mist, this feeling was even stronger.

This is not a hall, but more like a tomb.

Who was buried here, and who buried her here?

More respect for the dead is what Yang Jian has been taught since he was a child; he put away his big axe, only holding a three-pointed two-edged gun, and bowed to the crystal coffin on a high place, saying, "Excuse me."

After saying that, he went up the stairs, but he still had to continue to check.

When you get closer, you can see the figure of a woman lying in the crystal coffin. Her long hair hanging down her waist is scattered at the bottom of the crystal coffin, and she can faintly see her slender figure under the gorgeous neon clothes.

To be on the safe side, Yang Jian flew to the dome of the main hall first, took a look at the crystal coffin from above, and was taken aback for a moment.

She's a beautiful woman... there's nothing surprising about that.

What surprised Yang Jian was that this extremely beautiful female corpse actually held a pure black three-legged crow in her arms!

Golden Crow! It really is the Golden Crow!

No, this three-legged crow does not seem to be a corpse; compared with the woman's body, this three-legged crow does not have a trace of death on its body, but there is a trace of death that cannot be dispelled on the forehead of the extremely beautiful female corpse.

Yang Jian got a little closer, using the divine light in his eyes, and boldly speculated in his heart, he finally guessed what kind of thing this three-legged crow was.

Yuanshen fetus.

Just like a snake sloughing off, when the primordial spirit undergoes metamorphosis and sublimation, sometimes it will shed a layer of 'shell', this shell is the 'primordial spirit embryo', which cannot be condensed unless it is a primordial spirit.

The primordial spirit fetus is not a real thing, but it is a precious treasure, which has the effect of preserving and nourishing the remnant soul.

Just like the three-legged Golden Crow that has shed this primordial body, if it is seriously injured that cannot be cured, as long as it has a broken soul, it can be put into this primordial body for cultivation, and the remnant soul will gradually recover.

The Wuchen Realm in the Chaos Clock, the only star in the Wuchen Realm, the 'sun', the stone hall in the center of the fireball, the crystal coffin in the stone palace, the female corpse holding the golden crow primordial fetus in the crystal coffin...

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Yang Jian's forehead, he suddenly thought of some possibility, and carefully looked at the face of the woman in the crystal coffin.

Demon Queen, Xi He? !

Could it be that the person buried here is really the powerful monster clan who lived in seclusion in the demon court in ancient times? The biological mother of the Ten Golden Crow?

The shock in Yang Jian's heart is hard to describe, and when Yang Jian found out that all the heat of this fireball actually came from the crystal coffin and the mysterious magic circle carved under the crystal coffin, he was even more shocked and dumbfounded for a moment.

Then, Yang Jian withdrew and retreated, looking around in the palace.

If Xihe is here, it directly supports his previous guess...

Before his death, the Demon Emperor might have left behind, leaving the Eastern Emperor Bell to his heirs!

Is this the site of the Golden Crow Ten Prince?

Those ten princes dared to snatch the two little phoenixes in front of Kong Xuan, perhaps their strength is not inferior to Kong Xuan's!

From oneself to others, if these ten princes found out that they had disturbed his mother's sleep, they would definitely kill him without saying anything.

While there is no one here, quickly look for clues about the exit of the Wuchen Realm, find clues and leave as soon as possible, these things should not be involved by yourself, so there is no need to get involved.

"What are you looking for?"

Yang Jian was taken aback.

In this empty stone hall, a clear voice was suddenly heard, and everyone was taken aback.

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and looked at the place where the sound came from, full of vigilance, as if he was facing an enemy.

On the steps under the crystal coffin, a young man in brocade clothes wearing a cloak was sitting there, with a normal expression and a smile in his eyes, which made people not feel much hostility.

Ten princes? !

Although Yang Jian was shocked, he wasn't afraid at all. He just felt that the appearance of the 'Ten Princes' was too weird, and there was no movement at all.

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Yang Jian cupped his hands at the young man and said, "Don't you know, Your Excellency? I'm trapped here, so I'm naturally looking for a way out."

"Your Excellency?" The young man smiled, and sat there casually, playing with two orbs in his hands, "This is the first time you call me like this. If you can call me a fellow daoist, I won't ask for more."

"Oh?" Yang Jian wondered in his heart that the ten princes had lost their minds and went crazy, why the first time and the second time, this was obviously their first meeting. But Yang Jian didn't delve into this issue. He just wanted to confirm the identity of the other party. Even if he was killed next, he would at least be a sensible ghost.

Yang Jian asked: "Fellow Daoist, are you from the Golden Crow family?"

"Me?" The young man pointed at the tip of his tall nose, smiled casually, and said, "Of course not."

Not from the Golden Crow family?

Yang Jian asked again: "Senior Lu Ya?"

"Haha," the young man laughed twice, "I've said it all, I'm not from the Golden Crow."

Yang Jian frowned. If the young man's words were to be believed, it would almost prove the argument that 'Lu Ya is the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow'.

Yang Jian asked again, straight to the point - "That fellow Taoist, is that expert who holds the rare treasure of the Chaos Clock?"

"An expert? Hahaha, an expert!" The young man clapped his hands and laughed, seemingly in a good mood. He stood up on the steps and laughed for a long time.

Yang Jian:……

Is it that funny? Although this man is not tall, he is not too short either, but he is also a handsome and handsome young man, dressed in white clothes with a cloak, somewhat coquettish.

But nine times out of ten, this person may have lived for countless years, although his appearance is very deceptive, he should not underestimate the enemy.

After he finished laughing, he just replied with a smile, "The Chaos Clock has always been mine, and it was only lent to the Eastern Emperor Taiyi for a few yuan at the beginning. This clock is no small matter, and naturally I can't let it fall into the hands of others easily."

The young man seemed to be chatting homely, but Yang Jian didn't dare to answer.

"I don't know how to call senior."

"Both seekers of the Tao, a friend of the Tao is enough," the young man said with a smile, and took a step forward, and even the scenery around Yang Jian changed drastically in an instant, and he left the stone palace.

It was just this skill that made Yang Jian aware of the gap in strength between the two sides.

There are two futons on the top of a mountain, and Yang Jian and the young man are standing behind the futons; as far as the eye can see, there are abundant lakes and mountains, and the scenery is pleasant.

Next to the two futons, the crystal coffin in the stone hall was lying there, as if it had been parked here from the beginning to the end, and had never been moved.

Such supernatural powers are really unheard of. It seems to be the way of the universe, but it seems to be more than just the way of the universe.

Seeing that Yang Jian was a little surprised, the young man smiled and said, "In the Chaos Clock, I can do whatever I want, changing like a shadow, so you don't have to be too surprised."

"I see," Yang Jian shook his head, relieved.

That's right, no matter how vigilant I am on the other party's territory, if the other party harms my heart, I, who is only a day in cultivation, can't resist it at all.

"But I didn't expect that Kong Xuan would throw you in directly; let alone that you would come here so soon," the young man pointed to the futon in front of Yang Jian and sat down cross-legged.

Yang Jian also tried to relax as much as possible, sat in front of the young man, smiled wryly and said, "I shouldn't have gotten involved in a fight at the level of a fellow daoist, I'm somewhat overwhelmed."

"Don't be impatient, how long have you been practicing the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art?" The young man smiled, "Why don't you get to know me formally, my name is Tianyan Daozi, I don't walk around in the prehistoric wilderness, I don't know how many years I have practiced, you probably haven't heard of it."

Daozi Tianyan?

This Dao name is naturally very unfamiliar, and it is somewhat awkward; when the young man said it, these four big characters appeared in Yang Jian's mind, which seemed to be a kind of magical power.

Yang Jian pondered a few times, "My name is Yang Jian, a Taoist disciple. Senior Tianyan Taoist seems to know me quite well, but my ability is weak. I really don't understand why I make senior look sideways."

"Hahaha, talking to you is really tiring, one sentence can hide hundreds of mysteries! Forget it, I won't talk to you today!" The young man laughed and cursed, "Don't worry, I am neither friend nor enemy, and I am neither friend nor enemy, and all the creatures in this world. Since I have appeared, I just want to send you out. After all, this place is of great importance, and you should not stay for a long time. You don't need to ask if you want to understand that the time has not yet come."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows: "Since that's the case, it's inconvenient for me to ask more questions. It's a blessing for me that senior didn't blame me for intruding. But I still want to ask one more question. The two phoenixes captured by senior are related to the woman in the crystal coffin?"

The young man looked at Yang Jian with a half-smile, but this gaze made Yang Jian uneasy.

"Are you sure you want to know the cause and effect of this matter?" Tianyan Daozi's smile was quite... seductive.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Senior has already talked about this point, if I say I don't want to, it won't hurt the mood of senior."

"Tsk, haha, if you weren't you, I really want to drink 300 cups with you, and I won't get drunk and I won't turn back!"

The young man clapped his palms and smiled, but he smiled with a sense of loss, as if there was a lot of nostalgia in his eyes.

Yang Jian acted as if he hadn't heard those words full of 'deep meaning', and told him intuitively that he should never have too much involvement with this person.

"Who is the woman in the coffin? You should have already guessed it. I also have a question and I want you to give me an idea," the young man said. "Many years ago, her only remaining son asked me to save her, and I agreed. But saving her requires the life of a little phoenix. Tell me, of the two phoenixes I caught, which one should I kill?"

Yang Jian's smile suddenly froze on his face, but the young man was still talking with a smile, as if he was saying to Yang Jian, "Chicken stew at noon, look, which one shall we kill for wine?"