The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the evening, the fence blows all the fragrance, and there is no fragrance of flowers and dark orchids.

There is no response to a small knock on the chaifei, and no one will disturb the moss.

In this small hut in the underground secret place, there are no decorations and no treasures.

Pushing open the door, I can only see three or five pieces of simple furniture placed there. I don't know how long it has passed, as if it will turn into powder with a light touch.

What attracted Yang Jian was the scroll hanging on the wall, on which was a picture of a man in a mighty battle armor, but he still couldn't hide his bookish air.

The slate on the ground in front of the picture scroll is obviously brighter than the other places. If you look carefully, you can see that the slate has been polished to a shine.

"Perhaps, there is an infatuated woman who has been yearning here for a long time and cannot bear to leave."

Yang Jian expressed such emotions that he was always unwilling to associate this infatuated woman with Mei Kongmei, the ancestor of the demon clan.

Da Ang next to him scratched his head and muttered, "Why can't it be a man?"

Yang Jian stared at Da Ang, who smiled, seeing that there were no treasures here, so he went out for a walk in the yard.

No matter how hostile it was, Yang Jian didn't destroy this hut; although he found out that there was a piece of precious jade buried under the vegetable garden outside the house, Yang Jian didn't touch it.

It is the last point, respect for a quasi-sage and great power.

When leaving this hut, Yang Jian stopped for a while, but didn't say anything, and took Da Ang to the underground palace on the diagonal.

As soon as he entered the hall overflowing with precious light, Da Ang let out a strange cry, and went straight to the pool in the center of the hall.

"Why does this ice have the breath of our witch clan!"

Yang Jian, who was looking at the treasures placed all over the palace, was also taken aback when he heard the words. He performed the cosmic escape technique, stepped into the center of the hall, and looked down at the pool with a faint white mist.

As soon as he approached, he felt the bone-piercing cold. Under the white mist, there was actually a piece of black ice, emitting bursts of freezing cold, making the entire hall extremely cool.

Xuanbing's whole body is milky white, but there are spots of dark red in the center.

"Can't be wrong! Can't be wrong!" Da Ang was inexplicably excited, his eyes were a little red, "This is the breath of that old ancestor, can't be wrong!"

Yang Jian hurriedly asked: "Which ancestor witch?"

"Vulcan, Zhu Rong!" Da Ang yelled, then knelt down and kowtowed by the pool.

Zhu Rong's blood?

And it is the blood of Zhu Rong preserved by this mysterious ice!

Yang Jian's spirit suddenly became excited. He practiced eighty-nine profound arts, especially in this 'long' mysterious bead realm. The best tonic is the blood of the ancestor witch!

As his combat power continued to soar, he had now entered a bottleneck period. If he could not break through the Bajiu Xuangong, his strength would be like this for a long time to come.

But if those dark red spots in the profound ice are all Zhu Rong's blood...

Yang Jian's breathing was a little short, he grabbed the three-pointed double-edged gun, and raised his hand to cut open the ice.

"What are you doing!" Da Ang jumped up and stopped Yang Jian, staring at Yang Jian, as if he wanted to swallow Yang Jian in one gulp.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Take blood and practice."

"you!"

"Is there any taboo in the Wu clan?" Yang Jian calmed down a little before he remembered Da Ang's identity.

"There is no taboo." Da Ang scratched his head for a while, wanted to say but didn't know how to say it, "but this is the trace left by the ancestors, if it is brought back to the clan, the big guys must be very happy... You want to use this for cultivation?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded with a serious face, and said: "For me at this time, it is a great tonic. If the ancestral witch blood in Xuanbing can still maintain its divinity... maybe it can help me take a big step forward."

"But I..." Da Ang was confused for a moment.

It was not easy to find the ancestral witch blood, which is of great significance to the witch clan, but Yang Jian directly expressed that he needed it.

The tribe of Zhu Rong’s ancestral witch has long since ceased to exist. The blood of the ancestral witch was taken back, and it was indeed just for display. Other tribes did not dare to use it if they could not use it... But after all, this is the proof that the ancestors once existed, and it is the root of their witch clan...

"Why don't you take some blood from me?" Da Ang showed his four wrists, but after saying this suggestion, he shrank his neck instead.

"Okay," Da Ang waved his hand, "You can use it as you like, anyway, even if you take it back, it's useless for us. But let me say goodbye here first, and you go to see other treasures, to see other treasures."

Yang Jian couldn't help but wryly smiled, he was eager to improve his strength, but he couldn't argue with Da Ang.

Helpless, seeing Da Ang kneeling beside Xuan Bing piously, and not intending to destroy Xuan Bing, Yang Jian temporarily focused his attention on other places in the hall.

There are quite a few good things, but they are far worse than the Black Tortoise Remains—to be precise, the two are completely different.

The precious materials are all available in the world, and the elixir can be used for alchemy at the level of the Daluo Jinxian. There are no good things about the elixir, but the advantage lies in the quantity.

Rather than saying that this is the monster clan's treasury, it is better to say that this is the monster clan's 'warehouse'. These are consumables during the battle, which are more than the sum of the treasures stored in the twelve treasuries outside.

"These precious materials can be the foundation of a large formation."

Thinking so, Yang Jian took all these things into Xuangui's belt.

It's also fortunate that he has a black turtle to bring this treasure, the ordinary storage magic weapon can't hold so many treasures.

After ransacking the treasure hall, Yang Jian did not gain anything. He still found several usable magic weapons, as well as a very precious innate spirit treasure embryo.

Taking away the magic weapon, Yang Jian did not lack this, but Yang Jian held the embryo of the innate spirit treasure in his hand and looked at it.

The way of heaven at this time is no longer the way of heaven in ancient times; the environment of heaven and earth at this time also prevents this embryo from turning into a congenital spiritual treasure; simply put, this is a 'dead' congenital spiritual treasure.

What is precious is the innate avenue contained in this embryo.

Xiantian Lingbao had another name in ancient times——Daoling.

Before the creation of the world, Dao Ling existed, and after the creation of the world, Dao Ling also had the power to be born.

Even Yang Jian suspected that his master Yuding real person might also be transformed by a congenital treasure.

Take this treasure to Master. Anyway, I can't comprehend what kind of way there is, after all, I am cultivating the flesh body, and if these innate spiritual treasures want to practice, they are probably the same as the primordial spirit.

Putting the Lingbao embryo deep in the Xuangui belt, Yang Jian began to study the hall itself again.

Soon, he started tearing down the walls and destroying the pillars, looting all the treasures on them, leaving nothing behind, including luminous pearls, emerald jade, and these useless decorations.

It's time to work hard for your own wedding room.

When Da Ang heard the movement, he looked up, was there any palaces around? There are only a dozen white jade pillars supporting a dome, and the rest are collapsed houses.

"What are you doing? Scraping the ground three feet!" Da Ang shuddered, and looked at Yang Jian with a re-examination.

Yang Jian smiled calmly, walked to the edge of the pool, and couldn't take his eyes off the bright red spots in the ice.

"Tell me, how many drops of blood are there?"

"Three or five drops..." Da Ang smacked his lips, sighed, and turned his head, "You put away this ice first, lest I regret it."

Yang Jian pursed his lips, first took out the three-pointed double-edged gun, and scratched at random on the Xuanbing, and found that his magical weapon could easily cut through the Xuanbing, so he nodded in satisfaction.

When Yang Jian put away the whole piece of Xuan Bing, Da Ang breathed a long sigh of relief as if relieved from a heavy burden.

"Oh, the blood of Zhu Rong's ancestor..."

Yang Jian smiled and said nothing, since he practiced, he has absorbed the blood of the ancestor witch several times, from the heart blood of Empress Houtu, to the spiritless blood left by Gonggong.

Now, I accidentally got Zhu Rong's blood here again, and what's even more rare is the Zhu Rong's blood sealed in black ice!

"Go up first," Yang Jian took the initiative to hold Da Ang's wrist, and Da Ang was like a mourning concubine, with a mournful face, unable to smile.

Just about to use the earth escape technique to leave this underground space, suddenly, the entire ground of Meishan shook, and the underground space also began to rustle some gravel.

Could it be that Xuanbing is the eye of the array?

As soon as this idea came up, it was overthrown by Yang Jian himself, because a sharp and resentful cry came from above his head through layers of rock walls.

"Yang Jian!"

Yang Jian's complexion changed, and he dragged Da Ang towards the underground river.

He didn't want to escape from Meishan, but rushed to the big river that cut across Meishan by means of water escape. With the sound of 'wow', Yang Jian dragged Da Ang to the sky and looked at the figure standing in the sky.

The curves are graceful and natural, and the blue hair is like a waterfall, swaying in the wind.

The person who came was an alluring woman, but this woman was covered with an astonishing demonic aura, and waves of Dao rhymes that filled Meishan with a sense of oppression kept wafting out of her body.

Yang Jian had seen this woman before at the banquet of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and he had just emptied her treasury and seen the hut where she lived alone.

Who else?

The mighty monster, Mei Kongmei.