The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the guest room of the inn, 'Daji' lay quietly on the collapsed floor, trembling slightly, not daring to raise her head.

But there was a little light shining on her body, and the light condensed a phantom of a woman. Yang Jian couldn't see the phantom's face clearly, he could only see the long skirt, a style he had never seen before.

Although he had never seen the face of this phantom, never heard the voice of this phantom, and never had a half impression in his heart, Yang Jian felt a little unstoppable awe in his heart.

saint!

Allow yourself between the heaven and the earth, control the universe and determine the way of heaven!

This is the mark left by the saint! No need to ask, it must be the Holy Mother who created the human race, the only reliance of the monster race now, the imprint left by the saint Nuwa!

With this imprint protecting him, this nine-tailed fox really cannot be killed, let alone killed!

At this moment, at this moment, everything Yang Jian does is under the watchful eyes of Nuwa Palace!

A little bit of unwillingness circulated in Yang Jian's heart.

Ever since the cloud of catastrophe spread over Nanzhou, Yang Jian began to plan how to mess up the Conferred Gods; but compared to the second-generation masters and uncles of the Taoist sect, he was soft-spoken and weak in cultivation, so he could not reverse the general trend of Conferred Gods.

The matter of enshrining the gods was negotiated and decided by the three lords. The way of heaven deduced the catastrophe and changes, and the catastrophe was more difficult for the Taoist disciples.

If Fengshen follows the process known by Yang Jian, his master may be in disaster, and the Taoist sect will also lose its vitality. Therefore, Yang Jian wanted to muddy the waters of conferred gods. Anyway, no matter how miserable the Taoism is, it is only the original state——

A large number of disciples of Chanjiao, the deputy leader and several of the Twelve Golden Immortals, apostate and belong to the Western religion.

Most of the immortals of Jiejiao were killed or injured, the leader of Tongtian was grounded by Daozu Hongjun, and Jin'ao Island withered.

And Yang Jian himself is just the food supervisor of the Western Zhou Dynasty; the most important thing is that the master who has a Taoist wound in his body may be lost in the fight with Jiejiao Dapower...

However, if we can change the general trend of conferred gods, all these things will have a chance to be reversed!

Within the scope of Yang Jian's ability at this time, there are very few things he can do, let alone things that affect the progress of the Conferred God.

And the Xuanyuan Tomb Three Demons happened to be a perfect entry point.

The cultivation of the three demons is not high, but they are a very crucial cog in the catastrophe of the Conferred Gods. Yang Jian's trouble with the Yaozu is almost well-known to everyone in the prehistoric world, and no one would think much about him killing the three demons in a fit of anger.

Therefore, he set his sights on the three monsters of Xuanyuan Tomb early on, exhausted his thoughts, and even willingly took the risk to visit Xuanyuan Tomb...

After various calculations and several entanglements, he finally killed Pipa, captured Xi Meier, and imprisoned the girl Daji in the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

But Yang Jian never expected that the matter of conferring the gods continued to develop, and finally it was Daji's turn to enter the palace. Yang Jian wanted to see how the situation would change. And this sage empress directly transformed the Nine-Tailed Fox into a 'human body', Daji's entry into the palace and Nine-Tailed Fox's possession were not affected at all...

this!

Isn't this a clear bully? This!

But being bullied by a saint, Yang Jian couldn't complain at all, after all, his life is important.

Under the saint, all are ants.

Yang Jian sighed in his heart, and looked at the peerless beauty lying on the bed with complicated eyes, inevitably a little disheartened.

Suddenly, the phantom on Nine-Tailed Fox's body sank suddenly, and got into Nine-Tailed Fox's body.

The nine-tailed fox with the appearance of "Daji" trembled slightly, his eyes calmed down instantly, and he sat up slowly, wearing only a light gauze, and looked at Yang Jian quietly.

Yang Jian subconsciously avoided his gaze, and his spiritual sense was keenly aware that there was an inexplicable aura that filled the bedroom in a blink of an eye.

This breath is holy and light, rippling like ripples on the surface of water.

'Daji' said, "Yang Jian, what grudge do you have with this little fox?"

Yang Jian's expression was shocked, and he really couldn't help but be shocked at this time.

Although the voice was Daji's, the tone and tone were completely changed by another person!

Empress Nuwa?

I am talking to Nuwa Saint?

Yang Jian was a little unsure in his heart, so he boldly asked, "I don't know who the senior is?"

"Nuwa."'Daji' replied softly. There was only this simple name, without any affixes, but Yang Jian had to believe it.

If others fake it, the Nuwa saint must have a sense, and the anger of the saint will arrive in the blink of an eye...

Yang Jian didn't dare to be negligent, made a salute, weighed his words, and said slowly: "Yang Jian didn't intend to disturb the empress, I don't have much resentment with this nine-tailed fox, it's just that the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods is coming, and as a monk of the human race, I don't want to see what benefits the monster race will gain from the disaster, and what opportunities they will find, so I made it difficult for me several times."

"What's wrong with you, Yaozu?"'Daji' sighed lightly, without putting on airs, on the contrary, she seemed to be very familiar with Yang Jian, and she was chatting like a family.

'Daji' opened her lips lightly, and said: "The prehistoric world is so vast that there cannot be only human races. Such a world would be too monotonous."

Yang Jian could only remain silent.

Nu Wa was born in the demon race, but she was the Holy Mother who created the human race, and she became holy by virtue of her immeasurable merits in creating the human race.

Her position has been very delicate since ancient times.

"There are good monsters in monsters, and there are bad people in people. I understand all these."

Yang Jian smiled casually and stood up straight. Although his expression was still respectful, he was not too restrained.

If Nuwa really wanted to kill him, she wouldn't say these words at all, even if it was just a ray of divine thoughts coming to this place, one finger would be enough to crush herself into scum.

A saint, that is the topmost existence in the prehistoric world, at this point, the Tao has come to an end.

"I got rid of demons in the first place as a name. Later, I saw that the viciousness of the demon race was hard to change. I was still intoxicated by the glory of the ancient times. I always felt that the human race was a domestic animal raised by the demon race, and I was not angry."

When Yang Jian said this, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and he spoke righteously, which made sense.

'Daji' nodded lightly, no longer mentioned this matter, but asked: "Your teacher, how are you doing?"

Um?

Yang Jian was indeed taken aback.

Master? Empress Nuwa actually took the initiative to ask about her master? Could it be that there was something in ancient times... Uh, didn't Empress Nuwa form a Taoist couple with her elder brother, Emperor Fuxi?

"Master has been practicing in closed doors recently, and it's all... very good."

"As long as he is fine," 'Daji' said quietly, looked Yang Jian up and down, and continued to ask: "Do you know that your master is injured?"

Yang Jian was silent, nodding to show that he knew.

"I have a method that can make up for your teacher's injury. If you do something for me, I will teach you this method. How about it?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a while again, he really couldn't be stunned.

Make up for Master's wounds!

Yang Jian nodded immediately after returning to his senses, bowed and lowered his head, his expression became very humble.

"Thank you for your advice! My lady, please let me know what you want me to do, even if it costs me my life, I dare not refuse!"

'Daji' was silent for a moment, and said softly: "All spirits are born and perish, and heaven and earth are perishable. The sanctification of the physical body is nothing but vain, and the power to prove the Tao is illusory. If I let you destroy your own eight or nine Xuangong cultivation, in exchange for a cure for your master's injury, will you agree?"

"What?"

Yang Jian's shocks tonight were one after another, without his usual calm demeanor.

That's right, after all, he was facing a saint.

He originally thought that the Nuwa saint would let him do some earth-shattering events, or do some nasty things that are not convenient for the saint to come forward.

But what was unexpected was that God Nu Wa actually worried about the cultivation of him, a disciple of the third generation of the Taoist sect, and let himself destroy his profound art.

Why?

Before he had time to think about it, Yang Jian feared that Nu Wa would change his mind, and immediately shouted:

"I promise!"

Perhaps Yang Jian answered too quickly, 'Daji' stared at Yang Jian, looked at Yang Jian's face, and looked carefully for a while.

Yang Jian stood beside the bed frankly, and his promise was definitely not a joke.

Master has done too much for me, without Master, I would not be who I am now. As long as the master's injuries can be healed, the master will naturally be able to deal with it.

If you lose your profound skills, you will lose your profound skills, just change to cultivate the original divine way.

"I'm just asking this question, and I don't want you to really ruin your future," "Daji" smiled slightly, "I just want you to do a small thing for me."

Yang Jian's face remained unchanged, and he nodded immediately, "Please show me your empress."

"You go to the Underworld, stand in front of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and tell Houtu, what she said back then, I agree."

"Just like that?" Yang Jian frowned and asked.

"It's just like that, but if someone else goes there, it's hard to see the Houtu clan." 'Daji' waved his hand lightly, and a golden talisman fell into Yang Jian's hand, "After you see Houtu, if she asks you to take away a girl, you can bring that girl to Nuwa Palace to meet me, and I will give you a cure for your master's Taoism."

Yang Jian's expression changed, and he stared at 'Daji', "Your Majesty wants to keep the girl?"

If he went to see Empress Houtu himself, Houtu might let him take Liuya away. It has been more than five hundred years, and Liuya must be fine...

Empress Nuwa went around this circle, could it be that she wanted to dig the soil of Daoguo?

If so, how can this be good?

"I kept her for the purpose of accepting disciples and teaching the Dharma, so you don't have to worry."

Yang Jian clenched and loosened his fists, thinking about how credible Nuwa's words were.

That's all...

The sage is high above and kills all souls, so why should he lie to himself?

Yang Jian nodded slowly, bowed and said, "Yang Jian would like to obey your mother's order."

'Daji' let out a soft sigh, and looked out of the window with a little nostalgia in his eyes.

"Don't try to plot against me. The matter of conferring the gods is not as simple as what you have seen. You will know how deep this prehistoric water is in the future."

"yes."

Yang Jian respectfully replied, at this moment, only the master's wounds are in his heart, so he doesn't care about the nine-tailed fox.

The mysterious dao rhyme receded quietly, and Yang Jian also broke free from the mysterious dao rhyme; 'Daji' rolled his eyes and fell unconscious on the bed, and Yang Jian disappeared in a flash.

Daji, who is disguised as a nine-tailed fox, has the mark of a saint on her body. It seems that her harm to the loyal and good people of the Shang Dynasty cannot be changed.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and the next more important node is that Uncle Yun Zhongzi will go to Chaoge to enter the sword a few months later. At that time, I should have time to get involved.

As for changing the general trend of conferring gods, there is no good entry point at present.

Wanting to kill the Nine-Tailed Fox actually alarmed Nu Wa, a great god, Yang Jian was always a little depressed in his heart.

But when he thinks that there is a way to heal his master's Tao injury, he is very eager in his heart.

Go to hell! go to hell...

Yang Jian originally wanted to find a cliff and jump down, and then use the technique of earth escape to burrow into the underworld, but Fei stopped suddenly in the air, clutched the golden talisman in his hand, and rushed directly to the nearest town.

The shortcut to the underworld is hidden in this town where mortals gather everywhere.