The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Saint breath?

Ao Xinke hurriedly rushed out of the attic in the backyard, her figure flickered, and appeared directly outside Yang Jian's study.

She wanted to push the door, but suddenly felt that the wooden door of the study was almost unreal, and could not be touched at all...

Could it be that the sage came to visit and was talking with her husband?

Ao Xinke felt anxious, fearing that Yang Jian would be harmed by a saint. After all, Yang Jian was involved in the catastrophe at this time, so it was possible.

However, the charm of sainthood pervades this place, she has just entered the quasi-sage, and her realm is not stable, how can she break in?

At the moment, the more the dragon girl thought about it, the more panicked she became, with her heart hanging on her husband, she walked back and forth anxiously outside the house.

In fact, there is no second person in the study.

The five-color cloud and mist filled the air, and Yang Jian sat relaxed in the chair, closed his eyes as if dreaming, sometimes there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, sometimes his brows were wrinkled, and his eyelashes were shaking.

The cloth on the desk had been left with nothing but a blank piece of paper, and there was no trace of it, and the big ax pattern drawn by that stroke was nowhere to be seen.

What did Yang Jian see?

He first fell into the chaos, and suddenly saw the stars twinkling in the sky, and heard the sound of whistling.

The chaos was tumbling, and the long river of true spirits that Daoist Yuding had brought him to observe rushed towards him, engulfing him in it, and a force pushed behind him, pushing him upstream.

There are countless light spots flowing around the body, it may be a true spirit, or it may be a mass of countless true spirits.

Yang Jian can vaguely understand how mysterious the True Spirit River is, and it is the 'spirit' in the chaos.

The prehistoric world just opened a small branch on the edge of the river of true spirits, relying on the six reincarnations to retain the true spirit, allowing the true spirit to be born and exist in the form of thousands of creatures in the world.

But now, he is inexplicably in the river of true spirits, being pushed upwards, upwards... upwards...

The surrounding light spots suddenly stopped passing away, and scenes appeared instead. Yang Jian didn't know where he started to look, and saw two forces fighting on the prehistoric land.

Huangdi fighting Chiyou?

Reversed from the true spirit of the long river, into the prehistoric?

Or, the prehistoric world is actually just a 'section' of the tributary of the True Spirit River?

The picture was pulled again, and Yang Jian saw a big hole in the sky, and the water of the Tianhe slanted down; Beihai let out a mournful cry that resounded through the world, and the huge body of the black turtle fell down, its limbs were cut off, supporting the world...

The screen dragged again, each time only stopping for a moment, allowing Yang Jian to see a scene that once happened in the prehistoric.

The second Lich war, the first Lich war, the first catastrophe of the dragon and the phoenix...

Yang Jian looked all the way over, although it was only a glimpse, but his heart was inexplicably shocked.

But he was just looking for an ax, an ax drawn on paper, but he still couldn't see where the ax was.

With determination in mind, move forward again.

With a sway, Yang Jian was suddenly placed in the chaos, beside the True Spirit River.

He saw a huge egg bobbing up and down in the river of true spirits, but he still couldn't find the ax...

In this scene, the Great God Pan Gu was born out of chaos?

I have already arrived before the opening of the sky?

Then, you should look down, maybe you won't see the ax when you go up.

Can it go up?

Such thoughts arose in Yang Jian's mind, and suddenly another force pushed him from behind, and he couldn't help running wildly by the side of the True Spirit River!

what is that!

Yang Jian stared dumbfounded at the huge shadow above the River of True Spirits. When he looked up, he saw a seemingly endless world suppressed on the River of True Spirits!

Compared with the so-called endless flood in ancient times, it is simply rubble compared with tall buildings!

"This is the Taiji Realm," a soft call sounded beside his ears, Yang Jian turned his head, only to see a phantom standing beside him.

Master?

'This memory comes from Pan Gu's real body, I will take this opportunity to tell you about it, don't say anything, just prepare early. '

Yuanshi Tianzun said something in a low voice, and pushed Yang Jian back up.

If there is no concept of 'time', the River of True Spirits will remain still, and it is precisely because of the flow of time that the River of True Spirits will surge and surge in the sea of ​​chaos.

‘Even with my magic power at this time, I can barely perceive the Taiji Realm in the chaos. ’ Yuanshi Tianzun’s voice echoed in Yang Jian’s heart, ‘These are not what I saw, they were left by Pan Gu, don’t confuse them. '

'Remember, disciple. '

Yang Jian looked up and saw that the so-called Taiji world was dead silent, with collapsed ruins everywhere, and the cries of residual spirits seemed to be heard everywhere.

'Master Zu, how is the Taiji Realm? '

'It is ruined. '

Ahead, another similar 'big rock' suppressed on the river of true spirits. Yang Jian looked up, but felt a terrifying coercion, but he could see countless true spirits existing in various postures.

Yuanshi Tianzun said: "This is also the Taiji world, but at the peak of Taiji, there were forty-nine saints." '

'What! '

'Don't tell others about this, lest they become unstable and hinder their own practice. '

Yuanshi Tianzun and Yang Jian looked at the great world from a distance, but they could only see some light and shadow vaguely.

'These are all the memories left by Pangu Great God in me; there are others from my senior brother and my junior brother, but they are all similar, and they only appeared after the three of us were sanctified. Just let us understand where it came from, and let us understand why it died. '

‘Master Zu, what is the Taiji Realm? '

'In other words, it was an era before the prehistoric era,' Yuanshi Tianzun said, 'the Dao is more complete, the practice is easier, and sanctification is not as difficult as the prehistoric era... Forget it, let me tell you a few more words. '

The real person Yuding once took Yang Jian to swim in the river of true spirits, but the real person Yuding's Taoist realm is limited and he has no memory of the great god Pangu, so he can only see the prehistoric.

However, Yuanshi Tianzun was different, he deliberately asked Yang Jian, and explained to Yang Jian.

Taking Honghuang as the starting point, from the birth of Honghuang to the day when Honghuang will eventually be destroyed, it is called the era of Honghuang.

Chaos is born out of nothing, called Infinity.

The process of non-polarization and polarity cannot be speculated or conjectured. Perhaps they are just the two most primitive and simple concepts that appear in the real nothingness.

Before the prehistoric era, it could be called Hongmeng.

In the Hongmeng universe, there used to be five great lives, which are called the five congenitals.

The Taiyi era is the most mysterious. It is said that it is still nothingness, and there are spirits floating between nothingness and the truth of existence.

In the Era of Absolute Beginning, spirits began to appear in a form that could be understood by later generations. The River of True Spirits and the Sea of ​​Chaos both took shape during this period; the spirits of later generations could vaguely perceive the form of existence in the Era of Absolute Era, but they had no way of knowing.

The Taishi Era, the beginning of everything. The avenue is formed, and all souls belong to the avenue.

In the Taisu era, Taoism began to be perfected, and all spirits pursued the meaning of survival and explored the root of Taoism.

In the age of Taiji, Taoism was at its peak, and the way of existence of all spirits was quite similar to that of the prehistoric era, but it was different. Spirits had the ultimate control over Taoism, and the forty-nine saints returned to their positions to protect the forty-nine avenues.

Yuanshi Tianzun paused and led Yang Jian to the lower reaches of the True Spirit River.

The Taiji Realm is floating on the river of true spirits. Although Yang Jian only watched this memory from 'Pangu' from the sidelines, and it was extremely vague, he could faintly sense something.

Suddenly, the Long River of True Spirit stopped flowing!

No, it should be said that that section of the True Spirit River was shrouded in darkness.

It is not clear whether the Taiji Realm drifted into the dark section of the river, or the darkness was caused by the Taiji Realm, as if all spirits were dead...

When the dark river section floated out of the Taiji Realm, it was the dead silence of Yang Jian when he saw this era for the first time.

All spirits are silent.

Continuing to drift downwards, the Tai Chi Realm lost its avenue, and was torn apart by the True Spirit River, collapsing suddenly.

What happened in that era covered by darkness? Forty-nine saints fighting?

Yang Jian was about to ask, but saw that after the collapse of the Taiji Realm, a giant white egg floated on the True Spirit River and slowly floated down.

Pan Gu, the Great God, came from the Tai Chi era?

Yang Jian was inexplicably depressed, quietly watching the giant egg float up, and a green lotus appeared, supporting the giant egg with a lotus flower.

After walking an unknown number of steps, the giant egg cracked open, and a giant stood on top of the True Spirit River holding a big axe.

The river of true spirits suddenly vibrated, and thousands of streamers of light surged from the upper reaches, which were more dazzling than the true spirits, manifesting three thousand innate gods and demons with hideous faces.

The giant just let out a cold snort, carefully put away his broken eggshell, took out a jade plate under the green lotus, put it on top of his head, took Boundless Dao to protect himself, and rushed up with the big axe.

That battle made the river of true spirits turbulent and chaotic. Yang Jian couldn't see how to fight at all, and he couldn't calculate how long he fought.

Yuanshi Tianzun led him to continue walking downstream, and Yang Jian suddenly felt sad.

The giant was scarred and dragged his exhausted body, and slowly climbed out of the True Spirit River, adjusting his breath briefly.

The eggshells he kept in his arms seemed to be slowly disappearing.

The giant's expression was a little anxious, and he spurted a mouthful of blood at the giant ax in his hand, holding the big ax high!

'Look! '

Yuanshi Tianzun gave a soft shout, and Yang Jian turned into a state of nothingness and selflessness, only seeing the giant swinging the big ax in his eyes!

The first ax he has ever seen!

Open the day!

Open the world with one axe!

Two axes determine the universe!

Three axes divide yin and yang!

Four axes cut the truth!

Five axes lead the way!

The six axes hide the world!

The seven axes stabilize the wind, fire, water and soil, the eight axes set up the four images and five poles, and the ninth ax cuts towards the sky-opening axe, separating the Pangu banner, Taiji diagram, and chaotic clock to suppress the world.

The giant opened up the ancient wilderness, and carefully placed the eggshell in his arms in the wilderness, but the sky and the earth suddenly trembled, as if a big hand was pressing down to close the sky and the earth.

With a roar, the giant's body suddenly became extremely huge, standing upright!

In those eggshells, strands of true spirits drifted away and turned into various innate spirit treasures, and innate creatures appeared one after another...

A gratified smile appeared on the corner of the giant's mouth, and he just held up the sky and stepped on the ground.

But he had already been seriously injured, and that coercion from top to bottom was always there.

But the giant had no intention of letting go of the sky at all. Gradually, his legs began to tremble and his body began to shake. Only his gaze was firm and firm, unyielding at all!

After an unknown period of time, the giant fell down, but his spine turned into a pillar of heaven, continuing to support the world...

An unyielding fighting spirit kept turning in this new world.

The innate beings gradually opened up their spiritual wisdom, and the giant's body turned into sun, moon, stars, mountains and mountains, and twelve figures popped out from the navel of his corpse...

Yang Jian didn't look at these, but just stared at the spine.

'Enlightened? '

'I got it. '

'Go back, there are some things, it's too early for you to know. '

Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand lightly, Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness was in a trance for a while, and he opened his eyes again, looking at the familiar layout in his study.

He raised his head and sighed softly, for some reason, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

What the giant has been guarding is the eggshell that once wrapped him; and that eggshell, perhaps transformed by a true spirit, guards the last living creature in the Tai Chi era...

That period of darkness, those wailing...

Congenital Fifth Wife...

"The prehistoric water is far deeper than what can be seen."

Yang Jian sighed with emotion, closed his eyes, and began to comprehend the method of breakthrough.

The key to breaking through the limit of the fifth level lies in his backbone.