The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

How many realms are there under the saint?

Yang Jian could neither distinguish nor see clearly at this time. The real Yuding had never told him, so he didn't know how to judge, but the difference between the quasi-sage and the quasi-sage was already clear to him.

Master Xuandu, Lao Tzu's only direct disciple, supervisor of Xuandu City, Daoist senior brother, definitely has strength far surpassing that of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, otherwise he would not be able to separate the fiercely fighting two people so lightly.

"Nephew Yang Jian, come with me," Xuan Du said with a smile, Yang Jian cupped his hands in salute and put away his spear.

Xuandu glanced at Guangchengzi and Wuyun Daxian again, and said leisurely, "The dispute between the three religions cannot be changed by manpower. The catastrophe has long been engraved in the heaven and the earth. It cannot be contended for, and it cannot be contended for. Looking at my handsome face today, how about the younger brothers and sisters and Wu Yunxian leaving separately?"

Guang Chengzi on the side nodded calmly, "Follow the order of senior brother."

"Hmph!" The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit flicked her sleeves and flew southeast with Immortal Wuyun without saying anything.

When Yang Jianfei approached, Xuan Du glanced at Guang Chengzi, as if he was a little surprised, "Brother, why don't you go back to the mountain and stay here? Could it be that I haven't seen you for a few years, and I miss you so much? Why don't we talk at night with candles and sleep together?"

"Junior brother resigns, Yang Jian, don't offend your uncle Xuandu with words."

Instructing Yang Jian, Guang Chengzi turned around and left quite decisively.

When Guang Chengzi left, Xuandu actually pretended to be relieved, and smiled at Yang Jian, "Let's go, the old pedant and the violent temper are gone, let's deal with that apostate little guy."

Yang Jian cupped his hands respectfully, "Yes."

Xuandu deliberately kept him, there should be other things, not just to persuade him to fight.

Yang Jian rode the clouds, but Xuandu just wandered in the air, and fell towards Qinglong Pass together with Yang Jian, the speed was not fast.

"Yang Jian, when you got married, I went to congratulate you and drink wine. At that time, you were still a little young, tsk tsk," Xuandu said with emotion, "Now, you have lived up to the expectations of the saints. Now you have not weak skills. You are so big that you can go anywhere."

Yang Jian smiled humbly, "Master was joking, the junior's magic power is not as good as Master Baiyi."

"Hypocrisy! You're being polite! Today's Taoist monks, like the human race, hide their thoughts under layers of appearances, insisting on making people guess and ponder." Xuandu suddenly felt a sense of compassion, "In today's Nanzhou, mortals spend their entire lives in suspicion. Why do monks do the same?"

"What Master Uncle said is very true," Yang Jian suddenly blushed, "It's because I haven't practiced enough to understand the true meaning of Uncle Master's words."

Xuan Du smiled and said: "Recently, I'm thinking about my own way, and I want to open up another way of cultivation, so naturally I feel more emotional, don't think I talk too much."

Yang Jian was a little afraid to answer for a moment.

This is actually a master who wants to create his own way of practice!

He is just a cultivating disciple who relies on eight or nine profound arts to "dominate". Compared with the two, he can only look up at the heels of the Great Master Xuandu...

"What's the matter?" Xuandu glanced at Yang Jian, "Why are you silent? But you don't feel comfortable with me?"

"It's nothing uncomfortable, it's just that you are the elder of the master after all, my little disciple dare not make too much publicity." Yang Jian replied with a smile, and the two of them had already arrived outside Qinglong Pass.

On the hillside, Yin Hong and Chi Jingzi were still fighting, and the power of the Yin-Yang mirror in Yin Hong's hand was getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that Yin Hong and the Yin-Yang mirror were constantly blending together, gradually bringing out the power of the Yin-Yang mirror.

"Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, the Daoist sect is unlucky," Xuandu's complexion suddenly turned black, and when he raised his hand, a mysterious dao rhyme floated out of his sleeve, turning into a yellow light, covering the Chi Jingzi below.

Yang Jian was the closest to Xuandu, when this Taoist rhyme appeared, Yang Jian only felt tremors in his heart.

It was as if there was a gate containing the truth of heaven and earth, passing by in front of his eyes, allowing him to catch a glimpse of a mysterious world.

In fact, he couldn't see anything, but he felt that he had seen it in his heart, and that feeling was quite strange.

What is that?

Yang Jian looked down and was also surprised.

But above Chi Jingzi's head, half of the old yellow cloth was slowly unfolded, with a shallow circle on it, in which there seemed to be a black and white yin and yang fish, but it seemed to be empty.

Xuandu's voice spread here:

"This Taiji diagram is borrowed from my junior brother. Such a disciple should be severely punished."

Chi Jingzi raised his hand to catch the Taiji diagram, his movements were a little slow, and finally he bowed to Xuandu from afar.

"Uncle Xie, brother Xie Xuandu for borrowing the treasure."

Standing up, sighing lightly, the Taiji diagram in his hand rose against the wind, and instantly turned into a golden cloud, suspended in front of Chi Jingzi's eyes.

Then Yin Hong suddenly came to his senses at this time, looked up, left and right, where were the shadows of Shen Gongbao and Jiejiaoxian?

He had no choice but to hold on to the yin and yang mirror, looking at the red sperm shrouded in golden light, the yin and yang mirror in his hand once again burst into light!

"Why are you still so obsessed?" Chi Jingzi's voice was a bit old, and he raised his hand towards Yin Hong. A golden bridge protruded from the golden clouds above his head, spanning between the sky and the earth, and pressed directly towards Yin Hong.

Yin Hong was naturally unwilling to let him go, but just as he was about to move, he found that his whole body was not in control, the universe around him squeezed him tightly, and a tremendous force rushed towards his fairy body from all directions.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, but even if he vomited blood, Yin Hong's figure still couldn't move a bit.

When the golden bridge fell, Yin Hong's figure was swallowed by the golden light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the three spirit treasures, the Yin-Yang Mirror, the Water-Fire Front, and the Immortal Clothes with Purple Ribbon, slowly falling to the ground.

Is this the power of the Taiji Diagram?

This is the power of the saint's magic weapon?

Yang Jian didn't feel any fluctuations, couldn't detect any fluctuations in vitality, and couldn't even see how Yin Hong was accepted...

This is a bit too mysterious.

At this time, Xuan Du shook his head and sighed beside him: "Junior Chi Jingzi is still too soft-hearted." After saying this, he pointed at Jin Yun, Jin Yun restrained his light, turned into the somewhat worn-out Tai Chi picture, and fell back into Xuan Du's sleeve.

A figure fell from the golden cloud, fell powerlessly into a shallow pit on the hillside, and his body twitched unconsciously.

Chi Jingzi's eyes were a bit complicated, he picked up the Yin-Yang Mirror and the Water-Fire Front, and practiced the Yin-Yang Mirror again.

The old Taoist pointed the yin and yang mirror at the purple ribbon fairy clothes, waved lightly, and the purple ribbon fairy clothes floated up with blue smoke, which was slowly ignited in the next moment.

Two figures landed next to Chi Jingzi, Taoist Huanglong and Taoist Cihang. Huanglong sighed: "Brother, it's not worth it to worry about such a disciple."

Chi Jingzi shook his head and sighed, "Oh, the relationship between master and apprentice in the Taihua Mountains for more than ten years is not as good as a traitor's few words and empty dreams."

After saying that, Chi Jingzi turned around, stepped forward in two steps, and appeared in front of Yin Hong.

The yin and yang mirror has returned to Chi Jingzi's hands. This mirror, which is regarded as Chi Jingzi's natal treasure, is also conveying a faint sense of guilt to Chi Jingzi at this time.

"Master..."

Yin Hong raised his head with great effort. At this time, he had lost 90% of his mana, and his Dao foundation had been destroyed. If Chi Jingzi hadn't been merciful when he used the Tai Chi diagram, Yin Hong would have been pussy by the power of Tai Chi and Yang Yi, and even his soul could not escape. "

There was some hesitation in Chi Jingzi's eyes.

Seeing this hesitation, Yin Hong wanted to survive again. He barely stood up, knelt in front of Chi Jingzi, and shouted feebly: "Master%...Master forgive me, I listen to the villain's words, I am willing to help Zhou Fashang, and I am willing to assist the senior brother! Master forgive me, forgive me!"

Chi Jingzi raised his left hand, but the yin and yang mirror couldn't fall down for a while.

On the side, Cihang said: "Second senior brother, why not finish him quickly, lest he go to the list of gods late and miss a good position."

In mid-air, Yang Jian couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the words of Taoist Ci Hang.

His perception of Cihang has also improved, this is definitely not because Cihang Taoist is a dignified, virtuous and gentle woman, but because Cihang did not have any enemies with Yang Jian in the previous Ten Juezhen and Yuxu Palace.

"stop."

Chi Jingzi grabbed the yin and yang mirror and slapped Yin Hong. Two mysterious vitality bloomed from the yin and yang mirror and penetrated into Yin Hong's eyes.

In the next moment, Yin Hong's immortal body collapsed like wind and sand, and a wisp of vitality floated out of it, flying towards Qishan.

This fulfilled the oath Yin Hong made when he came down the mountain, and he really died without a whole body.

Once Yin Hong died, Chi Jingzi stood there for a long time, Huang Long and Cihang moved forward to persuade him, but Chi Jingzi didn't say anything.

"You still have to be cautious when accepting disciples," the Great Master Xuandu sighed softly, looked at Yang Jian with a smile that was not a smile, and said: "This matter is over, I should have gone back, but if someone invites me to drink a glass of mortal water and wine, I can't help but hang around for a while."

Yang Jian really wanted to say 'no water and wine', but Xuandu is a Daoist master after all, how dare he refute his face as a master of three generations of teaching.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "It's just that, I know that the wine and dishes in a restaurant are very good. I also ask my master to give me a favor and go to taste it."

"Let's go," Xuandu immediately smiled with satisfaction, seeing that his nephew Yang Jian liked it quite a lot.

This kid is really good enough.

Yang Jian took Xuandu to find a big city in Nanzhou and flew there. On the way, Yang Jian couldn't help but asked, "Master Xuandu has something to do with me? If there is something to do, it's okay to talk about it."

"Well, it's really a little thing," Xuan Du smacked his lips, glanced at Yang Jian's chest, and then at Yang Jian's legs.

Yang Jian suddenly became a little uneasy.

what's the situation……

"Let's go, eat first and talk later." Xuandu raised his hand to grab Yang Jian's arm, and dragged him towards the big city where they were going.

Xuandu lightly tapped the two of them with his backhand, and just like that, he landed in the big city openly, and the mortals who came and went turned a blind eye to them as if they hadn't seen them.

This is really the first time for Yang Jian to have this kind of ability. He obviously has no tricks to hide his eyes, and the two outstanding people have no sense of existence at all.

When Xuandu was full of wine and food, and sat slumped on the soft couch with a toothpick in his mouth, he smiled at Yang Jian.

"I heard people say that you seem to be looking for the twelve unborn Sea God Beads?"

Yang Jian regained his spirits immediately.

Xuandu: "How about you and I make a deal?"