The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In a corner of the chaos, the little restlessness of the sea of ​​chaos gradually calmed down, and two figures were suspended in the chaos, standing opposite each other.

One person's chest was pierced by a long spear, and the other was held on his shoulder by a long sword, with most of the blade embedded in it.

Yang Jian's left arm hangs down weakly, but his right hand tightly grasps the three-pointed double-edged gun, and stabs the blade into Kong Xuan's chest.

Next to Kong Xuan's nigong pill, a ray of Xuangang has already raised the last knife, which can chop Kong Xuan's primordial spirit to pieces at any time.

In fact, at this time, Kong Xuan's primordial spirit has been shattered to a small extent, and he no longer has the power to protect him.

The five-color divine light was exhausted, and there was only a faint trace of fire left in his strong mana. He had exhausted all his strength, but still...

"I didn't expect that I would be defeated by your hands."

Kong Xuan said something in a low voice, these three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his eyes closed slowly, and there was a dead silence in his eyes.

"If you don't want to die...cough, withdraw from the Taoist catastrophe and never join the Western religion!"

Yang Jian's voice was a little trembling and weak, but the words came to Kong Xuan's ears very clearly.

Kong Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a stern light flashed across them, staring at Yang Jian's face.

"You...do you know why I...was robbed?"

"Make a great oath! In the name of the Feng Clan!" Yang Jian raised his voice and stared at Kong Xuan. The latter chuckled slightly mockingly, but without hesitation, he raised his hand and made the oath.

Everyone wants to live, what is there to tweak.

Outside the prehistoric world, the oath of the Dao of Heaven is unconstrained. Only such an oath of the Dao, directly swearing to the way one has cultivated, can be responded and recognized.

It's just that during this short gap, both Yang Jian and Kong Xuan have recovered a little strength.

But when Kong Xuan made his oath, Yang Jian slowly pulled out the three-pointed two-edged gun, and the two of them relaxed their hearts almost at the same time, and slowly fell on their backs.

Falling, meaningless falling.

The five-color divine light gradually changed from a strand to a strand, constantly absorbing the disordered vitality in the chaos to heal Kong Xuan.

And the bones of Yang Jian's body glowed jade-colored, a stream of mysterious power was reborn, and the mysterious blood gradually flourished, and traces of mysterious energy condensed all over his body, forming an inner cycle of its own.

After an unknown amount of time, Kong Xuan stood up suddenly, raised his hand, and the phoenix sword broke through the chaos, and he caught it in his hand.

A mysterious dao rhyme circulated on the sword that Shifeng used back then, enveloping the two of them.

All of a sudden, those who were able to observe this battle in the prehistoric world saw only a blaze, as if there were two figures in the blaze fighting for the final fight.

This dao rhyme does not seem to be hostile.

But Yang Jian stood up slowly full of vigilance, grasping the dragon gun, his eyes burning with fighting spirit again.

"Freak," Kong Xuan twitched his lips, facing Yang Jian, and said in a voice, "What's wrong with you and Western religion?"

Yang Jian was silent for a while, and then said: "The two sages of the Western religion once plotted against me, and anyone who harms me is my enemy."

"How did you know that it was Xixijiao who made this deal with me?" Kong Xuan had a little playfulness in his eyes, as if he didn't want to fight Yang Jian anymore.

The outcome has been decided, the difference between life and death, Yang Jian did not take his life.

Yang Jian was silent for a while, and said, "Guess."

"It's really a freak." Kong Xuan raised his head and sighed softly. Two strands of blood-stained long hair were sticking to his cheeks, and his body was always a bit lonely. "You should know that there will be a catastrophe in the future. If we have no support now, there is no reason for our Feng Clan to escape."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, he was not interested in Kong Xuan's difficulties.

Two drops of tears ran across Kong Xuan's cheeks, Kong Xuan suddenly smiled freely, and suddenly slashed at his chest with a sword.

The blade penetrated half an inch into his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain; Yang Jian frowned, no matter whether Kong Xuan thought he would die in defeat or had other thoughts, as long as it didn't endanger him, he would naturally not stop him.

In the bloody light, a ball of flames flew out of Kong Xuan's chest, and this flame turned into a small phoenix, turning impatiently around Kong Xuan.

"Take it," Kong Xuan raised his hand and pushed gently, and the little phoenix flew towards Yang Jian's chest.

Yang Jian frowned, and raised his hand to avoid it, but this little phoenix seemed to have no substance, directly passed through his palm, and sank into the heavily wrapped chest of Xuangang.

In an instant, Yang Jian was wrapped in the real fire of the phoenix, his eyes were wide open, and there was a burning feather in his heart.

The feather trembled slightly, and it actually absorbed another phoenix feather hidden in the altar, and the two gradually blended!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Kong Xuan laughed, but there were tears in his smile.

Mother……

mother left...

My mother left me, but she was so ungrateful...

Yang Jian frowned, "What did you give me?"

"Phoenix True Martial Order, one of my mother's nine feathers, is also the guiding thing for my mother to walk out of the undead volcano." Kong Xuan muttered, clenching his fists.

Before Yang Jian could say anything in the flames, Kong Xuan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body kept shaking.

Here, the flames around Yang Jian retracted, but Yang Jian was also a little confused.

This generation of ruthless people who are famous in the past, actually, actually...

Did you cry?

Kong Xuan took a deep breath, and swallowed all kinds of gaffes. I lost to you in Japan, and I lost my trust to the two sages of the West. The prehistoric world can no longer be left, otherwise my family will be implicated. "

Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at his chest. There, there was a little phoenix flying high.

"Are you leaving? Where are you going?"

"Look for the enemy, go to the sea of ​​chaos to search for those real powerful enemies who want to destroy the prehistoric world, kill as many as you can, even if I can't match the weakest of them, I will risk my life to bring back some news."

Yang Jian couldn't help being awed.

Kong Xuan said lightly, this is really something that you have to put your life and death aside before you have the courage to do it.

Those powerful enemies were probably the innate gods and demons who destroyed the Taisu Realm and killed Pan Gu God...

Yang Jian suddenly felt that if he didn't kill Kong Xuan, he was actually keeping a strong general for Honghuang, which wasn't a bad thing.

Seeing Yang Jian's solemn face, Kong Xuan couldn't help laughing, and said: "Don't think that I am so impartial, I just don't want to disappoint my mother's entrustment..."

"I don't ask you to protect my Feng Clan, I just want you to marry Feng Wu and Feng Shan and give birth to pure-blooded offspring for my Feng Clan," Kong Xuan leaned on his long sword and slowly lowered his head towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian always felt a little stuffy in his heart, so he turned sideways to pass Kong Xuan's gift.

Kong Xuan stood there with his head down, his voice was heard in Yang Jian's ears, roaring, shouting!

"Yang Jian! Accept me! I gave you the only treasure my mother left me, accept me! Otherwise, I can't rest in peace even if I die on the road ahead!"

Yang Jian clenched the three-pointed and double-edged gun tightly, and he really couldn't bear it, and he couldn't say what he couldn't bear.

"After conferring the gods, I will marry Feng Wu and return this feather to Feng Shan."

"Then you will kill them!" Kong Xuan sternly said, "This is the original inheritance of my Phoenix clan, which contains the supreme secret method of the Phoenix clan! It can also make your Nirvana technique perfect, but there are too many people watching this feather! My third brother who is violent has joined hands with the Western religion, otherwise why would you treat me like this?"

Gold-winged roc?

It turns out that this is the cause and effect.

Looking at the ruthless man in front of him who has not yet separated the gender, Yang Jian felt more and more intolerable.

"I agree with you. If the Feng Clan encounters a crisis tomorrow, I will definitely not stand idly by if I can take action."

Kong Xuan finally calmed down, held the phoenix sword, looked at Yang Jian's face, and turned around slowly.

He said, "Thank you."

Yang Jian shouted: "Where are you going to find the enemy?"

Kong Xuan replied without turning his head, "In a place where there is no life and no death, I have many secrets left by my mother. I will go and search for them. If I am lucky, I may find them."

He did know something.

Yang Jian really wanted to ask all these questions clearly, but Kong Xuan's figure had already wandered into the distance.

The powerful enemies who were fighting for life and death just a moment ago are like old friends at this moment, one is watching the other, and the back of the other is full of desolation and loneliness.

Thousands of questions can only be merged into one sentence: "Take care."

Kong Xuan raised his hand and waved it. The grumpiness he had when he first met him was a little less, and he was a little more free and easy and calm.

Kong Xuan's mana had recovered a little, and after a few steps, his figure turned back and forth in the sea of ​​chaos, and disappeared without a trace.

After Kong Xuan left, the flames that cut off the sight of all the great powers from watching the battle slowly dissipated, but all that could be seen were Yang Jian's figure and the pool of blood remaining in front of Yang Jian.

Two black shadows broke through the chaos and rushed towards him. Yang Jian immediately prepared for the battle, and was ready to escape Shi Fengyu directly at any time.

"Sister-in-law! What's the matter!"

With a shout, Yang Jian was slightly relieved, but he did not completely let go of his vigilance.

The ones who came were fairly familiar dragon masters, one was Ao Fangtian whose injuries were healed by some immortal medicines given by Shennong, and the other was the third elder of the East China Sea Dragon Palace who had seen both sides.

The concern in Ao Fangtian's eyes was not fake, he felt Yang Jian's wariness and fighting spirit that had not dissipated, and stopped at a distance with the elders of the dragon clan, not approaching Yang Jian.

"What about Kong Xuan?" Ao Fangtian asked.

Yang Jian said calmly: "If you are seriously injured and run away, you must die."

He didn't say anything wrong.

Ao Fangtian was stunned for a moment, his expression lost for a moment, then he shook his head and smiled wryly, and sighed: "That's fine, it seems that he is no longer alive, and it's fine to die."

There was no wind blowing in the chaos, but with Ao Fangtian's soft sigh, Yang Jian's long hair fluttered slightly.

The direction the hair tip points to is the place where the figure disappeared...

...

Somewhere in the sea of ​​chaos, Kong Xuan tried his best to escape.

The magic power in his body was exhausted again, he stopped suddenly, looked around, and decisively slashed his sword at the neck, directly beheading his head, and his body quickly shattered.

A pale white flame ignited on his chest, instantly igniting his remaining body.

The flames only burned for a moment, and Kong Xuan's body was burned into nothingness; the flames suddenly soared to the height of a person, and the paths in it flowed, gradually intertwined into the shape of a peacock, and then turned into a human shape in the flames.

Phoenix Nirvana!

A slender hand protruded from the flames, the fingertips shone with a faint white light, and the skin was more dazzling, smooth and delicate than the best white jade in the wild.

The arm behind the slender hand seemed to be showing the beauty of the world, and another jade foot stepped out of flames, implicating the flawless body.

The long hair is like a waterfall, and the phoenix eyes are bright, and the autumn eyes are locked with light eyebrows.

She herself seemed a little surprised. When she lowered her head, all she could see was the protruding clavicle of a slender figure, as well as the mountainous peaks and winding paths leading to secluded places...

"How did you become such a body?"

Frowning slightly, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, she didn't care too much about it.

Raising and lowering the slender hand, the five colors of blue, yellow, red, black, and white are intertwined into feathers and trousers. Although it covers up the beautiful scenery, it creates another beautiful artistic conception.

Lifting the phoenix sword, she turned her head to look at the place where Honghuang was, and could faintly see the boundary of Honghuang land.

Tilting his head, he turned and walked away.

Her long hair fluttered, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. There seemed to be relief after letting go of something in the smile, and it seemed to have a new concern, with a touch of melancholy.

"See you later, Yang Jian... Well, let's go to Xuandu first, there seem to be a few old graves that haven't been touched..."