The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian suddenly turned around, but there was no one behind him, and there was no Dao Yun, breath, or Yuanli fluctuation.

His cultivation base is not too low now, and his spiritual sense will not be randomly induced...

It was obviously the hostility towards him, but he couldn't perceive where the hostility came from, which made Yang Jian feel quite uncomfortable.

Holding Tianyan Daozi, Yang Jian quickly flew towards Nanzhou, but soon after the figure flew out, he felt a resistance.

One strand, resistance from all directions.

As if he was an uninvited guest, abruptly squeezed into a crowded street.

The wind was blowing head-on, and the vitality seemed to be absorbed by the mysterious body in an extremely unpleasant way, and the clouds moved in all directions to avoid it...

What's wrong?

A huge question mark appeared in Yang Jian's heart.

Fortunately, he is cultivating the mysterious body and the flesh body. If he is a monk who majors in Yuanshen Yuanshen Dao, he must be crying at this time.

After thinking about it, Yang Jian finally realized what happened to him before he landed in Tongguan.

Beheading Dao Patriarch, who fits the Dao of Heaven, is equivalent to beheading half of Dao's body; now, Dao of this world regards him as an enemy.

Heavenly Dao shouldn't have such 'emotions'. It should follow the 'indicators' such as luck, karma, and merit to send down divine punishment or blessings. Therefore, Yang Jian has nothing to do with Yang Jian based on his own luck and the merits accumulated in the Great Tribulation.

But even if Yang Jian cannot be punished and punished by heaven, express hostility and dislike to Yang Jian, hinder Yang Jian's path of cultivation, increase bad luck and reduce luck for Yang Jian, but the way of heaven can do it at will.

Moreover, Tiandao has already started to do it...

Yang Jian can clearly feel that his luck is being continuously weakened...

"this!"

Yang Jian couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, if he really wanted to go on like this, would he become the 'broom star' of the heavenly court?

Looking down at the Tianyan Daozi in his hand, Yang Jian didn't care too much, directly broke into Tongguan, which had been captured by Zhou Jun, broke into a private room of a restaurant, laid Tianyan Daozi flat, and began to use the profound energy to heal him.

As soon as Yang Jian's profound energy poured into Tianyan Daozi's body, the phantom of a big bell covered Tianyan Daozi and separated Yang Jian's profound energy.

At this time, Yang Jian was not surprised by the spirit of the treasure, he bowed his hands to the big bell, and said: "Don't worry, I am healing Taoist Tianyan, not hurting him."

The Donghuang Bell seemed to recognize Yang Jian's aura, and a ray of thought passed into Yang Jian's heart, calm, majestic, and with a touch of arrogance.

'Thank you. '

Yang Jian smiled, although his heart was a little shocked - this was the first time Lingbao communicated with him directly with such clear words!

He took out two pills from the panacea given by his master, fed them to Tianyan Daozi, and used his profound energy to restore life to Tianyan Daozi's broken body. After working so hard for half a day, Tianyan Daozi finally opened his eyes weakly.

At that time, it was already half a month after the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation passed, Zhou Jun conquered Tongguan five days ago, and King Wu's drowsiness naturally healed as the six soul banners changed into Pangu banners that day.

Zhou Jun's army was unmatched, threatening Chaoge City after Lintong Pass.

It doesn't matter if Yang Jian delays for half a day.

"Beheaded?"

Tianyan Daozi asked in a hoarse voice, with a little anxiety in his eyes.

"Well," Yang Jian replied, "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand in front of you safely, and Qianhong would definitely not spare your life."

Tianyan Daozi put his hands on his forehead, turned over and sat up, coughing weakly.

A little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be inferior to ordinary people at this moment.

"Really beheaded?"

His black jewel-like eyes stared at Yang Jian. At this moment, he was no longer mysterious, less aloof and aloof, not to mention the calmness of controlling everything at will.

Yang Jian nodded heavily, and said, "Look at my current situation, you should be able to know the result."

Daozi Tianyan frowned, stared at Yang Jian closely, and then suddenly laughed non-stop, with a hazy mist in his eyes...

"It's good to cut it, it's good to cut it! Cough, cough cough..."

Fearing that this guy would be too excited to pass out, Yang Jian said: "Heal your wounds first, and think of a way to resolve this situation for me."

"Wait for me a moment."

Tianyan Daozi said so, holding the Chaos Clock with his left hand with some difficulty, and flicked the wall of the clock with his fingers.

The Chaos Clock made a 'ding' sound, and disappeared without a trace with Daozi Tianyan.

Yang Jian frowned and waited for a moment, a dao rhyme circulated in this small house, Tianyan Daozi appeared out of thin air again, as if he had changed his person, regaining his usual temperament again.

It's just that today's Tianyan Daozi no longer wears a cloak.

"Has the injury healed?" Yang Jian asked in surprise.

"After 30,000 years of healing, I have finally recovered 30% of my mana, which is not bad." Daozi Tianyan showed a little loneliness in his eyes, and made a gesture of invitation to Yang Jian, "I came as promised, let's sit down first and then talk... I thought you would order some mortal food and drink."

Thirty thousand years but a short moment?

Yang Jian finally understood the horror of the Chaos Clock, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Taoist Qianhong being suppressed by thousands of Chaos Bells.

Although Tianyan Daozi was born more than a thousand years ago, but with the Chaos Clock in his hand, Tianyan Daozi may have lived for an unknown number of years.

He couldn't help asking: "How long have you prepared to plot against Taoist Qianhong?"

"Ten Yuanhui... Alas," Daozi Tianyan shook his head and sighed softly, and then showed a relieved expression, "I am the incarnation of Pangu's will, and I am also the obsession of Heaven's 'dissatisfaction' with Hongjun. I am a living being, but I am not a living being."

"What I have to do since I was born, or after that, is to protect this world for God the Father."

Yang Jian was also a little emotional when he heard the words, sitting on the seat next to Tianyan Daozi, said: "Since this is the case, you should have a way to change my current situation."

"No."

Tianyan Daozi replied bluntly, Yang Jian was choked up and couldn't speak for a moment.

"Then what are you doing back here!"

"Of course I'm watching you laugh."

Yang Jian's back molars were a little sore, he snorted, got up and said, "In that case, I will leave."

"Brother Yang, wait a minute," said Tianyan Daozi with a smile, "Although it was only under the guise of your hand, you were indeed the one who killed the Dao ancestor. It is only natural that the Heavenly Dao rejects you, but you only need to find some formations and magic tools to deceive the Heavenly Dao, so that the Heavenly Dao can't find you, and you will be safe."

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he replied angrily to Tianyan Daozi: "Thank you."

Then he took out a small piece of broken jade from the black turtle belt, and wrapped it around his arm with a fairy rope.

The feeling that someone was always staring at his neck with a dagger from behind really disappeared.

"This is just an expedient measure," Tianyan Daozi reminded Yang Jian, "If you are abandoned by the way of heaven, your luck will be weak at the beginning, and then you will be punished by the gods again and again, causing harm to your relatives and friends around you."

Yang Jian frowned suddenly, he was also worried about this matter.

"Is it really impossible to resolve?"

"Now the four sages should be in charge of the way of heaven, but now the four sages can only repair the way of heaven instead of being able to control it at will like Qianhong. You only need to wait for the four sages to complete the control of the way of heaven, and you can resolve this trouble."

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, "Since that's the case, then I'll just wait."

Daozi Tianyan said quietly again: "The way of heaven today is not the way of heaven when Qianhong joined forces. If the Four Sages want to fully control it, it must be after your family has suffered disaster."

"Then what do you say!" Yang Jian glared at Tianyan Daozi bitterly, feeling that it would be more reassuring for this guy to be unconscious.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Daozi Tianyan laughed again, got up, walked to Yang Jian's side, and looked at Yang Jian.

"It's actually very simple, you just need to leave the prehistoric world temporarily."

leave?

Yang Jian was hesitant to speak, and Daozi Tianyan continued beside him: "The matter of conferring the gods has only the final finishing touch, and it will be over in a month or two. According to your current situation, you can stay in the prehistoric wilderness for a hundred days at most. After a hundred days, the Dao of Heaven will definitely punish you and those who are close to you."

"It dares!"

"Why don't you dare?" Daozi Tianyan sighed softly, "Luck is the most difficult thing to tell. Maybe your cute girl made a mistake when she was cultivating the Tao, maybe your mother will be fascinated by pollen when watering the flowers..."

Yang Jian clenched his fists and stared at Tianyan Daozi for a while, at this moment he really wanted to ask him——

How many benefits Master Xuandu has given you!

This is completely forcing him to end the Battle of the Conferred Gods as soon as possible, and then rush to Xuandu City to be a 'keeper'...

No, why did he suddenly feel that he was plotted by Xuandu from the beginning to the end?

For the plan to kill Qianhong, Master Xuandu must have insight into the overall situation, and he must also know that Yang Jian needs to mobilize Pangu's will, and use the three treasures to condense the sky axe...

Killing the Dao ancestor with his own hands will definitely be abandoned by the heavens. The great master Xuandu really calculated everything just right.

"What are you thinking about?"

Daozi Tianyan asked a question from the side, and it was quite interesting to see the change in Yang Jian's face.

"It's nothing, I'll admit it," Yang Jian regained his composure, and asked again: "How long will it take for the Four Sages to rule the way of heaven?"

"The fastest is ten thousand years, and the slowest is unspeakable."

Ten thousand years?

Ten thousand years?

Yang Jian clenched his fists, as expected, he still couldn't accept the fact that he was being played around by Master Xuandu from beginning to end!

This uncle who is not upright will beat him up sooner or later!

Things have come to this point, cursing is useless, Yang Jian calmed down and looked at Tianyan Daozi.

"Where are you going next?"

"Let's practice," Tianyan Daozi looked at Tongguan, half of the city, and said in a low voice, "All living beings must be protected by saints."

Yang Jian shook his head, said "Take care", cast an escape method, and went to King Wu's palace.

Hundred days...

It's just a hundred days, how long can he stay with his family?

In other words, he is now a 'physique' that is 'disliked' by heaven, the more contact with him, the more unlucky he is?

Yang Jian groaned a few times, and just happened to go to King Wu to testify.