The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

This is Xuandu?

The Daoist Holy Land, the place where nearly half of the innate spiritual treasures and innate treasures were unearthed, contains the secrets of the Taisu Taiji Taoist saints, and sometimes the remaining Dao rhymes of the Daoist saints circulate...

The Taoist ancestor Qianhong once walked out of here, and countless monks in ancient times were beaten to death, and even infected every inch of it with immortal blood...

here……

"Is it really Xuandu City?"

With several black lines hanging on his forehead, Yang Jian asked Ao Xinke beside him in a low voice.

Ao Xinke also frowned, shook her head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Husband, I only know how to not lose my way in the sea of ​​chaos..."

"Did we go wrong?"

"Probably not," Ao Xinke pinched her fingers and calculated, shook her head lightly, and finally said with certainty, "This should be Xuandu City."

"But this..."

Yang Jian felt a little powerless to complain for a while.

If what appeared in front of him was an ancient city with ruins and even a small temple, then he wouldn't be so surprised.

At this time, floating in the chaotic sea ahead is a huge town with incomparable majesty!

The two sky-like formations docked with each other, like a huge eggshell, opening up a vast world in the Chaos Clock.

In this world, there are continuous fairy lights, prehistoric creatures and chaotic creatures can be seen everywhere, and there are even dozens of islands in the sky linked together by fairy power.

"Master Xuandu is not practicing hard, this is clearly enjoying blessings."

"Husband, the formation here is only to isolate the energy of chaos and provide spiritual energy to this small world. Shall we just go in like this?"

Yang Jian faintly felt that this might not be the end of his trip.

"Of course I have to ask. If this is Xuandu City, then I'll just move my family here and live there permanently."

Ao Xinke chuckled, took Yang Jian's arm, and the two slowly moved towards the eggshell.

In the chaotic sea, even a quasi-sage with such a cultivation level cannot use his spiritual sense to examine the 'details' carefully, because the universe is uncertain and the way is unstable. A handful of the breath of the chaotic sea may be a world.

There are dozens of entrances and exits in the eggshell formation, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke randomly found one, and flew behind the long queue.

At the entrance, there are a few Daluo Jinxians standing, either wearing Taoist robes or battle armor, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, who seem to be from the prehistoric human race; there are three or four fierce gods, but they are creatures born and raised in the chaos.

The long queues were naturally monks, nearly half of them were Da Luo Jinxian, and a small half were led by Da Luo Jinxian, otherwise they would not be able to gain a foothold in the chaos.

If in prehistoric times, the longevity golden immortal is the real starting point for monks; then in chaos, this threshold has been raised to Daluo.

Although it is not easy to become a Daluo, if the time is long enough, many Daluo Jinxians can be born through hard work.

But quasi-sage, this is not a state that can be reached through hard work...

"Xinke," Yang Jian said suddenly, "I will let you breathe out later, and you will breathe out."

"Well," Ao Xinke didn't ask much, but quietly leaned beside Yang Jian and followed the team slowly forward.

If you enter the battle, you will be interrogated, and you have to pay some treasures, such as panacea, treasure ores, which can be regarded as the "protection fee" for this place.

Yang Jian took a piece of spiritual mine, which he picked up casually in the sea of ​​chaos before, and he didn't intend to shake the tiger's body and overturn these "little brothers" who are guarding the gate.

The line was quiet, and no one was talking; the two chaotic creatures behind Yang Jian and his wife seemed to be whispering something, but they couldn't understand the words, and Yang Jian couldn't understand what they were muttering.

Probably, it is also a matter of practice.

After waiting for half an hour, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke finally stood in front of the vortex at the entrance of the formation.

Da Luo, who didn't speak much before, looked at Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, and asked with a smile: "You two are Taoist couples? Where did you come from?"

"Yes, I have come out from the prehistoric era to practice."

"Oh? It's really rare for Taoist couples to be so close to the Da Luo Jinxian," Da Luo chuckled, took a jade tablet in his hand, and turned Yang Jian's words into common words in the prehistoric era, and entered them into the jade card.

The human Da Luo kept asking: "I don't know the two Dao names?"

"My name is Qing Ding, my wife Luo Tong."

There is nothing wrong with Yang Jian lying. Da Luo, the human race, collected the information with a smile, as if he had long been accustomed to concealing his own footsteps.

"How about the two cultivation bases? Let's talk about it."

"Da Luo, otherwise there is no way to walk in the chaos, right?" Yang Jian's eyes showed a hint of arrogance just right, and the gatekeeper Da Luo still took no surprises.

"It's roughly collected. You two only need to pay a little treasure to enter the city."

Yang Jian nodded and took out the ore, "Is this enough?"

The gatekeeper Luo nodded calmly, and raised his hand to take the ore given by Yang Jian; but the eyes of the other three gatekeepers around him changed.

Obviously, this ore should be a good thing.

"You two, please, take this jade card with you. This place is no different from the place where you two practice. There are mixed fish and dragons, and there are countless strong people. Even if you have Da Luo's cultivation base, you can't do anything recklessly in the city."

"Thank you for reminding."

Yang Jian cupped his hands, Ao Xinke just watched Yang Jian from the sidelines from the beginning to the end, without looking at anyone else.

The two walked into the vortex, but Yang Jian left behind a trace of consciousness, wrapped in profound energy, and attached to the formation.

The light and shadow in front of them flowed, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke entered the light wall, looked at the figures flying in the sky and escaping in front of them, and decided to go to the fairy island in front of them.

You are not familiar with the place, so you have to be careful when you inquire about the news, so as not to cause any trouble for yourself.

They had just moved forward when Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat when he heard the conversation of the four Da Luo Jinxians guarding the gate.

"Which brat is really blind, but this mixed black stone is of good quality. Fellow Daoist, you got a windfall."

"Hehe, this happens often, so it's not surprising. Such a young monk, who has achieved great achievements for tens of thousands of years, is invincible, but he doesn't know that although chaos is dangerous, it is not as dangerous as a monk's heart."

"Such a fortune, and you still bring your own Taoist companion... Tsk, I'm afraid I will see his bones floating in a few days..."

Yang Jian listened for a while, but he didn't have any useful information except that he was disgusted by these big Luo Jinxians.

The so-called fairy island, the upper three floors and the lower three floors are all stone houses and wooden houses, and various formations can be seen everywhere, most of which are mainly for protection.

Arriving at a small building like an inn, Yang Jian saw that the person sitting in front of the small building was an old man of the human race, so he walked up to it with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, are you going to cultivate in a small shop?" The human race old man's eyes lit up, he stood up with a smile, his aura fluctuated, he should have been a Daluo Jinxian originally, but now his cultivation level cannot be stabilized for some reason.

"The small shop has a minimum of three yuan stones to live in for a year. It seems that the two are also human monks. We are from the same race. We only need to pay a ten-year deposit in advance, and we can practice until the day we leave the customs and then settle the settlement!"

one year...

It's not wrong, for a monk, ten or a hundred years is nothing more than a normal period of retreat and practice.

Yang Jian's cultivation time is still too short.

"Fellow Daoist, to tell the truth, my wife and I have just entered the Chaos Sea," Yang Jian said with a smile, took a jade bottle, and handed it to the old man, "This is a bottle of medicine refined by my master, please accept it."

The shopkeeper nodded with a smile, took the elixir, just took a look, and said with a smile: "Respecting the master is good for cultivation, and the way of alchemy is good for attainment. Please sit inside, and the poor Taoist may be able to explain a thing or two for the two of you."

After all, he can be regarded as a successful monk, with no waves and extraordinary eyesight.

The streets here are fairly wide, but for some reason the houses are pitifully small.

But when Yang Jian followed the old man into the wooden building, the light and shadows around him were continuously distorted, as if he had been shrunk a thousand times, and the four sides were still the walls of the wooden building, but there was a towering mountain full of aura in front of him.

Great array of heaven and earth!

On the high mountain, there are dozens of caves, gathering spirit formations and sound-absolute formations can be seen everywhere, and each cave has a meditative and ingenious design.

"This small shop was also handed down by a senior in Pindao. The formation here was not arranged by me."

The shopkeeper chuckled, and after Yang Jian had finished looking at it, he said with a smile: "Rong Pindao made some guesses. The two wanted to go to the rumored Xuandu City. They arrived here according to the direction given by the respected master, but found that Xuandu City is not what you think?"

Yang Jian also said with a smile: "Could it be that seniors have seen too many monks like our couple who have just entered chaos?"

"I've seen a lot, and I can always meet one or two in hundreds of years, hahaha."

The old shopkeeper shook his head with a smile, and finally said: "This is not Xuandu, Xuandu City is still behind, according to the direction indicated by your master, you can find it in a day or two."

Yang Jian cupped his hands to express his thanks, but the old shopkeeper said: "I didn't intend to stop you, but recently the outside of Xuandu City is quite unstable, you'd better wait a few hundred years before going there."

"Oh?" Yang Jian took out another pot of elixir and said, "Please tell me about it in detail, senior."

"Alright," the old man raised his hand a little, and just before the spirit mountain, behind the "magnificent" gate of the inn, three futons and a low table were placed. "For the sake of these two bottles of panacea that are of great use to me, I will tell you in detail."

"This place is called the Wuling Realm, and it is one of the four major spiritual realms around Xuandu City. The other three places are located on the other three sides of Xuandu City, named 'Black Spirit Realm', 'Rain Spirit Realm', and 'Shang Ling Realm'."

"You are lucky. You broke into the Wuling Realm without knowing anything. If you broke into the Black Spirit Realm and the Death Spirit Realm, which are not very friendly to us monks from the wilderness, your lives are probably in danger by now."

Yang Jian nodded slowly, and asked, "How did senior determine at a glance that we came from the prehistoric times?"

The old shopkeeper said: "Dao rhyme, breath, and chaotic creatures all have spiritual cores in their bodies, otherwise they would not be able to survive and practice in the chaos, and because of the difficulty of cultivating the Tao, most of them have a strong murderous aura."

"However, the Daluo Jinxian who came out of the prehistoric era has mostly neutral and peaceful breaths, and you can detect at a glance whether you have a spiritual core or not with a little vision."

"Young man, do you know how the four great spirit worlds are formed?"

Yang Jian said humbly: "Please enlighten me, senior."