The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Master, when can I learn escapism?"

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

"Mmm, um," the girl shook her head lightly, looking at the master's back by the window, sitting cross-legged, she felt a little more embarrassed.

Yang Jian's body was sailing on a warship in the chaotic sea at this time, and he was incarnate here with a little distraction, and came to teach his disciples to practice.

"Master..." Zixia pursed her lips, and asked a little tentatively, "A few days ago, the Heavenly Court summoned Master, why didn't the Master return to the Heavenly Court?"

Yang Jian laughed softly: "I said it all, the only one left here is my incarnation, how can I go to fight for the Heavenly Court?"

"Oh," Zixia said in a low voice, with a slightly disappointed expression on her face, "I also thought, how handsome Master would be if he could wear armor like those heavenly soldiers and generals."

"You don't think about cultivating on weekdays, what are you thinking about!" Yang Jian reprimanded with a straight face, Zixia giggled, "Then, master, please teach me the evasion technique of escaping and saving my life, so that I can escape in time when I encounter danger."

This apprentice, on the other hand, is becoming more and more indifferent to him, and his master is really not majestic enough...

But having said that, the dignified Zhenjun Erlang's only apprentice at this time, the disciple of Daoist Yuding, and the direct disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, opened his mouth to save his life...

"Let me teach you the method of vertical golden light," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Your cultivation base is still low now, and you can't master too advanced escape methods."

Zixia blinked, sat upright quickly, lowered her head in a dignified manner, and said, "Thank you, Master, for teaching the Fa."

"Listen carefully...do you want to go out?"

"Well, I want to go outside and have a look at the mountains and rivers."

Yang Jian smiled casually, thinking about something in his heart, and said: "Come here, please go and ask Feng Shan and Feng Wu to leave the customs, and I will take you to the prehistoric wilderness together."

"Master, is it true?"

Zixia's big eyes were full of surprises, Yang Jian purposely put on a straight face, and said: "If you don't want to, forget it, and practice with peace of mind."

"Master, I am willing! Master, I am willing! I will call the two teachers' wives right now!"

Yang Jian glared at her, Zixia giggled and ran away without a trace.

Not long after, there were two phoenix cries from the depths of Meishan, Feng Wu, who was gentle and peaceful but with a little unresolved sorrow, and Feng Shan, who looked tired and seemed to be practicing too hard, was pulled by Zixia and forcibly dragged in front of Yang Jian.

Shi Feng Lingyu was in Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian felt somewhat indebted to the two of them in his heart, with a slight smile on his face, he said, "You two, let's go for a walk?"

Feng Wu smiled softly, and nodded slightly to Yang Jian, "Okay."

But Feng Shan muttered in a low voice: "Where are we going, don't you know how tired we are from cultivation? Now that I'm a master, I don't know the sufferings of little monks like us!"

"Cultivation requires a combination of work and rest." Yang Jian also had more patience with Feng Shan, and said with a smile, "Which one of you has a magic weapon? The cultivation of my incarnation can't be wasted, and the waste will be gone."

"Let me come," Feng Wu said, taking out a piece of fire feather, and the fire feather radiated soft light, turning into a boat like a crescent moon.

"Master, please," Zixia waited beside her in a decent manner, Yang Jian laughed and stepped into the boat.

He didn't want to walk around in the wilderness at first. After all, he is not in the wilderness at this time. Although this avatar has some strength, it is difficult to be alone. It is more reliable to guard in the mountains.

But Tuer wants to go out for a walk...

Immortals rarely have offspring, so Yang Jian learned how to treat his apprentices from Master Yuding, which is almost 120% doting.

Although her name is Zixia, Yang Jian will not be so bored as to think that she will have something to do with a certain monkey. After all, this is a prehistoric place, and there may be Journey to the West, but that is just the calculation of the Western religion.

And Yang Jian, at this time, has no fear of Western religion at all.

At worst, the main body came back to fight once, and it only took ten days and half a month.

When I got on the fire boat, I didn't feel hot and dry, but it was cool everywhere.

Fengshan leaned against the corner and closed her eyes to rest, while Zixia lay on the bow and looked outside excitedly.

"Where are you going?" Feng Wu asked in a low voice.

Yang Jian said: "Let's go for a walk, it's time to take her to see the world."

"En," Feng Wu nodded lightly, controlled the fire boat and flew out of the Meishan formation, heading towards Central Shenzhou.

At the bottom of Meishan, Bai Ze, who sensed the change in the formation, opened his eyes and muttered: "The avatars are not idle, as expected, they still attacked the two little phoenixes, tsk tsk, this guy."

In the back of Meishan Mountain, Da Ang, who was practicing the witch clan boys and girls, smacked his lips, and suddenly began to miss those witches in the clan land.

Perhaps, he should also consider finding a witch, give birth to a few little witches, and spread his blood.

Didn't Yang Jian already have such abilities, and is still working tirelessly on this matter...

"Cheer up, and practice the drill I just taught you a thousand times, and if I miss one time, I will kick you!"

Da Ang said something ferociously, but a group of witch clan boys and girls kept their faces indifferent and began to practice the tactics that Da Ang taught just now.

As for the punishment or something, they only heard the head coach Xi said it, and they didn't see him actually do it at all.

Da Ang patrolled around with his hands behind his back, found a corner where no one was there, lay down on a rock he often went to and began to sleep soundly.

Probably, this is his usual habit.

Outside Meishan, the fire boat was flying slowly and didn't talk much. Yang Jian took out a pot of sake and drank with Feng Wu. The two seemed to have nothing to talk about, but they got along peacefully.

Zixia looked left and right on the boat, and kept sending small compliments.

Look at the wonderful mountains and mountains, and enjoy the great rivers and rivers.

Zixia's long hair was fluttering when she was doing her makeup quietly. Yang Jian glanced at her, shook his head and chuckled.

"Oh, my apprentice is also a restless temper."

Zixia looked back at her master, aggrieved, Yang Jian waved her hand, "This is very good."

Feng Wu on the side smiled softly, poured wine for Yang Jian, held it in front of Yang Jian with both hands, and said in a low voice: "I haven't thanked you yet, Zhenjun let uncle off once that day."

"You mentioned it last time, forgot?"

Feng Wu blinked, then looked at Yang Jian, and insisted: "This time it's more formal."

"Haha," Yang Jian laughed twice, took the wine glass, and took a sip with his head raised.

"I am not a mortal enemy with him, and I am quite touched by the painstaking efforts of Senior Kong Xuan for the Phoenix Clan," Yang Jian sighed in a low voice, "Although the peacock eats people, Kong Xuan is now an indispensable power in the world, and he even went to swim in the Chaos Sea..."

Yang Jian's words stopped, and it was not appropriate to tell others the following message.

Kong Xuan went to search for the enemy, and Yang Jian always respected him in his heart.

If it were him, he would involve too much and be reluctant to let go, even if he would rather fight to the death when those powerful enemies come, and protect them behind him, he would not take the risk alone.

At that time, Kong Xuan was plotted against by the Golden Winged Peng of the Phoenix Clan and the Western Sect, so he must have been ashamed.

"Feng Clan don't go back from now on," Yang Jian said, "If they find you, you will let me know. Back then, I promised Kong Xuan to protect your sisters, and I will protect you to the end."

Feng Wu looked at Yang Jian tenderly, feeling a little embarrassed to see Yang Jian.

"Don't think about it too much, this is a gentleman's promise between me and Kong Xuan."

Feng Wu said: "Well, I know, let me toast you again."

Yang Jian handed the cup over with a smile, seeing the blue sky and white clouds, and the fairy court facing the sky by chance, he felt somewhat moved in his heart.

In the Primal Chaos Sea, you can't see such a scene.

...

At a glance, the Chaos Sea is filled with all kinds of gray mist, and there are unspeakable dangers hidden in the mist.

More than a dozen coffin-like warships lined up in the chaotic sea. Behind these warships, there were millions of figures, some chaotically divided into four large formations, following behind the warships and moving forward.

Hundreds of Da Luo Jinxian were scattered throughout the army, forming a large formation together with the three quasi-sages, barely holding the chaotic sea around the army.

This kind of "stabilization" is especially necessary, otherwise this group of tyrannical troops will easily be swallowed by the chaotic gap that suddenly appeared, or attract the prey of chaotic beasts.

In the third battleship on the left in front, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke were sitting on futons in the corner, and Yang Jian seemed to be practicing with his eyes closed.

In fact, the mind returned to the prehistoric past across the chaotic sea, and used the avatar to wander around with the apprentice between the heaven and the earth.

"Husband..."

Yang Jian in the wilderness immediately made a gesture, closed his eyes and sat quietly, and slowly closed his eyes.

As if experiencing vicissitudes and time flies, Yang Jian's mind was drawn away, disappeared in the blink of an eye in the vast chaotic sea, and returned to his own body.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, his blank eyes gradually congealed with divine light.

Ao Xinke said: "To kill these monsters or not?"

Yang Jian wanted to say kill, but remembered something, and whispered: "If they don't offend us, don't bother with them."

Perhaps, these ten or so Da Luo Jin Yao will also be a small force to protect the prehistoric world.

Although it is also possible that they turned the tip of the knife upside down...

"Is it almost there?"

Ao Xinke nodded lightly, and said in a low voice: "Husband, I heard the voice of the quasi-sage just now, saying that we are about to leave Xuandu City, let us go to see the Wuling Lord."

"Really?" Yang Jian smiled immediately.

Are these monks in the chaos so unsuspecting? They don't even know where they are going, so they are going to see the Wuling Lord?

It's really a way to die.

But after thinking about it, Yang Jian suddenly understood why they could get close to the four spirit masters so easily.

For the monks who came here, in order to find their own opportunities in the city of Xuandu, there are countless cases where they hit it off with the spirit clan.

On the other hand, Xuandu City is almost completely closed, protected by a large formation, and no one person has ever entered or left. No one would have thought that Xuandu City would have "strong assistance" coming today.

"Everyone, we are here."

A big Luo of the Spirit Race stood up and said, but the alien bull demon who recruited them went to nowhere.

Yang Jian smiled, and waited quietly for more than a dozen monster masters on the battle boat to go down first, and then took Ao Xinke out of the battle boat and entered...

Chaos Sea?

No, this place is like a piece of heaven and earth. Although yin and yang are still indistinguishable, the sea of ​​chaos seems to have frozen.

Feel carefully, it seems to be a kind of dao rhyme that seems to be absent...

"Husband, that is Xuandu City."

Yang Jian looked up, his eyes reflected the high dark wall shining under the colorful light in the sky, and his heart throbbed inexplicably.

Finally...

Saint's tomb.

Xuandu City.

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