The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian was originally interested in the way of puppets, but after hearing a few words from Master Xuandu, he could only regretfully dispel his thoughts.

The Way of Puppets was only a small way in the prehistoric era, but it was quite popular in the Taisu era.

In that glorious world of monasticism, the young monks of the big family had few big Luo puppets as guardians, and they were ashamed to go out and wander.

But the way of puppets is not the way of becoming a saint. The way of Taisu era is perfect, and the way of protecting Taisu has reached the peak of "order". Why, the forty-nine ways have appeared in Taisu's world early on.

Without sanctification, the way of puppets can only be a small way after all.

A ghost who was immersed in the way of puppets was dissatisfied and devoted himself to exploring the way of puppets, but finally lost his mind. The puppet forged with his body broke through the quasi-sacred realm, but he still could not become a saint.

This person is the old man sitting in the corner thinking.

"How Taisu was shattered, you and I have no way of knowing at this moment, and this senior's mind has long been lost, and he can only make his own puppets, just like real puppets."

The voice transmission of Master Xuandu stopped abruptly after a sigh.

The only senior master who is good at the way of puppet is obviously mentally chaotic at this time, and the way of puppet is probably beyond his reach.

Maybe he took the time to think about it. With so many "samples" of puppets in front of him, he would definitely gain something after a long time, but Yang Jian really didn't dare to spend time on this road.

With such kung fu, it is really better to practice hard to return to the advanced realm of eight or nine mysterious arts, and strive to condense the mysterious yellow indestructible body as soon as possible.

Speaking of the realm of Xuangong, Yang Jian has faintly noticed recently that he seems to have enough time to return to the grand realm, and he can try to condense the Xuanhuang body.

But this is just reaching the threshold of the eighth level of practice. As the old rules, the seventh level still has two levels of perfection and limit. Yang Jian persisted all the way, and it is impossible to give up hastily at this time.

Perhaps when the thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads gathered in his profound body, it would be the day when Guihong Realm officially touched the limit of breakthrough.

The problem ensues...

How to break through the seventh level?

Back then, when the fifth level broke through the limit, seventy-two Xuangang steel nails pierced through his body in pain, and Yang Jian's hairs would stand on end just thinking about it.

Although the profound art left by the big brother Pangu is strong, if there is no will to sustain it, it will be quite dangerous.

Returning to the Hongjing is to perfectly integrate the soul and body of the Xuangong practitioner, and then take another step to achieve the Xuanhuang Body; the completion of the Xuanhuang Body is the Xuanhuang Indestructible Body, which is the ultimate state of Xuangong.

What is Xuanhuang?

Xuan is the color of the sky, yellow is the color of the earth, and Xuan Huang is the sky and the earth.

The acme of Yang Jian's Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu seems to be to reach the point of being immortal within this world, and if he takes a step forward, he will step out of the world and become a true Daoist saint.

It's a pity that this step is too difficult, the real Yuding is the best example.

And the dementia-like old man under the city wall should also be regarded as a kind of example...

Yang Jian was staring at the city wall in a daze, with mixed feelings and daydreams in his heart, and he didn't realize that there was a small hand wrapped in white gauze shaking constantly in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's all right," Yang Jian came back to his senses, and cupped his hands to Puppet Fourteen, "I've learned something from my practice, so I'm leaving today, thank you...thank you, Miss, for your guidance."

"Girl? What's that?"

Yang Jian was at a loss for words for a while, and said with a smile: "My respectful title for you."

"Honorable title," Puppet Fourteen chuckled. I don't know how the puppet master did it. The voice is really pleasant.

Puppet Fourteen also cupped his hands, and said to Yang Jian, "Girl, take your leave."

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly. He always felt that this Puppet Fourteen was either too simple-minded or too black-bellied to make him happy...

Flying back to the Ninth Major Formation, Yang Jian returned to Ao Xinke's side, sat cross-legged in meditation, yawned and began to practice with his eyes closed.

The Spirit Race army outside didn't know when to retreat; but when they dispatched a few batches of reinforcements, they should retreat in spite of difficulties.

Will it take months, or years, or decades?

Yang Jian didn't know, but fortunately he practiced Xuan Gong with peace of mind. This place is full of aura, and although the Taoism has been distorted, it seems to have another kind of mysterious realm, and it may be beneficial to learn more.

Quietly, both Yang Jian and Ao Xinke began to practice here, one was pondering the method of advanced Xuangong, and the other was studying the supernatural power of palming the soul given by Master Xuandu.

The Wuling Lord at the side stood there abruptly, full of awkwardness, but the struggle in his eyes gradually turned into helplessness and obedience...

The supernatural power that Ao Xinke is practicing at this time is considered a fatal spot for the Chaos Spirit Race. Its effect is not to make the Chaos Spirit Race "controlled by others", but to continuously blur their minds, so that they gradually no longer have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

If it is said to be vicious, it is not wrong.

Just half a day later, a faint mysterious aura appeared around Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian's figure slowly floated up and down in the aura.

This breath is like a ray of light when the primordial world was first created, and it is also like the rising smoke from the mortal village in Nanzhou at dusk...

Master Xuandu was obviously startled by Yang Jian's Dao rhyme when he was practicing, and his figure appeared silently behind Yang Jian.

The Wuling Lord next to him, who should be a stunner, was not able to be looked at by the great mage of Xuandu from the beginning to the end.

There is no age in practice, and Yang Jian fell into practice, and it has been several months in a blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the loud explosion sound from the outermost wall of Xuandu City, Yang Jian probably wouldn't be able to break free from the realm of enlightenment.

Yang Jian and Ao Xinke opened their eyes and got up almost at the same time. Before Ao Xinke could speak, Yang Jian immediately said: "You wait here, I'll go outside and have a look."

"En," Ao Xinke replied, swallowing back the words on her lips.

On the side, Wu Lingzhu seemed to disdain Yang Jian for being so domineering, but he only showed a little expression, and dared not say a word.

Yang Jian took a step forward, and his figure soared into the sky, passing through the eight major formations, and reached the outermost city wall.

Grand Master Xuandu was standing in front of the ninth major formation, standing out of thin air, with his hands behind his back, looking from a distance, he was indescribably carefree and unrestrained.

Outside the formation, more than a dozen figures are teaming up to bombard the formation, each of them has an astonishing aura, and there is a figure wrapped in black air, the dao rhyme lingering around him is the most terrifying.

Lord of the Black Spirit.

"Come?" The unhurried greeting of Master Xuandu came, and Yang Jian's figure had already landed beside Xuandu.

Yang Jian asked: "Can they break through the outermost formation?"

"It can be broken, but it can't be broken," Xuan Du shook his head, "If they work together, and each of them has a desperate heart, without reservation, they can barely break through this huge formation. It's a pity, how can they use all their strength if they have ghosts in their hearts?"

Yang Jian couldn't help chuckling when he heard this.

"Uncle, do you still expect someone to break through the formation?"

Unexpectedly, Xuandu said: "Of course, the teacher just ordered me to guard Xuandu City. If they don't come in, I can only watch like this... Tsk, I'm not happy, I'm really not happy."

Yang Jian:……

Well, to some extent, I can feel the anguish in the heart of an old fairy who has suppressed a few yuanhui here.

Looking at the battle outside, Yang Jian began to think about how to calculate the affairs of the four spirit worlds.

If you want to conquer the four spirit worlds, you naturally start with the fog spirit world.

As long as the Wuling Lord returns to the Wuling Realm and stabilizes the masters of the Wuling Realm, then Yang Jian only needs to secretly knock out the masters of the Wuling Realm and restrain them with the magical power to control the spirit core, and the Wuling Realm can quietly become his initial team.

How to let the Wuling master return to the Wuling world safely is what Yang Jian is thinking at this time.

After thinking about it, it seems that only the 'bitter meat plan' is feasible.

"Uncle, I have thought of a way to let the Wuling Master mix back into the Wuling Realm."

Xuandu looked at Yang Jian in surprise, "When did you become so hardworking and motivated? I didn't even urge you, but you started planning such a big event!"

Yang Jianquan acted as if he hadn't heard it, and quietly watched the dozen or so Chaos creature powerhouses and Great Primordial Cultivator attack the formation outside.

Xuan Du sneered, and took the initiative to come over, "What kind of method can you tell me? If it is feasible, Master will help you with all your strength, how about it?"

It turns out that this guy thought about not helping at the beginning!

Yang Jian was also laughed out of anger, and when he explained his strategy in detail, Xuandu thought for a while, nodded and shook his head. "

"Although the idea is good, but we have to wait for some time, how about this..."

So and so, and so and so, and so on, when Xuandu improved Yang Jian's calculation a little, the uncle and nephew began to discuss incessantly there, and sometimes they would quarrel when they disagreed, but they didn't really fight.

Outside the large formation in Xuandu City, countless eyes watched the colorful formation, and those masters who kept making shots also noticed that the power of the formation was gradually fading, as if they saw an opportunity to rush into Xuandu City.

As everyone knows, if the outermost formation is really blown away by them, it may not be a good thing...

Another half month later.

With the continuous bombardment of more than a dozen masters of the four spirit masters, the colorful formation in Xuandu City became more and more dim.

The counterattack in the formation became more and more violent, and many counterattacks were aimed at the dozen or so people standing scattered in front of the formation.

No matter how you look at it, no matter how you calculate it, the scene in front of you seems to prove that the large formation in Xuandu City can no longer last for too long...

Out of the dozen or so masters outside the formation, four are quasi-sages under Wu Lingzhu, several are guest officials of the Chaos Spirit Clan, and several are confidantes of the other three spirit lords.

Among them, the Black Spirit Lord, who has always been surrounded by black air and cannot see his true face, is the most powerful and most powerful figure, and seems to have the power to fight against the Great Master Xuandu.

Logically speaking, the four spirit masters should know that there are more than one level in the Xuandu City formation, but they are still working hard at this time, which is a bit weird.

Yang Jian asked Master Xuandu about this matter, but Master Xuandu was also vague.

Probably, if the four spirit masters can break through the outermost formation of Xuandu City, they can raise their arms and call out more powerful ones among the chaotic creatures, and countless masters will flock to them.

"Uncle, among these chaotic creatures, there is no saint?"

Yang Jian asked a little worriedly.

Xuandu smiled casually, "You can break the realm of a saint? It's not easy to practice in the chaos, and it's a thousand times easier to practice in the wilderness than here, isn't it only six!"

Only then did Yang Jian feel relieved.

After seeing the fighting skills of saints, Yang Jian knew what a powerful enemy he was.

"Ready to attack," Xuan Du ordered with a straight face, Yang Jian glanced at the light wall of the large formation that was getting thinner, nodded slightly, and slowly retreated behind the second large formation.

After the second major formation, the Wuling Lord was kneeling and sitting there, his eyes as gentle as water did not fluctuate.

"Do everything according to what I say, don't make any trouble."

"Master please rest assured."

Yang Jian nodded and stood quietly, waiting for the moment when the formation outside was torn apart...