The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The Daluo Realm is actually the 'end point' of a monk's path of cultivation, and only those who have broken through the end can step out of the end point and enter the real master state.

quasi-sage.

Where did this appellation come from and how it was decided? In the prehistoric era, it is no longer possible to study it. It generally refers to the great monks above Da Luo and below the saints.

Since the beginning of the prehistoric era, the innate beings have taken the lead in cultivating in the prehistoric era, and many people have surpassed their own way and entered the quasi-sacred realm;

As the time of Taisu's destruction continued to pass, chaotic creatures also appeared everywhere in the chaotic sea, and the strong among them gradually entered the quasi-sacred realm.

Today's Chaos Sea, to use an inappropriate analogy, is actually a dark and dangerous forest.

The Great Desolation is connected everywhere, and the monks never stop communicating. Therefore, even though there are many hermits in the Great Desolation, the number of quasi-sages can be roughly guessed.

As for the Chaos Sea, because there is no border around it and the communication between the various races is weak, it is impossible to infer the number of Chaos creatures, and it is impossible to know how many quasi-sacred masters there are.

But no matter what, Quasi-Holy Realm can be called a master.

Especially in today's era, when the realm of saints is only the six virtuous saints in the prehistoric world, masters at the pinnacle of quasi-sages, such as Yuding and Xuandu, can intimidate the world.

Quasi-sages, quasi-sages, if given a chance, they could be promoted to great monks of immortal sainthood, but today, in front of Yang Jian, seven in a row were defeated at the same time in an instant!

They all died under the seemingly soft white veil and strips of cloth!

Quasi-holy!

These are the seven quasi-sages! It's not Daluo Jinxian with mixed good and bad, these are all quasi-sages who have jumped out of their own ways and sought opportunities to become holy!

Yang Jian felt a twitch in his heart, and when he saw the figure of Puppet Fourteen, he suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

I can't afford to provoke you, the real evil star.

Puppet Fourteen's phrase "Trespasser dies" was by no means casual. When her ethereal voice fell, these quasi-sage masters who broke into Xuandu City were directly met with disaster.

There are only a few people who are more advanced, quicker to react, or have great supernatural powers to save their lives and escape, and barely escape before Fourteen makes a move...

One by one white veils passed by, intersecting into a net within a radius of one hundred feet, and each veil pierced through the bodies of several quasi-sages...

Intertwined into a net, dripping with blood.

These seven quasi-sages who had no time to escape had no power to fight back!

This scene can be called tragic, but it has an inexplicable sense of beauty. It even makes people feel that the white cloth strips arranged staggered in a big formation should be the best destination for these seven quasi-sages.

The limbs and heads of the seven figures were separated in an instant, and the seven terrifying powers of the primordial spirit disappeared strangely, as if they had been swallowed by Xuandu City in one gulp, without a trace.

Puppet Fourteen appeared on the spot, with his back to the seven people, his eyes looked outside Xuandu City, and locked on the backs of the two figures who had just fled.

The two quasi-sages turned their heads and took a look, sweating all over their bodies, and their Dao hearts were instantly shattered.

"What kind of, what kind of monster is this!"

"Let's go, Xuandu City is not a place we can come to, the Taoist sect is really powerful, this must be the backhand left by Sanqing!"

The eyes of these two quasi-sages revealed great fear, and the quasi-sages' Dao Xin, which should have been calm, was also tumbling non-stop because of their narrow escape.

Except for Yang Jian, only one or two people felt how Puppet Fourteen moved his hands.

When her figure disappeared in a flash, Qiankun Dao twisted and overlapped, and the space was folded up by her like a thin piece of paper.

Then, Puppet Fourteen stood beside the stacked 'thin paper', and flew out two white silks from his wrists, cutting off the vitality of the seven quasi-sages at will.

This is not because the cloth strips wrapped around Puppet Fourteen's body are some powerful treasures, but purely because Puppet Fourteen's control of the Dao of the universe has reached a terrifying level.

simply……

Yang Jian muttered in a low voice: "Sage?"

Although it seemed a bit unlikely, Yang Jian did feel the Taoist rhyme that he had sensed in Master Sanqing and Taoist Qianhong in the body of Puppet Fourteen.

How is this going?

A little suspicious appeared in Yang Jian's heart, and he looked up to search for the figures of the Great Master Xuandu and the Lord of the Black Spirit, but saw that the Great Master Xuandu was also standing in the center of the outermost wall of Xuandu City, his hands were like phantoms, forming some kind of magic seal.

When Puppet Fourteen first appeared, the Black Spirit Lord had already fled directly.

The master uncle once said before that Xuandu City was besieged by a large number of masters, and the nine major formations were broken by four or five layers. It was only with the assistance of four quasi-sage puppets that the masters were repelled.

Presumably the Black Spirit Lord was among those people back then, so he knew the abilities of Puppet Fourteen a long time ago, so he retreated so decisively just now.

On the fourteenth day of Qiankun Dao, Yang Jian was also somewhat interested in the abilities of the other three quasi-sage puppets.

Yang Jian flew out of the big formation, looked at the one-sided massacre outside the formation, and suddenly felt that commanding a million-strong army in Nanzhou was not a great prestige.

"Master, I'm going back first."

"Go," Xuandu was busy with his hands, the puppet Fourteen bowed to Xuandu, raised his hand to greet Yang Jian, and then disappeared in place.

To be honest, the moment she raised her hand, Yang Jian almost escaped in seventy-two changes...

The broken corpses of seven quasi-sages were floating behind the city wall, and more than a dozen treasures were also floating quietly. Yang Jian was not in a hurry to count them, but just glanced at them, and flew to the side of the Great Master Xuandu.

There is no rush to divide the spoils.

Yang Jian suddenly discovered an interesting thing—the quasi-sage masters who died here had six chaotic creatures, and only one Honghuang Daxiu.

It has to be said that these big monks who were born in the prehistoric era are indeed much stronger than the natives of the Chaos Sea.

— means of escape.

As Xuandu continued to form seals, the outermost formation of Xuandu City slowly opened, and a light film of light had already condensed at this time.

Yang Jian stood next to Master Xuandu, watching the chaotic battle outside the city.

"Amazing……"

The scene of Puppet Fourteen making a move appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes, and he sighed softly.

Master Xuandu smiled indifferently, "Nephew, if you continue to work hard, one day you will be able to have the same ability as your uncle, so don't be discouraged."

Yang Jian glanced at Master Xuandu, and naturally realized that the master uncle didn't want to talk more about Puppet Fourteen; he silently looked away, not knowing what to say for a while.

There are many secrets in Xuandu City, and these four quasi-holy puppets seem to hide some secrets.

The road has to be walked step by step, and these stories have to be explored step by step by yourself...

With a move in his heart, Yang Jian said: "Master, I'm going to hunt some spirit cores and come back."

"Go, come back and pack up these quasi-holy corpses, and bury them with the arms and legs that are not needed."

Xuan Du said lightly, but it gave Yang Jian a lot of benefits.

Every quasi-sage is not easy to achieve, so the family background of every quasi-sage is far from comparable to Daluo Jinxian.

Seventy-two changes, Yang Jian turned into a Jinpeng and dashed out, entering the chaotic battlefield.

At this time, the puppet army had taken full advantage, and the Black Spirit Lord was also frightened back by Puppet Fourteen. Yang Jian took the opportunity to intercept and kill some chaotic creatures in the Great Luo Realm, and took their spiritual cores for later use.

It is always necessary to make up the number of three thousand as soon as possible.

The Wuling Lord was nowhere to be found, but with a little thought in Yang Jian's heart, he could vaguely perceive whether the Wuling Lord was alive or dead, and his general orientation in the sea of ​​chaos.

She should have escaped under the protection of her subordinates. As long as she escapes back to the Wuling Realm, she should be able to stabilize the situation quickly with the various arrangements of the Wuling Realm.

It just so happened that Yang Jian took advantage of this time to find the remaining twelve Sea God Beads; when the thirty-six Sea God Beads were gathered, his combat power jumped again, and he began the mission given to him by the sage Lao Tzu...

Subdue the Chaos Spirit Race for use by the Taoist sect.

After this series of arrangements, Yang Jian found that he was busier than he was in the catastrophe of the gods.

While flying quickly, Yang Jian looked down at the dragon girl who was quietly meditating in Xuan Gui's belt, and Yang Jian was inexplicably relieved.

Anyway, I left an avatar in the wilderness, so I don't have to worry about the safety of my mother and Meishan.

Thoughts flowed slowly like a clear spring and Chengxi. Although he was thinking about many messy things, Yang Jian was merciless in his strikes. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Daluo Lingzu died under Jin Peng's wings.

Is this the decisive decision to kill?

In fact, it's just that Yang Jian has practiced Taoism for a long time, and has seen too many lives and deaths, and his Taoism has become stronger, so he won't have too many mood swings about it.

After all, I don't know how many people from the same sect as Jie Jiaoxian have been beheaded. If Yang Jian was not hard-hearted, he would have driven himself crazy.

"retreat!"

The hoarse voice of the Black Spirit Lord came from the Chaos Sea. At this time, more than half of the Chaos creatures that had been destroyed immediately collapsed.

Yang Jian followed the puppet army to fight for a while, and when the puppet army stopped, he also stabilized his figure and did not run around alone.

Counting the harvest, a total of one hundred and thirty-six spirit cores were harvested, which is not bad.

The puppet army did not directly return to Xuandu City, but began to clean up the battlefield.

Under Yang Jian's curious gaze, these puppets began to 'dismember' the corpses of those creatures, opened the magic treasures for storage one by one, sorted the treasures into categories, and transported them back to Xuandu City.

In addition, the puppets will also recover the puppets damaged in battle...

Not long after, the small world outside Xuandu City was empty, except for those blood drops floating everywhere, there was no residue at all.

Where did all this stuff go? What are the puppets doing with these? Simply caring for the strange scenery outside Xuandu City?

Do puppets still have environmental awareness?

Curious in his heart, Yang Jian followed the puppets back to Xuandu City, staring at their movements all the way.

However, these puppets sent the precious materials, treasures, pills, residues, and damaged puppets they collected into several large formations carved on the ground.

These large formations overlapped and covered a large area, as if they were like a furnace, refining everything.

Half an hour later, Yang Jian watched helplessly as new puppets slowly walked out of these formations, making the universe in front of the two city walls even more crowded... He was really shocked beyond measure!

"Isn't it amazing? That's what that senior did." Xuan Du came from the side, patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Young man, you still have a long way to go."

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched a few times, and after Xuandu left, he looked at the large formations for a long time before turning around to clean up the bodies of the seven quasi-sages.

The Taisu world has such a puppet art, and it was defeated in the end! Where should the 'weak' prehistoric creatures go now!

At that time, someone must stand up...

Yang Jian's Dao heart became inexplicably stronger, and looking at the place where Qi Zhun Sheng fell, he no longer felt much regret.