The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

A hole was dug under the city wall of Xuandu City, and Yang Jian buried these whole pieces of fairy bodies in it, so as to save some face for these quasi-sage masters.

With six spiritual cores shining with various colors of spiritual light, Yang Jian could feel the abnormal spiritual power in these spiritual cores, but he didn't have the means to make full use of these spiritual cores at this time, so he could only temporarily put them away.

Compared with the spiritual cores left by chaotic beasts of the same strength, the spiritual cores left by these chaotic creatures with bodies close to human form are purer, and the spiritual power contained in them is not mottled, and it seems to be easier to use.

Is there any Chaos Eldar who practiced by devouring these spiritual cores?

Yang Jian couldn't help but recall that when he saw Kunpeng trapping and killing the quasi-sage, he seemed to be taking the way of devouring others and strengthening himself.

The spiritual core left by the strong among the chaotic creatures should be of great use.

The family properties of the seven quasi-sages were classified into categories, and arranged in the same way as the Taoist collection given by the sage Laozi for future use.

Yang Jian couldn't help feeling the 'wealth' of Honghuang Daxiu, but the accumulation of the quasi-sage who was born in the prehistoric is several times richer than the other six chaotic creatures in the quasi-sacred realm.

"The practice of this chaotic sea is really hard."

Shaking his head with emotion, Yang Jian glanced at the formations that were slowly disappearing, and flew into Xuandu City.

The spirit race outside has retreated, and the outermost formation has slowly closed, so it's time to go to the saint's tomb to find the whereabouts of the remaining twelve sea-settling beads.

But Yang Jian entered Xuandu City, but he didn't see the figure of the master uncle. He didn't call out, but looked for a place to practice for a while, and waited for Xuandu to come to find him.

Although Master Xuandu is often unreliable, this matter should not be forgotten, after all, they have a bet.

If all thirty-six Dinghai God Beads are collected, Yang Jian will defend the city for the Great Master Xuandu for 10,000 years, and he will also use this time in Xuandu City to unite enough Chaos Spirit Races and create a barrier for the prehistoric.

If the remaining twelve sea-fixing beads cannot be found, the agreement to defend the city will be voided, and Yang Jian will have to go to the chaotic sea to subdue the chaotic spirit clan.

Defending the city is an agreement of a gentleman, and subduing the spirit clan is the order of a sage, and the latter should not make mistakes.

"Sea God Orb..."

Yang Jian looked at himself, and the mysterious beads in his body were shining one by one, and twenty-four of them were embedded in the Dinghai Shenzhu, forming a large and incomplete formation.

Such a large formation was born out of the formation map of the sea-covering formation, even if it is incomplete, it can still forcefully summon an extremely powerful force.

Although this force can hurt the enemy, it can also hurt himself. It is a trump card that Yang Jian can't use until the last moment of his death.

If the thirty-six Dinghai God beads are complete, combined with the sea-covering formation, and the thirty-six mysterious beads wrapped in Yang Jian's body, their power will definitely far exceed Yang Jian's expectations.

This is a set of sage artifacts from the Taisu era, which have survived to this day, bearing endless legends...

How much benefit can Yang Jian get from it?

He didn't know either, but it definitely wouldn't be lower than the level of improvement obtained when he obtained the Black Tortoise Remains...

"Husband's mood is unstable, but are you going to hunt for treasure beads?"

Ao Xinke's gentle voice rang next to her ears, Yang Jian regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and carried her out of the black turtle belt.

Xuandu still did not show up.

"The army outside has retreated, and it's time to find the whereabouts of the treasure pearl." Yang Jian looked at Ao Xinke, "You will wait for me here later, and I will be taken care of by my uncle, so there will be no mistakes."

Although Ao Xinke didn't want to, she had no choice but to lightly nod her head, and told Yang Jian in every possible way.

None of them knew what the condition of the saint's tomb was like, but at least they had the Great Master Xuandu on their side to take care of them, so naturally they didn't have to worry too much.

Naturally, the sun, the moon and the stars cannot be seen in Xuandu City, but with the cultivation level of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, one can know the changes of time.

Another three or five days later, Yang Jian still didn't see Master Xuandu appearing. He felt that he was ready and the state of his mysterious body had reached its peak, so he couldn't continue to wait like this.

"Uncle! When can I go treasure hunting?"

"Are you ready? Huh..."

Xuan Du yawned and floated from a distance, complaining, "I also want to give you some time to spend some time with your wife. After all, I don't know if you can come back whole."

Ao Xinke couldn't help feeling a little worried, and grabbed Yang Jian's arm worriedly.

Yang Jian patted the back of her hand, "It's nothing, Master always likes to joke."

"I'm not joking with you, it's really not a good place to go there," Xuandu curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "The guy who went in a while ago is gone now."

Yang Jian was speaking to stabilize Ao Xinke, not paying attention to Xuandu's muttering.

Even though Ao Xinke was reluctant to give up in every possible way, she could only watch Yang Jian and the Great Master Xuandu fly to the broken walls in the deepest part of Xuandu City.

She can only practice here and wait for Yang Jian to return. Although she has the cultivation base of quasi-sacred realm, according to what Xuandu said earlier, the chance of her returning safely after entering the saint's tomb is less than 10%.

Yang Jian has eight or nine mystical skills to protect his body, as long as he doesn't seek death by himself and enters a dangerous situation, he probably won't be able to hang up.

The two of them were not flying very fast, Xuan Du intentionally told Yang Jian a few more words.

"The saint's tomb is actually just a random name we named. It is actually a small world where some saints from the Taisu era were buried, but it is said that saints before Taisu were also buried here..."

"So," Yang Jian nodded, "I've been thinking about something these days."

"What is it?"

"The saint claims to be immortal, so why is there a saint's tomb?"

"How did Qianhong die?" Xuandu asked rhetorically, and said with a smile, "The immortality of the saints is due to their strength over the principles of Taoism. All methods within the principles of Taoism cannot kill them. But above the principles of Taoism, there is also Taoism. Between order and disorder, within existence and nothingness, there are ways to destroy saints."

Yang Jian was dumbfounded when he heard it, carefully remembering Xuandu's words in his heart.

On top of principles...

"After entering inside, no matter how weird the situation is, don't feel weird. If someone calls your name, don't agree."

Xuandu's tone was a bit ethereal, which made people feel somewhat horrified.

Listen to him whispering: "It is said that there are living dead and immortal remnants of saints in it. I used it to identify Qianhong's remnant soul before, and I found it in it."

"Especially your profound body, which is so strong that it has not been perfected yet. Most of the saints buried in it are primordial gods, so maybe they have the ability to seize homes."

"Remember, they call you, don't agree."

After Xuandu finished speaking mysteriously, Yang Jian's hairs all stood on end, which was rare in his life, and he felt a heart raised to his throat.

"Uncle, how should I go to find the orb?"

"This is your own chance," Xuandu smiled mysteriously, and slowly stopped, and the two of them had already arrived in front of the dilapidated temple.

Xuan Du pointed to the front and said, "Do you lack courage?"

"Naturally there is no shortage."

Yang Jian held his head high, grabbed the three-pointed and two-bladed gun and was about to move forward, but was dragged back by Xuan Du directly by the collar.

"Why are you carrying a gun?"

Yang Jian wondered, "Naturally, we should beware of the danger."

Xuan Du scolded: "If you go in like this viciously, those remnant souls who think you are here to worship may attack you! We are here to hunt for treasure, we will worship when we encounter graves, and we will give way to those who see lonely souls and wild ghosts. You don't have to do anything."

Yang Jian asked: "Then the orb I'm looking for has been taken by wandering souls?"

"That's a different matter, of course."

Nodding his head, Yang Jian put away his spear, took off Aoxuehan, and put on a black robe.

Xuan Du pushed him, "Go in."

Yang Jian took two steps forward, the universe in front of him suddenly distorted, and one step fell, as if he had traveled through endless years and reached the other side of the monk.

Under the feet, the grass is green.

Yang Jian turned his head to take a look, but he could only see a translucent wall with distorted light and shadow. Xuan Du stood outside the wall with his hands behind his back, encouraging him with his eyes.

Um! ?

"Isn't Master Uncle coming in?"

Xuan Du smiled and said: "Naturally, I need to wait for you here, lest you can't find the way and get lost in it. Besides, did I say that I would accompany you in? I just said to guide you to find the orb and bring you here."

Yang Jian stared, and suddenly felt that he had been tricked by Xuandu again...

Turning his head to look at the beautiful, twisted, and unpredictable world around him, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to take the third step.

The beautiful scenery around disappeared, and a slowly rotating vortex appeared in front of Yang Jian. In the vortex, there were several incomplete ways, like a few chains, baring their teeth and claws.

It seems that a few extremely charming and stunning women are hooking up with monks to enter the vortex and comprehend the way left by the saint.

"Yang Jian~"

Suddenly there was a shout in my ear!

Yang Jian was startled, but the next moment he heard Xuan Du's heartless laughter, he rolled his eyes angrily.

"Go, don't easily comprehend the sage's principles!"

Yang Jian simply walked aside and took seven or eight steps in a row. Xuandu's voice became farther and farther away, and soon disappeared.

Dazed, Yang Jian stood on the edge of a hillside, below was endless scorched earth, and in the scorched earth lay a few remnants of soldiers exuding powerful Dao charm.

If you don't find what you are looking for, don't be delusional and greedy.

Yang Jian reminded himself a few words in his heart, turned his head to debate the direction, and continued to move forward cautiously.

This place seems to be made up of one layer after another of small heavens and earth, full of saintly rhyme and majesty; if Yang Jian hadn't fought Qianhong before, it would take a lot of energy to fight against these coercion here.

Except for the way of sages, the other ways are all squeezed to the point of being nowhere to be found.

But what Yang Jian cultivates is himself, and the Tao is formed in the mysterious body, which is unique and has unlimited potential, and these influences can be ignored.

Where are the remaining twelve orbs?

The twenty-four Dinghai Shenzhu in Yang Jian's body didn't fluctuate, and the mysterious body didn't remind him at all...

That's right, if it was that easy to find, the thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads would have been collected by Master Tongtian's uncle long ago.

Find it slowly, anyway, there is nothing wrong with the prehistoric world, and he can also use the majesty of the saint here to hone himself.

...

All right? Meishan is indeed fine, but other land boundaries are not necessarily the same.

On the ancient pilgrimage road, a magic weapon building ship tens of feet long moved forward slowly, surrounded by hundreds of monks in battle armor.

A flag fluttered above the building boat, and the word 'Heaven' was embroidered on the front of the flag; to this day, most of the monks in the three thousand worlds know where the flag came from.

Chaotian Pavilion.

In the flower hall of this building boat, there was a singing and dancing banquet. More than a dozen deacons in charge of Chaotian Pavilion sat behind two rows of low tables, pushing cups and changing cups, drinking for fun.

Among this group of people, there is a handsome young man who is quite eye-catching. One is that he is too handsome, and the other is that he has a heavenly cultivation that is incompatible with the lowest Da Luo Jinxian here.

However, he was still sitting on the left side of the main seat, and the masked woman on the main seat was quite polite to this handsome young man.

Even today's banquet was specially set up for her to clean up the dust.