The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

She is covered in black and white soft down, with a body like a chick, a few strands of hair are missing on her pink head, and those black bird eyes are full of novelty looking around.

"Eagle? Peng? Eagle?"

Kong Xuan blinked and came up, looking at the chick held by Yang Jian with novelty, then shook his head in disappointment, "It really doesn't have the blood of my Feng family."

Hearing this, Xuandu couldn't help laughing and scolding: "When this little guy existed, your Feng clan hadn't even been born yet!"

"You can't say that," Kong Xuan snorted, "Our family has a long history and has survived for hundreds of generations!"

Xuan Du smiled and said nothing, anyone could see that Kong Xuan was just trying to hold on.

Yang Jian looked at Kong Xuan for a few times, and was a little surprised at Kong Xuan's slightly changed temperament. He always felt that her personality had changed slightly compared to when he met him before.

Probably because of gender... probably...

Yang Jian collected the powder that had been turned into eggshells, and leaned towards the chick; the latter leaned forward, then bowed his head and pecked at Yang Jian's palm.

"hiss!"

Taking a breath, Yang Jian almost threw the chick out, but saw that his palm was pecked by it, and a few drops of profound blood floated out, and it was directly sucked into his mouth.

The fledgling jumped happily, and its body enlarged slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Jian glanced at Xuandu, Xuandu frowned and stretched out his finger, and brought it in front of the little bird; the little bird tilted its head, and the bird touched Xuandu's finger, then continued to look down at Yang Jian's palm.

"Eating mother's blood?" Kong Xuan whispered, "This must be a vicious thing."

The chick was about to bow its head to peck Yang Jian again, Yang Jian frowned, gently shook the chick away, and wrapped it in a burst of profound energy.

The little guy thumped in fright, his bird eyes looked at Yang Jian in a panic, and kept struggling towards Yang Jian.

And Yang Jian felt a little unbearable in his heart, which made Yang Jian feel very strange.

Xuandu said: "Try talking to it."

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, thought for a while, and said, "You want to eat my flesh and blood to grow yourself?"

The chick looked at Yang Jian carefully, and just a moment after it broke out of its shell, it turned out to be quite psychic, and quickly shook the bird's head.

Chirp——

"Tch," Kong Xuan couldn't help laughing out loud, but Yang Jian stared back at him with disdain.

Xuan Du smiled and said: "Keep it close to you and have a look. You can tell it not to peck you without your permission. Try to tame it."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement, just when he was a little surprised to find the love of Master Xuandu, Xuandu said lightly, "If it is really a vicious and unknown thing, then I will kill it at that time, and split it to see what the mystery is."

"Cough cough...cough!" Yang Jian coughed a few times in a breath of choking, and sighed silently, "Let's get down to business."

"I thought it could make a lot of noise," Xuandu gestured, dispersed the formation he had set up before, and glanced at Kongxuan.

Yang Jian said to Kong Xuan: "Brother Kong... why don't you go hunting for treasures with us, I only ask for the Divine Orb, so that we can build up a tacit understanding, after all, we will work together."

Kong Xuan snorted: "Did I promise to help you? Daomen, Honghuang, have nothing to do with me."

Xuan Du nodded beside him: "In this case, nephew, why don't we get rid of this master of the Feng clan here without anyone knowing it, and study his five-color divine light, how about it? Maybe we can go back to the source and refine the five-color divine light into the innate five-element qi, and then make it a treasure like a gourd that cuts immortals."

Yang Jian's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and Kong Xuan took a few steps back as if facing an enemy; Yang Jian and Xuan both looked at each other, then looked up and laughed.

The two didn't say much, and left side by side, and continued on their way towards the tomb pointed by the great mage Xuandu.

But for a short moment, Kong Xuan's figure slowly followed behind them, and followed behind the two without saying a word, as if waiting for someone to make amends.

However, Yang Jian and Master Xuandu were chatting and laughing there, teasing and teasing the little bird cubs, which didn't mean anything.

Xuan Du secretly sent a voice to Yang Jian: "A big monk like her with a high spirit, you have to think carefully if you want to take it for yourself. You don't need to rely on you for the way of controlling others. Just be careful and don't be tricked by her."

Yang Jian snorted, doesn't he have the ability to control people?

Think about it, this is really his shortcoming.

"I just wanted to ask her to help me, I didn't want to take her as my subordinate," Yang Jian replied, "She has great potential, and she can be independent. Such a general is hard to come by."

Xuan Du clicked his tongue and laughed, but didn't say much at this time.

The deep meaning in the smile made Yang Jian somewhat unpredictable...

There is a long distance between the big tombs, and the big tomb that Xuan wants to take Yang Jian to is a little far away from Xuesheng's tomb.

The three of them flew two in front and one behind for another five or six hours. Compared with Yang Jian's usual speed of using his flying feathers to escape the sky, it is really like a snail crawling here...

Even if you climb, you can always climb to the end.

"That's it," Xuan Du pointed to the dark red 'volcano' in front of him, and said, "Do you want me to accompany you in? After all, this is a rare way to hone yourself..."

"Yes." Yang Jian said decisively, which caught Xuandu by surprise.

Yang Jian said seriously: "Compared to sharpening myself, I still pay more attention to grasping more points."

"That's fine," Xuan Du squeezed out an ugly smile, "It's not that my uncle is timid, I have actually explored many large tombs, but there are indeed some dreadful existences in each large tomb, and every time I enter, I may not be able to safely retreat."

"Master, wait for me outside." Yang Jian bowed to Xuandu, "Thank you, Master, for guiding me. I thought there was nothing in it that could threaten Master... I was too assertive. This is my nephew's treasure hunt, so I shouldn't drag Master down."

Xuan Du waved his hand, "I'll be with you, let's take the treasure and leave, it shouldn't disturb the ghosts here."

Yang Jian thought for a while, but didn't say much. After being reminded by Xuandu, he put away the three-pointed double-edged gun, wearing only the divine armor Aoxuehan, and stepped into the gate of the tomb first, followed by Xuandu.

When the two of them entered the saint's tomb, Kong Xuan landed slowly and followed.

"It's also good to follow them to find some treasures. There are really too many old monsters living here."

Even so, I don't know if it's true or not.

The structure inside the tomb is not complicated, most of it is a hall, and the general layout of Xuesheng's tomb is almost the same - the main tomb is the main body, and the bodies of the fallen saints are buried in various ways.

The roads in each saint's tomb are different, and the scenery presented is also different; most of the Xuesheng's tombs are ice and snow wonders, but the large tomb that Yang Jian just entered can be seen with spiritual sense. There are glass sculptures everywhere, which looks quite spectacular.

Putting the chick on his shoulder, Yang Jian concentrated on it, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

Walking through a not-so-long corridor, the vision ahead suddenly widened.

"This place is not bad," Yang Jian admired in a low voice, Xuan Du hummed, but his interest was lacking.

Ahead is a great hall with no end in sight. The eighty-one glazed pillars seem to be irregular, and they seem to be arranged in some kind of grand formation.

It's just that the large formation seems to have no effect, giving people an inexplicably dilapidated illusion.

dilapidated? This place is obviously magnificent...

The glazed pillars depict birds and beasts, innate ancient people, and many sacrifice scenes. There are also several stone pillars depicting continuous battles.

This should be a record of the life of this sage and strong man.

Yang Jian wanted to see the eighty-first glazed pillar, but that pillar was in the center. As soon as he thought about it, that pillar was in his line of sight and gradually disappeared.

"Uncle?"

"Don't look around," Xuandu said in a low voice, "Don't you want to be a sage? Let me show you how he was defeated?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment.

"You go to the left, I'll go to the right," Xuandu said, "most of the treasures are in corners, hidden somewhere, or even placed in front of you, if you don't have the opportunity, or if the remnants of this place don't want to give it to you, then I have nothing to do."

"The twelve beads are really here?"

"Whether you're there or not depends on your own chance."

Xuan Du patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, and then walked away to the right, also fully vigilant, not daring to be careless.

Yang Jian suddenly sensed something was wrong...

From the entrance of the cave to here, Master Xuandu seems to have intentionally left himself alone to hunt for treasures...

'Maybe it's my own overthinking. '

Yang Jian cheered up, with more scruples in his heart, and walked forward.

In the main hall, there are not only the eighty-one stone pillars, but also some sculptures carved from colored glaze. There are fairies in strange long dresses playing, there are mighty generals fighting, and there are many fierce beasts and demons...

Liuli Avenue? What kind of avenue is this?

Yang Jian wondered for a while, but limited by his own experience, he couldn't figure out what the saint's way of life was.

He stopped and stopped, but found nothing. Yang Jian's spiritual sense searched everywhere, not letting go of half of the corners. Except for these sculptures, he didn't see a single hair.

"Where is the orb..."

Yang Jian murmured, the chick on his shoulder tilted its head, and then bounced lightly on Yang Jian's shoulder a few times, attracting Yang Jian's attention.

Yang Jian glanced at it, and the latter's small wings pointed to the bottom of the glazed pillar not far ahead.

Suspicion arose in Yang Jian's heart, he leaned over to take a look, and rubbed his left foot forward, as if he had kicked something, a gray-white 'sphere' rolled out.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a skull!

Yang Jian had seen many dead bodies, but as soon as this skull appeared, Yang Jian's body was startled with a lot of hairs.

Although this person has been dead for an unknown number of years, the remaining Taoist rhyme on the skull still makes Yang Jian's mysterious body vigilant.

A flash of brilliance flowed, and at the bottom of the glazed pillar, a skeleton similar to that of a human race slowly appeared, except that there were only six ribs, and they were very thick, and the whole skeleton was also a bit smaller.

There is a gray bead next to the bones, shining lightly, Yang Jian raised his hand to grab the bead, injected a burst of profound energy, and a wonderful Taoist rhyme wrapped around himself.

"Huh? Where did the person go?"

Kong Xuan's voice came from behind, Yang Jian turned his head to look at Kong Xuan, but saw the latter coming close to the ground and escaping from the air, standing half a foot in front of him, turning his head and looking around.

Yang Jian glanced at the orb in his hand, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Good stuff.

Dispersing the dao rhyme around his body, Kong Xuan's feet flew upside down as if springs were installed, and he raised his hand to see the five-color divine light.