The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Longevity does not remember age, practice regardless of age.

It has been more than 800 years since the Heavenly Court cleared Zhongshenzhou, and the prehistoric places seem to have forgotten the node where the immortal way collapsed, and the originally silent Zhongshenzhou has gradually become alive.

Immortal sect has completely become an 'organization' for sending heavenly soldiers and generals to heaven, but most of the immortal sects can retain some disciples with outstanding aptitude, inherit their own immortal methods, and survive in Central China for a long time.

The state of Zhou in Nanzhou has come to an end, the house of Zhou is about to fall, and the princes are in chaos.

Although Yang Jian's various arrangements at the beginning barely prolong Zhou Guo's luck for two hundred years, but the wheels of heaven rolled by, and the secular world once again fell into a long-term war.

However, all parts of Nanfangbuzhou are blocked by the Heavenly Court, monks are no longer allowed to enter, no one can interfere with the evolution of the Heavenly Dao, and no catastrophe is born.

Whenever it comes to the bloody suppression of Immortal Dao by the Heavenly Court, what the monks talk about the most is not how many masters were forced to join the Heavenly Court, nor some famous people who were slapped to death by the masters of Chaotian Pavilion, but the four words Zhenjun Erlang.

Break into the Lingxiao Palace and trample on the imperial power.

The Jade Emperor ruled the entire Three Realms with his extraordinary skills, but one person stood up and shook the foundation of his rule.

Yang Jian.

The Jade Emperor's nephew seemed to be going against the Jade Emperor; but this time, the Jade Emperor couldn't resist Yang Jian's threats, and only dared to make some mild verbal punishments.

The Heavenly Soldiers and the Celestial Realm kept Meishan at a respectful distance, and gods from all walks of life did not dare to stroll around Guanjiangkou. Yang Jian was not afraid of the Jade Emperor, but big men like Zhao Gongming had to be a little afraid of the Jade Emperor.

Some people say that the Jade Emperor can't get rid of the control of Taoism;

Some people also said that these are all big chess games arranged by the sage long ago. From the very beginning, Yang Jian was cultivated to restrain the imperial power of the Jade Emperor.

To be honest, the Jade Emperor is quite pitiful.

On the cliff of Meishan, Xiao Lan, who had just left the customs, was dressed in white, really like an orchid blooming in the valley.

Compared with the time when she was going to retreat, now she has a three-point ethereal temperament, and a little more calm and peaceful maturity; there is still the shyness of a young girl Huaichun between her eyebrows, as if everything is just right, just in time for Huashao.

"Are you going to look for him now?" Xiao Lan murmured in a low voice, and was about to ride the clouds to Guanjiangkou, but was stopped by a few fairies flying from below.

"Miss Xiao Lan, the mistress has called you to have dinner."

Xiao Lan blinked, then chuckled lightly, and murmured: "Yes, I must please my mother-in-law."

After saying that, the figure floated down, so beautiful, so moving that those fairies were a little stunned.

Meishan is also much more lively than it was 800 years ago. There are more than a dozen fairy sects gathered outside Meishan.

But this corner of Meishan is still quite clean, Xiao Lan landed in front of the attic hanging on the cliff, and heard Fengming twice, but Fengwu and Fengshan were also called by Yao Ji to come to the banquet.

The last time Yang Jian came back, he had already hinted Xiao Lan's 'identity' to Yao Ji, so Yao Ji would not be negligent, she dressed up to welcome her, pulled Xiao Lan to look at her for a while, and kept praising her in a gentle voice.

On the contrary, Xiao Lan, who talked eloquently when she came to Yang's Mansion for the first time, was shy and couldn't help but blushed and couldn't tell why.

It was said that it was a family banquet, but in fact it was just a few of them, and Xiao Lan was a little overwhelmed after pushing and changing glasses, and talked about what should be said and what should not be said.

Feng Wu smiled lightly and said, "Zhenjun and Miss Xiao agree in love, but they envy others."

"I don't know when my son will come back from Xuandu City," Yao Ji chuckled, "Mother, I really want to see you get married as soon as possible. Xinke is the princess of the Dragon Clan, and my son's first marriage, but it will be difficult for you."

"It's not embarrassing," Xiao Lan said softly, "I didn't want to be like this at the beginning. Marrying her husband, I always felt that I was too shameless. It's just... I don't want to leave like that, so I have to express my heart to him."

Feng Shan sighed softly at the side, and said quietly: "It's a pity, we Feng women are strong-tempered, and we just can't bear this face."

"Fengshan!" Feng Wu said with a straight face, "If you don't want to stay, go back to retreat, don't say anything!"

"Tch, you know how to get angry with me all day long," Feng Shan rolled her eyes, but the rebellious energy back then has returned a bit.

Xiao Lan hurriedly said: "Let's ask Miss Chu Qian to play a song."

"Come here, invite Chu Qian to come," Yao Ji ordered, and the fairy outside the attic bowed and hurriedly drove the cloud to invite Chu Qian to come.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but before Chu Qian flew here, a general came to report from outside the attic, saying that someone from the heaven came to see Yao Ji.

Yao Ji immediately frowned and thought about it, and looked at Xiao Lan, "Lan'er, do you think I saw you or didn't see you?"

"See," Xiao Lan's drunkenness subsided for a little while, "send him a letter first, and then invite people from Heaven to come in. This is Meishan, so they don't dare to act presumptuously."

Yao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, "With Lan'er around, I'm always at ease."

He sent someone to Guanjiangkou to inform the six friends of Meishan, and then he asked someone to lead the envoys from heaven to enter; but a fairy with a lovely face came, saying that the Queen Mother would hold a peach feast in Yaochi three years later, and wanted to invite Yao Ji and Xiao Lan to the banquet.

Xiao Lan whispered a few words to Yao Ji secretly, Yao Ji nodded her head in agreement, and rewarded the little fairy with many treasures.

After the little fairy left, Xiao Lan thought for a while, and then said: "Maybe it's because the Jade Emperor showed his kindness to him, but it's just because of face... There shouldn't be any trouble going to the banquet, but it's likely that we will be snubbed by the Queen Mother."

"I'm always afraid that the relationship between my son and the Jade Emperor is too rigid," Yao Ji sighed lightly, "My son has not been safe for a few days, but now it is the Heavenly Court that puts him under great pressure..."

"In fact, you don't need to care too much about Tianting, his pressure..."

Xiao Lan spoke halfway, then silently swallowed it back, smiled lightly at Yao Ji, and didn't say anything more.

Yang Jian has mentioned the future catastrophe countless times, although each time he only said a few words and the words were unclear, but it was difficult to hide it from Xiao Lan.

Maybe Xiao Lan would take the initiative to confess her feelings to Yang Jian that day, because she also felt the pressure.

"I went to Guanjiangkou to meet him."

"Go, go, it's because I delayed the meeting between the two of you."

Xiao Lan's face was red, she bowed her head and left quickly, and under the covert protection of a soldier from Meishan, she headed towards Guanjiangkou.

Unfortunately, after she found Yang Jian's avatar, she yelled a few times but did not get Yang Jian's response. She also thought that Yang Jian might be at a critical moment in retreat, so she quietly moved the chessboard and seat, and played the left-handed game beside Yang Jian's avatar.

Hundreds of years have passed since Yang Jian brought the Black Spirit Lord back to Xuandu City. In fact, Yang Jian has been retreating intermittently. He often goes out and walks, busy integrating the affairs of the four spirit worlds.

Beside the chessboard, Xiao Lan rested her chin and quietly looked at Yang Jian's face, unconsciously fascinated...

Outside Xuandu City, around the solidified Chaos Sea, two figures were crazily fighting, and the Chaos Seaway trembled wildly, stirring up a wave of Chaos that could submerge the entire Xuandu City.

I can't see where the figure is, but I can only roughly see two figures constantly colliding, which somewhat resembles the Qianhong war between the Three Qings. Naturally, the two fighting skills here are still a lot worse.

Two streams of Dao Yun are constantly circulating and crowded, one is cool and domineering, and one is majestic and continuous.

Sometimes there is an arc of light that splits the chaotic sea and goes to nowhere, and sometimes there is a chaotic Tao that cannot bear the impact of the two people's fight, and snaps in pieces.

They have been fighting for an unknown amount of time, and for an unknown number of rounds, but the outcome is just about to be decided...

"I lost."

A calm voice came from the clouds, and a somewhat petite figure flashed to the edge of the city wall of Xuandu City, looking at the two scimitars in his hands, as if he was reminiscing what he had just gained from the battle.

She was wrapped in black cloth strips, and a faint black air lingered around her.

"Are you convinced this time?"

Yang Jian's voice came from the sea of ​​chaos, he jumped out dragging his spear, and stood not far from the Black Spirit Lord, holding the spear with a smile on his face.

"Dissatisfied," Master Hei Ling replied with a somewhat cold voice.

Yang Jian shook his head, didn't say much, and changed the topic, "Xiao Hei, with you and me, can we defeat that demon master?"

Lord Hei Ling thought carefully for a while, then shook his head lightly: "It's difficult."

"Have you fought against him?"

"It's not a fight," the Black Spirit Lord said in a low voice. "About three yuanhui ago, I took six black spirit world masters to search for treasures, and I encountered Kunpeng hunting. The quasi-sage has no resistance in front of him, and his magic power is far beyond your imagination."

Yang Jian was not surprised when she heard her words, but nodded calmly, "Finally, when it comes to revenge, you won't go to the barbecue grill as soon as your head gets hot..."

"Hmph, it was just hopeless before, but now I have the qualifications for revenge, that's all."

The Black Spirit Lord looked at the two scimitars in his hands, and put them in the treasured treasure.

She suddenly asked: "Do you want to conquer the Great Desolation?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"You are the king I am loyal to, I should ask what I need to do after revenge."

Yang Jian asked back: "You don't know the disaster in the future?"

A certain Hei shook his head woodenly, as if he was not interested in it.

"If that catastrophe can kill Kunpeng, I would rather contribute to the flames..."

"Farewell," Yang Jian hurriedly stopped, and simply said the powerful enemy who ended the era of Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu, but the Black Spirit Lord still didn't have much reaction.

The only obsession in her heart is Kunpeng.

"So you want to unify the forces of the Chaos Eldar?"

Yang Jian nodded: "Well, before the catastrophe comes, as many forces as can be gathered."

Lord Black Spirit frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "If the demon master surrenders to the Daoist sect, will the Daoist sect accept him because of his strength?"

"No," Yang Jian shook his head resolutely, "The three sage masters once chased and killed Kunpeng, and they already knew the cause of the catastrophe. It would be a great fortune for someone like the demon master Kunpeng not to take the initiative to find the enemy to surrender. If we can know the whereabouts of Kunpeng, let's try it."

Lord Hei Ling frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Everyone is not a Daoist saint, why are you so unconfident?" Yang Jian looked at the Black Spirit Lord, his eyes were a little hot: "Xiao Hei, let's fight again, my profound art has reached a bottleneck, and I want to fight you to break through."

Lord Hei Ling snorted softly and sat cross-legged in meditation.

"Wait for me for half a month, and I will return to my peak."

Yang Jian laughed, and sat down cross-legged against the city wall, and began to sort out all kinds of feelings after returning to the consummation of Hongjing.

What I think about now is how to break through the limit of the seventh return to the Great Realm.

Once you have the Xuanhuang Indestructible Body, even if it is the Xuanhuang Body from the first robbery, Yang Jian will be sure to sweep away all enemies under the saint.

This is the Bajiu Xuangong, and it is also...

"Um?"

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, why did he have such a whim?

This is different from the previous "incarnation reminders", but something that I have been paying attention to for a long time is finally about to happen, it seems that someone is reminding myself not to miss it.

Close your eyes, move your mind, and take a look at Ao Xinke who is in charge of building the base camp of the 'Yang Family Army' in the Black Spirit Realm. There is nothing unusual around.

In this way, it should be in the prehistoric.

Calculate the time, could it be...

It's time, too.

Yang Jian couldn't wait to move his mind back to the prehistoric world. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Lan who was sleeping on the chessboard, and couldn't help but chuckled.

The consciousness expanded, and Yang Jian sat at Guanjiangkou, but he saw Nantianmen at a glance.

coming!

A green bull wobbled out of the Nantian Gate, carrying the skinny old man on its back, and fell towards the clouds in Nanzhou.

Taishang Laojun, descend to earth today.