The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Is there a way for Yuan Shen Dao monks to rush directly to Da Luo? Xiao Lan is not ready yet."

Yang Jian suddenly asked this question, and the three female generals who had just decided on the marching strategy started another round of discussion and debate.

No matter what method is used to increase Xiao Lan's cultivation, the consequence of suppressing the seedlings will make it difficult for Xiao Lan to make any progress in her cultivation in the future.

Although it is not necessary for her to become a great supernatural being to fight in all directions, it is always a good thing that her strength will be higher in the future.

"It's better to bring Sister Xiao Lan here first," Ao Xinke said, "I have a Xiaguang Immortal Clothes, which is an innate spiritual treasure, which can avoid the invasion of chaos."

Yang Jian shook his head immediately, "In addition to her, I also want to bring those Wu clan children to the Four Spirit Realm, so that they can be polished into a sharp sword here."

It was the Black Spirit Lord who gave Yang Jian the solution, and this solution was actually widely spread in the sea of ​​​​chaos, but Yang Jian and the Taoist monks with young roots like Master Xuandu didn't know it.

Using the body of a chaotic ferocious beast, supplemented by formations, it can be used as a 'warship' carrying mortals flying in the chaotic sea.

Yang Jian thought for a while, then asked: "How is the collection of Xinke's spiritual core?"

"I have collected enough, and there are more than three hundred more," Ao Xinke said in a low voice, "I didn't deliberately collect them to unify the four spirit worlds. In addition to the sporadic foreign wars over the years, the number of spirit clans who died or injured in Daluo Realm is more than this number."

"I still have nearly 200 of them," Yang Jian groped in the black turtle belt for a while, and took out five jade charms, leaving three of them.

The other two pieces recorded the Great Dream Power of Master Xuandu. Although Yang Jian was yearning for this magic power, he really didn't have time to sleep for hundreds or thousands of years now.

Traveling through these three pieces of jade talisman, the corner of Hei Lingzhu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help complaining: "It's another method of controlling the spiritual core, and it's also a method of grafting the spiritual core to a monk. Is Master Xuandu really that elegant and handsome first disciple of the Taoist sect?"

"Master has been staying in Xuandu City for a long time, and if he is bored, he may have dabbled in everything."

Yang Jian had no choice but to vindicate the Great Master of Xuandu, but after thinking about it, the master has stayed in Xuandu City for so long, if he had attacked the Chaos Spirit Race early, the creatures in the Chaos Sea might have fallen under his claws...

Be careful, be careful.

"In terms of aptitude, dragon children should be much better than witches," Kong Xuan asked beside him, "Why don't you choose dragon children to follow you? Dragons multiply all over the world and are trapped by luck. It shouldn't be difficult to choose thousands of dragon children for you, right?"

Yang Jian said: "The Wu Clan was formed by Pangu God's battle blood, maybe Pangu God will leave behind other successors. It's a pity..."

Ao Xinke walked to Yang Jian's side and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Originally there were twelve ancestral witch tribes, but now there are only six tribes left. Although the descendants of the witch tribe stationed in Meishan have been sending back the earth's energy these years, and have the means to avoid miasma, but if they want to prosper again, I'm afraid there is no time."

Yang Jian sighed softly, patted the armrest, and stood up.

"Forget it, let's polish these 1,800 Wu Clan disciples right now."

"Where is your husband going?"

"Hunting some ferocious beasts, you go find some formation masters, I'll go back as soon as I go."

The most indispensable thing in the chaos is actually the ferocious beasts wandering everywhere. Yang Jian flew out of the Black Spirit Realm, wandered around casually, and soon encountered several giant monsters.

After several non-intense battles, Yang Jian dragged the three giants back to the Black Spirit Realm, and casually threw them outside the Black Spirit Realm, where they were taken over by dozens of Black Spirit Realm masters.

Yang Jian finally experienced the benefits of power once.

Just saying a word, tens of thousands of Chaos Spirit Race are busy with his words, which makes Yang Jian feel a little bit emotional.

In fact, compared to ordinary people, monks are more likely to get lost in the illusion of power once they sit in a high position.

For example, in the Chaotian Pavilion, no matter what kind of high-spirited and unrestrained people enter the Chaotian Pavilion as officials, most of them will start to care about the gains and losses of fame and fortune, and will slowly climb towards a higher position unconsciously.

"Husband, Wang Yi's army is still gathering, and it will take at least half a year and several months to rush to the Rain Spirit Realm," Ao Xinke said softly, "It's better to go back to the flood and wait, once the big boat is ready, I will send troops to escort it back to the flood."

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile, looking at Ao Xinke who was always smiling, "Do you want me to spend more time with Xiao Lan?"

"Well," Ao Xinke lowered her head slowly, "She and her husband have made a preliminary agreement, so she should accompany her more."

Yang Jian was speechless for a while, so he could only hug her in his arms and return to a palace where only the two of them could enter.

After several months of retreat in the Black Spirit Realm, he stayed with the dragon girl every day, and by the way, he realized the limit of returning to Hongjing. After the three big boats were ready, Yang Jian let Ao Xinke go, and was about to return his mind to the prehistoric.

He faintly felt that he might not be able to bring Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan by his side all the time in the future, and he didn't know how many days there would be when they could be together.

It's not because both of them can't catch up with him, it's because Yang Jian can't bear to let them follow him into danger.

Ao Xinke is better, Xiao Lan is indeed bound by aptitude and talent, the highest achievement in the future can only be Da Luo...

only?

If it were someone else's family, what would Da Luo be dissatisfied with?

The Four Spirit Realms are well organized by Ao Xinke, the Black Spirit Lord and Kong Xuan are two great supernatural powers, and Yang Jian's real body is sitting in the town, so many chaotic creatures from Wang Yiguo should be sending food.

The question is how they will eat this piece of fat.

At this time, quasi-sages with spiritual cores and living beings in the Daluo realm have become a kind of "resource" in disguise; and Ao Xinke has worked hard to arrange and plot against the Lord of the Rain for hundreds of years, all he wants is to fight a big battle that will "increase" eight hundred by injuring the enemy by one thousand.

If this battle can be won, the Four Spirit Realm will have strong strength to expand abroad, and Wang Yiguo will be destroyed without attack.

However, Yang Jian was faintly worried, inexplicably feeling that things would not go as smoothly as he thought...

In the Chaos Sea, there are not only Chaos Spirit Race.

The moment before his mind returned to the prehistoric world, Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness swept across the edge of the Black Spirit Realm, where three "chaotic beasts" were quietly floating, and various formations were shining around them, ready for a long voyage.

What kind of trouble can a chaotic beast cause?

"I should have thought too much."

Yang Jian exhaled softly, leaned on the soft cushion of the stone chair, and his mind traveled through the sea of ​​chaos.

...

"Are you awake? How about trying the jelly soup I made?"

"Well, you still do these things?" Yang Jian said with a smile, as if returning to this place, he could forget most of his worries.

Xiao Lan's pretty face was full of embarrassment, and after Yang Jian had tasted a couple of mouthfuls, she stood by and looked forward to the evaluation.

Yang Jian: "Hmm... What's happening over there, old gentleman?"

In such a situation, it would be better to change the topic tactfully; Xiao Lan suddenly murmured, reluctantly talking about the whereabouts of the old gentleman in these days.

Laojun actually went to the state of Zhou to be an official.

This surprised many gods, and Yang Jian, who heard the news, was a little puzzled.

"The old gentleman is the incarnation of the sage, and it is normal for us to behave unexpectedly." Yang Jian looked around Nanzhou with his spiritual sense, "Is there any news from the heavenly court and the Western religion?"

"Western religion seems to pay special attention to Laojun's affairs." Xiao Lan thought for a while, "Heavenly Court sent many heavenly soldiers and generals to protect him secretly, probably because they are afraid that someone who doesn't have eyes will bump into the saint's incarnation."

Yang Jian suddenly smiled and said nothing.

After careful consideration, Yang Jian suddenly discovered that in this prehistoric land where the sky is clear and the earth is clear and the universe is bright and clear, the treacherous situation is many times more complicated than that in the chaotic sea covered by thick fog.

Compared with the past, the minds of those Chaos Spirit Races are relatively simple. The environment of the Chaos Sea is too harsh. They can give up many unnecessary needs in order to survive.

This is turning a tiger into a Buddha, what can he calculate?

It seems that there is no calculation, this is purely Taoism's counterattack against the Western religion's massacre of Taoist disciples.

Thinking of the suffocation felt by the disciples of Chanjiao when he was in Yuxu Palace, Yang Jian immediately wanted to push Xixijiao a little bit.

But how to do it, still needs to be carefully planned, after all, his incarnation is not the opponent of Zhunti Saint.

Things still have to be done step by step. It is useless for Yang Jian to worry about Laojun's calculation of Western religion.

"I want to take you to my real body," Yang Jian looked at Xiao Lan, and said in a gentle voice, "I have subdued a force around Xuandu City, and Xin Ke is quite tired of taking care of it every day. I want you to help her more."

"Well," Xiao Lan nodded and agreed without thinking, "Shall we leave now?"

"No hurry, we have to wait a few more months... don't you need to inform your grandmother?" Yang Jian looked at her with a little tenderness in his eyes, and Xiao Lan thought sweetly that he had eaten candied fruit.

Just mentioning the old mother of Lingshan, Xiao Lan's expression was a little gloomy.

"I have sent a letter to grandma before, she knew that I am getting closer and closer to you, she wished I could be a concubine with you now, fighting for favor and flattery by your side every day... Really..."

"Don't mention this, you know I won't bully you, but I will visit your grandmother later, and I will also send some dowry gifts and get a marriage certificate."

Xiao Lan suddenly turned cloudy, but the clouds were still burning, "Have you thought about it?"

"Well, I've thought about it."

Xiao Lan bit her lower lip lightly, but a little uneasiness reverberated in those watery autumn eyes, "My skills are low, and I can't help you, and I may always hold you back and give you more worries..."

"You and I both know that I'm not going to marry an invincible general." Yang Jian opened his hands, and remembered what Ao Xinke said that day, and when he wanted to hug her, he turned into pressing her shoulders.

Xiao Lan's eyes suddenly felt puzzled and apprehensive.

Yang Jian smiled and said: "This is my incarnation, it's better to use the real body for us to get close."

Xiao Lan couldn't help blinking, "The last time I poked you, wouldn't it count?"

"Why not?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Go over there, and then make up with the real body."

"Oh, why did I tell you these things!" Xiao Lan stomped her feet, feeling ashamed just after recovering, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile, and turned his head to look aside.

A certain god dog turned his head silently, with a fine style of 'I just saw this dog master now, and the dog master is a little emotional'.

"Go to Meishan for a run, tell Daang to come back here."

Xiaotiangou immediately pulled his head back and stood up, looking listless.

Yang Jian smiled and said: "I picked up a little eagle in the sea of ​​chaos, how about I be your follower in the future?"

Xiaotiangou was shocked immediately, and ran around Yang Jian's legs twice, then stepped on the clouds and soared up, and ran towards Meishan with an innocent face.

I don't know at that time, what kind of miserable dog life will be waiting for it...