The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian has come to Huoyun Cave several times, and this is the first time he saw the Three Emperors and Five Emperors take the initiative to go out to greet him.

In addition to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, there are also several Taoist priests who live in extraordinary Taoism, and none of them seem to be simple characters, but Yang Jian has never seen it before.

Those who come out of the cave to welcome Fuxi and Shennong are at the front, the other five emperors are slightly behind, and several other powerful emperors are also juxtaposed with the five emperors.

"I've seen you seniors," Yang Jian made a bow to Yaoyao.

Knowing that today's protagonist is not him, Yang Jian wanted to take two steps back and let Xiao Hei go by himself, but Xiao Hei followed Yang Jian and hid behind Yang Jian, as if he didn't want to see anyone.

The scene suddenly became a little awkward.

"Let's cover it up," Yang Jian said in a low voice, and the Black Spirit Lord snorted coldly, but still dispelled the illusion of black flames around him.

The ghost face is still there, still a stranger.

Fuxi moved forward, made a bow to Yang Jian, and said with a smile: "Little friend has not been in the prehistoric world in recent years, and I never thought that it would be such a rapid progress. Mysterious kungfu cultivation is astonishing as it has been in the past, and it is enough to be called a strong man."

"Senior's words are serious," Yang Jian quickly returned the salute, greeted Fuxi and Shennong, greeted several sages of the human race one after another, and then looked at several old men whom he had never seen before.

Yang Jian couldn't see through these old men.

"The Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Guanzhen, the poor way, should be the beginning with the real king."

Yang Jian was amazed at the bottom of his heart, imprinted the grace and charm of the ancestor of the earth immortal into his heart, and hurriedly said: "I don't dare to address the senior like this, please call the junior by the name. The teacher respects the senior very much, and often uses the senior as a benchmark to teach me. I will finally see you today."

Zhen Yuanzi laughed while supporting his beard, but he was quite free and easy, "Everyone thinks you are unruly, little friend, why are you so polite and backward when I see you today? I will definitely have a drink with Pindao later, hahaha!"

Yang Jian naturally agreed repeatedly, and also explained: "This junior is just an incarnation here, and the real body is somewhat inseparable. Please don't mind it, senior."

"All right, all right."

Zhen Yuanzi led, and Yang Jian greeted the other Daxiu, it was quite harmonious.

Except for Zhen Yuanzi, the other Yang Jian had never heard of their names, but the Dao rhyme flowing from these powerful people made Yang Jian admired in his heart.

In fact, there are many such masters in Honghuang, who usually don't show their mountains or dew their water, just like the real Yuding before accepting apprentices.

Unknowingly, Yang Jian has been able to interact with these characters, but it is also a disguised recognition of Yang Jian's strength.

Finally, this group of seniors, all of whom were at least a dozen yuanhui, tentatively set their eyes on Hei Ling Chuqi's ghost mask.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed lightly, with a little memory and vicissitudes in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Chu Qi, don't you recognize me as poor?"

Lord Hei Ling's body trembled, and he turned his head away, avoiding Zhen Yuanzi's sight.

"I am not Chu Qi, she has been dead for countless years."

"Ah..." Zhen Yuanzi was very disappointed, but he just waved his hands and didn't say anything more.

Xuanyuan Huangdi smiled at the side: "Why don't you go into the cave and talk, this is not the way to treat guests. Yang Xiaoyou, I have prepared a jug of good wine for you, how about going to have a drink together?"

"Okay, I just have something to ask Senior."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement, and he walked forward, but the Lord Hei Ling raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

The incarnation of Yang Jian grasped by those delicate fingers almost fell apart, Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at her, and read a little hesitation and anger in her eyes, as if he was angry that Yang Jian had left her alone.

"Senior, it seems that we can only wait later," Yang Jian said apologetically, cupping his hands at Xuanyuan Huangdi.

Xuanyuan Huangdi had a loving expression that he quite understood, and he seemed to see his young self in Yang Jian...

"The junior wants to see Sui Huang."

Fuxi said: "Come with me, Emperor Sui has been waiting for Princess Chuqi for a long time, please."

In terms of seniority, regardless of her previous life, Xiao Hei was still before Fuxi, and the Five Emperors were just her juniors, the kind that had been separated by many generations.

The other monks who came from ancient times had no distinction with the Three Emperors and Five Emperors; and Chu Qi was once the princess of the largest tribe of the ancient human race, with a high status, so they had to go out to greet them according to etiquette.

As for Zhen Yuanzi and the other powerful people, they came here purely to join in the fun, to meet the ancient human princess.

After entering Huoyun Cave, the Black Spirit Lord still followed Yang Jian step by step. The arm of Yang Jian's incarnation was almost crushed by the Black Spirit Lord.

Arriving at the familiar fork in the cave, the seniors stopped and signaled the two to go to the most marginal fork alone.

She could clearly feel the subtle changes in the eyes of Lord Hei Ling. Even though her state of mind was as firm as a rock, there was a little moistness at this moment.

This forked road is surprisingly long, straight down, covered with moss everywhere, and there are immortal spiritual fires flying everywhere.

Suirenshi, the only emperor among the three emperors who was born purely from the human race, was also the sage of the human race who led the human race to stand up slowly from the wreckage of the Lich War.

Most of the stories that are circulated in the world today are allusions about how the Suiren made fire.

Fire is the source of enlightenment and the beginning of civilization.

Suiren making fire is actually alluding to the crucial role played by the Suiren family on the road to the great prosperity of the human race.

With these thoughts circulating in Yang Jian's mind, a little fire appeared in front of him, and a stone door stood quietly in front of him.

As soon as the two of them stopped, a somewhat old shout came from inside.

"come in."

Yang Jian frowned unceasingly, because he heard the weakness in this cry, he heard that he was dying, and there was still a bit of suppressed excitement.

What's more, Shimen didn't move at all, as if they wanted to push it.

"Junior Yang Jian... offended."

Yang Jian took two steps forward, raised his hand against the stone door, and with a little effort, the stone door slowly opened.

In the dark cave, with the sound of ticking water, a beam of light shines from far above, illuminating the stone platform in the center of the cave.

On the stone platform, an old man who was almost skinny and bony was sitting cross-legged. His body was pierced by dozens of black iron chains. The iron chains extended to all parts of the cave, and disappeared into the black aura.

"ah--"

The Black Spirit Lord suddenly let out a low growl, threw Yang Jian away and rushed into the cave. Two bright lights flashed, and they slashed directly on the iron chains.

But it was useless, these iron chains were like invisible objects, the black spirit master's scimitar could easily cut off the iron chains, but the iron chains would close again in a blink of an eye.

"Why!"

"Why!"

Like a wild beast out of control, the black spirit lord kept slashing down with the scimitar in his hand, and the entire cave was filled with her flickering afterimages in an instant.

Useless, all useless, these iron chains will quickly be pieced together after being cut.

Those two scimitars were the magic tools of the saints in the Taisu era, and the master of the black spirit was considered to be the top existence among the quasi-sages, but still, there was nothing he could do about these iron chains.

It is naturally obvious who made this iron chain - Daozu Qianhong.

Yang Jian watched this scene with clenched fists, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart, but he soon noticed that every time Xiao Hei's machete was cut, the skinny figure would tremble slightly, enduring great pain.

It's just that the old man who seemed to be dying still showed a little smile, and his eyes followed Xiao Hei's figure with a bit of kindness.

"Enough! Stop!"

Yang Jian rushed forward, risking his avatar being split by the Black Spirit Lord, based on his one or two hundred years of experience in fighting with the Black Spirit Lord, he easily grabbed the Black Spirit Lord's shoulder.

The Black Spirit Lord turned his head and stared at Yang Jian, his eyes were bloodshot.

"He can't stand you like this! Calm down and find a way!"

Yang Jian's voice finally made the blood in the eyes of the black spirit master gradually recede, but her eyes were bloodshot, and she squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

Such a master, the overlord of the Chaos Sea who could make countless Chaos Spirit Race desperately with a siege order, cried out helplessly at this moment.

"Alas," the skinny old man also sighed with tears in his eyes, but there was a kind smile on his face.

"Chu Qi... Come here and let Third Uncle take a look..." The old man couldn't help crying two lines when he said the phrase "Third Uncle".

Chu Qi kept roaring, like a wounded beast, struggling hard.

Yang Jian looked up at the top of the cave, and turned his back with his hands behind his back. He really couldn't bear to see two real strong men crying like ordinary people.

After an unknown period of time, it should have been five or six days.

Lord Hei Ling's crying gradually stopped, and he knelt on the stone platform, trying to reach out to touch Emperor Sui, but he could only tremble.

Lord Hei Ling gritted his teeth and said, "How can I rescue you from trouble?"

"Third Uncle is fine," Suihuang smiled weakly, but still free and easy, "I can't die after all, and I'm used to living here. Don't waste too much time on me. Compared with today's prosperity of the human race, what is Third Uncle like this? We finally made it through."

Lord Hei Ling gritted his teeth and scolded: "Why are they! Who are they? I'll go to them to seek justice!"

"No, no need," Suihuang was still smiling, but there was a lot of embarrassment in his smile, "The person who imprisoned me here has been beheaded by this little friend over there."

"Yang Jian?" The Black Spirit Lord was a little astonished, and with a little hope in his eyes, he turned to look at Yang Jian, "Hurry up and save my third uncle, I will listen to you in everything from now on, and I will never defy you in the slightest!"

Yang Jian turned around, with a little apology in his eyes, "I can't do it right now. Daozu is a sage of the Dao, and he imprisoned Senior Suihuang here with the origin of the Dao of Heaven. Unless, one day, I can surpass Qianhong's cultivation."

"Don't lie to me! You can kill that person, why not!"

"I killed the Taoist ancestor because the ancestors of the Sanqing fought against the Taoist ancestor, and a strange person recruited thousands of chaotic bells to suppress the Taoist ancestor. And I also borrowed the power of the Taiji diagram, the chaotic bell, and the Pangu banner to condense the sky-opening axe with mystic kung fu..."

Yang Jian told the truth, the black spirit master fell down and sat there, and she could still see her dejection through the ghost mask.

"It's okay, don't worry about third uncle," Suihuang still comforted her in a gentle voice, "Third uncle can see you, there will be no regrets in this life."

Snapped.

Suddenly there was a snap of fingers from the corner of the cave, and Yang Jian and the Black Spirit Lord became vigilant at the same time, their eyes and consciousness locked on the figure walking out of that corner at the same time.

Yang Jian lost his vigilance after just one glance, but the Black Spirit Lord seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, the more he couldn't see through, the more vigilant he became.

"Why are you here?" Yang Jian asked calmly.

"Come to meet the princess of the ancient human race," the visitor chuckled, and took off his cloak, revealing that unimpressive face.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, "You have always been in the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. If there is anyone in the prehistoric world who can save Emperor Sui from trouble, it should be you...By the way, Xiao Hei, this is the strange man who summoned thousands of chaotic bells to suppress the Taoist ancestor, Daozi Tianyan."

Xiao Hei's eyes were suddenly full of suspicion, but there was also hope.

Daozi Tianyan shook his head lightly, "Every time I come to you, I want to remind you of something, otherwise I don't have to show up. When you will be able to think about everything, I will be able to spend less time."

Yang Jian frowned suddenly, "What's the matter?"

"I'm afraid you don't want to hear the news I told you."