The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Slightly implausible.

Yang Jian dragged his spear and walked forward slowly with a black face, but blocked most of the chaotic creatures attacking Xuandu City.

As for the large number of Chaos Spirit Clans that were knocked into the air by Kunpeng's huge body, they were also injured to varying degrees, forming an endless human wall there.

Yang Jian didn't care about these guys, and many people fled in embarrassment dragging their seriously injured bodies, but most of the creatures died instantly when they were hit by Kunpeng...

This change happened so fast that people couldn't react. Who would have thought that the strength of a single body alone would be enough to knock down a Kunpeng from the Black Spirit Nation, and suddenly he would become so unstoppable?

The original intention was to besiege the monster formation and defeat Kunpeng single-handedly.

At this time, the emotion in Yang Jian's heart receded like a tide, and he also began to be a little confused, constantly looking inside himself.

This is... Xuan Huang True Body?

No, this shouldn't be just Xuanhuang's real body, besides the Bajiu Xuangong, Yang Jian also got the great benefits left by the strong man in the 'previous life'.

The imprint of the strong man left by the strong man in the visible world forcibly tempered Yang Jian's Xuanhuang body again, and tempered it to a state that could not be explained by eight or nine Xuangong.

Yang Jian could clearly feel that the Xuanhuang body was just getting started, and there was still a lot of room for improvement, and the physical body could take a big step forward.

Yang Jian didn't understand exactly what the improvement was, but he felt that his strength had increased dozens of times compared to before the breakthrough, and his control over himself had increased by dozens of times...

Slowly clenching your fists, you really feel like you are holding the world in your palm.

Previously, Yang Jian's realm and combat power were completely mismatched; now that returning to Hongjing has brought in the gift left by his previous life, Yang Jian's combat power has been forcibly pulled out by a large amount.

but not enough...

As long as Yang Jian thought of the scene of him falling slowly on the mountain of corpses, and the scene of using the corpse and Lingyun to kill him for a while after falling, his heart felt inexplicably sour.

Is the current self one percent of what he was back then?

Whether that era was Taishi or Taichu, Yang Jian didn’t know, nor could he remember. After all, ‘Taishi’ and ‘Taichu’ are just titles left behind when people look at ‘history’ from the perspective of future generations.

But judging from the volcanic saint's tomb and the method of Lingyun, it should be before Taishi.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's mood suddenly faded. He didn't start killing, but said lightly: "The one who descends will not die."

Immediately, countless masters received their supernatural powers, and many people took the opportunity to slip away.

But the puppets of Xuandu City did not stop. Puppet Fourteen appeared on the city wall, and there was an inexplicable fluctuation. All the puppets avoided the chaotic creatures and prehistoric masters who stopped, and began to besiege and hunt down those fleeing figures.

Yang Jian walked in front of Xuandu, Kong Xuan and the Black Spirit Lord were all chasing and killing those chaotic beasts that fled in disorder, and they didn't even bother to come over to meet each other.

Yang Jian asked, "Is the Four Spirit World okay? How long have I been in retreat?"

"Retreat not long ago, probably more than two years," Xuan Du looked into Yang Jian's eyes, frowned for a while, and then exhaled, "Guihongjing, what did you see?"

"nothing."

Xuan Du asked again: "Who was your previous life?"

"I don't know," Yang Jian replied very simply, the strong emotion receded, his mind was exhausted, and he slowly sat beside the Great Master Xuandu, looking down at the palm of his hand.

Listen to Yang Jian whispering: "How is the Four Spirit World? Xin Ke, where is Xiao Lan?"

"They're all fine," Master Xuandu shook his head lightly, "Isn't it the Black Spirit Kingdom now? Kunpeng once went to the Black Spirit Kingdom to wreak havoc and killed dozens of Chaos Spirit Race masters, but they were restrained by the two of them."

Xuandu slowly told what happened when Yang Jian had a sudden enlightenment and retreated.

Kunpeng did exactly as Yang Jian had expected at first, and indeed attacked the Hei Ling Kingdom a few months later, bringing a mighty army of ferocious beasts with him.

However, the Black Spirit Kingdom and the Chahe army suddenly turned the 'war spear' to the outside, and before Kunpeng's real body was revealed, they worked together to kill the army of fierce beasts and killed dozens of 'Spirit Race' with horns on their heads.

And Kunpeng burst open the Chaos Sea in a fit of rage, smashing the continent of Hei Ling Kingdom open.

Kong Xuan, Lord Hei Ling, and Cha He led hundreds of masters to besiege Kunpeng. Although they were no match for Kunpeng, they barely restrained Kunpeng.

Then, Kunpeng suddenly changed direction and attacked Xuandu City without any warning, smashing the formation of Xuandu City into six floors!

The great mage Xuandu came out to fight, but because Kunpeng's mana was too strong, it was another hard fight.

However, Kunpeng secretly recruited a large army of Chaos Spirit Race to attack Xuandu City and Hei Ling Kingdom.

This is the accumulation of Kunpeng's operation in the sea of ​​chaos for so long. Kunpeng, who has no way to control the spiritual core, can achieve the point where he suppresses the Black Spirit Kingdom and at the same time aggressively invades Xuandu City, which is quite scary.

Fortunately, the army of the Hei Ling Kingdom and Chahe held the formation, and Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan dispatched from behind, firmly defending the Hei Ling Kingdom.

And the Black Spirit Lord and Kong Xuan 'harassed' Kunpeng all the way, and together with Xuandu and Kunpeng launched a continuous battle...

Gradually, Kunpeng exhausted the great mage Xuandu with his mana abruptly, and severely injured the great mage Xuandu; while Kong Xuan, who had five colors of light, and the vengeful Lord Hei Ling continued to fight Kunpeng.

Naturally, this had something to do with Kunpeng not looking squarely at Kong Xuan and Xiao Hei, and all he wanted to break through the formation in Xuandu City and rush into the saint's tomb.

This is what Yang Jian saw when he left the customs.

Listening to Xuandu's eloquence, Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief, his whole aura seemed to have collapsed, and he changed from sitting to lying down, covering his eyes with his arms.

"What's wrong?" Grand Master Xuandu chuckled beside him, "Is Invincible lonely?"

"Invincible... just inexplicably tired, probably because of too long comprehension."

Master Xuandu couldn't see that Yang Jian's mood seemed to be affected by the "previous life", but he didn't mention it too much, and said with a smile: "Judging from the shot you fired when you repelled Kunpeng just now, under the saint, you should be able to sweep away invincible."

"Hmm..." Yang Jian replied, and continued to lie there in a daze.

Xuan Du buttoned his booger, continued to embrace Yuan Shouyi, closed his eyes to heal his injuries, and didn't care about Yang Jian.

It's just that one can clearly feel that Xuandu is very happy at this moment, feeling relieved after getting rid of many pressures.

"Master," Yang Jian asked suddenly, "Did the method of controlling the spiritual core come from a dream?"

Xuan Du closed his eyes and responded, but kept silent and didn't explain too much.

Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions, and got the answer he wanted.

Before he knew it, Yang Jian lay there and gradually fell asleep.

In his sleep, the man with disheveled hair and holding the Broken Blade kept appearing, watching him step forward with difficulty, watching him kill all directions with the Broken Blade, and finally ended everything in himself in the most tragic way.

Don't know his past, don't know his name.

Until later, the images in the dream were all blurry white shadows, and the white shadows gradually became clearer. It seemed to be a fairy in fluttering white clothes, with long hair hanging down, but the face was blurred.

Compared with who he was before, Yang Jian now wants to know more about who she is, where she is, and what he can do for her at this moment, to fill up the guilt and apology engraved in his heart.

"Husband..."

A small hand brushed across Yang Jian's cheek, gently wiping away the tears in his sleep.

Yang Jian withdrew his arms, and immediately saw the figure kneeling beside him, a little tenderness surged in his heart, which calmed him down inexplicably.

"Xin Ke, when did you come?"

While talking, Yang Jian sat up, ignoring the experts standing beside him, and directly hugged Ao Xinke's waist, hugging her tightly, feeling the peace and peace of mind she could bring to him.

Ao Xinke put her arms around Yang Jian, put her chin on Yang Jian's shoulder, and asked softly, "What's on your mind, my husband?"

"No, I just want to hug you," Yang Jian laughed, looking at her face close at hand, rubbing his forehead against hers.

Long Nu blushed, but Yang Jian laughed twice, and finally let go of her and stood up.

The ghost and the witch said in unison: "Congratulations to the second master for leaving the customs."

"Seniors, you're being polite," Yang Jian cupped his hands in return, as if there was nothing different from before.

On the side, Kong Xuan kept looking at Yang Jian, and was about to ask Yang Jian how he did it, but he was so vigorous; but the Black Spirit Lord said first: "When will you go after Kunpeng?"

"Find his trace first, and then go after him, it's not too late," Yang Jian said solemnly.

Ao Xinke hurriedly said, "I should be the one to do this."

The Black Spirit Lord shook his head, and a resolute voice came from behind the ghost mask, saying, "I'll go look for him and send you a message after I find his trace."

"Okay," Yang Jian nodded and agreed, knowing that the Black Spirit Lord couldn't wait for a moment, so he didn't say anything.

Under the ghost mask, the Black Spirit Lord looked at Yang Jian with a grateful gaze, bowed to Yang Jian for the first time, turned around and flew towards the sea of ​​chaos, and his figure disappeared very quickly.

Yang Jian can defeat Kunpeng at this time, so the Black Spirit Lord really doesn't have to wait any longer, if he finds the trace of Kunpeng and sends a message to Yang Jian, he will have a chance to avenge his vengeance.

Kong Xuan muttered: "You guy, are you really the reincarnation of the sage of Taishi?"

"No," Yang Jian smiled wryly, "I didn't figure out who I was in my previous life, and I'm not going to waste my energy on these things. I am Yang Jian, born in heaven and earth, and studied under Yuquan Mountain Yuding Master, these are actually enough."

Master Xuandu shook his sleeves, and stood up slowly, "Okay, keep defending the city, I'll continue to find a place to heal my injuries... Really, I just recovered from a wave of injuries, but this time the injuries are even worse."

"Why didn't Master Uncle recuperate in Xuandu City?"

"I've stayed in this damn place for so long, I don't want to stay here for a long time."

Xuan Du patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, "Don't forget to give your master a jade charm, don't make them worry."

"Yes," Yang Jian nodded in agreement, watching Xuandu leave slowly.

The broken formation in Xuandu City began to recover on its own. Yang Jian glanced at the city and continued the unfinished 'spiritual core transplant'.

Ao Xinke and Kong Xuan are going to Hei Ling Kingdom to deal with the aftermath, and witches and witches will preside over the disposal here, so everyone has to be busy for a while.

Yang Jian took the initiative to say: "Xiao Lan stay with me."

Xiao Lan, who had been acting as a little transparent on the edge, blinked, and immediately nodded in agreement.

Yang Jian lowered his head and sighed softly. Now, he really doesn't want to be alone anymore...