The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

As soon as Guihong Realm broke through, Yang Jian seemed to open the door to a new world. Originally, he was only regarded as a talented and capable 'good seedling', and he was placed with high hopes, but he would not place too many expectations on him.

This time when Guihong Realm broke through, the Dao of Saints before Hengjiuyuan appeared, which immediately made Yang Jian 'a rising tide lifts all boats'.

The reincarnation of a saint is more important than a genius monk, and it is natural to judge whether it is more important or not.

First, all the ghosts of the saints in the saint's tomb were alarmed by Yang Jian. There was actually only one question that the ghosts wanted to ask - how to return the true spirit of the saint in the cloud, but Yang Jian did not get a definite answer.

Then, the puppet master who "survived" from the Taisu era also took the initiative to summon Yang Jian and brought Yang Jian into a magical "puppet workshop".

Standing on a floating platform, looking at the puppets that are constantly moving around like ants below, looking at the battle puppets that were assembled very quickly and described complicated restrictions, and sent directly to the outside...

Yang Jian almost had the absurd illusion that he had entered the modern production workshop in his hometown on the earth.

The old man was sitting on a rocking chair, groping around his mouth with his hands, tearing apart his face, removing a chin that was so delicate that it made the scalp tingle, and bumping another chin into it.

Soon, the old man's round, silky and magnetic voice sounded: "Sit down, don't be restrained."

Yang Jian lowered his head and glanced, just in time to see some small black particles gathering on the floating platform, forming a square stool behind Yang Jian.

This is Taoism? Prohibition?

"Thank you."

Yang Jian lifted the hem of his robe, sat down in a well-regulated manner, and kept looking around.

The old man said: "It's just some weird and obscene skills, they can't be used much, I'll make you laugh."

"How can it be unusable?" Yang Jian sighed, "There is only one senior, but he can be a great army in a world."

The old man suddenly revealed a stiff smile, "You can talk, but my things are really useless. When a strong enemy comes, a slap by the weakest person will ruin my life's hard work."

Yang Jian couldn't help being silent.

"Oh, no more," the old man waved his hand, "If you don't become a saint, you will be an ant. I can't make a saint puppet, and you will be an ant after all."

"Senior, don't be too demanding on yourself. Now it is no different from Taishi and Taiji. It is extremely difficult to become a saint." Yang Jian comforted.

The puppet old man smiled and said: "You can call me Master Mo instead of always calling me senior. If you are a reincarnation of a saint, you should be an ancient sage before Taishi. I should call you senior."

Yang Jian couldn't help showing a little smile, the word 'Master Mo' is really appropriate.

"Mr. Mo, maybe tell me more about the great war that year?"

"It's useless to talk about it, it will only make your Daoist heart unstable," Master Mo shook his head and refused, "You just need to go on step by step, without any distraction, and hit the realm of the most powerful saint. Only by taking that step, will you have a real chance of living."

Master Mo sighed faintly, "When the Taisu Era came to an end, we pinned our last hopes on Pan Gu, but it was a pity that Pan Gu missed half a step in the end and was still knocked down by the opponent. Fortunately, Pan Gu left behind a kindling. Although you are far behind the Taisu Era, at least your hope is not broken."

These words are really ruthless...

But what Master Mo said was true, Yang Jian knew it a long time ago, and he couldn't refute it.

"How did Mr. Mo make the quasi-sacred puppet?" Yang Jian asked, "Looking at the strength of the fourteenth senior, I am afraid that even a virtuous saint can fight."

"Oh, you don't want to know how to make the three of them," Master Mo sighed silently, he didn't want to say anything, but he still said slowly.

"Fourteen was originally my daughter. She was killed by those powerful enemies after she cultivated to the Quasi-Holy Realm. I changed her real body into a puppet, and cut off half of a road that was about to collapse after the fall of a saint, and engraved it in her body with restrictions. That's why she has such strength."

"The other two, Puppet Six was originally my teacher's work, and I also carved half of the avenue of saints into it. Puppet Thirty-six is ​​my last work. I used seven or eight avenues of saints on him, but unfortunately, I only made four different ones."

There was deep regret in Master Mo's words, but Yang Jian didn't hear the slightest bit of grief.

This is an expert who is so obsessed with the way of puppet that his relatives don't recognize him, Yang Jian can't comment on it, he just feels a little helpless.

For the first time, Master Mo's pair of godless eyes showed light, and he said this sentence: "At that time, saints continued to fall, and the way of saints followed me. Unfortunately, there are too few extremely precious materials, and in the end there are only three of them in this world."

Still, find another topic.

"Old Mo, this junior has always wanted to know how those powerful enemies retreated."

"All I know is that they killed all the living beings in the Taisu Realm, and then went after Pangu who broke through the siege," Master Mo said, shaking his head. "Actually, when the powerful enemy who destroyed the Taisu Realm back then, there was only one superpower who appeared. As far as I know, when Taiji was destroyed, there were six superpowers; when Taishi was destroyed, there were nine superpowers."

Yang Jian couldn't help being stunned.

Master Mo said with a blank face: "The living world is not as good as one generation after another, and these powerful enemies come and go without a trace, probably from some invisible realm. We are not regarded as enemies by them, they just crush us to death like ants."

"Otherwise, do you think that Pangu, who was half a step away from reaching the highest level, can kill in the hands of these guys?"

"It turned out to be like this," Yang Jian suddenly felt a headache.

"Don't think too much, what should come will always come, and you can't hide if you want to," Master Mo tapped his fingers a few times, the floating platform slowly floated, and a few cabinets floated slowly in the distance.

Master Mo said: "You can practice with peace of mind and don't worry about other things. The sky will fall and it will fall. Worrying about this and that every day is just disturbing your state of mind for no reason."

"Xie Mo, please wake up."

"I'll give you some benefits, hurry up and practice," Master Mo said very flatly, and you slowly opened several cabinets, and there were rows of weapons inside.

Master Mo said: "Some are weapons I forged, and some I picked up after Taisu was destroyed. Take them, you should be able to use them."

"Thank you, senior."

Yang Jian didn't hold anything back, he really needed these magical weapons; and looking around, all the innate treasures were mostly weapons.

It is estimated that the high-end combat power of the Black Spirit Nation can be improved a bit.

Just as Yang Jian was about to thank him for putting a few large cabinets into the black turtle belt, Master Mo stood at the corner of the floating platform, tilting his head and staring at the constantly rotating wooden gears in the distance, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Old Mo, senior?"

"There's something else for you," the old man called another cabinet, and a long black coat floated out of it.

The black lines with a metallic texture seem to be mixed with gold, silver, and jade-colored lines.

"If you encounter any danger, you have to survive first. Pangu failed in the end because he couldn't hide before Taisu's life was about to die, and he jumped out on his own initiative," the old man said faintly. "If you want to win those beings who have climbed to the highest point a long time ago, you have to do something very human."

Yang Jian frowned. Although he couldn't agree with the old man's words, he didn't say anything.

Individuals have their own opinions, even if they disagree, they should be respected.

After receiving the black black robe, Yang Jian made a bow: "Thank you for the treasure, senior."

"Let me think about what else I can give you."

Master Mo tilted his head and thought for a while, then called a cabinet and took a shuttle out of it.

"Every time I see you going in and out of Xuandu City, you can't move in the sea of ​​chaos without sanctification," Master Mo said, "This is the only treasure, made of scraps from the manufacture of Thirty-six, and a small section of the Saint's Avenue is pressed inside. From here to your prehistoric, you can get there in three hours."

Yang Jian was taken aback.

Master Mo turned his head to appreciate Yang Jian's surprised expression, a little complacency in his dull eyes, but he didn't say much.

When the shuttle came into Yang Jian's hands, Yang Jian held on tightly.

Master Mo called him here purely to give him some benefits, let him continue to work hard, bravely climb the peak, and become the future support of the living beings.

Yang Jian did not pretend to refuse. After thanking the old man, he was 'driven' out by the old man.

"Let's go, I have nothing to give you, don't die too early, being a coward is better than dying early."

Apart from smiling wryly, Yang Jian really didn't know how to respond.

Flying outside the city of Xuandu, Yang Jian held the palm-sized shuttle in his hand and touched the ring on the tip of the shuttle with his fingers.

Qiankun Dao?

Before Yang Jian could react, the shuttle flew up from his hands, as if slowly flying out of an invisible pocket, slowly swelled, and in the blink of an eye, it became a ten-foot-sized... shuttle.

Divine consciousness tried to look inside the shuttle, but only felt that there was a boundless wall in front of it, which was completely blocked.

The point is, this shuttle has no door, unlike Ao Xinke's Dragon Secret Treasure Battleship, which has a door to enter.

Stepping forward, Yang Jian walked into the inside of the shuttle without hindrance, looking at the bare walls.

There is a sand table in the center. Yang Jian walked in front of the sand table. The sand table trembled slightly, and a gray mist emerged.

chaos?

Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded in his heart, and remembered what the saint Remnant Ling had said before. They also seemed to reveal a fact that the monks of the wilderness did not know.

Chaos has boundaries.

There was a faint light flickering in the fog, Yang Jian looked intently, the fog suddenly 'stretched', like the zoomable three-dimensional map in Yang Jian's memory.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Jian saw the flickering light spot—the shuttle itself, saw the miniature of Xuandu City behind the shuttle, and saw the Hei Ling Kingdom that was slowly approaching Xuandu City a few feet away.

Raising his head suddenly, only shock remained in Yang Jian's eyes.

The fog filled the inside of the shuttle, with the shuttle as the center, spreading for an unknown distance, and the situation in various places in the chaotic sea could be vaguely seen.

There are countless countries and distances, but Yang Jian knows...

He really got the treasure this time.

With a thought in mind, Yang Jian pointed his finger near the Black Spirit Kingdom, and he could see the light spot in the 'fog map' tremble slightly, and then 'slowly' slide towards the place Yang Jian pointed to.

And Yang Jian also felt a slight tearing sensation, looked up and looked around, the consciousness could spread outward, and Xuandu City disappeared at the edge of the consciousness at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, Yang Jian came out of the shuttle, looked ahead, and scratched his head at the Hei Ling Kingdom that was slowly flying towards him being pushed by the formation.

Master Mo, the puppet master...

If he was truly sanctified, God Pan Gu might not have fallen with hatred in the battle of Taisu.