The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

When he turned around, he saw a shining golden Duobao walking on the clouds. He kept shaking his sleeves, and he walked 'recklessly', which had nothing to do with majesty.

Thinking about the previous grievances, Yang Jian still felt somewhat guilty in his heart.

"I have seen Master."

No matter what, Yang Jian still treats each other with Taoist etiquette.

Duobao waved his hand, as if he didn't come to find Yang Jian's bad luck, "Excuse me, I'm afraid it will be hard for you to be your uncle with my current virtue."

"Uncle Master is just following the old gentleman's order," Yang Jian said with a smile, "I don't know why Uncle Master came to look for me?"

"Ah... just finished work, I don't know what to do," Duo Bao smiled, "Seeing that your avatar is here, I just wanted to chat with you."

Yang Jian said: "Master, why don't you go find the God of Wealth and the others?"

"It's inconvenient to go to Tianting, and it's also inconvenient to go to Jinao Island, alas..."

Duobao looked at the gold-plated robe on his body, and sighed: "Although I have gained a lot of benefits, but I have lost my carefree body. I don't know whether this is a benefit or a disadvantage."

"Master, why don't you follow me to Guanjiangkou for a glass of water and wine?"

"Let's go," Duobao didn't dislike it, and pulled Yang Jian to Guanjiangkou, making Yang Jian dumbfounded for a while.

Feelings, the former leader of the Jiejiao, just came to him for a drink because he didn't know what to do after becoming a Buddha.

Thinking about it carefully, Duobao's identity after turning into a Buddha is really embarrassing; it is obviously inappropriate for him to go to the Taoist sect, and the golden light is shrouded in it, and the Taoist peers and juniors may not want to see it.

When he went to Lingshan, he was sitting on the bench, and the Buddhist ups and downs could not wait to have his skin cramp at this time.

Duobao also didn't want to go to the court that day, he probably didn't want to see Zhao Gongming and others who were dawdling in the heavenly court; and Duobao on Jin'ao Island also went back shamelessly.

"Alas... the master has hurt me too!"

After two glasses of water and wine, Duobao raised his head and sighed. Just when Yang Jian wanted to comfort Duobao, he heard Duobao say, "I was originally free. When those bastards who ruined Taisu came here, I just walked away. How convenient? Now that I have transformed into a Buddha, I am tied to the way of heaven. As long as the other party breaks through the prehistoric and follows the imprint of the way of heaven, I can't hide anywhere!"

Yang Jian was speechless for a moment.

How to put it, Master Duobao is farsighted and far-sighted, and he really admires him for his far-reaching thinking.

Comparing the first disciples of the three Taoist religions horizontally, Master Guangchengzi is more normal, Duobao and Xuandu...

It's hard to say, it's hard to say.

"Master, you're joking," Yang Jian said, "The prehistoric world is the shelter of prehistoric creatures. We must fight the enemy bravely and keep those powerful enemies out."

"Stop the door? Don't be kidding," Duobao shook his head like a rattle, and then glanced at Yang Jian, "You should have been to Xuandu City, and you can still say such things when you look at the pile of saints' graves. I don't know how to express my admiration for you. Nephew, please have some snacks."

Yang Jian sneered, he didn't just see those graves...

Duobao has been imprisoned by Lao Tzu since he became a god, and he has just been released. Naturally, he doesn't know what Yang Jian did in Xuandu City.

Yang Jian didn't explain much, just said: "Actually, we may not have no chance of winning. There is no unparalleled road, and there must be a chance."

"A glimmer of life?" Daoist Duobao sneered, "There is no trace of the Dao ancestor in the Dao of Heaven. Obviously, the three teachers have killed the Dao ancestor. Don't you know, nephew? The Dao ancestor is actually a spy sent by the enemy of God Pangu!"

Yang Jian nodded approvingly, and listened to many things he had known for a long time in the mouth of Duobaodao with great interest.

Duobao was spitting all over the place, but most of his words were negative, and he was not optimistic about the future war at all.

"In my opinion, we don't need to fight at all, just choose a few Great Thousand Worlds and throw them to other corners of the Chaos Sea, hoping that they can escape this disaster."

Yang Jian finally understood that Duobao didn't just talk casually, but was really not optimistic about Hong Huang, and his words were full of negativity and pessimism.

Typical 'doomsday escapeism'.

Yang Jian didn't bother to mention these, but said: "Next, what is Master's plan?"

"Find a place to sleep, and wait for those enemies to show up comfortably." Daoist Duobao looked at his big hands that were plated with gold powder, "other than this, what else can I do? I was chained to the wilderness by the master, and I didn't know where to go if I wanted to escape... Sigh..."

"It's not necessarily a loss," Yang Jian said, just about to explain something to Taoist Duobao, but he felt some movement in the main body of Chaos Sea.

Yang Jian regained his energy immediately, and immediately said: "Master, drink first, someone will come to deliver the wine when there is not enough wine, I still have some things in the chaotic sea, let's deal with them first."

"Yo? What's the matter?" Duobao asked with a smile, "Is there any benefit? If it's good, I'll go for a walk too, Master."

Yang Jian smiled and said: "Yes, but do you have a way to cross the Chaos Sea, Master? I won't say much, I'll go first."

"Hey! What's the matter, tell the master!" Duobao yelled loudly, pulling Yang Jian's arm, and Yang Jian was worried about the safety of the Black Spirit Lord, and had already begun to shift his mind.

When his mind was drawn away from this incarnation, Yang Jian said in a low voice: "Eliminate Kunpeng."

Daoist Duobao immediately let go of Yang Jian's arm, and sat comfortably on the recliner in the bamboo gazebo, "Then I'll drink comfortably here, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me."

The chaotic sea, the wreckage of heaven and earth, where the hundred mountains are.

Immediately after Yang Jian returned to his mind, he released his consciousness and found that there was nothing abnormal around him, and the middle-aged sword fairy who had become the Lord of the Black Spirit was sitting in another position a little far away, sipping tea slowly.

"Are you back?" The voice of the Lord of the Black Spirit immediately caught his ears.

Yang Jian coughed calmly, opened his eyes, with a gloomy expression on his face, as if he was lamenting that he had cultivated for so long, but ended up with nothing.

The performance can be described as... inconspicuous.

"I'm back," Yang Jian replied by voice, got up and walked to the door, turned over the wooden sign that said no one was allowed to enter, and immediately the chaotic spirit clan running in the hall ran to this side.

The two continued to exchange words, leaving almost no fluctuations.

Yang Jian asked, "Did you find Kunpeng so quickly?"

"I found his aura. It should be a little aura leaked from him when he was healing. It doesn't seem like he is trying to lure us into the bait, but the situation... is a bit troublesome."

The voice of the Black Spirit Lord was a little hesitant, and he explained the so-called trouble in detail.

Among the hundred mountains, there are several larger forces, all of which occupy the entire mountain, but the strongest force is in the center, directly occupying eight mountains.

Absolute dominance.

This force is called "Remnant Bones", and there are various legends circulating among these hundreds of mountains. All the chaotic spirit clans and prehistoric ancient cultivators who have existed here for a long time believe that the person in charge of "Remnant Bones" is a tyrannical existence who is infinitely close to a Daoist saint, or even a half-step saint, and holds the true secrets of these hundred mountains.

And among the remaining bones, there are three elders who are also extremely powerful; according to the information collected by the Lord of the Black Spirit, there was an elder who directly smashed the peak of a big mountain with a shot, shocking all the masters here.

These hundred mountains are the wreckage of heaven and earth. They have been submerged in the sea of ​​chaos for many years without being destroyed, so they are naturally extremely strong.

The elder who can smash the mountain here seems to be able to turn into a mammoth monster, spreading its wings to cover the sky and cover the sun; also because its body is too huge, people can hardly see its true shape.

"It should be him without a doubt," Yang Jian continued to pass on the tea he had just served, "When shall we do it?"

"It's best to lure him out, not to act rashly, I'm afraid that the bone will help him," the Black Spirit Lord was rather calm at this time, changing his previous posture of rushing to take revenge.

Most likely, it was because she was not very sure and had nothing to rely on before, and she didn't want to relax, and she always wanted to go to Kunpeng to fight to the death.

But now, Yang Jian had an epiphany breakthrough, shot Kunpeng into the air with one shot, and now has the strength to take Kunpeng down with a certain degree of certainty. Instead, the Black Spirit Lord began to plan carefully, intending to kill Kunpeng with one blow, so as not to escape him.

"How?" Yang Jian asked back, and the Black Spirit Lord frowned and thought for a while.

After a long time, the Black Spirit Master said: "It's better for me to mix in the bones and draw it slowly."

"That would have taken too long, and Kunpeng is so cunning, he will immediately rise up if he smells any trouble," Yang Jian replied in a deep voice.

Sitting there, the black spirit master turned into a middle-aged sword fairy and sighed softly, as if he was feeling sad about something.

She asked, "What else is there to do?"

"How is the person in charge of the remnant bone?"

"I didn't find out, the other party is quite mysterious," said the Lord Black Spirit, "It seems to be an existence that has been in seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years, but it must not be a kind person to accept Kunpeng as an elder."

Yang Jian smiled casually, "It's really not easy to find a good person in the chaos, but we can't draw a conclusion directly. How can we know what kind of evil things Kunpeng has done here?"

"Then what should we do?" The Black Spirit Lord was a little impatient, "You find a way."

"I... okay, then just knock on the mountain and shake the tiger," Yang Jian said in a low voice, "I'll go directly to the remnant bone to pay a visit. You arrange people to watch the surroundings. If that Kunpeng escapes, it's best to leave some marks on him."

Lord Black Spirit nodded slowly, and said: "I have a blood curse, although it is insidious, it can leave an indelible mark."

"What blood curse?" Yang Jian immediately became vigilant, "Don't mess around."

The Black Spirit Lord sneered, "This blood curse is just using your own blood essence as a guide, at most it will damage some of your mana cultivation, even if you backfire, you won't be able to die. Why, aren't you worried that I will live and die with Kunpeng?"

Yang Jian nodded solemnly, "Others can't do it, but you can."

Lord Black Spirit was speechless for a moment.

At that moment, Yang Jian decided on the strategy of "knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger" - Yang Jian went to the broken bones, no matter what, he would force Kunpeng to come out.

And the Black Spirit Lord went to teach the blood curse to the 'puppets' who were guarding around the hundreds of mountains, so that Kunpeng would have no escape in the future.

After discussing the strategy, Yang Jian threw down a few stones that were useless to him, turned around and left the private room, walked leisurely to the exit of the formation, and slowly approached the central area of ​​the hundred mountains.

Remnants of bones...

The name sounds like it is explaining the origin of these hundred mountains.

Yang Jian was somewhat curious about the person in charge of the remnant bones, if the other party really wanted to protect Kunpeng, he had to consider whether he was an ordinary person with that Qianhong.

Two days later, Yang Jian finally arrived outside the boundary marker of the Remnant Bone Realm. Looking at the busy entrance of the formation ahead, he followed the mighty figure and leaned forward.

With the expansion of spiritual consciousness, Yang Jian could not hear any useful information while listening to the whispers of these Chaos Spirit Race.

Looking left and right, Yang Jian didn't find the Primordial Cultivator, but he could only find an old man of the Spirit Race who looked good and had good strength, and slowly walked past him.

Know yourself, know your enemy, and win a hundred battles. Even though Yang Jian's strength has increased dramatically, he still hasn't forgotten this golden rule.

"This senior invited me."

Yang Jian cupped his hands and said, the old man looked at Yang Jian in a daze, his old pink face was full of doubts.