The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian couldn't help but look sideways at this hateful roar.

In fact, he doesn't have any deep hatred for Kunpeng, and various reasons make him stand up and kill the demon master; he has never experienced the darkest age of the human race in ancient times, but he can feel the almost infinite hatred in the heart of the Black Spirit Lord.

This hatred once devoured her, and made her practice the magic way regardless of everything, step by step to where she is today.

Finally, the one most qualified to seek revenge from Kunpeng stood in front of Kunpeng's imprisoned Primordial Spirit, and completely defeated the Primordial Spirit whose power had been dispersed by Yang Jian.

Like a torture, it was cut into pieces.

Kunpeng's huge body suddenly became silent, and the extremely huge vitality disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On a whim, Yang Jian released the little eagle, and without Yang Jian saying anything, the little eagle jumped directly at Kunpeng's heart, and directly drilled out a bloody hole of unknown depth that could not be blasted away by ordinary quasi-sages and innate spirit treasures.

The huge but constantly dissipating vitality rushed towards the small hole drilled by the little eagle like a tide.

Kunpeng's body is definitely a treasure house, but Yang Jian didn't think much about it, and went towards the roaring Black Spirit Lord.

Her breath was turbulent, like a volcano that would erupt at any time; but this eruption would only destroy herself.

He raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder. Although his movements were gentle, he temporarily suppressed her whole body.

The Black Spirit Lord looked up in a daze, his eyes behind the ghost mask were full of confusion.

"Okay, revenge is also reported, don't hurt yourself."

"Yang Jian……"

"Huh? I'm here." Yang Jian squatted down, looking at her ghost mask, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

He couldn't say anything more about this matter, and he didn't know how to persuade her. He couldn't instill in her some brainless chicken soup that the future is full of sunshine.

But the Black Spirit Lord suddenly stood up, took two steps back, kneeled in front of Yang Jian with his legs softened, raised his hands and folded them on his forehead, and kowtowed deeply at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian froze for a moment, wanted to stop her, but cared about her mood, so he had to stand there and bear it.

After knocking nine times in a row, the Black Spirit Lord knelt there and finally cried out, the crying changed from sobs to wails.

At this moment, Yang Jian realized that this human princess who had made him feel quite troublesome was so petite and so helpless.

After an unknown period of time, the crying of the Black Spirit Lord finally stopped, and his voice was hoarse.

"Xiao Hei...you don't want to..."

"Don't worry, I know there will be a big battle ahead, and you need help. I won't go to my mother right now."

The Black Spirit Lord whispered, her voice was still calm; she raised her head, looked at Yang Jian, and said word by word: "My baby name is A Li, and my title is Chu Qi. I have avenged my revenge, and there will be no more Black Spirit Lords from now on...Master, you can call me Chu Qi or A Li."

Yang Jian suddenly smiled wryly: "You and I are like a friend of a gentleman, but also more like a brother and a friend. This soul is returned to you, so you don't need to call me master."

"You avenged me, I should respect you as the master," Chu Qi withdrew the strand of soul, but raised his hand to take off the ghost mask on his face.

She likes to wear a black robe, but at this time, it gradually changed from black to blood red.

That white and bright face, as well as the scary tattoos on his cheeks and forehead, are more terrifying than ghost masks.

Yang Jian smiled wryly and said, "You lied to me even with your face..."

"Please punish the master."

"What use do I need you as a slave?"

"Please," Chu Qi closed his eyes, with a few tears running down the corners of his eyes, "give me something to rely on, otherwise I don't know how to live, and why should I live anymore. Kunpeng is dead, why should I still live?"

Yang Jian was at a loss for words immediately, but seeing that she was too miserable at this moment, he had no choice but to expose the matter temporarily.

What does he want the servant for? What is the use? It's not too short to have acquaintance with Lord Black Spirit, she is more like a training partner, a friend who once urged Yang Jian to keep moving forward.

That's all.

"Let's study how to dispose of Kunpeng's corpse first," Yang Jian said, "Letting its corpse here will definitely cause many troubles."

Chu Qi finally calmed down, wearing a long blood-colored dress and three thousand waterfall-like long hair, the only scary thing is the tattoo like a curse.

"I have a way to refine it," she said in a low voice, and then said, "For today, I have made complete preparations. I will refine even a drop of blood from this old thief, Kunpeng, so that he will die forever and not be reborn!"

Seeing that she was about to fall into a crazy posture again, Yang Jian hurriedly stopped her and said what he thought of to deal with it.

Kunpeng's body is equivalent to a world with a large scale, and it is by no means a day's work to deal with it.

"I have searched all over its body before, and there is still a cave in its body, which should be used by his primordial spirit," Yang Jian said, "The cave has complicated restrictions, and I didn't force it open."

Chu Qi nodded: "You defeated Kunpeng, so you can dispose of it as you like. I can avenge my revenge with my own hands, but I can no longer repay the kindness you have given me."

"With a little effort, I also took advantage of the time you came here to interrogate a lot of information."

Yang Jian sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's not that simple."

"What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you in detail later. I want to know where this place is in the Chaos Sea. Go and find out if there is any Eldar tribe who can find out."

"Well, I'll go now."

Watching Chu Qi leave, Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the huge crystal that had been chopped into pieces not far away.

The things here are really inextricably linked...

"Nine Heavens Fuyao Art, Flying Feather Escape Art... Immortal Volcano... Primordial Phoenix Progenitor Dragon..."

Yang Jian sighed slowly, and stood there silently.

Waves of chaotic breath spread from everywhere. Yang Jian got up, opened his hands and sprayed out boundless profound energy. The profound energy turned into a big net, stacked the two corpses, and pulled them with the big net of profound energy, trying a little bit of strength.

Really heavy.

...

There is a fish in Dark North, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is. It turns into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is. Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

...

Pulling Kunpeng's body and flying for hundreds of years, it is estimated that he can return to the Black Spirit Realm.

But it would be a waste to burn Kunpeng's body with the phoenix real fire, or listen to Chu Qi's direct refinement.

The easiest way to deal with this huge corpse is to find a powerful Chaos Spirit Race country nearby, spend a little effort to subdue hundreds of masters, give them weapons with black handles attached, and let them dissect them directly.

Yang Jian spent more than a month doing such preparations, searching everywhere in the nearby Chaos Sea, using the method of controlling the spiritual core to control thousands of Daluo and two hundred quasi-sacred masters, and cleared a corner of the Chaos Sea as quickly as possible.

In fact, it wasn't just to dispose of Kunpeng's body, Yang Jian also gave these masters an order to use formations to push their respective 'lands' and slowly move closer to Xuandu City.

Although the journey is long, it is always possible.

The specific steps to deal with Kunpeng are much more complicated.

First of all, Yang Jian moved the chaotic creatures of the entire country away, which was used as a cutting board; then he placed the two corpses of Kunpeng on the cutting board, like two huge mountains.

Then he used the Xuangang to attach it to the weapon, and started the drastic work of 'moving mountains'.

Every piece of flesh and blood, according to Yang Jian's request, must be sealed with a formation, and then collected into a huge number of storage treasures.

Even Yang Jian returned to the place where he fought Kunpeng, rolled up all the broken flesh and blood, and did the same.

Seeing this, Chu Qi was a little nervous to find Yang Jian who was struggling on the front line of moving the mountain, and said in a low voice: "The Yuanshen has been torn to pieces, will he still be alive?"

"There is this consideration," Yang Jian said with a smile. "After all, Kunpeng has a complicated background, so it is just in case to seal up its flesh and blood. However, the most important thing is that Kunpeng's flesh and blood are good fodder for Chaos beasts, which can increase their strength."

"oh?"

Yang Jian said again: "Didn't we capture 20 or 30 spirit clans capable of controlling beasts in Kunpeng's siege of Xuandu City before? They must be used in the future, and they are also a force that should not be underestimated."

Chu Qi didn't ask any more questions immediately.

After being so busy for more than a month, only one-tenth of the total project volume was completed. Many treasures that Kunpeng could not digest were dug up from Kunpeng's body, and they were all sorted.

Yang Jian glanced at the cave hidden in the deepest part of Kunpeng's body, and felt that it was not wise for him to spend time here, so he asked Chu Qi to supervise the work here, and went back to the hundred mountains by himself.

He is going to subdue the main force of the Hundred Mountains, which is an extremely powerful force.

Chu Qi naturally had no objection, watching Kunpeng's body being chopped off, it was quite a happy thing for her.

"Remember, if you dig to the deepest part and find a cave sealed by my Profound Handle, don't do anything, and notify me immediately."

Yang Jian urged him left and right, and Chu Qi agreed three or four times before he couldn't help asking: "What are you worried about?"

"Worried... a lot."

Yang Jian shook his head, looked at the face in front of him, and swallowed the words again.

"It's okay, it may be my own imagination, I'll go first, you are optimistic about this place, if you encounter danger, you should protect yourself first."

Chu Qi nodded in agreement.

"Oh, by the way, I sent someone to contact Xinke and the others earlier. If there is any news, send someone to send me a letter."

"It's not that I don't have such a sense of integrity in doing things," Chu Qi said a little displeased, Yang Jian spread his hands, chuckled, turned and flew away.

What is he worried about?

I'm afraid only Yang Jian knows.

In fact, after severely injuring Kunpeng and cutting open Kunpeng's body, Yang Jian discovered the cave and explored it.

Later, during the hundred days of waiting for Chu Qi to arrive, he searched all over Kunpeng, and found out some news from Kunpeng's primordial spirit...

"Maybe I'm unfounded," Yang Jian sighed in a low voice, and turned his head to look at the light wall of the formation. Through the light wall, he could see those busy figures and the corpses of giant beasts that seemed to be eaten by ants.

Go to subdue the hundred mountains first, and wait for Kunpeng's corpse to be dealt with, and then go back and ask Kong Xuan, who has not told the truth, so we can naturally draw some conclusions.

What is Yang Jian afraid of? In other words, what is Yang Jian worried about?

It's actually quite complicated...

Not to mention anything else, the cave in the deepest part of Kunpeng's body, and the mysterious tortoise orb that Kunpeng stole back then and gave birth to a world...

At this time, he was not in Kunpeng's body at all.

What else is more terrifying than this?