The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Xuanzhu disappeared, and Yang Jian's heart was always a little uneasy.

When he tortured Kunpeng Yuanshen, he didn't ask for any information about the cave. Kunpeng even told Yang Jian about several treasure locations, but when he mentioned the Xuanzhu and the cave, Kunpeng Yuanshen would just shut up.

'Winner and loser, I have nothing to say with you, my skill is not as good as yours. '

and……

Kunpeng died so easily, Yang Jian always felt a little too unreal.

So easy to be traced by Xiao Hei, and so easy to be killed by him...

The so-called easy is also relative; Yang Jian and Kunpeng have been chasing and fighting for more than a month, across half of the chaotic sea, which is actually a protracted battle.

But Yang Jian always felt that he hadn't done his best. Regarding Kunpeng, he still missed a very important aspect.

How could Kunpeng, who had escaped from the joint pursuit of the three saints back then, be executed so easily?

"Forget it, let's go to the Bone World to search."

Yang Jian murmured in a low voice, but halfway through the flight, he suddenly turned back to the scene where Kunpeng's bones were disposed of, hiding in the dark and watching quietly.

This hiding is half a year.

Yang Jian showed extraordinary patience, turned into a cloud of smoke and remained motionless in the chaotic atmosphere, watching Kunpeng's body shrinking continuously, watching the precious materials piled up on the side become continuous mountains, and the pieces of Kunpeng's flesh and blood that were put into the stored magic treasure.

During this period, there were jade talismans constantly flying out from the chaotic sea and communicating with Chu Qi. Naturally, it was Xin Ke who had gotten in touch with Chu Qi and was regularly inquiring about the current situation here.

Nothing unusual?

"Wrong guess?" Yang Jian muttered for a while, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see a picture - a distorted black shadow walked out of Kunpeng's remnant body, and he raised his hand to kill the heroes.

Seeing that the project of disposing of the corpses was about to enter the final stage, and the cave was about to show up, Yang Jian focused his attention on the situation ahead.

After another half month, only the last tenth of the flesh and blood remained in Kunpeng's body. In the mountain-like body, a stone gate was ripped out of the flesh and blood.

Yang Jian still wanted to wait for the change, but suddenly he saw a silver light shooting out from the gap in the stone gate, before everyone stopped him in time, it shot straight at Yang Jian's hiding place.

Yang Jian froze for a moment, then smiled wryly.

Hey!

The silver light turned into a foot-long silver eaglet, and stood on Yang Jian's shoulders in high spirits, completely exposing Yang Jian's hiding place.

"it's me."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, and had no choice but to fly out from the dark place; Chu Qi frowned, and said coldly: "Are you worried about me?"

"Don't get me wrong, I was worried about what might happen here, so I hid on purpose and waited to see."

Yang Jian explained with a wry smile, raised his hand and patted two boxes on Xiaoying's head; Xiaoying shrank his head comfortably, squatting on Yang Jian's shoulder and squinting for a while.

Chu Qi didn't say much, Yang Jian walked slowly to the stone gate, and signaled the surrounding spirit masters to continue their work.

"What the hell is this?" Chu Qi asked in a deep voice, also aware of the unusualness of the matter.

"A place where people live," Yang Jian said, "Let's go in and have a look?"

Chu Qi nodded lightly, with a scimitar in his hand, indicating that Yang Jian was behind her.

Yang Jian laughed lightly and stepped forward. He had checked with his divine sense before, and there was no aura fluctuation in this cave.

Pushing open the stone gate, the two sides of the stone walls exuding light and a long corridor greeted the eyes.

The stone wall seems to be some kind of ancient precious material, and there are incomparably complicated array patterns imprinted on it; faintly, these array patterns have the effect of concentrating and reassuring, stepping into the tunnel, the mind becomes inexplicably peaceful.

But obviously, the function of these patterns goes beyond that.

Fifteen feet ahead, you will reach the end of the corridor. There is a jade-faced screen directly in front of you, and there are passages on the left and right.

One left and one right, the two began to investigate tacitly, and then gathered behind the screen.

A small and exquisite palace appeared in front of them. The palace only had four corner pillars. The outside of the palace was a layer of light film, and the outside was Kunpeng's flesh and blood.

The main hall is ten feet long and wide, and there is a futon in the bureau, and directly below the futon is a large piece of light red precious jade, and there are complicated pattern patterns inside it.

There are a few empty bookshelves in the corner on the left, and a stone bed on the right, but nothing else.

Yang Jian walked slowly into the futon, looked around, and all he could see were overlapping formation patterns.

His complexion was obviously a bit gloomy, and he raised his hand to destroy these patterns, but he still sighed softly, and put his hand down.

Glancing at Chu Qi who looked calm on the other hand, Yang Jian calmed down and decided to divert the topic away so that she wouldn't think too much about it.

It's hard to get rid of the hatred, but don't fall into it again.

Yang Jian said: "Maybe this is the cave that was swallowed by Kunpeng, or maybe someone opened up a cave in Kunpeng's body and lived here."

"This is where Kunpeng's heart lies," Chu Qi softly denied Yang Jian's 'maybe', "During the time I dismantled Kunpeng's body, I found a large formation in its body, which was built with its own blood, and here is the formation eye."

Yang Jian was silent for a moment.

Naturally, he also discovered these, and wanted to hide them, but he didn't expect her to notice these details when dismantling Kunpeng.

Chu Qi asked in a calm voice: "Master, is Kunpeng still alive?"

"Oh? Why did you say that?" Yang Jian asked in pretended surprise.

Chu Qi said: "Except for Kunpeng himself, who can directly deploy such a large formation in Kunpeng's body? This large formation obviously extracts the vitality and mana from all places and merges it into the formation eye, and this formation eye is still the most important heart?"

"You mean, Kunpeng set up a big formation and refined himself?" Yang Jian pretended to be confused with an understanding, and his expression was a little dumbfounded.

Chu Qi nodded quite appreciatively, and said in a low voice, "It's like a cicada sloughs off its body and creates another body."

"Why does he do this?"

"Sanctified," Chu Qi's eyelids drooped slightly, "Although Kunpeng's body is strong, his innate Dao body is the body that fits the Dao best; moreover, the Xuangui's Xuanzhu is not here. I thought you took it away, but Kunpeng's body can be completely dissected, and there is no trace of Xuanzhu at all."

Yang Jian was speechless for a moment, and simply didn't want to hide it from her.

"Actually, when I fought against Kunpeng, I always felt that his strength was somewhat inferior to his reputation as a demon master," Yang Jian said, "The point is...the reaction is too slow."

Chu Qi nodded slightly: "This may just be the body abandoned by Kunpeng."

"But how does the primordial spirit explain it?"

"I heard that there is a secret technique in ancient times, which can give birth to a new primordial spirit from the primordial spirit, so that one can break through one's own realm."

Yang Jian put his hands behind his back and looked around in all directions, "If this is the case, then it should be really troublesome."

Chu Qi said: "Based on Kunpeng's mind, after he leaves his old body, he will definitely abandon this powerful old body directly. He knows that he has already made too many enemies, maybe... now he may be lurking in the wilderness, waiting for the opportunity to do something."

"Don't scare me," Yang Jian patted Xiaoying's head, and the latter gently spread its wings, the silvery white wings exuding a little holy brilliance.

"This matter should be passed on to them," Chu Qi looked at Yang Jian, "I will return to the Black Spirit Kingdom to discuss this matter with them."

"Alright, I'd better go to Baishan to subdue that force," Yang Jian shook his head, feeling that the future would be difficult.

It was as if there was a pair of eyes that would kill him at any time, watching his neck from a place he couldn't see at all...

With Kunpeng's mind, it is very likely that he has already flourished in the wild...

"Forget it, it's useless to think too much," Yang Jian said, "I will go back to Honghuang later to remind Yuxu Palace and Laojun to make preparations early, so as not to be tricked out of nowhere."

Chu Qi was a little distracted, as if he was searching for something in his memory, and just responded lightly.

When the two walked out of the stone gate, they looked at each other. What Yang Jian saw in her eyes was firmness, but what Chu Qi saw in Yang Jian's eyes was helplessness and fatigue.

Chu Qi said: "Don't push yourself too hard."

"You are so gentle, I'm really not used to it."

"Huh," Chu Qi swept his sleeves, turned and walked aside; Yang Jian scratched his head, found a place to sit, and began to tease the little eagle with Kunpeng's flesh and blood.

After a few more days of work, the disposal of Kunpeng's corpse was finally completed; the skeleton was crushed, the blood was collected, the flesh was cut into small pieces for sealing, and the mountains of precious materials dug up...all of these were put into the storage magic weapon, and it was filled with thousands of magic weapons before it was filled.

Chu Qi took all these magic weapons and returned to Xuandu City first.

Yang Jian was delayed for more than half a year, but he still embarked on the road to return to the Bone Realm. He wanted to unify the thousands of forces in Baishan Mountain in the fastest time, and he needed to be the one who did not fight with blood.

There are too many treasures separated from Kunpeng's body, but there are not too precious treasures.

There's something wrong with that too.

Not only the Xuangui Xuanzhu, Kunpeng should also have at least two or three innate treasures in his hands, such as the missing witch-killing sword, which is likely to fall into the hands of the demon master.

There are various indications that Kunpeng really performed a "cicada sloughing", and what Yang Jian killed at this time was only the body of Kunpeng that had been shed.

This is Kunpeng, not Kunpeng.

Yang Jian destroyed Kunpeng's past, but he didn't know where Kunpeng's real body is now; even, Yang Jian had a vague feeling that he had seen the real body of the demon master Kunpeng, but he didn't know it at all.

Inexplicably startled into a cold sweat.

"Who will it be?"

Yang Jian kept pondering in his mind.

It seems that no one has lived in that cave for a long time since we just investigated it.

Demon Master Kunpeng...

The sea of ​​chaos is boundless, and it is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack to find a strong man who wants to hide without any clue of Kunpeng's new body.

"Forget it, let the saints worry about these things."

Yang Jian glanced at the location of Mo Suo's logo, and hurried towards Baishan; if it wasn't for the unsteady journey, he really wanted to go back to Honghuang to report the matter now.

Half a month later, Yang Jian entered the hundred magnificent mountains, stopped in a practice tea house, and returned to the incarnation of the prehistoric.

He got up and was about to take the Yuxu Palace, but there was a shout from beside him...

"Hey! Why did you leave without saying hello?"

Duobao is still here... eating and drinking.