The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

How to deal with these spirit races who have been controlled by the spirit core?

Yang Jian would not treat them as cannon fodder, nor would he intentionally send them to death, nor would he have any intention of ruling the entire Chaos Sea.

He just wants to use this method to unite all the forces he can control as soon as possible to deal with the fierce and powerful enemies; after the battle, these Chaos Spirit Race Yang Jian will set them free, if there is a chance at that time.

This matter is actually not very open and aboveboard.

But someone has to stand up and bear the infamy, and Yang Jian stood up. Although there were saints and great masters of Xuandu who helped him, it was still Yang Jian who finally decided to embark on this road.

This is not a struggle for hegemony, but pure conquest.

Standing in the air among thousands of masters, Yang Jian just kept his hands behind his back, quietly watching the light wall of the formation in the distance.

When the second elder rushed out with two meteor hammers, Yang Jian smiled slightly, raised his fist and charged forward without saying a word.

"Why are you so aggressive!"

"Where is the Great Elder!"

Yang Jian just smiled and said nothing, raised his hand and waved Dao Dao Shenhua.

It was as if a gigantic wave had risen invisibly, sweeping away all the figures who wanted to rush up.

The second elder roared angrily, and charged at Yang Jian with an astonishing momentum, swinging a hammer, as if it could boil the whole bone world.

Yang Jian's fist hit the hammer squarely, and the two made a light 'dang' sound, followed by a brief silence.

Yang Jian turned his head sideways, threw the hammer and saw the flushed face of the second elder, and then let out a chuckle.

This laughter is so simple and light, yet so piercing.

Click...

On the extremely solid meteor hammer facing Yang Jian's fist, cracks in the spider web continued to spread...

In the next moment, a fragment of the sledgehammer suddenly disintegrated, taking the entire meteor hammer with it...

Yang Jian's fist was forwarded, and the second elder seemed to take the initiative to send his chest to Yang Jian's fist, and was pushed 'lightly', and the figure retreated violently.

Such a feeling of weight lifting is really confusing.

The Second Elder crashed into a mountain, but luckily there were no towns around, otherwise, seeing the continuous raging impact that could directly shake a mountain, it would definitely level the nearby towns thousands of miles away.

Being in power is not forgiving, Yang Jian's figure flashed, and he rushed directly to the second elder.

"Protect the Second Elder!"

"So what if you fight him!"

"Too much bullying, too much bullying!"

With a sound of cursing, all the masters of the Remnant Bone Realm moved quickly, but Yang Jian's figure flickered several times and rushed into the billowing smoke and dust, and they just moved their feet one by one.

Not a level of strength at all.

On the contrary, the third elder with a cold pink face also rushed into the smoke and dust, holding two short knives in his hands.

"Don't come here to make trouble!"

With a coquettish reprimand, the third elder directly shouted back those who wanted to make a move.

Suddenly there was a burst of 'chaotic breath' out of the dust. These breaths obscured all outside investigations, and only the clouds and mist could be seen there, and the sun was shining brightly.

It seemed that the Second Elder and the Third Elder were fighting the thief, and a group of remnants waited nervously.

However, under that layer of dust and 'chaos atmosphere'...

Yang Jian stroked his chin, looked at the two elders who had been injured and unconscious in front of him, and continuously spewed out one after another of profound energy, stirring up the wind and the rain.

"It's better to come early than coincidentally, let's come together."

Yang Jian laughed softly, and had proficiently released two Xuangang blades to find out the spiritual cores of the two, and began to use the method of controlling the spiritual cores given by the great master Xuandu.

After half an hour...

The battle on the mountain wall seemed to have come to an end. After the smoke and dust passed, the two figures stood and sat one by one, but Yang Jian had disappeared.

Numerous skeletons surrounded him.

The second elder was covered in blood, most of his palms were cracked, and immediately two masters rushed over to heal the second elder.

And the third elder was also covered in blood, his long skirt was torn in more than ten places, his face was still warm and cold.

"Elder! Are you seriously injured? Where did the ruthless man go?"

"It was repulsed by our joint efforts." The second elder's eyes flashed with fear, and then he closed his eyes and sighed. "The first elder also injured him before he died, so we two joined forces to stop him."

"What? The Great Elder is dead, dead?"

"The great elder has great powers, even if he is not weaker than a saint, how about it!"

"The one who came back alive is the prehistoric human race, and the life and death of the Great Elder can be known at a glance!"

The third elder scolded: "Don't mess yourself up! Go, close all the entrances and exits! The third elder and I want to recover from his injuries before he comes again to seek revenge."

"Elder!" A woman from the Spirit Race shouted earnestly, "Elder, please trust me and let me do my part!"

"That's right, if he comes over next time, we'll form a big formation to deal with it!"

Every time you say something, these bone-destroyed masters can be said to be very angry, and each of them can't wait to get rid of Yang Jian.

The second elder also said: "Junior Sister, why don't we choose ten strongest elders and form a big formation."

"Arrange it, I'll go back and heal."

The third elder said in a low voice, with a displeased expression on his face, he turned and flew away from the place.

The performance of her and the Second Elder was the same as usual; and soon, the Second Elder started to summon the ten top ranked and strongest remnants into the cave to figure out how to attack together.

Many other masters took orders to temporarily seal the entrances and exits of the Quartet, strengthen the large formation of the Remnant Bone Realm, and several people patrolled the Remnant Bone Realm together.

There is a lot of turmoil in the world of broken bones, and these broken bones have never imagined that the real crisis is actually in a place that they have never imagined.

In the depths of the Second Elder's cave, Yang Jian looked at the ten elders of the Spirit Race whose spirit cores had been sealed by Xuangang, bowed his head and began to get busy.

The spirit clan can also use this method to control the spirit clan, otherwise how could Ao Xinke easily control the four spirit worlds before?

This method is also what Ao Xinke thought. She passed the three chapters of the agreement with her opponent's masters - 'Do not abuse this method', 'Don't tell anyone this method', 'Once you get rid of the control of the upper class, forget this method immediately'.

It is very simple to establish a pyramid-like control system, and there is no future trouble.

Yang Jian did the same, and soon gained twelve "loyal" 'subordinates'. It would not take a few days for the second elder, third elder, and ten elders to slowly encroach on the entire Remnant Bone Realm from top to bottom.

Next, he doesn't have to do anything in the Bone World.

Yang Jian originally wanted to leave the Bone World and go around, but then remembered what he had heard about the Bone World.

There seems to be a secret of the wreckage of heaven and earth here.

He waited for the second elder to finish his work, and asked, "Di Wu, where is the secret place?"

"Master, I'll take you there right now."

"You'd better go offline." Yang Jian waved his hand, looked at the ten people who had just been subdued, and casually ordered a middle-aged man who looked fairly young, "Take me for a stroll."

"Yes, master."

"You don't need to call master from now on, it sounds awkward to me," Yang Jian said indifferently, "Do as the Romans do, call Second Master."

Twelve people lowered their heads at the same time and shouted: "Second Master."

The strange feeling in Yang Jian's heart was relieved by most of it.

There are secret realms in the Bone Realm, among which are the origins of the hundreds of mountains and the opportunity to comprehend the Dao. Based on this, the Remnant Bone Realm has absorbed many masters from the land of hundreds of mountains, and gradually has a huge force dominating the center of the hundred mountains.

Of course, the Remnant Bone Realm seldom conquers foreign countries, and most of the prehistoric monks and Chaos Spirit Race who defected to this place practice under the guise of a name.

But judging from Yang Jian's two appearances, the cohesion of the remnant bones is quite good.

The so-called secret realm is actually at the foot of the peak in the center of the eight mountains in the Remnant Bone Realm, with an 'eye' and a 'hole' opened into the mountain.

Yang Jian turned into a jade pendant, was held in both hands by the elder, and entered into the secret realm of broken bones majestically.

The winding path is secluded, the wind is gusty, there is a long-burning lamp every ten feet, and there are moss-covered stone roads everywhere...

This is really not a good place to go.

There was no one around, Yang Jian turned into a middle-aged monk, followed behind the elder, and kept looking around.

His spiritual consciousness extends forward along the corridor, but it can only detect a hundred feet, and after a hundred feet, it will be blocked by an inexplicable force.

"Why is this place like a cemetery?"

"Second Lord... this is the tomb," the veteran of the Remnant Bone sighed, "Back then, I was willing to follow the Lord of the Remnant Bone Realm because I had a look inside and knew how cruel my fate would be in the future."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and suddenly understood something.

All the way forward, there are stone walls on both sides, but after walking a thousand feet, the stone walls suddenly began to change color.

From the original blue-black, it turned into purple-black, and then turned into purple-red.

Finally, Yang Jian stepped across a gently shaking formation barrier, and the scene in front of him made his heart tremble slightly.

At this time, there were very few things that could make him frightened, and it was extremely rare to make him tremble.

There is still a narrow passage ahead, but it is bright. Being in it is like standing in a canyon, like a pastry cut by someone with a knife.

On the stone walls on both sides, there are layers of bronze-colored corpses overlapping one another! These corpses are pressed here, and the struggle before death can still be seen in those faces that seem to be covered with metal.

The so-called secret realm is the Thousand Li Pagoda!

And in the Wanli Stupa, the tragic death of humanoid creatures can be seen all over the place!

"A hundred mountains are a hundred big tombs, buried for an era..."

The old man said in a deep voice, "Second Lord, let's go inside. There are remnants of Daoyun treasures left by the predecessors who erected these big tombs ahead. Maybe you can learn something."

Yang Jian didn't know what to say for a while, he just pursed his lips and walked forward, his consciousness swept across, and the ten thousand miles ahead and upwards were all frozen scenes of doomsday...

"This is not a big tomb."

When Yang Jian said something like this suddenly, the elder was taken aback, with a little doubt in his eyes, but he didn't know how to ask.

Others may not be able to see it, but Yang Jian somehow saw through the origin of this place.

This is……

Someone used supernatural powers—it should be two huge palms to press down a boundless land at will, fold it into these hundreds of mountains, and forcefully bury these creatures!

'Xian Kong'

These two words appeared in Yang Jian's heart inexplicably, causing a trace of murderous intent to appear in Yang Jian's heart for no reason.