The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

There are countless corpses in the ten thousand li pagoda.

Yang Jian was inexplicably depressed, and the name that popped up suddenly made him subconsciously clenched his fists.

That Xiankong seems to be the initiator of this place...

Is that the most powerful person who destroyed this great world?

Looking along the way, these humanoid creatures seem to be similar to today's human race and witch race. Their bodies are like dead wood. Although they still look 'plump', their flesh and blood have already turned into iron stone.

Why can these more than a hundred large tombs resist the breath of chaos? Yang Jian failed to find out, or the strong enemy did it on purpose.

The wreckage of heaven and earth, the thousand li pagoda... these are shocking enough, what else is waiting for me?

"Second Lord, there is a moving formation here," the elder said in a low voice. "It's the same situation in front of it. It's a total of ten thousand miles. There is an inscription left by a saint in the middle of the mountain."

Yang Jian nodded, sighed lightly, and stepped into the teleportation formation without saying anything.

As the light and shadow flowed, Yang Jian and the elder were already standing in a round hole that was not too big. The round hole with a diameter of 100 feet was a semicircle, and the stone walls on all sides were densely packed with grids. One figure after another was sitting cross-legged, and they also turned into iron-stone sculptures.

A stone tablet stands in the very center, and there is still a dead bone in front of the stone tablet. The dry bone is glowing with gold, but it has lost half of its vitality.

Yang Jian stepped forward, bowed to the dead bone first, and then looked up at the inscription.

"What's written on it?"

"Second Lord, the world master has never been able to decipher it. He only confirmed that this skeleton is the remains of a saint. He died of serious injuries."

Yang Jian nodded, squatting beside the bone, his eyes narrowed slightly, he saw the cracks like spider webs all over the bone.

After the fall of the saints in the Taishi era, there were volcanic saint tombs and spiritual clouds to send their true spirits. This has been seen in the tomb of Xuandu City.

This place should be in the great world after Taishi.

However, the Taisu Era, which was closest to the flood, was directly collapsed, and such wreckage would not be left behind; based on such speculation, this place should be the big tomb left by the Taiji Era.

"Where did your world masters go?" Yang Jian asked.

The elder hurriedly said: "Lord...there were rumors in the Remnant Bone Realm earlier that the Boundary Master might have been attacked and killed by the Great Elder; before the second master got rid of the Great Elder, most of the Remnant Bone Realm had fallen into the hands of the Great Elder. Only the third elder insisted that the Great Elder murdered the Boundary Master."

"Kunpeng didn't kill your world lord," Yang Jian said, "I asked about this when I tortured Kunpeng Yuanshen. When he wanted to do something, he didn't know where your world lord went."

"Second Master... If the world lord shows up and finds out that we have pledged our allegiance to Second Master, will it threaten Second Master's safety?"

Yang Jian smiled and said nothing, and didn't say much.

"You go, don't let people come to disturb you, I am here to study the inscription."

"Yes, those remnant treasure fragments are displayed in the corners of the edges, and they were sorted out by the Lord of the World."

After dismissing this person, Yang Jian stood in front of the stele, looked at the obscure characters on it, and tried to comprehend the mystery.

There is no dao rhyme left, and the overall situation is a bit messy. It should not be used to record any exercises, but to record things.

This is not the Dao Dao pattern, and he doesn't understand the characters of the Taiji world. It is really difficult to understand what is written on this inscription.

However, if he could find Master Xuandu to come, he might be able to decipher the contents of the inscription. Master Xuandu's sleepwalking magical skill can enter the Taishi at the top, and enter the later generations at the bottom. He must have traveled through the Tai Chi era.

It's just that Xuandu Shenlong couldn't see the end, and he didn't know where he went after throwing Xuandu City to him. It was also a bit difficult for Yang Jian to find him.

"That's all," Yang Jian shook his head, suppressing the matter for the time being, and didn't force much.

Regarding those powerful enemies, Yang Jian felt that he already knew a lot of information, and those guys had already appeared in the wild North Sea, and the war would break out at some point.

After walking around the stele, Yang Jian was stunned again.

There is a simple relief on the back of the stele, which depicts a piece of heaven and earth, and there are many figures standing between the sky and the earth, but above the heads of these figures, there is a pair of half-open eyes embedded in the darkness, watching these figures below.

Yang Jian frowned, he felt a little uncomfortable seeing these eyes, and couldn't help but recall the memory of exploring the Nether Gap that Daozi Tianyan showed him, those eyes under the abyss...

Although the eyes depicted here are different, Yang Jian always feels that there is some connection between them.

Naturally, this is just intuition.

"Are you saying that the Taiji Realm has long been secretly watched by these enemies?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, staring at his eyes for a while, inexplicably got some goosebumps, but he didn't see anything.

Fortunately, there are still some remaining treasures of the Taiji Realm here, and maybe something can be found.

Glancing at the little eagle in the belt of the black turtle, he woke it up from sleep, told it not to fly around, and only needed to sense if there were any spiritual creatures here, and Yang Jian walked towards the 'debris' in the corner.

A total of dozens of fragments of different shapes were placed in the corner, and the little eagle did not move at all, standing on Yang Jian's shoulders and shrinking his neck, with a gesture of no interest.

In other words, these fragments have no spirituality at all.

What can this comprehend?

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, but he still sat down cross-legged patiently and carefully checked each one.

The formation patterns and restrictions on these fragments are all a little different from Honghuang at this time. It seems that it is due to the drastic change of the Tao, or it may be that there are some differences in the practice systems of the two eras.

Yang Jian comprehended quietly, but he spent several days and nights, but he still didn't get half a chance.

"well……"

Yang Jian sighed, got up, and looked at the stone corpse sitting cross-legged on the stone wall in front of him. Behind this corpse, there were layers of corpses arranged in this way.

Obviously, the corpse sitting cross-legged should have a much higher level of cultivation than those surrounding creatures who died in agony.

But there is one emotion that is 'shared' - despair.

Yang Jian walked up to the dry bones of the saint, bowed his head, and said, "If the seniors still have spirits, please tell the juniors clearly. A strong enemy has reappeared, and it is already in the wild North Sea."

There was no response, and Yang Jian waited for a long time and there was no response.

Shaking his head, Yang Jian turned around and left the place. Instead of stepping on the front formation, he walked slowly towards the periphery along the road opened by the Lord of the Bone Realm.

Before, Yang Jian had heard Uncle Fenpi, cough, and Huo Pi said that there are many people practicing in seclusion in the secret realm; as expected, Yang Jian walked a hundred feet forward, and saw a few old spirit monks sitting in seclusion along the stone wall.

On the stone wall here, there are still those corpses sitting cross-legged, and there are some "ghost painting symbols" branded on these corpses...

These talismans still have a trace of dao rhyme!

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at the semicircular hole in the center, and probably understood something...

The most important place is only the inscriptions that record events; and the monks in the Taiji world, by carving talismans on themselves, have preserved a little practice.

Yang Jian stood in front of a corpse where no one was meditating and studied for a while, but then he was a little disappointed.

These talismans are not some profound cultivation methods... Even compared with the primordial divine way prevailing in the wild at this time, there are many deficiencies and incompleteness.

Maybe it's because the way is different.

Shaking his head, Yang Jian was about to turn around and leave when a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Turning around and taking a step forward, Yang Jian's figure leisurely disappeared; when he reappeared, he had already returned to the semicircular hole, standing in front of the stone tablet, staring at the withered bone.

"excuse me."

Yang Jian bowed to the dead bone, and then a burst of profound energy filled the air, completely surrounding the dead bone.

There are cobweb-like cracks everywhere on this dark golden dry bone, if these cracks are not trauma...

Soon, Yang Jian used profound energy to probe the dead bones everywhere, raised his sword fingers with his right hand, put his left hand behind his back, and stood there quietly.

The sword finger began to slide, and Yang Jian started from the cracks on the top of the withered skull, and slowly carved and spread out these cracks.

This is actually equivalent to wrapping some paper on the dry bones of the saint, rubbing the cracks on the bones.

Swimming around with his sword fingers, he wrote a tadpole essay with profound energy.

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and a golden word suddenly appeared on the altar, and this word was quite familiar to Yang Jian, who had seen it many times before!

It is exactly the same as the pattern of the avenue on the sea boundary marker in the heart of the sage's tomb in Xuandu City!

The pattern of the avenue!

Yang Jian was not in a hurry to comprehend the first Daozhiwen, and kept sliding his sword finger, writing the next tadpole essay after another in the space around him.

And there are more and more avenue patterns floating in the Lingtai!

Each Dao pattern carries a lot of information. Yang Jian rubbed all the cracks on the saint's dead bones in one breath, and the number of Dao patterns that emerged in his heart reached three hundred.

"Why didn't these spirit races find out? Or did the world master find out and deliberately didn't mention it?"

Yang Jian murmured, a little strangely.

But he didn't even think about it, waiting for a monk, who would dare to disrespect the bones of a saint? Not to mention rubbing the cracks on the saint's dry bones in detail.

Xuan Qi made a contribution again, but Yang Jian was not too excited.

After he went around the stone tablet, he arranged a layer of Profound Handles around it, forming a defensive formation, then sat down cross-legged, and focused his attention on the three hundred avenue patterns.

There was a bang, and Yang Jian only felt that the golden light of his Lingtai was shining, and the lines of the avenue kept changing, and finally turned into an old man, sitting in the corner of the Lingtai, his eyes staring blankly in a daze.

This is again...

The Lingtai is the most important thing for monks, and there must be no problems; Yang Jian is also a little nervous, and his voice can be heard from all over the Lingtai.

"senior?"

The old man didn't speak, but an old voice sounded in Yang Jian's heart.

"I'm not a spirit body, I'm just an imprint that has been branded. I can answer some questions for you... I can only answer questions that I know."

Yang Jian groaned a few times and asked, "Senior, are you a saint in the Tai Chi era?"

"This seat has already half-stepped into the Xeon Realm."

Half-step Xeon? Isn't this on the same level as Pangu Great God?

I didn't answer about the Taiji era, but because their naming of their own era is somewhat different from the naming of the later generations?

"How many Xeons are you facing?"

"Four people, two of them fought against me. I was defeated. They severely injured me, but they couldn't destroy my Dao heart. There was another person who shot the world to pieces, and the other person buried all the creatures who refused to obey their orders to die..."

Buried alive?

Yang Jian clenched his fists subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Why do these most powerful people insist on destroying things?"