The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The body was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with the soul of hardware. Yang Jian's consciousness was clearly awake, but his body still couldn't move a finger.

The previous battles and injuries, especially when resisting the Thousand Buddha Formation, have obviously exceeded the current limit.

It really is……

Yang Jian sighed softly, but in the end he still couldn't completely wipe out Zhunti, which indeed left some troubles behind.

The sanctified Tianyan Daozi insisted on mentioning it, and it was really difficult for him to kill Tianyan Daozi.

However, the sanctification of Daoist Tianyan is indeed a good thing for Honghuang. This guy can be regarded as the will of Tiandao. He only wants to protect Honghuang. Under various conditions, he will maintain the position of Tiandao.

The reason Tianyan Daozi got close to him was because he felt that Yang Jian had the potential to be a general and wanted to 'stabilize' Yang Jian, not because he was really close to Yang Jian.

'The saint of the great way...'

Tianyan Daozi became a saint, and the situation of Honghuang also changed.

Yang Jian had always been worried that the Buddhist sect would be too big to lose, but now that Tianyan Daozi supervised him, he didn't have to worry too much about it.

Master Sanqing could relax a bit. Daozi Tianyan should have once again taken charge of the Dao of Heaven. Maybe now when he goes back to Kunlun Mountain, he can still see Tianzun Yuanshi.

In the battle of Fengdu City, the Buddhist sect was beheaded by himself over a hundred masters, but the underworld is still in a dire situation.

There is no rush to return to the Chaos Sea after recovering from his injuries. Anyway, there are four fairies over there, and Yang Jian spends most of his time in retreat.

Instead, you can go to Tianyan Daozi to discuss it, borrow the Chaos Clock and give him more opportunities to practice...

Consciousness gradually became clearer. Although Yang Jian couldn't move his body, his consciousness and spirit had almost recovered.

A ray of spiritual consciousness came out of the body, and Yang Jian saw himself lying on a bed.

Who covered him with the quilt? Who is worried that he will catch typhoid fever?

This young man looks pretty good...

The blood stains on her body have been cleaned up, and her long hair seems to have been carefully groomed, lying on the bed softly.

If it weren't for the Adam's apple, the bridge of the nose, and the sharp-edged features of the face, Yang Jian would almost have thought that the person lying on the bed was Yao Ji or the grown-up Xiao Chan.

Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu is such a mighty technique, so far, how can I not see how much masculinity has been added to myself?

Yang Jian was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart.

The consciousness swept across, and the warmth from the bottom of my heart slowly flowed, and I suddenly felt that my hard work and tiredness were worth it.

The two girls cuddled up on the bed and meditated, both looked a little tired, but neither of them allowed themselves to fully immerse themselves in the practice.

Yang Jian looked at it for a while, the mysterious body seemed to have just woken up, a slight warm current flowed in the body, and the strength gradually began to recover.

The two over there seemed to be really tired, so they kept their sitting posture, cuddled together and slowly fell asleep.

He originally wanted to give them two places, but Xiao Chan'er said in a sleepy voice: "Yaya, has Empress Houtu come back?"

"Going back... Your Majesty was so tired when I was here, I didn't dare to speak..."

"Yaya, aren't you the empress?" Xiao Chan'er yawned.

"Although it's... um... I can't really say it's true, maybe it's not true," Liu Ya pursed her lips, "Your Majesty stayed here for an extra month, and I think she is very concerned about Brother Yang Jian."

Yang Xiaochan giggled a few times, but did not continue the conversation, but changed the subject instead.

"They said that the empress will become a saint in a few days. Do we have two saint empresses as backers in the future?"

Liuya blinked and pouted softly, "How can a sage be as fierce as your brother? Don't you still think about it all the time, if only you weren't your brother's sister? Hee hee, do you want me to tell Brother Yang Jian on purpose?"

Yang Xiaochan's face turned red, and her two little claws attacked Liuya's bulging skirt.

Liuya rose up to fight back. Her early experience in the practice world made Liuya different from a female fairy like Yang Xiaochan who was raised in a deep mountain.

The language of the dish is flying lightly, how do young people know that adults are worried.

Yang Jian looked at it for a while, then chose to completely close the six senses, and fell asleep quietly.

Although his six faculties are unclean, he can't just look at and listen to anything cheap.

This time it should have been two days of sleep. When Yang Jian woke up again, his body was completely filled with profound energy and profound handles, his energy and spirit were complete, and he had a deeper understanding of his own way. The mysterious yellow body seemed to have taken a small step forward.

Liu Ya and Xiao Chan'er curled up at the end of the bed and fell asleep, Yang Jian got up without a sound, slowly put on the robes on the side, and put them in a normal lying position with profound energy, and then walked out of the attic with the door behind him.

The attic was built on a high platform in a corner of Fengdu City, and it should have been moved from elsewhere; looking around, Fengdu City has regained a bit of 'life'.

Before the battle of Fengdu, ghost cultivators and spirits in Fengdu city were taken into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk, and now they were put back into the city.

After going around to the attic, looking at the position of the six reincarnation disks and the ten halls of Yama, directly below the six reincarnation disks is a towering minaret with eighteen floors, which is naturally eighteen floors of hell.

Zhun mention...

Yang Jian leaned on the railing and watched for a while, as if he noticed that Yang Jian had woken up, and figures flew up from Fengdu City, rushing to this place in all directions.

Among them, there are twelve bald heads that are the most attractive, and Yang Jian saw these twelve commanders from a distance.

For some unknown reason, after the 1,800 witches were transplanted with their spiritual cores, although their strength increased greatly, their hair no longer grew back.

Women of the witch tribe also have some love for beauty. Yang Jian had also thought of ways for these nine hundred witches before, but in the end he could only die without a problem.

The twelve commanders came the fastest, knelt down on one knee in the air, and shouted in unison: "Second Master!"

"Well, where are the others?"

"Wait outside the city for the order of the second master; the Lord of the Black Kingdom came yesterday with a million spiritual troops, and he has already fought with the Buddhist soldiers."

Xiao Hei is here too?

"Except for the Lord Hei, who has come here?"

"There is also General Chahe."

Yang Jian finally nodded in reassurance, now that the airs in Chaos Sea are too high, Ruo Ao Xinke rushed back when he heard that he was injured, and there was no telling what trouble would happen there.

The Twelve Commanders added: "The mistress is on her way back, and she should be there later today."

Yang Jian shook his head and sighed softly, and didn't say much; but from the smile on his face, it was not difficult to see that he was quite relieved that Ao Xinke could come.

All the ghosts in the Yin Division went up to the Lord Yan of the Tenth Hall and down to the Commander of the Ghost Soldiers. There were hundreds of people gathered in a mighty way, and they knelt down straight outside the high platform.

King Qin Guang shouted in a long voice: "Thanks to the real king for his righteous help, the underworld will be preserved, and the land of great virtue will not be bullied by Buddhism!"

All the subordinates of the Yin Division shouted so loudly, everyone in Fengdu city heard the ghost who shouted, and everyone knelt down to the high tower and attic.

"Everyone, get up quickly," Yang Jian stepped aside, and did not receive such a big gift, "You are all virtuous underworld officials. I just did what I can, and it shouldn't be like this."

King Qin Guang wanted to say more, Yang Jian raised his hand and helped these guys up together.

Without waiting for them to say anything, Yang Jian said: "I will stay in the underworld for a while, help the underworld to regain the Netherworld occupied by Buddhist soldiers, and clear up the remaining evils of the sea of ​​blood. If you have other things that I need to do, just tell me."

"Zhenjun... I wait... I am ashamed."

"It doesn't have to be like this," Yang Jian said with a smile, "I am deeply cared for by my mother, so I should do these things."

King Chu Jiang sighed, and said in a low voice: "It's my lack of supernatural powers, so I can't even guard my mother. Zhenjun, the Buddhist sect was severely injured by the Zhenjun's beating. If they plot secretly in the future... Zhenjun, please be more careful."

Yang Jian nodded solemnly.

Indeed, just to be on the safe side, it was time for him to take his mother to the Black Spirit Country.

It's just that Yao Ji doesn't seem to want to cause him any trouble, and she mentioned this before, but she was rejected by Yao Ji, so she lives in Meishan.

Apart from Yao Ji and Xiao Chan'er, there are really not many other places where Yang Jian can be counted.

Yang Jian said: "Don't worry, everyone, today's prehistoric situation is no better than before... Just now I heard my sister talk about my mother's sanctification..."

"Your Majesty didn't tell us too much about this matter, she just said that she will be in seclusion for a long time."

Yang Jian nodded, that mass of majestic purple energy should have been bestowed upon Houtu by Taoist Tianyan.

Anyway, this can be regarded as a kind of compensation for the heavy losses in the Netherworld.

There was a sudden movement in the belt of the black turtle, Yang Jian froze for a moment, and then his face became a little depressed.

The people around the Yin Division hurriedly spread their voices, but they didn't know what they said was wrong, and they didn't know what happened to Yang Jian suddenly, so they had to look at each other in the end.

"Everyone, if you have nothing to do, go back." Yang Jian waved his hands, with the intention of chasing away guests, "Twelve Commanders, you take all the ministries to help the Lord of the Black Kingdom, and listen to her orders."

"Here!"

The twelve commanders responded in unison, got up and quickly ran out of the city, the speed was not much worse than Feidun.

"If Zhenjun has an order, please send someone to inform us."

"I'll take my leave too."

"True Monarch, farewell."

Yang Jian suddenly said: "Wait a moment."

He took a look at the lamp that had been tossed by Xiaoying to the point of being inhuman, and grabbed the lamp from the gemstone that kept the living things in the black turtle belt, and sealed his Nigongwan.

Yang Jian threw the lamp over, "Take me to the 18th floor of hell for interrogation, how many things you can ask, and write down everything in detail."

"Yes, Zhenjun, don't worry."

A group of members of the Yin Division immediately gritted their teeth, wishing they could tear this ancient Buddha apart.

Ran Deng was already a mermaid at this time, and Yang Jian didn't bother to interrogate Ran Deng, because if he asked again, it was just some dirty tricks he knew well.

It is not impossible to vent their emotions to the underworld.

After a while, Yang Jian was the only one standing there outside the pavilion, looking at the spectacle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, but feeling a little dull for some reason.

In the black turtle belt, in the corner where weapons are stored, muffled growls continued to spread to Yang Jianer.

It seemed like a wounded and dying beast, whispering something to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sealed the attic with the Xuangang, so that the place can only go out from the inside, lest someone disturb the sleep of the two of them.

Afterwards, Yang Jian left behind a cloud of profound energy, which formed a line of small characters, and his figure fluttered with the wind, gradually heading towards the zenith of the Netherworld.

The small characters read: 'I will go to Honghuang to relax for a few days. '

I don't know why.