The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The chaotic sea path is extremely chaotic, and most of the escape methods are based on the principle of seeking the way, so it is not in the realm of a saint, and you cannot use escape methods in the chaotic sea, you can only cross it by yourself, and shuttle through it.

Yang Jian got Mo Suo, and the effect on him at this time is completely comparable to an innate treasure.

Get out of Xuandu City, and open the Xuntianlu; this somewhat broken scroll burns up on its own, turning into a breath of colorless breath that wraps around the fingertip of Yang Jian's right thumb, pointing out the direction for Yang Jian.

The appearance of Xuandu emerged in Yang Jian's mind, recalling Xuandu's own aura and dao rhyme, his fingertips soon trembled slightly.

Drilling into Mo Shuo, Yang Jian exhaled lightly, and complicated thoughts kept popping up in his heart.

For this matter, the best result is that Master Xuandu really doesn't know about this evil method; how could the Daoist Master master plot against Yang Jian and do such a harmful thing to Honghuang?

Can……

If Yunxiao hadn't accidentally noticed this problem, and really waited for a powerful enemy to attack, he pulled the boundless army of the spirit tribe back to the prehistoric world, but the talisman was directly reversed by someone with a heart, and the masters of the spirit tribe fell into an uncontrollable and frenzied slaughter...

I am afraid that the destruction of the Great Desolation will only happen overnight, and it will be destroyed in the palm of Yang Jian himself!

Even without those powerful enemies taking action, Honghuang was destroyed by a reversible arcane talisman...

Thinking of such a scene, Yang Jian's heart would tremble slightly.

In this matter, he was calculated, and Hong Huang was calculated, but he didn't know whether Xuandu was the one who made the calculation or was one of the people who was calculated.

The only way Yang Jian could think of was to ask in person.

It is true that this is not very clever, but if Yang Jian can't ask a question, he will feel uneasy.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much."

Yang Jian muttered, unknowingly, he had sat in Mo Suo for a long time.

The thumb of his right hand trembled slightly, and Mo Suo sailed into the sea of ​​chaos without a sound. The next moment, he broke through the boundless aura of chaos and disappeared near the Black Spirit Kingdom.

The place where Xuandu hid and slept was quite remote. Yang Jian had Mo Suo available, and it took him a day and a night to find the place.

This can also be regarded as a rather strange place in the sea of ​​chaos, a fairy island immersed in the glow of the sky; the breath of chaos disperses into various vitality here, and the originally chaotic Tao will become 'stable' and smooth here.

Yang Jian took a few more glances, and found that this fairy island seemed to have formed a certain formation, and if it was right, it should be the remains of heaven and earth from a previous era.

There is a small city on the island, and there are many villages near the city. About tens of thousands of Chaos Spirit Race live here. Among them, the spiritual race with the highest cultivation base is only equivalent to the peak of Da Luo in Yuan Shendao, and is not outstanding.

Xuandu stayed here.

Yang Jian got out of Mo Suo, flew towards Xia Yun on the edge of the island, and soon found the uncle who was sleeping soundly in a cloud of mist.

Seeing Xuandu, Yang Jian's heart was full of hesitation and confusion, which gradually faded away...

How could such a character who wants nothing but sleep go to frame Honghuang? How could it be possible to calculate yourself?

But no matter what, Yang Jian had to ask, and had to.

He took two steps forward, separated a ray of Xuangang, and lightly poked the soft air bubbles around Xuandu's body. Just hearing a pop, the bubble exploded directly, and the snoring sound of Master Xuandu came out immediately.

"Uncle? Uncle?"

"Huh?" Xuandu complained for a while, waved his hand, turned around, and continued to sleep soundly.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, a name suddenly popped up in his heart, and he said, "Xian Kong is here to kill, Master, are you still sleeping?"

Xuandu suddenly opened his eyes, the confusion and confusion in his eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he lay reclined in the air, but his eyes were already staring at Yang Jian.

"Are they really alive? How long have I been asleep?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, and then sighed softly.

Sure enough, the master has concealed many things.

"Uncle, Honghuang is fine, and the Nether Stream is still quiet. Just now, I saw that Uncle was sleeping too soundly, so I deliberately scared Uncle."

Xuandu breathed a long sigh of relief, then slumped there and cursed with a smile: "You bastard, why don't you guard in Xuandu City well, why come here and disturb my cultivation!"

But in an instant, Xuandu's smile froze on his face, and his face became extremely dignified.

Yang Jian smiled wryly and stared at Xuandu.

The two of them almost spoke in unison...

Xuandu said: "Where did you hear this name?"

What Yang Jian asked was: "How does Master Master know this name?"

Then there was another silence, Yang Jian and Xuan Du faced each other in the cloudy sky with a distance of more than ten feet.

After a long while, Yang Jian said, "This name is because I stumbled into a hundred mountains when I was chasing and killing Kunpeng. It should be the wreckage of the world left by the Tai Chi world. Every mountain is extremely magnificent, and countless lives are buried in it. I searched inside for a long time, only to find out that it was the strongest man named Xian Kong who squeezed the original land and turned it into a hundred mountains."

Master Xuandu made a haha, and praised Yang Jian with his thumb up: "You can find out this? It's really amazing."

"Then, how did Master Uncle know this name?"

"Isn't that what you just said?"

"Really?" Yang Jian lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly, without asking further questions.

He took out the low table and futon from the black tortoise belt, and made a gesture of invitation to Master Xuandu, "Master, let's have a drink and chat."

Master Xuandu suddenly became a little confused, and said with a smile: "Why do you look like this, Master, I feel a little guilty?"

Turning over, Xuan Du stretched and sat on the futon opposite Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sat down later, took two jugs of fairy wine and two wine bottles, and filled them up for Xuandu.

As if asking casually, and also as if he was talking homely, Yang Jian murmured: "Master's great dream magic skill can travel through the ages in a dream. Is the time in the dream the same as the time when master is really asleep?"

"In the dream, the years are fast and slow, and the most vague and unpredictable," Xuan Du said with a frown, "What are you asking? Just say what you have to say, don't go around in circles with me."

"Master, has he been to Taishi Realm in his dream?"

Xuandu said: "I remember telling you that Taishi has been there several times, but my memory is a little fuzzy, I can't remember too much."

"The uncle has ever been to the era before Taishi, and has he heard the name Xiankong in his dream?"

"Before Taishi...should have been there," Xuandu pinched his fingers and deduced, "but I don't remember anything about the dream before Taishi. Indeed, I have only vaguely heard the name of Xian Kong in my dreams. In my impression, it is a difficult and powerful enemy, one of the most powerful, but I don't know the details."

unknown...

"Master, do you really not remember?"

"What's the matter?" Xuandu put the wine bottle away, "Yang Jian, what are you trying to do here?"

Putting down the wine bottle, Yang Jian and Xuan Du looked at each other, their eyes were clearer and less confused than when he first arrived here.

Yang Jian said: "The method of controlling the spiritual core that Master gave me has a hidden mystery. If the talisman is reversed, it will make the spirit race go crazy. Does Master know or not?"

Xuandu's face became more and more solemn, and a helpless wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So it's this matter... you actually found out about it? Well, no matter what I say, you won't believe me anymore. Otherwise, why did you use the name Xiankong to try?"

Yang Jian said, "I believe it."

"Well, I do know this, and I also took off the method of reversing the seal," Xuandu said calmly, "If you believe me, you will not come here to look for me, but I can say that I have absolutely no intention of causing harm to the wild."

"Master Sanqing has seen this evil method?"

Xuandu said: "I've seen it, but I haven't seen the reversibility of the seal."

Yang Jian laughed at himself, "Saints sometimes have blind eyes."

"I'm also a little curious," Xuan Du sighed, "How did you find out about this? Originally, I wanted to rot this matter in my heart so that no one would mention it."

Yang Jian did not answer.

"Since we know the hidden dangers here, why didn't master create another method on the basis of this method? Make that talisman irreversible?" Yang Jian asked somewhat questioningly, "With master's ability, is it difficult to do this?"

Xuandu said: "It's not difficult, but I didn't think it was necessary at the time."

Yang Jian clenched his fists in secret, "If this method is calculated by those powerful enemies, they deliberately gifted it in the master's dream, and when the world war broke out, they would secretly make the spirit race run away. How could there be a wilderness? Although the master is usually loose, he has never been reckless in such a big matter. Today, he explained it with such a reason, how can the master tell me to believe it!"

"But that's the truth," Xuandu picked up the wine bottle and drank the clear liquid in it in one gulp, with a little gleam in his eyes.

Yang Jian breathed slowly and calmly.

Xuan Du sighed: "Everyone in the world sees what they want to see, so they can be happy and happy. Only a fool like you insists on asking the bottom of some unanswered questions. Go back and treat yourself today as if you and I have never seen it before. I have no shame in this matter."

Yang Jian said: "Please uncle and I go to Sanqing Master Patriarch and explain this matter clearly."

"When my drowsiness subsides, I will go to Xuandu City to look for you, and then we will go to the teacher and talk about it together." Xuandu waved his hand, turned and walked back to the place where he was originally floating, lying slowly on his side, with his back to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sat there for a while, drank the wine in the bottle, got up and bowed to Master Xuandu.

"As a junior, it is inappropriate to be suspicious of seniors for no reason. No matter what the matter is, I offended my uncle first, so I should make amends."

Xuandu slowly closed his eyes and did not answer.

"I will do my best to remedy this matter. If my uncle really misses all sentient beings in the wild, please return to Honghuang as soon as possible to find a few masters to tell the original about this matter, and my nephew will leave."

Yang Jian cupped his hands, turned and walked towards the sea of ​​chaos.

Xuan Du turned his back to Yang Jian, and Yang Jian couldn't see the helplessness that flashed across his face.

Yang Jian had just walked ten feet away, when he suddenly heard the sound of stretching his waist behind him, and a few whispers accompanied by a yawn...

"Wake up from a big dream, where to find the old knowledge. The truth and reality are mixed, and a consonance needs a finger."

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks without turning his head, and said in a low voice, "Master, can you give me a promise to make my heart feel at peace."

"Perhaps in my dream I have experienced countless lives that were not in Xuandu, and I may have done things that were not in my heart; but at this time, here, I am a disciple of the Taiqing, the first disciple of the Taoist sect, and a creature of the prehistoric."

"Is this the master's answer?"

"It's up to you," Xuandu chuckled and sighed, "How can I tell if I'm dreaming or waking up?"

Yang Jian stood there for a while, without saying anything, and gradually walked away, his figure covered by the chaotic atmosphere.

After a while, Mo Suo broke through the layers of cover and returned to the Black Spirit Kingdom.

With his hands behind his head, Yang Jian also lay on Mo Suo's futon, quietly lost in thought.

"That's all."

Think about the remedy first, adjust the structure of the Hei Ling Kingdom according to the situation, and discuss how to use the power of the Chaos Spirit Race to protect the prehistoric.

And that stone monkey...

Things really happened one after another, and I couldn't live in peace if I wanted to retreat next.

The big dream does not want to wake up...

big dream...

If someone can become a saint in their dreams, that would be the greatest joke in the world.