The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

From the time Yang Jian heard Xiao Lan's words that the Jade Emperor would send someone to the Black Spirit Kingdom to oversee the army, to the time when someone from the Heavenly Court showed up outside Xuandu City, it was only more than a month.

If you count the distance from the Great Desolation to this place, the Heavenly Court is really too impatient to bring down the Black Spirit Nation.

In other words, with the Hei Ling Kingdom by his side, the Jade Emperor was too restless to sleep and eat, and he couldn't wait for one more day.

Yang Jian was a little disgusted to deal with these twists and turns, but since the matter had come to him, he had to deal with it anyway, lest this uncle bully others too much.

So far, Yang Jian has no plans to fight back against the Heavenly Court. After all, compared to the Supreme Being of the Three Realms, Yang Jian is indeed more concerned about Honghuang.

This is not selfless, Yang Jian is also a monk after all, and the essence of a monk is self-interest.

It's just that Yang Jian didn't think it was necessary, and he didn't bother to move these thoughts.

At this time, most of the masters from all walks of life in the Hei Ling Kingdom are still in the capital of the Hei Ling Kingdom. Although Kong Xuan, Chu Qi, Chi Jingzi, Huang Long Taoist, Yun Xiao, and Ao Fangtian are working day and night to modify the seals for these spirit race masters, the efficiency is still very low.

It will take at least a year and a half to complete this huge project.

In two years, it is not bad to eliminate such a big hidden danger.

Even if Yang Jian's progress in comprehending the "Undefeated Golden Body Art of the Glazed Realm" was temporarily put on hold, he felt a little anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

In a warm pavilion surrounded by mysterious energy, Yang Jian was standing beside the bed with open arms, allowing two magnificent wives to dress him in fairy robes and brocade clothes.

Xiao Lan combed his long hair and tied up a hoop for him; Ao Xinke carefully arranged the corners of his clothes and jade ring for Yang Jian.

Such a situation, and a few words of caring and warmth, really make people drunk and linger.

What Yang Jian asked for was actually nothing more than this.

But if he wants to live in peace and stability in the future, he can only sweep out all threats and deal with those difficult and powerful enemies.

This can be regarded as the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

"Husband, it is most likely Taibai Jinxing who came to declare the decree in the heavenly court," Ao Xinke said softly, "Although this star king usually does not show his mountains and dews, he is actually one of the most powerful and powerful people in the heavenly court. Husband, don't take it lightly."

Xiao Lan said with a smile: "Sister, I've heard you say this three or four times. If Taibaijinxing is really so powerful, why is it that no one knows about Honghuang?"

Yang Jian said: "This is what this senior Taibai excels at."

Xiao Lan murmured disapprovingly, but did not argue with Yang Jian.

Between their husband and wife, because Yang Jian practiced all the year round and the two of them were busy with Hei Ling's domestic and foreign affairs, it was true that they got together less and separated more.

Such a warm and affectionate situation is really rare, and Xiao Lan didn't want to spoil the mood of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke just to show off her quick tongue.

Yang Jian was almost ready to 'dress up', took a glass mirror, and looked left and right at himself in the mirror.

"I seldom look in the mirror. After so many years, my appearance hasn't changed much."

"Why hasn't it changed?" Ao Xinke held Yang Jian's arm and said with a smile, "When I first met my husband, he didn't look like this. At that time, my husband was more energetic, but now he is calmer."

Xiao Lan muttered to the side: "Obviously you met me first."

"By the way, Lan'er," Yang Jian looked at Xiao Lan and said with a smile, "You still can't remember what happened back then?"

"Well, I still don't remember," Xiao Lan took Yang Jian's other arm, and said with a smile: "It's fine if you don't remember, anyway, we are already like this now, so why stick to the past."

"That's right, the days to come are still long," Yang Jian put his arms around his wife, just about to say a few more words of his own.

Outside the Nuan Pavilion, a master of the Spirit Race came in a hurry and prostrated himself on the ground, saying: "Second Master, the people from the Heavenly Court will enter the border formation."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, looked down at the two beautiful women in his arms who were still barefooted in Qingsha, and said with a smile: "I'll go, if you are tired, you can take a rest, don't worry, everything has been arranged."

Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan responded softly, and they were more virtuous and virtuous than the other in front of Yang Jian, as if they were at ease with their husbands in everything.

But when Yang Jian left, they quickly dressed up, painted their eyebrows and pursed their lips, hurriedly changed into neon clothes and skirts, and separately arranged for Yang Jian to meet with the people from the heavenly court.

They were really worried.

"Second master!"

"Second Master..."

"Owner."

Yang Jian was driving slowly in the clouds in the Black Spirit Kingdom, and whenever he met the Chaos Spirit Race above the Da Luo Realm, the latter would all respectfully salute Yang Jian.

From the titles in their mouths, one can tell when they were controlled by their spirit cores. Those who were earlier would call Yang Jian "Second Master", and those who came later would call Yang Jian "Master".

Not only the Chaos Spirit Clan subdued by Yang Jian is loyal to Yang Jian, those Chaos Spirit Clan controlled by Kong Xuan and others also recognize Yang Jian as the master.

This is a rule established after discussion by several people, and all masters in Hei Ling Kingdom must obey Yang Jian's orders.

Yang Jian did not come out to greet him, but flew to a hall floating on the clouds that had been arranged before.

It's not that he deliberately put on airs, but that his 'air' is so big now.

Outside the Great Formation of the Black Spirit Nation, a spirit treasure ship wrapped in the light of the formation slowly flew over; it was said to be a fairy ship, but it was actually more like a fairy island, with layers of pavilions built on the island.

The fairy ship has its own fairy music and glow, the cranes are auspicious, the fairies are in company, the heavenly soldiers and generals stand everywhere, more than a dozen generals with extraordinary cultivation stand outside the formation, and several old men in Taoist robes and long clothes stand at the bow of the ship, holding a decree high.

Across the black spirit formation, Yang Jian couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw this scene.

The old fairy Taibai didn't come?

This made Yang Jian a little bit disappointed.

When Taibai Jinxing didn't come, Yang Jian immediately relaxed a little more, and his sitting posture was a little casual, half lying on the throne, quietly fascinated by the scenery outside the hall.

Next, the two rows of spiritual masters selected by Ao Xinke stood up. Each of them had a fierce face and a similar human shape.

Outside the hall, the dense crowd of spirit clan masters stood silently one by one, their auras were undisguised, which made the already chaotic Dao here even more chaotic.

This battle was originally intended to scare Taibai Jinxing; since the old man Taibai did not come, he could only give these heavens a "kind" disarm

Sitting there, Yang Jian was a bit bored, and he was also thinking about why Honghuang and Chaos Sea, Heavenly Court and Hei Lingguo had such a situation of "strong outside and weak inside".

There are roughly three reasons.

First, the territory of the Black Spirit Kingdom in the Chaos Sea has actually surpassed the territory of the prehistoric.

Second, due to the vastness of the Chaos Sea, the Chaos Spirit Race seldom fights, and the masters seem to 'grow naturally' without faults, and now they are 'cut off' by the Black Spirit Nation.

The third is that the masters of the prehistoric ages were injured and left too many times, and catastrophes and calamities again and again buried countless masters, and let countless masters enter the sea of ​​​​chaos to practice.

Up to now, the prehistoric world has been divided into three realms, and the Jade Emperor has conquered three thousand worlds, but it is still difficult to gather as many masters as Hei Lingguo.

The most ironic thing is still inside the heaven at this time.

Those who really control the military power are all generals who obey the order of the Jade Emperor, but their own cultivation is not very strong.

Such as Li Jing and others.

Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and the others, among the group of commanders in Tianting, actually have a faintly top-notch posture.

At the same time, the powerful masters who were formally included in the Heavenly Court through the Conferred Gods Ranking were all idle and happy in the Heavenly Court, completely unable to intervene in the affairs of the Heavenly Court.

The consequence of strengthening the power in the hands of the Jade Emperor in this way is to abandon the prehistoric dogma that the strong are respected, so that those who really have supernatural powers and cultivation can only be left aside.

If the Heavenly Court continues to develop like this, it will really be necessary for civil servants to discuss military affairs and generals to make tea.

"More and more like a mortal emperor."

Yang Jian sighed faintly, his eyes gradually returned to his senses.

Outside the hall, there were two prehistoric female cultivators with beautiful faces and cultivation bases in the Great Luo Realm bowed to the hall together, and said in unison: "Second Master, the envoy from the Heavenly Court has arrived, and I am asking to see you outside."

"Let them in."

Yang Jian said something casually, adjusted his sitting posture, and looked at the palace door quietly.

At the gate of the palace, twelve Heavenly Generals of the Great Luo Realm lined up in two rows, each holding a unified fairy sword at their waist, dressed in shining golden armor, and came forward majestically.

The group of chaotic spirits in the hall opened their eyes one by one, and their gazes focused on the twelve heavenly generals at the same time, each showing a little bit of murderous intent and hostility.

More than two hundred "chaos demons" whose cultivation base is much higher than this group of heavenly generals, and all of them are vicious...

Seven or eight of the twelve Da Luojing Heavenly Generals went limp, eight or nine turned pale, and four or five immediately stopped in their tracks. The formation was forced and the momentum dissipated.

A soft hum came from the spirit race masters on both sides, expressing some disdain for these creatures of the same species as their masters.

Yang Jian was also amused, reckoning that Xiao Lan arranged for this group of Spirit Race masters, it's a good move.

The twelve celestial generals did not dare to go deep into the palace, but after walking more than ten zhang, they turned to face each other.

Three old men dressed in fairy clothes and court clothes stepped into the hall, held up the Jade Emperor's decree, and walked towards Yang Jian step by step.

The cultivation of these three old men is not bad, and they can withstand the coercion of the group of 'reckless generals' around them.

But today, ordinary quasi-sages have long been unable to enter Yang Jian's eyes, so Yang Jian doesn't have to look at them.

"Stop."

A Spirit Race general with five arms and a height of five feet stopped the three old men ten feet in front of the throne, and said 'stop' in a strange tone, mixed with a biting killing intent, which made the hearts of the three old men tremble in unison.

The strength of this warrior is almost the same as that of Cha He, and since Chu Qi subdued him, he is an extraordinary quasi-sacred enemy.

"This general invites you," the old man at the front lost his smile, stopped, and bowed to Yang Jian.

"Here in Ge Litian, God Haotian personally enshrined the heavenly court to worship, and pay homage to Qingyuan Daomiao Zhenjun."

"Just say something." Yang Jian's voice was calm, "I don't have a good impression of Chaotian Pavilion."

But it pointed out that the old man was a member of Chaotian Pavilion.

Ge Litian said in a deep voice: "The Jade Emperor has a decree, please sit down and listen to the decree."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, "Leave the will, and you just go back."

"True Monarch...although this place is not a prehistoric place, but the True Monarch is always a prehistoric man, and the Jade Emperor is the Supreme One of the Three Realms..."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Leave the will behind and go back by yourself."

Yang Jian's words still couldn't hear the slightest joy or anger.

That Ge Litian looked up, met Yang Jian's eyes that looked like two deep pools, and his heart trembled inexplicably.

"Zhenjun, just sit down..."

"roll."

Yang Jian flicked his sleeves, and Ge Litian was still talking, when suddenly three big hands grabbed at him. Before the three old men could respond, Ge Litian was firmly grasped by the five-armed warrior in a blink of an eye.

Yang Jian had given detailed instructions before, and the general did as he was ordered, directly sealing the cultivation bases of the three of them, and throwing them out of the hall.

The twelve celestial generals were about to draw their swords when they suddenly felt mountains pressing down on them, and terrifying figures stood around them...

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, held back a smile, and raised his hand to capture the will of the Jade Emperor who fell on the ground.

After looking down for a while, the corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly.

Yang Jian said in a voice: "Beat them well before throwing them out. Be careful when you strike, don't kill them."

Inside the hall, a group of reckless spirit clansmen let out all kinds of laughter, and the twelve heavenly generals and the old man outside the door began to tremble uncontrollably...