The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It has been three months since the Jade Emperor sent people to declare the decree. Several warlords sent by the Heavenly Court came late, and Ao Xinke randomly arranged them in a garden in the Hei Ling Kingdom, and sent heavy soldiers to 'guard' them.

It's not convenient for these people to go out on weekdays, not to mention making small moves.

The matter seems to have died down.

But vaguely, Yang Jian felt a little restless every time he wanted to practice, unable to immerse himself in his mind.

What's going on here?

As if something big was about to happen to me...

Ordinary people have intuition, monks have spiritual perception, and Yang Jian has never deviated from spiritual perception since he practiced eight or nine Xuangong.

Ever since the Heavenly Court announced the decree, Yang Jian fell into such a restless situation. It lasted for three full months, and Yang Jian still didn't know what happened to him.

Could it be that the Jade Emperor's calculations could kill him?

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible. In today's prehistoric world, the only ones who can overwhelm Yang Jian in fighting skills are Sanqing Master and Tianyan Daozi, but among these few, which one will attack him?

No matter how you think about it, without a bargaining chip to fight Yang Jian, the Jade Emperor's calculations are just in vain.

So, the danger didn't come from this old uncle?

what is that?

Pick up? The possibility is even smaller, after all, Yang Jian and Jieyin are facing each other head-on at this time, and the outcome is only five or five.

What happened?

Yang Jian stood up and looked at the flowers and trees outside the window with a little thought in his eyes.

This kind of situation is not once or twice, Yang Jian will be like this recently.

He used his avatar to investigate carefully in the prehistoric world, and made Ao Xinke's eyeliner keep a close eye on the Heavenly Court. He also carefully inspected all parts of Hei Ling Kingdom...

Nothing happened in Meishan, nothing happened in Wa Palace, Tianyan Daozi once promised to protect the safety of Yang Jian’s family and friends; Tianyan Daozi is indeed credible, and the stronger Yang Jian’s strength outside, the more stable the family’s situation in the wild, there is nothing wrong with this logic

This spiritual awareness came for no reason, but it has always existed. Whenever Yang Jian wants to relax, he will pop up to remind Yang Jian.

"What's the matter?"

"Husband, have you encountered difficulties in practicing recently?"

Ao Xinke's gentle voice came from the side, she walked around the corridor to the Nuan Pavilion, bowed to Yang Jian, and then walked to Yang Jian's side.

"Predicament? There is something, it's not a big deal. I'm just thinking, what are we neglecting..."

Yang Jian murmured in a low voice.

"What is my husband worried about?" Ao Xinke said softly, "Why don't we go and bring mother to Hei Ling Kingdom."

"It's not because of my mother that I'm so restless." Yang Jian hugged Long Nu with his backhand, her soft body always made his heart sway.

However, Yang Jian lacked interest at this time, and the uneasiness in his heart still existed.

Ao Xinke said softly: "Husband, let's sort out the prehistoric situation at this time in detail."

"Okay, go and call Lan'er over, let's think about it carefully, who can make me so afraid."

Not long after, Xiao Lan also flew over in a hurry, and the three of them sat by the bed, holding Go pieces and constantly deducing.

For several days and nights, until Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan were too tired and fell asleep together on the bed, Yang Jian looked at the orderly chessboard, but still had no conclusions.

Where does this threat come from?

The Great Formation of Hei Ling Nation is at night, and the sky full of stars can be seen made by the formation.

Yang Jian stood at the window and regained his senses quietly, and finally he could only sigh slightly, and stood there with his eyes closed.

Knowing that the enemy exists, but not knowing who, where, and when the enemy will show up...

This feeling is really hard to bear.

The main hall of the capital of Hei Ling Kingdom.

More than a dozen spiritual masters sat on the ground, and several figures stopped behind and in front of them, and then carefully pulled out their spiritual cores and modified the sigils on them.

Every master is a precious combat power, so Kong Xuan, Chu Qi and the others are extremely careful in their actions, adding casualties is a bit unsightly.

Modifying the sigil will not change the people these spirit masters are loyal to. Whoever feeds a drop of blood to the spirit core, the spirit master will utterly embarrass that person.

"Hey," Taoist Huanglong sighed, "I am quite envious of these guys. Although they are like puppets, they only need to obey people's orders. Unlike us, no matter what we do, we must look forward and backward, and think clearly."

Chu Qi stood aside and said coldly: "This is the price of being happy."

"Your Highness Chu Qi, you can't say that," Taoist Huang Long shook his head and sighed with emotion, "Look at that kid Yang Jian, how happy he is stealing incense and jade all day long in that warm pavilion. Hey, let us sell him the coolies."

Chu Qi's voice was even colder: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it, why are there so many complaints!"

Huanglong was suddenly embarrassed, and Chi Jingzi looked up at Chuqi's ghost mask, smiled without saying a word, and continued to work with his head down.

Ao Fangtian whispered beside him: "Why do I feel that the female fairies among the top masters of Honghuang now either have a very close relationship with Yang Jian, or have a very close relationship with Yang Jian..."

Taoist Huanglong burst out laughing.

Kong Xuan cursed at the side: "Be careful I will tear your stinky mouth, little dragon!"

"Calm down, calm down, I don't intend to offend." Ao Fangtian bowed to Kong Xuan with a smile on his face.

Yun Xiao, who was the most nimble, didn't participate in these topics, and only focused on modifying the seals.

From the beginning of this project, the few of them would chat a few words every ten days and a half months, otherwise it would be too boring.

Sometimes they complained about Yang Jian's lack of progress all day long, and only cared about being obsessed with the two young ladies; sometimes they talked about the way of practice and traced the origin of the way.

Among these few, Huang Long is not considered a great supernatural being, and any word can cut into the essence of the Dao.

If there are prehistoric monks, especially Taoist disciples, who can listen here for a few months, they will definitely benefit a lot.

With the unremitting efforts of Kong Xuan and others, the number of spiritual masters in the capital of Hei Ling Kingdom gradually decreased, and the war of Hei Ling Nation's foreign expedition also ignited all parts of Chaos Sea again.

One day, Yang Jian was still unable to practice with peace of mind, so he walked to the main hall.

Kong Xuan first sarcastically said to him: "Master Zhenjun, are you here to supervise the work?"

Yang Jian replied with a smile: "The supervisor can't tell, let's see if you are lazy."

"Hmph," Kong Xuan's face turned slightly cold, "I'm busy here, and you are in my arms, you really don't have the slightest conscience."

"Brother Kong calm down, I also wanted to retreat, but..." Yang Jian sighed, and immediately attracted the attention of several people.

——Most of these spiritual races meditating in the hall are in a coma, and their cultivation bases have been sealed.

Brother?

Ao Fangtian glanced at Kong Xuan, as if he had realized something, he chuckled.

"Just what happened?" Huang Long asked beside him.

Strolling to Chi Jingzi's side, watching Uncle Chi Jingzi erase the talisman on the spirit core very skillfully, and redraw the similar but completely different imprint, Yang Jian sighed: "It's just that in the past few months, my mind has been restless. I always feel that something big is about to happen, and it seems that I am being watched by someone. It is difficult to relax my mind."

"oh?"

Chi Jingzi stopped what he was doing, and looked at Yang Jian with a cautious expression, "Most of the monks have spiritual perception, there is no wind without waves. At this time, someone must be plotting against you, and it can threaten your safety. Nephew must be careful."

Yang Jian shook his head: "The problem is that in the past few months, I have been secretly investigating in Honghuang, and searching all over the Heiling Kingdom, but I have not been able to find out who is plotting against me."

"Except for a few saints, who can beat you?" Kong Xuan replied with some disapproval, "I think you should be insane, suffering from delusional illness."

Yang Jian could only smile wryly.

Chu Qi said: "No matter what, don't take it lightly at this time."

Yun Xiao also said: "You are in danger in the prehistoric world, and you need a few more people to protect you."

"Is it possible," Taoist Huanglong blinked, "Besides the Great Desolation and the Black Spirit Kingdom, or even, outside the Chaos Sea, someone is plotting against you?"

Yang Jian couldn't help being taken aback.

He really didn't think about it...

After staying in the main hall for half a day, Yang Jian told them to be careful when entering and leaving the Black Spirit Realm, and it was best to go together, so he left the Black Spirit Kingdom and headed for Xuandu City.

Uncle Huang Long really awakened the dreamer with one word.

Since Tianyan Daozi and Sanqing Master Patriarch, who were able to pose such a threat to Yang Jian in the prehistoric age, had no reason to take action against him, then it is likely that those powerful enemies are plotting against him.

Yang Jian has always subconsciously felt that when something happens to the Youmingjian in the North Sea, the catastrophe will officially come.

But he ignored a problem.

The previous catastrophes were all caused by the way of heaven; the latter catastrophe was caused by those powerful enemies, and any situation could happen.

Who can guarantee that Qianhong No. 2 and Qianhong No. 3 do not exist in the prehistoric world?

The hands of these most powerful men emerge in endlessly. If the enemy boss feels that it will be a serious problem to let him practice Yang Jian, he will show up early to destroy him...

Not impossible.

After thinking about this, Yang Jian felt relieved.

The most powerful is terrifying, but the unknown is even more tormenting.

For the time being, it is believed that the foreign enemy is plotting a plan that is not good for him, but Yang Jian is not completely at ease with the forces in the prehistoric region; be careful to sail for thousands of years, he does not want to die in vain.

What to do now?

Naturally, it is necessary to strengthen one's own strength and deal with possible powerful enemies.

And the fastest way to increase combat power is not to forcibly promote the realm of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts and Undefeated Golden Body Art, but...

Forge magic weapons.

Back then, a three-pointed and two-edged gun made Yang Jian's strength soar, and pushed the golden fairy Daluo across the wild to become famous.

Now, Yang Jian also feels that he must acquire a weapon that can exert 100% of his strength as soon as possible.

In fact, the appearance does not need to be changed, the best is a three-pointed double-edged gun. Yang Jian has already mastered all the ways of this gun, and it is the most convenient to use.

As for the materials used to build this gun...

If the Yuantu sword can be changed into a spear point, and supplemented by Yang Jian's collection of heaven and earth treasures to make a gun shaft, it will surely create a real magic weapon.

But who will build it has become the biggest problem.

Yang Jian doesn't know how to refine weapons and has no experience in forging magical weapons. If he forges them forcibly, he is afraid that he will destroy a lot of precious materials.

Today, after Taoist Huanglong woke up with a word, Yang Jian suddenly thought of someone who might help him forge this spear.

Beyond the prehistoric, beyond the chaotic sea...

Perhaps, beyond the sea of ​​chaos is the real nothingness, nothing exists; and to find a powerful enemy outside this era is to go upstream along the long river of time, one after another, the once incomparably bright monastic world.

And on the banks of the long river of time, there are actually remnants of these eras remaining.

Even if it is the remnant spirit of the Taishi sage with only Mars left, or the Taisu strong who has turned into a puppet but still exists in the world.

Xuandu City, the outer wall of the ninth city wall.

Yang Jian settled down, bowed to the slovenly old man who was huddled in the corner, and straight to the point Dao Ming said: "Senior, can you master the way of refining weapons?"

"Common, and proficient."

"The junior wants to ask the senior to build a weapon."

"What kind of weapon?"

"A gun."

"Come in, I can only say do your best, it is impossible to give you a weapon and let you fight Xeon."

The old man stood up with some difficulty, a door slowly appeared in the city wall behind him, and a wave of heat rushed towards his face.

"Thank you senior!"

Yang Jian was overjoyed and hurriedly followed.