The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Kong Xuan waited for seventy-six days.

It must take a lot of hard work and effort to forge such a magical weapon. Master Mo's phantom is much blurred than when he first started forging, which made Kong Xuan really sweat.

If Master Mo's cultivation base is at the level of a great saint, it would be much safer to build this long spear. Although Master Mo now has a large formation to help him and also has a unique skill to control the Nine True Fire, it is still a bit reluctant.

But the cultivator made a promise, Master Mo would forge this weapon for Yang Jian as soon as he said it.

In fact, after careful consideration, the "starting point" of the three-pointed and double-edged gun that Yang Jian is looking for is too high. The blade of the gun needs to melt the two most precious weapons, Yuan Tu and A Bi, and the gun body needs to use more than ten kinds of top-level materials.

Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that the power of the prehistoric era is poor, it is probably impossible to forge another long spear in the prehistoric era.

On the seventy-sixth day, Yunxiao has been in seclusion. It seems that he has realized something, and his cultivation has taken a big step forward, making Kong Xuan somewhat uncertain about the exact strength of this Yunxiao empress.

Yang Jian half healed his wounds and half practiced. Through the process of recasting his left arm, he verified the Invincible Golden Body Jue and the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu, hoping to take another step forward.

Although it was only for a short moment, he faced the strongest man face to face, but this experience was extremely precious and meaningful to Yang Jian.

Probably, one can imagine the fuzzy edges of the vast ocean.

It's just that Yang Jian's injury recovery was not satisfactory. It took seventy-six days to restore the two inches below the elbow to its original state. The palm of his left hand changed from purple black to purple blue, and he could already tremble slightly.

The pain in this process seemed to be deliberately ignored by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian kept thinking in his heart that he was considered a master at any rate now, so he had to be a bit of a master.

Strong support can not show fatigue.

Compared with Yun Xiao and Yang Jian, Kong Xuan had nothing to do; but she didn't leave this place directly, but extended her spiritual consciousness.

She is protecting the Dharma for these three people who have nothing else to do.

Although his mouth is often a little unforgiving, Kong Xuan's mind is more delicate.

After another two days, the big formation shook one after another, and Yun Xiao woke up with his eyes wide open.

In the big formation, the power of the nine real fires was pushed to the extreme. They either turned into strange beasts, or were like clouds and fog, or directly rolled into a sea of ​​flames, constantly impacting the eyes of the big formation.

And in the completely transparent copper furnace, a seven-foot-long gun body has been slowly formed. It seems to have the appearance of dragon crouching and phoenix, fierce beast swallowing the sky, and killing the sea of ​​blood.

Master Mo is afraid that his accumulation of countless years has been presented on this unborn spear.

Looking at the puppet master in the Taisu era, the phantom of the primordial spirit is already somewhat translucent at this time, and the power of the primordial spirit is consumed so much that it is unimaginable.

Generally speaking, the refining of elixirs and magic tools all pay attention to the number of days in a week, or thirty-six celestial gangs, or seven seven forty-nine, or ninety-nine and eighty-one, days and years.

Judging from the current situation of the large formation, it should take ninety-nine and eighty-one days to complete the refining. After all, those precious materials have already been integrated into the gun body, and it is absolutely impossible for Master Mo to last more than a hundred days. Eighty-one days is the most reliable.

On the seventy-ninth day, the commotion in the formation became louder and louder. Jiuzhenhuo seemed to be going crazy.

Master Mo's puppet was also sweating profusely.

On the eightieth day, Yang Jian, who was recovering, had to open his eyes, his eyes were full of shock.

In front of the eyes, the formation has turned into a huge melting pot, the universe of this ring is distorted everywhere, each of the nine real fires is showing their magical powers, and in the real fire, a headless dragon swims slowly.

Master Mo grabbed it out of thin air, and directly above the formation, Yuantu Sword and Abi Duanren sank slowly.

On the 80th day, Master Mo said for the first time: "Yuantu Abi was a fierce sword at that time, even if you are a sharp blade, you will not be humiliated!"

There was a riot in the formation, Jiuzhenhuo condensed into nine blurred figures, after Yuantu and Abi broke into the formation, they rushed over...

Yang Jian's eyes reflected this scene, his heart trembled a little, and his eyes showed a bit of anticipation.

God soldiers!

God soldiers!

A magic weapon tailor-made for him!

"Little friend, nine drops of blood!"

"Okay!" Yang Jian stood up, grabbed his heart with his right hand, snorted softly, and captured nine drops of blood from the apex of his heart.

The nine drops of blood seemed ordinary, without any radiance or color at all, just a trace of gold mixed with the bright red, but when the nine drops of blood came out, the entire formation seemed to be quieter.

Nine drops of blood essence flew into the formation, and the Nine True Fire exploded again. Master Mo pressed down with his left hand, and drew Daoist talismans out of thin air with his right hand, and shot into the formation.

"Wait another day! Haha! Magic soldiers can be achieved!"

Master Mo laughed loudly twice, revealing a bit of fatigue in the laughter.

Yang Jian held back his joy, stood aside and continued to treat the injury of his left hand, with a little regret in his heart.

When the Divine Soldier is born tomorrow, I won't be able to hold the spear that was really made for him with both hands.

What is the matter in the world...

Boom!

Yang Jian was inexplicably shocked.

what happened?

This is no longer a whim, but an incarnation of himself left somewhere, suddenly aware of something that made him subconsciously terrified.

Panic?

Before he had time to say anything, Yang Jian closed his eyes, shifted his mind, and returned to Honghuang Guanjiangkou in a blink of an eye.

Looking up, he saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, which were very low.

The way of heaven is different, the heaven and the earth are filled with endless coercion, carefully felt that this coercion comes from two avenues, one positive and one negative, one water and one fire two avenues.

Holy man!

The water and fire sage avenue that has never appeared before!

Just relying on the coercion of this avenue, it is incomparable to the Qianhong Taoist back then!

Yang Jian followed these two avenues and looked towards the source, and immediately caught sight of two figures standing at the entrance and exit of the ancient pilgrimage road in Honghuang.

An old man is wearing a fiery red robe, his beard and hair are full of fiery red flames, he is a saint of the Way of Fire.

An old woman is dressed in a plain water robe, coiled up in silver thread, holding a head-sized water-blue bead in her left hand, a sage of the avenue of water.

The two of them seem to have done it on purpose, but any monk who can grasp the source of this coercion between heaven and earth can see the two of them everywhere.

Yang Jian clenched his fists involuntarily. He was so arrogant and domineering. He really didn't take the prehistoric sage seriously.

When the incarnation felt these two terrifying coercions, he immediately returned to the prehistoric world. Almost when he wondered why the saint didn't respond, a bell rang, and the two coercive pressures were directly covered back.

Daozi Tianyan stepped on the chaotic clock and appeared between heaven and earth. Behind Tianyan Daozi, Master Tongtian and Yuanshi Tianzun strolled over, but Lao Tzu and the aura of Jieyin appeared outside the world, blocking the way of these two great saints.

"Don't misunderstand," the old man covered in flames said, "My master just asked us two immortals to come over and weigh the abilities of the Great Desolate Sage. Of course, if you die in our hands today, it's okay for Hong Desolate to be buried today."

Daozi Tianyan laughed lightly, and said calmly, "Oh? Your Excellency has such a big tone."

The old woman said with a smile: "Old lady, I have been practicing since Taishi, so what if I speak louder? You are just little children."

Taishi practice so far?

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, he thought a little, and didn't call the six friends of Meishan back to guard Meishan. If the saints can't fight this battle, the prehistoric world will really be ruined.

Without further ado, Yang Jian turned back to Xuandu City, his voice was a little hoarse for some reason, and he said in a low voice, "Please trouble Uncle Yunxiao to protect the Dharma here, Brother Kong, follow me."

"Well," Kong Xuan frowned slightly, because he heard the thick abnormality in Yang Jian's voice.

The back view of Yang Jian turned and left, so that Old Master Mo's face changed. This old man may have guessed what happened, and the movements of his seals were a little faster.

Yun Xiao pinched his fingers to calculate, and then remembered that this was outside the prehistoric world, and he could not use the way of heaven to calculate what happened.

Hurrying out of Xuandu City, Yang Jian felt more at ease; he summoned Mo Suo, turned his head to look at Kong Xuan, and said, "Brother Kong, trouble yourself to inform the masters of the Black Spirit Kingdom to go to the prehistoric wilderness, and I will go back to support you first. Two Daoist sages suddenly appeared, and I am afraid that there will be some changes in Nether Stream."

"Okay, as long as you are a master?"

"Well, hurry up, if a war breaks out, the Heavenly Court's troops are already strong enough to spread across the wilderness, and it doesn't matter if the army passes by later."

Yang Jian sneaked into Mo Suo, glanced at Xuandu City, but saw that Xuandu City had been shrouded in various colors at some time.

Obviously, all kinds of visions appeared because of the imminent birth of the divine soldier, and it is unknown how long these visions lasted.

Yang Jian sighed in his heart, and Mo Suo hurried through, rushing towards the prehistoric.

He must rush back as soon as possible. This is the first battle against the strongest. He must win a complete victory, and the only saint in the prehistoric period must not be damaged.

With his thoughts gradually settled down, Yang Jian's face became more and more calm, except for a little thoughtful expression, there was only fighting spirit in his eyes.

"How come these powerful enemies come so fast," Kong Xuan murmured, then turned and flew towards the Hei Ling Kingdom not far away.

Without Yang Jian, she could only go to the entrance and exit of Hei Ling Kingdom. Although there is a ban on entering and leaving Hei Ling Kingdom at this time, no one dared to stop Kong Xuan showing his five-color divine light.

She possessed the Feng Clan's secret technique, but she had just arrived at the entrance of the nearest formation with a cup of tea, but when she was about to enter the formation, she suddenly turned around.

A figure staggered and flew over from the chaotic sea, and when it was still a thousand feet away, it directly roared: "Get out of the way!"

Kong Xuan frowned slightly. The old man flying over was covered in blood-stained robes, his beard and hair fluttering, and his aura might disperse at any time.

At first glance, this person looked like an elderly man, but the Daoyun agitating on his body made Kong Xuan a little dumbfounded.

When did another top-notch power emerge?

This person should be from a prehistoric age, and it may be fraudulent to come here with such a serious injury.

The point is, Kong Xuan didn't recognize anyone.

"Stop coming!"

All five colors of divine light burst out, brushing directly at this person, "Hei Ling Kingdom is not for you to enter as you please!"

The old man's forehead burst out with golden lights, barely blocking Kong Xuan's five-color divine light, but suddenly vomited blood, and blood gushed out of his chest.

"The one in front is Kong Xuan? I am the good of the three corpses of Taibai Jinxing! Cough! Hurry up, go find Yang Jian! Don't let him return to the prehistoric world at this time no matter what!"

Taibai Jinxing's good corpse?

Kong Xuan was stunned, and immediately stopped the offensive, but he was still on guard.