The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Master...Kunpeng...

how come……

Yang Jian's right hand could hardly hold the killing gun anymore, and the severed limbs could not be born due to the silence of the body, so they could only be hugged by Houtu and hurried away from this place.

Houtu stretched its own avenue, almost breaking away from the boundary of the golden light.

The gold envoy Ge Li, who was blocked by the giant Kunpeng's figure, roared continuously, and the dense fist shadows bombarded the Kunpeng's shadow, and the Kunpeng's shadow was almost scattered...

"Go away!"

"Hmph," Kunpeng's shadow just let out a cold snort, the orb on top of his head slowly fell into his body, and the vast magic power still gushed out continuously.

This is the accumulation of Kunpeng's countless years and the reliance of Kunpeng's sanctification, but at this time they all rushed out without reservation, blocking the pursuit of a physically sanctified man with extraordinary combat power.

"Asshole!"

Houtu brought Yang Jian out of the place filled with golden light, and was about to use the escape method immediately.

Jin made Ge Li roar like crazy, but was firmly blocked by the body of the giant beast, unable to move forward under the pressure of the vast mana.

As long as Yang Jian returns to Honghuang...

Houtu's hands trembled suddenly, he hesitated a little.

If they fled back to the prehistoric, wouldn't they have brought such a powerful enemy into the prehistoric; since they had just fought for a short time, Houtu knew how difficult this Jin Zun was to deal with, even if all the great powers went together, he might not be able to help him.

At most, he can only be trapped, and he will inevitably pay a heavy price.

Houtu immediately made a decision, and the moment he rushed out of the place filled with golden light, he directly cast his escape method towards the depths of the sea of ​​chaos.

The vision was blurring, and the huge body of Kunpeng's shadow shrunk very quickly, but Yang Jian's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and the gap was torn open.

"Damn! Damn! I tore you apart!"

The golden envoy Ge Li went mad, but the Kunpeng's shadow still only hummed a few times. Although his body became more and more slack, it was still delivering mana crazily!

A stream of light swiftly crossed the chaotic sea, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian suddenly shouted: "Don't leave my master behind!"

Houtu whispered, "That's Kunpeng."

Kunpeng... Demon Master Kunpeng...

The master is actually Kunpeng, or in other words, the master is the real Kunpeng, and the one who was beheaded by him at the beginning was just the remnant body of Kunpeng?

The cave in Kunpeng's body is actually the place where Master once lived...

absurd!

How could the master be Kunpeng! How could the master be the demon master Kunpeng! Obviously!

In the flowing light, Yang Jian was lying in Houtu's arms, his eyes were red, but he tried not to let the tears flow out.

Scenes emerged in the bottom of my heart, practicing in Yuquan Mountain, listening to the not-so-strict master tell about the prehistoric experience, talk about the world, and talk about various ways and principles.

Hou Tu kept trying to heal Yang Jian's wounds. At this time, they had already escaped a certain distance, but there was no need to worry too much.

Who can understand the torment in Yang Jian's heart at this time?

Houtu can't, but Houtu knows that he must be on the verge of collapse at this time; the fierce beast that Zeng Wanli chased and killed turned out to be his closest and most dependent teacher.

"Master..."

During the flight, Yang Jian seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, trying to sit up with his neck, but his seriously injured body had lost a little strength.

"He is not worthy to be your master," Houtu said with a bit of tenderness and a bit of distress.

"That's my master!" Yang Jian resisted Houtu's embrace with his right hand, "Let me go... let me go! Ah... let go!"

A surge of blood gushed out of Yang Jian's body, but it was the God-killing Spear that kept flashing light, cutting off the Taoist rhyme extending from Houtu in an instant.

The escape method was interrupted, and the two figures appeared in a vast chaotic sea, and it was unknown how far they had flown.

There was no confusion in Yang Jian's eyes, only anxiety remained, "Master can't be left there alone, I want to go back, send me back quickly!"

"Yang Jian!" Houtu held Yang Jian's shoulders with both hands, looked at Yang Jian who was about to lose his mind, and could only use his supernatural powers, and let out a low shout that exploded spring thunder in Yang Jian's ears.

"Don't forget, you have to live to protect the prehistoric world!"

Yang Jian was stunned by the shock, but then he still looked at Houtu and said in a trembling voice: "You let me watch Master go to die? Do you use such righteousness to live on? Madam, then I would rather die there!"

Houtu cursed in a low voice: "He did it willingly! This is his atonement! If you go back, you will just let him die for nothing! This is not the time for you to be stubborn!"

Slowly, Yang Jian leaned on the killing gun, blood filled his whole body, his left foot was trembling, but he slowly stood up.

He looked at Houtu, suddenly smiled wryly, and said in a low voice: "Mother, I am a disciple of Kunpeng, and I am not qualified to take on the responsibility of guarding the Great Desolation. Please send me back now, and then I will go back to the Great Desolation immediately. If... if I can take care of my mother and sister in the future, it will not be in vain for you and me to get acquainted."

"Yang Jian! How can you say such a thing?" Houtu said softly, "You are you, and you have been concealed by the demon master. Even if he treats you very well, he may have plotted against you. That is Kunpeng, not the master in your heart."

Yang Jian pursed his pale lips, looked at Houtu, "Please take me back to that place, and I will return to the prehistoric land immediately."

"I will definitely not let you go back to die!"

"sister……"

"I definitely won't! You, are you calling me?" Houtu's voice trembled slightly.

"I've wanted to call you like this for a long time, but you are a descendant of great virtue, and I'm just a Taoist disciple, so I can't say it out loud," Yang Jian said calmly, "If that's the case..."

Without any warning, Yang Jian suddenly held the God-killing Spear with his right hand, raised his hand, and the tip of the spear directly pierced the heart vein of the mysterious body.

At that moment, the mysterious handle was scattered, the profound energy was exhausted, and the golden pattern receded!

Houtu Shengrendao's happy state of mind suddenly shattered, watching Yang Jian's chest pierced by the killing gun, his heart was completely blank with a buzzing sound.

"What a fool! I'll send you back! What a fool are you!"

"I'm going to save Master, I don't care who he is, that's my Master! I have to fight this time..."

Yang Jian struggled to speak, his Adam's apple trembled, and looked at the woman who was crying for him, "Don't worry, my lady, I don't mean to commit suicide. I have a supernatural power, which I have only used once, but I don't know how confident I am that I can use it again by forcing myself like this."

Only the remaining leg lost strength, Yang Jian knelt down on one knee, and with his right hand suddenly pulled out the killing gun stuck in the heart vein.

Hou Tu was about to pounce on him to heal his wounds, but was stopped by Yang Jian's killing gun and black turtle belt.

Yang Jian took a sharp breath, feeling a deep sense of exhaustion in his heart, but he bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself not to fall asleep.

His consciousness is rapidly dissipating, and he, who has been seriously injured, has cut off his heart at this moment, and is only one step away from extinction...

live! Must survive!

He wants to live to save Master, he wants to live to help Hong Huang survive the catastrophe!

Xiaochan... mother... Xinke... Lan'er...

If they can't survive this test, who will they rely on to protect them?

This body is broken, but this heart is not dead; only on the verge of extinction can the fire of miracles be ignited!

On Yang Jian's chest, a colorful feather flickered lightly, and a ball of flames beat in his heart, suddenly covering Yang Jian's whole body.

Abandon everything and reinvent everything.

Visible annihilation, rebuild the real body!

The Nirvana of the Phoenix Clan?

No, this is not just the Nirvana technique of the Feng clan, it is the supernatural power that Yang Jian realized when he was at the sixth level of the Bajiu Xuangong!

Undead in battle, reborn with a drop of blood!

If such supernatural powers were used in front of the golden envoy Ge Li, it would be the result of ten deaths and no life. The other party would not be stupid enough to give Yang Jian a chance to nirvana, and would directly smash Yang Jian to pieces.

But at this time, here, Yang Jian felt so cruel that he cut himself off and gave up his life!

Even Yang Jian was not sure whether he could survive the moment when the killing gun pierced his heart, and whether he really had the will to die in his heart.

Houtu was holding the God-killing Spear and the Black Tortoise Belt, and at this moment he felt tired all over his body.

She naturally knows the great art of Nirvana, which was an undisclosed secret of the Feng Clan back then, but she never thought that Yang Jian would have such a great art.

It was even more unexpected that Yang Jian would choose to self-destruct to perform such supernatural powers.

Nirvana is not without risk, the process is completely uncontrollable. In ancient times, the Feng Clan would not have chosen Nirvana to be reborn if they had not been driven to a desperate situation.

Yang Jian's figure had disappeared, leaving only a beautiful flame more than three feet high. Inside the flame, several avenues were constantly entangled; outside the flame, thirty-six Dinghaishen beads flew out of the flame, spinning around the flame rapidly, and a small gourd was suspended on the flame, as if being tempered by the flame.

Xuanhuang is immortal, condensing the truth and concentrating the spirit, the avenue carried by the Eighty-Nine Xuangong;

The golden body is invincible, everything is indestructible, this invincible golden body tactic carries the Dao;

Water moistens all things, and it can also be overthrown. This is the avenue carried by Dinghai Shenzhu;

In addition to these three kinds, there is also a faint and obscure avenue that seems to be in the center of the flame, appearing and disappearing from time to time...

If it weren't for Houtu's success as a sage, it would be difficult to grasp the existence of this avenue.

It seems to have the rhyme of reincarnation, but it is more than the profound meaning of the six reincarnations that Houtu has comprehended; just a little more understanding, Houtu's own avenue faintly showed signs of disintegration, and immediately stopped to observe.

But at this time, a figure slowly condensed into the flames, and with the flames suddenly retracted, Yang Jian stood there quietly with his eyes closed.

In the body, the blood is full, the profound energy and the mysterious handle are crazily breeding, the eighty-one mysterious beads are perfect, the mysterious bones everywhere are crystal clear, and there is no flaw in the whole body!

Thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads entered the body at the same time, and merged into the Profound Beads again.

All over the body, golden runes gradually filled up, and then quietly faded away.

With a slight shock, the Killing Spear flew out of Houtu's hand and flew to Yang Jian's side, where Yang Jian raised his hand to hold it.

In the belt of the black turtle, the little eagle flew out by itself, landed on Yang Jian's shoulder, and narrowed his eagle eyes comfortably.

The breath rose slowly, Yang Jian's eyes and the vertical eye on his forehead opened at the same time, and the three eyes flashed with divine light at the same time, and an extremely fierce momentum rose up and down!

Left arm, left hand, no more scars!

"I'm back," Yang Jian murmured, put on a robe casually for himself, and immediately looked at Houtu with a bit of urgency in his eyes, "Your Majesty..."

"Well," Hou Tu replied, "Go back as you said, there should be still time."

With a few crisp sounds of joints, Yang Jian clenched his fists, tied up his loose long hair by himself, the little gourd returned to its place by itself, and the killing gun entered his right hand again.

It's different from the uncontrollable period of weakness after the Nirvana of the Feng family, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's a one-yuan meeting.

At this time, Yang Jian is in full bloom!

Ge Li, the Golden Envoy!