The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

All the spirit clan masters in Sanfeng Kingdom did not resist any more, and the faces of those non-spirit clan masters were all dead silent.

With just one shot, Yang Jian destroyed the obsession with cultivating Taoism in the hearts of many monks, and even shattered the Taoism hearts of those monks who originally followed the old man in white robes, so that the interrogation of Kong Xuan and the others was much easier later.

Die or tell.

But Yang Jian, who beheaded a Daoist saint, seemed to be okay at this moment, sitting cross-legged in a corner of Sanfeng Kingdom, constantly searching the memory of the saint's remnant soul in his hand.

A lot is gained, but not much is useful.

The white-robed old man's Taoist name is 'Feng Zhouzi', and he is a sage who surrendered to the strongest man after the collapse of Taisu. Before the strongest man went to chase and kill Pangu God, he was ordered to lead dozens of Taisu traitors who were quasi-sacred realm, waiting for orders in the sea of ​​​​chaos.

Yang Jian already knew that God Pangu had a great battle with the most powerful person, and both sides suffered from the battle; God Pangu fell because of this, and left behind a lot of arrangements before his fall, and even did not hesitate to divide his soul into three parts, leaving some hope for the prehistoric.

And although the most powerful man was seriously injured and did not fall, he was silent for several yuanhui before he showed up to look for Feng Zhouzi and gave Feng Zhouzi his only order.

This order is also very simple, it is to let Feng Zhouzi lead his troops to continue to lurk, although Tai Su is destroyed, the Great Desolation still exists, the war is not over yet.

Afterwards, the Chaos Spirit Clan gradually emerged, and many prehistoric monks wandered and practiced in the Chaos Sea. Feng Zhouzi hid in Sanfeng's country, and there are countless Yuanhui...

As for how many powerful men like Feng Zhouzi are still lurking in the sea of ​​chaos, there is no memory in Feng Zhouzi's remnant soul.

There is only one message that is clear, that is, Feng Zhouzi was far from the only one who surrendered to the strongest when Taisu was shattered.

And that strongest man was also quite ruthless in his attack, directly obliterating people with mediocre skills, and leaving only those with great supernatural powers who can catch the eye...

However, Yang Jian is not all in vain.

In Feng Zhouzi's remnant soul, he captured the figure and face of that most powerful man.

It was a man with not too outstanding appearance and not too outstanding temperament, even like a mortal, standing quietly in the sea of ​​chaos.

Only those eyes have a kind of breathtaking sharpness.

This is the most powerful person who destroyed Tai Su by himself? The 'disciple' who became Old Master Mo's heart disease and has always been brooding about?

It should be this man who rubbed his left hand with his palm when he was taking the true fire of extinction, and it took seven or eighty days for him to hit his left hand, but he couldn't recover. In the end, he could only rely on Nirvana to recover.

Is this the person who is hiding at the bottom of the prehistoric Nether Stream now?

Yang Jian kept thinking, his face a little dignified.

Compared with when his left hand was injured, his cultivation base has not improved much. Even if he has a newly forged three-pointed two-edged gun, if he faces the strongest person now, he will be crushed by the opponent.

However, Daozi Tianyan, who had no choice but to obtain the two gods of water and fire that day, could use the Chaos Clock and other treasures to join hands with the Patriarch of the Sanqing to stop this supreme being.

This is the gap between realms.

Yang Jian was able to kill the Taoist saint, but he couldn't go through a few rounds in the hands of the strongest; although Tianyan Daozi and the Patriarch of Sanqing could only compete with the two gods of water and fire, they could fight against the strongest.

In the final analysis, the hurdle of Saint Realm must be overcome as soon as possible.

Sanctify...

With a thought, Yang Jian began to search for the rest of the memories of the saint's remnant soul. From the perspective of a bystander, he watched the "life" practice of this Taisu saint, and indirectly learned about the Taisu great world that God Pan Gu lived in.

From this point of view, it was three days.

Those who can become saints almost have their own era and legend, and the same is true for Feng Zhouzi.

Taisu lived in the center of the Chaos Sea back then, and the nine heavens and ten earths were full of cultivators, and the sky and the plains were filled with worlds of all sizes.

Even, there are no mortals in this great world, and all living beings are born to practice, and their status is divided according to their own aptitude and the degree of practice.

The monks strive to live forever and climb up step by step; the already famous masters stand above all living beings, but they have to attach themselves to the saints and divide the world into several larger forces. Tens of millions of monks fight endlessly for years.

Taisu was several times bigger than the ancient prehistoric times, and the strong men in the Taisu period were much stronger than the ancient Almighty.

Yang Jian had already heard about the process of Taisu's destruction once from Mr. Mo, but from Feng Zhouzi's point of view, he could still experience a different 'story'.

That Xeon was too scheming.

Using Taisu as a chessboard, when Taisu was at its peak, he deliberately knocked the tomb of the Taishi sage into the Taisu world, which led to the destruction of 'Taiji' and 'Taishi', and caused the monks of Taisu to panic.

Then this guy raised his arms and took advantage of this general trend to disrupt the situation, becoming the master of one side step by step, and using the excuse of "unifying all forces to fight against the strongest", he launched a war that spread to all parts of Taisu.

When the people of insight in Taisu woke up, the situation was irreversible.

Is this supreme being really the weakest of the nine supreme beings?

How trickier should the other eight be?

Yang Jian couldn't help thinking of the miserable situation in the tomb of Taiji Hundred Mountains. The world was manipulated by that big hand at will, and it became a pagoda for all living beings...

"Oh, how to be holy at the same time."

Yang Jian sighed and looked down at the white light in his hand.

With a slight shock, Feng Zhouzi's last remnant soul was shattered by Yang Jian, his true spirit was shattered, and he fell completely.

And because Yang Jian's shot was too domineering, Feng Zhouzi's treasure was destroyed, and none of the treasures remained, which made Yang Jian quite disappointed.

Although this method of stacking power is unparalleled, it is really regrettable that there are always no spoils after the battle.

Yang Jian thought of the spiritual light he had vaguely captured before, which seemed to be the opportunity to solve his predicament at this time.

stars...

What's the use?

Yang Jian thought about it quietly, unconsciously, two days later, Kong Xuan and Chu Qi found him, and he just returned from thinking.

Kong Xuan opened his mouth and said, "Sanfeng Kingdom has been cleaned up, what should we do with those Taisu traitors?"

"They recruited?"

"I was frightened by your shot, and I've been recruited," Kong Xuan looked up and down Yang Jian as if looking at a rare treasure, "You killed a saint, are you so calm?"

"Why, can I still jump around?" Yang Jian laughed, shook his robe, and slowly stood up, "These Taisu traitors choose a few to send back to Honghuang, and hand them over to the sages, and the others...kill them."

Kong Xuan nodded, "Why don't you charge their souls and let them atone for their mistakes?"

"Brother Kong, what crime do they have?" Yang Jian asked back, but Kong Xuan was speechless.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Cultivators are self-interested. In times of disaster, there is nothing wrong with relying on the strong. Taisu has ended, and they should go back to their own era."

"Master, does Sanfeng Nation need to move closer to Hei Ling Nation?"

"Come closer," Yang Jian nodded in agreement, looked at Chu Qi, and instructed, "Don't be impatient if you encounter such a powerful enemy again, if you are in danger, you can escape with your life."

"Yes." Chu Qi lowered his head in response, his expression a little sad.

"There is something wrong here, I will continue to go back to retreat, brother Kong, Lan'er, please help me persuade her, it will take a few years for her to recover."

"Understood, you know from the bottom of your heart that you are Lan'er Lan'er, does Feng Wu have any position?"

Yang Jian was so embarrassed that he had no choice but to leave in embarrassment, driving Mo Suo to the place where he had previously retreated.

Sensing the position of the little eagle, I found that this little guy flew a little farther, and was a little stronger than before. It should have hunted a suitable beast.

Driving Mosuo, Yang Jian was thinking all the way how to combine the two methods with the same sage, and he didn't realize that time had passed, and he had already arrived at the dark golden star.

The big formation is still there, and there is still no difference here.

After activating the spirit-gathering formation, Yang Jian hid in the middle of the formation again, spewing out phoenix true fire, and continued to burn and melt the huge dark gold stars.

Wisps of innate golden energy filled the air again, slowly rushing towards Yang Jian, and were absorbed by Yang Jian without hesitation.

At this rate, in about a hundred years, the Invincible Golden Body Jue will have a chance to become a saint; and the eighty-nine Xuangong needs to be practiced for a long time, and it also requires Yang Jian to constantly comprehend and ponder the immortal realm, which cannot be achieved simply by accumulating mana.

Unless, Yang Jian can also have a battle with the saints who practice the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu, and fully experience the holy realm of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu.

Close your eyes, turn your mind back to the incarnation of Honghuang, still in the appearance of the Bodhi ancestor, walking in the mountains for a while.

The monkey practiced spells quite hard, but what Huoyun and Qingshan 'secretly' taught were all superficial Taoism, he could control objects, control clouds, and control magic weapons, and he didn't have any really powerful supernatural powers.

The monkey was not in a hurry at this time, so Yang Jian was naturally not in a hurry. It would be beneficial and harmless for the monkey to stay in this atmosphere for a few more years to cultivate his state of mind.

He gave two more sermons in the mountains. More than two months after beheading Feng Zhouzi, a group of masters from the Black Spirit Kingdom escorted several Taisu traitors into the prehistoric world, which naturally caused an uproar.

Naturally, the story of Yang Jian beheading the 'White-robed Saint' with a single shot also followed these experts from the Black Spirit Nation, and quickly spread in the prehistoric world.

The Master Tongtian appeared, took the five Taisu traitors, and said that three days later, he would invite fellow Taoists from all walks of life to interrogate these people in Wa Palace to solve the mystery of Taisu's collapse.

Sanqing and Tianyan Daozi both naturally knew why Taisu was shattered and how it was destroyed, but when these words were spoken from their mouths, they were naturally not as convincing as those words from these Taisu's "survivors".

Of course, other arrangements will be made during these three days, so as not to make any jokes and damage the majesty of the saint.

Yang Jian's incarnation stayed quietly in Fangcun Mountain. Although these things were lively, he didn't bother to participate.

And even if he didn't show up, stories about him beheading the white-robed saint were spread everywhere in the prehistoric world; Yang Jian's deeds of beheading the saint added another level, which also gave the prehistoric monk a little more boost.

It's a pity that everyone in the world says that Yang Jian is unparalleled and invincible, but few people know how heavy the burden is on Yang Jian's shoulders at this time, and how huge the pressure is.

In Fangcun Mountain, training the monkey who just started practicing has become Yang Jian's only pleasure in practicing.

And such a quiet day, it will be several years in a flash...