The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Mirage Dragon's words can be regarded as waking up the dreamer. Yang Jian began to talk about the attack on the Eternal Kingdom of God at this time, but he did not say how to go to the Eternal God's Kingdom.

Could it be that Yang Jian didn't consider this matter?

Lao Tzu Taiqing also frowned slightly. Although the strongest may have supernatural powers beyond the reach of saints, the barriers of heaven and earth stand there...

Houtu watched the changes around Liuya's body, and said softly, "Those nine supreme beings seem to have a way to pass through the barriers of heaven and earth."

"I'll ask fellow Taoist Yang Jian about this later," Lao Tzu said in the same way, and then said no more.

Mirage Dragon glanced at Lao Tzu and asked, "Can Fellow Daoists calculate the general situation of the Eternal Divine Kingdom?"

"Difficult," Lao Tzu shook his head lightly, "the barriers of heaven and earth cannot be penetrated."

"Tai Chi Yin-Yang Dao is unpredictable, but it's the same..." Mirage Dragon murmured, without saying anything, he bowed to the two of them, and his figure floated away.

In fact, when it comes to the realm of Taoism, Laozi Taiqing is just a sage of merit and virtue, and he seems to have reached the top of his reach.

But Ruo Lun's study and understanding of Dao, Lao Tzu has reached a very terrifying level, just standing there quietly, as if he is compatible with the surrounding environment, perfectly fitting with the unintentional state of Tai Chi.

That's why Mirage asked such a question, and it is also a respect for the sage of Taiqing.

Not long after, Liuya took the elixir, and streams of cyan brilliance gushed out from around her body, wrapping her figure in it, making it impossible to see her again.

Empress Houtu was obviously a little uneasy, watching Liuya's figure, feeling all kinds of changes in Liuya in her heart.

Lao Tzu is also waiting quietly, and can take action in time when any situation arises.

Fortunately, Liu Ya's aura has been very stable, and the Dao realm has not fluctuated too strongly. It seems that she is absorbing the power of the elixir in an orderly manner, and her own Dao is slowly but firmly improved.

But becoming enlightened is that simple?

Houtu raised his hand and touched his forehead, a little sweat unconsciously appeared on it, but it was affected by Liuya's state.

At this moment, Liu Ya seemed to be in great pain, which should be a cold sweat from the pain.

As a saint, he should have a perfect heart, but at this time Houtu also felt that he could not concentrate at all, so he had to sit aside and meditate.

In fact, Hou Tu can't explain why he has such an obsession, insisting on taking a huge risk to fight for the ultimate goal.

Back then, she transformed into the Dao fruit, but it was also due to a coincidence that the heavens shook, and she used this to "falsely" reincarnate once, with that little girl who lacked luck and could not grow up.

The appearance of Liuya was not for her own cultivation.

At this time, if you insist on doing this, you probably have many reasons of your own, so you have to do it, you have to move forward.

I don't know how long it took, it should be three to five years, and a faint khaki dao rhyme floated around Houtu's body, which was the Dao of Houtu.

And separated by a layer of illusion, the light around Liuya's body completely turned into blue.

At this time, the two echoed each other from a distance, and each had an invisible ripple that spread out, and gradually resonated...

"We can't drag it on any longer."

Houtu and Liuya murmured at the same time.

"Hong Huang never owed me anything. I chose the way ahead, and I should choose the way ahead."

"Become enlightened, return to oneness, become the strongest, regain the Six Paths of Reincarnation..."

"It also saves him from having to go alone, and you and I will accompany him along the way."

Gradually, the two voices could no longer be distinguished from each other, and when the last word fell, a phantom appeared around Liuya's body.

Reincarnation?

No, this is not the mystery of the six realms of reincarnation. The mystery of reincarnation is the avenue of Houtu, and the avenue of Liuya has long been distinguished from the avenue of Houtu.

This way was born out of the womb through the power of reincarnation. It is the way of Liuya, and it is called 'running wheel'.

When she entered the realm of heaven and man, she became a heaven and man, dancing in the nine heavens;

When she entered the animal realm, she turned into a wild fox and lived in the mountains and forests;

When she entered the path of Shura, she fought bloody, stepping on boundless corpses;

She entered the human realm, hungry ghost realm, hell realm...

The phantoms of six paths walked towards Liuya at the same time, and Liuya's hands were made with extremely complicated handprints, and she incorporated these phantoms into herself.

Then, her figure flew up, and six wings of light of different colors spread out behind her, and her whole body was wrapped in an inexplicable and extremely complicated dao rhyme, and a pale yellow beam of light lit up from behind her, heading straight to the sky!

What Houtu cultivates is how to reincarnate, while Liuya cultivates 'reincarnation'.

The Chaos Clock vibrated again, and all the cultivators who practiced penance here smiled wryly.

In the short period of more than ten years in the Chaos Clock, three or four people have been sanctified one after another...

Outside the Taoist temple, Daozi Tianyan hurried back and moved Liuya's figure from the chaotic clock to the chaotic sea.

Honghuang once again showed various visions, and countless monks realized the mysterious way that runs through the world, and for a while they were somewhat confused with the way of Empress Houtu.

Inside the Chaos Clock, Houtu stood up and said, "I'm going to contact the rest of my fellow Taoists. The Jiu Poor Spring has already been arranged, so there's no need to procrastinate."

"good."

Laozi seems to always answer like this, even if there is a bit of hesitation in his eyes, he seems to want to persuade her to think more.

But the Taiqing sage was a Taiqing sage after all, so he just responded without saying a word, and just left the Chaos Bell together with Houtu.

Empress Hou Tu sent out a few jade charms, all the affairs of the prehistoric saints were suspended, and they gathered in the Taoist temple.

Taiqing Laozi, Master Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lei Zhenzi, Jieying Saints, these are the five meritorious saints;

Daozi Tianyan, Daoist Yuding, and Empress Yunxiao, these are the three Daoist saints.

Originally, Houtu had been hesitant, not knowing how to persuade Yang Jian. But at this time, Hong Huang still had three Dao sages who had just been sanctified, so there was no need to go to Yang Jian again, which saved a lot of trouble.

Nezha is a good candidate.

The Jiuzhao Spring is hidden between the heaven and the earth. When preparing for it before, several saints had already moved the Jiuzhao Spring to the void outside the Netherworld.

Nine-legged avenues appeared around the Netherworld, like nine huge pillars, about to overthrow the entire prehistoric land.

——The sea of ​​blood was originally formed only by the gathering of a few dirty springs in the Netherworld. In order to arrange a large formation, the springs at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood were temporarily moved to the periphery of the world.

Nezha took the order and was responsible for mobilizing the power of one mouthful of Jiuwuquan, but Nezha didn't know what to do. He just heard from his ancestor that the original power of Jiuwuquan should be introduced into the sea of ​​blood in the Netherworld.

This matter is naturally not difficult for the Daoist sage, and Nezha also agreed.

He was still afraid that he would make a mistake, so he pulled Zixia over to help watch.

But when the nine saints took their positions, Empress Houtu changed into a long dress, walked into the Netherworld from the clouds, opened up the sea of ​​blood, and sank into the sea of ​​blood...

"No, what is your wife going to do?"

Nezha stared and asked, then lowered his head to look at the blood-colored 'magma' below, and his hands trembled for a while.

"No way, the empress is going to use this method to break her body of a saint of merit and virtue? If the merit and virtue can be offset by the karmic fire, it is possible for the empress to take advantage of the power of the Nine Pollution Spring to go further...but this is too dangerous."

Zixia, who was right behind Nezha, muttered a few words, and Nezha could only stare for a while.

But before the two juniors could stop them, Yuanshi Tianzun said: "Fellow daoists, please take action."

The avenues in the remaining eight directions are ready to go.

"There's nothing I can do, I can't drag Master and the others back," Nezha held the fire-pointed gun, pointing the tip at the depth of the sea of ​​blood, and the rolling 'magma' below rushed towards the sea of ​​blood.

The filthy power contained in it seems to have a spirituality, showing the shape of many python poisonous insects.

At the same time, springs of blood surged in each of the nine directions of the world, and the original power surged towards the back soil in the center of the sea of ​​blood.

Houtu just lay quietly on the sea of ​​blood, his long hair loose, and he closed his eyes safely.

No matter what the consequences are, as long as you can achieve the Dao and get rid of the shackles of merit...

All worth a try!

Almost instantly, her figure was enveloped by strands of the original power of the Nine Poor Springs.

And the phantom of the six-path reincarnation disc that emerged from under her was slowly dyed blood red...

Beiju Luzhou, the land of the Wu tribe.

Yang Jian, who was drinking tea with the Great Witch Festival, paused, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was suddenly full of bitterness.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

"Sister, she is still on this road."

The great witch priest closed his eyes and meditated, then sighed quietly, and said: "The ancestors are willing to take strange risks, and there is a reason for this."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly, put down the teacup, and said, "I'm going to the Netherworld to guard."

"True Monarch walks slowly, the Witch Clan's top-to-bottom combat power is always at the disposal of the True Monarch."

"No, just recruit as I said before." Yang Jian turned his head slightly, "After all, I'm not sure that I can bring them back this time."

The great witch priest closed his eyes and sighed, Yang Jian had disappeared.

At this time, Honghuang seemed to be prosperous and prosperous. Thousands of years had made most of the creatures forget the last catastrophe.

But behind this prosperity, there are turbulent currents, whirlpools, and black holes that can engulf the prehistoric world at any time.

Whether it's Yang Jian, Houtu, who is desperately fighting at this time, or those young juniors who have just been sanctified, they are all preparing to step into this vortex...

How could the Wu clan not follow suit?

However, there is still some difference between waiting for death and sending it to death...

...

The Netherworld was shaken for seventy-seven forty-nine days, the sea of ​​blood surged continuously, and the underworld was in turmoil, but luckily no disaster occurred.

Finally, on the fiftieth day, the sea of ​​blood gradually calmed down. There were faint singing voices floating over the sea of ​​blood. In the middle of the sea of ​​blood, within a radius of thousands of miles, the blood water that was originally extremely filthy was now very clear.

A figure sat quietly on the surface of the mirror-like water, humming some sad songs, wearing a long blood-colored dress, combing three thousand black hair...

The skin is snow-white, so white that it is a bit dazzling.

Yang Jian's figure appeared beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Sister?"

"Well," the woman didn't turn around, but turned her head slightly. The faint bloodstains on that beautiful face made Yang Jian's heart ache a little.

"Don't worry about me," she smiled softly, "You can come to see me again when I and Liu Ya are united, I really don't look good right now."

Not far away, Liu Ya came on a cloud, made a salute to Yang Jian, and landed on the lake.

Yang Jian didn't know what to say or what to say, so he nodded and took a few steps back.

A faint mist floated on the lake, engulfing the figures of Liuya and Houtu, and the two roads opened up a sea of ​​blood, conflicting and entangled with each other.

PS: At the end of the day, I get used to caving, and I have a headache...