The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The six paths rotate, and the creatures are orderly.

The six realms of reincarnation, the true spirit reciprocates.

Two avenues that are similar but not the same, two rhymes that gradually overlap.

In the middle of the sea of ​​blood, the two figures seemed to be gradually merging in the midst of the glow, ghosts were crying from all over the nether world, and shocking waves were set off at the edge of the sea of ​​blood.

Yin and Yang reversed from time to time, and the power of heaven was directly forced back to the land of blood sea.

Yehuo turned into white snakes, spinning continuously around the two figures. Under the calm lake, a six-path samsara disc dripping blood was slowly rising.

Correspondingly, countless phantoms formed from the sky.

The phantoms overlap, and under the traction of the power of the six samsaras, they go back to the source and gradually merge into one.

In addition, the four jade hands of the two figures standing facing each other were pressed together, as if there was a shallow mirror in them.

"To you."

"To one."

It was unclear whether it was Houtu's or Liuya's voice that sounded one after another, two stars-like rays of light rose slowly, and the Netherworld began to turmoil and collapse everywhere.

Yang Jian, who was standing not far away, waved his sleeves, and the golden shields that were so weak that they were almost invisible stood up, directly suppressing the surrounding area, and the Netherworld quickly returned to peace.

After a while, that soft humming sound floated over the sea of ​​blood again.

The voice of Yuanshi Tianzun came: "Jiu Di Quan returns to his place."

The nine sages acted together, pulling the nine dirty springs back to their original positions in the heaven and the earth.

Nezha stared into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and couldn't help but ask: "If that's the case, should the person who appears later be considered as Fellow Liuya, or Empress Houtu?"

"Madam Houtu," Zixia said with some uncertainty, "but I heard from Master that Liuya is actually the reincarnation of Empress Houtu. Although the coexistence of the previous life and this life is somewhat elusive, the root of everything should still be Empress Houtu."

"Okay, but I always feel that Fellow Daoist Liuya and Empress Houtu are not the same person. In this way, it is..."

Nezha paused for a while, but he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere above the sea of ​​blood was a little dull.

Yang Jian looked down at the mirror-like surface of the water, which reflected his face and figure. At some point, the corners of his brows became more vicissitudes, and he no longer had the spirit of his youth.

It's almost the end of it all.

"Yang Jian?"

A soft call came from the side, and when Yang Jian looked up, he saw a woman in a light purple dress, with her hands behind her back, walking towards him step by step.

Familiar faces, familiar eyes, but a little unfamiliar atmosphere.

She is slender and slender, with long hair hanging down her waist, and her skin is like snow, she seems to exude a kind of purity from her bones.

"What should I call you? Sister or Liuya?" Yang Jian asked as calmly as possible.

"Qingqing," she stood in front of Yang Jian, two feet away, her skirt fluttering slightly.

The two white and tender calves were side by side, and she tiptoed slightly, and raised her hand to draw the height difference between her and Yang Jian.

Yang Jian murmured: "Qingqing..."

"Well, Qingqing," her eyes were like water, and her words were very soft, "When will I leave? I still have some things to explain in the underworld, and I need to spend some time to consolidate my realm."

"Twenty years from now."

Yang Jian said the time casually. He had clearly said that it would be one or two hundred years of preparation time, but Yang Jian was really afraid of the words "later makes changes, nights are long and dreams are many".

It's still a joy to cut the mess with a sharp knife.

"Enough," Qing Qing chuckled, and suddenly moved towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's heart was a little messy, and he didn't know whether he should hide or not.

But all in all, before the catastrophe, Liu Ya was given a memory before the catastrophe, and Liu Ya also survived the catastrophe, and now Liu Ya and Houtu have turned into Qing Qing, how can he refuse.

Everything seemed to be just right, she stood on tiptoe slightly, wrapped her hands around Yang Jian's waist, and hugged him quietly.

Yang Jian raised his hands, lowered them, raised them again, and gently embraced the jade woman in his arms.

"Why do you bother?" Yang Jian's voice was a little low,

"It's not bitter, this is my wish, I just take this opportunity to satisfy my own private thoughts," Qing Qing slightly pushed Yang Jian away, and said, "Even if you wanted to die in the past, someone should help you tidy up the corpse."

Yang Jian suddenly smiled bitterly, "May I look forward to it?"

"Then," Qingqing said with a light smile, putting her hands behind her back, "At the end of the story, we will survive together, just like at the beginning, everything is just you and me."

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, Qing Qing's figure accompanied by a silver bell-like chuckle, gradually drifted away on the lake, and then disappeared.

Qing Qing.

This is the name given to Liuya by Empress Nuwa, and it is also the name of Liuya after she and Houtu merged into one body at this time.

She was pushed up to the strongest realm by relying on two avenues, just like a virtuous sage compared to a sage of the avenue, but at least, she is also the second strongest in the prehistoric world, and she can also participate in the next real battle.

Yang Jian examined the complicated thoughts in his heart, and he didn't know how to face Qing Qing.

But all in all, the matter has come to this point, he has to take responsibility, and he should take more responsibility.

"Everyone," Yang Jian bowed to the nine saints outside the sky, "Twenty years later, a big event will happen, please prepare early."

Lao Tzu suddenly asked: "How to get there?"

Yang Jian said: "The road has already been found, and it is not difficult."

"good."

Lao Tzu nodded slightly, and all the saints bowed and disappeared together.

Only Zixia stayed behind, looked at Yang Jian with a half-smile, and called out a few words of master with a smile.

"I want to go back to accompany your mistress and the others, where are you going?"

"I'll go and play with Aunt Xiao Chan'er for a few years, and then I'll wander around the wilderness."

"Let's go," Yang Jian waved, and the figures of the two gradually disappeared into nothingness.

The sea of ​​blood, the place where countless years of filth have accumulated, has left a clear lake in the very center.

It's a pity that only Shura can enjoy such a wonderful scene.

...

In the past twenty years, Yang Jian has regarded himself as the last twenty years in the wild.

To be honest, he didn't think that he would be able to escape unscathed this time; but in one's life, there are some things that must be done, and some things must be tried.

Even if he knows that the road ahead is difficult, and he knows that he is close to death.

Even if there is some fear in my heart, if I don’t try, how will I know that I can’t do it?

If you just live in peace, how can you fight for that chance of survival?

Originally, it was only a few decades, but how long has it been now?

Embracing a picturesque wife, admiring the sunset in the western sky, listening to the silk and bamboo fairy music from the palace not far away, there are actually not many regrets in this life.

Twenty years, to monks, is like a fleeting moment.

Hong Huang is densely arranging something, but apart from a few saints and many great powers, no one knows exactly what they are doing.

Those who went with Yang Jian on this trip already had a combat power that exceeded the limit of the original prehistoric world.

A supreme being, Qingqing.

The six Dao sages are Tianyan Daozi, Yuding Daoist, Yunxiao, Nezha, Zixia, and the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

Hundreds of quasi-sages, including almost all the ancient powers of the prehistoric.

Thousands of Daluo, more than 20,000 golden immortals.

But in Tianwai, almost all the masters of the spirit race were withdrawn. This is the selfishness of Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan. They only hope that they can have a little more combat power, so that their husband can have more chances to survive.

In fact, in the second year, these combat powers had been gathered outside the sky, and they were secretly stationed in a ferocious beast warship.

But at home, Yang Jian encountered several headaches.

The three wives wanted to give up their lives to follow each other, one was more determined than the other, and they were afraid that Yang Jian would not take them with them. When accompanying Yang Jian, they performed all kinds of stunts in turn, which made Zhenjun Erlang helpless for a while.

Just go, beautiful women accompany you, and you will die without regret.

Compared with the three wives, the other two in the family are extremely 'virtuous'. Yang Jian doesn't have to worry too much since his mother and Xiao Chan'er are going to live in seclusion in Nanfang Buzhou.

This is much more sensible.

That is, Yang Jianqian reminded Wanwan that if Xiaochan wants to find a husband-in-law, she should not rush for tens of thousands of years, and wait for him to come back to check.

With Xiao Tiangou guarding secretly, Meishan six friends taking care of her, and Chu Qian, Ting Lan, Cui Zhu and others offering advice, it should be difficult to make Xiao Chan'er suffer.

Bai Ze is also going to go to the Eternal Kingdom of God together. Although this old man is not good at fighting, he has the supernatural power to avoid disaster and seek good fortune, so he can be a guide for Yang Jian.

Ao Tianying accompanied him, but Ao Tianying was completely unable to play a role in the face of Xeon. Instead, he was handed over to Ao Xinke by Yang Jian, so that this little guy who could sneak attack the Dao Saint would protect his backyard.

Everything is arranged properly, and then it seems that only absurdity remains.

Warm pavilions, palaces, fairy pavilions in the mountains.

Yang Jian and the three wives are inseparable, but Yang Jian always carries a hope.

If the three of them could conceive, he would have reason to let them stay in Honghuang.

Moreover, Yang Jian saw a little bit of "death will" accumulated in his mother, which means that the heart is dead, and he is really worried...

However, even if he kept working hard, he still couldn't get what he wanted.

Year after year, the plum blossoms in Meishan bloomed nineteen times, but the world did not know when, the news that Yang Jian was going to conquer the eternal kingdom of God spread.

Originally, Yang Jian had repeatedly told him to keep it secret, but the news spread like wildfire, which really made people dumbfounded.

The reason for keeping it secret is that there are spies from the Eternal God Kingdom in the Great Desolation...

But now, no matter what, the news spread, and it could only spread.

It is said that a certain Taoist sage was drinking and drunk in the heavenly court, and he did not shut the door, and said this, and then a fat marshal of the heavenly court opened his broken voice and spread it everywhere in the nine heavens and ten places.

All of a sudden, the crowd surged, and everywhere in Honghuang was full of shouts to follow Zhenjun Erlang and kill him for revenge.

However, the sage's message fell, so that all living beings had to be quiet.

In order to avoid sacrifices in vain, only 10,000 monks whose cultivation base is higher than the Golden Immortal were selected; in this way, another batch of masters joined the expeditionary army.

Everything is in order, and there are still three months until the time for the expedition.

Kong Xuan, Chu Qi, and Ao Fangtian, the three "leaders" of the spiritual masters, came to Meishan to "gather", Qingqing and Yunxiao also came to Meishan to wait.

And Yang Jian, who was supposed to start to calm down for the war, was still "willing to take risks" and dragged his three wives to linger for a few days.

This time, what Yang Jian didn't expect was that there was finally a movement in the waist of a lady who couldn't hold it.

It was Xiao Lan who was also a human race.

At his level, if his wife is pregnant, it can be confirmed within two or three days.

After confirming again and again that Xiao Lan was pregnant, the whole family celebrated with joy, but Xiao Lan burst into tears and demolished half of a palace.

But she never dared to give up her pregnancy and follow Yang Jian desperately. For the next three months, she could only cry every day.

The mother-in-law and sister-in-law, who were going to live in seclusion, didn't mention anything about living in seclusion. They took Xiao Lan to live with her in the back mountain, and naturally took care of her in every possible way.

You can give birth if you are pregnant in October, but now, it has only been eighty or ninety days since Yang Jian left Honghuang.

All the sages advised Yang Jian to stay for another year or so, but Yang Jian still insisted on following the original plan and no longer delay.

He is also afraid, afraid that if there is one more concern in his heart, he is afraid that he will shrink back when he should fight desperately...