The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The body structure of the witch race is similar to that of the human race, but the body of the witch race has been hundreds of times stronger than that of the human race since birth.

They were originally a clan born for war, formed from the blood of Pangu, and were given the mission of protecting the prehistoric world. The twelve ancestor witches of the year joined forces to display the great formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals to reappear Pangu's real body. How overbearing was that.

Unfortunately, it was arranged by Qianhong.

Yang Jian has always had some respect for the Wu Clan, so far he has finally been able to carry out the major event he has planned for many years.

Da Ang is still the "experiment subject" that does his part, and the spiritual core to be transplanted to him is a spiritual core left by a quasi-sacred chaotic spirit clan, which is also in line with Da Ang's own strength.

The principle is very simple, that is, to fuse the spiritual core with the physical body of the Wu clan, so that the spiritual core can play its original role, and strengthen the physical body and soul of the Wu clan...

The primordial spirit of the Wu Clan is called the Wu Soul, which is somewhat similar to the soul of a mortal, but it is naturally dispersed in the body of the Wu Clan.

This point is similar to the eighth stage of the eighth-nine mysterious art, the indestructible body achieved after the complete fusion of the physical body and the primordial spirit... After all, they are all the brainchild of God Pangu, and this commonality may be the main reason why the Wu clan was defeated by Qianhong.

In other words, Yang Jian personally transplanted the spiritual cores for the children of the Wu clan, which was also a 'shortcut' for him to realize the eighth level of the Eighth Nine Mysterious Kungfu through an alternative method.

If you can accomplish multiple things with one stone, you should do more.

"Yang, no, no...Second Master!"

When Da Ang was pressed down on the stone platform by Yang Jian with one hand, six arms held Yang Jian's arm behind his back, and the word 'counseling' was written on the shoehorn's face.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Relax, it will be fine soon."

While speaking, Yang Jian took the spirit core from the side with his right hand, injected a burst of profound energy into the spirit core, and checked whether there was still the soul power of the original chaotic creature in the spirit core.

At the same time, Yang Jian's left hand rested on Da Ang's chest, and traces of profound energy slowly wrapped Da Ang like a grid.

The body mystery of the Wu clan was unreservedly revealed in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and stood there quietly for half an hour. When Da Ang couldn't help dozing off, he finally made the next move.

Slowly raising his left hand, Yang Jian drew a complicated circular formation on Daang's chest with his sword fingers together, and then the formation slowly fell, branded on Daang's chest, and penetrated towards his somewhat dark skin.

Staring with big eyes, the whole person tensed up, but under Yang Jian's pressure, he couldn't shake at all.

"Don't shout, stand up."

Yang Jian reprimanded in a low voice, Da Ang immediately gritted his teeth, veins popped up on his already unattractive face, and strands of hair that was not too vigorous also fell down.

The spirit core floated over and landed on the formation in front of Da Ang's chest, making the formation shine instantly!

Da Ang finally let out a long sigh of relief at this moment, but before he could completely relax, his whole body trembled again. The unimaginable torture almost made him grit his teeth.

"Don't shout, the effect will be greatly reduced if you lose your vitality."

Yang Jian instructed in a low voice, and quickly made palm prints with both hands, hitting Da Ang's whole body.

Streams of profound energy strengthened Da Ang's already strong physical body, smashing the two powerful forces that clashed in Da Ang's body abruptly, and then slowly condensed the two forces.

This is completely a process of sublimation, and it seems to be opening up a path that the Wu people have never tried.

Even, this should be a situation that the Great God Pan Gu never considered.

And the principle of this formation and transplanting the spiritual core was brought out by the Great Master Xuandu...

At this time, Yang Jian felt more and more that Master Xuandu and Master were two completely different monks.

Xuandu He tends to study all kinds of weird methods, from the method of controlling the spirit race to the method of spiritual core transplantation at this time. If it is said that the master of Xuandu did not catch some creatures to do research, Yang Jian would not believe it.

But this does not affect Yang Jian's admiration for Xuan Dusheng.

On the other hand, Yuding is a more 'traditional' cultivator who followed the steps step by step, explored a known path, and wandered through life and death dozens of times but refused to turn back.

Both the master and the master uncle are among the strongest monks under the prehistoric saints. In comparison, Yang Jian naturally admires his master more.

Da Ang rolled his eyes and passed out.

Yang Jian slowly reduced the strength of each slap, constantly controlling the delicate balance in Da Ang's body.

Because the balance is broken, Da Ang can be seriously injured in an instant...

On the city wall, Puppet Fourteen tilted his head and watched this side, as if he was quite interested in what Yang Jian was doing.

Many Wu Clan disciples also stood up and looked at this place, while the Wugui Witch stood nervously aside, naturally wanting to help Da Ang when he couldn't hold on anymore.

Yang Jian never thought that it would take a whole day and night to transform a great witch with such strength as Da Ang.

When he took half a step back, the man lying on the stone table had changed drastically.

The six arms have disappeared, and there are only two thick arms. The fighting body of the Wu Clan seems to be closer to that of the Human Clan.

But this is not Yang Jian's handwriting, but Da Ang's own changes. It seems that this Wu Clan body is getting closer to the innate Dao body.

On Daang's chest was a light blue formation imprint, most of a spiritual core was embedded in his flesh and blood, and the other half was exposed, exuding some kind of powerful dao rhyme.

In addition, the biggest change is probably becoming bald...

Yang Jian pointed his fingers at the top of Da Ang's head, the latter shivered, his eyes opened, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

With a strange cry, Da Ang jumped up. Fortunately, Yang Jian quickly grabbed a long robe and fell on his waist.

"Hahaha! My body is full of strength now! Hahahaha! I, Daang, will be invincible one day!"

The witch ghost and the witch turned black immediately, and Da Ang yelled loudly, wanting to punch the ground, but suddenly remembered that this was in Xuandu City, an important place of Taoism, so he could only withdraw his fist.

Pretty frustrating kind.

A body full of strength, with explosive muscles all over, and every move seems to be able to evoke some kind of wonderful Taoist rhyme.

Da Ang leaned in front of Yang Jian and smiled, apparently wanting to exchange ideas with Yang Jian, but when he got to the point of speaking, he was coaxed by Wu Gui's murderous gaze.

"Second Master, give me a punch!"

Yang Jian suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that there would be such unreasonable demands these days.

"Then you stand still."

Yang Jian rolled up his sleeves casually, wrapped the robe around his waist tightly, then squatted down, and with a low shout, he showed a six-armed body, and the six arms formed a firm shield wall in front of him.

Taking a left step forward, Yang Jian took a lunge, his clenched left fist didn't seem to have much strength, and he pushed it in front of Da Ang normally.

"Second Master, you..."

Before he could utter the word force, the front of Yang Jian's fist trembled suddenly, and Qian Kun was squeezed out layers of ripples, and Yang Jian's left fist chiseled through these ripples, and hit the point where Da Ang's arms met.

boom!

Da Ang's figure flew out directly, his six arms were swaying weakly like kelp, his whole body made a strange sound, and directly hit the large light wall covering the Xuandu City, was bounced back mercilessly by the light wall, and fell vertically to the corner of the city wall.

Yang Jian clapped his hands, looked at the Wu clan masters of the same generation as Da Ang beside the stone platform, and said with a smile, "Next."

Several witch men and women trembled at the same time, each with a wry smile, and took the initiative to move forward.

The witch ghost used the magical power of shrinking the ground to an inch, and lifted the half-dead Da Ang back.

I don't know if I don't check, but after checking Da Ang's situation a little bit, Wu Gui was relieved, and was even more shocked by Yang Jian's punch just now.

Da Ang didn't seem to be seriously injured, the 'mana' everywhere in his body was beaten to nothing...

I don't know how Yang Jian did it, but this punch has given Da Ang a lot of benefits, at least it can make Da Ang's foundation more solid, and there will be no mistakes in his future practice.

"Second Master, take a rest," the witch advised softly.

Yang Jian waved his hand, and without saying anything, began to choose a compatible spirit core for the witch woman lying on the stone platform.

With the experience given by Da Ang, Yang Jian was much more familiar with the way the second time he started, and this time he completed the transplant in only three or four hours.

The subsequent speed is also gradually accelerating, from three or four hours to two hours, and in the next half an hour, a spiritual core left by a quasi-holy chaotic creature can be transplanted. Yang Jian is more and more handy, and he doesn't feel tired at all.

With the study of the Wu Clan's combat body, Yang Jian seems to be opening a door.

Although he still had half a step to get to this door, he raised his hand at this moment and was able to push the door open a gap...

With continuous research and comprehension, the gap is getting wider and wider.

Eighty-nine Xuangong mentality and the battle body of the great witch of the witch clan confirm each other. How to condense the eighth-level Xuanhuang body and how to quickly sublimate it is no longer a confusion for Yang Jian.

God Pangu has pointed out the road for him!

Although Yang Jian didn't know how to break through the limit of the seventh layer at this time, he suddenly had a glimmer of inspiration through the "conception" of the Immortal Xuanhuang Physique.

It seems that the word Guihong has another meaning.

When Yang Jian began to transplant spiritual cores for the children of the Wu clan, because the physical strength of these children of the Wu clan was not as strong as that of the big witches, it took almost half a stick of incense to perfectly transplant one.

Guihong... Guihong...

Why is it important to use the word "Guihong" in the seventh name of the Bajiu Xuangong?

Gui Hong is Gui Yan. Originally, Yang Jian thought that this was Pangu God's longing for the Tai Su world, but now, Yang Jian suddenly felt that this was not right.

If Gui Hongjing wants to break through the limit of Dzogchen, it seems that he has to start with the word 'gui'.

Yang Jian's understanding of the Bajiu Xuangong suddenly gushed out, as if a mouthful of spiritual springs appeared, and a gurgling stream connected these spiritual springs together.

Epiphany.

Yang Jian had two minds, in order not to interrupt the epiphany, and not to harm the witch girl in front of him, half of his mind sank into the epiphany.

Finally, after spending three times as long, Yang Jian transplanted the spirit core for the witch girl, and immediately closed her eyes.

An obscure and mysterious aura diffused from around Yang Jian's body, sweeping in all directions.

At that moment, the eyes of the witch ghost and the witch were wide open, and the children of the Wu clan couldn't help being stunned.

Return to...

What is it?

ego?

Don't you just stand here, what else do you want to return?

Then, before I became the dying boy lying on the broken kang, did I ever exist in this world earlier and longer before?

Has the long river of true spirits flowing between being and nothing ever left behind his light?

Even if it is only a drop, weak and short-lived, did he exist in the eternal time, before the endless years?

Where did he come from, from a world dreamed up by a saint in the dying moment of ages ago?

if there ever existed...

So, no matter where you are, no matter where you are, can you return?

Can you come back?

Can you come back?

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. No one could see what he saw at this moment. It was a long river rushing in the sea of ​​chaos, ignoring all obstacles, rushing towards Yang Jian!

Mayfly dies at night;

Longevity Dao fruit suspension;

eternal age;

A hundred times difficult soul peace;

Seek the road of immortality now;

want to find space;

This Hong is like a fleeting shadow;

Self-return is difficult to cover.

Within the 'being', one era after another is constantly being destroyed, so who was he in these eras and before these eras?

If the true spirit is immortal, the river of true spirit will run through all these endless years. Can the imprint that was left before come back now?

Can I come back...

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes again, but the universe around him suddenly became blurred and invisible, as if Yang Jian's whole body suddenly disappeared.

In the saint's tomb, afterimages appeared on the only path in Xinhai Realm, looking towards the exit.

In the corner across the city wall, the puppet maker suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the wall.

Honghuang, Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Yang Jian's incarnation suddenly melted from the ice and snow, and the real Yuding, who was deducing the method of fellow practitioners, suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened!

An inexplicable dao rhyme wrapped around one-third of Yang Jian's soul, and under the gaze of Yuding, it disappeared in a blink of an eye; this scene happened in the black spirit world at the same time, and the avatar disappeared completely strangely, which made Ao Xinke panicked.

At this moment, Yang Jian really disappeared in the 'tangible realm', without breath, without imprint, even though many witches knew that Yang Jian was standing there, they couldn't see, couldn't see clearly...

There was a soft humming sound from nowhere, as if a faint light gathered from nowhere, but everything seemed to be as usual, except that Yang Jian was missing...

"What, what's wrong?"

"Shut up! Don't act rashly, protect the law for the second master."

The witch said in a voice, and all the witches turned into clay sculptures, and dared not move there.