The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the Huaguoshan battle, the vitality of the Yaozu was seriously injured. Several ancestors of the Yaozu were shocked to death by Yang Jian's seal. Out of the hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers gathered by the Yaozu, only a few monkey spirits survived on Huaguoshan.

These monkey spirits were saved by the Buddhist sect who deliberately appeared in front of the six friends of Meishan in order to prevent Sun Wukong from going crazy in the future.

The so-called opportunity for the revival of the demon clan has been completely wiped out under the joint efforts of Yang Jian and Tianting, and the method used by Tianting is still the most direct and cruel.

Not an inch of grass is left.

Almost overnight, the monster race that had started to rise gradually in the Three Realms was knocked out of most of its wings by the Thunder from Heaven.

All the masters of the Yaozu could only hide in the underground Demon City, defending it firmly, and the Heavenly Court did not send a large army to sweep it. This allowed the Yaozu to barely survive, and would not be completely wiped out.

In fact, the monster race cannot be completely destroyed. If those birds and beasts practice, they can all become monster races.

However, if the monster clan above the immortality level is slaughtered at this time, the inheritance of the monster clan will suffer a fatal blow, the legend of the big monster will no longer exist, and the monster clan will also enter a long blank period...

There are two doubts in this, so Yang Jian has to think more.

First, Empress Nuwa has always been protecting the Yaozu. Why did Empress Nuwa not say a word during the battle at Huaguo Mountain, and even gave the demon banner to the ancestor of Yaozu before that?

Second, the Jade Emperor chased and killed the Yaozu all over the Three Realms, why did he keep the last force of the Yaozu? Isn't this a hidden danger?

But what is certain is that the Jade Emperor's actions this time have the permission of the sage master behind him, or simply a few sages have overall control, and the Jade Emperor is just a chess piece in place of the sage.

Yang Jian was also slightly unable to understand the various calculations after the catastrophe of Journey to the West. He remembered the first meeting with Tianyan Daozi in the Chaos Clock.

Back then, Xi He, the third person in the Demon Court, was still in the Chaos Clock, controlled by Tianyan Daozi;

Tian Yan Daozi once said about the role of Xi He at that time - if the Demon Court Demon Emperor reappears, Xi He will be the bargaining chip to contain the opponent.

Before knowing the existence of the strongest, Yang Jian could only understand the catastrophe that Tianyan Daozi said as "the catastrophe of death and resurrection".

In this way, the ancient demon emperor Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun were likely to have been 'resurrected' by the most powerful men hiding under the Nether Stream in the North Sea, and after the saints found out about this, they directly made the decision to exterminate the demon clan.

It is true that the monster clan cannot stay, otherwise, with the status and prestige of the two demon kings among the monster clan, they will show up from the North Sea and raise their arms, and the monster clan of the three realms will definitely join in desperately.

But since it is going to be exterminated, why leave behind the strongest demon clan force?

Yang Jian didn't know much about it, and didn't have the time to think about it.

With Master Sanqing and Daozi Tianyan around, Yang Jian is actually quite at ease about the various changes that have taken place in Honghuang.

Sun Wukong will be in the gossip furnace for more than 40 days. In the prehistoric period, the turmoil caused by the monster clan has been smoothed out step by step, and Nanzhou has not been greatly affected from the beginning to the end.

On the second day after Yang Jian returned to the Black Spirit Kingdom, he went for a walk in Xuandu City.

This time, there was no clear purpose, and it was just a visit to friends, chatting with Liuli Treasure Lord and Xue Sheng Can Ling a few times, discussing Taoism and practice.

Although he has not yet become a saint, Yang Jian is already standing on the threshold of a great saint. If he takes a small step forward, he will be able to achieve the status of a saint, and he can already share his practice experience with these saints who have helped him a lot.

In fact, Yang Jian wanted to go under the Xinhai Boundary Monument for a while, but after discussing the matter with Liuli Treasure Master in detail, he gave up this idea again.

Needless to say, if you go on rashly, you will be in danger. The most terrible consequence is that Yang Jian lost to the trapped strongest man, and after being swallowed by the strongest man, the strongest man has the strength to escape from the predicament, bringing real disasters to the prehistoric world.

Without being very sure, Yang Jian must not take risks easily, although the most powerful person has all the truth that Yang Jian wants to know.

Remnant spirits could not leave the saint's tomb, so Yang Jian stayed here for a few days, so that the Invincible Golden Body Art had no worries.

Next, Yang Jian retreated in Xuandu City, trying to comprehend the eighth stage of the Eighth Nine Xuangong.

Although such hard work and absurd living are almost the same, and the cultivation level is almost the same, but such a quiet practice, Yang Jian's heart is more stable, he will not feel that he is lazy, and he will not feel that he has sunk in the gentleness of the three wives.

Now is not the time to live absurdly.

"Eighty-Nine Profound Art..."

Yang Jian sighed, with a little depression in his eyes.

If the eighty-nine profound arts were not destroyed by Taoist Qianhong, the ninth chapter would still be there, and I could use it as a reference for my current practice, and maybe I could stand in front of the gate of the holy realm earlier.

Now, Yang Jian's left hand has been clasped on the gate of becoming a sage by the Unbeaten Golden Body Art, and his right hand is about to touch the gate of becoming a sage by Bajiu Xuan Gong.

Pushing open these two gates at the same time, Yang Jian may be torn apart by the two avenues, or he may be able to embark on an unprecedented road.

Xeon Realm.

"How did Dubi cultivate to the peak of the strongest state?"

Yang Jian asked himself, examining the incomplete memory he had obtained, and finally could only shake his head slightly.

In all the memories of Dubi, there is no process and understanding of the practice back then...

Perhaps to Dubi, the process of practicing is not an important matter, so there is not too much detail in his memory.

Today's Yang Jian has gradually realized what it means to be "difficult to cultivate the Tao" and what is the "difficulty" to become a saint.

The eighth stage of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art, where is the limit of the Immortal Xuanhuang Physique? If you don't break through the limit, will you have a chance to step into the Saint Realm?

There were a few more questions floating in his mind, and Yang Jian sat in the ruins with his chin resting on his hands, unable to calm down for a while.

There are more than 40 days before Sun Wukong will be out of trouble, why don't he rush to practice and go back to spend more time with the three wives?

Forget it, it's not like they don't have nothing to do. The huge Hei Ling Kingdom needs them to take care of it. It's a bit disgusting to make trouble without helping.

Yang Jian chuckled, and just waited for the monkey to come out of the gossip furnace.

After waiting for less than half a month, Yang Jian's mood gradually returned to normal, and he began to practice with his eyes closed again, comprehending all the mysteries of the eighth level of the Eighth Nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

Waiting left and right, Yang Jian didn't wait for the chaos in the heavenly court and the upheaval in the Tushi Palace, but he waited for a piece of news that made him more excited.

The back mountain of Kunlun Mountain has been strange in recent days. From time to time, the sky is full of rays of light, or the sky is full of colorful clouds, auspicious beasts gather and go, unicorns accompany each other, and fairy deer turn around.

And everywhere in the back of Kunlun Mountain, there is a clear mist. The monks who have not yet become immortals can greatly improve their skills when they smell this mist.

In the first two days, no one knew why. They all said that Kunlun Mountain was originally the ashram of the Sanqing sages, so there was such a vision.

But as a piece of news spread with the wind, the heavens, the world, the five continents, and the three thousand worlds all shook together.

Fuxi deduced that all these visions are due to the appearance of a new saint between heaven and earth; that is, after Empress Houtu, another new saint is about to usher in the prehistoric world!

When Yang Jian's incarnation heard the news, many immortals had gathered near Kunlun Mountain to observe the unprecedented feat of the birth of a saint.

But the back mountain of Kunlun Mountain has been restricted by heaven, no one can get close to it, and can only absorb some fairy mist floating out of the back mountain of Kunlun Mountain.

Who is the new saint?

Some immortals said it was Yang Jian, others said it was Guang Chengzi, and some said it was an ancient power who had never participated in any catastrophe in the world, so his reputation was not well known.

But gradually, the monks became more and more convinced that the one who was about to become a saint here was crushed under the Qilin Cliff...

Real person Yuding.

Except for Yang Jian, most of the others were a little bit dissatisfied while they were thankful that Honghuang had an additional power to deal with the disaster.

Kunpeng, who is full of evil, has a chance to become a saint, but the vast majority of monks who practice honestly can't even enter the quasi-sacred realm.

Yang Jian's avatar came first, and after a few hours, his real body also turned back from the sea of ​​chaos again, and stood above the back mountain of Kunlun, silently guarding the gate for his master.

In the land of Beihai, the Great Master Xuandu, who has been sleeping lazily, rarely shows up, ordering all ministries not to be careless, and if there is any change in the Nether Gap, report it to himself and the other great powers in time.

All over the netherworld, remnant souls roar, true spirits flicker, the waves in the Santu River surge, and flowers grow in clusters beside the Wangxiang Terrace.

The most obvious vision of heaven and earth, besides Kunlun Mountain, is the Heavenly Court.

For thirty-three days, the sky was filled with rays of light everywhere, and the Xingjun mansions were surrounded by stars, and every corner of the heavenly court was filled with aura of pure spirit.

In this way, another half month passed.

Yang Jian, who was standing alone in the sky above the back of Kunlun Mountain, was hundreds of feet away, and the disciples of the three religions had gathered together. Although most of the disciples of Jiejiao and Chanjiao still had prejudices against each other, they were all peaceful at this time, and no one made any noise.

Daoist Master Yuding is about to become a saint, and the Taoist sect is about to become one of the four sages, and this is also the first direct disciple of the second generation of the Taoist sect to achieve the status of a Daoist sage.

Even if Master Yuding's footsteps made people care a little bit, but there was Sanqing as a guarantee for Master Yuding before, and there would be no mistakes.

When was the eighth surviving sage in the prehistoric world born?

This, even a few sage masters are a little uncertain. After all, the prehistoric years have come, and there are very few breakthroughs in the Dao Saint realm. This situation is actually the first time in the prehistoric.

——When Tianyan Daozi broke through, it was in a place that no one knew, and it was also under the cover of the Chaos Clock.

After waiting for another half a month, Yang Jian, who had been guarding directly above Qilin Cliff, suddenly made a slight movement.

He looked down at the thick fog below his eyes.

Although this movement was small, it attracted the minds of countless monks. Immortals in the sky and on the ground, densely packed, watched this place nervously, and they all wanted to find their own opportunities when the Great Dao Saint was sanctified.

But Yang Jian just lowered his head and glanced, recovered as before, stood there and waited quietly.

Suddenly, Yang Jian heard a sigh coming from beside his ear, his mind flickered slightly, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

As if the primordial spirit had come out of the body, or half-dream and half-awake, Yang Jian's body hadn't moved, but his mind was pulled into a quiet and empty valley...