The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The strongest, the only realm above a saint, is also the true end that monks can reach.

Yang Jian had imagined the posture and appearance of the most powerful person many times before, and even thought that it should be an existence between Tao and reality, and there might be many dharma entwining himself, but he really didn't expect...

The other party is more like an ordinary monk than a saint.

This is not a simple return to basics, but that the realm of the strongest has surpassed Yang Jian. There are too many realms at this time, and Yang Jian can't see the tip of the iceberg of the strongest.

Yang Jian can't see, hear, comprehend, or comprehend the power of the strongest at this time, so he can only see one side of the ninth strongest, which is still the 'one side' that Yang Jian can understand.

If Yang Jian has already entered the realm of saints, he may be able to fully feel the terror of the people in front of him at this time.

Of course, this is also related to Yang Jian being in a dream at this time.

Once you dream of entering the nether world, you will meet the ninth person.

Yang Jian really wanted to point the nose at this man and scold him out of the righteousness of life, but when he got to his mouth, he could only refute a few words, but he couldn't really speak.

This is respect for the strong, no matter how the opponent is a strong person, he is always a strong person.

The other party's solicitation is actually a recognition of Yang Jian; Yang Jian's stern rejection is also his insistence on his bottom line.

This position cannot be changed.

The conversation broke down, and the Ninth Supreme already had the intention of seeing off the guests, but Yang Jian didn't know how to get out of this dream.

Just at this time, the surrounding light and shadow suddenly changed, and a ray of fairy light came from the mysterious sky, turning into several slim fairies, hovering around the two of them with laughter.

The ninth strongest just watched quietly, thought for a while, and showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through the details of the dream.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, watched the changes around him with some confusion. At this time, he was a little passive, and he didn't know what would happen next...

Looking at the situation like this, the owner of this dream is about to appear?

The Ninth Supreme laughed softly, and said calmly: "I never thought that there would be such a strange person in Honghuang, why don't you show up and meet them? You seem to have similar supernatural powers to an old man in this seat."

Yang Jian couldn't help raising his eyebrows, obviously this dream had nothing to do with the Ninth Xeon, who was also dragged into this dream.

Could it be that Master Uncle really...

A cloud of mist suddenly floated in front of my eyes, and the mist condensed into sixteen characters in four rows and four columns. The strange thing is that, from the perspective of both the ninth Xeon and Yang Jian, these sixteen characters are all positive.

'Dreams have illusions and realities, and worlds have virtual reality. All things have spirits, why bother to exhaust them. '

"Heh...haha, hahahaha!"

The Ninth Supreme suddenly raised his head with his hands behind his back and laughed a lot. There was a lot of sarcasm in his smile, "It's just that you have similar supernatural powers. You shouldn't be my old friend. Such words are really ridiculous. You are just a frog in a well. You don't know the whole picture of the visible world, and you pretend to be righteous. It's really ridiculous."

Yang Jian murmured for a while, apparently the owner of the dream brought him here to 'make peace' with the ninth Xeon.

Although this kind of thinking is a bit ridiculous, but if you think about it carefully, if you can really persuade the other party to give up the conquest, it can also avoid the loss of life.

It's just that it would be too embarrassing for Yang Jian to lower his posture and make a petition.

Yang Jian made up his mind that he would not let down the kindness of the dream master, as this was a negotiation between the two armies before the battle.

"The visible realm you mentioned should also include the Eternal Kingdom of God."

"Naturally, this chaotic sea where Honghuang is located is just a corner of the visible world. There is a wider world outside, but you have no chance to step out."

Yang Jian said indifferently: "Isn't this caused by a senior who opened the sea of ​​chaos?"

The Ninth Supreme's eyes lit up, "You really know a lot, and you even know the allusions of that lord. If that's the case, why don't you submit to me? Why stick to the so-called righteousness of all spirits."

"Your words don't make sense at all," Yang Jian said, "I came here today just to have a face-to-face conversation with you, how dare you ask?"

"You don't deserve to know at this time."

"Okay," Yang Jian nodded, looking at the ninth strongest, "Today I dare to represent Hong Huang, if you can disperse these evil spirits and beasts, and no longer be enemies with Hong Huang, Hong Huang will not embarrass you, how about it?"

The Ninth Supreme had a strange expression on his face, "Are you serious about what you said?"

"Naturally."

"Well, I will give you a clear answer, Yang Jian, just listen!"

The Ninth Supreme took a step forward. He, who was originally ordinary, suddenly turned into a height of ten thousand feet in the dream, and a blue-red aura like a giant python gushed out from around him. His beard and hair fluttered like a demon god!

"The Great Desolation is about to be destroyed. If the creatures of the Great Desolation resist to the end, the Desolation will be turned into ashes. If you obey the will of this seat, you can save your life!"

Yang Jian exhaled lightly, raised his head and stared at the giant in front of him. He still looked calm, but his back was covered with cold sweat.

"In this case, next time you and I meet, we must separate life and death."

"Although your cultivation base is insufficient, your mind is good. If I let you continue to practice, it will be a serious disaster. Yang Jian, if you stand in front of me in the future, I will definitely not show mercy to you."

Yep, it's all over.

Although this was expected by Yang Jian, he couldn't help sighing softly at this moment.

The prehistoric catastrophe was unavoidable, so it's okay.

With a thought in his mind, he felt as if he was being pulled by a force, everything in front of him gradually became hazy, and turned into mist again, and he retreated quickly.

Without the figure of the most powerful person, without the ferocious beasts that can be seen everywhere, and without boundless ghosts.

Suddenly, he returned to the edge of the abyss, and heard a soft sigh.

Turning his head to look, it was still the figure whose face could not be seen clearly, standing there with his hands up and down.

"Senior...Uncle Master?" Yang Jian asked tentatively, and the figure gradually became clear from blur. It was the Great Master Xuandu in long clothes.

Xuan Du smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"

Yang Jian suddenly smiled wryly, and said: "Uncle, if you want me to talk to this ninth strongest man, you should tell me in advance."

"If you could have saved Hong Huang from this catastrophe just by opening your mouth, I would have asked you to go down there a long time ago," Xuan Du scolded a few times with a smile, "I just want you to appreciate the demeanor of the most powerful person. Look at you, but you can't even feel how strong the other party is."

"Can Master Uncle notice it?"

Xuandu shook his head immediately, and explained: "I can only investigate in my dream, and I can't investigate too clearly at all."

"Speaking of which, Grand Master's magical power of dreaming is really powerful," Yang Jian said calmly, "The most powerful person said just now that the master's supernatural power seems to be familiar to the other party..."

"My practice is actually picked up from a ruin."

Xuan Du explained something solemnly, and looked at Yang Jian frankly; Yang Jian was silent for a moment, and could only nod and smile.

"I'll send you back. You have made a life-and-death contract with this ninth most powerful person. When the catastrophe comes, you should take care of yourself."

"Well, thank you uncle for your concern."

Yang Jian cupped his hands, Xuan Du swung his sleeves, a gust of wind swept Yang Jian's figure to the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After Yang Jian left, Xuan Du stared at the abyss in front of him for a while in this dreamland.

"These two little bastards... Forget it, I can't control you anymore..."

Shaking his head, Master Xuandu stretched his waist and closed his eyes.

The surrounding dreams are like scrolls that are slowly rolled up, born from nothingness, and destroyed from nothingness. When Xuandu opens his eyes on the iceberg in the North Sea, everything will only exist in the memories of the three existences.

It's also a dream and it's real.

Under the Nether Stream, on the deepest dwarf mountain, the Taoist sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain did not open his eyes, and a little smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

But in the chaotic clock, where the flow of time is very different, Yang Jian opened his eyes and was stunned for a while. When he was blown by the wind from nowhere, he felt chills all over his body, and his clothes were drenched in cold sweat.

Facing the most powerful person directly, even with the protection of the dream, still makes Yang Jian's body 'horrified'.

The "ordinary person" with extraordinary demeanor appeared in front of his eyes, and then the demon god who seemed to be able to swallow the sky and the earth appeared, and the cruel words said by the other party echoed in his heart...

This is the powerful enemy that will hurt both sides, and it is also the enemy that Honghuang will face immediately.

And there are eight opponents like this, and even the one who appeared first is the most unbearable and incompetent among the nine strongest.

How to pass this level?

Yang Jian sat there with a long sigh, and couldn't help being stunned after sitting down, but entered the practice a little faster than before.

He didn't tell the sages what he saw in the dream, firstly he was afraid of demoralizing his own side, secondly he was afraid of causing trouble to Master Xuandu, and thirdly what he saw was almost the same as what the sages expected.

From ancient times to the present, the powerful and supernatural beings who passed away between the heavens and the earth actually have a rough base number. If these existences are brought back to the prehistoric by the most powerful, the enemies they face can actually be roughly guessed.

I hope there will be no witches among them, otherwise it would be too ironic for Panshen's blood to become the great enemy.

These are a little uncertain, but Yang Jian has faintly noticed that under the shape of the evil ghost and beast, there is a faint aura similar to that of Sister Houtu.

Well, anyway...

And the battle is.