The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

According to Yang Jian's understanding, there may be some treasures in the prehistoric five continents that can cause the "urgency" of the Bajiu Xuangong, but there should be no hope in this piece of heaven and earth.

But how did this longing and joy in my heart come about, as if the rain is coming after a long drought?

Could it be that Xuan Gong is just like Brother Zhu who has never seen a beautiful girl after sitting for too long in practice, drooling when he sees some treasures?

Uh, there are a few black lines on Yang Jian's forehead, and he almost amused himself while running forward.

The wind became more violent, the evil spirit became stronger, and the resistance to moving forward increased little by little. Yang Jian had to slow down his running pace, because he felt that there seemed to be a dangerous breath hidden in the blood dance.

That should be a spiritual creature that cultivated in this bloody evil, just like the 'neighing' sound I heard when I just avoided those people.

Go forward for about half an hour.

"Um?"

Yang Jian suddenly stopped, frowning and looking forward.

But I saw a huge skeleton standing on the sand. There was still a little bit of warmth on the skeleton, but there was not a bit of flesh and blood left.

His scalp was numb and his body was covered in goosebumps. Yang Jian even felt like vomiting, but he held it back.

The skeleton looked like it belonged to a monster like a lion or a tiger. It was nearly ten feet long and two feet wide at its widest point, yet it fell down here in such a strange way.

A simple guess in my heart:

Such a huge monster lived in this bloody land not long ago, and its physical strength can definitely resist the scratching of these windy blood mist.

It is full of flesh and blood, it must have been eaten clean by even more terrifying monsters!

Yang Jian avoided this place, carefully bypassed the immaculate white skeleton, and continued to feel his way forward.

He should be thankful that this bloody evil has severely restricted the monk's spiritual consciousness, even if he has a high level of cultivation, he cannot probe too far here.

Otherwise, if Yang Jian moved forward like this, he would have been attacked long ago.

In fact, he has already gone deep into the land of blood fiend.

After walking forward for another half an hour, Yang Jian encountered four or five places where corpses were lying around. There were no longer only huge animal-shaped corpses on the ground, but human-shaped corpses began to remain.

But no matter what kind of corpses they have, they all have one thing in common—they are all flawless bones, with no flesh and blood left.

This weird scene made Yang Jian's palms sweat.

This is the first time he has ventured into danger to hunt for treasure, and he did not expect it to be so dangerous.

Involuntarily, he set his pace more cautiously and had a more careful perception of the road ahead.

Soon, Yang Jian's heart overturned all the words spoken by the Broken Heaven Immortal Sect!

Ten elders? I'm afraid I'm joking! This is not just one direction, he has seen more than 20 places with bones and corpses on this road, and more than 18 people died here!

The white smoke rising from the white bones is enough to prove that these people died not long ago!

And there are more humanoid corpses than those huge animal bodies.

Perhaps after the appearance of this secret place, a large group of monks broke in one after another, started a series of battles with the blood spirits living here, and moved forward all the way.

Or, a group of demon cultivators and human cultivators rushed into this place at the same time, rushing forward while fighting, leaving behind corpses along the way.

However, in this world, isn't there only the small world of the secret realm that still has a little spiritual energy for practice?

After the Lich War, the demon cultivator was already weak in luck. If he didn't have any spiritual energy, what would he do to practice?

After thinking about it again and again, Yang Jian still felt that the first possibility was more likely.

Going forward, I saw three or four places of corpses. The beast-shaped corpses left here are even larger, but there are more human-shaped corpses.

Yang Jian continued to walk around the road, almost hunched over, trying to minimize the possibility of being discovered.

"Hiss... hiss..."

The strange noise he heard suddenly made Yang Jian stand still in place, his body was like a wooden plastic, he held his breath, and reduced his life characteristics to the minimum.

He saw it!

There was a huge monster like a snake and a lizard, just tens of feet away in front of him on the left, shaking its huge body, and swimming in the same direction as Yang Jian was moving forward.

This body... is at least twenty feet long, right?

It even has eight thick short legs, just the appearance makes people conclude that this is not a good thing, let alone the blood-red scales on its body.

Yang Jian remained steady, but the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu was running crazily to accumulate strength.

He didn't dare to reveal even the slightest bit of fighting intent and murderous intent, and tried his best to keep his eyes colorless, just standing there quietly with his waist bent.

It was only a few breaths, but Yang Jian felt that it was more difficult than several months!

Finally, the figure of the strange snake disappeared into the bloody sky, and Yang Jian felt that there was no danger, so he planned to move on.

Even if there is such a powerful monster in front of him, for the chance of breaking through, Yang Jian still wants to take a risk...

If the strength is not enough, then luck will come in. Yang Jian heard Taiyi boast that he has a deep source of blessings, and this time he also wants to try to see if his source of blessings is of any use in this big world where spiritual energy is exhausted and the way of heaven is not revealed!

With a sudden movement in his heart, Yang Jian looked at the path that the monster had walked, and the figure rushed out with a whoosh, and jumped directly into the ravine left by the strange snake.

With the power left behind by the strange snake just gone, this gully should allow him to avoid many dangers, right?

Indeed, Yang Jian walked forward without any hindrance for the next half hour.

Finally, the strong wind between the sky and the earth stopped suddenly, and the sky and the earth suddenly became clear in his eyes. Yang Jian froze for a moment, then quickly retreated, got into the blood mist, found a sandpit and lay down, quietly observing the front.

In the center of blood evil, a land without wind!

The circular area with a diameter of one thousand feet is now erupting with a sky-high battle!

There were more than a hundred figures fighting there, and more than a dozen blood-colored monsters like the strange snakes seen before were also desperately blocking these hundreds of figures!

In the middle of the circular area is a small earth mountain, which looks like a tomb, and it seems to be a head. Boundless blood permeates from the 'earth mountain', rolling up a lot of evil spirit thousands of feet away.

Apparently, more than a hundred figures wanted to rush to the vicinity of the earth mountain, but more than a dozen blood-colored giant beasts desperately blocked them.

"I'm afraid the opportunity is there," Yang Jian frowned bitterly.

Alas, the cultivation base is too low, which one of the characters in the battle is not a monk who can fly into the sky and escape from the ground?

Those huge blood-colored beast spirits, couldn't they be the ones who could swallow themselves in one gulp?

To make matters worse, there was no wind or waves within a thousand feet, and without the cover of the sky filled with blood, he didn't have to think about sneaking in from behind.

What to do?

Is it possible to enter Baoshan but return empty-handed?

The opportunity for Xuan Gong to break through...

"Forget it, nothing is as important as a small life. A great fairy road is waiting for you, so let's forget about this situation where there are ten deaths and no life."

Yang Jian shook his head and shook his head for a while. Although he was reluctant to give up and his spiritual sense was still ready to move, he had no possibility of moving forward.

No wind, no wind!

Yang Jian could only stomp his feet resentfully, and turned around to find the way.

Suddenly, the Xuan Gong that had been running stopped slightly, and the spiritual sense trembled, as if it was guiding Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at the windy and sandy land on the left with some doubts. After thinking for a while, with a low figure, he first stepped back a little, and then walked towards the land guided by the spiritual sense.

As he walked, amidst the wind and sand, he suddenly saw a dark stone tablet standing on the dividing line between the windless and the windy.

The wind and sand cannot be invaded, and the blood cannot be corrupted. It seems that it is still ups and downs, exuding a sense of resentment and fury.

Yang Jian sneaked in to take a look, and saw four very complicated ancient characters written on the front of the stele.

Yang Jian asked himself that he had never seen this kind of writing, but the information carried by these four big characters was instantly clear to his heart.

Land of Witch Falls!

Unwilling!

God!

die!

no less!

Sacrifice the gods with your body!

Save blood to pay for future generations!

Anyone who is a child of my witch clan can enter and take away the blood of the war witch!

This body can die! Witch is invincible!

Yang Jian's mind was inexplicably shocked, standing three feet in front of the stone tablet, unable to calm down for a long time.

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly heard a cold shout coming from the windless land, Yang Jian looked up, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth.

"Who is avoiding the battle beside the stele? It's you!"

The peerless fairy rushed down from the sky, and the green sword in her hand cast shadows of swords.

Qing Lian!

It's her again!

And this shot has a cold murderous look!

Yang Jian broke the boat and ran the first stage of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu at full speed. He was so angry that he wanted to scrape off a piece of flesh and blood from this woman with all his might!

Sudden mutation!

A big bloody hand stretched out from the stele, grabbed Yang Jian's figure directly, and dragged Yang Jian towards the stele!

With a soft puff, Yang Jian didn't even have time to yell out half a scream, as if he was directly swallowed by the stone tablet, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

And the shadows of the swords fell and jingled for a while, but did not leave any traces on the stone tablet.

The beautiful Taoist nun landed in front of the stele, frowned slightly, murmured something in a low voice, turned and rushed towards the Liantian war over there.

"Let him get good luck, hum! Keeping you will only make me restless, and I must kill him to complete my Dao heart."

After finishing speaking, with a little pride on her beautiful face, she stepped forward and threw herself into the battlefield.

This one is a ruthless person, knowing that Yang Jian already hated her, this time he made an attack without mercy.

It's just that after today's accident, Yang Jian and her are already absolute enemies, and they will fight each other in the future, and there can only be one of them.

If Yang Jian hadn't come here, maybe he wouldn't be able to pose any threat to her in a short time, and he might even be hunted down by her several times.

But, Yang Jian is here, it's okay, he went in...

Such fate is due to the profound blessings and the blessing of Taoist ancestors.

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