The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"The Dao is full of gaps, the universe is evolving, the Dao is born of patterns, and the blood is born of the bones..."

Yang Jian's heart reverberated with the sound of the Great Dao, the sound was indescribable, let alone any words to describe it.

He was immersed in this state, unable to perceive the change of time at all, and did not know what was happening outside.

It's just that he single-mindedly consulted the Dao, seized this opportunity, completely absorbed the precious blood of the war witch that had been stored for many years, and also melted away the little fighting spirit and tyrannical will left in it, leaving no hidden dangers.

But he didn't wake up, and instead started to practice in closed doors.

This precious blood of the war witch has given him too many benefits.

And the war witch who died here was also very powerful. He had already touched the threshold of a great witch, and his blood had become extremely pure, containing a stronger Pan Gu will than ordinary war witches.

Just the blurry picture that Yang Jian visualized is already a great opportunity!

Not to mention, Yang Jian used this to unlock the shackles and reached the true limit of the first level of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu. He forged the bones like flawless white jade, and forged the muscles like a Wu Clan battle body.

This is not a profound art breakthrough in the ordinary sense!

When Yang Jian broke through the shackles set by heaven and earth, a sense of enlightenment and a feeling came to his heart.

Only when you break through the shackles of heaven and earth at the beginning of the first stage, and touch the limit of the first stage, can you truly embark on the road of physical sanctification!

Otherwise, Bajiu Xuan Gong is nothing more than a mysterious and brilliant method of body forging.

But Yang Jian was the first Xuan Gong practitioner to take this step!

From now on, among all the practitioners of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu in the prehistoric world, Yang Jian should be the most different!

In addition, Yang Jian may not know that Yuan Hong, the eldest of the Meishan brothers, is actually a practitioner of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu.

From now on, Yang Jian can shake his head and chuckle, as long as he continues to break through the limit and break the shackles all the way, after encountering Yuan Hong, he may be able to take him down directly with a single face-to-face.

Why don't other practitioners break the shackles left by heaven and earth?

In addition to not being able to find a way, I am afraid it is also related to the current world.

First of all, those who can obtain eight or nine profound skills must be disciples of the three religions of the Taoist sect, and they are also suitable for cultivating the physical body. Most of them will be disciples of the third and fourth generations of the Taoist sect.

The mainstream of Taoism is to follow the heaven and earth, and take advantage of the power of the heaven and the earth. This kind of thought is deeply rooted. Few disciples will break and dare to break the shackles of the heaven and the earth. This is one of them.

And the first level of Bajiu Xuangong is already very miraculous. When it is perfected, it can lift a weight of 9,999 catties with one arm. After it is perfect, it will immediately start to practice the second level. This is the second.

Of course, there are people like Yang Jian who can feel 'fulfillment and dissatisfaction', but they encounter the shackles of heaven and earth when they search upwards, and they don't know how to break this shackles.

Ask the teacher? Most of the disciples of the second generation of Daomen are already powerful in the world, but there are really few people who practice body training, so they have no research on the Eighty-nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

This is the third.

Of course, the main reason is that there are too few practitioners of the Bajiu Xuangong, and the general trend is Naiyuan Shendao.

Even Daoist Yuding, who passed on the kung fu to Yang Jian, might not know that the first level of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu has such a bondage of heaven and earth...

Now, by chance, Yang Jian got a pool of Zhan Wu's precious blood, and thus broke the first shackles.

Time also, life also.

But after that, Yang Jian felt a bitterness in his heart while he was cultivating.

This is the first weight!

It's just the simplest first step!

If he wants to reach the limit, he needs such a treasure!

In the future realm, one level is sad and the other level is heavy, every step is like ascending to the sky! What do I need? How much painstaking effort do you need to pay yourself!

But if he is allowed to give up on breaking through the limit, and move on to the next level just after being successful, Yang Jian is extremely unwilling and extremely unwilling!

Just because when he broke through the shackles and reached the limit, the carefreeness, the comfort, the hearty power that increased several times, ten times, is really a great temptation for practitioners!

Practice in meditation, practice in meditation, why are you so excited.

Who knows what is needed to break through the second shackles of heaven and earth, but Yang Jian wants to break through by himself!

He didn't know what his strength was, but there was an inexplicable fighting spirit in his heart. He wanted to wait for those monks to come in, then stand up, laugh three times, and weigh his fists with those guys!

Though this thought... ignores the fact that he has no clothes on...

However, Yang Jian did have this kind of confidence at this time, and he also had the strength to support it!

It's a pity that Yang Jian had absorbed a pool of precious blood, but still didn't hear any sound of breaking the wall.

He was not in a hurry, and continued to practice, thinking that there was no call from outside.

The realm of the first stage of boiling the bones and strengthening the muscles has been very stable, and the physical body has laid an extremely solid foundation!

In a trance, there is an illusion that at this moment, he can smash green mountains with one punch, and shatter mountains with one kick!

The second level is to go through six blood changes, to sublimate the power of the physical body to the utmost!

With the power of Zhan Wu's precious blood, Yang Jian has completed four blood changes, and the blood in his body has shown a crystal bright red color. If his blood solidifies, it will be as dazzling as a ruby.

At this time, the power contained in Yang Jian's blood is even more amazing!

Eighty-Nine Xuangong is extremely mysterious. When Yang Jian is fighting with others, in addition to mobilizing the power of the body's limbs and hundreds of veins, it can also make the blood flow and bless himself!

If the blood in his whole body boils, Yang Jian's own strength can be doubled in an instant, and this is just the effect of changing blood four times!

And after changing blood six times, this effect may be doubled!

uh, no...

Yang Jian comprehended Xuan Gong, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The second level of Bajiu Xuangong is called moving blood. Every time you change your blood, you will be completely reborn. Six times of blood changes are considered complete, and you can practice the third level after five times of blood changes.

But why is the number 'six'?

It should be nine!

Could this be where the second shackles lie? Thinking of the next three blood changes and the need to break through the limit three times in a row to truly grasp the essence of the second level of the Bajiu Xuan Gong, Yang Jian cried for his father and mother in his heart.

This Eighty Nine Profound Art is really...

It's too hard to practice! It's too hard! It's so tough!

But if this is not the case, how can you stand above hundreds of millions of ascetics?

It can only be said that once one enters this path, one is already doomed to pay a price a hundred times, a thousand times that of other monks, in order to be able to achieve brilliance and stand between heaven and earth.

After practicing for an unknown amount of time, Yang Jian finally broke free from his heavy eyes, feeling as if his eyes were covered with glue.

He looked at the stone room that seemed to have no change, and scratched his head for a while, wondering if those monks were too useless, or something happened outside, no one bothered him at all.

Just about to stand up, Yang Jian was surprised to find that he seemed to be embedded in a stone, and his whole body was hard except for the skin.

After struggling a little bit, I heard the sound of 'cracking' breaking, and layer after layer of 'gravel' falling down around my body.

It took a long time for Yang Jian to jump out of the dry pool.

Turning around and looking, the pool was actually covered with black and gray stone flakes, half an inch thick, which could faintly piece together a human figure sitting cross-legged.

This is the waste that I expelled after changing blood four times.

After standing up, Yang Jian's back door suddenly became tense, and when he heard a 'poof', Yang Jian felt much better.

He was relieved, but the small stone room instantly became smoky, and even he, the instigator, couldn't bear it, so he rushed towards the closed stone door of the stone room while covering his mouth and nose.

Stretching out his hand and pushing, he felt that he didn't use much strength, but the stone door was shattered, revealing a long corridor outside the stone chamber...

A gust of wind blew, and Yang Jian felt a little cool all over. Looking down, his skin was crystal clear, and the blood vessels inside were clearly visible.

Quickly running Xuan Gong to put away such a strange scene, and found a suit of clothes to put on for himself, and then walked out from the corridor carefully.

He hadn't practiced the way of primordial spirit yet, but with a big step forward in Xuangong, his soul power was also many times stronger, and he was already able to release his spiritual sense to search a radius of hundreds of feet.

nobody?

He seemed to be in the ground, and following the passage all the way up, Yang Jian came to a portal, which was the stone tablet that sent him directly before the precious blood.

There was inexplicable emotion in his heart, and he didn't know how long he had been in retreat this time, he felt that it seemed that the time was not short.

"Go out and settle accounts with that wicked woman named Qing Lian!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, controlled his strength this time, and gently pushed the stele down, and then... was embarrassed to find that the stele was not moving at all.

"cough!"

This time, he exerted 10% of his strength and slowly pushed it on the stone tablet. The stone tablet was slowly moved away, but it didn't make Yang Jian ugly a second time.

This should be a test left by the war witch in order to test the body of the descendants of the witch clan who can pass his precious blood.

If the strength of the combat body is insufficient, it is not allowed to step out of this place.

"Witch Clan," Yang Jian stepped forward, looking around, only to see that the sky and the earth are vast, where is there any blood mist, where is there any wind and sand?

Sand dunes are everywhere, and wind and sand are everywhere.

Only the huge skull that was mostly covered by the wind and sand still stood there, proving to Yang Jian that he had indeed been here.

Yang Jian was about to step forward to investigate, when a stream of light fell from the sky, scaring him into alertness.

But as the streamer approached, he felt a friendly atmosphere.

"Master!?"

Surprised and delighted, Yang Jian raised his hand and grabbed the streamer, but it was a palm-sized jade talisman.