The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Houtu...

There was a breeze blowing gently, smelling the fragrance of grass and trees, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, and saw the long white clouds and the light blue sky.

"woke up?"

A familiar voice sounded beside his ears, and Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, and his mind immediately relaxed.

It is Master.

Sitting up slowly, I only felt that I had endless strength all over my body, and my body was a little lighter.

Distracted and looked inside, the blood in the body glowed with three colors of light—purple red orange, which contained some inexplicable power, and unexpectedly completed the sixth blood exchange without knowing it.

Touching his heart, there was clearly a gentle force waiting for him to induce him, staying there quietly, slowly improving his physical fitness.

Empress Houtu's original essence and blood...

Looking up, Master was standing on the top of the hill, with his back to him, that figure with a little bit of vicissitudes, blended with this piece of heaven and earth.

"Master!"

"Come here," Yu Ding waved lightly, and Yang Jian's figure appeared on the top of the hillside, and saw two familiar figures, Fu Dongliu and the little princess.

They were meditating in two places, apparently they had benefited from the jade tripod, and their aura was steadily improving.

Another picture scroll appeared in front of Yang Jian, Fu Dongliu stood alone on the single bridge with a sword, and the weak body of the little princess was on the hinge that controlled the portal of the secret realm...

With a sore nose, Yang Jian never thought that the two good relationships he formed in this world would bring him any benefits.

But at that moment, the two desperately protecting each other was tantamount to saving his life.

Although he couldn't die at all.

"Are they... all right?" Yang Jian asked softly, afraid of disturbing them.

"They are very good," Yu Ding looked at Yang Jian with satisfaction, "To make friends and find a partner, you need to look at their qualifications, luck, and blessings, but more importantly, their temperament and character. These two people also value love and righteousness with you. If they can live and die together, they can still be friends."

"Well," Yang Jian grinned, and let go of all his defenses in front of Yuding, "Master is talking about you and Master Taiyi?"

Yu Ding smiled wryly and shook his head, obviously Master Taiyi's Yuanhui has often deceived him.

Yang Jian looked at Yuding quietly, waiting for Yuding to ask.

Yuding didn't even ask about Empress Houtu, but only said: "If you have your own way, you will have your own opportunities, but don't be complacent about it."

"Hey, master, don't worry!" Yang Jian remembered the agreement with Houtu, patted his chest, and then touched his forehead.

It feels like a small bag has protruded here, and I can't feel it unless I touch it carefully.

This is my brother's third eye?

"This place is where the yin and yang of this world meet. Although there is a lack of spiritual energy, there are yin and yang qi wandering around. I am here to protect the Dharma for you. After you break through here, you will almost go back."

"Where is this place?"

"Inside the Sky Rift Valley."

Yang Jian lowered his head and thought, seeming to realize something.

Then he took out the formation disk, plugged in the spirit stone, sat down cross-legged and was about to start rushing through.

With that drop of Houtu blood, and now that he has completed six blood exchanges, Yang Jian has full confidence in breaking through the second limit!

But he suddenly remembered something, looked up at his master's side face, always felt that his master was the type who looked more and more handsome, and he didn't know when he could find a mistress for himself.

"Master, has Master met Liuya's master?"

"He left after you showed up," Yu Ding said with a bit of embarrassment when he mentioned this matter, "It was he who made up the plan for arranging the trial for you before, and made up the rumor that his apprentice is the so-called key of Taoism.

Yang Jian nodded. He couldn't complain about Master's magnanimity.

Yu Ding sighed, and looked a little far away, "I never thought that the disciple he had exhausted his luck to nurture would be the one who fought life and death and fought endlessly. The things in this world are really amazing."

"Master, who is that senior?"

"Do you remember that master told you how many treasures the demon clan has that can subdue all demons?"

Yang Jian recalled that when he practiced with his master in Jinxia Cave, he spent one or two hours a day listening to these stories and reading ancient books, and his knowledge was vast.

Soon, Yang Jian opened his mouth and said: "Demon Calling Banner, Demon Court Seal, Bai Ze Picture..." His eyes widened, "Then the old man is Bai Ze?"

"That's right, the gentle, elegant and personable generation of great powers in the past did not expect to fall to such a point," Yu Ding sighed softly, "When I was a teacher, I once watched him preside over the battle against the witch clan from a distance. What a demeanor that is. Unfortunately, time wears on people."

"How could it be?" Yang Jian scratched his head for a while, "When Master first talked about the handsome men in the past and present, didn't he say that Bai Ze, one of the ten sages of the demon clan, was not inferior to the demon emperor's handsomeness?"

Yu Ding reprimanded with a straight face: "You didn't remember the truth that my teacher taught you so hard, but these small talk can be remembered so clearly!"

"Haha." Yang Jian shrank his neck, and then asked, "How did he become like this?"

"A phase is born from the heart, his state of mind is no longer what it used to be, and so is his appearance." Yu Ding looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, "Hurry up and practice."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Jian gradually straightened his face, breathed out meditation, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Holding Yuan Guiyi with both hands, stripping off the blood in the body, Yang Jian endured great pain during this process, but Yang Jian didn't even groan.

When he was brought into the mysterious land to see the back soil, those little hands brushed over his whole body, helping him stabilize the realm of the sixth exchange of blood, and also helping him completely heal the open and hidden wounds on his body, and perfectly complement the cracked Dao foundation.

Now it's just a matter of changing the blood, the Xuangong is running smoothly, and even the pain is slightly less than the previous six times.

Soon, the blood in Yang Jian's hands gradually condensed into blood balls the size of a fist, and then Yang Jian took a little bit of Houtu essence blood into the blood veins...

boom!

It was as if Tianhe had opened the floodgate, and a stream of extremely pure blood rose into the sky!

And Yang Jian just felt a sense of completeness, touched the shackles set by heaven and earth, and the shackles were directly washed away by this blood, shattered, and fed back to himself!

Yang Jian began to crazily absorb the aura around him, and Yuding pointed at Yang Jian's seated array, and the six spirit stones were directly blown to pieces, releasing an extremely rich aura.

Gradually, the blood energy around Yang Jian's body returned, and the sound of "哗啦啦" appeared, and Yang Jian's shriveled skin quickly recovered its firmness.

That trace of Houtu essence blood not only helped Yang Jian exchange blood for the seventh time, but also sublimated Yang Jian's bone marrow once!

It's not too late, Yang Jian just wanted to stop his work, but his body fell into a mysterious state, and he was deeply trapped in it, as if he was wandering in the clouds.

Due to the sublimation of bone marrow, his eighth blood exchange unexpectedly followed!

Yang Jian turned his heart away, and simply drew a trace of Houtu's essence blood again, but the speed of blood exchange became very slow this time. Yang Jian immersed himself in it to understand his own changes, and could not feel the passage of time at all...

The seventh blood exchange probably only used one-thousandth of Houtu's blood essence.

But for the eighth blood exchange, almost one-thirtieth of Houtu's blood essence was consumed.

And the ninth blood exchange lasted longer and slower, and actually consumed one-third of the blood essence of the earth...

After the ninth blood exchange was completed, Yang Jian wanted to draw the Houtu essence blood into the bone marrow, but found that he could not completely drain his own blood.

I used mystical kung fu to force the blood out of my body, and the bone marrow, which was already colorful, quickly produced new blood, which was endless.

Yang Jian immediately didn't dare to bleed anymore, and sent the blood back into his body, so as not to hurt the source, the gain outweighs the loss.

Nine times of changing blood is already the ultimate, no matter how greedy he is, he can't do it.

The sense of mystery is still there, Yang Jian dare not neglect, and starts to operate the third level of the formula, condensing the profound energy...

Yang Jian was so immersed in his practice that he didn't notice the surrounding environment. His blood aura during the seventh blood exchange had already awakened Fu Dongliu and the little princess.

The two of them walked near Yang Jian, and seeing the bloody scene of Yang Jian, they were also terrified, and finally knew the secret of why Yang Jian was so strong.

Without such suffering and torture, how can the Xuangong protect the body and make it invincible?

Yuding casually blocked Yang Jian's voice, looked at Fu Dongliu and the princess, and said in a gentle voice, "What are your plans? This world is doomed, I can send you to the prehistoric world, and seek another famous teacher.

"Senior has already given me a first-class exercise and so many treasures." Fu Dongliu smiled wryly, "If I ask the senior again, I will be at a loss. However, the junior still has a merciless request."

"But it doesn't matter."

Fu Dongliu sighed, "A few days ago, my teacher's school was in disaster, and only a few people escaped from the sky. My nephew and I think it's because of Brother Yang's luck that we survived."

"Now, fortunately, senior gave me the immortal law and treasures. I should go back to the mountain to rectify the mountain gate, and seek revenge for those who harmed my mountain gate."

"But my nephew doesn't have to suffer as much as I do. If her aptitude can enter the eyes of the seniors, please ask the seniors to take her to the blessed land of Wubuzhou in the prehistoric world, find a master, and let her cultivate immortality freely."

The little princess hurriedly said: "Uncle Fu! I don't!"

Fu Dongliu interrupted her words bluntly, "If you recognize me as uncle, shut up!"

The little princess immediately became jealous, and stood there with her mouth pursed, her nose twitching.

Yu Ding sighed lightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the little princess had disappeared.

Fu Dongliu bowed to the ground: "Thank you, senior!"

"It's okay, but do you want to wait for my apprentice to wake up before leaving?"

"No, I have no face to see him, so I bid farewell here. The kindness of senior today, I will never forget in this life."

Fu Dongliu's face was a little gloomy, he took a deep look at Yang Jian, sighed again, turned around and strode out of the Tianrift Valley.

He had just rushed out of the black mist that sealed the rift valley, and a rush of blood surged behind him, but it was Yang Jian who had just started the eighth exchange of blood.

"Hahaha!"

He raised his head and laughed three times, the first laugh was bleak, the second laugh was relieved, and the third laugh was suddenly enlightened and full of heroism!

"Yang Jian! When we meet again in the future, I will pay Dongliu, and I will be your fellow Taoist again!"

After saying that, he soared into the sky with a purple sword, tearing apart the clouds...