The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"This monkey is interesting."

Chaos clock, the deepest part of the illusion created by the mirage dragon, the leader of Tongtian and the old man transformed by the mirage dragon stood side by side, rubbing their chins and chuckling.

Apparently, this "everything in the world can be taught, and everything has a spiritual root of wisdom", the leader of Tongtian, has a little interest in the bloody Monkey King.

Sun Wukong is now on the 27th floor, rushing ahead of Nezha and others who are blocked from the 25th floor; what Nezha and the others don't know is that it is not just one phantom who is fighting the monkey, but three people!

It also uses the method of combining three talents...

Naturally, the twenty-seventh floor was originally arranged like this, and it was not a 'preferential treatment' for monkeys.

If not, the twenty-seventh level may not be able to stop the monkey for too long, let alone put enough pressure on the monkey to give him a chance to break through.

"Heaven and earth are born, and thousands of clocks are created in one body. This son is amazing."

Mirage Dragon also shook his head and said this, obviously giving Sun Wukong a pretty good evaluation.

"That's right," Tongtian Sect Master sighed, "If we had cared more about the younger generation in the prehistoric past, maybe we wouldn't have to be so hasty today."

Mirage chuckled twice, and said calmly: "I'm afraid you didn't expect that Yang Jian would rise in thousands of years, and you can really resist the strongest."

Master Tongtian was obviously taken aback, then nodded slowly.

Indeed.

Before the rise of Yang Jian and the birth of Tianyan Daozi, what was there in Honghuang? There are only six virtuous saints, and even Taoist Qianhong, a great saint who can be restrained by the way of heaven, can only plot secretly and dare not fight head-on.

Although the saints never gave up, they have been shrouded in a wave of despair since Sanqing awakened to Panshen's memory.

This despair is heartbreaking.

However, there was a change in Beihai, Yang Jian showed an astonishing momentum, and all the saints saw that glimmer of life in despair.

It's just that the time left at that time was not enough. Although the saints are immortal, they can't take care of everything; most of the time, the saints are thinking about how to resist the strongest, so they lack a little cultivation of the backbone of the prehistoric. This is reasonable and reasonable.

After all, the battle of the great world is far from being controlled by one more Dao sage or one less Dao sage, and the fight is still from top to bottom.

That's why Hong Huang and the most powerful Xu Mo are currently in a stalemate, so they have the opportunity to set their sights on Nezha and Sun Wukong. If Yang Jian and Yun Xiao were defeated by Xu Mo at the beginning, they would have nothing to struggle now.

"By the way, Senior Mirage Dragon," Tongtian Sect Leader pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Senior has lived a long time, can you write down any way to give up your own way?"

Mirage Dragon Kongwu was startled for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, "If there is such a way, those saints who were seriously injured and dying in the Taishi Realm back then could pass on their Dao to their disciples, and those most powerful might not easily win."

Master Tongtian sneered, "I'm just asking, and I don't know how to do it."

"If you want to get rid of the shackles of a virtuous sage, it's still feasible, but you need a heaven-defying opportunity like Yang Jian," Mirage shook his head, "But I want to say that I will separate my Dao and pass it on to my disciples, so as to create a Dao sage, so I don't need to think about it... How can fellow Taoists compare to the Dao sage now? Why are you so entangled?"

"After all, I want to add more hope to the prehistoric world," Master Tongtian smiled wryly, and stood with his hands behind his back, standing under this illusory starry sky, his eyes reflecting the light of the stars.

This body is not a pity, but I hope that the world will last forever.

The three Qings are originally one, and Pangu left the gods.

Mirage Dragon sighed and didn't say much, but he could understand the difficulty in the heart of Master Tongtian.

If it weren't for the torment and self-blame of Dao Xin, I'm afraid I wouldn't have such an idea of ​​giving up my life to preach.

A roar came from the starry sky, but it was the monkey screaming bloody, and then it was sent flying by several black lights; the person was still flying upside down, and he fell into a coma when he tilted his head.

With a flick of the mirage dragon's finger, Monkey King was teleported back to the twenty-sixth level, lying there alone.

Master Tongtian said with a smile: "Senior, please be busy, I will go to the kendo to arrange it again."

"Fellow daoists need to know what it means to be greedy and unable to chew."

"Hahaha, the poor Taoist has more than a thousand disciples, and it is self-evident that the principle of gradual progress," the leader of Tongtian, sang loudly, "I will definitely let the juniors who have chosen the first level of my kendo get something, get enlightened, and feel happy. This trip is worthwhile!"

Mirage Dragon Kongwu laughed lightly, but didn't say much.

"The juniors like Sanqing are pretty good," Mirage smacked his lips, looking like an old senior.

Thinking about Yang Jian still regarded himself as a junior in front of Sanqing, Milong straightened his waist even more.

In terms of seniority, he and the Nine Supremes were both born in the post-Taichu era. Although the realm is too far behind, he is also a primordial alien species, with strange heels.

In the early days, there were rumors that the Chaos Sea was the first spirit of Hongmeng - the mirage swallowed by the ancestor mirage dragon.

Of course, this rumor is always just a rumor. Anyway, Kong Wu has no racial memory passed down, only this natal supernatural power is born.

But if this illusion is deduced to the extreme, I am afraid that it can really reach the realm where everything is illusory and all emptiness is reality.

extreme...

The mirage dragon looked down at his palm; the mirage dragon's body was also looking down at its two indistinguishable forelimbs.

"This guy Yang Jian, if he treats us well in the future, it's not that he can't break through to the holy realm to help him... Forget it, let's wait and see what happens, don't let the old man break through by himself, he died in battle, let those evil stars stare at him in vain, and send the old man's life in vain."

After murmuring a few words in a low voice, the old man transformed into a mirage dragon flicked his sleeves and floated forward for hundreds of miles. He sat cross-legged on the fairy islands, watching the figures breaking through the level below.

At the twenty-fifth level, Nezha has shown signs of defeat.

In another large formation not far from Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, who was also almost unable to hold on, suddenly closed his eyes during the fierce battle.

The mirage dragon was keenly aware of this situation, and secretly slowed down Lei Zhenzi's opponent in the fierce battle - Mosha with a snake tail and six arms.

There are only two situations when you suddenly close your eyes like a thunderbolt during a fierce battle, and your body freezes and then quickly relaxes;

Either he gave up completely, and his heart died in that moment; or he suddenly realized something and fell into an epiphany.

Obviously, Lei Zhenzi's Dao Heart is not so fragile, it will be the latter in this case.

Mirage Dragon's secret attack is also very crucial, allowing Lei Zhenzi enough time to comprehend the law of the Dao that he just comprehended.

In the next moment, Mosha waved the blood blade in his hand and rushed towards Lei Zhenzi.

Lei Zhenzi suddenly opened his eyes, which turned out to be azure blue.

Fenglei's wings spread out violently, his blood-stained armor suddenly scattered and shattered, and a terrifying thunderbolt the thickness of a wellhead suddenly appeared around him, unable to discern where it came from, it just swallowed his body like this!

Mo Sha rushed towards him, and this Mo Sha, who was not afraid of thunder slashing, collided with the thunder pillar around Lei Zhenzi's body, and the thunder flashed, and the phantom was directly bounced out!

"ah--"

A roar, a roar rarely heard from Lei Zhenzi, resounded through the entire formation at this moment!

The wings of the wind and thunder vibrated, and the thunderbolt flew high, and the thunder pillar was retracted, turning into a blue armor.

And Lei Zhenzi suddenly let go of the long golden stick in his hand, and there were two bluish-blue thunder lights in his palm, which were gently closed in front of him.

Snapped……

Thunder flashes! Countless thunders slashed down, and the entire area of ​​the formation turned into a sea of ​​thunder! And around Lei Zhenzi's body, there was even a cyan-blue thunder python swimming, and with Lei Zhenzi raising his hand, the thunder python rushed towards the devil below at top speed.

Next, the intense electric light almost made the mirage dragon unable to see clearly what was going on inside the formation.

When everything returned to calm, Lei Zhenzi stood quietly in front of Mo Sha's body, the blue armor on his body gradually dissipated, and he clenched his fists hard.

The corpse turned into blood and slowly dissipated, and a teleportation formation appeared in front of Lei Zhenzi.

Taking one step forward, Lei Zhenzi rushed to the twenty-sixth floor and saw the blood monkey lying on the ground...

Exhaling lightly, Lei Zhenzi staggered a little weakly, but still managed to walk over, took a elixir and stuffed it into the monkey's mouth, then found a remote corner, sat there to heal himself, and experienced the previous gains.

The Great Way of Thunder, the Great Art of Heaven's Punishment.

Obviously, Lei Zhenzi has walked out of his own way, the quasi-sacred realm has been completely stabilized and he has taken a solid step forward just now.

And since he entered this place, it is said that fifty or sixty years have passed inside the Chaos Clock, but less than a month has passed outside.

"The future is limitless."

The mirage dragon nodded slightly, and then secretly marked Lei Zhenzi; before that, only Nezha and Monkey King had such a mark.

...

Beyond the prehistoric world, the Yunmeng Avenue spreads for millions of miles, and the dozen or so figures within it are already trapped and temperless.

Although it seemed that these great saints were chasing Yun Xiao, in fact Yun Xiao didn't feel too much pressure.

But somewhere in the chaotic sea, thousands of miles away from here, the battle between Yang Jian and Xu Mo is already in full swing, and both sides are a little bit hard to get off.

Yang Jian is good at grasping opportunities, and is also good at seizing opportunities to keep fighting to make use of his own advantages.

If it was another opponent, he might have fallen into a disadvantage after fighting Yang Jian so far; but at this time, Yang Jian still failed to take advantage, because his opponent was named nothingness, one of the nine most powerful men from the visible world since ancient times.

Although this is still the weakest one.

Seemingly thinking that there would be no result if the fight continued like this, the figures of the two collided again, and a huge chaotic gap millions of miles long nearby collapsed and shattered.

"Do you think that this can prevent the recovery of my injury?"

Xu Mo suddenly chuckled, but Yang Jian ignored him and continued to attack fiercely with his long spear.

Xu Mo suddenly backed away, and did not meet Yang Jian; Yang Jian frowned slightly, not knowing what Xu Mo was going to do, but he could only stop his attack for a while, ready to go.

With a snap of his fingers, a pagoda appeared behind Xu Mo.

This is not the first time Yang Jian has seen such a pagoda, it seems that Xu Mo's Dao has appeared, and behind the pagoda, there is something darker, which cannot be distinguished for the time being.

This time, the pagoda turned slightly, showing a side of Yang Jian that he had never seen before.

The back of the pagoda is full of cracks, as if it was broken and glued back one by one, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.

But Yang Jian frowned slightly.

The cracks in the pagoda are slowly receding from the inside out. Although the process is very slow, it does make him feel clearly at this moment...

Xu Mo's great pain is gradually healing every moment.

PS: Today is another day at the fifth watch~