The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

If we take Yang Jian's current era as the starting point and trace upwards along the long river of time, there are so many glorious and boundless prehistoric worlds, ups and downs in the endless time.

In ancient times, the Liches fought against the heavens and the earth, the people were devastated, and swept through the three thousand worlds. The Liches' war lasted for several Yuanhui.

One Yuanhui is the number of kalpas, which is 129,600 years!

It was just a big battle, and it lasted for hundreds of thousands of years! One can imagine how powerful the witches and demons were at that time!

Hundreds of thousands of years can't beat all the people of the tribe, and can't beat one's own luck!

As for the human race, at that time, they were just struggling to survive in the cracks of the war between the two races, struggling to survive.

Since the birth of the human race, they have worked hard to manage several yuanhuis, and finally grew stronger, but were massacred by the monster clan and almost wiped out!

At that time, the Lich War had begun, and the demon clan sacrificed the blood and soul of the human race to refine the Supreme Immortal Soldiers to Slay the Witch Sword, and finally provoked the blood feud of the human race.

The era before the Lich War can be called the prehistoric ancient times, and it was a story before countless yuanhuis. At that time, the protagonists in the world were dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns.

Those three races were even more vigorous. A war of millions of years had forcibly smashed and pierced the entire endless prehistoric world, forming a pattern with five continents as the main, three thousand big worlds, and countless small worlds as supplementary.

Before that, there were not many rumors and records were unknown, and the remaining great powers are the six who are now sanctified, so the world does not know what happened before the dragon and phoenix catastrophe.

But the first catastrophe between heaven and earth is a well-known story among all spirits.

It is rumored that three thousand innate gods and demons fell during the Heavenly Calamity. The avenue disappears, the way of heaven takes shape, and the beginning of the flood.

The one who opened the sky was the great god Pangu, who held up the sky and shook the earth to support the whole world, and finally died of exhaustion.

After Pangu's death, his eyes turned into sun and moon, his hair turned into stars, his spine turned into Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain, and his primordial spirit transformed into Sanqing.

And Pan Gu, the great god of flesh and blood, turned into a family called witches.

The witch clan was born with supernatural powers and inherited Pangu's bloodline. They can move mountains and fill seas, chase stars and chase sun, and manipulate wind, rain, thunder and lightning at will.

Among the witches, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are the most powerful in their time.

Afterwards, the Wu Clan multiplied and thrived on the land, protected by the merits of opening the sky, and the family fortune prospered, and gradually became the largest clan, ruling the entire land.

However, at the same time as the witch clan, there is also a clan that represents the prehistoric and myriad spirits, the demon.

Two emperors appeared in the Yaozu, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and the Chaos Innate Lingbao Donghuang Bell suppressed luck, and achieved great fortune. They built an ancient heaven on the top of Buzhou Mountain, and gained the luck of heaven and earth.

There are also capable people among the demon clan, and the demon master Kunpeng was one of the first to step into the quasi-sage realm at that time, and there were even ten saints of the demon clan against the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan.

From the development to the peak, the Yaozu and the Wuzu have always been close in power. After the Yaozu established the Heavenly Court, they claim to rule the world and faintly overwhelm the Wuzu.

The Lich War was actually inevitable, and it was fought three times back and forth. During this period, there were also fascinating allusions such as Hou Yi Shooting the Sun, Kua Fu Chasing the Sun, Hou Tu Niang Niang incarnated in Six Paths and so on.

pity.

The two clans have fought for hundreds of thousands of years, causing endless loss of life, and forcibly emptying their own luck and merit.

Zhou Tian's big formation of stars and the formation of Twelve Capitals' gods and demons have become the swan song of heaven and earth!

Alas.

If it wasn't for Nuwa's sanctification and the ability of a saint to preserve the last sliver of luck of the Yaozu, the Yaozu would have no living space in the prehistoric Wubuzhou.

And if it weren't for the ancestral witch empress who turned into six realms, the witch clan might not even be able to stay in the poorest Beiju Luzhou, let alone many clansmen who entered the underworld to serve and extend the clan's fortune.

Now, the protagonist between heaven and earth is the human race.

The three emperors flourished, and the five emperors succeeded. In the five continents, the human race gathered 90% of the luck between the heaven and the earth.

It even affected the Three Thousand Great World, making the Three Thousand Great World, which had been completely changed due to the Lich War, become brilliant again and full of vitality again.

The Taoist sect also prospered because of this, but it is a later story.

Yang Jian knew this very well, so when he was attracted to this place by the stele, he looked at the square pool with a side length of one and a half feet, and the colorful crystal clear liquid in the pool. Apart from the excitement in his heart and the longing for profound skills, he himself couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

A moment ago, he just broke into this small 'stone room'.

A figure wearing blood-colored battle armor, covered in blood, and his face was even blurred, grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder directly.

I ask you! What time is it?

It is……

Can the monster clan be destroyed? Can my clan win?

That kind of urgency, that kind of eagerness, that kind of apprehension, and that kind of bewilderment made Yang Jian's heart tremble.

This figure spoke a very obscure language, but it did not prevent Yang Jian from directly comprehending the meaning of the language.

He already felt that this figure was so weak, like a candle in the wind, if he blew a little bigger in one breath, he would immediately scatter.

This is not a soul, let alone a soul, it is just an obsession.

An unyielding, lingering obsession.

Senior... Yang Jian hesitated for a while, and told this person what he knew, which was also a small part of the prehistoric history that his master had told him.

When he heard that the liches were all destroyed and left the stage of heaven and earth, the figure raised his head and laughed loudly. Although his face was blurred, two lines of hot tears turned into light rain...

And then, this figure also turned into a little rain of light, and gradually disappeared...

I didn't leave any words behind, I just wanted to hear what was the result of their countless brothers, countless robes, bloody blood and head-throwing battles.

Perhaps, what this elder of the Lich Clan asked was about the story of the First Lich War and the Second Lich War, but it is too far away from now.

It also takes time for the human race to prosper. From the retreat of the lich, to the prosperity of the human race to the current peak, it took an unknown amount of time.

It's just a trace of obsession, and I have waited until now.

Perhaps, I have accepted the favor you left, so I should lie to you.

Unfortunately, I'm not even a witch, so I can barely be considered a human race.

Yang Jian shook his head, and sat by the pool, not daring to be too careless, first dipped a drop of the five-color essence onto his hands with his fingers.

In an instant, the body trembled, and the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu operated to the extreme by itself!

And that drop of multicolored essence penetrated into his phalanx, his phalanx trembled, and a pain from his finger being smashed hit him, but it turned into an intoxicating comfort in an instant!

Um……

Yang Jian blushed softly, his eyes widened, and an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face!

felt it!

The shackles that locked the limit of his strength! There was a gap!

Even now he no longer needs any treasures, as long as he continues to practice hard, he can take advantage of this gap and break the shackles completely!

but! In front of him is a pool of war witch blood!

Hahahaha! Great fortune! Great fortune!

Yang Jian raised his head and laughed, that happiness, that joy, really cannot be concealed, and there is no need to conceal it!

That wicked woman named Qinglian, wait for brother to go out here!

Uh, no, it would be too petty to target an enemy whose cultivation base is no more than a celestial being.

What I see should be the Supreme Dao! What I want to walk is the extremely difficult road of physical sanctification!

Moreover, the sanctification of the physical body is not a casual title given by later generations, it is a state! Follow the great god Pangu! Break through the shackles of heaven and earth!

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian calmed down, took off the tattered clothes on his body, bowed naked to the pool, and slowly stepped into it.

Wu, is a tyrannical race born in the flesh and blood of Pangu's essence, known for its tyrannical combat physique.

Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu is the supreme skill left by Pan Gu, the only feasible way to become a saint in the flesh. Although the last one is damaged, the remaining eight are also shocking treasures!

If there is anything that can accumulate eighty-nine profound arts, Pangu's blood essence is naturally the most perfect; and the witch clan's blood essence that inherits Pangu's bloodline is also a great tonic.

He knew that there was actually a crisis lurking at this time, and that was the more than a hundred monks who were fighting outside.

It is determined to absorb the essence and blood of these war witches before they come here, break through the shackles, and even break through the second stage of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art in one fell swoop!

The road trip, jump today!

Yang Jian closed his eyes, silently comprehended the profound meaning of the Xuan Gong, the pool of colorful crystal blood gradually fell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But in Yang Jian's heart, a vague but incomparably stalwart figure slowly condensed, holding the sky with his hands and supporting the ground with his feet.

Yang Jian concentrated on contemplating, and a lot of light appeared in his heart, but there was a sound of surging waves everywhere in his body, as if there were rivers in his body, and the waves were surging to the sky.