The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

“My lord, I’ve searched it all, but never found it!”

“Could it be that he really has escaped silently? He still has such magical powers?”

“The saint’s disciple, really shouldn’t be underestimated.”

The two big Luos felt a little bleak inexplicably, but they were only momentary. They immediately ordered the people to ‘plough’ the land again.

Baiduo figures once again flew to the two ends of the things under the envelope of the big array, another wave of indiscriminate bombing.

And the little earthworm that pretended to be dead slowly squirmed in the mud, spotting the crack in the stone two inches away…

Whenever a divine sense swept this place, the earthworm would stop and act motionlessly as the ‘dead’ earthworm.

In the end, the earthworm crawled to the crack of the stone with all difficulties.

Just as a strong wind blew by, the earthworms rolled into the crevices of the stone; the whole process was seamless and did not cause any attention.

Entering the crevice of the stone, suddenly felt that the divine sense disappeared, Yang Jian immediately explored the surroundings with divine sense.

This exploration also shocked him-his own consciousness spread out, as long as it touched the black rock, it would be like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

‘The place where your mother was imprisoned was turned into fragments of Bu Zhoushan…’

False Taibai’s words were still in his ears, Yang Jian groaned, thinking for a while.

This statue is like a stone monument standing on the Gushan in the center of Beiju Luzhou, is it really not turned into fragments of Zhoushan?

Yang Jian was worried and happy in his heart. What was worried about was the current situation, and the way forward was at a loss. The good news is that Buzhou Shan is the spine of Pangu Great God, and he might get some chance here.

No matter what, if you can’t retreat, you can only take a look in the mountains.

More than a dozen people flew out of this stone mountain before, and then those people went in to carry the formation flag. There must be a fortune in this stone mountain.

The black rock isolated the divine consciousness, and Yang Jian boldly displayed a strand of Xuan Gang; but Xuan Gang hit the rock, only to polish some stone chips.

so hard……

How did the other party get in and out?

Yang Jian carefully recalled that when the “Fake Taibai” condensed into a cloud of blood and shouted, those people seemed to fly out from the top of the mountain, where there was a faint cave.

“Climbing to the top of the mountain from here, you will definitely be discovered by the other party.”

Yang Jian thought a little, and a flash of light in his heart, he changed the Xuan Gang into the shape of a small drill, with spirals on it, urging the Xuan Gang to rotate…

“Ha!” Yang Jian almost laughed a few times, the black rock in front of him was drilled in by a Xuangang drill like tofu!

Yang Jian did not dare to stay, urging the Xuangang drill to speed up the rotation, and this earthworm swiftly drilled into the mountain…

Outside of Black Mountain, those immortals had already blasted a radius of thousands of miles with magical powers three times!

Not to mention the digging of three feet, that is, the digging of three hundred feet. This bitter cold land in the central area of ​​Beiju Luzhou has been changed abruptly.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that stone mountain.

But these guys who chased Yang Jian had originally set up a killing formation in the space within the stone mountain. They were the Jedi to kill Yang Jian. From the bottom of my heart, they felt that there was the most unlikely place for Yang Jian to hide.

And they stared at the entrance of Shishan, even if a mosquito never flew in!

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian made a small hole in the crack of the stone, instead of going to the front door, he forcibly got into Black Mountain.

The earthworm that Yang Jian transformed into moved forward for an unknown number of feet, and suddenly the front was empty.

He reacted swiftly, and as he retracted the Xuangang drill, the earthworm immediately lay motionless in the small hole, his consciousness concentrating without probing.

Feeling carefully, the front is empty, there is the sound of splashing water, and the fragrance of vegetation is floating in the air.

Yang Jian boldly released a divine sense to check, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the situation ahead-the hollowed out mountain was only a few tens of meters in radius, and there was a small thatched house in the middle. There was a fence around the thatched house, and the fence was surrounded by gurgling streams.

Although this scene is ordinary, there is a quaint atmosphere lingering, obviously it has not been damaged for many years.

And around this hut, Yang Jian did not find any traces of the formations. Divine consciousness can flow unimpeded in the mountain, but if it encounters a mountain wall, it will disappear like a mud cow into the sea.

“Strange, didn’t those people find this place?”

Yang Jian drilled through the gap, wrapped in profound energy, and finally recovered his human form.

Looking up with the light from nowhere, Yang Jian found a thick stone wall at a height of thirty feet, cutting off the space inside the mountain.

“So that’s it,” he breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down beside the smooth stone wall.

Surviving from a desperate situation, Yang Jian just wanted to laugh a few times at this time, and pinched the bead that was sealed by the Profound Qi Profound Gang at his fingertips.

He was about to urge the law for interrogation, and suddenly felt in his heart and looked up at the hut.

It seems that something is attracting the profound arts that are running in his body… and Yang Jian has this feeling only once in his memory.

Land of Witchfall, Blood of War Witch!

But his current profound art has been pushed to the fifth stage, and the blood of the war witch cannot arouse such a desire! At least the blood of the great witch!

“How lucky is it?”

Yang Jian couldn’t believe it for a while.

The theory of luck is complicated and confusing. He always hears others say that he has great luck, but luck is invisible and untouchable. He has never cared about it.

At the thought that his ability might only be gained from good luck, Yang Jian also smiled a little bitterly.

He resisted the desire in his heart first, and checked the stone wall directly above it little by little. After he was sure that the stone wall was airtight and there was no place to penetrate the divine consciousness, he walked towards the thatched house.

Who has lived here? Why are there treasures related to witch blood left behind?

Yang Jian didn’t dare to be careless. He carefully checked the surroundings of the thatched house, and found that there was no slight fluctuation of the original strength here, and there was no trace of the formation of the formation.

Outside the fence, the ground is flat black stone slabs; inside the fence, there are inch-high grass growing on the ground.

Yang Jian gently opened the courtyard door, tried to step into the courtyard, and fell in one step, nothing unusual.

My feet seemed to have stepped across a thin diaphragm, and I felt a little warmth inside.

“Is anyone here?” Yang Jian shouted at the thatched house, naturally no one responded.

He walked into the fence as a whole, and the warm breath came on him. The fence seemed to be a world of its own. The breeze wandered and the winding path flowed.

Yang Jian stepped to the door of the thatched house, said “offend”, gently pushed open the empty door, and the spotless house appeared in front of him.

Wooden beds, wooden tables, rattan chairs, a bookshelf, plus the stove outside are the only arrangements here.

The bookshelf was empty, obviously the book collection was taken away by the owner here; there were two volumes of book slips on the desk, a small wooden box, and Yang Jian stared at the box with his eyes, but he couldn’t look away…

Suddenly a breeze floated, and a scroll of slips flew directly, slowly unfolding in front of Yang Jian.

“Reserved for posterity”

Seeing these four words, Yang Jian’s heart finally relaxed…

Fortunately, this predecessor did not leave any arrangements, but simply left Fuze for future generations.

What about this senior?

Did it fall in a thousand catastrophes? Or, changed to another place to hide?

There was a period of great history in that slip, the origin of Beiju Luzhou, and the significance of the existence of this place… And at the end of the slip, there was a handsome inscription.

Xiaoyao scattered people.

This is the predecessor’s Taoist name… But the words “Xiaoyao and Sanren” are not commonly used in modern times.

Yang Jian held the slips with both hands and read carefully from the beginning.

‘In the past, the ancestors and witches worked together, provoked by the demon clan, and fought against the ancestral witch Zhu Rong in Buzhou Mountain. After losing both sides, they were besieged by the demon clan. The catastrophe caused the sky to break through the huge hole, the water of the Tianhe River poured down, the earth turned into a great ocean, and all the creatures became charcoal…’

Yang Jian knew this allusion, although what he understood was slightly different from the one recorded here.

Come to think of it, Xiaoyao Sanren probably lived in seclusion here after the Lich War…

When he walked to the table, he finally couldn’t help but touched the box. The book slip also mentioned what kind of treasure it was, and Yang Jian’s mood was slightly complicated.

The blood of the ancestors and witches!

Although it is not the blood of the ancestor witch, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not even the blood of the heart, but it is the blood of the ancestor witch, and it is also the main purpose of the Xiaoyao Sanren’s seclusion in this stele mountain.

The foreman of the co-workers failed to touch the Zhoushan Mountain and died, and the blood stained the Zhoushan Mountain and stayed for years, collecting them for the great magicians.

And only this fragment of Bu Zhoushan that was placed in Beiju Luzhou to suppress the miasma, there is still a small amount of co-worker blood remaining.

After Xiaoyao Sanren discovered this place, it took a long time before he condensed three drops of common work.

Xiaoyao Sanren took away two drops of true blood from the watery road, leaving behind this drop of co-worker blood that had no effect on it and could only be used by the Witch Clan to strengthen the body. It is also considered a point for those who find this place in the future. Fuyuan.

“Ancient monk, his mind is really admirable.”

Yang Jian slowly sat on the wicker chair, opened the wooden box with his fingers, and a wave of water-blue waves overflowed from the thatched house and swung into the distance…

This thing will make up for him.