Yang Jian didn't say much, sat down cross-legged in front of the stone platform, held the torch in his hand according to what the Suiren clan said, and carefully felt its existence.

It is neither fire nor fire, and it seems to be extraordinary.

This is the spark nurtured by the dark years of almost extinction in ancient times, after igniting the fire of the human race in the five continents and three thousand worlds, it was accompanied by the perennial claustrophobic seclaustrophobia of the Suiren clan here.

It is not a treasure, nor is it like the true fire of Samadhi, which was born in the human world.

If the blood left by the human race back then turned into something in the end, it should be this constantly dancing flame.

The Suiren said softly: "You can cultivate it in the spiritual platform, your incarnation and the body seem to be connected to the same root, and the incarnation can absorb this fire." ”

"Yes," Yang Jian responded, closing his eyes and concentrating, and feeling carefully.

Gradually, the flame in his hand disappeared, and Yang Jian's incarnation here, the body of the Chaos Sea Black Spirit Realm far away, and even the heart of the other incarnation sitting on the wall of Xuandu City, this faint orange-red flame appeared.

A light sigh from ancient times seemed to sound everywhere in the Chaos Sea, in all parts of the Four Desolations and Nine Heavens.

Carrying the Kyushu Road, building ten thousand cities with blood and bones.

There is no way back, how can it come to spring and autumn.

Pictures gradually emerged in Yang Jian's heart, from the snake-tailed Nuwa Niangniang who made people out of the soil, to the human race began to prosper and suffered many disasters......

This fire is the heavy history of the human race, and it is the unwillingness and expectation in the hearts of those young creatures who died young.

But this fire is incomparably pure, although it carries the weight of history, but it shines with a glimmer of vitality and hope.

The deep voice of the Suiren clan shuttles between the inside and outside of the picture.

"It is not easy for the human race, it is not easy for all living beings, chaos exists from nothing, heaven and earth are ordered by chaos, and the human race is born in this heaven and earth, which is the purity of the human race. ”

"But the human race is born weak, and needs to fight with all things, with heaven and earth, and finally fight for the human race, and the blood cannibalizes each other, which is the stubbornness of the human race. ”

"Along the way to this day, the human race has never retreated, nor has it been wiped out because of the loss of anyone or the loss of anyone. If there is an end to this heaven and earth, there is also an end to the human race, and if the end is boundless darkness, then only this fire can rekindle the prosperity of the human race. ”

"Yang Jian, since ancient times, what the human race needs is not an emperor, let alone an emperor, what the human race needs is just hope. ”

Emperor Sui's words gradually drifted away with a light sigh, Yang Jian frowned and pondered, and with the guidance of Emperor Sui, he experienced the power of fire.

Gradually, Yang Jian felt some kind of mysterious Dao rhyme beyond the scope of his understanding, but this rhyme was only a flash, and it was immersed in his Lingtai heart.

He began to search for it.

In the stone cave, the Suiren clan and the black spirit lord kept saying something, as if they were afraid of disturbing Yang Jian's enlightenment.

The reunion of relatives is probably to look back on the past and talk about what happened to them.

But the Black Spirit Lord didn't mention much of this, most of the time he was asking the Emperor Sui how the human race would rise, and the Sui Emperor was also afraid that the Black Spirit Lord would make a mess in the wilderness, so he kept telling her to focus on the overall situation.

"Focusing on the overall situation, is it to see my uncle suffering here?"

"I'm not suffering," the Suiren said in a warm voice, "Although this is the calculation of the Dao Ancestor, trapping me here to balance the development of the human race. But it was also an opportunity for the human race, because I gave up the position of emperor who ruled the Three Realms, and Dao Ancestor did not support another great clan to oppose the human race. ”

"It would be nice if that Dao Ancestor didn't die," the Black Spirit Lord muttered in a low voice, a little killing intent in his eyes.

The Suiren clan had to smile bitterly, "Qi'er, you are too angry, this is not easy for you to cultivate." You can have today's achievements, the third uncle is quite gratified in his heart, but ...... Why is there so much tyranny in your breath?"

The Black Spirit Lord didn't speak, but took off the ghost mask.

After the mask, there was first a common ordinary face of Yang Jian, which was not ugly or beautiful, but a touch of light flowed gently, and another face gradually emerged.

This should have been the face of the country's heavenly fragrance, but a black ancient character imprint on his forehead added a bit of weirdness.

Her face was extremely pale, with long narrow phoenix eyes, long eyelashes, and tiny black scales crawling on both sides of her cheeks......

She closed her eyes, smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, and then put on the ghost mask again.

"Immortality, leisure, sanctification, immortality and immortality, these have nothing to do with me, I can struggle to climb to this day, just to take revenge, in order to get rid of the demon master Kunpeng. ”

What can the Suiren clan do in addition to unbearable and heartache?

He was half-useless and could no longer do anything for Chu Qi.

"If it weren't for Yang Jian's insistence on me coming back, I would never have returned to the Flood Wilderness in this life," the Black Spirit Lord muttered softly, bringing on his mask.

The Suiren clan seemed to see a little hope again, and said, "How did you meet Yang Jian, can you talk to the third uncle?"

"I once built a force next to Xuandu City, in order to enter Xuandu City one day to explore the opportunity for sanctification, I met him for the first time when I attacked Xuandu City," the Black Spirit Lord replied plainly, the corners of his mouth behind the mask twitched, "If I had exerted all my strength at that time, I would have slapped him to death with one slap." ”

The Suiren clan smiled bitterly.

was the enemy of Daomen, and almost killed Yang Jian......

"And how do you get to know each other?"

"Friend, I am subject to him with a wisp of Yuan Soul, and he also has to deal with Kunpeng, so I just obey him. ”

If it weren't for the Suiren's inconvenience, it is estimated that he would have been holding his forehead with both hands at this time.

The Black Spirit Lord sneered: "He has made a leap in cultivation after hundreds of years of retreat, and at that time he was bent on killing me, but it was the Xuandu Grand Master who came forward to have my current life." ”

"Archmage Xuandu is really a kind-hearted cultivator," the Suiren clan forcibly wanted to instill some positive and warm thoughts in the Black Spirit Lord.

However......

"Uncle, don't be deceived by the hypocritical person of the Xuandu Grand Master, he is doing everything he can to abduct and deceive him, he has been constantly teasing others with his profound cultivation, and his heart is even more shameless, what means of controlling the spirit core and controlling the soul are more proficient than me, a demon cultivator. ”

The Suiren clan was speechless for a while, and finally could only sigh and persuade her more.

"However," the Black Spirit Lord seemed to open the conversation, muttered a little, and said in a loud voice, "Yang Jian is not bad, he is still trustworthy, and he will not feel that he is favored by the Six Saints to save the hero of the Three Realms. ”

"When conquering the Chaos Spirit Clan, kill when you should kill, use conspiracy and trickery when you should use conspiracy, the only deficiency is that sometimes your heart is too soft, and you are nervous all day long, thinking that tomorrow is the time when the catastrophe is coming, and you can't wait to become a Great Dao Saint in the next moment. ”

"Not all the other masters in this world are dead, and it is simply superfluous for one person to the heart of the entire living world. ”

After scolding twice, the black spirit lord seemed to be angry.

With a little peace and playfulness in his eyes, the Suiren clan looked at the Black Spirit Lord, and only said, "If you think Yang Jian is good, follow him in the future." can be recognized, not evildoers. ”

The Black Spirit Lord snorted, seemingly dissatisfied with the word 'follow'.

There was a long silence between the two teachers and nephews, until the Black Spirit Lord spoke:

"Uncle, I'll go to Beihai to have a look. ”

The Suiren clan instructed her not to trouble the demon clan, not to kill indiscriminately, and not to go deep into the land of the North Sea, so she went on her own.

After the Black Spirit Lord left, the Suiren clan looked down at the incarnation of Yang Jian sitting in front of the stone platform, his gaze was quite complicated.

There is some cautious hope, and a little sadness and relief.

When Yang Jian realized the fire, the body and the two incarnations fell into the realm of mystery and mystery at the same time, floating and sinking for more than a month, and when Yang Jian woke up, he sat in front of the stone platform and was stunned for a while.

He seemed to have realized something, and he had forgotten something.

It seemed to be a crucial period of enlightenment for my future, but I couldn't remember it, it was like a dream.

"Xiao Hei, cough, where is Princess Chuqi?"

"She's gone to Beihai," Suiren said, "don't worry, Shennong and Xuanyuan went with her." ”

Yang Jian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that this black spirit lord would make a big fuss in the flood wilderness.

The Suiren said, "If you're all right, go back." ”

"Thank you seniors for your guidance," Yang Jian got up and thanked him.

"You don't have to thank me, you carry the torch with this, it should be me to thank you. The Suiren chuckled, his eyes showing a little emotion, "I'm unable to move, so I won't send you, let's go." ”

Yang Jian made a gesture, and the Suiren clan slowly closed his eyes.

Empty stone pillars, dozens of black chains, lone beams of light......

The Emperor Suiren clan, a generation of human emperors who led the human race to climb out of the dark abyss, has been here for an unknown number of years.

Yang Jian secretly made up his mind in his heart that if he could break through the Holy Realm in the future, he would definitely come here to help the Suiren get out.

Qianhong ......

The poison of this Dao Ancestor is far from being cleaned up, and a strong enemy has already appeared in the Three Realms, entrenched in the Netherworld.

They didn't know when they would be killed, and Yang Jian began to think in his heart, whether to take Yao Ji to the Chaos Sea, which seemed to be a relatively safe place.

"It's finally out," Shennong's voice came from the front, and Yang Jian looked up and saw that at the end of the passage, Shennong's and Zhen Yuanzi were waiting for him.

After making a gesture forward, Yang Jian said: "Let the seniors wait for a long time." ”

The two returned the salute, and Shennong asked, "Isn't Xiaoyou a way to help the emperor get out of trouble?"

"I have more than enough heart but not enough strength," Yang Jian could only shake his head helplessly.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed: "Back then, Emperor Sui suddenly disappeared, and then Huoyun Cave was born, and Emperor Sui refused to see the guests, and the poor Dao noticed that there must be something greasy in it. Behold...... If it weren't for the fact that the poor Dao accidentally deduced this matter in the Heavenly Dao before the Yiyuan Meeting, I wouldn't know that Emperor Sui suffered such torture. ”

Shennong said: "Fortunately, it's all over, and Qianhong is dead." ”

"But those existences have already come to the door," Zhen Yuanzi shook his head, then looked at Yang Jian, and said, "Poor Dao is waiting here, not for anything else, just to make an appointment with Xiaoyou." Later, if you are in a difficult situation, you will definitely come to my Wuzhuang Temple, and the poor road may be able to help Xiaoyou take a step forward. ”

Yang Jian's spirit was shocked, knowing that Zhen Yuanzi's power would not be untargeted, so he thanked and agreed.

He was just about to go to find Xiao Hei and ask her not to go crazy in the Flood Wilderness, there was still a big battle in the Chaos Sea waiting for her to go back, but just as he was about to say goodbye to Zhen Yuanzi, an extremely fast black shadow flew in front of Yang Jian.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

"You ......"

"Something's wrong," the Black Spirit Lord didn't talk nonsense, and spread out his plain hands, one of which was like a walnut bead covered with cracks.

"How?"

"The group of witches you escorted should be in trouble, and one of those quasi-holy realm Chaos Spirit Clans is dead. ”

"You go to chase," Yang Jian's voice was not in a hurry, and slowly closed his eyes, "I'll go to meet them, don't worry, be careful not to fall into the enemy's trap." ”

Zhen Yuanzi said on the side: "Do you need to go with the poor road?"

Yang Jian didn't respond, and his mind returned to his body.

"No," the Black Spirit Lord said coldly, turned around and left, turning into a flash of black light, and disappearing from the sky very quickly.