There were many strange things about this demon.
Originally, although Yang Jian had reacted quickly when the Daira Golden Demon self-destructed, he could not escape the impact range of the Daira Golden Demon's self-destruction.
Even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured.
However, Yang Jian was unharmed by the self-destruction of the Daira Golden Demon. His combat strength was intact. He chased after the demons for tens of thousands of kilometers. At that moment, he was still standing there safely without any internal injuries.
Why?
It was very simple. Before Yang Jian was about to be devoured by the demonic power, he had placed the jade pipa spirit's main body behind him.
At that time, his thoughts were very simple. He would risk being seriously injured and use the pipa spirit's strength to destroy the demon soul that could not be destroyed …
However, the pipa was only a little more damaged, and the demon soul was a little weaker. However, it still existed.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, benefited. The Cloud Piercing Swallow that he had transformed into hid behind the pipa and was not injured by the Daira Golden Demon's fatal blow.
Could it be that this pipa spirit has an impressive background?
Yang Jian stopped in his tracks and pondered. He smashed the pipa repeatedly with the pointless spear, and there was a series of clanging sounds from the side of the pit.
When the jade pipa was smashed beyond recognition, the Demon Soul on it was like a candle in the wind, but it still had its own flame.
It was as if it was mocking Yang Jian's incompetence.
Yang Jian originally did not want to rely too much on the sharpness of the Mountain-Splitting Axe. However, at that moment, he took it out again.
The demon soul begged weakly, "Perfected Lord, spare me … Perfected Lord, please spare me on account that I once served Nuwa's Dao Palace …"
Served Nuwa's Dao Palace?
"Are you trying to scare me with the Goddess Nuwa?" Yang Jian said coldly, "The Goddess is the Goddess of the human race. She is kind and peaceful. She has never cared about worldly affairs. How dare you, a demon who drinks human blood and eats human flesh, tarnish the reputation of Nuwa's Dao Palace!?! "
"Perfected Lord … I just like to drink human blood …"
Yang Jian raised his Mountain Splitting Axe and smashed it down. With a light 'pa' sound, the worn-out pipa was directly split into two halves.
The Demon Soul that had been hiding in the jade lute could no longer hide. Immediately, a shadow floated out and transformed into a pitiful young girl. She knelt in the air in front of Yang Jian.
"True Monarch, please spare my life. If True Monarch spare my life, I'm willing to learn from Chu Qian and become a servant. I won't dare to have any disloyal thoughts."
As she spoke, the pipa spirit revealed a pitiful expression that was truly pitiful.
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched …
What the hell? After getting a bunch of Golden Immortal realm musical instruments and turning them into demons, he might as well find a flute demon, a drum demon, and a few demons who were good at dancing to play and sing every day.
As soon as this thought popped up, Yang Jian was a little speechless. He raised his Splitting Mountain Axe and was about to chop it down a second time.
The pipa spirit was shocked and quickly shouted, "Perfected Immortal! I won't dare to do it again! I know a place that will definitely be beneficial to your cultivation! "
Yang Jian was silent. He looked at the pipa spirit and asked, "Where?"
The pipa spirit heaved a sigh of relief …
Indeed, a man might not love beauties, but he would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of advancing his cultivation level and increasing his abilities and mystical abilities.
"I don't dare to lie to you, Perfected Immortal. I was sent by the Saint to protect the soul of the Black Turtle. Originally, the three of us were gentle demons. However, we were tainted by the resentment of the Black Turtle for many years. That's why we became like this …"
"Cut the crap."
"Yes, yes. The place I'm talking about is where the Black Turtle is buried. The Black Turtle is not the Essence Soul Dao, nor is it the True Body Dao. It is a spiritual object born of the world. It is destined to support the heavens. "
Yang Jian's eyes were moved by the pipa spirit's words.
How powerful did the Black Turtle's body have to be to be able to support the world with its four legs?
Yang Jian cultivated his body, which was the "True Body Dao" that the pipa spirit mentioned. The Wu people's bodies were strong, and the Witch Blood was beneficial to Yang Jian.
Similarly, if he could obtain the essence of the Black Turtle's body, even if it was very thin, it might be greatly beneficial.
The place where the Black Turtle was buried was the Xuanyuan Tomb. Could it be that he had to go to the Xuanyuan Tomb? Calculating the time, if he went in a hurry and returned faster, he would not delay the arrangements for the God-Conferment.
Moreover, this was also an opportunity to annihilate the three demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb.
I will not shirk my duty to mess up the God-Conferment process.
"Perfected Immortal, my two sisters and I have guarded the Black Turtle Tomb for many years. Although we have never gone deep into it, we have the deepest understanding of that place in the world …"
"You have two sisters?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.
Haha, men.
A sneer appeared on Pipa's face, but she still nodded pitifully and said, "My two sisters, one is a Fated Fox and the other is a descendant of Feng Luo. They are both beauties that can topple the world. I don't dare to compare myself to them."
"Oh?" Yang Jian put away the Mountain-Splitting Axe, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "You just said that you have never gone deep into the Xuanyuan Tomb. Why is that?"
"Perfected Immortal, you may not know that the Xuanyuan Tomb is the place with the thickest poisonous miasma in the North Continent. There is also the resentment of the Black Turtle that has not been destroyed for thousands of years." The pipa spirit said in a low voice, "Over the years, we have seen many people enter the Xuanyuan Tomb to investigate, but only half of them came back alive. No one can withstand the heavy miasma and enter the deepest part of the tomb."
Yang Jian frowned and said, "There are so many mighty figures in the Primordial World. Why can't they go in?"
"Perfected Immortal, you may not know, but Goddess Nuwa had ordered that no one should disturb the Black Turtle's sleep. Those who went to explore the Black Turtle Tomb did not know Goddess Nuwa's order. "
So that was it.
Yang Jian thought for a moment. In addition to the three female demons, there were many small demons in the Xuanyuan Tomb, but it seemed that they were burned by someone during the apotheosis …
It seemed that Uncle Wang did it?
Well, I can't really remember.
Yang Jian pondered and stood there for a long time without moving.
At this time, the Pipa Spirit was already thinking …
She had seen Yang Jian's bravery today. No woman could resist Yang Jian's elegance in battle, not to mention that she was not a great demon who cared about reputation.
In terms of background, Yang Jian was Yuding Zhenren's disciple, a disciple valued by the Sage of Chanism, and now he was the marshal of the Celestial Court and the Dao Sect's Protector Immortal.
If she could serve such a man, she would conquer his body and mind one day …
Unconsciously, the pipa spirit's lips curled into a charming smile.
"Are you done?"
Yang Jian suddenly spoke. His tone was not close at all, nor was it cold.
The pipa spirit was stunned. Before she could react, Yang Jian's axe had already fallen.
"Perfected Immortal! You! "
Crack!
Yang Jian cut the two halves of the pipa into four halves, and the shadow of the pipa spirit instantly exploded. Then, Yang Jian pointed at his forehead, and a vertical eye slowly opened up in the sky.
The eye of reincarnation appeared, and it was time for you to die.
Crackle!
The jade pipa was ignited without warning. In the blink of an eye, a demonic green flame enveloped the pipa. The flame was cold, but it was mixed with a sigh of indignation.
"How did you break my life-saving mystical ability?"
"You said it yourself, of course." Yang Jian shook his head. "What you relied on was just a little black turtle resentment. I sent that resentment to reincarnation, and it would take you with it."
The pipa spirit laughed brightly, but before she could say anything, she turned into smoke and dissipated.
"Xuanyuan Tomb, Black Turtle Tomb …"
There was some thought in Yang Jian's eyes. His figure slowly disappeared from where he was, and no one knew where he went.
However, after today, there would no longer be a pipa spirit in the world, and the three demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb would become two demons. The story of the God Conferment would definitely change.
However, it was far from enough.
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