Yang Jian and Xuanyuan stayed for half a day. The two of them first whispered to each other for a long time. Then, they toasted each other and sat down to discuss the Dao.
Emperor Huang Xuanyuan had always been criticized by cultivators for cultivating mystic arts and keeping three thousand women. However, the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic that he had written had a deep influence on the path of cultivation. Yang Jian spent most of his time listening and nodding from time to time.
Yang Jian would not forget the agreement that the two of them had made previously. Xuanyuan would not mention it to anyone else.
However, from today onwards, Yang Jian had an additional powerful enemy to plot against.
The Demon Master, Kun Peng, was an ancient mighty figure. He was also known as Patriarch Kun Peng by the demons. His prestige and prestige among the demons was not something ordinary demon mighty figures could compare to.
In terms of the strongest person below the Saint, there were only a few people that the immortals knew in the Primordial World, not to mention Yuding Zhenren, who was not famous and had only revealed his aura during the battle in the Celestial Court …
The Great Immortal Zhen Yuan Zi, the first disciple of the Dao Sect, Hiroshige, the acting Sect Leader of Chanism, Daoist Duobao, the eldest disciple of Jie School, and the ruthless Yun Xiao.
Apart from that, there was Daoist Lu Ya, who no one knew about, Kong Xuan, the descendant of the First Phoenix …
When Yang Jian learned from Emperor Huang Xuanyuan that the Demon Master, Kun Peng, was still alive, there was naturally one more person among the aforementioned ruthless people.
Kun Peng had caused chaos in the world and soared up to 90,000 kilometers!
If the Demon Master, Kun Peng, who was the only one who could be on equal footing with the two Demon Emperors, were to appear, the world would probably be in chaos.
After Yang Jian left the mountain pavilion, he flew to the North Continent secretly. He already knew how to go to the Xuanyuan Tomb and did not need to capture the demons to ask for directions.
Yang Jian kept recalling the Dao that Xuanyuan had taught him. He naturally benefited a lot from this trip and had a deeper understanding of his Dao. That was a rare opportunity. After all, he still owed Emperor Huang Xuanyuan a favor.
Kun Peng …
"Ah, that's still a figure that's too far away from me."
Yang Jian sighed with emotion.
He had defeated the Immortal Generals of the Celestial Court. With the Mountain-Splitting Axe, the Pointless Spear, the Eight Nine Mysteries, and the protection of starlight, he could already fight against Daira.
Even so, Yang Jian was no match for the true experts of Daira Jinxian, let alone the Great Mediums, the mighty Saint-to-be, and the ancient mighty ones who stood at the top of the Three Realms.
He still had a long way to go, and his Xuan Art was only at the fifth stage, far from perfection.
Yang Jian learned from Emperor Huang Xuanyuan what kind of benefits there were in the Xuanyuan Tomb. He was tempted and decided to live up to Emperor Huang Xuanyuan's expectations and dig his tomb clean …
Ahem, take away the legacy left by the Black Tortoise.
At the same time, he had to resolve the Miasma in the North Continent.
Why was the Black Tortoise so resentful when it died? Why was Emperor Huang Xuanyuan willing to leave behind a bad name when he had three thousand women? The things inside … were also worth pondering.
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. He leaped into the Miasma, relying on his strong physical body to prevent himself from being invaded by the Miasma, and swaggered towards the northwest.
After the battle between him and the generals of Mohan in the North Continent, the Miasma invaded his body because his Treasure Body had suffered too much damage from resisting Daira's attack. There were too many wounds, giving the Miasma a chance to take advantage of it.
Now that his Treasure Body was perfected, the 38 Mystic Beads emitted a luster, and his flesh and blood were wrapped by the Xuan Gang, so he naturally had no worries.
Under the Miasma Cloud, Yang Jian caught a glimpse of demonic aura.
From afar, Yang Jian also sensed many powerful auras. Some were as heavy as mountains, and some were as violent as fire. They were the experts of the Wu people who had been alarmed by the demons.
The Wu people were hiding in various secret places in the North Continent. However, there was too much Miasma around the Xuanyuan Tomb, and nothing could survive. The Wu people did not have any tribes lurking there.
Yang Jian thought to himself, 'The liches and demons are irreconcilable enemies. However, if I want to enter the Xuanyuan Tomb and involve the Wu people in a fight with the demons, it would not be reasonable.'
The Wu people had given him many benefits and had even saved his life previously. Yang Jian did not want to plot against them.
After hesitating for a while, Yang Jian took out a jade talisman and wrote a few sentences. He wrapped it in Xuanqi and sent it to a tribe at the border of the North Continent.
He could not use the jade talisman to find the location of the Xuanming tribe, but he could find the bold and bold chief of the Wu people. He instructed the chief of the Wu people, and the other party would naturally have a way to contact the Xuanming tribe.
After doing this, Yang Jian no longer had any scruples. He hid in the Miasma all the way and continuously used the transformation technique, turning into those tiny things …
Just like that, he spent most of the day and another night in a forest to recuperate and build up his strength. When the gloomy sky of the North Continent gradually brightened, Yang Jian finally moved.
After flying in the clouds for an hour, the Miasma in front of him suddenly disappeared. Rays of sunlight shone down, and the gloomy sky seemed to have opened up a huge hole.
The sunlight shrouded the area within a radius of 50 kilometers. In the middle of the sunlight was a huge round tomb. It was like a huge bowl with a diameter of 50 kilometers upside down on the ground. The yellow soil contained some kind of magical Dao runes.
The Xuanyuan Tomb!
This was the place where the four Saints had concealed the black turtle. Because the Saints had taken action, the Miasma could not fill the large tomb.
The original Miasma in the entire North Continent was under the large tomb and spread in all directions. The countless living beings of the North Continent who had died under the Miasma had also become a part of the Miasma. After a long period of transformation and continuous "complementation", the Miasma had become the scale it was today. It was not something that could be resolved by humans.
Perhaps it was because when things reached an extreme, they would move in the opposite direction. The Xuanyuan Tomb itself was a good place for cultivation. The Dao of the black turtle was contained in it. It was also a top mighty figure in the world in ancient times. If its Dao was extracted from the resentment, it could also cultivate many magical powers.
For example, the pipa spirit.
After the death of the black turtle, Goddess Nuwa ordered the demons to occupy this place. The other Saints did not say anything. After all, not every Saint would take a fancy to such a blessed land with the creation of corpses …
It could only be said that Goddess Nuwa also worried a lot for the demons.
At this moment, Yang Jian looked at the thick Demonic Qi that filled the air and was slightly speechless.
Was it necessary?
He did not need to use his Divine Eyes to know how many demons Daira were hidden in this place. There was even a faint remnant of the aura above Daira.
It seemed that after he killed so many Demon Kings in one go, the older generation of demons could not sit still anymore.
That was good.
If Emperor Huang Xuanyuan did not lie to him, he could use the blood of the demons to wash away some of the resentment of the black turtle.
As long as he entered the Xuanyuan Tomb, found the remnant spirit of the black turtle, and showed the token given by Emperor Huang Xuanyuan …
But the problem was …
"How do I get in?"
Yang Jian turned into a poisonous insect and lay on the clouds, thinking quietly.
The Xuanyuan Tomb was a great tomb. Since it was a great tomb, there was only one entrance.
Moreover, the Xuanyuan Tomb was created by a Saint, and it had some spirituality. It was also controlled by the three demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb.
If Yang Jian just swaggered in like that, it would really bode ill for him.
However, if he did not make this trip, wouldn't he be a joke to Senior Xuanyuan? Senior Xuanyuan had used the black turtle in exchange for his promise to defeat the Kun Peng. This place was already in Yang Jian's "pocket".
If the demons blocked his "door" and could not enter, it would really be the biggest joke in the Primordial Era.
Among the several strategies, the best one was nothing more than to borrow the Wu people's strength to fight, provoking the Wu people and the demons to fight, and he would take the opportunity to sneak into the tomb.
But because Yang Jian had some relationship with the Wu people, he could not bear to make things more difficult for the Wu people, so he did not want to carry out the best plan.
The second plan was to lure the tiger away from the mountain and divert most of the demon experts away. Yang Jian estimated that with the Mountain-splitting Axe in hand, it would only take him a little time to break into the Xuanyuan Tomb.
As for the worst plan, it was to force his way in.
After thinking about it, Yang Jian naturally chose the safer plan. Although it would take more time, and it was easier for the world to know that he entered the Xuanyuan Tomb … he could not care so much.
Yang Jian quietly retreated a thousand miles, found a mountain shrouded in poisonous miasma, and got into the miasma.
Just as he was about to use the Three Lives Blue Technique to create a few fake bodies to fool around with the demons, Yang Jian suddenly felt something and looked up at the sky.
The aura of the Dragons' experts?
There seemed to be a lot of them, about dozens of them, looking for something within a thousand miles around.
Yang Jian pondered for a while.
He was the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace. If the Dragons were in trouble here, he should also do his part.
Rising to his feet, Yang Jian turned into the appearance of a Wu people in his memory and flew into the air.
Who was the Wu people that left the deepest impression on him?
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