Outside the stone hall where the three mighty figures of the demon race were, more than ten demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb, who were supposed to be in the stone hall, could only wait quietly in the corner beside the hall door.
Amongst these ten plus demons, there were two female demons at the Golden Immortal Realm that were extremely beautiful, and one of them even possessed a drop dead gorgeous appearance. She was refined, elegant, and didn't carry a trace of a seductive aura.
What was even rarer was that her eyes were very clear, as if they could reflect the filth in the hearts of others.
She was surrounded and protected by the demons around her. These demons also looked at the many demon experts outside the hall with some wariness, afraid that they would have any evil intentions towards the beautiful girl.
If Yang Jian were there, he would probably be able to confirm that the beautiful and refined girl should be the Nine-Tailed Fox, Daji, who would bring disaster to the country and the people in the future.
The other girl standing beside Daji should be one of the three demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb, the nine-headed chicken spirit, Xi Mei 'er.
Yang Jian killed the pipa spirit and interrogated her before killing her. He found out the secret of the Xuanyuan Tomb, so he wanted to go north to search for treasures.
The Demon Race hated Yang Jian for killing the younger generation, so several Great Ancestors of the Demon Race were furious. They wanted to kill Yang Jian at all costs to raise the prestige of the Demon Race and find the last dignity of the Demon Race in this world. Therefore, they went north to the Xuanyuan Tomb to set up a killing trap.
With the arrival of the three demon patriarchs, even the tomb guards appointed by Goddess Nuwa had no choice but to give way to the stone hall and retreat to the side.
The remaining two demon kings and the many lesser demons in the Xuanyuan Tomb also wanted to take revenge for the pipa spirit. However, they knew that Yang Jian was difficult to deal with. They would definitely not be able to deal with him without borrowing the power of the demon race. Therefore, they did not say anything and just waited outside the hall for orders.
Daji was too eye-catching.
Many demon generals around them glanced over intentionally or unintentionally. Many of them even sent voice transmissions to tease him. There was no lack of dirty words in their words, but no one dared to speak out.
He was the favorite of the Goddess Nuwa, and Goddess Nuwa was the last consolation of the demon race.
"Sister," Xi Mei 'er said in a low voice, "Why don't we go back to the cave abode first? I feel a little uncomfortable."
Daji thought about it and shook her head gently, "We still have to avenge ourselves. I have a feeling that Yang Jian has entered the Xuan Yuan Tomb, but I don't know where he is."
"We can't go inside, can we?" Xi Mei 'er said casually. Daji frowned slightly, but then denied it.
"We've explored the inner layer for so long, but we don't know how to proceed. No matter how miraculous that Yang Jian is, he shouldn't be able to get past them so easily. " Daji said softly, "Our Xuanyuan Tomb lineage is no longer as good as before. If we can defeat Yang Jian today, we can also raise our prestige."
He had thought a lot about it.
Xi Mei 'er thought about it and did not insist. She sighed softly.
She glared at a wretched-looking demon general not far away. The latter's gaze was unscrupulously roaming over her body, as if the immortal robe she was wearing did not exist.
The demons of the Xuan Yuan Tomb had lived in the North Continent for a long time and were almost severed from the demon race. They were not familiar with such things.
Daji stood there quietly. The rainbow dress on her body wrapped her in the elegance of a fairy from the Nine Heavens. He really did not know how she would charm Di Xin in the future.
In the stone hall, the three patriarchs were using their respective mystical abilities to search the world of the North Continent for Yang Jian's whereabouts.
In the stone forest filled with poisonous miasma outside the Xuan Yuan Tomb, jade light flickered. A figure slowly appeared and sat cross-legged on a huge rock, looking in the direction of the Xuan Yuan Tomb.
Yang Jian's master, Yuding, had come for the Imperial Heavenly Treasure Mirror.
Not long after Yuding appeared, a young girl in a light yellow skirt flew over from afar sneakily. She directly grabbed a great demon and searched its soul. Then, she used her mystical abilities to attach herself to the great demon and drove it into the Xuan Yuan Tomb.
Yuding Zhenren seemed to have seen everything, but he didn't seem to care. He simply sat there quietly with a faint smile on his lips and a slight shake of his head.
Yang Jian, who was fighting fiercely in the miasma in the inner layer of the Xuan Yuan Tomb, had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
He only cared about moving forward, fighting the miasma spirit and slaying evil. The mountain-splitting axe split the land made of miasma, and the pointless spear pierced the enemy's chest.
After fighting for dozens of rounds with the handsome and elegant man in white, the latter's expression was fierce. After being completely suppressed by Yang Jian's mountain-splitting axe, he even cursed at Yang Jian without any grace.
"You bastard! How dare you commit murder here! I'll eat your bones and boil your tendons! "
"Ah! I'm going to kill you! Why won't you let me? Why won't you let me kill you?! "
"Die! Die! "
The angrier he became, the more irrational he became, and the more openings he made in his movements. Yang Jian found it easier and easier to fight.
He had a feeling that although the man in white was more 'complete' than the other miasma spirits and more like a 'living being', his' personality 'wasn't stable. The slightest fluctuation in his emotions would cause his body to show signs of instability.
At the end of the day, he was just a miasma spirit.
Yang Jian dodged to the side, and the man in white's sword missed its target. The blade was struck by the back of the mountain-splitting axe.
This heavy blow caused the white-robed man to stagger. Yang Jian held the axe handle with both hands and swung it up diagonally. In an instant, the white-robed man's right hand was chopped off along with his right arm!
There was no bloody light, only a faint, five-colored miasma.
Yang Jian chopped off the man's arm with the mountain-splitting axe, then snatched the man's sword and forcefully refined it with the Xuan Gang.
In just a blink of an eye, this godly weapon that could release powerful golden light had changed owners.
The man in white didn't hide his astonishment. He seemed to be asking Yang Jian, "You can fight like this?"
"Give it back!" The man in white angrily pounced on Yang Jian again. His broken arm glowed with five-colored light and healed in a blink of an eye.
However, he had lost his mind, and he pounced on Yang Jian empty-handed.
Yang Jian sneered. He chopped with the mountain-splitting axe, and the man in white screamed. A cross-shaped crack appeared on his body, and a dazzling light burst out.
The surrounding miasma spirits saw this, and they wanted to rush to the man in white crazily, not to protect him, but to devour him …
"How dare you kill me! You're dead! "The man in white roared," My Teacher won't let you go! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! "
Yang Jian was speechless.
The man in white was indeed a unique 'expert' in the Untainted Land, who could threaten him in such a simple and unthreatening way.
This was because the man in white was too 'naive.' He didn't know much about the world, and he didn't have any shrewdness. His mind was like that of a twelve-year-old.
Teacher?
Could there be an existence above Daira among these miasma spirits?
Yang Jian was a little surprised, but he reminded himself to be more careful. The strange spirits were attracted by the man's broken body, and they swarmed toward him like a tide.
When Yang Jian and the man in white were fighting, the man in white had ordered the miasma spirits to retreat, so they couldn't get close.
Following the five-colored light, Yang Jian saw the pearl floating in the man's chest. He knew it was a precious treasure condensed by the miasma, but he hesitated to take it.
There was no good or bad treasure. This Poisonous Miasma Pearl might be useful in the future.
Yang Jian raised his hand and waved Xuanqi, which rolled up the five-colored pearl. He opened a jade bottle and put the Poisonous Miasma Pearl into it. Then, he wrapped the bottle tightly with Xuanqi and put it into his storage treasure.
Swinging the mountain axe, while the miasma spirits surrounded the man in white's broken body, Yang Jian used the power of the godly axe to easily kill his way to the ninth land.
But gradually, Yang Jian was stopped in his tracks again.
There were too many miasma spirits around, and many of them were powerful humanoid spirits. There were also countless giant python-like miasma spirits. Every time Yang Jian killed one, three to five more would charge at him. Immediately, he fell into a tough battle.
Luckily, Yang Jian was used to tough battles, so he didn't show any fear. He kept swinging the mountain axe and the pointless spear, attacking and defending. He was full of fighting spirit, moving forward with difficulty in the endless army of miasma spirits.
In the fierce battle, Yang Jian also started to think about what was the miasma's nemesis.
Emperor Huang Xuanyuan didn't mention it, and his master Yuding Zhenren didn't explain it either. But everything in the world had a nemesis, so there must be a treasure that could counter the miasma.
But he didn't prepare anything before he came. If he wanted to find a treasure here, it would really be …
Yang Jian's movements suddenly paused. He put away the Splitting Mountain Axe and held a shining longsword in his hand.
It was the sword that he just got from the man in white.
Refining, activating, Xuanqi poured into the long sword, and a golden light quietly bloomed.
The next moment, it was like a beam of light that broke through the darkness of the world. The golden light shone brightly and quickly evaporated the miasma spirits in front of Yang Jian!
There was a large empty space in front of him. Yang Jian leaped forward, as fast as a shadow, trying to rush out of the ninth land.
The sword in his hand vibrated lightly. It was a spiritual treasure, and it expressed its gratitude and joy to Yang Jian.
The treasure was covered in dust. It was originally the treasure of the person who came here to challenge, but it fell into the hands of the miasma spirits and was used by them. How could this treasure be happy?
Now that it was in Yang Jian's hands, after a little refining, it exploded with its true power. It was a spiritual treasure that was not weaker than the Demon Slayer Sword. The golden light had an obvious restraining effect on the miasma.
The golden light flashed, and Yang Jian kept swinging the sword. The miasma spirits were chopped like vegetables, and they couldn't resist at all.
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