Was this the master of the white-clothed miasma spirit?
No, it shouldn't be.
The man blocking Yang Jian's way was dressed like a general. He wore a blood-red armor, and his long hair hung loosely over his shoulders. His eyes were like lightning, and his face was resolute. He had a faint smile on his face, but his smile contained a natural killing intent.
Compared to the mentally unstable white-clothed miasma spirit, this general who was blocking Yang Jian at the edge of the ninth miasma land looked much more mature and steady.
Yang Jian didn't stop. The sword in his hand glowed with a golden light, and he slashed at this man from thousands of feet away.
The golden light seemed indestructible. It contained a vast power and righteousness, as if it could divide this world into Yin and Yang.
But the man just raised his hand, and the miasma condensed into waves of blood that rolled toward Yang Jian.
This general miasma spirit was much stronger than the white-clothed miasma spirit.
The blood-red color covered the golden light, and the air was cloudy and bright.
Yang Jian didn't expect that the sword in his hand could also be restrained by the miasma power. He was about to reach this man, so he had to change his move, put away his sword, and straightened his spear.
"Wait!" the miasma spirit retreated, raised his hand at Yang Jian, and shouted, "My master wants to see you! Don't harm yourself! "
How could Yang Jian pay attention to this man?
He raised his spear and killed, quick and clean. He wasn't affected by the miasma spirit's words at all.
The miasma spirit didn't expect Yang Jian to attack so decisively. He grabbed his two blood-red maces and waved them majestically, fighting against Yang Jian.
The miasma spirits behind Yang Jian stopped again, not daring to come closer. Whether it was the white-clothed man or the blood-red general, these miasma spirits all had a kind of reverence that came from the depths of their 'souls.'
When the white-clothed man died, these miasma spirits rushed forward again, greedily devouring the remains of the white-clothed man like a pack of starving wolves.
However, at this moment, the Miasma Spirits once again stopped a hundred miles away, quietly waiting for the battle to end.
Yang Jian had really met his match this time.
The white-robed man only relied on a golden sword. His martial arts skills and strategies were not worth mentioning at all.
However, this Blood Warrior General was quite good at fighting. He fought back and forth with Yang Jian. Both sides suffered injuries, and neither could take down the other for a while.
However, the Miasma Spirit could absorb the five-colored miasma to replenish its energy at any time, so it could maintain itself in peak condition. However, Yang Jian did not dare to summon the starlight to help him, fearing that it would alarm the demons outside.
A protracted battle would definitely be disadvantageous to Yang Jian if the battle dragged on.
Yang Jian also knew this, so he attacked fiercely and fought with all his strength. The Spearless Spear, the Mountain Splitting Axe, and the Spirit Destroying Sword took turns to attack. His attacks were like rolling thunder, like a mountain torrent, forcing the Scarlet General to retreat again and again!
This battle was getting more and more exciting!
In the Untainted Land, the Primordial Spirit Dao was very popular, and there were very few people who had some achievements in cultivating the body. When Yang Jian fought against the enemy, except for the Celestial Court General Huimu and a few others, most people could not fully use what they had learned.
Today, when he encountered this unkillable, unsuppressable miasma spirit who also used weapons to fight with him, Yang Jian completely let go of his hands and feet.
His state of mind was calm, but his face was ferocious. He waved the axe and spear in his hands, and the enemy was covered with wounds.
After dozens of rounds, Yang Jian gained the upper hand again. At this time, he was even more unforgiving, and his attacks became fiercer and fiercer.
Seeing that he was no match for Yang Jian and was about to be killed by him, the Scarlet General hurriedly shouted,
"My master is the master of this place! Boundless spiritual energy is under my master's control! You really have to think this through carefully, otherwise, you will die today! "
Boundless spiritual energy? It must be referring to this miasma.
Yang Jian frowned and stopped retreating. He put away the Spirit Extermination Sword, and just stood in the air with his spear, his eyes shining quietly.
The Scarlet General retreated a thousand feet, panting, and looked at Yang Jian warily. The arrogance he had when he first appeared was gone, and there was only fear and wariness in his eyes.
Obviously, although this miasma spirit was strong, it was still lacking in wisdom.
Yang Jian finally spoke, "Your master is the spirit buried in this Xuan Yuan Tomb?"
"That's right!" The Miasma Spirit General hurriedly said, "This place is a world formed by my master's supreme divine power, and we are also born in my master's divine consciousness! My master wants to see you, so he asked me to show up and guide you. Otherwise, if I let you charge past this place, it will be a real death trap behind you! "
As he spoke, the miasma spirit pointed to the distance.
Yang Jian looked over and saw that there was no more five-colored miasma in front of him, but there was a grayish-white smoke floating quietly.
When he saw this smoke, his mystic technique naturally warned him.
The Miasma Spirit General was afraid that Yang Jian would not believe it, so it swept up a miasma spirit out of thin air and threw it hard at the empty road ahead.
The miasma spirit, which looked like a fierce tiger but had seven short legs, raised its head and roared, but its roar stopped abruptly. Its body silently turned into five-colored smoke, and the smoke gradually "melted" and disappeared.
Yang Jian's divine eyes were clear. The miasma spirit was swept by the grayish-white smoke, and immediately exploded into five-colored miasma.
But the five-colored miasma could not survive either, and was directly evaporated by the gray smoke, turning into a wisp of gray smoke that merged with the grayish-white smoke.
The Miasma Spirit General shouted again, "That is a treasure that can melt all tangible things! It is my master's most powerful divine power! "
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he thought carefully.
Of course, Meng Qi couldn't fully believe the other party's words, but there was really no other way. The road ahead was far more dangerous than before by a hundred or even a thousand times. Even the Eight Nine Mysteries was warning him not to enter that world.
If the miasma spirit General did not lie to him, that "master" should be the Black Tortoise Remnant Spirit. Yang Jian had the token from the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. If he could really see the Black Tortoise Remnant Spirit, he might be able to take away the treasure.
"Lead the way."
It was a simple sentence, but it was quite domineering.
Although the miasma spirit General was a little angry, it did not dare to say anything. It turned around and lowered its head, bringing Yang Jian down to the land below them.
Yang Jian flew up to follow, but he was still a hundred feet away.
The seemingly endless army of miasma spirits also received an order from an unknown source and landed on that piece of land. Not long after, the land returned to its bustling state when Yang Jian first saw it.
However, this "bustling" scene seemed a little too "rigid."
It was as if someone had told each miasma spirit what they should do and what they should not do, and then placed them on the land, making them form this picture of a flourishing world.
Unfortunately, this was just a picture.
In the past, Nuwa created humans, and later, Nether River Patriarch created the Asura Clan. Did the Black Tortoise Remnant Spirit want to imitate them? That was why they created so many miasma spirits?
Yang Jian followed the miasma spirit General and continued to fly down along the edge of the land.
A hundred miles ahead was the boundary of the greyish-white miasma. Not far from them was a stone wall that was as smooth as a mirror, and on the left and right was a sea of smoke formed by the five-colored miasma.
After flying down for a while, the miasma spirit General stopped and stood in front of a cave in the stone wall, waiting quietly.
Yang Jian was a bold and skilled person. Since he had already come this far, there was no reason for him to turn back. He held the pointless spear and the mountain-splitting axe and looked around with his eyes.
"Hmph! If my master wants to kill you, he can do it with just a thought! "The miasma spirit General was a little displeased and scolded. Then, it turned and entered the cave.
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he followed up with full vigilance.
The cave was square, and there was a radiant light shining inside.
Walking in, there was a palace carved out of crystal. It was a hundred feet tall, decorated with complicated stars, and about a thousand feet wide. There were eighty-one crystal pillars shining brightly.
Compared to the "bustling" on the land, this place was much quieter. There was only a lonely crystal throne with a shadow on it.
The miasma spirit General walked to the throne, knelt on one knee, and said, "Master, I've brought that person."
"Okay."
An old voice came from the front, but it was very gentle. "Are you the person who broke into the array? Come forward. I haven't seen a guest for many years. I don't know how the Untainted World is now. "
"Do you think I'm stupid? These eighty-one pillars are clearly a huge array formation. I'm afraid it's easy to enter but difficult to come out. "
Yang Jian muttered in his heart. He stood at the door of the hall and said calmly, "Senior, are you the black tortoise that died here?"
His words were already a little rude. Although he did it on purpose, Yang Jian still felt offended by Emperor Huang Xuanyuan.
The miasma spirit General was furious. He shouted angrily, "You don't know how to appreciate favors! Die! "After saying that, he was about to pick up the pair of blood truncheons and fight.
"Ba Li." The shadow on the throne spoke again. It was still gentle and gentle. "Step back. This is not the way to treat a guest."
"Yes!" The miasma spirit General replied respectfully and retreated to the side.
The shadow smiled and said, "Sir, do you want to drink tea with me in the cave?"
"Why not?" Yang Jian had no intention of falling for the trap. He put away the pointless spear and only lifted the mountain-splitting axe, freeing his left hand. "Where's the tea?"
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