He could eat anything he liked, but he could not be at a disadvantage.
No matter where he went, he could not be fooled.
Yang Jian followed his Master's teachings and stood in front of the Crystal Palace. He shamelessly refused to go in, which made others speechless.
Let's not talk about his heroic spirit for now.
The road ahead was obviously a trap, so why did he go forward? Moreover, the other party was pretending to be courteous with him instead of attacking him directly. This proved that the other party did not have the confidence to take him down.
From the looks of it, he had to go to the gray fog area where the poison was more intense. Only then could he find the real Black Tortoise Legacy.
Before that, Yang Jian also wanted to get some useful information from these miasma spirits. Maybe he would be pleasantly surprised.
"Customer, are you afraid that I will harm you?"
The shadow on the throne flowed with light and gradually turned into an old Daoist with the demeanor of an immortal. He smiled kindly at Yang Jian and bowed to him from afar.
Yang Jian also bowed to the old Daoist priest with a Dao salute. His eyes kept shining, but all he saw was a blur.
Perhaps this old Daoist was really related to the Black Tortoise.
However, the real reincarnation of the Black Tortoise was Emperor Huang Xuanyuan. No matter how he looked at it, this old Daoist seemed like an old liar.
Yang Jian said, "My Master often said that one must not have the intention to harm others, but one must be wary of others. This is a dangerous and difficult place for me. It's not too much for me to be careful. "
"One must be wary of others." The old Daoist chuckled. He held a cattail leaf fan in his hand and waved it gently.
Intentionally or unintentionally, the old Daoist priest had purposely revealed the miraculous power of the palm-leaf fan. Yang Jian had been looking at the old man with a pair of divine eyes, and unknowingly, he was attracted by the palm-leaf fan.
The five-wheeled cattail leaf fan was a famous Connate spiritual treasure in the Primordial World. There were five of them, corresponding to wind, water, fire, earth, and thunder.
It was said that this set of spiritual treasures was the proud creation of the Taishang Laojun. The water fan could summon boundless heavenly water, the fire fan could summon the Skyfire, and the earth fan could move mountains and fill the sea, and create land and farmland.
There was no need to explain too much about the fan. It was also known as the Banana Fan. In later generations, it was obtained by Princess Iron Fan of the Demon Race along with the Fire Fan. It could summon violent winds.
The Lightning Fan was the most powerful and could summon boundless lightning, as if it was the punishment of the heavens.
Yang Jian's eyes were sharp. The fan in the old Daoist's hand contained a Lightning Daoist Rune. There was also a flash of lightning talisman that emitted a familiar Daoist Rune to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian had felt this kind of Dao rhyme from the Sage's declaration given by his Grandmaster. Perhaps only a Sage could leave it behind!
A five-wheeled palm-leaf fan? And it was the most powerful Lightning Fan?
If he obtained this treasure, although the power of his primordial spirit was not too strong, its power could not be underestimated when combined with the Five Thunder Technique!
Seeing that he could obtain another trump card, Yang Jian could not control his mind. The primordial spirit tree suddenly trembled slightly, and a mysterious Daoist Rune spread out, causing Yang Jian to feel cool and comfortable from head to toe.
He suddenly woke up, and the faint red light in his eyes retreated. When he looked at the five-wheeled palm-leaf fan again, all that was left in his mind was vigilance and surprise.
He almost fell for this old bastard's trick.
When the old Daoist saw that Yang Jian had woken up on his own, he immediately said without batting an eyelid, "Actually, you don't have to be on guard. I sense a familiar aura on you. It seems to be related to my reincarnation. I won't make things difficult for you. Otherwise, why would I ask Ba Li to lure you here? "
Why? Kill me, rob me, and eliminate the threat.
Yang Jian casually found a few reasons for the old Daoist. He had already realized that the old Daoist wanted to harm him, so he naturally refused to give in.
"From your words, you are the Spirit of the Black Turtle?"
"Of course." The old Daoist smiled and pointed around. "Otherwise, how could I be here? Sitting on such a treasure land? "
Yang Jian nodded and casually took out a jade token. He said, "Since that's the case, Emperor Huang Xuanyuan's hand is here. I order you to be loyal to me from today onwards. Listen to my orders and come out."
"Oh?" The old Daoist priest's expression immediately darkened. He looked at the jade token in Yang Jian's hand with a burning gaze and suddenly smiled. "Fellow Daoist, do you think I'm so easy to deceive?"
"I should be the one asking you that."
As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, the Mountain Splitting Axe slashed at the jade pillar closest to him without any warning.
This change was too sudden. Before the old Daoist priest could react, the arc of light shot out by the Mountain Splitting Axe had already slashed at the white jade pillar.
A jade-colored light erupted. As the jade pillar trembled, fine cracks appeared on it.
Yang Jian raised the Mountain Splitting Axe again and activated his mysterious technique. The blade of the axe flickered again.
"How dare you!" The old Daoist priest's expression changed and he shouted angrily. His figure flashed and appeared ten feet away from Yang Jian. His palm grabbed at Yang Jian's neck.
Yang Jian sneered. His expression was somewhat disdainful. He swung the Mountain Splitting Axe straight down. At the same time, he nimbly dodged to the side.
The old Daoist priest's big hand grabbed at him. The wind from his palm carried a strong stench. It brushed past the side of Yang Jian's shoulder and failed to catch Yang Jian.
However, there was a soft "pa" sound. The crystal pillar that Yang Jian had struck twice couldn't withstand the impact of the two strikes. One side directly exploded, revealing a terrifying scene within it …
The translucent crystal pillar cracked open, revealing a black pillar within.
This pillar was actually formed by the overlapping corpses of dozens of people!
These corpses were naked and covered in dark red blood. They looked like wooden sculptures. They were lifelike, but it made people shudder!
It was indeed a land of evil!
Moreover, these corpses were not Miasma Spirits. They were real bodies of flesh and blood that had been preserved. They were probably cultivators from ancient times who had died in the hands of the Miasma Spirits. These two Miasma Spirits who had gained sentience had turned them into such an evil formation.
There were forty to fifty corpses in each pillar. There were eighty-one stone pillars …
Yang Jian's expression was cold as he looked at the old Daoist priest. The latter had completely torn off the hypocrisy on his face. He sneered and waved the cattail leaf fan in his hand!
A moment ago, this place was still a crystal clear Crystal Palace.
The next moment, this place had turned into a Purgatory Hall filled with ghostly shadows and a sea of blood!
The only thing that did not change was the old Daoist priest. He still had the demonic air of an immortal. He pointed a finger at Yang Jian and scattered rays of sword energy.
At the same time, Bali, who had been waiting for orders from afar, roared and rushed over, trying to keep Yang Jian here.
With the white-robed man's "innocence" first, if he really thought that the Miasma Spirits' intelligence was only so-so, he would really fall for the two Miasma Spirits' tricks.
They had become spirits.
Yang Jian raised his spear and charged forward. The old Miasma Spirit dodged and retreated. General Bali rushed forward to meet Yang Jian again.
Both Bali and Miasma Spirit wanted to lure Yang Jian into the killing formation they had set up, but Yang Jian retreated while fighting. He also set up a misleading formation and gradually lured the two Miasma Spirits out of the cave.
Yang Jian was about to rush into the gray mist in the distance. Bali and the old Daoist priest stopped at the same time and looked at Yang Jian with bewildered eyes.
Sure enough, they were also afraid of the gray mist.
The old Daoist priest sneered and said, "Today, you have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to hell. You should be buried here. Don't struggle, lest I break this precious body of yours and lose a treasure! "
"Didn't you hear what my master said?!" General Bali raised his two blood swords and shouted angrily. He could be said to be loyal to the old Daoist priest.
Yang Jian sneered and grabbed the Mountain Splitting Axe in his hand. He had already decided to kill the two Miasma Spirits with lightning and seize the Lightning Fan.
Even if he alarmed the demons outside, Yang Jian had enough time to think about how to get through this gray mist filled land of death.
"You talk too much nonsense."
With a light snort, Yang Jian's hands trembled slightly and lit up thirty-six Profound Beads.
Almost at the same time, the shadows of thirty-six stars appeared above Yang Jian's head.
The stars changed, the universe was rebuilt, the Primordial Mist was the guide, and the three lights descended!
In an instant, dazzling starlight fell from the sky!
Within a hundred miles outside the Xuan Yuan Tomb, the sky was clear a moment ago, but it suddenly turned into a starry night, and the river of stars poured down like a waterfall!
The demons were frightened, but when one of them revealed that this was the divine ability Yang Jian had used during the battle in the Celestial Court, the demons immediately boiled over.
The place where the starlight was converging was where Yang Jian was!
The demons immediately looked towards the point where the starlight was converging, but they were blocked by layers of barriers, and the barriers were impenetrable with talismans of the Great Dao.
"Yang Jian has entered the center of the tomb!"
"Damn it, he's underground! Hit him! "
"This won't do. The Xuan Yuan Tomb was created by a Saint. Even the Patriarch can't penetrate it. Let's go to the entrance of the inner and outer layers!"
The demon experts hurried towards the path they had identified. Of course, it was the wrong path.
In the stone temple, a figure rushed out with bloody light and flashed into the path. A moment later, a furious roar reverberated in the Xuan Yuan Tomb.
"Go find it! This path is blocked! The reason why there are no formations or restrictions inside is because they have long been destroyed! "
Two figures appeared in front of the nine paths. It was the beautiful woman and the old woman. The old woman said coldly, "Take down the tribe in the Xuan Yuan Tomb! They almost ruined our clan's plans! "
"Yes!"
Immediately, two Daira Jinxian turned to capture Daji, Xi Mei'er, and the other demons belonging to the Xuan Yuan Tomb.
Then, the beautiful woman and the old woman flashed into a path at the same time and began to search for the real entrance to the inner layer.
It was rare for three almighty experts to take the risk and attack at the same time in recent Periods. With the three Demon Patriarchs searching like this, it was only a matter of time before they found the Celestial Stone of Soul Suppressing.
In the depths of the inner layer, beneath the ninth continent condensed from miasma, the figure in the Starlight Battle Suit displayed his might. Fighting one against two, he beat the old Miasma Spirit and General Bali into an increasingly difficult situation.
But it was still too slow.
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