"Kill!"
"Bali, stop him!"
The Blood-robed General roared, and the immortal-looking Taoist hurriedly retreated. Clad in the Starry Armor, Yang Jian looked like a deity who descended from the sky, beating the two Miasma Spirits so hard that they could not resist.
At first, Yang Jian thought that the old Taoist Miasma Spirit had some powerful divine ability, so he had been very careful when he attacked, and had used all his strength and strength when he attacked.
However, the Xuan Gang, which was strengthened by the power of the stars, easily forced the old Taoist Miasma Spirit to flee like a rat... Yang Jian was stunned when he saw this.
Among the three Miasma Spirits he had encountered in a row, the white-robed man, General Bali, and the old Taoist Miasma Spirit, Bali was the strongest. However, the old Taoist did not know what he was doing, and was easily beaten to a pulp by Yang Jian.
So, it turned out that this old Taoist Miasma Spirit was also a swindler who had gone through many hardships in the Miasma Spirit Realm!
This General Bali was very loyal to the old Taoist Miasma Spirit, and he threw himself at Yang Jian without any regard for his own safety. Although he was beaten to a pulp by Yang Jian, he still moved forward bravely.
The old Taoist Miasma Spirit kept unleashing all kinds of magical treasures, and the Thunder Fan was only one of them. In just a short period of time, Yang Jian saw six or seven Acquired Spirit Treasures, and his eyes were burning with excitement.
The old Taoist Miasma Spirit retreated as he fought, shooting beams of light at Yang Jian. However, when these beams of light hit Yang Jian's Starry Armor, it was as if they were tickling Yang Jian.
Not to mention stopping Yang Jian's footsteps, he couldn't even make Yang Jian stagger a bit!
Don't get me wrong, it was not that Yang Jian was too strong at the moment. With the protection of the Starry Armor, Yang Jian's strength was not as strong as the old Taoist Miasma Spirit when he was wearing the Silver Scale Armor.
It was just that the old Taoist Miasma Spirit's divine ability was too weak.
What caught Yang Jian off guard the most was that for some reason, the Lightning Fan in the old Daoist's hands was unable to summon much power of lightning. He waved it at Yang Jian, and a small bolt of lightning struck Yang Jian's head, causing two strands of hair to explode. Then, the old Daoist gave up.
Perhaps it was because this old Daoist was the incarnation of the miasma spirit, his thunder magic contained a great righteousness, and this evil monster could not control it.
The treasure was covered in dust, so it should be rescued!
Yang Jian was determined to kill the old Miasma Spirit first. He sent Bali flying and consumed his combat strength, forcing the old Miasma Spirit to retreat.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Jian was pushing Daoist Miasma Spirit toward the sea of gray miasma.
How cunning was Miasma Spirit? How could he not discover Yang Jian's plan?
However, with the old Taoist's combat strength, he was barely on par with the White Miasma Spirit that Yang Jian had fought before. He was just an empty shell. He had a body full of treasures, but he couldn't unleash much of his power. He couldn't resist the aggressive Yang Jian at all.
"Bali! Kill him! "The old Taoist shouted fiercely.
"Yes! Master! " Bali's body was already weak, as if he could be shattered by Yang Jian at any time, but he still brandished his swords and charged at Yang Jian.
"Ridiculous," Yang Jian said coldly. A murderous look flashed across his eyes, and the Mountain Splitting Axe suddenly contained a Daoist Rhyme.
The Daoist Rhyme of Creation!
Yang Jian couldn't control this Daoist Rhyme at all. When it came and when it appeared depended on his state of mind and perception when he was defending against the enemy.
Yang Jian raised the Mountain Splitting Axe diagonally and slashed down at Bali in a daze. An incomparably resplendent light flashed and disappeared. It turned from resplendent to formless and colorless, but its power was even stronger than before.
Silently, Bali's body turned into a puff of light and was blown away by the wind. Behind Bali, the endless sea of gray miasma also broke open a long 'gully'.
'It was too easy to take it down.'
Yang Jian put away the Mountain Splitting Axe. Most of his energy had been drained, and his body was empty and powerless, so he could barely wield the Pointless Spear.
The old Taoist Miasma Spirit was stunned.
Although Yang Jian was anxious to kill the miasma spirit, he came up with a countermeasure when he saw the miasma spirit's situation. He said coldly, "How do you want to die?"
"M-my lord, please spare my life! We have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai! Spare my life! Spare my life! "
The old Taoist Miasma Spirit suddenly shouted and knelt down in the air toward Yang Jian, his body trembling like a sieve.
However, Yang Jian didn't really believe the miasma spirit's words. He didn't move forward. Instead, he took the opportunity to recover some of his strength and said, "Hand over all your treasures and answer my questions, and I won't kill you today."
The old Taoist Miasma Spirit really changed his face faster than flipping a page of a book. He was already crying and shouting at Yang Jian, "Please, my lord, spare me this time, for the sake of us miasma spirits. It's not easy to cultivate!"
"Hmph! Do you think I'll say it again? "
Yang Jian's eyes were cold. The old Taoist Miasma Spirit shuddered and immediately prostrated himself on the ground. Then, streams of light flew out of his body.
There were more than a dozen of them!
Yang Jian's eyes fell on the Lightning Fan. Among all the treasures, this fan was the one that caught Yang Jian's attention the most. The old Taoist knew how precious the Lightning Fan was, so he had deliberately taken it out to show off, hoping to lure Yang Jian into the trap.
However, not only did Yang Jian jump into the trap, he even laid down comfortably in it …
"At least you know what's good for you." Yang Jian wrapped the dozen or so treasures with profound energy, and his brows raised slightly as a thought flashed through his eyes.
'This old Taoist is really not easy to deal with. He's as cunning as those human seniors.'
Yang Jian made up his mind to beat the old Taoist at his own game. With a satisfied smile on his face, he impatiently picked up the Lightning Fan and carefully refined it. He pretended that he did not notice the grayish-white miasma that was as thin as a strand of hair on the fan.
The old Taoist stole a glance at Yang Jian's work. When he saw the strand of grayish-white miasma wrap around Yang Jian's wrist, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
'Did I succeed?
Of course not. '
Yang Jian's body 'stiffened' and his expression changed greatly. He threw the Lightning Fan away and looked at his wrist with a 'horrified' expression … ….
"Hahahaha! You foreign spirits are ignorant and arrogant creatures! "
The old Taoist rose to his feet. He did not feel sad about Bali's death.
Among the three Miasma Spirits, the white-robed man was frivolous and arrogant. He was happy but not shrewd. He was the most 'inexperienced'.
The general, Bali, was the strongest. He could fight to a draw with Yang Jian without using the power of the stars. However, he was a little 'blindly loyal'.
This old Daoist priest was cunning and would resort to any means necessary to achieve his goals. He could be considered to be a little smart …
If it were any other cultivator, they might have fallen into this old Taoist's trap today.
Unfortunately, the person the old Taoist was facing was Yang Jian. Cautiousness and courage. These were originally contradictory qualities, but Yang Jian had achieved a perfect combination of them.
The old Taoist priest walked forward and sneered at Yang Jian.
The grayish-white miasma must have destroyed the interior of this person's Dao Body. At this moment, he should not be able to move at all.
"Do you know how long it will take me to nurture a Bali?" The old Taoist priest walked in front of Yang Jian with a blood-colored peach wood sword in his hand. He gestured at Yang Jian's chest, as if he was looking for a suitable spot to stab into Yang Jian's chest.
Yang Jian stood there quietly without moving, but his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Hmph, there's no need to struggle! This is a supreme treasure aura formed from the blood essence of the Black Turtle Patriarch! Everything can be corroded! " The old Daoist priest revealed a smug expression. "The arrangements around this tomb seem to have been set up by some extraordinary person. However, over the years, it has been corroded by this supreme treasure aura and seeped into the surroundings. How is it? Do you feel it? The resentment of the Black Turtle Patriarch, the hatred of the Black Turtle Patriarch! "
Yang Jian continued to remain silent, but the old Daoist priest seemed to have suddenly gone mad. He roared angrily,
"Why did you kill it! Kill it for no reason! It doesn't owe the karma of this world! When Pangu created the world, it relied on its pearl to stabilize the northern Godfiends! This world owes it! "
"Hahahaha! Living beings, living beings, how foolish are the living beings of the Primordial World! In the end, Pangu's will was wiped out, and it was also wiped out? "
The old Daoist priest shed tears. He held the blood sword and his hair was messy. He raised his head and shouted, "Why did you kill it? Why! The Heavenly Dao is unfair, and the Great Dao does not cry! The Heavenly Dao is unfair! The Great Dao does not cry! Don't cry! "
The Heavenly Dao was unfair, and the Great Dao did not cry.
When Yang Jian heard that, he had a rough conclusion in his heart.
The root of these miasma spirits was actually the resentment left behind by the Black Turtle. The old Daoist priest had also obtained the Dao through a wisp of miasma. Although it was incomplete and not brilliant, he inherited the resentment.
The hatred of the Black Turtle was the action of the ancient Saints. Yang Jian did not understand it, and he did not dare to make any comments.
Moreover, he had an agreement with the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. If possible, he would try his best to resolve the source of the miasma in the North Continent …
Now it seemed that it was really harder than ascending to heaven.
Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand. Without any warning, the old Daoist priest, Miasma Spirit, who was a little dazed, was directly grabbed by the throat by Yang Jian.
The old Daoist priest was stunned.
"You! You! "
Yang Jian did not answer. His left hand grabbed the old Daoist priest's neck, and he raised his right hand. There was a ball of Xuanqi in the palm of his right hand that slowly 'stretched'. The wisp of grayish-white gas wrapped in the Xuanqi flew toward the old Daoist priest like a spirit snake.
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