In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian had subdued the miasma spirit, not giving it a chance to fight back.
The gray miasma stopped just as it was about to enter the old Daoist's forehead. Yang Jian grabbed it with Xuanqi, like a poisonous snake that was about to devour its prey. The old Daoist was so scared that he did not dare to move.
"Please spare my life, my lord. Please spare my life."
Yang Jian twitched the corner of his mouth. At this moment, victory was in his hands.
He used Xuanqi to seal the old Daoist's body, and then used the Xuan Gang as a sword to stab the old Daoist's body. The old Daoist did not feel any pain, but he soon became weak. In Yang Jian's hands, he was like a piece of rag.
"Hand over all your treasures."
Yang Jian shook the old Daoist in front of him. The old Daoist smiled sadly, and some light spots appeared on his body. Yang Jian waved his sleeve and swept all of them into his storage treasure.
It was a fruitful harvest.
The Thunder Fan and the Spirit Extinguishing Treasured Sword alone had already made Yang Jian's trip worthwhile. However, these magic treasures were not the highlight. Most of them were left behind by the cultivators who had died here, not the Black Tortoise's treasure.
Yang Jian asked more questions. The origin of these treasures was similar to what he had guessed.
The old Daoist was subdued by Yang Jian, and his life was in danger. He did not dare to hide anything now, and only hoped for a slim chance of survival.
In terms of wisdom and strategy, the old Daoist was quite confident since he was born. He was surrounded by uncivilized miasma spirits, so it was reasonable for him to have such confidence.
The old Daoist had killed many cultivators who came here, and kept many treasures for many years.
However, how many of these cultivators who were killed by the old Daoist were real masters? The treasures they left behind were not worth much, and none of them caught Yang Jian's eyes. The Thunder Fan and a dozen other powerful treasures and spirit treasures had other origins.
"Lord, look at this Miasma Extermination Lake."
"Miasma Extinction Lake?" When Yang Jian heard this name, he looked at the gray road ahead.
"I really didn't lie to you, milord. This Miasma Lake was formed by the essence blood of the Black Tortoise, tainted by resentment. It can transform anything. I don't know how many people have entered and turned into a pool of pus."
Yang Jian frowned and asked, "What's in the lake?"
"Naturally, it's the burial place of the Black Turtle Patriarch." The old Taoist smiled bitterly. "If you don't kill me, I'm willing to tell you everything I know."
Yang Jian said, "Since your spiritual wisdom is not high, destroy your own cultivation."
The old Taoist looked a little awkward. He stuttered and stuttered, wondering if he could bargain with Yang Jian again.
Yang Jian acted decisively, slapping the greyish-white miasma directly at his forehead.
"Destroy! I will destroy it! Spare me, spare me! "
Yang Jian's movement paused for a moment, but he did not withdraw his force. The old Taoist Miasma Spirit sighed. He was going to die in Yang Jian's hands today. He did not dare to struggle anymore. His body emitted five-colored light spots that looked like fine sand.
While he was destroying his own cultivation, he told Yang Jian about the various mysteries of the tomb world in order to survive.
"Speak faster," Yang Jian urged with a frown. He was a little impatient.
The old Taoist stopped talking. Even a clay figurine had some character, but the situation forced him to answer Yang Jian's questions as concisely as possible.
Gradually, Yang Jian looked at the Miasma Extinction Lake in front of him.
The poison in the Miasma Extinction Lake had reached the peak of this world. It had even formed its own Dao of poison, and could even melt the Dao of cultivators. It was strange and inexplicable.
The man in white, General Bali, and the old Taoist Miasma Spirit were actually clouds of five-colored miasma that had attained Dao and gained sentience. They could not be compared to the greyish-white miasma.
The miasma was not the source of fortune, so the three of them each had their own flaws. The old Taoist was the first to transform, and he coaxed and tricked the other two Miasma Spirits into becoming his disciples …
Was it an illusion? Why did Yang Jian feel like he was mocking something that happened in the ancient times?
The Miasma Extinction Lake could destroy everything. This was the resentment of the Black Tortoise. If he could not get through the Miasma Extinction Lake, he would not be able to see the real Spirit of the Black Tortoise, let alone take away the precious treasure left behind by the Black Tortoise.
What was the precious treasure?
The Black Tortoise's precious blood, the essence of the Black Tortoise's precious body, and the peerless medicine that grew from the Black Tortoise's carcass over countless years!
To Yang Jian, these were supreme treasures that were great supplements for his cultivation.
But the Miasma Extinction Lake in front of him …
He first used Xuanqi and Xuan Gang to wrap an ordinary magic treasure and threw it into the Miasma Extinction Lake.
Wisps of greyish-white miasma seemed to be alive and directly wrapped around the magic treasure. In the blink of an eye, the Xuanqi and Xuan Gang, which Yang Jian was so proud of, turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.
He could not break through by force. He had to use his wits.
"How can I get through?"
"Pass? I can't. "The old Taoist was already a little weak at this time. His body was also translucent. It was obvious that he had lost most of his cultivation base and was no longer a threat to Yang Jian.
"Sir, my life is in your hands now. Please listen to me." The old Taoist was afraid that Yang Jian would bring him into the Miasma Extinction Lake, so he quickly advised, "This Miasma Extinction Lake cannot be broken through, cannot be broken through. How many years has it been? I have seen so many foreign cultivators who are stronger than you turn into green smoke. Look at these treasures. I have been waiting by the lake, waiting for these treasures to slowly float to me. Their original owners are dead, and not even ashes are left! "
Treasures?
Yang Jian's gaze fell on the Lightning Fan as he continued to plot.
Yang Jian said, "You are saying that the original owners of these treasures died in the Miasma Extinction Lake, but they floated to the border unharmed and were picked up by you?"
"Ah, the treasure Qi in the Miasma Extinction Lake, which is the miasma you mentioned, is said to be able to melt all things. However, the materials of these treasures are not something that the Miasma Extinction Lake can do anything about."
Yang Jian nodded and signaled for the old Taoist to continue.
"If the Miasma Extinction Lake cannot melt them, they will be squeezed out bit by bit. The Miasma Extinction Lake is formed by the essence blood of the Black Tortoise. It cannot tolerate impurities and filth." The old Taoist carefully answered and secretly glanced at Yang Jian's expression.
Just as the old Taoist expected, Yang Jian seemed to have learned something. His eyes shone with a divine light.
The old Taoist sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he was extremely respectful. He continued to set a trap for Yang Jian.
Following the old Taoist's train of thought, Yang Jian must be thinking that using the Lightning Fan and a few other treasures to support him and charge across the Miasma Extinction Lake in one go was not a bad idea.
The experts of the Demon Race could attack at any time. Yang Jian did not dare to hesitate for too long. He steeled his heart, stamped his foot, took a deep breath, and with a solemn expression... he crushed the old Taoist in front of him into a thumb-sized bead. He stuffed it into a gourd of numinous treasure and forcefully threw it towards the Miasma Extinction Lake.
The old Taoist in the gourd came to his senses. In the end, he could not help but curse.
"You goddamn bastard!"
With a splash, the gourd smashed into the Miasma Extinction Lake. Immediately, it was entangled by wisps of grayish-white miasma.
The old Taoist's cries were filled with endless fear. He constantly begged for mercy, but Yang Jian was unmoved. He only quietly observed.
In the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Yang Jian finally raised his hand. A small vortex appeared in his palm. It accurately sucked the gourd back and shook off the miasma attached to it.
He opened the gourd stopper and poured out the bead inside.
The bead quickly absorbed the five-colored miasma and turned into the old Taoist again. But this time, he was only two feet tall.
The old Taoist pointed at Yang Jian. He was furious, but he did not dare to curse anymore.
Yang Jian's heart was at ease. He laughed awkwardly and said, "In this way, we can cross the lake."
The old Taoist bowed his head and agreed. He temporarily put aside the curses and slander in his heart.
Yang Jian did not let the old Taoist go so easily. He threw the old Taoist back into the main hall and had the old Taoist bury the corpses of the cultivators in the hall before he returned.
No matter what, the dead were gone. These corpses should not be used to set up evil arrays.
Moreover, many of the cultivators who came here had come with the intention of saving the North Continent. However, they had died in front of the Miasma Lake. It was a wasted trip.
Yang Jian did not think that he was too noble. He had come here to obtain treasures. This was just a convenience.
He had obtained several numinous treasures from the old Taoist Miasma Spirit. There were almost ten Dharma treasures that had the potential to become numinous treasures. He had gained a lot from this trip.
After pacing in front of the Miasma Lake for a long time, Yang Jian finally chose an area. He took out the numinous treasure gourd that he had used before and used Xuanqi to refine it repeatedly. Then, he threw it into the Miasma Lake and tried it repeatedly. Finally, he was sure that as long as he hid in the gourd, he would not have to fear the corrosive miasma.
The function of numinous treasures was really amazing.
Using the Three Lives Blue Sky Technique, Yang Jian created a fake body that carried the gourd. Then, he shrunk his body and entered the gourd. Carefully, he plugged the mouth of the gourd.
Why did he suddenly feel like he was going to refine himself?
It must be an illusion.
The fake body had poured all of its Xuanqi into the gourd and threw it into the Miasma Lake!
Hiding in the gourd, Yang Jian felt a cold chill, but he was not hurt.
When he noticed that the gourd began to slow down and that wisps of greyish white miasma were coming toward him, he kicked the mouth of the gourd open and slapped it with his palm.
The gourd's butt was in the front, and the mouth of the gourd was in the back. At this time, the mouth of the gourd kept spewing out streams of Xuanqi, pushing the gourd even faster …
The Xuanqi also blew away the miasma at the mouth of the gourd, so that the miasma could not enter the gourd.
Everything was going well!
No one knew how deep the Miasma Lake was, but as long as Yang Jian kept spewing Xuanqi, the gourd would be able to travel through the Miasma Lake.
As Yang Jian was feeling complacent, thinking that the most difficult things in the world were just so-so, he suddenly heard a chuckle by his ear. While feeling shocked, he found that the gourd was already in someone's hand!
A pleasant and ethereal voice rang out outside. At the same time, the mouth of the gourd was sealed "mercilessly".
"It's amazing that you could come up with such an idea. Hee, you're indeed the smartest one, second only to my Young Master Nephew."
Yang Jian was speechless, and the bitter smile on the corners of his mouth grew thicker.
Well, he had dug a pit to bury himself in. He had lifted a rock to smash his own feet, but he didn't expect that someone else would take advantage of it. He didn't even struggle.
Who could ignore the miasma of the Miasma Lake?
That "Young Master Nephew" contained too much information.
…
In Zhaoge City in South State.
At this time, the streets in the city were empty. Countless commoners gathered on both sides of the main street, either kneeling or bowing respectfully.
In the luxurious carriage, the handsome young Emperor looked at the distant horizon with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.
As usual, it was time to worship the Goddess Nvywa, the Divine Mother of the human race.
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