Yang Jian's dangerous move really caught Qiong Xiao off guard.
No matter how wary Qiong Xiao was, she could not prevent Yang Jian from suddenly rushing towards the black turtle's shadow. The black turtle was also decisive. It opened its huge mouth that was the size of a palace and swallowed Yang Jian.
Qiong Xiao's eyes widened.
Dead?
Why is this fellow dead!?!
This! What should I do? It's not easy for me to reunite with my mother … Why did I come out and run around!?! Why didn't I follow my mother and perform filial piety!?!
Qiong Xiao's thoughts were complicated. All sorts of thoughts popped up in her head. In the end, she patted her forehead helplessly and flew towards the black turtle.
She was not worried about the disputes between Chanism and Jie School, nor was she afraid of Yuding Zhenren's unfathomable strength. She simply felt that it was not easy for Yang Jian and his mother to reunite. She was even a little touched and did not want Yang Jian and Yohime to separate again.
"Old turtle! You're still haunting me even though you're dead! "
With a coquettish pout, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in Qiong Xiao's hand attacked the black turtle's shadow. She wanted to see if she could pull out some remnant souls from Yang Jian.
The black turtle's shadow was extremely wide and over a thousand feet thick. After rushing out of the island's array formation, it swallowed Yang Jian and charged towards Qiong Xiao.
Qiong Xiao raised the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and rushed towards the black turtle's shadow. The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors that had never failed displayed its might. Two golden flood dragons appeared and twisted towards the black turtle's shadow.
There was no joy or anger in the black turtle's blank eyes. Divine light emitted from its mouth, but it was suppressed by the golden flood dragon.
After all, the black turtle's shadow was only a remnant of the power of its essence soul. Its true body had long reincarnated. How could it fight against Qiong Xiao, who was holding the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors?
The flood dragon roared. The black turtle's shadow trembled and fell.
Qiong Xiao grabbed the handle of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and looked forward. She did not see Yang Jian's figure, nor did she sense Yang Jian's aura. The black turtle's shadow swam its huge body and headed towards the island in the Miasma Lake.
Qiong Xiao frowned and stomped her feet. She chased after the Black Tortoise.
If her sister or sister were there, they would definitely stop Qiong Xiao's headless "rescue". Although she was doing it out of good intentions, she almost ruined Yang Jian's plans.
Even if one used their toes to think, why did the black tortoise phantom take the initiative to rush out of the island's protective array? It was obvious that something was amiss.
"Stop right there!"
Qiong Xiao shouted in exasperation and threw the Dragon Binding Rope out.
The Dragon Binding Rope and the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors were both treasures with a well-deserved reputation. The latter was extremely sharp, while the former was unstoppable.
At that moment, Qiong Xiao raised the Dragon Binding Rope. In the blink of an eye, the thin rope turned into a huge golden net and grabbed towards the black tortoise.
The Black Tortoise's phantom was already incomparably huge, but this golden net was three times larger than the Black Tortoise's phantom!
Moo —
A low and deep voice like a cow's moo spreads out from Black Tortoise's body. The golden net transformed by the Dragon-taming Rope suddenly stops, and the island-protecting formation shines brightly.
When Qiong Xiao saw that, she used her mystical abilities to activate the Dragon Binding Rope, but it was already half a step too late.
The light wall formed by the island-protecting array formation expanded outwards. The huge body of the black tortoise phantom plummeted downwards. The moment the Dragon Binding Rope grabbed the black tortoise phantom, the black tortoise crashed into the array formation. The light wall of the array formation also stopped the Dragon Binding Rope!
"Damn it!"
Seeing that the black tortoise phantom had easily escaped into the array formation, Qiong Xiao was furious. However, she knew how powerful the island-protecting array formation was. She recalled the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and the Dragon Binding Rope and stood there to think of a solution.
"Is that fellow stupid? When he saw the huge turtle open its mouth, he actually didn't know how to run. He even went forward! "
Qiong Xiao cursed and thought about it. Anyway, she had nothing to do. Moreover, her strength had increased when she came here this time. She might be able to use the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors to blast open the island-protecting array formation.
Qiong Xiao did whatever she thought of. That was considered Qiong Xiao's good character.
She rushed down and found the area where the array formation's light wall was slightly weaker. She used her great Dharma powers to transform into a gust of wind to blow away the surrounding miasma. She began to bombard the array formation.
She actually did not care much about Yang Jian's life. It was just that she did not want to see Yang Jian and Yohime be separated again. She pitied Yohime's experience.
She had some admiration for Yang Jian, but she didn't think that there was anything special about him.
In the stomach of the black tortoise phantom.
Yang Jian was actually not swallowed. When the black tortoise opened its mouth, he saw a bit of light. He found the door of light that was flickering with a faint light and rushed in.
The door of light was actually near the black tortoise's "throat".
Yang Jian carried the Xuanyuan Seal and rushed in. He was in a tunnel surrounded by rays of light. He did not have time to think. A force appeared behind him and pushed him forward.
He did not resist because he did not sense any hostility or killing intent. Instead, there was a sense of urgency and eagerness in his mystic technique, as if he was yearning for something.
He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He had killed two birds with one stone to escape from Qiong Xiao's "demonic claws".
After walking ten thousand feet forward, Yang Jian arrived in front of a hall. The treasure seal in his hand trembled slightly and let out a few dragon roars. However, two dry coughs and light footsteps sounded in the hall.
Yang Jian fixed his eyes on the door of the hall. Between the two huge stone pillars, there was a thin and hunched figure walking out shakily with the help of a walking stick.
He was an old man who was already in his seventies. He was so old that it was impossible to tell how old he was. His snow-white eyebrows and beard drooped downwards, and his deep-set eyes did not fluctuate much.
"Are you the one who holds this seal the person sent by the later generations to retrieve the treasure?"
The old man said shakily. His voice was hoarse and dry.
Yang Jian hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I'm Yang Jian. Senior Xuanyuan favors me and has given me the treasure of this place."
"Oh," the old man replied weakly. He seemed to be thinking about something, but he also seemed to have fallen asleep while standing there.
Yang Jian did not say anything. He just stood there and waited quietly.
After ten minutes, the old man seemed to have suddenly woken up and said, "Did he tell you the conditions?"
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded and agreed.
"What is it?"
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment and looked at the old man. He felt a little troubled.
He naturally could not tell others about the agreement between him and Emperor Huang Xuanyuan. However, the old man was clearly the remnant spirit of the Black Turtle. He was the part of the spirit of the Black Turtle that did not want to reincarnate. He was the same person as Emperor Huang Xuanyuan.
After hesitating for a while, Yang Jian replied, "I want to fight the enemy who schemed against you back then after I master my Xuan Qi."
The old man looked at Yang Jian and asked, "Have you thought it through? He chose you because of your talent and luck, so that you will have the strength to fight against my opponent in the future. Although the things here can help you cultivate Xuan Qi, they are not indispensable for you. "
Why did the remnant spirit of the Black Turtle persuade me not to help them take revenge?
Yang Jian pondered for a while and did not say anything. He only maintained a smile at the old man.
The old man spoke for a while before slowly stopping. He was persuading Yang Jian to consider carefully. He did not want to form huge karma for no reason because of a moment of greed when he was young. He would be in danger of dying when he tried to repay it in the future.
Yang Jian only listened carefully and did not show the slightest disapproval.
Fighting against the Demon Master Kun Peng was not something that just anyone could do.
The old man slowly stopped speaking. Seeing that Yang Jian had made up his mind, he shook his head and said, "In that case, follow me in. With the aura he left on you and the dragon seal in your hand, you can take everything here. "
"Thank you, Senior." Yang Jian bowed to the old man and walked into the hall.
After sizing up his surroundings, Yang Jian walked at a moderate pace, ready to deal with any changes.
Along the way to the place where the old man was standing, Yang Jian did not discover any danger. He looked at the hall and could not shift his gaze away.
Pool, bookshelf, Pill Furnace, Array Formation Disc …
The stone hall in the Black Turtle's illusory body was the relic of the Black Turtle that countless cultivators were fighting to find.
However, even Qiong Xiao felt that the Black Turtle's illusory body was just a "divine beast" guarding the island in the middle of the lake. She did not expect the real Black Turtle's relic to be there.
Yang Jian was not in a hurry to rush over. Instead, he asked the old man.
"I wonder if there's a way to resolve the miasma in the North Continent."
"Yes, the Saint can take action," the old man said simply. Then, he brought Yang Jian to the bookshelf.
Yang Jian said, "Senior, please tell me in detail about the items here. If they're useless to me, I won't take them."
"Take them all. Take whatever you can." The old man sighed softly. "Since you've entered this place, this place will collapse in a short while. The Black Turtle True Spirit has long reincarnated. I'm just that wisp of undying obsession. "
Obsession.
Yang Jian wanted to ask what the old man was obsessed with. He vaguely felt that it was not because of his hatred for the Demon Master Kun Peng.
However, Yang Jian did not ask. He only followed the old man's instructions and took the few treasures on the bookshelf.
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