"Master, when can I learn the escape technique?"
"Do you have any place you want to go?"
"Yes, yes." The young girl shook her head gently. She looked at her master's back by the window and sat cross-legged. She felt a little embarrassed.
Yang Jian's main body was sailing on a battleship in the Chaos Sea. He diverted some of his attention to his incarnation and came over to guide his disciple in cultivation.
"Master …" Zi Xia pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "A few days ago, the Celestial Court came to summon you. Why didn't you go to the Celestial Court to report?"
Yang Jian chuckled. "I've already said that I'm only leaving my incarnation here. How can I fight for the Celestial Court?"
"Oh." Zi Xia looked a little disappointed. She said in a low voice, "I was still thinking about how handsome Master would be if he could wear armor like those Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals."
"What are you thinking about when you don't think about cultivation!?!" Yang Jian reprimanded her with a straight face. Zi Xia giggled. "Then, Master, teach me the escape technique to escape and protect my life. I can escape in time if I encounter danger."
This disciple is becoming more and more impudent. I'm really not dignified enough as a master …
However, speaking of which, he was the only disciple of Perfected Lord Erlang, the grand-disciple of Yuding Zhenren, and the direct disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning.
"I'll teach you the Golden Light of Earth," Yang Jian said with a smile. "Your cultivation level is still low. You can't master a profound escape technique."
Zi Xia blinked and hurriedly sat up straight. She lowered her head and said, "Thank you for imparting the technique, Master."
"Listen carefully … Do you want to go out?"
"Yes, your disciple wishes to explore the outside world and see the world, the mountains and the rivers."
Yang Jian smiled. He was worried about something and said, "Go and invite Fengshan and Feng Wu out of seclusion. I'll bring you to the Primordial World."
"Master, really?"
Zi Xia's eyes were filled with surprise. Yang Jian deliberately put on a straight face and said, "If you're not willing, forget it. Cultivate in peace."
"Master, I am willing! Master, I'm willing! I'm going to call the two mistresses! "
Yang Jian glared at her. Zixia giggled and ran away.
Not long after, two phoenix cries came from the depths of Mount Mei. It was Feng Wu, who was gentle and tranquil, but with a tinge of sorrow, and Feng Shan, who looked tired and seemed to have overexerted herself in her practice. Zixia dragged them in front of Yang Jian.
The Primogenitor Phoenix Feather was in Yang Jian's main body, so Yang Jian felt somewhat indebted to the two of them. With a faint smile on his face, he said, "Do you two want to go out for a walk?"
Feng Wu smiled gently and nodded at Yang Jian. "Alright."
Feng Shan, on the other hand, muttered in a low voice, "Where are you going? Don't you know how tired it is for us to cultivate? You're a powerful cultivator now, but you don't know the suffering of us little cultivators! "
"Cultivation also requires a balance between work and rest." Yang Jian became more patient with Feng Shan. He smiled and said, "Which one of you can wield a transcendent artifact? I can't waste the cultivation of my incarnation. If I waste it, it will be gone. "
"Let me do it." As Feng Wu spoke, she took out a fire feather. The fire feather emitted a gentle light and turned into a small boat that looked like a crescent moon.
"Master, please," Zixia said as she waited on his side. Yang Jian smiled and stepped into the boat.
He did not want to walk around the Primordial World. After all, his main body was not in the Primordial World. Although his incarnation was somewhat powerful, it was difficult for him to take charge alone. It was more reliable to guard the mountain.
However, his disciple wanted to go out for a walk …
It was difficult for immortals to have children. Yang Jian had learned how to treat his disciple from Yuding Zhenren. It was almost 120% love.
Although her name was Zi Xia, Yang Jian would not be so bored as to think that she would have anything to do with a monkey. After all, this was the Primordial World. There might be Journey to the West, but that was only a scheme of the Western Sect.
At that moment, Yang Jian was not afraid of the Western Sect at all.
At most, his main body would come back and fight once. It would only take him ten days to half a month.
When he boarded the fire boat, he did not feel hot. Instead, he felt cool everywhere.
Feng Shan leaned against the corner and closed her eyes to rest. Zi Xia lay at the bow of the boat and looked outside excitedly.
"Where are we going?" Feng Wu asked softly.
Yang Jian said, "Let's take a walk. It's time to bring her to see the world."
"Yes." Feng Wu nodded slightly. She controlled the fire boat and flew out of the Mei Mountain Array Formation, heading towards the Middle Continent.
At the bottom of the Mei Mountain, Bai Ze, who had sensed the changes in the array formation, opened his eyes and muttered, "The incarnation is not even idle. As expected, it still attacked the two little phoenixes. Tsk tsk, this fellow."
At the back of the Mei Mountain, Daon, who was training the young Wu people, smacked his lips. He suddenly began to miss the Witches in the clan land.
Perhaps, he should consider finding a Witch and giving birth to a few Little Witches to spread his bloodline.
Yang Jian was already so capable, yet he was still working tirelessly on this matter …
"Keep your spirits up. Practice what I just taught you a thousand times. If you miss one, I will kick you!"
Da Ang said fiercely. The group of young boys and girls of the Sorcerer Tribe wore indifferent faces. They then started to practice the fighting skills of the Da Ang Sect.
As for the punishment, they had only heard about it from the teacher-in-charge. They had never seen him actually do it.
Daon looked around with his hands behind his back. He found an empty corner, lay down on a rock, and began to sleep.
This was probably his usual habit.
Outside the Mei Mountain, the fire boat did not fly slowly. They did not talk much. Yang Jian took out a pot of sake and drank with Feng Wu. The two seemed to be unable to find anything to talk about, but they got along peacefully.
Zi Xia looked around on the boat and kept whispering praises.
Looking at the strange mountains and admiring the Great Water Swamp.
Zi Xia's long hair fluttered gently. Yang Jian glanced at her and shook his head with a smile.
"Ah, this disciple of mine can't stay still."
Zi Xia turned to look at her master and felt aggrieved. Yang Jian waved his hand. "That's good."
Feng Wu smiled and poured wine for Yang Jian. She handed it to Yang Jian with both hands and said in a low voice, "I haven't thanked you for letting Uncle off that day, Perfected Lord."
"You mentioned it last time. Have you forgotten?"
Feng Wu blinked and looked at Yang Jian. She insisted, "This time, it's more formal."
"Haha." Yang Jian laughed and took the wine cup. He raised his head and took a sip.
"He and I are not mortal enemies. I am also touched by Senior Kong Xuan's painstaking efforts for the Phoenix Clan." Yang Jian sighed softly. "Although peacocks eat people, Kong Xuan is now an indispensable mighty figure in the world. He has even gone to the Chaos Sea to travel …"
Yang Jian paused. It was not appropriate for others to hear the rest of the information.
Kong Xuan had gone to find the enemy. Yang Jian had some respect for him.
If it was him, he would rather fight with his life on the line and protect them behind him when those powerful enemies attacked, rather than take such a risk alone, because he was too reluctant to part with too many people.
At that time, Kong Xuan had been schemed against by the Golden-Winged Roc of the phoenix race and the Western Sect. He was probably already disheartened.
"Don't go back to the Phoenix Clan in the future," Yang Jian said. "If they look for you, inform me. I promised Kong Xuan to protect you and your sister back then. I will protect you to the end."
Feng Wu looked at Yang Jian tenderly, making Yang Jian feel a little embarrassed.
"Don't think too much. This is a gentleman's promise to Kong Xuan."
Feng Wu said, "Yes, I know. Here's another toast to you."
Yang Jian smiled and handed the cup over. When he saw the blue sky, white clouds, and the Immortal Court in the sky, he was more or less touched.
He could not see such a scene in the Chaos Sea.
…
At a glance, the Chaos Sea was filled with all kinds of gray fog. There was an indescribable danger hidden in the fog.
More than ten coffin-like battleships advanced in a formation in the Chaos Sea. Behind these battleships, there were millions of figures. They were divided into four arrays and followed behind the battleships.
Hundreds of Daira Jinxian were scattered throughout the army. They formed an array with the three Quasi-Saints and barely stabilized the Chaos Sea around the army.
This kind of "stability" was especially necessary. Otherwise, this powerful army would easily be devoured by the Chaos rift that suddenly appeared or attract the Chaos beasts to hunt.
In the third battleship on the left, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke sat on a meditation cushion in the corner. Yang Jian closed his eyes and seemed to be cultivating.
In fact, his mind had returned to the Primordial World through the Chaos Sea. He had used his incarnation to accompany his disciple in the world.
"Husband …"
In the Primordial World, Yang Jian immediately made a gesture and closed his eyes to meditate. He slowly closed his eyes.
It was as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of time. Yang Jian's mind was pulled away and disappeared in the vast Chaos Sea in the blink of an eye. He returned to his main body.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, and a divine light gradually condensed in his blank eyes.
Ao Xinke sent a voice transmission. "Should we kill these demons?"
Yang Jian wanted to say kill, but he thought of something and whispered, "If they don't offend us, we don't have to care about them."
Perhaps, the dozen or so Daira Golden Demons would also be a small combat force to protect the Primordial World.
Although it was also possible that they would turn the tip of the saber …
"Are we almost there?"
Ao Xinke nodded slightly and whispered, "Husband, I heard from the Quasi-Saint that we are about to arrive outside Xuandu City. He wants us to meet the Spirit Lord of Fog."
"Really?" Yang Jian smiled.
Are the cultivators in the Chaos so unwary? They don't even know their background, yet they want them to meet the Spirit Lord of Fog?
They are really courting death.
However, on second thought, Yang Jian immediately understood why they could approach the four Spirit Lords so easily.
To the cultivators who came here, there were countless examples of them hitting it off with the Spirit Race in order to enter the Xuandu City to search for their own opportunities.
On the other hand, the Xuandu City was almost completely sealed. With the protection of the array formation, no one had ever entered or exited. No one would have thought that there would be "strong reinforcements" in the Xuandu City today.
"Everyone, we're here."
A Spirit, Daira, stood up and said. The ox demon who had recruited them had disappeared. The credit should have been snatched by the higher-ups.
Yang Jian smiled and quietly waited for the dozen or so demon experts on the battleship to go down first. Only then did he step out of the battleship with Ao Xinke and enter …
Chaos Sea?
No, it was like a world. Although Yin and Yang were still indistinguishable, the Chaos Sea seemed to have solidified.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a kind of faint Dao rune …
"Husband, that's the Xuandu City."
Yang Jian looked up. His eyes reflected the pitch-black high wall that shone under the colorful light in the sky. His heart inexplicably palpitated a little.
Finally …
Saint's Tomb.
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