It was as if the frozen Chaos Sea had been propped up by the high wall. The sky and the ground were hazy.
When he stepped on it, it was like cotton. It was as if the universe and time had been frozen. When he looked up, he saw that the "sky" was just above his head, as if it would press down at any moment.
The reason for such a beautiful scene was the pitch-black wall.
It stood at the end of the world that was filled with people. There was a colorful wall of light lingering on it. The wall of light cut off all methods of detection. Spiritual senses, mystical abilities, and gazes could not be seen through.
It was a magnificent array formation that Yang Jian had never seen before. It blocked the endless attacks in front of it. From time to time, it would produce hurricanes and Skyfire, evaporating and burning the crowded Spirit race in front of it.
If one took a closer look, there would be many treasure lights flashing in the array formation. That caused the experts of the Spirit Race army to die from time to time.
There were not many shouts of killing. There was fear, despair, and madness. The battle here seemed to have never stopped since ancient times. The Spirit race that kept turning into powder was really like cannon fodder. It was useless.
An endless stream of Spirit Race troops entered the battlefield and took over the gaps in front of them. They surged towards the pitch-black city wall …
The dozen or so Daira Gold Demons who were exploring the Chaos kept sending voice transmissions. They seemed to be stunned by the scene and hesitated if they should participate in the battle.
"Fellow Daoists, please come this way. The battle is in a stalemate. We should be faster."
The Grand Luo of the Ling Clan who was in charge of guiding them said in a low voice, and Yang Jian and Ao Xinke immediately followed them. The dozen or so Golden Demons of the Great Overarching Heaven discussed for a moment, and as if they did not want to lose to the two Primordial Humans, they also went forward together.
"Please lead the way."
"Fellow Daoists, please be more polite when you see the Spirit Lord."
The foreign Grand Luo smiled as he instructed them, and brought them flying towards the battlefield.
At first glance, the endless world was densely packed with figures of foreign races. The scale was dozens of times larger than the million cultivators in the Primordial Chiliocosm.
However, if one looked carefully, they could see that the vast number of living beings of the Spirit Race were actually isolated from each other according to the four regions. They had also formed an array similar to the Four Symbols Array. The array was also constantly pressing the city walls of the Xuandu City …
Yang Jian sighed softly.
"Husband, what's wrong?" Ao Xinke transmitted her voice and asked with concern.
Yang Jian sighed. "I can't bear to think that I'll have to fight them for the next ten thousand years and perhaps kill countless living beings with my own hands."
Ao Xinke nodded gently. Other than holding Yang Jian's arm and leaning on Yang Jian, she didn't know how to comfort her.
At this moment, a crow-like voice came from behind the two of them.
"Heh, two little fellows of the Human Tribe, if you are afraid, go back to the Untainted Land to cultivate! This is not a place where you can be tired of! What a disgrace! "
Yang Jian looked over with furrowed brows, his gaze sweeping across the rather handsome Zenith Heaven Golden Demon.
Without saying a word, Yang Jian only had a little killing intent in his heart. The Daira Golden Demon's flying figure suddenly stopped. Colorful feathers appeared all over his body, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Watch your words. I don't want to kill demons and defend the Dao now."
Yang Jian said calmly and led Ao Xinke forward.
Just as the other Daira Golden Demons were about to reprimand him, the Daira Golden Demon hurriedly stopped his brothers from standing up for him.
"No, no …"
It was a Golden Pheasant that had become a spirit. In ancient times, it had cultivated into Daira. Because it was dissatisfied with the arrogance of some demon officials in the ancient Celestial Court, it had entered the Chaos with its friends and never returned to the Primordial World.
The Golden Pheasant Spirit's voice trembled uncontrollably. "We can't provoke him! Believe me, we can't provoke this person. "
A few Daira Golden Demons frowned, while a few Daira Golden Demons pondered.
A demon said in a low voice, "The Golden Pheasant's spiritual perception is extraordinary. It has already helped us avoid countless disasters. We have to believe it."
"What's the background of this little … little cultivator of the human race? Why haven't we heard of him before? "
"I'm afraid he's a ruthless person who has recently obtained the Dao. I wonder which ancient mighty figure's disciple he is. We haven't returned to the Primordial World for a long time, so we can obtain very little information. We'll know his background after testing him later."
The Golden Pheasant Spirit could not help but recall Yang Jian's gaze previously. His Adam's apple trembled. "Let's not test him."
In front, the alien race's Daira saw everything. His attitude towards Yang Jian became more respectful. He turned around and shouted, "Fellow Daoists, please hurry up."
The dozen or so Daira Golden Demons followed from afar, but they did not approach Yang Jian and Ao Xinke.
Fortunately, after flying for a while, they met up with the other Daira Jinxian who had just come from the Fog Spirit World. There were more than a hundred of them. They gathered into a "torrent" of experts that could not be ignored and flew towards a huge palace near the frontline.
The palace was actually a Connate numinous treasure!
Yang Jian was slightly surprised. How many precious materials did it take to refine such a magnificent Connate numinous treasure? How long would it take for it to advance to a Connate numinous treasure?
That was an unknown number.
There were two words hanging in front of the hall — Fog Spirit. There was a group of women from the Spirit Race who were dressed lightly in front of the door to welcome them. In the eyes of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, they were all beautiful women with foreign charms. However, their cultivation levels were not bad. There were more than ten Golden Immortals mixed among them.
Clearly, the experts in the Fog Spirit Hall had been sent to attack the Xuandu City. There were definitely more than that number of guards here.
The ten foreign Grand Luo who led the hundred or so Grand Luo here bowed at the great hall before turning to leave.
Among the guards of the Spirit Lord of Fog, the female alien with the highest cultivation level walked forward and bowed to the hundred or so Daira in front of her.
One was the bow that the women of the Primordial World often did. It was elegant and dignified. The other was the bow that the alien race and the Spirit Race often used …
Although the waves were turbulent, they did not reveal anything. It was also a good ability.
"Thank you for your help. The legacy of the Xuandu City should have been shared by the living beings of the Chaos Sea. We will definitely be able to open the array formation of the Xuandu City this time!"
The female alien spoke forcefully. Unfortunately, the Daira cultivators in front of her did not respond.
Most of the Daira cultivators were from the Primordial World. Most of them had participated in such a battle more than once. At that moment, they were very calm and their gazes did not waver.
"Fellow Daoists, please." The woman bowed and made an inviting gesture. The Daira entered the hall.
The hall was like the Crystal Palace of Dragons. It was magnificent and rather noble.
Stepping on the colorful and crystal ground, they admired the crystal pillars that were like icicles but had a natural beauty. The hundred-odd Daira walked into the depths of the hall step by step.
In the deepest part, there was a curtain. More than ten ferocious Spirit generals stood there and waited. A few of them looked anxious.
Clearly, they were the subordinates of the Spirit Lord of Fog. They were waiting there to "distribute" reinforcements.
Yang Jian sent a voice transmission to Ao Xinke. "Should we kill them all at once?"
"Husband, there are seven or eight Quasi-Saints among them. I can't see through the strength of two of them. We should be careful."
Yang Jian nodded. "That's right. We haven't fought with the Spirit Clan, so we don't know what they are capable of. I'm thinking that it's best to injure them badly. They won't be able to recover for tens of thousands of years. That way, we can feel more comfortable. "
Ao Xinke chuckled and leaned against Yang Jian. "You have the final say. If there are no strong enemies, don't throw me into your belt."
After coming out of the Primordial World, her temperament seemed to have changed a little.
Yang Jian nodded with a smile. He stood still and mixed with Ao Xinke among the experts, standing in the corner opposite to the front.
Behind the curtain that blocked the Divine Senses, a slender figure could be vaguely seen getting up from the soft couch. She slowly bowed to the people below, which was the Spirit Clan's salute of covering her chest.
He wondered if the Spirit Lord of Fog had the same voluptuous body but didn't show it …
A trace of the Dao Rune of the Quasi-Saint Realm circulated. This Dao Rune made Yang Jian immediately put away his arrogance.
The Spirit Lord of Fog's cultivation level was probably not low. He could be considered a strong enemy.
Ao Xinke immediately sent a voice transmission to Yang Jian. "She's injured. Her injuries are not light. Her Dao base is even damaged. There seems to be an irresolvable Yin and Yang power in her body."
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.
Yin and Yang power? Could it be that Uncle-Master Xuan Du returned to Xuandu City in time and injured the Four Spirit Lords?
The Spirit Lord of Fog's weak voice sounded.
"Thank you for coming to help, Fellow Daoists. The battle is urgent now. The other three Spirit Lords and I attacked at the same time and injured the people guarding the Xuandu City. This is an unprecedented opportunity."
Many Daira, who had come to help, were shocked.
Yang Jian frowned slightly … Are the other three Spirit Lords very powerful? How could the Spirit Lord of Fog injure Uncle-Master Xuan Du?
Or could it be that Uncle-Master was seriously injured when killing Qian Hong?
That's right!
In order to kill Qian Hong, Great Daoist Master Xuan Du had transformed into a black and white shadow and set up the peerlessly ferocious array formation. He had gathered the power of the six Saints and a few experts to "trap" Qian Hong.
As for the inexplicably strong axe that he struck out, before it smashed Qian Hong, it must have first broken the formation that Xuan Du had set up!
It was possible that Xuan Du would suffer a backlash from the array formation because of that!
Yang Jian frowned. Fortunately, they were not late. Otherwise, something would have happened to Uncle-Master Xuan Du.
Now that things had come to this, Yang Jian had no choice but to fight the Spirit Lord of Fog and the Primordial World cultivators and living beings of the Chaos.
Yang Jian pulled Ao Xinke's wrist. The latter seemed to be able to read minds and knew what Yang Jian was going to do.
Before Yang Jian could speak, Ao Xinke had already released her aura. The Dao runes of the Su Water Great Mystery slowly spread out, and the sound of a stream seemed to appear in the hall.
"Oh?" There was a hint of surprise in the Spirit Lord of Fog's voice. "I didn't expect that such an expert would come to help today. Please … come forward. Someone, bring a seat here. "
As soon as Ao Xinke's Sage-to-be Dao runes appeared, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke immediately stood out like cranes in a flock of chickens. The Daira around them, regardless of whether they were born in the Primordial World or the Chaos World, all retreated subconsciously, their faces full of vigilance.
Yang Jian cupped his hands at the Spirit Lord of Fog and walked out of the crowd step by step with Ao Xinke leaning against him. They arrived at the high platform and sat down in front of the curtain.
The eyes of the dozen or so Golden Demons of Daira almost popped out. The Golden Pheasant Spirit patted his chest and said in a low voice, "It's true. I was right. These two can't be provoked."
"Hmph, I thought this kid was a ruthless character. I didn't expect him to be that woman's doll."
"Hush, hush. Even if it's a voice transmission, we can't be careless. Who knows what this woman is capable of?"
Sure enough, Ao Xinke turned her head to look at the Golden Demon of Daira who had scolded Yang Jian just now. There was a hint of anger in her beautiful eyes. The latter's face turned pale and he hurriedly lowered his head.
The strong would always be strong. In an almost disorderly environment like the Chaos World, the strong were more deterrent.
The Spirit Lord of Fog said directly, "You two must have other conditions. Why don't you hurry up and say it? The situation ahead is urgent, and we need experts like you to help us."
"I do have a condition." Yang Jian nodded. He wanted to say domineeringly, "I'll borrow your head," but when the words reached his mouth, he said, "Fellow Daoist, are you still unwilling to meet me?"
The Spirit Lord of Fog laughed. "I was careless."
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