When Yang Jian was in the Fog Spirit Realm, he had seen the appearance of the Spirit Lord of Fog on the huge projection of recruitment.
But he was still a little surprised to see her in person.
The Taoist Rhyme, which was like mist and gauze, flowed gently. Her slender body covered by the gauze clothes exuded all the beauty of a woman, but it also made people restless and had an impulse to reach out and touch her …
Under the Yuan Spirit Tree, the small bronze cauldron suddenly made a soft sound. Yang Jian's Yuan Spirit Tree rustled, and Yang Jian immediately woke up.
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, but it only lasted for a moment. He looked up again, and although he saw a beautiful body, he could no longer feel any waves in his heart.
Ao Xinke said, "My husband, the Spirit Lord of Fog seems to be born with the magical power of charm."
Yang Jian nodded and took it as the racial talent of the women of the Fog Spirit Clan …
But then again, Daira Jinxian could only listen to him talk, but a Sage-to-be could see his face. This Spirit Lord of Fog was really "snobbish".
The Chaos World was disorderly, and the weak had no place to rely on.
Daira Jinxian could be considered an expert among the Chaotic Creatures. Sage-to-be cultivators, even those who had just entered the Sage-to-be Realm, would be treated as distinguished guests in the Chaotic Spirit Clan.
While Yang Jian was sizing up the Spirit Lord of Fog, the Spirit Lord of Fog was also staring at Yang Jian with her light blue eyes. There was a hint of curiosity and contemplation in her eyes.
Only then did the Spirit Lord of Fog and the others in the hall notice that they couldn't see through the strength of the man next to the Sage-to-be expert …
"Is this the Spirit Lord of Fog?" Yang Jian said, sitting on the chair and cupping his fists. "I'm sorry."
"Should I find a suitable excuse to attack her, or should I attack her directly?"
Yang Jian was sizing up the strength of the experts in the hall. In his opinion, only the Sage-to-be of the alien tribe could be a threat, but the Spirit Lord of Fog was also a Sage-to-be.
If he wasn't ruthless, she might escape.
Spirit Lord of Fog chuckled. Many Daira Jinxian in the hall looked fascinated, but more Daira Jinxian lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. Obviously, they knew how powerful Spirit Lord of Fog was.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Ding, how's your cultivation?"
Yang Jian smiled and said, "It's about the same as my wife … Isn't the front line tight? Why don't the Spirit Lord allow the generals to lead the heroes over first? The two of us have something to discuss with the Spirit Lord. "
"Oh?" The Spirit Master of the Fog chuckled and said, "There's no hurry. What's the matter, Fellow Daoist Green Cauldron?"
Yang Jian turned his head and swept his gaze across the crowd before he nodded his head gently. "Since the Spirit Lord wants me to say it in front of so many people, what's wrong with me saying it? It's just some secrets about the entrance to the Great Tomb in Xuandu City. "
Xuandu City, Great Tomb?
All the cultivators looked over, and the Spirit Lord of Fog's beautiful eyes even lit up for a moment.
"Don't speak rashly about this matter. Don't offend the many Saints who are sleeping in Xuandu City."
The Spirit Lord of Fog's expression was solemn as she said, "Generals, wait for the fellow Daoists to return to the camp to make arrangements for attacking the city."
"Yes, Spirit Lord."
The ten foreign generals who had been waiting there answered in unison. All of them turned around expressionlessly and walked towards the Daira Jinxian.
At that moment, the gazes that they gave Yang Jian were much more interesting.
A few of the ten foreign generals looked at Yang Jian threateningly. They did not want Yang Jian to tell them the "secret", but they were warning Yang Jian not to play any tricks.
The gazes of the Daira Jinxian were much more complicated. There was envy and dissatisfaction. Some of them were even deducing Yang Jian's background. Unfortunately, there was no power of the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao to borrow, so they could not deduce anything.
Yang Jian sat there with a slightly arrogant expression. When the figures behind him gradually left and there were more guards beside the Spirit Lord of Fog, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"Fellow Daoist, have you said it?" The Spirit Lord of Fog said in a low voice, "That tomb is very important to the Spirit Race. To be honest, I have repeatedly deduced that there might be an opportunity for me to attain the Dao in that tomb."
"Oh?" Yang Jian pondered for a moment, but he chuckled in his heart.
Yang Jian said, "Did you suddenly have a sudden urge to explore that place when you were cultivating, Spirit Lord?"
"It's not a sudden urge. I was inspired by the Saint's Dao laws." The Spirit Lord of Fog sighed softly. "What's wrong with the entrance?"
"Spirit Lord, please come closer."
"How dare you!" The female guard with a voluptuous figure reprimanded softly. "Are you up to no good?"
The Spirit Lord of Fog frowned slightly. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
Yang Jian stood up calmly. He did not look angry at all. Instead, he chuckled.
"If you say that I'm up to no good, then I'm up to no good."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Xinke flipped her hands. Suddenly, waves of water appeared everywhere in the hall. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a simple but stable array.
It was like a water ball with a diameter of hundreds of feet, trapping them inside.
However, Yang Jian's charging figure was even faster than Ao Xinke's flipping of her hands!
His body was like an arrow leaving the bow, and his flickering shadow turned into a stream of light!
Yang Jian was already holding a three-pointed, double-edged spear in his hand. The tip of the spear was pointed diagonally, and he was about to cut the throat!
The expressions of the guards changed. However, compared to Yang Jian's ferocity, their movements were so weak and powerless.
The Spirit Lord of Fog looked calm as if she had expected this. However, she could only barely make a Dharma Seal with her hands when Yang Jian rushed in front of her.
A trace of Daoist Rhyme flowed. Yang Jian's long spear stabbed forward and directly penetrated the Spirit Lord of Fog's figure. However, it did not feel like he had touched the real body at all …
The Spirit Lord of Fog's magical power!
Among the guards, the aura of two old female guards suddenly skyrocketed. One of them was at the peak of Daira, and the other was a solid Sage-to-be. Together with the voluptuous female guard, they pounced on Yang Jian!
Ao Xinke quickly reinforced the array. A hint of killing intent flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. The long spear in his hand suddenly turned into hundreds of thousands, and he launched a fierce attack on the Spirit Lord of Fog's delicate body that did not seem to have a real body!
The soft couch exploded, and the high platform collapsed. The array that Ao Xinke had painstakingly built was affected by the spear shadows and almost destroyed.
Yang Jian frowned. He looked at the Spirit Lord of Fog, who was sneering at him. The latter was not injured at all.
Was this an illusion?
No, she was really standing in front of him. Yang Jian was sure of it.
Then, it must be that her magical power was so powerful that she was not affected by his attack at all …
Although Yang Jian was surprised, he still forced himself to fight. Two of the three figures had already pounced on him!
But Yang Jian did not even look at them!
A Sage-to-be Spirit Lord of Fog's guard thrust out his palms, which were mixed with brilliant spiritual power, in an attempt to push Yang Jian away.
The guard captain held a short blade with both hands and directly attacked Yang Jian's neck and back. The short blade in his hand was also a Primordial Spiritual Treasure, which was extremely sharp. Unfortunately …
Bang! Ping!
The former was the sound of the palm wind, while the latter was the sound of a weapon being slashed.
At this moment, the hall became inexplicably quiet. The eyes of the Spirit Lord of Fog were a little shocked, and the two guards whose palms and blades were touching Yang Jian's figure were a little unprepared and dumbfounded.
Indestructible, as steady as a mountain!
Yang Jian's body shook violently. Xuanqi burst out vigorously, and the two figures on his left and right were directly shaken back.
The female guard with her voluptuous body stared at Yang Jian's neck, only to find that she could not even leave a white mark on it …
"Who are you?"
The Spirit Lord of Fog shouted angrily. His delicate body was a little twisted, and he hurriedly retreated like smoke.
How could Yang Jian let go of the duck that was already in his mouth?
He took two steps forward and snatched the Dragon Snake. His long spear produced many spear shadows, which continuously pierced through the Spirit Lord of Fog's body!
Yang Jian really did not believe that there was a magical power in this world that was truly invincible. There must be a limit to her endurance!
"Take them down!"
"Protect the Spirit Lord!"
Clamorous shouts came from behind him, and streams of light rushed into the main hall one after another.
Ao Xinke's white hands made a series of seals, and a monstrous flood raged out. A huge wall of water slammed toward the hall's door. Along the way, shadows flashed and cursed constantly.
The long spear in Yang Jian's hand did not stop. The Spirit Lord of Fog was already injured, and he could not escape even if he wanted to, so he could only be chased by Yang Jian.
The Spirit Lord of Fog's guards in the formation rushed over again, trying to stop Yang Jian's footsteps, but they were either injured or pushed back by Yang Jian.
Except for three or four of them, the other guards could not withstand the power of Yang Jian's spear shadows at all.
"Who the hell are you!"
The Spirit Lord of Fog shouted angrily. The two crystal pillars behind him were slowly collapsing, because they had been hit too many times by Yang Jian's spear shadows.
Yang Jian curled his lips, and without answering, he just launched a series of attacks.
The Spirit Lord of Fog probably meant that his body was like mist, without a physical body? Or that he could only maintain the state of "Spirit Mist" for a certain period of time?
Yang Jian was not very familiar with this place, and he did not know anything about the Four Great Spirit Lords. He had taken a lot of risks to attack at this time.
Of course, he was also confident that he could escape with his wife at any time.
"Damn it!"
The Spirit Lord of Fog had obviously reached the limit of her endurance. It was a great insult for her to be "riddled with holes" by Yang Jian.
She suddenly opened her cherry mouth, and the Spirit Lord of Fog resisted Yang Jian's spear shadows head-on. In an instant, her body turned into a cloud of blue mist, and only the outline of a human figure was left.
That beautiful face and that alluring figure were all hazy at this moment.
Her eyes shone with a brilliant blue brilliance, and her body was expanding rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a "Spirit Lord of Fog", holding a blue sword in her hand, and directly chopped at Yang Jian!
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and raised his spear!
With a clang, the sword was thrown away. Enduring the pain, the Spirit Lord of Fog, who had forcibly activated her magical power, let out a roar, and her eyes were surging with endless anger!
"Husband! A large number of masters are coming! "
Yang Jian frowned slightly. He had also sensed that countless figures were rushing toward the Spirit Lord of Fog. But looking at the Spirit Lord of Fog, who was shrinking again, he did not want to miss this opportunity.
The Spirit Lord of Fog tried to retreat again, but Yang Jian had already pressed forward. A wisp of Divine Sense kept wandering in the Black Tortoise Belt, trying to find a treasure that could restrain this guy.
"Humph! What can you do to me? Today, I'll capture you alive and torture you! "
Such fierce words were really a bit strong in appearance but weak in reality.
Yang Jian's mind suddenly lit up …
Torture, torture … It seemed that he really had a treasure, which might be a threat to the Spirit Lord of Fog.
At the door of the hall, two figures rushed over quickly. They were two of the ten Foreign Tribe generals who had just left, and they were both Sage-to-be Realm experts.
The Spirit Lord of Fog let out a shrill scream, as if urging them to break the formation set up by Ao Xinke. But before the scream could finish, it suddenly turned into a scream full of fear.
Suddenly looking down, the Spirit Lord of Fog looked at the golden square tube that had appeared at her feet and swallowed half of her calf. Her face was full of terror!
"No! Don't melt it! "
Yang Jian released a stream of Xuanqi with both hands. The golden square tube shone brightly and swallowed the Spirit Lord of Fog like a big mouth.
"It's done?"
Yang Jian was a little surprised. Under the gazes of the three figures who rushed over, he picked up the Primordial Chaos Golden Dipper and stuffed it into the Black Tortoise Belt.
"No wonder it is the first toilet in the Untainted Land!"
"Fortunately, I forgot to return it to Yunxiao under the Kirin Cliff of Kunlun Mountain …"
"Let's go!"
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