There were already many figures outside the Fog Spirit Hall. Yang Jian and Ao Xinke rushed out of the roof of the hall and were immediately surrounded by many figures. A general of the Spirit Clan shouted angrily, and countless streams of light rushed over.
That strange tone fell into the ears of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, and it was filled with anger.
"Stop these two people! The Spirit Lord is injured, and he is being held hostage by them! Take back the Spirit Lord! "
As soon as he said that, the surrounding Spirit Clan members seemed to have gone crazy and rushed towards Yang Jian like locusts.
"Enter the Black Tortoise Belt."
Yang Jian said in a low voice. Ao Xinke wanted to insist, but she looked up at the side of Yang Jian's face and only said, "Okay."
Although she did not want him to face the endless powerful enemies alone, Ao Xinke could not disobey Yang Jian's orders. She also knew that she might only be a burden there.
The Black Tortoise Belt flickered, and Ao Xinke entered it and wrapped Yang Jian with a layer of divine sense.
The spear swept across, and the Xuan Gang's spear shadows exploded. The figures within a thousand feet around Yang Jian fell like rain, and blood of all colors dyed the narrow world red.
With a cold snort, Yang Jian was already dressed in snow-white divine armor. He held a long sword in his left hand and a dragon spear in his right. His long hair, which was tied up simply, kept dancing. His eyes were calm at first, but there was a wisp of fighting spirit burning in the calmness.
So what if there are thousands of troops?
So what if there are many experts?
If I go, who can stop me!?
Several Sage-to-be auras swept over from behind. Yang Jian did not even look back. His figure was like a snow-white divine eagle as he rushed towards the city walls of Xuandu City!
"Stop him!"
"Bastard! Where are you going!? "
How can my Dao heart be affected by the angry curses?
The Sword Light flashed, as if Sect Master Tongtian had once cut away the sword intent of the Bell of Chaos with one sword strike, and also like Lü Chunyang's swift and fierce Heaven Slaying Sword move, Yang Jian's left hand swung out!
The dragon spear let out a loud cry, and a black dragon covered in black scales emerged from the body of the three-pointed, double-edged spear. Wherever it passed, limbs would fly!
The Sword Light tore open the gap, and the spear swept through the enemy. Yang Jian's figure moved forward without any hesitation!
"Halt the siege! Get into formation and face the enemy! Trap this fiend! "
A Sage-to-be of the Spirit Race shouted. His voice reverberated in the narrow space. Streams of divine senses and spiritual senses probed over, and their eyes were filled with surprise.
Someone shouted, "Yang Jian!? Why is he here? "
Several powerful spiritual senses trapped the Untainted Land cultivator, Daira, and forced him to tell them about Yang Jian's background.
In just a moment, Yang Jian had rushed out for many miles. Wherever he passed, corpses fell like rain. All the Chaotic Spirits and Untainted Land cultivators who dared to rush in front of him were his enemies!
Since they were his enemies, they had to be prepared to be killed by him.
Yang Jian's eyes were calm. He, who was born from the tribulation fire of Taoism, had learned not to think too much and not to look too much.
What did it have to do with him?
"Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"
Yang Jian finally shouted angrily. His figure suddenly turned into a fire phoenix, and his figure moved randomly. The Phoenix True Fire filled the whole sky!
However, seven or eight Sage-to-be experts had already set up a defensive formation in front of him, blocking Yang Jian's only way.
Yang Jian did not stop at all. He directly rushed into the formation. Heaven-opening Taoist Rhyme, Heaven-opening Style!
Those who blocked his way were all defeated!
Daira Jinxian, who shouted Yang Jian's name, had been brought in front of a Chaotic Spirit who was wearing a blood-red robe and had two horns on his forehead. The Chaotic Spirit emitted a murderous aura, which made Daira's face turn pale, and he found it difficult to breathe.
"What a powerful Untainted Land cultivator. His name is Yang Jian? What abilities does he have? "
"Tormented Spirit Lord." Daira forced himself to calm down. In this place, he did not "betray" the Untainted Land by revealing Yang Jian's background. They were all here for the opportunity to attain the Dao. Why did he have to use his background in the Untainted Land to kidnap him?
Daira Jinxian was originally an elder of a sect in the Middle Continent. He had been stuck in the Realm for a long time and could not break through. A few years ago, he entered the Chaos Sea to search and followed the ancient rumors to this place. He also cultivated in the Fog Spirit World for a few years.
He knew Yang Jian's reputation in detail. It was not a secret in the Untainted Land.
"This immortal's name is Yang Jian. He is the third generation disciple of the Primordial Saint, the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning. He is also the first disciple of the third generation. He is rather powerful and cultivates mystic techniques. Only Connate Cardinal treasures can break his immortal body. Those who are not top-notch mighty figures can not be his enemy … "
Daira thought for a while and looked at the Tormented Spirit Lord with a cold smile. He added, "His master is Yuding Zhenren. He is a rare mighty figure who is on par with a Saint."
He was on par with a Saint?
"Heh, the Six Saints of the Primordial World are only Saints of merit."
The Tormented Spirit Lord slowly stood up from his seat. His slender figure emitted a faint killing intent. On both sides of his sinister face, two strands of white hair blinked abnormally. The horns on his forehead emitted a faint wave.
The eyes of Daira Jinxian, who was kneeling in front of the Tormented Spirit Lord, suddenly glowed with blood-red light. He raised one hand and slammed it on his Nigong Pill, shattering his Primordial Spirit.
The Tormented Spirit Lord did not seem to feel anything. He opened his left hand and two women who looked similar to him carried a black sickle forward.
"Only Connate Cardinal treasures can injure him? Heh. "
The Tormented Spirit Lord revealed a cold smile. Two black lights surged out from his back and turned into two blood-black wings. His figure was like a blood-red comet as he attacked from the left side of Yang Jian.
This imposing manner naturally forced Yang Jian to divert some of his attention.
However, Yang Jian did not stop. He had already unlocked the 72 Transformations. He raised his spear and sword again. The figures in front of him fell like wheat being reaped.
"Brat, don't be so insolent!"
In the chaotic army in front of him, a Human Race Quasi-Sage smashed out dozens of flowing lights, enveloping Yang Jian's body.
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. He had already killed many Human Race Daira, but this was the first Human Race Quasi-Sage to attack him.
If they were in the Untainted Land, Yang Jian might have shown mercy because they were of the same race. However, this was the lawless Chaotic Sea and the other party had obviously used his full strength …
Why should he care about his enemy's background?
Even if this person was from the Chanism Sect, Yang Jian could not say anything even if he killed him!
Buzz!
The long spear swept out an arc of light and slashed horizontally. Yang Jian first took half a step back and leaned forward. The flowing lights smashed on Ao Xuehan, but it did not leave a single crack on it.
Yang Jian raised his head and sneered.
Then, his figure suddenly burst out!
72 Transformations, King Bird Spreads Its Wings!
The long line that was pulled out by the golden light spread out for thousands of feet before slowly dissipating from the end. The figure that was pierced by the golden line was sliced into two and slowly separated!
The Human Race Quasi-Sage was shocked. He held his left shoulder. His left arm and a small part of his body had disappeared. At that moment, he looked extremely terrifying.
This mystical ability …
"Yang Jian?"
When did such a ruthless person appear in the Untainted Land? I can't even stop him!
Another bloody light flashed past. The corpse of the Spirit Race that was killed by Yang Jian rapidly withered, turning into blood Qi that followed the blood-colored figure that rushed past.
The Human Race Quasi-Sage's expression changed again. He hurriedly retreated and looked at his rapidly drying wound. A Quasi-Sage Dao rune circulated and he swallowed pills to barely stabilize himself.
Narrowly escaped death …
The Quasi-Sage frowned. He had actually escaped from death once. How could a dignified Quasi-Sage feel a sense of joy after escaping from death?
"Crazy," the Human Race Quasi-Sage muttered and looked up at the blood-colored comet that had pounced behind Yang Jian. "Young cultivators nowadays are simply crazy …"
"Die!"
The Tormented Spirit Lord's sinister laughter resounded in every corner outside Xuandu City.
However, Yang Jian merely glanced upwards. The Connate Spiritual Treasure sword in his hand trembled continuously. Yang Jian grabbed it with a backhand grip and threw it towards the Evil Spirit Lord.
The Tormented Spirit Lord held the giant sickle with both hands and slashed downwards. However, the sword trembled slightly before it came into contact with the sickle. It split into four and dodged the sickle. It left three bloody marks on the back of the Tormented Spirit Lord's hands and shoulders. It also sliced off half of his horn.
The Tormented Spirit Lord's blood-red eyes froze for a moment. Then, he flew into a rage and slashed the sickle down vertically at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian pinched the sword seal with his left hand. The four flying swords combined into one. The Sword Manipulation Technique that he had secretly learned from Lü Chunyang was unleashed. The sword turned into a stream of light and rapidly reaped the lives of the Spirit Race soldiers.
As for Yang Jian, he gently turned his body sideways. The black sickle brushed past him, and the Dao runes that it released killed the figures within 10,000 feet.
Is this the close combat technique of the Chaos Spirit Race?
Yang Jian was a little disappointed. After all, he had some expectations for this opponent just now.
He held the spear in one hand and smashed it down, directly hitting the long handle of the sickle, causing the Tormented Spirit Lord's body to pause a few inches.
He bent his knees and punched.
Yang Jian's left fist and right knee smashed onto the Tormented Spirit Lord's face and abdomen almost at the same time. The latter's face instantly contorted. Before the disbelief in his eyes could dissipate, his body had already flown out.
"You're also a Spirit Lord?"
Yang Jian asked indifferently. His figure moved forward, and his spear was filled with the Xuan Gang. He was about to take the Tormented Spirit Lord's life …
"Slow down!"
An unhurried voice sounded from all directions. However, Yang Jian suddenly raised his head. A huge pitch-black hand that was like a mountain was pressing down on this place!
Its Dao runes and pressure made Yang Jian feel alarmed. The mystic body was actually reminding him to dodge quickly!
However, there was no way to dodge!
"So many people are bullying my little Disciple-Nephew. Are you courting death?"
Another familiar voice sounded. This slightly lazy tone made Yang Jian a little dumbfounded.
An invisible aura blasted from the city walls of the Xuandu City, sending the huge hand that covered the sky flying. The aura wrapped around Yang Jian's body and pulled Yang Jian back.
Yang Jian looked at the Tormented Spirit Lord, who was glaring at Yang Jian.
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and his fingers behind his back formed a sword seal. The flying sword that had flown behind the Tormented Spirit Lord stabbed into his back and came out from his abdomen.
"You! Pfft! "The Tormented Spirit Lord spat out blood, but he hurriedly stopped the Xuanqi on the sword.
Actually, Yang Jian was a little hesitant. That was because after the Xuanqi rushed into that fellow's body, he did not know where to find that person's essence soul.
Helpless, he could only destroy the Tormented Spirit Lord's body slightly.
The aura enveloped Yang Jian and swept the foreign races and the Primordial World cultivators away. In the blink of an eye, it crossed 500 kilometers and entered the array formation of the Xuandu City.
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's lazy voice sounded again.
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