Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Yang Jian openly entered the Xuandu City that the living beings were fighting to enter …
If a gaze could destroy a Primordial Spirit, Yang Jian would have been reduced to nothing by now.
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's voice was like a nightmare to many experts among the Chaotic Creatures. The aura that sent the black hand flying was even more domineering in the Clear Void Illusion.
Isn't Uncle-Master injured?
When Yang Jian was "picked up" and returned to the Xuandu City, he could not help but feel a little worried. He was afraid that Xuan Du would forcefully attack to protect him.
The black hand that covered the sky indeed gave him a huge sense of oppression. It was definitely a powerful enemy that he could not defeat at that moment. His mystic body was reminding him to dodge quickly.
His mystic body and spiritual perception could probably be classified as the intuition that he had accumulated during fights. They were already considered instincts.
As soon as he entered the colorful array formation, Yang Jian was inexplicably shocked by the scene in front of him.
Looking at the Xuandu City from outside the array formation, there was only a pitch-black wall. When he got closer, he could see the wounds on the wall. He could see that the pitch-black color was just the color of blood that had been dyed over and over again.
Desolation, sorrow, and a repressive sense of dignity assaulted him.
That was the Xuandu City that Yang Jian was thinking of!
After entering the Xuandu City, Yang Jian saw another scene.
Nine high walls stood tall, one higher than the other. Layers of array formations flowed with colorful light. The further one went, the stronger the power of the array formation.
Between the two layers of high walls, there were stone statues of all kinds of shapes and races, stretching for an unknown distance to the left and a distance of about a thousand miles from the front to the back.
The stone statue did not move, but it emitted endless pressure. The Golden Immortal aura faintly formed an array formation.
On the nine high walls, there were the same stone statues. Apart from the stone statues on the outermost city wall that were already moving, continuously casting some simple Dharma spells and activating the Dharma treasures that were guarding the city, the stone statues on the eight high walls at the back were also motionless.
Puppets!
Dao Sect puppets! There were so many! Their numbers were simply incalculable!
The aura that surrounded Yang Jian slowed down after entering the outermost array formation, allowing Yang Jian to carefully look at the scenery outside the Xuandu City.
The nine layers of city walls stretched across the boundless world. The Chaos Sea seemed to be isolated by some kind of Dao law power. All kinds of spiritual energy flowed peacefully.
The spiritual energy and vitality here were abundant, and it wasn't inferior to any abode in the primordial world!
A figure slowly walked over from the front. His Taoist robe was fluttering even though there was no wind. His long hair was casually let down, and he had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. Who else could it be but Xuandu, who had tricked Yang Jian into coming here?
Xuan Du walked closer and dispersed the aura surrounding Yang Jian. He raised his hand and patted Yang Jian's shoulder.
"Well done. Hmm, impressive military service."
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. Xuan Du's words were too piercing to his ears.
With the arrangements and formation in the Xuandu City, even if he called another forty Spirit Realms over, there was no need to worry about the Xuandu City being breached, let alone the troops of the four Spirit Realms outside!
Putting aside the puppets, just the nine array formations …
Forget it, there's no point in mentioning it.
He really felt that it was not worth it for the Spirits who were fighting to the death outside.
"I'm being a busybody." Yang Jian shook his head and pulled Ao Xinke out of the Black Turtle Belt. He then took out the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice and handed it to Xuan Du.
Yang Jian said, "I'll let you deal with it."
Xuan Du raised his hand and refused seriously. "I'm focused on cultivating the Dao. I'm different from you. You can enjoy it yourself. Uncle-Master appreciates your kindness."
"Me!" Yang Jian rolled his eyes in anger. Ao Xinke covered her mouth and chuckled.
She was indeed much more at ease than in the Primordial World. She felt that there were fewer restrictions. It should be that the Dragons' sense of mission and responsibility had been reduced.
Xuan Du looked at the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice and said calmly, "Let her out first. Otherwise, her realm will fall to Daira. Do you know that the Fog Spirit Clan is a rare existence among the Chaos living beings? It's said that they have many sexual mystical abilities. You can really try. I recommend you in good conscience. "
As he spoke, he even cast a questioning look at Ao Xinke, as if he was asking why Ao Xinke had followed him.
Ao Xinke was a little awkward. She hurriedly lowered her head and bowed, not knowing what to say.
Yang Jian forcefully changed the topic. "Uncle-Master, are you not injured?"
"Injured? Oh, ahem! " Xuan Du coughed twice and sighed softly. "The power of the four Spirit Masters' joint attack … Ahem, ahem, so powerful. Ah, I won't be able to recover without sleeping for ten thousand years."
Such poor acting skills …
Yang Jian forced himself not to complain. He repeatedly warned himself in his heart, "Although this big boss is not a decent person, his ability is indeed something that I can't afford to offend."
"I'll get used to it. I'll get used to it."
He turned the Primordial Chaos Golden Chalice over, and a figure fell out, lying powerlessly at the feet of Yang Jian, with a pale face.
Her supernatural power was completely gone, and her spiritual power was dried up. Although her Taoist foundation was still there, her Sage-to-be Realm was a little unstable.
In a quarter of an hour in the Golden Chalice, 100,000 Taoist skills were gone.
"You, what did you do to me!"
The Fog Spirit Master's weak voice came with a little fear. She was sweating profusely as she looked up at Yang Jian. At this time, there was a kind of seductive charm in her eyes.
Yang Jian looked down at her and ignored her. He just asked the Great Master of Xuan Du, "You asked me to guard the door, but I'm no match for the owner of the black hand. I'm afraid I can't guard the door."
"Apart from today, I haven't fought for tens of thousands of years." Xuan Du sighed softly. "There are only a few small fish in the Four Spiritual Realms. Only the Black Spirit Master is more troublesome. I can't see through his background, so I'm a little afraid of him. As for the others … look at the woman at your feet. How big a wave do you think she can make in the Untainted Land? "
Yang Jian touched his chin and thought carefully. "Of course she can't make any waves with her ability, but she may make a name for herself with her beauty."
The Fog Spirit Master was a little angry, but she was not stupid after all. At this time, she just gritted her teeth and began to quietly restore her spiritual power while they were ignoring her.
Xuan Du said, "Let's go. I'll take you and your wife to walk around the city. Don't worry, we didn't make an appointment. If you can't find the 12 beads, I won't let you take the responsibility of guarding the city. After all, there are some old people in the Chaos who are quite difficult to deal with. At this time, you can't deal with them. "
Although it was a little hurtful, Yang Jian nodded and did not refute anything.
He could not defeat them now, but it did not mean that he could not defeat them in the future. He just had to cultivate.
"This way. This is the outermost city wall. They are all low-quality puppets. There's nothing to see."
Yang Jian nodded and followed behind Xuan Du. They began a one-day tour of the ancient city.
There was only one wall in the Xuandu City. The Cosmic Dao Law here was completely distorted. The other three sides did not exist at all.
The Chaos Sea was frozen, and the Xuandu City was "embedded" in the frozen Chaos Sea. Apart from this side that could enter the Chaos, the other three sides could not be entered.
Back then, the six Saints had tried one after another. They could not shake the Chaos Barrier on three sides. At least dozens of Saints of the Great Dao had taken action to stabilize the Chaos Barrier.
"Let me say something first," Xuan Du said. "The Xuandu City is very important. The Dao Sect did not occupy this place because they were greedy for treasures. In fact, the treasures here have already been taken away by many experts in the ancient times. The remaining treasures can only be obtained by their own opportunities. If they don't have the opportunity, don't even think about it."
"Instead of saying that they're guarding the door, it's better to say that they're guarding the tomb. Look at the nine arrays and the puppet technique. In fact, they were left behind by Tai Su. Apart from attacking the outside world, they can also attack the inside world."
Xuan Du's words stopped there, allowing Yang Jian to imagine on his own.
Nine arrays, nine groups of puppets.
There was no need to mention how many precious materials these puppets needed to be forged. The number was too terrifying.
What made Yang Jian even more speechless was the aura around the puppets.
The outermost three layers were all Golden Immortal fluctuations. The middle three layers had 90% Golden Immortal fluctuations and 10% Daira Jinxian fluctuations. The last three layers had a sharp decrease in the number of puppets.
There were 108 puppets on the seventh layer. Among them, 72 were Daira puppets and 36 were peak Daira puppets.
There were only 16 figures on the eighth wall. Among them, 12 were peak Daira puppets, and four were quasi-Saint puppets.
Interestingly, the four quasi-Saint puppets were like living beings. They even bowed to Xuan Du and Yang Jian …
"These puppets have extraordinary combat power. Almost every puppet can deal with cultivators who are one realm higher than them. This power is a huge gift that Tai Su left for us."
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du sighed softly. "In the early years, there were several times when the mighty figures of the Primordial World and the true experts of the Chaotic living beings joined forces and fought to the door of the fourth level. I relied on the four of them to barely defeat those guys."
Yang Jian asked, "Why didn't the disciples of the Dao Sect come to help?"
"In the Primordial World, they are protected by the Saints. Once they leave the Primordial World, they will be gone."
Xuan Du chuckled and continued walking. "Let's take a walk in the city. I'll introduce you to the four of them later. Don't think of them as puppets. Just treat them as fellow Daoists."
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded. He was more or less curious about the Puppet Technique.
If he mastered the Puppet Technique and had endless treasures, wouldn't he be able to create a strong army that was not afraid of death?
There were no puppets behind the ninth layer of the city wall. What he saw was a big city that was dead silent. There were many houses in the city, and the light of the array restriction flickered gently. All kinds of statues were leaning to the side. The cracked ground was surging with abundant spirit energy, and it was also full of dead silence.
That was the true face of the Xuandu City.
It was as if it was slowly walking from an ancient era and was telling something to Yang Jian.
"This is the Xuandu City." Yang Jian sighed. "Why don't I see the Saint's Tomb that you mentioned?"
"It's there. Do you see those broken walls?" Xuan Du pointed to the deepest part of the city. Yang Jian looked up and nodded immediately.
Xuan Du said, "It's not the time to go there yet. When those boring guys outside retreat, I'll bring you to hunt for treasures."
The Spirit Lord of the Fog, who had been restrained by Ao Xinke with the water chain and followed behind them, had her eyes filled with shock at that moment.
It should be the first time she saw the situation in the Xuandu City …
"Are we fighting for this dead land?" The Spirit Lord of the Fog murmured in a low voice.
Xuan Du glanced at her and did not say anything.
Yang Jian asked, "Kill her?"
"The Fog Spirit Clan is very rare." Xuan Du chuckled. "The Four Spiritual Realms are actually not much of a threat. It can be more lively on a daily basis."
As he spoke, Xuan Du sent a voice transmission to Yang Jian. "She's just a pawn being used by others. I know a method to control the Spirit Clan's essence soul. Why don't you take her in and let her go back to be a spy? We'll put out a long line and lure a few big fish out."
Yang Jian pondered for a while and looked at the Spirit Lord of the Fog. He did not mind having an extra errand for the ten thousand years he was here. He could also enjoy his eyes when he was free.
Yang Jian nodded. Just as he was about to ask about the method to control the Spirit Clan's essence soul, a thought surged in his mind.
Something on the incarnation's side had suddenly made his mind fluctuate.
"Wait for me for a while. There's something on the Primordial World."
Yang Jian said and sat down cross-legged. Ao Xinke immediately went forward to guard him.
His mind traveled back and forth, returning to the Primordial World's essence soul incarnation. The incarnation that was sitting on the fire boat slowly opened its eyes.
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