In fact, if he wanted to sneak into the enemy's camp, there was no need to use a transformation technique or pretend to sneak in slowly.
He could just barge in.
Perhaps Yang Jian finally felt that he could be a little bolder. He leaned his body forward, and Xuanqi formed the outline of a bird around him. Eighty-one Xuan beads flashed lightly, and his figure directly soared to the extreme.
A moment later, the Black Spirit World appeared at the edge of his consciousness. Yang Jian's speed increased again, and this was already his limit without using the Feather Flight Escape Technique!
He brought up a wave in the Chaos Sea, and when this wave pounced on the Black Spirit World, the incomparably magnificent formation of the Black Spirit World also shook slightly.
Then, a gap was torn in the formation, and Yang Jian's figure rushed into the Black Spirit World, with billowing chaotic aura, like a comet crashing into the big city in the center of the Black Spirit World …
He came here to fight, and it would be a waste of time to sneak around, so he might as well directly challenge the Black Spirit Lord.
If he could defeat the Black Spirit Lord, kill or subdue him, that would be a problem for later.
Tearing the formation apart, collapsing strange low buildings, chaotic aura and dust flew everywhere, and the Black Spirit World suddenly fell into chaos.
In the midst of shouting and shouting, groups of Chaos Spirit Clan rushed toward the place where Yang Jian landed, and countless pressure accumulated on Yang Jian's figure.
And when several Chaos Spirit Clan cast their techniques at the same time, the sky full of dust and chaotic aura was blown away, and a figure standing quietly on a roof, holding a long spear, swept his eyes over the few people with the strongest abilities present.
He did not directly make a move. After all, these combat forces present were very likely to become his help in the future.
"Where is the Black Spirit Lord?"
"It's you!?" The Black Spirit Lord's hoarse voice came from the palace. In an instant, thousands of Chaos Spirit Clan experts broke through the air and surrounded Yang Jian.
Yang Jian frowned slightly. The Black Spirit Lord actually did not show up …
Did he want these subordinates to exhaust his strength?
"If you don't come, I'll go find you," Yang Jian said leisurely, and then his figure rushed into the sky!
Gold Immortals and Daira were just like clay chickens and pottery dogs. Even the weaker Demi-Saint Chaos Spirits could not get within a hundred feet of him.
Dozens of streams of light slashed towards Yang Jian, but only a few of them could actually hit him. Even if they touched Yang Jian's profound body, they could only add a few shallow marks to Yang Jian's robes.
"Kill him!"
With a cold shout, five figures appeared in front of Yang Jian. All of them had the strange appearance of a Chaos Spirit, but their strength was in the Quasi Saint Realm.
Two of them pounced on Yang Jian, probably focusing on cultivating their physical bodies. The three of them waved their fourteen arms continuously, and the attacks they launched were accompanied by continuous whistling sounds.
The long spear swept out, and the tip of the spear brought out a long trail of light. Then, there was the sound of a tsunami and a landslide. The light from the spear trail turned into a huge wave in the blink of an eye!
The huge wave slapped away the two figures that were pouncing over, completely blocking the fierce attacks in front of it. Its power didn't decrease in the slightest as it surged towards the remaining three figures!
There were muffled grunts, angry shouts, and terrified shouts …
Yang Jian didn't seem to have the habit of standing and admiring the power of his moves. His figure rushed forward again. After breaking through the huge wave, he was already in front of the array outside the Black Spirit Palace.
With a vertical slash of the spear, the Xuan Gang condensed a hundred feet long spear and directly shattered the array in front of him!
Still not coming out?
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. He didn't care about the dozens of figures chasing behind him. He pointed his spear diagonally and threw out a hundred spear shadows towards the main hall where the Black Spirit Palace was.
Many figures in the main hall fled in panic. The dome suddenly collapsed, and a wisp of black smoke drifted. The Black Spirit Palace finally flew out of the ruins slowly.
He's finally here!
This expert who could fight with the Great Master Xuan Du should be the top expert of the Chaos Spirit Race. He finally appeared today!
"Yang Jian of Xuandu City."
Out of respect for the strong, Yang Jian hugged the long spear and shouted. Then, he was about to fly forward.
"Wait! I have something to say! "Lord Black Spirit berated in a low voice, causing Yang Jian to frown and stop attacking.
Yang Jian swept his gaze behind him. Lord Black Spirit spoke again. His voice was hoarse and carried a mysterious Dao rune. "Everyone, retreat. Without my orders, you are not allowed to participate in the battle between me and this person."
Lord Black Spirit's subordinates all looked at him in fear. They bowed and retreated, forming a huge encirclement thousands of feet away.
Yang Jian looked straight at Lord Black Spirit in front of him and said calmly, "I'm here today to fight you to take revenge on you for attacking the Xuandu City back then. If you don't want this place to collapse, you can go to the Chaos Sea."
"Alright." Lord Black Spirit agreed readily. However, his figure, which was wrapped in thick black gas, did not show any signs of moving.
Yang Jian frowned. What does this fellow mean?
Lord Black Spirit asked, "Yang Jian, what's your relationship with the Great Daoist Master of Xuandu City?"
"That's my Uncle-Master," Yang Jian replied calmly.
"Hmph, I can fight him to a draw. You're just his disciple-nephew. How dare you provoke me?" Lord Black Spirit laughed sinisterly, causing one's hair to stand on end. "Do you want to die?"
This Lord Black Spirit … Isn't he talking too much nonsense?
"We'll know after we fight!" Yang Jian pulled his spear and was about to charge forward.
However, Lord Black Spirit shouted again, "Wait! Before you die, I have something to say! "
Yang Jian was really amused by that fellow. He should have rushed forward to fight, but he suddenly wanted to hear what Lord Black Spirit was up to.
"Husband, be careful." Ao Xinke sent a voice transmission. "Don't be scheming … Hiss!"
Yang Jian hurriedly sent a voice transmission. "What's wrong?"
"Husband, is this little eagle your spiritual pet? It's actually so painful to peck. "
Yang Jian chuckled and said to Black Tortoise Belt, "Be obedient. After this fight, I'll let you out to play."
The little guy who was chasing and pecking Ao Xinke seemed to be immobilized. He immediately stood there without moving.
Yang Jian's Divine Sense had been observing the surroundings to avoid falling into the opponent's trap. However, Lord Black Spirit did not seem to be stalling for time to activate some kind of formation. It seemed to be … simply stalling for time.
Seeing that there was no response under the black gas, Yang Jian urged, "Say it."
"Hmph!" Lord Black Spirit snorted coldly again. "Are you really not afraid of death?"
"Of course I'm afraid of death, and I'm very afraid of death." Yang Jian said calmly, "If I didn't have the strength to suppress you, I wouldn't have rushed here so recklessly."
"Really?" Lord Black Spirit said calmly, "The last time I fought with you was only a few hundred years ago. What makes you so confident that you can suppress me?"
"You'll know after you try." Yang Jian was a little impatient. He held his spear and took two steps forward.
The black gas trembled slightly. Yang Jian felt that his eyes were a little dazzled. Lord Black Spirit actually retreated a little without leaving a trace …
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and moved forward again. This time, he strode like a meteor.
"Wait!"
"Stop right there!"
"Yang Jian, do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"
He was fierce in appearance but weak in heart.
For some reason, when he saw Lord Black Spirit today, Yang Jian felt that there was something wrong with this guy.
Previously, when Lord Black Spirit was persuading Lord Fog and Lord Rain, he talked too much, and his temper was a little too good. When he attacked Xuandu City back then, Lord Black Spirit was ruthless and decisive. He could be said to be the best example of a ruthless person who did not talk much.
How could such a person be polite to Lord Rain and Lord Fog, who were obviously weaker than him?
He even acted like a peacemaker?
Yang Jian felt that something was amiss and hurried back to this place, wanting to probe the Black Spirit Lord's background.
At this moment, Yang Jian was approaching step by step. The Black Spirit Lord was constantly retreating. Although the black flames around him were still pulsing and emitting a sharp and chilling killing intent, it gave off an indescribable feeling of incongruity.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. Killing intent surged in his eyes.
"Hmph! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?! I just don't want to implicate the living beings in this city. Follow me out to fight! "
'I? Didn't you call yourself 'I' just now? '
Lord Black Spirit turned and flew above his head. Yang Jian chased after him with his spear.
A group of figures came over with vinegar. They planned to stop Yang Jian and follow Lord Black Spirit. However, they were scolded by Lord Black Spirit.
"Wait for orders in the city! I'll take his life myself! "
Boasting shamelessly.
Yang Jian chased after him with his spear. He wanted to see what this guy was up to. Of course, he wouldn't jump into the trap foolishly. As long as Lord Black Spirit showed the slightest abnormality, Yang Jian would pounce on him and start fighting.
No matter what, he couldn't go back empty-handed today. He had to either fight with Lord Black Spirit or kill some experts of the Dark Spirit World to weaken their strength so that it would be easier to conquer and rule them later.
Lord Black Spirit didn't fly very fast, but he gave off an arrogant feeling that victory was in his grasp and that nothing was worth mentioning.
"My husband, I feel that there's something wrong with him." Ao Xinke said telepathically.
"I feel the same. I feel that this guy is a fake." Yang Jian curled his lips. "Could he be a clone that someone threw here?"
"It's not impossible." Ao Xinke nodded lightly. "But we still can't be careless. My husband, remember to be careful."
Yang Jian chuckled. His figure once again flew past the great formation of the Dark Spirit World. But this time, he followed Lord Black Spirit from the inside to the outside. There was no obstruction along the way.
The experts of the Dark Spirit World gathered in the great formation. But Lord Black Spirit flew forward, as if he wanted to pull Yang Jian, the devil, away from the Dark Spirit World.
"Follow me if you have the guts!"
Lord Black Spirit's voice came from the front. Yang Jian frowned and decided not to continue playing with him.
Seventy-two Transformations!
A fire phoenix rushed out of the sea of chaos. The Feather Flight Escape Technique was activated by the Dark Bead. Yang Jian's figure rushed forward rapidly.
Lord Black Spirit turned his head to look. A strange cry came from the black gas. His figure tried to escape forward. But he had only flown a short distance of more than ten feet when the fire phoenix caught up with him from behind.
The fire phoenix opened its mouth, and the True Phoenix Flame covered the sky and the earth. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped Lord Black Spirit.
"No, don't!"
Lord Black Spirit let out a panicked cry. The black flames around him melted like ice and snow. The True Phoenix Flame fiercely caved in.
So weak?
Yang Jian was a little surprised. He had improved so much during this seclusion? The True Phoenix Flame that Xuanqi transformed into could burn an expert like Lord Black Spirit to the point that he cried for his parents?
"Husband, save him!"
Ao Xinke shouted in a low voice. Even if she did not shout, Yang Jian already had the idea of withdrawing the flame.
The fire phoenix circled around. After the True Phoenix Flame burned up the rolling black gas, it immediately shrank back. Yang Jian changed back to his real form. Holding the three-pointed, double-edged spear, he went down. The tip of the spear was directly in front of the neck of the petite figure wrapped in layers of black muslin.
"Who are you!"
Only a pair of eyes of this black figure were exposed. At this moment, they were full of fear. With a hoarse and shrill voice, he said, "Spare, spare my life … I am willing to offer treasures, please spare my life!"
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