He turned around and saw a golden, slightly plump Duobao walking over on a cloud. He kept flicking his sleeves and walked "recklessly". It was not dignified at all.
Thinking about the previous grudge, Yang Jian felt a little guilty.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master."
No matter what, Yang Jian still treated him with the courtesy of the Dao Sect.
Duobao waved his hand. He did not seem to be there to find trouble with Yang Jian. "You may dispense with the formalities. I'm afraid it's difficult for me to be your Uncle-Master now."
"Uncle-Master, I'm just following the Grand Supreme Elder's orders." Yang Jian smiled and said, "May I know why you're looking for me?"
"Ah … I just finished my business and don't know what to do." Duobao smiled and said, "Seeing that your incarnation is here, I wanted to chat with you."
Yang Jian said, "Uncle-Master, why don't you look for the God of Fortune and the others?"
"It's not convenient to go to the Celestial Court. It's not convenient to go to Golden Ao Island either. Ah …"
Duobao looked at the gold-plated robe on his body and sighed. "Although I have obtained many benefits, I have lost my carefree body. I wonder if this is a good or a bad thing."
"Uncle-Master, why don't you follow me to the mouth of the river for a drink?"
"Let's go." Duobao did not mind. He pulled Yang Jian towards the mouth of the river, making Yang Jian not know whether to laugh or cry.
It seemed that the former First Disciple of Jie School did not know what to do after becoming a Buddha and came to drink with him.
Thinking about it carefully, Duobao's identity after becoming a Buddha was indeed abnormally awkward. It was obviously not appropriate for him to go to the Dao Sect. His peers and juniors in the Dao Sect probably did not like him when he was surrounded by golden light.
If he went to the spiritual mountain, he would be treated coldly. Everyone in the Buddhist sect wanted to skin him alive and pull out his tendons.
He was also unwilling to go to the Celestial Court. Duobao probably did not want to see Zhao Gongming and the others who were spending their days in the Celestial Court. He was too ashamed to return to Golden Ao Island. Although becoming a Buddha was not Duobao's original wish, he had already betrayed the Dao Sect.
"Sigh … Eldest Martial Uncle has made things difficult for me!"
After drinking two cups of wine, Duo Bao looked up and sighed. Just as Yang Jian was about to comfort Duo Bao, he heard Duo Bao say, "I was originally free. When those bastards who destroyed Tai Su came, I just left. How convenient was that? Now that I've become a Buddha, I'm tied to the Heavenly Dao. As long as the other party breaks through the Primordial World and follows the Heavenly Dao mark, I won't be able to hide anywhere! "
Yang Jian was speechless.
No matter what, Uncle-Master Duobao's foresight and foresight made him truly admire him.
Among the first disciples of the Three Dao Sects, only Aunt-Master Hiroshige was normal. As for Duobao and Xuan Du …
It was hard to say, hard to say.
"Uncle-Master, you're joking," Yang Jian said. "The Primordial World is the place where the living beings of the Primordial World reside. We should naturally kill the enemy bravely and keep those powerful enemies outside the door."
"Keep them outside the door? Stop joking. "Duobao shook his head like a rattle drum and glanced at Yang Jian." You should have been to the Xuandu City. I don't know how to express my admiration for you when you look at the pile of Saint's Tombs and say such words, Disciple-Nephew. "
Yang Jian smiled awkwardly. Not only did he see the graves, but he also …
Duobao had been imprisoned by his father after he became a God. He had just been released, so he naturally did not know what Yang Jian had done in the Xuandu City.
Yang Jian did not explain further. He only said, "Actually, we might have a chance of winning. There's always a way out. There will definitely be a chance of survival."
"A chance of survival?" Daoist Duobao scoffed. "There's no longer the aura of the Dao Ancestor in the Heavenly Dao. Clearly, the three teachers have already killed the Dao Ancestor. Disciple-Nephew, don't you know? That Dao Ancestor is actually a spy sent by the enemy of the Pangu God! "
Yang Jian nodded in agreement. With interest, he told Daoist Duobao about many things that he had long known.
Duobao's saliva flew everywhere, but his words were mostly negative. He was not optimistic about the future battle.
"I think we don't need to fight at all. We can choose a few Major Chiliocosms and throw them to the other corners of the Chaos Sea. We hope that they can avoid this calamity."
Yang Jian finally understood that Duobao was not casually saying it. He really did not think highly of the Primordial World. His words were filled with pessimism.
It was a typical "Doomsday Escape Doctrine".
"Uncle-Master." Yang Jian did not mention that. He only said, "Uncle-Master, what do you plan to do next?"
"Find a place to sleep and wait comfortably for those enemies to appear." Daoist Duobao looked at his hands that seemed to be plated with gold powder. "What else can I do? I was chained to the Primordial World by Uncle-Master. I don't even know where to escape … Ah … "
"I might not lose," Yang Jian said. Just as he was about to explain to Daoist Duobao, he felt some movement in his main body in the Chaos Sea.
Yang Jian immediately perked up and said, "Uncle-Master, drink first. If there's not enough wine, someone will send it over. I still have some matters to attend to in the Chaos Sea. I'll go and settle them first."
"Oh? What's the matter? "Duobao immediately asked with a smile," Are there any benefits? If there are, I'll go and take a look. "
Yang Jian smiled and said, "There are. However, Uncle-Master, do you have a way to cross the Chaos Sea? I won't say anything else. I'll go first. "
"Hey! What's the matter? Tell me, Uncle-Master! " Duobao pulled Yang Jian's arm and shouted. Yang Jian was worried about Master Black Spirit's safety and had already begun to shift his attention.
When his mind left the incarnation, Yang Jian whispered, "Eliminate Kun Peng."
Daoist Duobao immediately let go of Yang Jian's arm and sat comfortably on the reclining chair in the bamboo forest pavilion. "Then I'll drink comfortably here. It has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with me."
In the Chaos Sea, in the remains of the world, at the hundred mountains.
After Yang Jian returned to his senses, he immediately released his divine sense. He discovered that there was nothing out of the ordinary in his surroundings. The middle-aged Sword Immortal that Black Spirit Lord had transformed into was sitting in a slightly further position. He was leisurely sipping his tea.
"You're back?" Master Black Spirit's voice transmission immediately entered his ears.
Yang Jian coughed quietly and opened his eyes. He looked depressed, as if he was sad that he had cultivated for so long but had not gained anything.
His performance was inconspicuous.
"I'm back," Yang Jian replied via voice transmission. He stood up and walked to the door. He flipped over the wooden sign that said that no one was allowed to enter. Immediately, a Chaos Spirit ran over.
The two of them continued to send voice transmissions, leaving almost no fluctuations.
"You found Kun Peng so quickly?"
"I found his aura. It should be some aura that he leaked when he was healing. It doesn't seem like he's trying to lure us, but the situation … is a little troublesome."
Master Black Spirit's voice was a little hesitant as he explained the so-called trouble in detail.
Among the hundred mountains, there were a few relatively large forces, all of which occupied an entire mountain. However, the strongest force was at the very center, and it directly occupied eight mountains.
It was an absolute overlord.
That force was called the Ruined Bones. There were all kinds of legends circulating in the hundred mountains. Basically, they believed that the leader of the Ruined Bones was a powerful existence that was infinitely close to the Saint of the Great Path. It could even be said that he was a half-step Saint and that he controlled the true secrets of the hundred mountains.
Among the Ruined Bones, there were three elders who were equally powerful. According to the information collected by Master Black Spirit, there was once an elder who directly broke the peak of a mountain and shocked the place.
The hundred mountains were the remains of the world. They had been immersed in the Chaos Sea for many years without being destroyed, so they were naturally extremely strong.
The elder who could break the mountain seemed to be able to transform into a Primordial Beast and spread his wings to cover the sky. Because he was too huge, it was almost impossible to see his true form.
"It should be him without a doubt." Yang Jian continued to send a voice transmission while drinking the tea that had just been served. "When do we make a move?"
"It's best to lure him out and not act rashly." Master Black Spirit was rather calm at this moment. She was no longer in a hurry to take revenge.
It was probably because she was not confident at all and did not have anyone to rely on. She did not want to relax and had always wanted to fight Kun Peng to the death.
But now, Yang Jian had an epiphany and made a breakthrough. He had sent Kun Peng's body flying with one spear strike. He already had the strength to take down Kun Peng. Master Black Spirit began to plan carefully, intending to kill Kun Peng with one strike so that he would not escape.
"How do we lure him out?" Yang Jian asked. Master Black Spirit frowned and pondered.
After a long time, Master Black Spirit sent a voice transmission. "Why don't I sneak into the remnant bones and plan slowly?"
"Wouldn't that take too much time? Moreover, how cunning is the Kun Peng? It'll definitely soar up the moment it senses any signs of trouble." Yang Jian replied with a low voice.
Master Black Spirit sat there and sighed softly in the form of a middle-aged Sword Immortal. He seemed to be sad about something.
"What other good plans do you have?"
"How is the person in charge of the remnant bones?"
"I didn't manage to find out," Master Black Spirit said via voice transmission. "He seems to be a mysterious existence. However, since he can take in Kun Peng as an elder, he is definitely not a good person."
Yang Jian smiled casually. "It's indeed not easy to find a good person in the Primordial Chaos."
"Then what should we do?" Master Black Spirit was a little impatient. "Think of a way."
"I … Alright, why don't we just knock on the mountain to warn the tiger?" Yang Jian said softly, "I'll go to the remnant bones to pay a visit. Arrange for people to watch the surroundings. If Kun Peng escapes, it's best to leave some marks on him."
Master Black Spirit nodded slowly and said, "I have a blood curse. Although it's sinister, it can leave an imprint that can't be erased."
"What blood curse?" Yang Jian immediately became vigilant. "Don't act rashly."
Master Black Spirit sneered. "This blood curse only uses one's blood as a guide. At most, it will lose some Dharma powers and cultivation. Even if it backfires, it won't kill me. Why? Are you worried that I will live and die with Kun Peng? "
Yang Jian nodded with a solemn expression. "Others can't do it, but you can."
Master Black Spirit was speechless.
At that moment, Yang Jian decided on a plan to "knock on the mountain to warn the tiger". Yang Jian would go to the remnant bones. No matter what, he had to force Kun Peng out.
As for Master Black Spirit, he would teach the 'puppets' guarding the periphery of the hundred mountains the method of blood curse, so that Kun Peng wouldn't be able to escape.
After discussing the plan, Yang Jian threw a few stones that were useless to him, turned around, and walked out of the private room. He leisurely walked out of this place, slowly approaching the central area of the hundred mountains.
Remnant bones …
This name seemed to explain the origin of the hundred mountains.
Yang Jian was more or less curious about the leader of the Remnant bones. If he really wanted to protect Kun Peng, he had to consider whether he was an ordinary person like Qian Hong.
Two days later, Yang Jian finally arrived at the boundary stone of the Remnant Bone World. Looking at the busy entrance of the great formation, he followed the crowd of people and moved forward.
Yang Jian spread out his spiritual consciousness, listening to the whispers of those Chaotic Spirits, but he didn't get any useful information.
Looking around, Yang Jian didn't find any cultivators from the Untainted Land. He could only find a kind-looking and powerful Spirit Clan old man, and slowly walked towards him.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. Even though Yang Jian's strength had soared, he still didn't forget this golden rule.
"Senior, please."
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