Inexplicably, because of the depression of seeing the layers of clouds and mist, Yang Jian dispersed most of them after seeing the remnants of the Snow Saint, and kept making fun of Xuandu with his eyes.

The Xuandu Archmage glared at Yang Jian with a straight face, and his arm struggled slightly, but he couldn't break free from the little hand of the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit, so he didn't struggle.

After all, this is the territory of the Snow Saint Remnant, and the two of them also have a request for the Snow Saint Remnant.

At first, the Xuandu Grand Master was reluctant to enter, firstly, to lure Yang Jian back to Xuandu City, and secondly, he also had a little consideration that he did not want to see this woman in the snow again.

But behind the Heart Sea Boundary Monument, Xuandu saw that Yang Jian was in a dull mood and in a bad state before, and was afraid that Yang Jian would really make a mistake, so he pulled down his skin and came to the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit for help, and sent Yang Jian directly to the saint's tomb.

"Come with me," the Snow Saint remnant spirit called softly, pulling Xuandu and leading Yang Jian towards the depths of the main hall.

Xuandu let out a long sigh, letting the remnants of the Snow Saint pull intimately, he really didn't want to look at Yang Jian's smiling face full of playfulness.

The door of the temple slowly closed, and the fragmented heaven and earth connected to it gradually disappeared, the wind was gone, and the cold quietly receded.

The main hall seems to be carved out of ice crystals, and at the foot of it seems to be the ice surface of a glacial lake, with a few icicles around it, supporting a simple dome.

Boom......

Yang Jian suddenly heard some kind of heartbeat, subconsciously looked down, and was in a trance in front of him, as if he saw an ice crystal coffin under the ice, and a gentle woman was lying in the coffin.

"Huh?"

The Snow Saint Remnant Spirit turned his head and looked at Yang Jian in surprise, "You can actually see me?"

Yang Jian hurriedly retracted his gaze and arched his hand: "There is a lot of offense, please forgive me." ”

"Don't worry, it's just a dead cicada to me. The Snow Saint Remnant Spirit chuckled and said, looked at Yang Jian's eyes, and said in a low voice, "If I hadn't known that you were cultivators after Tai Chi and Tai Su, I would have thought you were the reincarnation of whom." ”

"Oh?" Xuandu was also interested, "whose reincarnation do you think he looks like?"

"I can't see clearly," Xue Sheng blinked, "I was buried here in my time, and the spiritual clouds of the one hundred and eight tombs here have not dispersed, where can anyone come back to life." ”

Lingyun ......

It's the silver clouds that float on the top of these 'volcanic' tombs that you can see from afar.

The words of the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit and the words of the Realm Monument Daoist just corresponded.

Yang Jian couldn't help but ask: "Senior, which era is buried here?"

"I can't tell," the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit shook his head slightly, "I'm just a wisp of obsession with the saint who died back then, and I am a tomb keeper, not a saint of the year." ”

Xuandu said: "Before the Taiji Realm, after the Taiyi Realm, it should be the Taishi Realm." ”

Yang Jian nodded lightly and followed the Snow Saint forward, and the hall in front of him became more and more empty.

At this time, they should be walking in a 'volcano' that Yang Jian had seen before, and what was buried here was a saint of the Ice Dao, and the remnants of the saint's Dao rhyme made Yang Jian's Xuan body a little difficult to resist.

When he arrived in the middle of the main hall, Yang Jian heard a 'bang' sound again, like a bell and drum, like a heartbeat.

This time he didn't look down, he felt something in his heart and looked up.

The top of the hall above his head had dissolved, and he was greeted by a sea of stars, with nebulae and star swirls overlapping, and countless stars could be seen on closer inspection......

This is the spiritual cloud after the death of the saint?

Faintly, Yang Jian glimpsed a portal in the spiritual clouds, as if it was the way back for the saint's true spirit.

It is a pity that countless years have passed, and not a single saint's true spirit can return, and the number of tombs here has always been one hundred and eight, and it has never decreased.

"If you are really interested in Lingyun, why don't I pass on your big dream powers, maybe you are lucky enough to be able to enter the world of these Lingyun. ”

The voice of the Grand Master of Xuandu came from the side, and Yang Jian's spirit was shocked, and his eyes looked at Xuandu with some eagerness.

Xuandu smiled slightly: "How about guarding the city for 10,000 more years?"

"Okay," Yang Jian immediately agreed, without the slightest hesitation, which caught Xuan Du off guard.

It's useless to look more, it's better to find the Dinghai Divine Pearl earlier, and then ask Xuandu for this incredible magical power.

Sleepwalking in thousands of worlds, creating and being born from it.

The two of them continued to follow the remnant spirit of the Snow Saint, and the main hall in front of them was gradually narrowing again, until they reached the end, and there was another portal.

"Walking out of this place, you are among the tombs," the Snow Saint remnant said softly, "Although your master and uncle often come here to hunt for treasures, this place is dangerous and cannot be stopped by him." ”

Xuandu also said: "One hundred and eight tombs have formed a large array, which has fixed the chaotic sea outside. In each of the saints' tombs, there are arrangements for the saints before they die, after all, no one wants people to disturb their bodies. ”

The Snow Saint remnant continued, "The most important thing to watch out for is those monks who have not left since coming here. In the countless years that I have had spiritual consciousness, the monks who came here to find opportunities do not know how much, and many people have entered this place to avoid disasters, although most of them have died, but some have disappeared, and maybe they are still alive. ”

Xuandu said again: "For example, the Qianhong you know, when the Taisu Realm was defeated, he hid here. No one dares to guarantee that when the era before Taisu is shattered, there will be no strong people who secretly hide in this realm. ”

"Well, I'll be careful," Yang Jian was finally able to interject a half-word, interrupting the two of them 'singing and harmonizing'.

A moment later, under the gaze of the remnants of the Snow Saint, the two flew out of the Snow Saint Tomb.

Overhead are continuous spiritual clouds, one by one seemingly connected, but distinct;

There are large tombs in the shape of various 'volcanoes', similar in scale and shape, but the charm contained in each place is very different.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

Yang Jian was honest and directly asked for help from the Xuandu Grand Master.

Xuandu snorted a little displeased: "Are you looking for treasure or am I looking for treasure?" Let's go this way, I probably know where the twelve beads are. ”

Sure enough, since Xuandu will have a 10,000-year appointment with Yang Jian, he must know some exact clues.

There are avenues and roads around it, and the roads are staggered like a net, and then there is a large array here...... Being able to fly here is also a testament to your own strength.

Yang Jian's flight was not fast, but it was not difficult either, and Xuandu was even more leisurely, constantly scanning around, obviously to accommodate Yang Jian's slowdown.

"Uncle Shi, why didn't there be a Lingyun after the death of the Qianhong Daoist?"

Xuandu said calmly: "The Tao of the era in which the saints live is different, and the strength of the Dao saints of different eras is also different. Although there is no difference between superior and inferior in essence, they are all strong people who jump out of their respective avenues, but the Tao itself is strong and weak. ”

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, according to this, these eras in the Sea of Chaos are not as good as one generation after another?

What are you struggling with......

Xuandu seemed to see through Yang Jian's thoughts, and sneered, "Is there any egg under the nest?" Even if we reach our Flood Wilderness Realm, there are not half of the Great Dao Saints, and we can't be killed, we have to fight." ”

Yang Jian nodded solemnly: "Yes, you can't embarrass the Pangu Great God." ”

"Pangu, ......"

Xuandu's voice was tinged with a little loneliness, "The teacher once said that if the Pangu God took another half step forward when cultivating in the Taisu Realm, the Taisu Realm would be spared the calamity of destruction, and this Chaos Sea would not be what it is now. ”

"It's only half a step away. ”

Xuandu let out a long sigh, smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, and continued to fly forward.

They flew for a long time, and only then did they pass over three or four large tombs, and the direction that Xuandu pointed to was still far away, and it would take half a day to fly at least.

The two flew away silently for tea time, and Yang Jian asked, "Is Xinke alone outside?"

"Rest assured, Xuandu City is much more stable than the flood capital. ”

"Hmm. Yang Jian didn't say much, just maintained his state at the peak, concentrated on it, and didn't dare to relax at all.

The silence in the tombs was abnormal, and the stardust above his head flickered lightly, which unconsciously attracted Yang Jian's mind.

If there are only one hundred and eight 'spirit clouds', which place is your 'hometown'?

Universe, time, time and space, rules, laws, rules......

Originally, Yang Jian felt that he already had a general understanding of the Chaos Sea and could understand the various visions in the Chaos Sea, but at this time, he felt that he knew very little and his knowledge was far from enough.

And these questions he doubted, if he really explored them, I am afraid that endless years would not be enough.

The powerful enemy who destroyed the Taisu Realm and pursued and killed the Pangu God is now threatening the safety of the flood famine, Yang Jian is parasitic in the flood famine, and he should fight to the end to protect the flood famine, protect himself, protect his relatives and friends, and protect thousands of living beings.

If Pangu had taken that half a step back then, what realm would he have reached?

Is it true that when you reach the apex of the Eight or Nine Xuangong and push the ninth turn of Xuangong, you can also catch up with the pace of the Pangu God?

At the very least, Yang Jian saw with his own eyes that Pangu protected a group of creatures to the desolation......

Xuandu suddenly stopped, and Yang Jian barely stopped behind Xuandu, not colliding with the master.

Xuandu said: "There are people fighting in the tomb in front, let's take a detour or go to see the excitement?"

"Is there still a way to fight here?"

"It's rare, but it happens occasionally," Xuandu sneered, "The old monsters hiding here, naturally they won't act rashly if they don't see treasures, and if they see heavy treasures, they will run faster than anyone else." ”

Yang Jian really wanted to know if the old monsters in Xuandu's mouth were all Dao saints like Qianhong.

It shouldn't be, or rather, not all.

"Let's take a detour," Yang Jian said, "It's useless to be tempted if I don't need it." ”

"Good. Xuandu laughed, calculated the path, and took Yang Jian to bypass the big tomb in the distance.

As soon as the two of them changed their routes, several figures rushed out of the tomb, one of which flew the fastest, but the three people chasing behind were also dissatisfied.

Yang Jian's divine consciousness was squeezed by the saints here, and he could only barely see vague shadows;

The Grand Master of Xuandu saw it clearly and sincerely, turned his head and asked: "It's your old rival who is being chased, really don't you want to pit her?" ”

Old rivals?

Yang Jian is a little confused, what old opponent does he have? Mei Kongmei is now a cute monster, and she flutters butterflies every day in Meishan, what other old opponent can he have.

Just as he was about to ask, his divine consciousness suddenly caught five familiar rays of light, blooming between the tombs......

Blue, yellow, red, black, white!

Five-color divine light!