It has been three months since the Jade Emperor sent someone to announce the decree, and several overseers sent by the Heavenly Court were belated, and they were randomly arranged by Ao Xinke in a separate garden in the Black Spirit Kingdom, and sent heavy troops to 'guard'.

These people don't want to do any small actions, and it's not very convenient to go out on weekdays.

The matter seems to have subsided.

But faintly, Yang Jian was a little restless every time he wanted to practice, and he couldn't immerse himself in his mind.

What's going on?

As if something big was going to happen to me......

Mortals have intuition, monks have spiritual sense, and since Yang Jian practiced the Eight or Nine Xuangong, there has never been a deviation in spiritual sense.

Since the decree of the Heavenly Court, Yang Jian has fallen into such a situation of being uneasy, and it has lasted for three months, and Yang Jian still doesn't know what is wrong with him.

Could it be that the Jade Emperor's calculations could kill him?

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to think about it, in today's flood and famine, the only ones who can overpower Yang Jian in terms of fighting methods are the Sanqing Ancestor and Tianyan Daozi, but which of these people will make a move on him?

No matter how you think about it, without the bargaining chips that can fight Yang Jian, the Jade Emperor's calculations are just in vain.

So, didn't the danger come from this old man?

What is that?

The possibility of receiving is even smaller, after all, Yang Jian is facing each other head-on at this time, and the victory or defeat is only five or five.

What's going on?

Yang Jian got up and looked at a few flowers and trees outside the window, his eyes flashing with a little thought.

This is not the case once or twice, Yang Jian has been like this recently.

He had used his avatar to carefully probe in the desolation, and also made the eyeliner in Ao Xinke's hand keep an eye on the heavenly court, and he also carefully inspected all parts of the Black Spirit Country......

Meishan is fine, Wa Palace is fine, Tianyan Daozi once promised to protect the safety of Yang Jian's family and friends; Tianyan Daozi is indeed credible, and the stronger Yang Jian's strength outside, the more stable the situation of his family in the flood wilderness, and there is nothing wrong with this logic

This spiritual consciousness came for no reason, but it has always existed, and whenever Yang Jian's mind wants to relax, it will come out to remind Yang Jian.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Husband, has you been in trouble with your cultivation recently?"

Ao Xinke's gentle voice came from the side, she walked around the corridor to the warm pavilion, bowed to Yang Jian, and then went to Yang Jian's side.

"Dilemma? Yes, yes, it's nothing. I'm just wondering what we're missing......"

Yang Jian muttered in a low voice.

"What is the husband worried about?" Ao Xinke said softly, "Why don't we go and bring my mother to the Black Spirit Kingdom." ”

"It's not because my mother is so restless," Yang Jian hugged the dragon girl with his backhand, her soft body always made his heart sway.

It's just that Yang Jian lacks interest at this time, and the uneasiness in his heart still exists.

Ao Xinke said softly: "Husband, let's sort out the situation of the desolation at this time." ”

"Okay, go and call Lan'er over, let's think about it, who can make me so jealous. ”

Not long after, Xiao Lan also flew in a hurry, and the three of them sat on the edge of the bed, holding the chess pieces of Go and constantly deducing.

For several days and nights, until Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan were too tired and fell asleep on the bed, Yang Jian looked at the orderly chessboard, but still had no conclusion.

Where the hell is this threat?

The Black Spirit Kingdom's Great Array of Heaven is at night, and you can see the starry sky made by the formation.

Yang Jian stood at the window and quietly came back to his senses, and finally could only sigh lightly and stand there with his eyes closed.

They know that the enemy exists, but they don't know who they are, where, or when they appear......

This feeling is really a bit difficult.

The main hall of the capital of the Black Spirit Country.

More than a dozen Spirit Clan masters sat on the ground, and several figures stopped behind and in front of them, and then carefully pulled out their spirit cores and modified the sigils on them.

Every master is a precious combat power, so Kong Xuan and Chu Qi are extremely careful when they shoot, and it is a little unbeautiful to add casualties.

Modifying the sigil will not change the allegiance of these spirit masters, whoever feeds the spirit core a drop of blood, the spirit master will smear the liver and brain of that person.

"Alas," Huanglong Daoren sighed, "I envy these guys when they have something, although they are puppets, they only need to obey people's orders. Like us, no matter what we do, we must look ahead and think clearly. ”

Chu Qi said coldly beside him: "This is the price of leisure." ”

"Your Royal Highness Chu Qi, you can't say that," Huanglong Daoren shook his head and sighed for a while, "Look at Yang Jian's kid, stealing incense and stealing jade in that warm pavilion all day long, how happy he is." Hey, just let a few of us sell him this coolie. ”

Chu Qi's voice was even colder: "If you don't want to do it, you won't do it, why are you complaining so much!"

Huang Long was suddenly embarrassed, and the red sperm on the side looked up at Chu Qi's ghost mask, smiled without saying a word, and continued to bow his head and get busy.

Ao Fangtian muttered in a low voice beside him: "How do you feel that several female immortals among these top masters of Honghuang now either have a close relationship with Yang Jian, or they are with Yang Jian...... It's a lot of relevance. ”

The people of Huanglong Dao immediately laughed.

Kong Xuan scolded beside him: "Beware that I tore your little dragon's stinky mouth!"

"Anger, anger, no offense. Ao Fangtian made a gesture to Kong Xuan, and his face was full of sneers.

Yunxiao, who has the most quick movements, does not participate in these topics, and only cares about burying his head in modifying the sigils.

Since the beginning of this project, a few of them will talk a few words every ten days and half a month, otherwise it will be too boring.

Sometimes they complained that Yang Jian didn't want to make progress all day long, and only cared about being obsessed with the two little ladies, and sometimes talked about the way of cultivation and traced the origin of the way.

These people, even if Huang Long is not a great supernatural power, any word may cut into the essence of the Great Dao.

If there are Honghuang monks, especially Taoist disciples, who can observe here for a few months, they will definitely benefit a lot.

With the unremitting efforts of Kong Xuan and the others, the masters of the Spirit Clan in the capital of the Black Spirit Kingdom gradually decreased, and the flames of the Black Spirit Kingdom's foreign expedition also ignited all parts of the Chaos Sea again.

One day, Yang Jian still couldn't practice with peace of mind, and paced to the main hall.

Kong Xuan was the first to sarcastically mock him: "Lord Zhenjun, are you here to supervise the work?"

Yang Jian replied with a smile: "The supervisor can't say it, let's see if you are lazy." ”

"Hmph," Kong Xuan's face turned slightly cold, "I'm busy here, and you really don't have any conscience when you are in that nephrite jade arms." ”

"Brother Kong, I also wanted to retreat before, but I just ......" Yang Jian sighed, and immediately attracted the eyes of several people.

- Most of these spirit clans who meditate in the hall are asleep and have been sealed and cultivated.

Elder brother?

Ao Fangtian glanced at Kong Xuan, as if he understood something, and chuckled.

"It's just what's wrong?" asked Huang Long.

Walking to the side of the red sperm, watching the master of the red sperm erase the sigil on the spirit core with great skill, and re-carving the similar but completely different marks, Yang Jian sighed: "It's just that in the past few months, my mind has been difficult to rest, and I always feel that something big is about to happen, and it seems that I am being targeted, and my mind is difficult to stretch. ”

"Oh?"

The red sperm stopped the movements in his hand and looked at Yang Jian with a cautious expression, "Monk spiritual sense, most of them have no wind and no waves. At this time, someone must be calculating with you and can threaten your safety, so the master and nephew must be careful. ”

Yang Jian shook his head: "The problem is that in the past few months, I have been secretly investigating in the Flood Wilderness, searching all over the Black Spirit Country, but I have not been able to find who the person who calculated me is. ”

"Except for a few saints, who can beat you?" Kong Xuan replied with some disapproval, "I look at you, you should be mentally unclear and suffering from delusional thoughts." ”

Yang Jian could only smile bitterly for a while.

Chu Qi said: "No matter what, don't take it lightly at this time. ”

Yunxiao also said: "Your body is in danger, and you need a few more people to protect you." ”

"Is it possible," the Yellow Dragon Daoist blinked, "Outside of the Flood Desolation and the Black Spirit Country, or even, beyond the Chaos Sea, someone is calculating you?"

Yang Jian couldn't help but be stunned.

He hadn't really thought about it......

After staying in the main hall for a long time, Yang Jian instructed a few of them to be careful when entering and leaving the Black Spirit Realm, and it was best to go together, so they left the Black Spirit Country and headed towards Xuandu City.

Uncle Huanglong really woke up the dreamer with a word.

Since in the midst of the desolation, Tianyan Daozi and Sanqing Master Ancestor, who could pose such a threat to Yang Jian, did not have the slightest reason to attack him, then the Eight Achievements were plotted against him by those strong enemies.

Yang Jian has always subconsciously felt that when something happens in the Beihai Netherworld, the catastrophe will officially come.

But he overlooked a problem.

In the past, the great calamities were all sent down by the Heavenly Dao, but the latter great tribulations were caused by those powerful enemies, and any situation could happen.

Who can guarantee that there is no second and third hidden Hong in the flood wilderness?

The hands of these supreme powerhouses are endless, if the enemy boss feels that letting him Yang Jian's cultivation continue, it will become a big trouble in his heart, so he will appear in advance to destroy him......

It's possible.

Thinking about this, Yang Jian was a little more relieved.

The strongest are terrifying, but the unknown is even more tormenting.

For the time being, it is believed that the foreign enemy is planning a plan that is unfavorable to him, but Yang Jian is not completely at ease with the forces in the flood wilderness;

What to do now?

Naturally, it is necessary to strengthen its own strength and deal with possible strong enemies.

And the fastest way to improve combat power is not to forcibly promote the realm of Eight or Nine Xuangong and the Undefeated Golden Body, but to ......

Forge a divine soldier.

Back then, a three-pointed and two-edged gun made Yang Jian's strength leap forward, and he pushed the Honghuang Golden Immortal Daluo to become famous.

Now, Yang Jian also feels that he must start a blade that can exert his tententh strength as soon as possible.

In fact, the shape does not need to be replaced, it is best to use a three-pointed two-edged gun, Yang Jian has eaten all the ways of this gun, and it is the most convenient to use.

As for the materials used to make this gun......

If the Yuantu Sword can be changed to the tip of the spear, supplemented by the treasure materials of heaven and earth that Yang Jian has collected so far, it will definitely be able to create a real divine soldier.

But who will build it has become the biggest problem.

Yang Jian didn't know how to refine weapons, and he didn't have the experience of forging divine weapons, so if he forcibly forged them, he was afraid that he would destroy a bunch of treasures.

Today, after the Huanglong Daoist woke up with a word, Yang Jian suddenly thought of an existence who might help him forge this gun.

Beyond the desolation, beyond the sea of chaos......

Perhaps, beyond the Sea of Chaos is the real nothingness, nothing exists, and to find a strong enemy outside this era is to trace upstream along the long river of time, one after another once incomparably brilliant monastic worlds.

And on the bank of the long river of time, in fact, there are still remnants of these eras.

Even if it is the remnant spirit of the Taishi Saint who only has Mars left, or the Taisu powerhouse who has turned into a puppet, but still exists in the world.

Xuandu City, the outer wall of the ninth city wall.

Yang Jian's figure settled, bowed to the sloppy old man who was shrunk in the corner, and directly opened the door to the point: "Seniors can understand the way of refining?"

"Knowledgeable, and proficient. ”

"The juniors want to ask the seniors to build a blade. ”

"What kind of blade?"

"A gun. ”

"Come in, all I can say is do your best, it's impossible to give you a blade and let you go to the Great War. ”

The old man stood up with some difficulty, and the city wall behind him slowly revealed a door, and a wave of heat rushed to his face.

"Thank you, senior!"

Yang Jian was overjoyed and hurriedly followed.