"Kill!"

"Baal resists him!"

The blood-clothed warrior roared loudly, and the immortal wind hurriedly retreated, and Yang Jian, who was wearing a starry battle suit, was like a god who fell from the sky, beating these two miasma spirits who had become essences completely unable to parry.

Originally, Yang Jian thought that this miasma old way had some great magical powers and strong means, so he was careful when he made a move, and he made a thunderous shot and used all his strength.

But Xuangang, who was blessed by the power of the stars, easily ran away from the head of the miasma spirit old way who was persecuted by the old way...... When he saw this scene, Yang Jian couldn't help but be stunned.

Among the three miasma spirits he met one after another, who already had relatively complete intelligence-the man in white, the war general Baal and this miasma spirit old way, it was Baal who was the strongest, and this old way was a little indifferent, and he was beaten by Yang Jian as soon as he made a move.

Dare to love, this is also a god stick in the miasma spirit world!

This general, Baal, was loyal to the miasma old way, and rushed up desperately, and was beaten by Yang Jian's body in a weak shape, but he still moved forward bravely.

Miasma Spirit Old Dao repeatedly sacrificed all kinds of magic weapons, and the thunder fan was only one of them, but in a short period of time, Yang Jian saw six or seven acquired spirit treasures, and his eyes were even more sparkling.

This miasma spirit old path retreated and fought at the same time, and hit Yang Jian one after another, but these streamers hit Yang Jian's star suit, but it was like tickling Yang Jian.

Not to mention blocking Yang Jian's footsteps, he can't even hit Yang Jian for a stumble!

Don't misunderstand, it's not that Yang Jian is too strong at this time, Yang Jian, who is supported by the star battle suit, is not as strong as the silver scale battle armor he wore that day.

It's purely that the magic power of this miasma is too weak.

What caught Yang Jian off guard the most was that the thunder fan was in the hands of Lao Dao for some reason, and it couldn't attract much thunder power at all, so he waved at Yang Jian, and a small lightning bolt slashed at Yang Jian's head, blowing up two hairs, and then he gave up.

Perhaps because this old way is transformed by a miasma spirit, Lei Fa contains a heroic righteousness, and the spirits born in such evil cannot be controlled.

Treasures are dusty, save them!

Yang Jian was bent on cutting the miasma spirit old way first, constantly beating Baal into the air, consuming its combat power, and forcing the miasma spirit old way to keep retreating.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Jian was forcing the miasma spirit old dao towards the gray miasma sea.

How treacherous is the miasma spirit, how could he not discover Yang Jian's plan?

But with the combat power of the old way, it is barely comparable to the white-clothed miasma that Yang Jian had fought before, it is a real flower, with a treasure and no power to exert a little power, and it is impossible to parry the menacing Yang Jian.

"Baal, kill him!" cried out the old man in a sinister voice.

"Yes, Master!" Baal was already a little distracted, as if he would be scattered by Yang Jian at any time, but he still waved his blood hammer and rushed towards Yang Jian.

"Ridiculous," Yang Jian said coldly, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the mountain opening axe suddenly contained a rhyme.

Open the heavens!

Yang Jian can't control this rhyme at all, when it comes, when it appears, it all depends on the mood and perception when he resists the enemy.

Yang Jian raised the mountain axe obliquely, and slashed at Baal in a daze, and saw an incomparably brilliant brilliance flashing away, turning from brilliant to formless and colorless, but the power was even more powerful than before.

Silently, Baal's body turned into a puff of light and was blown away by the wind, and behind Baal, the endless sea of gray miasma also broke through a long 'ravine'.

It's too easy to win.

Yang Jian put away the mountain axe, because at this time, most of his spirit and spirit were drained, and there was a sense of emptiness and weakness everywhere in his body, and he could barely use the pointless spear.

The miasma spirit was directly stunned.

Although Yang Jian was in a hurry to kill this miasma, he had a countermeasure in his heart when he saw this, and said Sen Ran: "How do you want to die?"

"Great, my lord, spare our lives! We have eyes and don't know Taishan! spare our lives!

The miasma spirit old dao suddenly shouted, and knelt down in front of Yang Jian's void, his body trembling like a sifting chaff.

But Yang Jian didn't really believe in this miasma's behavior, and did not move forward, taking the opportunity to recover some physical strength, and said: "Hand over all the treasures on your body, and then answer me one or two questions, I won't kill you today." ”

This miasma spirit old Taoist really changed his face faster than turning a book, and at this time he was already in tears, and shouted to Yang Jian: "Please also see that it is not easy for us miasma creatures to cultivate, spare me this time!"

"Hmph, will you say it a second time?"

Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and the miasma spirit old Dao's body trembled, and he immediately fell to the ground, and streamers flew out of his body.

There are more than a dozen!

Yang Jian's gaze fell on the thunder fan, among these treasures, the one that could make Yang Jian's eyes the most was this fan. This old Taoist also knows the preciousness of the thunder fan, and he deliberately took it out to show off before, wanting to lead Yang Jian to jump into the pit.

As a result, Yang Jian not only jumped into the pit, but also lay down comfortably in the pit......

"It's even if you know each other," Yang Jian wrapped the more than ten treasures in Xuan Qi, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the thoughts in his eyes flashed.

This old way is really difficult to deal with, and the treacherous ones are not inferior to those Terran old-timers.

Yang Jian made up his mind to make up his mind, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and some 'can't wait' to take the thunder fan in his hand and play with it, refining it carefully, as if he didn't find the gray miasma like hair contained in the thunder fan.

The old man peeked and watched, staring carefully at Yang Jian's work, and when he saw the wisp of gray miasma wrapped around Yang Jian's wrist, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a slightly hideous smile.

Did the calculation work?

It can't be so casual.

Yang Jian's body froze there, his complexion changed greatly, and he threw the thunder fan down directly, looking at his wrist with a 'shocked' face......

"Hahahaha! You alien spirits, ignorant creatures who are arrogant!"

This old man stood up, and did not mourn in the slightest about the death of Baal.

The three near-perfect miasma spirits in the front and back, the man in white is frivolous and vigorous, happy and has no city, which is the most 'green';

The warrior Baal is the strongest, and he can fight a draw with Yang Jian, who does not borrow the power of the stars, but he is a little 'foolish and loyal';

This old way is treacherous and cunning, doing everything to the extreme, unscrupulous means to achieve the end, and barely being a little clever......

If it had been another monk, he might have really suffered from this old man's calculations today.

It's a pity that Lao Dao is facing Yang Jian, who is cautious and courageous, this somewhat contradictory trait has been perfectly integrated in Yang Jian.

Lao Dao stepped forward and sneered at Yang Jian.

The gray-white miasma entering the body must have been destroying the inside of this person's Dao body, and it should have been unable to move at this time.

"Do you know how many years it will take me to cultivate a Baal?" Lao Dao walked up to Yang Jian, holding a blood-colored peachwood sword in his hand, and gestured at Yang Jian's chest, as if looking for a suitable place to stab Yang Jian's chest.

Yang Jian stood there quietly, motionless, but his forehead was full of cold sweat.

"Hmph, don't struggle! This is a supreme treasure, it is the essence and blood of the Xuan Turtle Ancestor! Everything can be eroded!" said Lao Dao's face was proud, "The arrangement around this big tomb seems to have been set up by some great person, but over the years, it has also been eroded by this supreme treasure and infiltrated into the surrounding world. How is it, do you feel it? The resentment of the Turtle Ancestor, the hatred of the Turtle Ancestor!"

Yang Jian continued to be silent, but the old Taoist roared as if he had suddenly gone crazy:

"Why do you want to kill it! Kill it for no reason! It doesn't owe the cause and effect of this heaven and earth! When Pangu opened the heavens and the earth, it still relied on its jewels to fix the gods and demons in the north! It was the heavens and the earth that owed it!"

"Hahahaha! How stupid is the living soul, the living soul, the living soul of the desolation! In the end, if Pangu's will is obliterated, it will also be obliterated?"

Lao Dao burst into tears, carrying a bloody sword, his hair was scattered, and he raised his head and shouted: "Why do you want to kill it, why! Heaven is unfair, the avenue is not sounding! Heaven is unfair! The avenue is not sounding! Not sounding!"

Heaven is unfair, and the road is not sound.

When Yang Jian heard this, he already had a general conclusion in his heart.

The root of these miasma spirits is actually the resentment left by the Xuan Turtle, and this old way is also a wisp of miasma to obtain the Tao, although it is incomplete and not very clever, but it adheres to that resentment.

The hatred of the turtle was the act of the saints in ancient times, and Yang Jian didn't know it, and he didn't dare to comment on anything.

Moreover, he had an appointment with Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor in advance, if he could make this trip, he would try his best to resolve the source of the miasma in Beizhou......

Now it seems that it is really more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand, without warning, the miasma old Dao was a little lost and depressed, and Yang Jian directly grabbed his throat.

Lao Dao was stunned at the time.

"You!

Yang Jian didn't answer, his left hand grabbed Lao Dao's neck, and raised his right hand again, and a ball of Xuan Qi in the palm of his right hand slowly 'stretched', and the wisp of gray qi wrapped in the Xuan Qi flew towards Lao Dao like a spiritual snake.

The old man's face suddenly distorted, and his voice came out of his throat 'ho-ho', and his eyes were full of horror.