The Daluo Realm is actually the 'end' of the monk's path of cultivation, and only those who can break through the whole can step out of the end and enter the realm of a true master.

Quasi-saint.

Where this title came from and how it was decided could no longer be studied in the era of the flood and famine, and it generally referred to the great monks above Daluo and below the saints.

Since the opening of the flood wilderness, the innate beings in the flood wilderness have taken the lead in cultivating, and many people have broken their own ways and entered the quasi-holy realm;

As the time of Taisu's destruction continued, chaotic creatures also appeared everywhere in the Chaos Sea, and the strong among them gradually entered the quasi-holy realm.

Today's Sea of Chaos, to use an inappropriate analogy, is actually a dark and dangerous forest.

The flood famine is connected everywhere, and the monks have never stopped communicating, so even if there are many secluded cultivators in the flood famine, the number of quasi-saints can be roughly guessed.

As for the Chaos Sea, because there is no margin around it and the communication between the various races is weak, it is impossible to infer the number of Chaos Beings, let alone know the geometry of the quasi-Saint Realm masters.

But no matter what, the quasi-holy realm can be called a master.

Especially in today's era, when the saint realm is also the six meritorious saints in the desolation, the masters of the quasi-saint peak, such as Yuding and Xuandu, can intimidate a heaven and earth.

Quasi-saint, quasi-saint, if he gets the chance, he can be promoted to the great monk of immortal and immortal sainthood, but today in front of Yang Jian's eyes, seven in a row, were defeated at the same time in an instant!

They all died under the seemingly soft white veil and the strips of cloth!

Quasi-saints!

These are the seven quasi-saints! These are not the good and bad Da Luo Jin Immortals, these are all quasi-saints who jump out of their own ways and seek the opportunity to become holy!

Yang Jian felt a twitch in his heart, and then looked at the figure of the puppet fourteen, and suddenly felt a little jealous.

I can't afford to mess with it, it's really evil.

Puppet Fourteen's sentence 'death to trespassers' was by no means casual, and when her ethereal words fell, these quasi-saint masters who broke into Xuandu City suffered a calamity directly.

There are only a few people who are deeper and quicker, or who have the great magic power to escape to save their lives, and barely escape after leaving various scars......

A white veil was slashed, forming a net within a radius of 100 zhang, and the bodies of several quasi-saints were pierced through each veil......

Intertwined into a net, the fairy blood is dripping.

These seven quasi-saints who didn't have time to escape had no backhand power at all!

This scene can be called tragic, but it has an inexplicable beauty, and even makes people feel that the white strips of cloth arranged in a staggered array of some kind should be the best destination for these seven quasi-saints.

The limbs and heads of the seven figures separated in an instant, and the seven terrifying primordial powers disappeared strangely, as if they had been swallowed by Xuandu City, and they were completely gone.

Puppet Fourteen appeared on the spot, with his back to the seven people, his eyes looked outside the Xuandu City, locked on the backs of the two figures who had just escaped.

The two quasi-saints turned their heads and glanced at them, they were covered in cold sweat, and their Dao hearts were shattered in an instant.

"What a monster, what a monster!"

"Let's go, Xuandu City is not a place where we can come, the Daomen is really powerful, this must be the back hand left by Sanqing!"

The eyes of these two quasi-saints revealed great panic, and the Dao heart of the quasi-saint, which should have been undisturbed, also rolled over because of the escape from death.

Except for Yang Jian, only one or two people sensed how the puppet fourteen moved.

When her figure flashed away, the Qiankun Road was distorted and overlapped, and the space was like a thin piece of paper folded by her at will.

Then, the puppet fourteen stood beside the stacked 'thin paper', and two white silk sticks flew out of his wrists, cutting off the vitality of the seven quasi-saints at will.

This is not because the strip of cloth wrapped around the puppet 14 is such a powerful treasure, it is purely because the puppet 14's control of the Qiankun Dao has reached a rather terrifying level.

It's ......

Yang Jian muttered in a low voice, "Sage?"

Although he felt that it was a little unlikely, Yang Jian did indeed perceive the kind of Dao rhyme that he had perceived in the Sanqing Master Ancestor and the Qianhong Daoist in the puppet fourteen.

What's going on?

Yang Jian felt a little suspicious in his heart, and raised his head to search for the figures of the Xuandu ** Master and the Black Spirit Lord, but saw that the Xuandu ** Master was also standing in the center of the outermost city wall of Xuandu City, his hands were as fast as phantoms, and he was knotting this kind of magic seal.

When the Black Spirit Lord first appeared in the puppet Fourteen, he had already fled directly.

Master Bo had said before that Xuandu City had been besieged by a large number of masters, and the Nine Major Arrays had been broken four or five times, and it was only with the assistance of four quasi-holy puppets that those masters could be repelled.

Presumably, the Black Spirit Lord was among those people back then, so he had already known the skills of the puppet Fourteen, so he retreated so decisively.

Qiankun Dao Fourteen, Yang Jian was also a little interested in the skills of the other three quasi-saint puppets.

Yang Jian flew out of the big array, looked at the slaughter field outside the array, and suddenly felt that he was not majestic in commanding a million-strong army in Nanzhou.

"**Teacher, I'll go back first. ”

"Go," Xuandu was busy with his hands, and the puppet fourteen owed Xuandu a debt, and raised his hand to Yang Jian to say hello before disappearing in place.

To be honest, the moment she raised her hand, Yang Jian almost escaped with seventy-two changes......

The broken bodies of the seven quasi-saints floated behind the city wall, and more than a dozen treasures were also floating quietly, and Yang Jian was not in a hurry to count them, just glanced at them, and flew to the side of the Xuandu ** master.

The matter of dividing the spoils is not in a hurry.

Yang Jian suddenly discovered an interesting thing, the quasi-saint master who died here, there were six chaotic beings, and there was only one Flood Desolation Overhaul.

I have to say that these great cultivators from the wilderness are indeed much stronger than the natives of the Chaos Sea.

As Xuandu continued to seal, the outermost large array of Xuandu City slowly opened, and a shallow film of light had been condensed at this time.

Yang Jian stood beside the Xuandu ** Division, watching the chaotic battle outside the city.

"It's amazing......"

Yang Jian's eyes saw the scene of the puppet fourteen making a move, and he sighed lightly.

Master Xuandu smiled indifferently, "Master and nephew, if you keep up your efforts, one day you will be able to have the skills of your uncle, so you don't have to be discouraged." ”

Yang Jian glanced at Master Xuandu, and naturally noticed that Master Uncle didn't want to talk more about the puppet fourteen, and silently looked away, not knowing what to say for a while.

There are many secrets in Xuandu City, and these four quasi-holy puppets seem to have some kind of secret.

The road must be walked step by step, and these stories must be explored step by step......

With a move in his heart, Yang Jian said, "Uncle Shi, I'll go hunt some spirit cores and come back." ”

"Go, come back and pack up these quasi-holy corpses, and bury them with their arms and legs that are not needed. ”

Xuandu said lightly, but he gave Yang Jian an unknown benefit.

Every quasi-saint is not simple and can be achieved, so the family background of each quasi-saint master is far from being comparable to that of Da Luo Jin Xian.

Seventy-two changes, Yang Jian's figure turned into a golden peng and swept out, killing into the place of chaos.

At this time, the puppet army had fully prevailed, and the Black Spirit Lord was also shocked back by the puppet fourteen, Yang Jian took the opportunity to intercept and kill some chaotic creatures in the Great Luo Realm, and took their spirit cores for later use.

You have to get together the number of 3,000 as soon as possible.

The Mist Spirit Lord was nowhere to be found, but with a few thoughts in Yang Jian's heart, he could faintly sense the general location of the Mist Spirit Lord in the Chaos Sea.

She should have been escorted by her subordinates and fled, as long as she escaped back to the Fog Spirit Realm, with all the arrangements of the Fog Spirit Realm, she should be able to stabilize the situation quickly.

It just so happened that Yang Jian could take advantage of this time to find the remaining twelve Dinghai Divine Beads, and when the thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads were gathered, his combat power jumped again, and he began the task given to him by the sage Lao Tzu......

Conquer the Chaos Spirit Clan for the use of the Dao Gate.

After this series of arrangements, Yang Jian found that he was even busier than in the God Tribulation.

Looking down at the dragon girl who was meditating quietly in the Xuan Turtle Belt, Yang Jian was inexplicably much more relieved.

Anyway, he left an incarnation in the wilderness, but he didn't have to worry about the safety of his mother and Meishan.

The mind is like a clear spring and a clear stream flowing slowly, although there are many chaotic things to think about, but Yang Jian's subordinates have no mercy, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Great Luo Ling clans have died under the wings of Jin Peng, and Yang Jian has taken away the spirit core, annihilating the soul in the spirit core.

Is this the decisive decision?

In fact, it's just that Yang Jian has been cultivating for a long time, and he has seen too many births, deaths, and deaths, and his Dao heart has become stronger and stronger, so there won't be too many mood fluctuations in this regard.

After all, he didn't know how many people like the sect Interception Immortals had been killed, and if Yang Jian's heart was not hard, he would have driven himself crazy.

"Retreat!"

The hoarse voice of the Black Spirit Lord came from the Chaos Sea, and at this time, more than half of the Chaos creatures that had been lost immediately collapsed, and the warships flew wildly, and the streamers burst out, rushing back to the Chaos Sea like crazy.

Yang Jian followed the puppet army to kill for a while, and when the puppet army stopped, he also stabilized his body and did not break alone and broke around.

Counting the harvest, Yang Jian harvested a total of one hundred and thirty-six spirit cores, which is not bad.

The puppet army did not return directly to Xuandu City, but began to clean up the battlefield.

Under Yang Jian's curious gaze, these puppets began to 'dismember' the corpses of those creatures, opened the magic weapons used for storage one by one, sorted the treasures into categories, and transported them back to Xuandu City.

In addition to this, the golems also recovered the golems damaged in battle......

After a short time, this small world outside Xuandu City was empty, except for those blood droplets floating everywhere, there was not the slightest residue.

Yang Jian was curious, and followed these puppets back to Xuandu City, staring at their movements all the way.

But I saw that these puppets sent the treasures, treasures, pills, residues, and those broken puppets into several large arrays carved on the ground.

These large arrays were overlapping and covering a wide area, as if they were melting furnaces, refining everything.

And when Yang Jian saw new puppets walking out of these big formations one by one, making the Qiankun in front of the two city walls even more crowded, he was really shocked.

"That's what the senior did. ”

Xuandu said with a smile, patted Yang Jian's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Young man, you still have a long way to go." ”

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, and after Xuandu left, he looked at the big arrays for a long time before turning around and picking up the bodies of the seven quasi-saints.

There is such a puppet technique in the Taisu Realm, and in the end it was defeated?

What should the 'weak' creatures of the desolation do?

When the time comes, someone has to step up.

Yang Jian's Dao heart was inexplicably a little stronger, and looking at the place where the Seven Quasi-Saints fell, there was not much regret. 2k reading web