This is the master of the miasma in white?

No, probably not.

The person who stopped in front of him was dressed as a general, dressed in blood-colored armor, with long hair hanging down casually, eyes like lightning, a resolute face, and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was some natural killing intent in his smile.

Compared with the white-clothed miasma who was mentally unstable, this general who stood on the edge of the ninth miasma land to block Yang Jian felt much more mature and calm.

Yang Jian didn't stop, the sword in his hand bloomed with golden light, and there were thousands of zhang away, directly slashing at this person.

The golden light seems to be indestructible, condensing the vast power and carrying the righteousness of Haoran, as if it can redivide this world into yin and yang.

But the man just raised his hand, and the miasma condensed into a wave of blood in the sky, rolling towards Yang Jian.

The strength of this warrior miasma spirit is much higher than that of the white-clothed miasma spirit.

The blood hides the golden light, and the filth is chaotic and empty.

Yang Jian never thought that the sword in his hand could be restrained by the power of the poisonous miasma, and his body was already about to rush to this person, so he had to temporarily change his tactics and put away his sword and spear.

"Wait!" The miasma general retreated, raised his hand at Yang Jian, and scolded: "My master wants to see you!

How can Yang Jian pay attention to this person?

Pick up a gun and kill, simply and neatly, completely unmoved by the words of this war general.

The other party didn't expect Yang Jian to be so decisive, grabbed two blood hammers, waved them majestically, and fought with Yang Jian.

The miasma spirit behind Yang Jian stopped again, not daring to come closer, whether it was the man in white before or the blood-clothed warrior at this time, these miasma spirits all had a kind of awe from the depths of their 'souls'.

When the man in white died just now, these miasma spirits surged up again, greedily devouring the man's body in white, like a pack of hungry wolves.

But at this time, these miasma spirits once again resigned themselves to a hundred miles away, quietly waiting for the end of the battle here.

Yang Jian really met an opponent this time.

The man in white only relied on a golden sword, and his own martial arts and strategy during the battle were not worth mentioning at all.

But this blood-colored general, but he is quite good at fighting, and Yang Jian has been fighting back and forth, and both sides have injuries, and no one can take down the other for a while.

It's just that this miasma spirit can ingest the five-colored miasma at any time to fill its own consumption, and has always maintained itself at its peak, but Yang Jian didn't dare to attract the starlight to help, for fear of disturbing the demons outside.

One eliminates the other, and a long war will definitely have disadvantages for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian also knows this, the attack must be fierce, the battle must be full force, no sharp spears, mountain axes, and soul-destroying swords take turns to fight, the offensive is like thunder, like a torrent, and the bloody war will retreat again and again!

This battle, the more you fight, the happier it gets!

In the midst of the desolation, the Yuan Shen Dao was greatly prosperous, and there were very few people who could achieve some achievements in cultivating the flesh, and Yang Jian fought against the enemy, except for a few people such as the Heavenly Court War General Gray Mu, most of them were difficult to fully apply what they had learned.

Today, when he encountered this miasma spirit that could not be killed or suppressed, and also used his blade to fight with him, Yang Jian also completely let go of his hands and feet.

The mood was not shocked, but his face was fierce, the axe and gun in his hand were dancing, and the enemy chief was covered with wounds.

After dozens of rounds, Yang Jian once again gained the upper hand, and at this time he was even more unforgiving, and the offensive was more ferocious than one wave.

Seeing that he was invincible and was about to be killed by Yang Jian, this general followed in the footsteps of his junior brother, and hurriedly shouted:

"My master is the master of this place! The boundless aura is under the control of my master! You really have to think clearly, otherwise your body will die today!"

Boundless aura? That's what these miasma refers to.

Yang Jian frowned, stopped and retreated, took back the Soul Slayer Sword, and just stood in the air with a spear, his eyes flashing quietly.

The blood-colored warrior panted and stepped back, looking at Yang Jian with vigilance, he had no arrogance when he first appeared on the stage, and there was only fear and jealousy in his eyes.

Obviously, although this miasma spirit is strong, it still has some mental shortcomings.

Yang Jian finally spoke: "Your teacher is the spirit buried in this Xuanyuan tomb?"

"That's good!" the miasma general hurriedly said: "This place is all the heaven and earth condensed by my master's supreme supernatural powers, and we are also born in the master's divine thoughts!

As he spoke, the miasma pointed into the distance.

Yang Jian looked intently, but saw that the road ahead was no longer full of five-colored miasma, but there were puffs of gray-white smoke wafting quietly.

Seeing this smoke, Xuan Gong was a warning omen.

The miasma general was still afraid that Yang Jian would not believe it, so he rolled up a miasma spirit out of thin air and threw it hard towards the empty road.

The tiger-like miasma with seven short legs raised its head and roared, but the roar stopped abruptly, and its body turned into colorful smoke without a sound, and the smoke gradually 'melted' and disappeared.

Yang Jian's divine eyes saw it clearly, and the miasma spirit was just swept away by a gray-white smoke, which was instantly shattered and turned into a five-colored miasma.

But the five-colored miasma could not survive, and it was directly evaporated by the gray mist, turning into a wisp of gray smoke, which merged into the gray-white smoke.

The miasma general shouted again: "That's a treasure that can melt all tangible things!

Yang Jian's heart sank, and he thought carefully.

The other party's words can't be fully believed, but there is really no other way in front of him, and the danger ahead is far more than a hundred or a thousand times before, and even the eight or nine Xuangong have also set a warning omen to let him not break into that world.

If this miasma warrior didn't deceive him, that 'master' should be the Xuanyuan Remnant Spirit, Yang Jian has the token given by the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, if he can really see the Xuanyuan Remnant Spirit, maybe he can take the treasure of this place.

"Lead the way. ”

A simple sentence is quite domineering.

Although the miasma general was a little annoyed, he didn't dare to say anything, turned around and lowered his head, and led Yang Jian towards the land under his feet.

Yang Jianfei accompanied him, but he was always separated by a hundred feet.

It seemed that the endless army of miasma spirits also got an order from nowhere, and fell towards the land, and after a while, the land returned to the prosperous appearance when Yang Jian first saw it.

However, this 'prosperous' scene seems to be too 'rigid'.

It's as if someone told each miasma what they should and shouldn't do, and then put the miasma on top of the land, and let them form this picture scroll that looks like a prosperous world on earth.

Unfortunately, this is always just a picture.

In the past, there was Nuwa who created people, and then there was the Styx Ancestor who created the Asura clan, could it be that this Xuan Turtle Remnant Spirit also wanted to emulate these two?

Yang Jian followed the miasma warrior and continued to fly down the edge of the continent.

A hundred miles ahead is the boundary of the gray-white miasma, and not far from him is a smooth stone wall like a mirror, and there is still a sea of smoke condensed by the five-colored miasma on the left and right.

After flying downwards for a while, the miasma warrior stopped and stood in front of a hole in the stone wall, waiting quietly.

Yang Jian is also a master of art and bold, he has already come here, and there is no reason to retreat halfway, carrying a pointless spear, grasping the mountain axe, and first looking at it with his eyes for a while.

"Hmph! If my master wants to kill you, it's just a matter of thought!" Seeing this, the miasma general was a little displeased, so he cursed and turned around and entered the cave first.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he stepped up to follow, fully vigilant.

The entrance to the cave is square, and there is a glow shining inside.

Walk into it, it is actually a palace carved out of crystal, ten zhang high, decorated with complex stars, nearly 100 zhang wide, there are 9981 crystal pillars flashing light.

Compared to the 'bustling' on the land, this place is much colder, except for a lone crystal throne with a phantom shadow on it.

The miasma warrior walked up to the throne, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Master, that person has been brought." ”

"Good. ”

Some old voices came from the front, but they were very gentle, "You are the one who broke into the battle, come forward, I have not seen any visitors for many years, and it is not only the current flood and famine." ”

These eighty-one pillars are obviously a big array, so I'm afraid that it will be easy to enter and difficult to get out. ’

Yang Jian muttered in his heart, just stood at the door of the hall, and said indifferently: "The predecessor is the turtle that died here?"

This remark is already a bit disrespectful, although it is deliberate, but Yang Jian still offends Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor secretly.

The miasma general was furious, and angrily rebuked: "You are so ignorant of lifting!

"Baal," the phantom on the throne spoke again, still gentle and gentle, "back off, this is not hospitality. ”

"Yes!" the miasma general replied respectfully and stepped aside.

The phantom smiled, "Do you want to drink tea with me in the doorway?"

"Why not?" Yang Jian didn't mean to put on the set at all, put away the pointless spear, only lifted the mountain axe, and left his left hand, "Where's the tea?"

The other party is also stagnant.