I don't know how many pairs of eyes watched, Yang Jian just entered the Xuandu City where these creatures were going to enter in a grand manner......

If the eyes can kill the Yuan Shen, Yang Jian estimates that there is no scum left now.

The voice of the Xuandu Archmage was a nightmare for many masters of the chaotic creatures, and the aura of the big black hand was even more domineering in the clear void.

Isn't the master injured?

When Yang Jian was 'taken back' to Xuandu City, he was a little worried in his heart, afraid that Xuandu would forcibly take action in order to protect himself.

The black hand that covered the sky did give him a great sense of oppression, and it was definitely a strong enemy that he could not defeat at this time, and the Xuan body was reminding himself to dodge quickly.

The Xuan Body and Spiritual Sense can probably be classified as the intuition that he has accumulated so far in his fighting method, which can be regarded as instinct.

As soon as he entered the colorful array, Yang Jian was inexplicably shocked by the scene in front of him.

Looking at Xuandu City outside the big array, there is only a pitch-black high wall, and if you get closer, you can see the scars on this high wall, and you can see that the pitch-black is just the color of all kinds of blood that has been infected over and over again, and finally formed.

Desolation, pathos, and a sense of oppressive majesty came to the face.

This is the Xuandu City that Yang Jian has in mind!

After entering Xuandu City, Yang Jian saw another scene.

The nine-fold high wall towered, one higher than the other, and one heavy and one major array circulated with multicolored light, and the farther back, the more powerful the large array became.

And between the two high walls, there are stone statues of different shapes and races in the interval of about thousands of miles between the left and right sides and the front and back.

The stone statue didn't move, but it exuded endless coercion, and the golden immortal aura faintly formed a formation.

On top of the nine-story high wall, each was full of the same stone statues, and in addition to the stone statues on the outermost city wall that had been active, constantly sending out some simple spells and activating the magic weapon to defend the city, the stone statues on the eight high walls behind were also motionless.

Puppet!

There are so many puppets! There are so many! The number is incalculable!

The aura that entangled Yang Jian slowed down since he entered the outermost array, allowing Yang Jian to take a closer look at the scenery outside the Xuandu City.

The nine-story city wall stretched across this vast heaven and earth, and the Chaos Sea seemed to be isolated by some kind of Dao rule, and all kinds of spiritual energy flowed peacefully.

The abundance of aura and vitality in this place is no less than that of any cave blessed land in the wilderness!

A figure strolled from the front, a Taoist robe fluttering without wind, long hair casually draped, sword eyebrows and starry eyes were slightly lazy, who could be the Xuandu who had not pit Yang Jian here?

Xuandu stepped closer, dispersed the aura that wrapped around Yang Jian's body, and raised his hand to pat Yang Jian's shoulder.

"Well done, well, great success. ”

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and Xuandu's words should not be too harsh in his ears.

With this arrangement and battle in Xuandu City, not to mention the soldiers and horses of the four spirit realms outside, even if you call forty more spirit realms to come over, Xuandu City doesn't have to worry about being broken at all!

Don't talk about those puppets, just talk about these nine major arrays......

Forget it, don't mention it.

It's really for those desperate spirits outside, and I feel a little worthless.

"I'm nosy," Yang Jian shook his head, pulled Ao Xinke out of the Xuangui belt, and took out the mixed yuan golden bucket and handed it to Xuandu.

Yang Jian said: "Give it to you." ”

Xuandu raised his hand with a straight face and refused: "Poor Dao is dedicated to cultivating, unlike you, you can enjoy it yourself, and the master has received your heart." ”

"I!" Yang Jian rolled his eyes angrily, and Ao Xinke on the side covered his mouth and chuckled.

She was indeed much more comfortable than in the wilderness, and she always felt a lot less bound - it should be that the dragon's sense of mission and responsibility was much reduced.

Xuandu glanced at the Mixed Yuan Jin Dou and said indifferently: "Let's release it first, otherwise her realm will fall to Daluo." Do you know that the Mist Spirit Clan is also a rare existence among the chaotic creatures, and it is said that they have many magical powers in the room, you can really try it, and the teacher recommends it with a conscience. ”

As he spoke, he also cast a questioning look at Ao Xinke, as if asking why Ao Xinke also came.

Ao Xinke was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, not knowing what to say.

Yang Jian forcibly pulled away from the topic: "Isn't Uncle Shi injured?"

"Hurt?oh, cough cough!" Xuan Du coughed twice, and sighed faintly, "The power of the four spirits to attack together...... Cough, cough, it's so strong, alas, this injury can't be recovered from 10,000 years of sleep. ”

This botched acting......

Yang Jian forcibly held back and didn't complain, and repeatedly warned himself in his heart: Although this big guy is not a good guy, his skills are indeed something he can't afford to provoke.

It's good to get used to it, it's good to get used to it.

flipped the mixed yuan golden bucket, and a figure fell out of it, lying weakly at Yang Jian's feet, his face was pale.

There is no mana, the spiritual power is dry, and although the Dao Foundation is there, the quasi-saint realm is a little unstable.

In a quarter of an hour in the golden bucket, 100,000 paths were empty.

"Y-What did you do to this seat!"

The weak voice of the Mist Spirit Lord came, with a little horror, and she looked up at Yang Jian with a sweat, but those eyes had a kind of seductive charm at this time.

Yang Jian glanced down at her, ignored her, and just asked the Xuandu Grand Master, "You asked me to guard the door, but I am not the opponent of the black hand master of Fang Cai at this time, I am afraid that this door will not be able to be guarded." ”

"Except for today, I haven't done anything for tens of thousands of years," Xuandu sighed softly, "The Four Spirit Realm is just a few small fish, and the Black Spirit Lord is more tricky, and I can't see it clearly, so I'm a little jealous of him." Other...... Look at this woman at your feet, how much do you think she can make waves when she goes to the wilderness?"

Yang Jian touched his chin and thought about it carefully, "Naturally, you can't make any waves with your ability, but it is possible to break into the famous hall with your posture." ”

The Mist Spirit Lord was suddenly a little annoyed, but she was not stupid after all, she just gritted her teeth and endured it at this time, and began to quietly recover her spiritual power while they ignored her.

Xuandu said: "Let's go, I'll take you and your husband and wife to the city for a walk." Don't worry, we didn't make an appointment, and if you can't find the twelve beads, I won't let you take on the responsibility of guarding the city. After all, there are still some old immortals in the chaos that are quite tricky, and you can't handle them at this time. ”

Although these words were a bit hurtful, Yang Jian nodded and didn't refute anything.

If you can't beat it now, it doesn't mean that you can't fight it in the future, and you just practice.

"This way, this is the outermost city wall, and they are all inferior puppets, nothing to look at. ”

Yang Jian nodded, followed behind Xuandu, and started a day trip to the ancient city.

Xuandu City only has one side of the city wall, and the Qiankun Road here is completely distorted, and the other three sides are completely 'non-existent'.

The Sea of Chaos was solidified, and the City of Xuandu was 'embedded' in this solidified Sea of Chaos, except for this side that could enter the chaos, the other three sides could not break in.

The six saints tried it one after another, but they couldn't shake the chaos barrier on three sides, and it was at least the chaos barrier that dozens of Great Dao saints took action to fix.

"Let me say a little bit first," Xuandu said, "Xuandu City is very involved, and the Daomen occupy this place not to covet treasures, in fact, the treasures here have been emptied by many powerful people in ancient times, and the remaining treasures can only be obtained by their own chances, and if they don't have the chance, they don't have to think about it." ”

"It's not so much about guarding the door, it's better to be guarding the tomb, you see that these nine major arrays and puppet techniques are actually left by Taisu, in addition to the outside, but also internally. ”

Xuandu's words stopped at the point, and Yang Jian was left to his own imagination.

Nine major formations, nine batches of puppets.

Needless to say, how many treasure materials are needed to forge these puppets, this amount is really terrifying.

What made Yang Jian feel even more speechless was the fluctuation of the aura around the puppet's body.

The outermost three, all the golden immortal fluctuations, the middle three, ninety percent of the golden immortal fluctuations, one into the Daluo golden immortal fluctuation, and the last three, the number of puppets decreased drastically.

There are one hundred and eight puppets in the seventh level, of which there are seventy-two Da Luo realm puppets and thirty-six puppets at the peak of Da Luo.

On the eighth city wall, there were only sixteen figures, including twelve puppets of the peak of Da Luo and four puppets of the quasi-holy realm.

Interestingly, these four puppets of the quasi-saint realm were like living beings, and they also saluted Xuandu and Yang Jian......

"These puppets are extremely powerful, almost every puppet can deal with monks who are one rank higher than them, this power is a great gift left to us by Taisu. ”

The Xuandu Archmage sighed lightly, "In the early years, there were several times in the early years, the great power of the Flood Desolation and the real powerhouses of the chaotic creatures joined forces and hit the front of the fourth layer gate, and I also relied on the help of the four of them to barely repel those guys. ”

Yang Jian asked, "Why don't Daomen disciples come to help?"

"There are saints and lords in the flood wilderness, and there will be no more out of the flood wilderness. ”

Xuandu chuckled lightly and continued to move forward, "Let's take a walk around the city, and introduce you to the four of them later, don't think they are puppets, just treat them as Taoist friends." ”

"Hmm," Yang Jian nodded, somewhat curious about the puppet technique.

If you have mastered the puppet art and have endless treasures, won't you be able to create a group of strong armies that are not afraid of life and death?

There were no puppets behind the ninth city wall, but it was a dead and silent city, with many houses in the city, the light of the formation prohibition flickering gently, all kinds of statues staggering, and the cracked ground surging with abundant aura, also overflowing with dead silence.

This is the true face of Xuandu City.

It seems to have come slowly from an ancient era, and he is confiding in Yang Jian.

"This is Xuandu City," Yang Jian sighed, "Why don't you see the tomb of the saint you said?"

"There, do you see those broken walls?" Xuandu pointed to the deepest part of the city, Yang Jian looked at it, and nodded suddenly.

Xuandu said: "It's not the time to go anywhere, when these boring guys outside retreat, I'll take you to treasure hunting." ”

The fog spirit lord, who had been bound by Ao Xinke's water chain and followed behind the two, was full of shock in his eyes at this time.

It should be the first time she has seen the situation in Xuandu City......

"Are we fighting for life and death for this place of death?" the Mist Spirit Lord muttered in a low voice.

Xuandu glanced at her and didn't say anything.

Yang Jian asked, "Kill her?"

"The Fog Spirit Clan, it's very rare," Xuandu smiled, "The Four Spirit Realm is actually not a threat, and it can be more lively on weekdays." ”

In the middle of speaking, Xuandu said to Yang Jian: "She is just a pawn used by others, I know a method of controlling the spirit clan's primordial spirit, you might as well take her in, and then let her go back to do an internal response, let's put a long line and hang a few big fish out." ”

Yang Jian groaned a few times and glanced at the Mist Spirit Lord, but he didn't mind running errands here for more than 10,000 years, and he could still nourish his eyes if he was fine.

Nodding, Yang Jian was just about to ask about the method of controlling the spirit clan's primordial gods, but there was a surge of thought in his heart.

It was the incarnation that suddenly had something that made his heart fluctuate.

"Wait for me for a while, there's something going on over there. ”

Yang Jian said so, sat down cross-legged, and Ao Xinke immediately stepped forward to guard.

The mind shuttled, returning to the incarnation of the primordial god of the desolation, and the incarnation sitting on the fire boat slowly opened his eyes.

Here it is......

Yang Jian's eyes were stunned, Huaguo Mountain?