Everything is difficult at the beginning, and it is even more so to create a foundation.

Yang Jian knew that in order to fight a force in the sea of chaos, he must step by step, fight steadily, and invest infinite effort.

Easier said than done.

Just talking about subduing the Four Spirit Realms made Yang Jian a little clueless, but fortunately, he had captured the Mist Spirit Lord before, so he could make a plan here.

After thinking about it, you must also rely on the means to control the spirit core of the spirit race.

Xuandu talked to Yang Jianyan for three or four days, Yang Jian was dizzy when he listened, but fortunately, Ao Xinke helped record it from the side.

Waiting for Xuandu's dry mouth to say that he would find some spiritual springs to drink, he took his hands to resist the wind, and drifted away in Xuandu City, Yang Jian sat there and digested all kinds of things Xuandu said, and his mind was mixed for a while.

"Husband, why don't I call some masters in the clan to come and help?"

"I can't always rely on your mother's family," Yang Jian shook his head with a smile, "This Chaos Sea is no better than the Flood Desolation, don't let the Dragon Clan suffer too much damage." The conquest of the Chaos Spirit Race is still based on cultivating the power of the Chaos Spirit Race. ”

Ao Xinke nodded gently, glanced at the mist spirit lord who was still sleeping over there, and said, "This chess piece is just right to use." ”

"Now don't be in a hurry to let the Fog Spirit Lord return to the Fog Spirit Realm, we have to find an opportunity so that the Spirit Clan will not be suspicious of her," Yang Jian's eyes were a little jealous, "Especially the Black Spirit Lord, I always feel that that is the trouble in our hearts." ”

"Does the husband want to show his strength in the sea of chaos?"

Yang Jian nodded, and smiled, "With the order of the Sage Master, I can't return to the flood recently, not to mention, this is also a means to deal with the great tribulation in the future......"

Ao Xinke looked at Yang Jian, although his words were soft, there was always a power that could penetrate Yang Jian's heart.

"If my husband has a decision, I will definitely help my husband with all my heart. It's just that the husband has to be prepared in advance. ”

"Oh?

Ao Xinke said in a low voice: "In order to subdue the Three Realms, the Jade Emperor fought in the Three Thousand Worlds, and countless lives were killed and injured. If the husband wants to contain the chaos races, the war disaster is still above the Chaotian Pavilion, should the husband be truly unharmed?"

When Yang Jian heard this, his face was slightly gloomy, and he was silent for a long time.

Then, Yang Jian stood up and exhaled slowly.

"A man is in the world, he should do something, and he should not do something," Yang Jian said indifferently, "As long as I know my heart and have no selfish feelings, even if I need to kill nearly half of the creatures in the sea of chaos, I can turn a plate of scattered sand into a solid city outside the flood and wilderness, so what?"

Ao Xinke frowned lightly and looked at Yang Jian's figure.

"Didn't the husband say that after sealing the gods, he chose a place to go into hiding......

When Yang Jian heard this, he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only sigh and face Ao Xinke, who was sitting on the futon, and was silent for a long time.

Speaking of retreat, in fact, it is half helpless, half tired.

Now, Yang Jian was inexplicably a little impulsive, wanting to make a name for himself and develop a foundation in the chaotic world of the Chaos Sea, which had no shadow of a saint, no shadow of a master, and no original fate of Erlang God.

There is no Heavenly Court here, and the influence of the Dao Gate is limited to this place, Xuandu City;

Here, no one will talk about the disciple of the Taoist Sect, Erlang Zhenjun, and can directly call him by name, calling him the name he has used since he was born to this day;

I don't have any worries, so I'm willing to give it a go.

Burn some blood and sweat and see where you can go in the sea of chaos!

Even if this trip to the wilderness is just a ridiculous dream, he needs to bloom some light that belongs to him in this grotesque dream!

Yang Jian spit out a sentence for no reason: "I actually just want people to know that I have been here." ”

"Husband......

Yang Jian said with a smile: "I also want to take this opportunity to have a blast and see if I can make a name that only belongs to me." ”

"Well," Ao Xinke replied with a chuckle, "I'll ponder the supernatural powers given by my master here first." ”

"I went to walk around the city, and I didn't know that the sea god bead would run out on its own. ”

Ao Xinke instructed: "Don't take risks easily. ”

"Well, you can rest assured. ”

Yang Jian raised his hand to the Mist Spirit Lord and said, "Wake up, protect the Dharma for my wife, and don't resist my wife's words." ”

The Fog Spirit Lord's delicate body trembled, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yang Jian with despair, slowly stood up, and stood beside Ao Xinke.

I don't know how binding this method of controlling the spirit core is, Yang Jian left a trace of mystical energy on Ao Xinke's body, if the fog spirit master is in trouble, he can also rush back quickly.

However, at this time, Ao Xinke's cultivation was still above the Mist Spirit Lord, and even if the latter made a move, he would only be suppressed by Princess Wanzhi.

Waiting for Ao Xinke to settle down, Yang Jian flicked his sleeves and walked in mid-air, swaying towards the Xuandu City.

He seems to be idle, but in fact he is very nervous, after all, there are many prohibitions in Xuandu City, some of which can even hurt saints, not to mention him, a 'little shrimp' who has just come out of the wilderness.

Prohibition and formation are actually two similar but different avenues, the former is mostly used for refining weapons, and the latter is mostly used for arranging large arrays.

Xuandu City is actually a forbidden place, and the remaining formations here are casually said by the monks to be forbidden, which is not bad.

Comparatively speaking, the prohibition is more complicated, and most of the prohibitions here are products of the Taisu era, which is quite novel to Yang Jian.

Naturally, he is just trying to figure it out, and he is not the first person to be the first person to archaeology in the flood wilderness.

After walking for a long time, there was no fluctuation in spiritual sense, and there was no abnormality in the Xuan body.

This made Yang Jian feel a little depressed, he was used to the flood in the wilderness, and he was covered by strong luck, and he could meet the opportunity when he walked around.

But after wandering around the city of Xuandu for a long time, not to mention the treasure taking the initiative to come to the door, I didn't even see half a ray of treasure light.

'It must have been collected by Master Xuandu. ’

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, feeling that Xuandu was 'fat', and wanted to find some opportunity to buckle some bones between the teeth of Master Xuandu......

After turning half of Xuandu City, Yang Jian's figure turned, and he went to his wife to take a look, and saw that Ao Xinke was concentrating on deducing the supernatural powers taught by Xuandu, and the fog spirit lord was like a cold maid, standing there and constantly looking around, and he was really protecting the Dharma with all his heart.

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "Such a magical power can still steal people's minds, if it falls into the hands of the wicked, it will really be a disaster......

After a pause, Yang Jian kept shaking his head, turned around and flew towards the periphery of Xuandu City.

The ninth major array did not stop him, on the contrary, it was a little close to him, it should have been arranged before Xuandu.

He didn't continue to move forward, but fell towards a place on the city wall, and the four puppets of the quasi-holy realm opened their eyes at the same time and looked at Yang Jian.

It is really unbelievable that a puppet can reach the quasi-holy realm.

Each of these four quasi-holy realm puppets has its own characteristics.

One is the image of a reckless and strong man, holding two large copper hammers, the copper hammers exude an amazing evil aura, and they are also extraordinary treasures.

The strong man just glanced at Yang Jian, and continued to stand in the middle position, without moving half a minute.

The other is the figure of a woman with several layers of gauze wrapped around her body, wrapped tightly all over her body, revealing only a pair of smart eyes and nose and mouth.

At this time, it was looking at Yang Jian curiously, with a little eagerness in its eyes.

There is another one, dozens of feet high, with six heads and twelve arms on the upper body, and the body is carved with a large intricate array, and the lower body is a cylindrical cylinder, like the barrel of a huge cannon, but it is a pestle on the city wall.

This behemoth slowly moved its huge body, and the face carved by the formation showed a little smile, and beckoned to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian returned the salute and didn't know how to greet him for a while.

And the last puppet sitting in the corner of the city wall was an old man in a loose robe, with long hair messy, holding two pieces of wood in his hand and constantly trying to figure something, after glancing at Yang Jian, he lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the wood.

"Are you looking for us?"

A voice like a hundred spirits drilled into his ears, Yang Jian nodded hurriedly, looking at the quasi-saint skeleton who said a word.

It was the puppet wrapped in a veil and shaped like a woman.

She took the initiative to greet her, stepped over the layers in two steps, and appeared in front of Yang Jian, but she was a petite and delicate figure, and her head was no more than Yang Jian's chest.

"I don't know how to call my seniors, if there is any rudeness, I still hope for Haihan. ”

"My name is fourteen, you can call me fourteen, so what should I call you?**The teacher said, you are his nephew, and you are also here to help defend the city. ”

Puppet Fourteen said softly, just two or three sentences, which made Yang Jian feel that his heart was like a girl who had never been polluted by mortal dust, quite pure.

"My name is Yang Jian, and I am the nephew of the ** division. ”

"Senior nephew, does that mean that your master is his junior brother?"

"Well, yes. ”

Puppet Fourteen nodded, his expression was hidden and he couldn't see the approximation, but his gaze was quite serious.

She raised her hand a little, cut through the place, pulled out a piece of wood, and carved a few simple but very mysterious characters on the wood.

Yang Jian asked, "What is this doing?"

"Oh, I'm afraid I've forgotten your name and engraved this on my heart. ”

Puppet Fourteen said this, placing the log back into the crack, clapping his hands again, and closing the crack.

This hand really shocked Yang Jian.

Where is this? Xuandu City, where the Qiankun Dao is completely distorted! This puppet with the appearance of a girl can cut through the universe so freely......

Sure enough, Master Xuandu once said that all the puppets here have combat power higher than their strength, and they are not just talking about it.

"Are you looking for us?" asked Puppet Fourteen with a wink, slightly curious.

"Cough, that's the case," Yang Jian sighed in his heart, he was really a little bit sitting in the well and watching the sky, this puppet was just a thing created by others, and the power that created these puppets really didn't know what kind of style it was.

Yang Jian said honestly: "I'm quite interested in the puppet technique, I don't know how to get started......"

"Oh, you want to learn how to make a puppet," the quasi-holy puppet seemed to have a fairly clear self-knowledge of herself, she pointed to the corner below the city wall, and gestured with her hands in a big circle, "Go and ask him, we were all made by him, and the puppets of the entire Xuandu City were all made by him!"

Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded.

Can a puppet make a puppet?

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