The appearance of the Fog Spirit Lord, Yang Jian had already seen it once since the huge projection of recruiting troops when he was in the Fog Spirit Realm.

You can see the real person, the misty rhyme flows gracefully, and the slender body covered by the gauze exudes all the beauty of a woman, and people can't help but feel ape, and there is an urge to reach out and touch it desperately.

Under the Lingtai Yuanshen Tree, the bronze Xiaoding suddenly sounded softly, Yang Jian's Yuanshen Tree rattled, and Yang Jian himself immediately cleared up.

It was just a moment, Yang Jian looked up, although he saw a beautiful skin, but he couldn't make any waves in his heart.

Ao Xinke said in a loud voice: "Husband, the Lord of the Mist Spirit seems to be born with charming powers. ”

Yang Jian nodded, understanding this as the racial talent of the woman of the Fog Spirit Clan......

But then again, Da Luo Jin Immortal can only listen to what he says, and the quasi-saint can see his true face, and this fog spirit lord is also really 'snobbish'.

Chaos is disorderly, and the weak have nowhere to go.

Da Luo Jin Immortal is also a master among the Chaos Beings, and the Great Cultivator of the Quasi-Saint Cultivator, even if he is a monk who has just entered the Quasi-Saint Realm, will be treated as a guest in the Chaos Spirit Clan.

Yang Jian was looking at the Mist Spirit Lord, and the Light Blue Eyes of the Mist Spirit Lord were also looking at Yang Jian, revealing a faint curiosity and a hint of thought in his eyes.

Only then did the Mist Spirit Lord and the people in the hall notice that they couldn't see through the slightest strength of the man beside this quasi-saint master......

"This is the Mist Spirit Lord?" Yang Jian spoke, sitting upright on the chair, clasping his hands into fists, "It's rude." ”

Should I find a suitable starting point, or should I just break out?

Yang Jian weighed the strength of these masters in the hall in his heart, although in his opinion, only those few alien quasi-saints could threaten, but the mist spirit lord himself was also a creature of the quasi-saint realm.

If she didn't strike ruthlessly, she might escape.

The Fog Spirit Lord chuckled, and many Da Luo Jin Immortals in the hall looked obsessed, but more Da Luo Jin Immortals lowered their heads and didn't dare to look, obviously knowing how powerful the Mist Spirit Lord was.

"Qingding Daoyou, I don't know how to cultivate?"

Yang Jian smiled: "It's about the same as my inner son...... Isn't the battle line tightened ahead? Why don't the spirit lords let the generals bring the heroes from all walks of life over first, and we husband and wife have something to discuss with the spirit lord. ”

"Oh?" the Mist Spirit Lord chuckled, "I'm not in a hurry for this moment, what's the important matter of Qingding Daoist?"

Yang Jian turned his head and swept his eyes, and then bowed his head slightly, "Since the Spirit Lord wants me to speak in front of so many people, what do I say? It's just a little secret about the entrance to the tomb in Xuandu City." ”

Xuandu City, the Great Tomb?

The eyes of all the monks looked at it, and the mist spirit lord even had a light in his beautiful eyes for a moment.

"This matter must not be said in vain, don't collide with the many saints who sleep in Xuandu City. ”

The fog spirit lord had a solemn face and said, "Generals, wait for all fellow Daoists to return to the camp to arrange the siege of the city." ”

"Yes, Spirit Lord. ”

The ten alien generals who were originally waiting here answered in unison, turned around one by one with expressionless faces, and walked towards these Great Luo Jin Immortals.

At this time, looking at Yang Jian's Daodao gaze, it was much more interesting.

Among the ten alien marshals and generals, several of them cast threatening glances at Yang Jian, not to ask Yang Jian to tell them 'secret', but to warn Yang Jian not to play any tricks.

And the gaze of those Da Luo Jin Immortals is much more complicated, there are envy, there are also dissatisfaction, and some people are calculating Yang Jian's heels, but it is a pity that there is no desolate Heavenly Dao power to borrow here, and it is impossible to deduce what the details are.

Yang Jian sat there with a slightly arrogant expression, waiting for the figure behind him to gradually finish walking, and when there were more guards beside the Mist Spirit Lord, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist, can you say that?" said the Mist Spirit Lord in a low voice, "That big tomb is quite important to my spirit clan, and I can't hide it, I have repeatedly calculated that there may be an opportunity for me to become enlightened in that tomb." ”

"Oh?" Yang Jian thought about it, but chuckled lightly in his heart.

Listen to Yang Jian's words: "Did the spirit master suddenly go to that place on a whim when he was practicing by chance?"

"It's not a whim, but I've been inspired by the rules of the saints," the Mist Spirit Lord sighed softly, "What's wrong with the entrance?"

"Spirit Lord, please come with your ears. ”

"Bold!" the choppy female guard rebuked softly, "Your Excellency is uneasy and kind?"

The Mist Spirit Lord also frowned slightly, and there was a little more hesitation in his eyes.

Yang Jian stood up calmly, not the slightest anger, but chuckled.

"If you say I have bad intentions, then I have bad intentions. ”

When the words fell, Ao Xinke's hands flipped over, and waves of water suddenly appeared everywhere in the hall, turning into a simple but stable array in a blink of an eye.

Like a water balloon with a diameter of hundreds of feet, trapping them directly in it.

But what is faster than Ao Xinke's flipping action is Yang Jian's figure rushing forward!

The body is like an arrow off the string, and the floating shadow changes the light!

Yang Jian already held the three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand, and the tip of the gun was pointed obliquely, wanting to seal his throat!

The guards changed color, but their movements at this time were so soft and weak compared to Yang Jian's ferocity.

Although the Mist Spirit Lord's eyes were calm, as if he had expected this, he could only barely form a magic seal with his hands when Yang Jian rushed in front of her.

A touch of Dao rhyme flowed, and Yang Jian's spear stabbed forward, directly penetrating the figure of the Fog Spirit Lord, but he didn't feel the slightest touch of the entity at all......

Misty Spirits!

Among the guards, suddenly there were two old-looking female guards, one was the peak of Da Luo, and the other was a real quasi-saint realm, and together with the turbulent female guard, they pounced on Yang Jian!

Ao Xinke quickly strengthened the large array, a little killing intent crossed Yang Jian's eyes, and the spear in his hand suddenly turned into a thousand, launching a fierce attack on the delicate body of the Mist Spirit Lord that seemed to be not an entity!

The soft couch was shattered, the high platform collapsed, and the large array that Ao Xinke had worked so hard to build was affected by the shadow of the gun, and it was almost broken directly.

Yang Jian frowned, looking at the mist spirit lord in front of him who was sneering at him, who was unharmed.

Is this a phantom?

No, she is indeed standing in front of her, Yang Jian is sure of this.

It must be that her own supernatural powers are too rebellious, and she is not even able to resist her own attack......

Although Yang Jian was surprised in his heart, he still forcibly shot and didn't stop, and two of the three figures had already pounced!

Yang Jian didn't even look at them!

A quasi-holy realm Mist Spirit Clan guard slapped out his palms, mixed with brilliant spiritual power, wanting to push Yang Jian away directly;

The guard leader held the short blade with both hands, and directly attacked Yang Jian's neck and back, and the short blade in his hand was also an innate spirit treasure, and it was extremely sharp, but it was a pity......

Bang!

The former is the sound of the wind slapping, and the latter is the sound of the blade.

At this moment, the main hall fell silent inexplicably, and the fog spirit lord's eyes were slightly shocked, and the two people who touched Yang Jian's figure with their palms and knives were even more caught off guard and dumbfounded.

Indestructible, steady as a mountain!

Yang Jian's body shook suddenly, and the Xuan Qi burst out, and the two figures on the left and right were directly shocked and fell backwards.

The turbulent female guard stared at Yang Jian's neck with her eyes, and found that she hadn't even left a single white mark......

"Who are you?"

The Mist Spirit Lord scolded, and his slender and delicate body was a little twisted, and he retreated sharply like smoke.

How can Yang Jian make the duck fly away from his beak?

He took two steps forward, the dragon walked and snatched the dragon snake, and the spear threw out the Dao Gun Shadow, and the gun shadow continued to penetrate the body of the Mist Spirit Lord one after another!

Yang Jian really doesn't believe that there are truly invincible supernatural powers in this world, she must have a limit to bear like this!

"Take them down!"

"Protect the Spirit Lord!"

There was a noisy shout behind him, and one after another rushed into the main hall.

Ao Xinke's hand connected the seal, the monstrous flood raged out, a huge wall of water slapped towards the temple gate, and the figures smashed along the road flashed, and the scolding continued.

The spear in Yang Jian's hand did not stop, and the fog spirit master was already injured, and he couldn't do it at this time if he wanted to escape, so he was constantly chased and beaten by Yang Jian.

The main guards of the fog spirit in the formation pounced again, trying to stop Yang Jian's footsteps one by one, but they were injured by Yang Jian's injuries and repulsed.

Except for three or four of them, the other guards couldn't resist the power of Yang Jian's spear shadow at all.

"Who the hell are you?"

The Mist Spirit Lord scolded angrily, and the two crystal stone pillars behind him were slowly collapsing, but they were affected by Yang Jian's spear shadow too many times.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he didn't answer, just a rush to attack.

The meaning of the fog spirit is probably that the body is like a fog and has no substance, or can it only maintain a state of 'fog spirit' for a certain period of time?

Yang Jian was not very familiar with this place, and he didn't know anything about the four spirit masters, so he had already taken a lot of risks at this time.

Of course, he also has this self-confidence, and he can take his wife out at any time.

"It's hateful!"

The Mist Spirit Lord had obviously endured to the limit, and she was beaten by Yang Jian, which was also a great insult to her.

The cherry mouth opened suddenly, and the mist spirit lord resisted Yang Jian's gunshot, and his body turned into a stream of aqua blue mist in an instant, with only a roughly humanoid outline.

That stunning pretty face, that reverie-inducing figure, are all hazy at the moment.

The position of her eyes shone with a brilliant blue brilliance, and her body was expanding rapidly, turning into a ten-zhang tall 'Mist Spirit Giant' in the blink of an eye, holding a blue sword in her hand, and slashing directly at Yang Jian!

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, and the spear was flirting!

With a bang, the sword several zhang long was thrown directly, and the fog spirit lord who endured the pain and forcibly urged the supernatural power let out a roar, and his eyes were surging with boundless anger!

"Husband, a large number of masters are coming!"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, he had already sensed that countless figures were rushing towards the Mist Spirit Palace, but looking at the Mist Spirit Lord in front of him who was rapidly shrinking again, he was a little reluctant to miss such an opportunity.

The figure of the Mist Spirit Lord tried to retreat sharply again, but Yang Jian had already deceived forward, and a wisp of divine consciousness continued to wander in the Xuan Tortoise Belt, trying to find some treasures to restrain this guy.

"Hmph! What can you do to me! I will definitely arrest you alive today and torture you severely!"

Such cruel words are really a bit of a suspicion of being strong from the outside.

Yang Jian's Lingtai was a flash of inspiration......

Torture, torture...... It seems that he really has a treasure on him, which may be able to pose some threat to the Mist Spirit Lord.

At the gate of the hall, two figures rushed towards them extremely quickly, but they were two of the ten alien generals who had just left, both of whom were in the quasi-saint realm.

A sharp roar came from the mouth of the Mist Spirit Lord, as if urging them to blast through the large array arranged by Ao Xinke, but this roar was less than halfway through, and suddenly turned into a cry full of fear.

Suddenly bowing her head, the Mist Spirit Lord looked at the golden square cylinder that appeared at her feet at some point, and had already engulfed half of her calf, with a look of trepidation!

"Don't!

Yang Jian's hands shot out a stream of mysterious energy, and the golden square cylinder shone brightly, like a big mouth, engulfing the fog spirit lord in one gulp.

Solved?

Yang Jian was a little incredible, and under the stunned gaze of the three figures who rushed to the side, he picked up the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket forward and stuffed it into the Xuan Turtle Belt.

It is worthy of being the first toilet in the desolate world!

It's good that I forgot to go to the bottom of the Qilin Cliff in Kunlun Mountain to return it to Yunxiao......

"Gone!"

Yang Jian greeted, stepped across Qiankun in two steps, grabbed Ao Xinke's waist, and then the two of them rose into the sky, directly shattering the roof of the Mist Spirit Palace, and killing into the sky. 2k reading web