In just an instant, Yang Jian restrained this miasma old way, and did not give the other party a chance to backhand.

That wisp of gray miasma stopped when it was about to burrow into the forehead of this old man, and was dragged by Yang Jian with Xuan Qi, just like a poisonous snake that chose people to devour, the frightened old man didn't dare to move.

"Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives, spare their lives. ”

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and at this time the victory was in his hands.

Directly sealed the old Dao everywhere with Xuan Qi, and then used Xuan Gang as a sword to pierce all over its body, this old Dao didn't feel pain, but it soon withered, and it was like a rag in Yang Jian's hands.

"Hand over all the treasures on your body. ”

Yang Jian shook the old Dao in front of him, this old Dao smiled miserably, a little bit of light appeared on his body, and Yang Jian's sleeves waved, and all of them were swept into the storage magic weapon.

The harvest is very rewarding.

The Thunder Fan and the Soul Slayer Sword alone had already made Yang Jian's trip worthwhile, but these magic weapons were not the main event, most of them were left by the monks who were lost here, not the treasure of the Xuan Turtle.

Yang Jian inquired again, and the origin of these treasures was similar to what he had guessed.

That old Dao was restrained by Yang Jian, his life was in danger, and he had no integrity at all; at this time, he didn't dare to hide anything, just hoping to have a glimmer of life.

In terms of mind and strategy, this old way has been quite confident since the birth of the Divine Sense—surrounded by some uncivilized miasma, and it makes sense to have this kind of self-confidence.

This old Dao Yin has killed many monks who have come here, and for endless years, he has intercepted many treasures.

But these monks who can be killed by this old way, how many real masters are there? The treasures left behind are nothing, and Yang Jian has nothing to look at. The thunder fan and more than a dozen other powerful magic weapons and spiritual treasures have another origin.

"Your Excellency, look at this miasma lake. ”

"Miasma Lake?" Yang Jian heard this and looked at the gray road ahead.

"I really didn't deceive my lord, this miasma lake is the blood of the turtle essence is transformed by resentment and filth, everything can be transformed, I see how many people have broken into this, and it turned into a puddle of pus in an instant. ”

Yang Jian frowned and asked, "What's in the lake?"

"Naturally, it is the burial place of the Xuangui Ancestor," Lao Dao laughed miserably, "If the adults can not kill me, I am willing to tell everything I know." ”

Yang Jian said: "It's not easy to read your wisdom, so let's self-destruct." ”

This old man looked a little embarrassed, and he was hesitant and hesitant, and he wondered if he could bargain with Yang Jian again.

Yang Jian was decisive, and directly slapped the wisp of gray-white miasma on his forehead.

"Destroy, I destroy, spare my life, spare my life!"

Yang Jian's movements paused slightly, but his momentum did not retract, and the miasma spirit old Taoist sighed, today he was going to fold in Yang Jian's hands, and he didn't dare to struggle anymore, and his body emitted five-colored points of light like fine sand.

While destroying his own Taoism, he said to Yang Jian all kinds of miracles in the world of this tomb in order to survive.

"Say it quickly," Yang Jian frowned and urged, a little impatient.

This old Taoist speech was stagnant, and the clay figure was still a little earthy, but the situation was pressing, so he had to answer Yang Jian's question as concisely as possible.

Gradually, Yang Jian's gaze looked at the Miasma Lake in front of him.

The poison of the Miasma Lake has reached the extreme in this world, and it has become a poisonous path of its own, and it can even smelt the path cultivated by monks, which is strange and inexplicable.

The man in white, the war general Baal, and this miasma old Dao are actually all clouds of five-colored miasma to gain the Tao, and they have opened up their spiritual wisdom, which cannot be compared with the gray-white miasma.

Miasma is not the source of good luck, so the three of them have their own shortcomings, and among them, they first transformed into a form with the old way, and even coaxed and deceived the other two miasma spirits as disciples......

Why does Yang Jian think that this is a satire on something in ancient times?

If you can't cross the miasma lake, you won't be able to see the real spirit of the turtle, let alone take away the treasure left by the turtle.

What is Chongbao?

The blood of the turtle, the essence of the turtle body, the peerless medicine that grew from the endless years of the turtle's corpse!

For Yang Jian, these are supreme treasures, and they are great supplements for his cultivation.

But the miasma lake in front of you......

He first wrapped an ordinary magic weapon with Xuan Qi and Xuan Gang and threw it into the Miasma Lake.

Wisps of gray-white miasma were like living creatures, directly entangling the magic weapon, and the Xuan Qi and Xuan Gang that Yang Jian was proud of turned into curling green smoke in the blink of an eye, and they were directly eliminated, and I don't know where they went.

You can't break in, you need to outwit.

"What's the way to do it?"

"It's over, it's not over," Lao Dao was already a little weak at this time, and his body was also translucent, obviously he had scattered most of his cultivation, and he couldn't pose any threat to Yang Jian.

"My lord, my life is in your hands now, you just listen to me," Lao Dao was afraid that Yang Jian would rush into the miasma lake with him, so he hurriedly persuaded: "This miasma lake can't be broken, can't be broken, how many years, I have watched so many foreign monks who are stronger than adults turn into green smoke." You see, these treasures are all waiting by the lake, waiting for these treasures to float slowly. Their original owners, there are no dead scum left!"

Treasure?

Yang Jian's gaze fell on the thunder fan, and he kept planning.

Yang Jian said: "You mean, the original owners of these treasures all died in the Miasma Lake, but they floated to the border intact and were picked up by you?"

"Hey, the treasures in this miasma lake, which is what you call miasma, although it is claimed to melt all things, but the materials of these treasures are helpless in the miasma lake. ”

Yang Jian nodded, motioning for the old way to continue.

"If the miasma lake can't be melted, it will be squeezed out little by little, and the miasma lake is originally transformed by the essence and blood of the turtle, and it does not tolerate impurities and filth. Lao Dao replied cautiously, secretly looking at Yang Jian's face.

Sure enough, as expected by this old way, Yang Jian seemed to have gained, and a divine light appeared in his eyes.

This old Taoist sneered in his heart, but he was still extremely respectful on the surface, and continued to set Yang Jian.

Following the train of thought given by the old way, Yang Jian must be thinking at this time that it would be a good way to use a few treasures such as a thunder fan to support himself and rush through this miasma lake in one go.

The master of the demon clan may be killed at any time, Yang Jian did not dare to hesitate for too long, his heart was ruthless, his feet stomped, he took a deep breath, and his face was solemn...... Directly pinched the old Dao in front of him into a thumb-sized bead, stuffed it on a spirit treasure gourd, and threw it towards the Miasma Lake with all his might.

Lao Dao came back to his senses in the gourd, and finally couldn't help but scold:

"You goddamn bastard!"

With a pop, the gourd smashed into the miasma lake, and was immediately entangled by wisps of gray and white miasma, constantly rising and falling.

The old man's shouts carried endless fear, constantly shouting for mercy, but Yang Jian was unmoved, just quietly observing.

After only half a cup of tea, Yang Jian finally raised his hand, and a small vortex appeared in his palm, which accurately sucked the gourd back and dispersed the miasma attached to it.

Open the gourd stopper and pour out the orb inside.

The orb quickly absorbed streams of five-colored poisonous miasma, and turned into the appearance of the old way, but this time it was only two feet high.

This old man pointed at Yang Jian, and he was angry for a while, but he didn't dare to scold anything anymore.

Yang Jian's heart was settled, and he laughed a little embarrassedly, and said, "In this way, you can also cross this lake." ”

The old way should bow his head, and the curses and slanders in his heart will not be mentioned for the time being.

Yang Jian did not let go of this old way easily, he threw this old way back to the main hall, and asked this old way to bury the bones of the monks in this hall before he came back.

In any case, the dead are gone, and these bones should not be used to set up evil formations.

What's more, many of the monks who came here came with the purpose of rescuing the misfortune of Beiju Luzhou, but they died before the Miasma Lake, and they walked in vain.

Yang Jian didn't think he had too many noble sentiments, he came here to get treasures, and this move was just a casual move.

In that miasma spirit old road, he has scavenged several spiritual treasures and nearly ten magic weapons that are expected to advance spiritual treasures, and this trip has been very fruitful.

After wandering in front of the Miasma Lake for a long time, Yang Jian chose an area, took out the Spirit Treasure Gourd he used before, repeatedly practiced it with Xuan Qi, and threw it into the Miasma Lake to keep trying, and finally determined that as long as he hid in the gourd, he was not afraid of those miasma that could corrode all things.

The function of the spirit treasure is really wonderful.

Performing the Three Lives Biluo Technique, Yang Jian turned into a fake body, holding the gourd, and made his body smaller, burrowed into the gourd, and carefully plugged the mouth of the gourd.

Why, there is an illusion that I suddenly want to refine myself.

Delusion, it must be an illusion.

This fake body poured all its Xuan Qi into this gourd and threw it at the Miasma Lake!

Yang Jian hid in the gourd and felt a cold chill, but it was not damaged.

When he noticed that the gourd was beginning to slow down and there were wisps of gray-white miasma around it, he kicked the gourd open and slapped it outward.

The gourd butt is in front and the gourd mouth is in the back, and at this time, the gourd mouth continues to spew out streams of mysterious qi, pushing the gourd to accelerate again......

These spews of Xuan Qi also blew away the miasma at the mouth of the gourd, so that the miasma could not burrow into the gourd.

Everything!

I don't know how deep this miasma lake is, but as long as Yang Jian's Xuan Qi continues to blast out, this gourd can always travel through the miasma lake.

Yang Jianzheng was a little complacent, feeling that the difficult things in the world were nothing more than Erer, and suddenly heard a chuckle ringing in his ears, and his heart trembled, the gourd had been caught in his hand!

A pleasant and ethereal voice sounded outside, and at the same time, the mouth of the gourd was 'ruthlessly' sealed.

"It's a shame that you can come up with such attention, hey, it's really the little nephew who is second only to me in intelligence. ”

Yang Jian's forehead was suddenly covered with black lines, and the bitter smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

Lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot, I never thought that someone would directly pick it up, and I really didn't struggle at all.

Who can ignore the miasma of the lake of annihilation?

That 'teacher and nephew' really contained too much information.

......

Nanzhou, Chaoge City.

At this time, the city was empty, and countless people gathered on both sides of the avenue, either kneeling or bowing, and all the people were respectful.

On the gorgeous car, the heroic young emperor had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked at the horizon in the distance.

According to the custom, it is time to worship the Virgin Nuwa Niangniang of the human race.

And this time, the emperor personally traveled, and the number of rituals was quite heavy.