Chapter 216: Xuangui's hatred, open the sky and secret

"kill!"
"Baal stand him!"
The blood-clothed warlord roared loudly, Xianfeng Lao Dao hurriedly backed away, and Yang Jian, dressed in a star suit, was like a who descended from the sky, and was completely unable to fight these two refined miasma spirits.
Originally, Yang Jian thought that this old miasma had some supernatural powers and powerful methods, and beware of it when he did it. The shot was a thunderbolt and he used all his strength.
But Xuan Gang, under the blessing of the power of the stars, easily pushed the veteran miasma spirit into his head... When he saw this scene, Yang Jian couldn't help being stunned.
The three miasma he encountered one after another who already had relatively complete intelligence-among the white-clothed man, the warlord Baal, and the miasma spirit, it was the Baal who had the strongest strength. This old way was a little ignorant. As soon as he moved his hands, he was beaten by Yang Jian.
Dare to love, this is also a stick in the miasma world!
The warlord Ba Li was loyal to the old ways of the Pleiades, and rushed forward desperately, but his figure was vacant by Yang Jian, but he still moved forward bravely.
The Pleiadian old Taoist sacrificed various magic weapons, and Thunder Fan was only one of them. Only in a short time, Yang Jian saw six or seven acquired spiritual treasures, and his eyes glowed even more.
This miasma spirit retreated and fought, and shot Yang Jian streamers, but these streamers hit Yang Jian's star suit, as if they were tickling Yang Jian.
Not to mention blocking Yang Jian's footsteps, he couldn't even stagger Yang Jian!
Don't get me wrong, it's not that Yang Jian is too strong at this time, Yang Jian, who is protected by a star suit, is not as strong as he was wearing a silver scale battle armor.
It is purely that the magical powers of this miasma are too weak.
What caught Yang Jian the most by surprise was that the thunder fan was in the hands of the old Taoist for some reason, and could not provoke much power of the thunder. He waved at Yang Jian, and a small lightning struck Yang Jian's head, exploding two hairs. Just give up.
Perhaps it was because this old way was transformed by a miasma spirit, thunder law contained a mighty righteousness, and the spirits born out of such filth could not be imprisoned.
Save the treasure from dust!
Yang Jian was determined to kill the old miasma first, and kept Baal flying away, consuming his combat power, forcing the old miasma to retreat.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Jian is driving the old miasma spirit towards the gray sea of ​​miasma.
How treacherous is a miasma? How can I not discover Yang Jian's plan?
However, with the old-fashioned combat power, it was barely comparable to the white-clothed Miasma that Yang Jian had fought before. It was a real flowery, empty of a treasure and could not show any power, and could not parry the aggressive Yang Jian.
"Baal! Kill him!" the old man yelled in a stern tone.
"Yes! Master!" Ba Li was already a little distracted, as if he would be shot apart by Yang Jian at any time, but he still rushed towards Yang Jian with the pair of blood mace.
"It's ridiculous," Yang Jian said coldly, his eyes flashed murderously, and the mountain axe suddenly filled with Dao rhyme.
Open the rhyme of heaven!
Yang Jian couldn't control this Taoist rhyme at all. When it came and when it appeared, it all depended on the mood and sentiment of defending the enemy.
Yang Jian raised the mountain axe obliquely, and stunned Baal to split the sky-opening style, and saw an incomparably bright brilliance flashed away, transforming from brilliance to invisible and colorless, but its power was better than ever.
Silently, Ba Li's body turned into a puff of light and was blown away by the wind; behind Ba Li, the invisible gray sea of ​​miasma also broke a long ‘gully’.
It's too easy to win.
Yang Jian put away the mountain-opening axe, because at this time his energy and spirit had been emptied for most, and there was a emptiness and weakness everywhere in his body, and he could barely use a pointed spear.
The miasma stared at it directly.
Although Yang Jian was anxious to kill the miasma, he had a countermeasure in his heart when he saw this, and said sternly, "How do you want to die?"
"Lord, Lord, spare our lives! We have eyes but don't know Mount Tai! Please spare! Give your life!"
The Pleiades old Dao suddenly shouted and knelt down to Yang Jian Xukong, his body trembling like chaff.
But Yang Jian didn't really believe in the actions of the miasma. He didn't move forward. He took the opportunity to regain some strength, and said: "Hand over all the treasures in your body, and answer my one or two questions. I won't kill you today."
This old miasma really changed his face faster than turning a book. At this time, he was crying and shouted to Yang Jian: "Please see, my lord, that the creatures transformed by the miasma are not easy to cultivate. Forgive me this time!"
"Humph! Will you say it again when I do?"
Yang Jian's eyes were cold, Mia Ling's body trembled, and he immediately squatted on the ground, with streamers flying out of his body.
There are as many as a dozen Dao!
Yang Jian's gaze fell on the thunder fan. Among these treasures, this fan was the one that caught Yang Jian the most. This old way also knows the preciousness of Lei Fan, and he deliberately used it to show it off before trying to induce Yang Jian to jump into the hole.
As a result, Yang Jian not only jumped into the pit, but also lay down comfortably in the pit...
"You're still acquainted," Yang Jian wrapped these more than a dozen treasures in profound energy, raised his brows, and the thoughts in his eyes flashed.
This old way is really hard to deal with, and treacherous can't lose to those old people of the human race.
Yang Jian made up his mind to do the trick, with a satisfied smile on his mouth, some ‘can’t wait’ to play with the Thunder Fan in his hands, carefully refining, as if he had not discovered the gray miasma like hair on the Thunder Fan.
The old man watched carefully and stared at Yang Jian's work carefully. When he saw the gray miasma entangled on Yang Jian's wrist, the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a slight smile.
Do the calculations work?
Since it is impossible to be so casual.
Yang Jian's body was ‘stiff’ there, his complexion changed drastically, he threw the Thunder Fan directly down, and looked at his wrist with ‘amazed’ expression...
"Hahahaha! You foreign spirits, ignorant creatures with pride!"
This veteran rose up, not at all saddened by Baal's death.
These three near-perfect Miasma spirits, the man in white, flirty and cheerful, without any city, are considered the most ‘green’;
The battle commander Baal is the strongest, and he can draw a tie with Yang Jian who does not borrow the power of the stars, but he is somewhat ‘dumbly loyal’;
This old way is treacherous and cunning. It does everything to achieve the goal. It can be considered a little clever by reluctance...
If you change to other monks, you might have really suffered this old calculation today.
It's a pity that the old way is facing Yang Jian, careful and cautious and courageous. This somewhat contradictory trait has been perfectly integrated in Yang Jian.
The old way came forward and sneered at Yang Jian.
The wisp of off-white miasma entering the body must be destroying the inside of the person's Taoist body. At this time, it should have moved and could not move.
"You know, how long does it take me to cultivate a Baal?" Lao Dao walked up to Yang Jian, holding a blood-colored peach wood sword in his hand, and gestured to Yang Jian's chest, as if looking for a suitable place to pierce Yang Jian's chest.
Yang Jian stood there quietly, motionless, but his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Hmph, no need to struggle! This is the supreme treasure, transformed by the blood of the ancestor Xuangui! Everything can be corroded!" The old Dao's face was proud, "What seems to be the layout around this big tomb. Set by an unbelievable character, but over the years, it has been eroded by this supreme treasure and penetrated into the surrounding world. How do you feel it? The resentment of the ancestor Xuangui, the hatred of the ancestor Xuangui!"
Yang Jian continued to remain silent, but the old Dao seemed to be suddenly crazy, roaring there:
"Why kill it! Kill it for no reason! It does not owe the cause and effect of this world! When Pangu opened up the world, it still relied on its gem to anchor the northern gods and demons! This world owes it!"
"Hahahaha! How ignorant creatures, creatures, primitive creatures are! In the end, Pangu's will is obliterated, and it will also be obliterated?"
The old way burst into tears, carrying a blood sword, his hair scattered, and his head up screaming: "Why kill it, why! The way of heaven is not fair, the way is not! The way of heaven is not fair! The way is not! No way!"
The way of heaven is not fair, and the road is not sound.
When Yang Jian heard this, he had a general conclusion in his mind.
The root of these miasma ~EbookFREE.me~ is actually the resentment left by the mysterious turtle; this old way is also a ray of miasma, although it is incomplete and not smart, but it inherits that resentment.
Xuangui's hatred was the work of a saint in ancient times. Yang Jian didn't know it, and he didn't dare to comment on it.
Moreover, he had an appointment with Huangdi Xuanyuan beforehand. If this trip is possible, he will try to resolve the source of the miasma in Beizhou...
Now it seems that it is really harder than reaching the sky.
Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand, without warning, that old miasma spirit was a little lost, and Yang Jian directly grabbed his throat.
Old Tao was stunned.
"you you!"
Yang Jian didn’t answer, his left hand grasped the old Dao’s neck; he raised his right hand again, the palm of his right hand had a cloud of profound energy slowly'stretching' away, and the gray and white energy wrapped in the profound energy, like a spiritual snake, moved towards The old way flies away.
The old Dao's face suddenly became distorted, his throat made a "ho ho" voice, and his eyes were filled with amazement.