Chapter 596: Xuandu was injured

　　 It seems that the frozen Chaos Sea was propped up by that high wall, and the sky was misty and the earth misty.
Stepping on it is like cotton wool, as if the world and the years have been condensed in this place; when you look up, you will see the ‘sky’ but it’s just above your head, as if it will be pressed down at any time.
The root cause of such a beautiful scene is that dark high wall.
It stands at the end of this world full of human shadows, and it is surrounded by a colorful wall of light, which cuts off all the means of exploration-divine consciousness, supernatural power, and gaze, and it is impossible to see through it.
It was a magnificent formation that Yang Jian had never seen before, resisting the continuous bombardment in front, and from time to time hurricanes and skyfires would blow out, steaming and burning the crowded spirit race in front.
If you look carefully, there are still many precious lights flashing in the big formation, which makes the masters in the spirit tribe army fall from time to time.
There are not too many shouts of killing, fear, despair, and madness; the battle here seems to have never stopped from ancient times to the present, and those spirit races that continue to turn into powder are really like cannon fodder, without any effect.
A steady stream of spirit tribes rushed into the battlefield, constantly taking over the vacancies ahead, and flocking to the dark city wall...
The dozen or so big Luo Jinmon who had been in search of the chaos kept saying something, seeming to be stunned by this scene, and hesitated to join the war.
"My fellow daoists, please go here. The situation is stalemate. Let's hurry up."
The Spirit Race Da Luo who was in charge of receiving them said in a low voice, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke directly followed. The more than a dozen Da Luo Jin monsters discussed for a while, it seemed that they didn’t want to lose to these two Primordial Human Races, and they joined together. Row.
"Please also lead the way."
"When you see Lord Spirit Lord, please be more courteous."
The alien raced Luo smiled and exhorted, leading them to fly towards the battle ahead.
At first glance this place, the endless world is densely packed with endless alien figures, whose scale is dozens of times larger than that of the millions of monks fighting in the great world.
But carefully distinguished, you can see that the vast number of spirit race creatures are actually isolated from each other according to the four areas, and they have been arranged into a large array similar to the four elephants, and the large array is also squeezing the walls of the city at all times...
Yang Jian sighed in a low voice.
"Husband, what's the matter?" Ao Xinke said with concern.
Yang Jian sighed: "When I think of fighting with them for thousands of years, maybe I have to kill endless creatures with my own hands. I can't bear it for a while."
Ao Xinke nodded lightly, besides holding Yang Jian's arm and leaning against Yang Jian, she didn't know how to comfort her.
At this moment, a noise like a crow came from behind the two.
"Oh, two human little guys, if you're afraid, go back to the prehistoric practice! This is not a realm where you can get bored! Ashamed!"
Yang Jian glanced across his eyebrows, his gaze swept over the still handsome face of the Golden Demon Luo.
Without saying a word, Yang Jian just moved a little bit of murderous intent in his heart, the flying figure of the big Luo Jin demon suddenly stopped, his whole body was with a phantom of color feathers, his forehead was actually full of cold sweat.
"Be careful when you speak, I don't want to remove the demon guard now."
Yang Jian said lightly, and then walked forward with Ao Xinke.
Just as the other big Luo Jin demon was about to rant and scold him, the big Luo Jin demon hurriedly stopped the brothers from giving him a chance.
"No, no..."
This is a golden rooster who became a spirit, cultivated as a big Luo in ancient times, because he was dissatisfied with the arrogance of certain demon clan officials in the ancient heaven, and entered the chaos with his friends, and never returned to the predicament.
The golden rooster's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Don't offend him! Believe me, this person shouldn't be offended."
Several big Luo Jin demon frowned, but a few big Luo Jin demon showed thoughts.
A demon whispered: "The golden rooster's spiritual consciousness is a gifted gift, and it has avoided many calamities for us. Don't believe it."
"This little human...what's the background of the little monk? Why haven't we heard of it before?"
"I'm afraid it's a ruthless man who has gained the Tao recently, and I don't know which ancient and powerful disciple is. We haven't returned to the ancient times for a long time, and we can get very little information. We will find out his details after a trial later."
The Golden Rooster couldn't help but remember the look in Yang Jian's eyes before, and his Adam's apple trembled, "Anyway, don't try."
In front of him, which alien da Luo kept all this in sight, and his attitude towards Yang Jian was a little more respectful, turning his head and shouting: "Friends, please hurry up."
The ten-odd Luo Jin demon followed from a distance, but did not get close to Yang Jian and Ao Xinke.
Fortunately, they flew for a while, and they merged with other Da Luo Jinxian who had just come from the fog world. The total number was over a hundred, and they gathered into a torrent of masters that could not be ignored, and flew to a huge palace near the front line. .
This palace is actually an innate spirit treasure!
Yang Jian was a little surprised, how much material must be consumed to refine such a magnificent Innate Lingbao, and how long will it take to advance to the Innate Lingbao?
Those are unknown.
In front of the temple, there are two characters-Wuling, and there are a group of coolly dressed spiritual women greeted by the door. In Yang Jian and Ao Xinke's eyes, they are all beautiful women with exotic customs, but their cultivation is not bad, Jin There are more than ten big Luo among them.
Obviously, all the masters in the Wuling Palace have been sent to attack Xuandu City, and there are definitely more than this guard here on weekdays.
The ten aliens who had led Baiduuo Daluo to bow to the main hall, then turned and left.
Among the guards of these Wuling Lords, the alien woman with the highest cultivation level moved forward and performed two kinds of rituals to the Baiduuo Luo in front of her.
One is the bowing ceremony often made by the prevalent women, which is elegant and dignified; the other is the bowing ceremony commonly used by alien spirit races with their hands folded over their chests...
Even though the waves are turbulent, but not showing the slightest is also a good skill.
"Thank you all for helping. The remains of Xuandu City should have been shared by the creatures of Chaos Sea. We will definitely be able to open up the great formation of Xuandu City this time!"
The foreign woman said sonorously and powerfully, but it is a pity that the Da Luo monks in front of them did not respond.
Most of these lords were born in prehistoric times, and most of them had participated in such battles more than once. At this time, they were very calm, with no fluctuations in their eyes.
"Friends, please," the woman bowed and made a please gesture, and the crowd entered the hall.
The main hall resembles a dragon crystal palace, magnificent and luxurious.
Stepping on the ground paved with luminous colors and spar, and admiring the crystal pillars that are like ice ridges but with a certain natural beauty, Bai Duo Da Luo walked into the depths of the main hall step by step.
There was a man curtain in the deepest place, and more than a dozen spirit clan generals with fierce aura stood there waiting, and some of them looked worried.
Obviously, this is the subordinate of Wu Lingzhu, waiting for the ‘distribution’ of reinforcements here.
Yang Jian said to Ao Xinke: "Do you want to serve them in one pot?"
"Husband, among them there are seven or eight quasi-sages. I can't see through two strengths, so be careful."
Yang Jian nodded, "That's right, we haven't played against the Spirit Race, and I don't know what they are capable of. I was thinking, it's better to treat their wounds and bones once, and it won't take tens of thousands of years. We can also be more comfortable."
Ao Xinke chuckled lightly, leaning against Yang Jian, "You have the final say, if there is no strong enemy, don't throw me in your belt."
After coming out of the wild, her temperament seems to have changed a little.
Yang Jian nodded with a smile, stood still, mixed with Ao Xinke among the masters, standing in the relatively front corner.
After the curtain that covered the prying eyes of the divine sense, a slender body could faintly be seen rising from the soft couch, and slowly bowing to the bottom, doing a chest-covering ceremony of the spirit race.
I just don’t know if this fog spirit master is equally turbulent but not revealing...
A touch of quasi-sacred realm rhyme flowed away, and this rhyme made Yang Jian's heart suddenly put away his contempt.
This Wu Ling master is afraid that his cultivation is not shallow, but he is considered a half-strong enemy.
Ao Xinke immediately told Yang Jian, "She was injured, and the injury was serious. Daoji was even slightly damaged. There seems to be an insoluble yin and yang force in her body."
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows suddenly.
The power of yin and yang? Could it be that Master Xuandu returned to Xuandu City in time and wounded the four spirit masters?
Then I heard the weak voice of Wuling Lord:
"Thank you fellow daoists for coming to help. Now the situation is urgent. I and the other three spirit masters have shot at the same time and wounded the defenders of Xuandu City. This is an unprecedented opportunity."
Many Luo who came to help were shocked.
Yang Jian frowned slightly...Are the other three spirit masters strong? Can Ping Wu Lingzhu hurt the master of Xuandu?
Or maybe, the master was seriously injured when he killed Qianhong?
Yes!
When it was to kill Qianhong, the Great Master of Xuandu turned into a black and white double shadow, arranged the peerless fierce formation, and gathered the power of the Six Saints and several masters to'trap' Qianhong.
And the inexplicable and powerful axe he hit, before smashing Qianhong, must first shatter the formation set by Xuandu!
It's also possible that Xuan Du was defeated by the formation!
Yang Jian frowned. Fortunately, they didn't come too late. Otherwise, Master Xuandu might really have something to happen.
But the matter has come to this point, Yang Jian has to fight the Wuling Spirit Master and the prehistoric monks and chaotic creatures present today.
Yang Jian pulled Ao Xinke's wrist, the latter seemed to have mind-reading skills, and knew what Yang Jian was going to do at this time.
Before Yang Jian could speak, Ao Xinke had already let go of her aura, Sushui Taixuan Daoyun slowly spread, and there seemed to be a rushing stream in the hall.
"Oh?" The Wuling Lord's voice was a bit of surprise, "Unexpectedly, there are such masters coming to help out today, and I would like to invite these...two to come forward. Come, bring your seat~ EbookFREE.me~ As soon as Ao Xinke’s quasi-sacred path rhyme appeared, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke suddenly stood like a flock of chickens. The surrounding Daluo, whether he was born in a predecessor or a chaotic native, subconsciously retreated, and his faces were full of guard.
Yang Jian bowed his hand to the Wuling Lord, and was snuggled by Ao Xinke, stepping out of the crowd, reaching under the high platform and in front of the curtains, and took his seat safely.
At this time, the dozen or so big Luo Jin monsters almost popped out, and the golden rooster patted his chest and whispered: "It really is like this, I feel right, these two people really can't provoke."
"Hmph, I thought this kid was a tough guy, but I didn't expect it to be a doll of that woman."
"Quiet, silence, it's just a sound transmission, don't be careless, who knows what this woman is capable of."
Sure enough, Ao Xinke turned to look at the big golden demon who just said Yang Jian, with a little anger in her beautiful eyes, the latter turned pale and quickly bowed her head.
The strong are always strong, and the strong are more deterrent in an almost disordered environment like chaos.
Wu Ling said directly: "The two must have other conditions. It's better to say quickly, the front is tight, and there is a shortage of two such masters to help out."
"There is indeed a condition," Yang Jian nodded, and wanted to say domineeringly, "I borrow your head for a use," but when it came to his lips, it became, "Do you still refuse to meet fellow Daoists?"
Wuling Lord laughed, "I was negligent."
After speaking, the curtain slowly opened to the sides, and the whole hall seemed to be much brighter in an instant.