Chapter 607: Finding the orb in the tomb of the saint

　　 A pit was dug under the city wall of Xuandu City, and Yang Jian buried these whole pieces of immortal bodies in it, and it was also considered that these quasi-sage masters would leave some skin.
With six spiritual cores shining with various auras in his hand, Yang Jian could feel the abundance of abnormal spiritual power in this spiritual core, but he did not make full use of these spiritual cores at this time, so he could only temporarily put them away.
Compared with the spiritual cores left by the chaotic beasts of the same strength, the spiritual cores left by these chaotic creatures with a humanoid body are more pure, and the spiritual power contained in them is not mottled and seems to be easier to use.
Are there any chaotic spirit races who practice by devouring these spiritual cores?
Yang Jian couldn't help but remember that he had seen Kunpeng trap and kill Quasi-Saint, it seemed that he was also taking the path of devouring others and strengthening himself.
The spiritual core left by the strong in such a chaotic creature should be of great use.
The families of these seven quasi-sages are divided into different categories and placed in the same way as the Taoist collection given by the saint Lao Tzu for future use.
Yang Jian couldn't help feeling the ‘richness’ of the prehistoric overhaul, but the accumulation of the quasi-sage from the prehistoric origin was several times richer than the other six quasi-sacred chaos creatures.
"The practice of this Chaos Sea is really painful."
Shaking his head with emotion, Yang Jian glanced at the large formations of good fortune that were slowly fading away, and flew into the city of Profound Capital.
The spirit race outside has retreated, and the outermost formation has been slowly closed. It is time to go to the tomb of the saint to find the whereabouts of the remaining twelve Dinghai God Pearls.
But Yang Jian entered the city of Xuandu, but he didn't see the figure of the master. He didn't shout, but found a place to practice for a while, waiting for Xuandu to take the initiative to find it.
Although the Great Master Xuandu is often a little unreliable, this matter should not be forgotten, after all, they have a gamble.
If the thirty-six Dinghai Divine Orbs are collected, Yang Jian will guard the city for the Great Master of Xuandu for 10,000 years, and he will also use the time in Xuandu City to integrate enough chaotic spirit races to create a barrier for the great lands. .
If the remaining twelve Dinghai God Orbs cannot be found, and the agreement to defend the city is invalidated, Yang Jian also needs to go to the Chaos Sea and conquer the Chaos Spirit Race.
It is a gentleman's agreement to defend the city, and it is the order of the saint to subdue the spirit race, and the latter should not make mistakes.
"Dinghai Shenzhu..."
Yang Jian looked at himself inwardly, the profound beads in his body were shining, and among them, twenty-four profound beads were embedded in the Dinghai God Beads, forming a large incomplete formation.
Such a great formation was born out of the formation of the sea-covering great formation, even if it is incomplete, it can force a strong force.
Although this force can hurt the enemy, it also hurts himself. It is a killer that Yang Jian can't use when he is not in the final moment of desperate death.
If the thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads are complete, and cooperate with the sea-covering formation, the thirty-six profound beads in Yang Jian's body will be wrapped, and their power is absolutely far beyond Yang Jian's expectations.
This is a set of sage artifacts from the Taisu era, which has survived to this day, carrying endless legends...
How much benefit can Yang Jian get from it?
He doesn't know it, but it definitely won't be lower than the increase in the original acquisition of the mysterious turtle remains...
"My husband is unstable, but is he going to hunt for treasures?"
Ao Xinke's gentle voice rang in his ears, and Yang Jian returned to his senses, opened his eyes, and took her out of the black turtle belt.
Xuan Du still did not show up.
"The army outside has retreated, and it's time to look for the whereabouts of the treasure pearl," Yang Jian looked at Ao Xinke, "Later, you will wait for me here. I have a master to take care of it, so there will be no mistake."
Although Ao Xinke was unwilling, she had to nod lightly and instruct Yang Jian in every possible way.
They don't know what the tomb of the saint is like, but at least there is the Great Master Xuandu by the side to take care of it, so naturally don't worry too much.
Naturally, the sun, moon, and stars cannot be seen in Xuandu City, but when they reach cultivation levels like Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, one can know the time changes.
After another three to five days, Yang Jian still didn't see Master Xuandu showing up. He felt that he was ready and the state of the profound body had reached the peak, so he couldn't continue to do so.
"Master! When can I go hunting for treasure?"
"Are you ready? Ha..."
Xuan Du floated from a distance with a yawn and complained, "I'll give you some time to live with your wife, after all, I don't know if you can come back wholeheartedly after all."
Ao Xinke couldn't help being a little worried, and took Yang Jian's arm anxiously.
Yang Jian patted the back of her hand, "It's nothing, Uncle always likes to joke."
"I didn't make a joke with you, it's really not a good place to go there," Xuandu murmured, "The guy who went in some time ago is gone."
Yang Jian held Ao Xinke's voice and didn't pay attention to Xuantu's muttering.
Even though Ao Xinke was reluctant to give up in every possible way, she could only watch Yang Jian and the Great Master Xuandu fly to the deepest walls of Xuandu City.
She can only practice here and wait for Yang Jian to return. Although she has a quasi-sacred level, according to Xuantu's previous statement, she has less than a 10% chance of returning safely to the tomb of the saint.
Yang Jian has eighty-nine profound arts protection, as long as he doesn't find himself in danger, he can't hang up 80%.
The two were unhappy, and Xuan both deliberately told Yang Jian a few more words.
"The tomb of the saints is actually just a name we arbitrarily named. There is actually a small world where saints from the Taisu era were buried, but it is said that saints before Taisu were also buried here..."
"So," Yang Jian nodded, "I have been thinking about something these days."
"What's the matter?"
"The saint claims to be immortal, why is there a tomb of the saint?"
"How did Qianhong die?" Xuan Du asked back and smiled, "The saint's immortality is based on their strength above the Taoist rule, and no means within the Taoist rule can kill them. But above the Tao, there is Tao. Between order and disorder, within existence and nothingness, there are ways to destroy saints."
Yang Jian listened with a look of Fan Zhu, carefully memorizing the words of Xuandu in his heart.
Above the Tao...
"After entering, don't feel weird in any weird situation. If you encounter someone calling your name, don't agree."
Xuantu's tone was a little vague, which made people somewhat frightening.
Listening to him whispered: "It is said that there are living dead and the remnant soul of the saint. I used it to identify Qianhong's remnant soul and found it in it."
"Especially your profound body, your realm is in a mess before it reaches Consummation. Most of the saints buried in it are Yuanshen Dao saints. Maybe you have some ability to win the house."
"Remember, they call you, never agree."
After Xuan Dushen said mysteriously, Yang Jian's cold hair stood up all over, and he felt a heart touched his throat, which was rare in his life.
"Uncle, how should I go hunt for treasure beads?"
"This is your own chance," Xuan Du smiled mysteriously, and his figure slowly stopped, and the two of them had reached the dilapidated temple.
Xuan Du pointed to the front and said, "Can you lack courage?"
"Nature is not lacking."
Yang Jian held up his chest, grabbed a three-pointed two-bladed spear and was about to move forward, but Xuan Du directly grabbed the collar and pulled him back.
"What are you doing with your gun?"
Yang Jian wondered: "Naturally beware of the dangers."
Xuan Du cursed: "If you just go in so viciously, those remnants who came to worship may all shoot you! We are here to hunt for treasures, worship when we encounter a grave, and those who see lonely ghosts Give way, you don’t have to use your hands."
Yang Jian asked: "Then the orb I was looking for was taken by the wandering soul?"
"That's a different matter of course."
Nodding, Yang Jian put away the spear, took off Ao Xuehan, and put on a black robe.
Xuan Du gave him a push, "Go in."
Yang Jian took two steps forward, the universe in front of him suddenly twisted, and one step fell, as if he had walked through endless years and reached the other side of the monk.
Under the feet, the green grass grows.
Yang Jian turned his head and glanced, but he could only see a translucent wall with distorted light and shadow. Xuan Du stood outside the wall with his hands on his back, cheering him up with his eyes.
Ok! ?
"Doesn't the master come in?"
Xuandu smiled and said: "Naturally, I need to wait for you here, lest you can't find your way and get lost in it. Besides, did I ever say that I want to accompany you in? I just told you to find the gem and bring you here. That's it."
Yang Jian stared, and suddenly felt that he had been smashed by Xuan Du again...
Turning his head to look at the beautiful, twisted, and unpredictable world around him, he lifted a sigh of relief in his heart and continued to take the third step.
The beautiful scenery around was scattered, and a slowly rotating whirlpool appeared in front of Yang Jian. In the whirlpool, there were several broken paths that were active, like several chains, spreading teeth and dancing claws.
It seemed that it was just a few extremely charming and stunning women who were trying to understand the avenue left by the saint in the whirlpool.
"Yang Jian~"
Suddenly a shout came from my ear!
Yang Jian was shocked, but in the next instant he heard Xuan Du's heartless laugh, and suddenly rolled his eyes angrily.
"Go ahead, don't easily comprehend the saintly principles!"
Yang Jian simply walked aside and took seven or eight steps in a row. Xuantu's voice became farther and farther away, and soon he couldn't hear him.
A dazzling god, Yang Jian stood on the edge of a hillside, underneath it was the endless scorched earth, and among the scorched earth lay several remnants of powerful Taoism.
Do not want to be greedy if you are not looking for it.
Yang Jian reminded himself a few words in his heart, turned his head to argue the direction, and continued to move forward carefully.
This place seems to be a layer of overlapping small worlds, everywhere is the rhyme of saints, saints are majestic; if it hadn't been for Yang Jian and Qian Hong to fight, I was afraid that it would take a lot of effort to fight against these pressures.
Except for the principles of the saints of humanity ~EbookFREE.me~, all the other paths are squeezed to nowhere.
But Yang Jianxiu is himself, and Tao is formed in the profound body, unique and unlimited, and these influences can be ignored.
Where are the remaining twelve orbs?
The twenty-four Dinghai God Orbs in Yang Jian's body did not fluctuate, and the profound body did not even remind...
That's right, if it were so easy to find, the 36 Dinghai Divine Orbs would have been gathered by the Grandmaster Uncle.
Look for it slowly, anyway, nothing happened, he can also use the majesty of the saint to sharpen himself here.
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All right? Meishan is indeed fine, but other boundaries are not necessarily.
On the ancient pilgrimage road, a tens of feet long magic treasure building ship slowly moved forward, surrounded by hundreds of monks in battle armor around it, mammoth, and it seemed to be rampant.
There is a flag floating above the boat, and the front of the flag is embroidered with the word ‘天’; to this day, most of the monks in the three thousand worlds know where this flag came from.
Chaotian Pavilion.
In the flower hall of the ship on this floor, there are singing, dancing, banquets, and more than a dozen deacons in power of Chaotian Pavilion sitting behind two rows of low tables, pushing cups and changing cups, drinking for fun.
Among this group of people, there is a handsome young man who is quite eye-catching, one is that his appearance is too handsome, and the other is his celestial cultivation which is incompatible with the lowest big Luo Jinxian here.
By the way, he was still sitting on the left side of the main seat, and the masked woman in the main seat was quite polite to this pretty boy.