Chapter 639: Enemy Demon Division

The Great Master Xuandu came suddenly and walked unhurriedly. He took a strand of the soul of the Black Spirit Lord, poured it into the jade plaque depicting special restrictions, and then floated away after handing it to Yang Jian.
　　 This jade card is an object that can instantly take the life of the Black Spirit Lord; even if the Black Spirit Lord takes full precautions, if Yang Jian crushes this jade card, she will be directly injured.
　　Essence-the core soul of the original spirit is the fate of the monk.
　　Xuandu appeared this time, simply to save the life of the black spirit master.
　　According to Xuan Du's thoughts, Yang Jian can share the same beauty with the Black Spirit Lord, and it will take a few thousand years of cultivation, not to mention; it is also unexpected that Yang Jian will have such an improvement after getting the Dinghai God Orb.
　　 Actually, Yang Jian just happened to be wrong. This Black Spirit made a mistake in his practice. He made himself half-dead but had to force himself to be in the Yuling realm. This brought Yang Jian to temptation and murder.
　　 Knowing that she was from an ancient human race, Yang Jian also had a little more respect, and after Xuan Du left, he took the initiative to move forward.
　　 As soon as he took a step, the black spirit master subconsciously took a half step back. Both the woman and the black shadow looked at Yang Jian vigilantly.
　　 Yang Jian picked up the jade card and put it out, then put it away.
　　The black spirit master laughed at himself, the black shadow gradually returned to his body, and the whole person sat there with no gods.
　　 Ao Xinke held a piece of clothing forward and placed it in front of her.
　　 Yang Jian said: "Master should have told you that I am unifying the four spirit worlds, and you will take care of the black spirit world. We will not go back and ask."
　　The Black Spirit Lord slowly raised his head and stared at Yang Jian: "Here is the Black Spirit Realm, let me enter the Profound Capital City."
　　 "Then wait until your injury recovers," Yang Jian shook his head, "You insist on entering Xuandu City, but there are treasures in Xuandu City that can help you get revenge?"
　　 The Black Spirit Lord was silent. She knelt down and sat there, putting on the clothes hastily, without any anger at all.
　　 listened to her: "It is rumored that Xuandu City has the inheritance of saints, and it can become the status of saints on the road."
　　 "Just a rumor?" Yang Jian couldn't help being dumb.
"Isn't it enough?" The black spirit master looked up at Yang Jian, clenched his teeth, and concealed the tears in his eyes, "I have practiced this magic skill by myself, knowing that I have no chance to become holy. If I can't become holy, I can't kill Kunpeng. This rumor is my life-saving straw! If it weren't for this rumor, I would have been lost in magic!"
　　Yang Jian sighed softly: "Well, the talented master also has an explanation, you should take care of your injury. Later, Xinke will go to secretly take over the black spirit world."
　　 "I'm going to Xuandu City now!"
　　 Black Spirit Lord breathed a little bit, and looked at Yang Jian with scorching eyes, "Let me in! Even if I can't find the chance, let me in!"
　　 Yang Jian and Ao Xinke looked at each other, and they discussed a few words, and Ao Xinke also said that now he can concentrate on taking down the Yuling Realm, and Yang Jian nodded slightly.
　　Don't say that the Black Spirit Lord is seriously injured and controlled by him at this time. Even if the Black Spirit Lord is in his heyday, Yang Jian is not afraid that she will make trouble in Xuantu City.
　　 After all, there are still four puppets whose strength cannot be measured at all.
　　 "Come with me."
　　 Yang Jian said something to the Black Spirit Lord, and then headed towards the Wuling World with Ao Xinke.
After flying for a while, Yang Jian saw that the Black Spirit Lord was having trouble flying away at this time, so he stopped, and used profound energy to send some healing and regulating qi pills, then wrapped her with profound energy, and flew with her. .
　　 Yang Jian hadn't really thought about the situation in this scene before.
　　Even in the previous plan to conquer the Four Spirit Realm, Yang Jian had considered that even if he defeated the Black Spirit Lord, a master like this would definitely not bow his head to himself.
　　 But he didn't expect that the black spirit master's obsession with revenge was so strong that she did not care about others.
　　 The dignity of the master and the self-esteem of the strong are ridiculous trifles in front of her.
　　 Perhaps, Yang Jian has been so smoothly to the cultivator today, it is really hard to realize how much she has paid to have today's strength.
　　 sent Ao Xinke back to the Wuling World, Yang Jian asked her to be careful about everything, and then took the Black Spirit Lord to Xuandu City.
　　 It was a bit troublesome when entering the city, after all, only the Great Master Xuandu verbally agreed, and the Black Spirit Lord could not pass the big formation.
　　 Fortunately, Xuangui was with her, Yang Jian put her in it, and just mixed in.
　　 Yang Jian first went to the ninth city wall where the four puppets stayed all year round, and explained to the fourteenth puppet about the Dark Spirit Lord.
　　 "You don't need to ask us about these things," Puppet Fourteen's lark-like voice smiled a little, "You people at the Taoist school can decide for themselves."
　　 "Thank you," Yang Jian arched his hands and let the Black Spirit Lord out.
　　 Puppet Fourteen leaned forward and leaned forward with his hands on his back. The Puppet Fourteen wrapped in the cloth strip was similar to the previous dress of the Dark Spirit Lord.
　　 The Black Spirit Lord was about to flee subconsciously, but fortunately, Yang Jian was wrapped in profound energy in time.
　　 "Let's take a look, this is the Xuandu City you have always been in," Yang Jian said calmly.
　　 "How could..."
　　The Black Spirit Lord’s words were slowly unwilling, even a little desperate.
　　 She knelt down on the tower, her body trembling lightly.
　　 With her eyesight, she can naturally see the defeat of Xuandu City, she can see that there is no treasure at all here, let alone a chance for sanctification.
　　, Yang Jian waited for her to kneel for a long time, almost desperate, and finally said something.
　　 "There is actually some inheritance of the saint, come with me, I will take you to the tomb of the saint and see if you can find some opportunities."
　　 Yang Jian said this, the Black Spirit Lord was taken aback first, and then glared at Yang Jian. Apart from anger, there was a little hope and relief in his eyes.
　　This...the true monarch who started to learn from the master...
　　Xuandu City was mostly built in the Taisu era, with the same roots as the four puppets. It was once a battlefield for the Taisu powerhouses and powerful enemies, but the final result was that the Xuandu City was completely destroyed, and the tomb of the saint was safe and sound.
　　 Arriving in front of the broken wall at the entrance of the tomb of the saint, Yang Jian looked at the Black Spirit Lord and exhorted: "You want to stay for revenge. After entering, you will listen to me. Don't walk or touch it."
　　 "Huh," the black spirit lord curled his lips disapprovingly, "My heart will never be worse than you."
　　 "All right," Yang Jian sighed quietly, dragged her with profound energy, and stepped into the tomb of the saint.
　　The sea of ​​hearts appeared, and the black spirit master shuddered slightly, shock and surprise across his eyes.
　　 "The Principles of the Sage!"
　　 "Most of these are traps, go inside."
　　 Yang Jian continued to move forward, leading her to look all the way.
　　The Black Spirit Lord is very energetic at this moment, greedily experiencing the laws of the saints, but it makes his injuries a little more serious, but he is comfortable trying to attract the saints into the body.
　　 Yang Jian didn't say much, just kept moving forward.
　　 A few snowflakes suddenly blown in front of him, but the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit took the initiative to step out of the Heart Sea Realm, blocking the path Yang Jian must pass.
　　 "Where is your master?"
　　 "I have seen Senior Xue," Yang Jian said, but the Black Spirit Lord was stunned.
　　 Without waiting for Yang Jian to say anything, the Black Spirit Lord suddenly knelt in the air and knocked his head one after another at the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit, crying repeatedly in his mouth: "Also, please pass me my mantle! Please let me pass my mantle!"
　　 Snow Saint Canling only frowned slightly, naturally he wouldn't be moved so easily.
Xue Sheng Canling tilted his head to look at Yang Jian, Yang Jian smiled bitterly, but said: "This is also a poor man who is constantly practicing for revenge. I need her to help me in the future. With the consent of my uncle, let her come here to find something. Chance."
　　 "Vengeance? This obsession with monasticism is a bit ridiculous."
　　 Snow Saint Remnant Ling raised his hand, facing the black spirit master a little far away, and then gently shook his head: "Medium aptitude, lack of understanding, and the path is the evil way of seeking the devil, and I must not inherit my mantle."
　　 "Magic?"
　　 "Well, this is actually a very general statement. Under the guise of not practicing the Taoism or self-contained Taoism, the practice is still following the guidelines of the Taoism."
　　 Snow Saint Canling gently shook his head, his figure transformed into snow particles and drifted in the wind, slowly disappearing.
　　 "But there are people who have cultivated this way and become holy. Go and find it inside."
　　 "Thank you senior for your advice."
　　 Yang Jian thanked him, and Xinhaijie returned to its original state again, and there were changing fantasy everywhere.
　　 Black Spirit Lord knelt down and sat there blankly, Yang Jian was not anxious, she waited for half an hour before she stood up.
　　 "Is there a chance for me?"
　　 "It should be there, but it is also quite dangerous inside. You have to regain your strength before I will let you find it."
　　 The Black Spirit Lord nodded calmly, as if he was no longer in a hurry.
　　Yang Jian took her on, and when he passed by the Xinhai Boundary Monument, he also specifically exhorted:
There is a lone soul living in it. This is the enemy of all creatures. Don’t be fooled by him and feed him.

　　 "It should be only for me to confuse others."
　　 shook his head and said nothing, Yang Jian led her on for a hundred feet, the familiar door opened, and the master of Liuli was still waiting inside the door.
　　 took her into the Liuli Tomb, and Yang Jian said to the old man in the Liulizhu, "I'm troubled senior again."
"It's okay, it's okay," Liuli Baozhu smiled and waved his hand, looked at the black spirit master, looked at Yang Jian, and smiled: "I didn't see that you are a lot of idleness. No matter how fast your cultivation is, you can't be complacent. ."
　　 "Senior, this... well, it's a thug who picked it up."
　　 "I have seen senior," the black spirit lord knelt down again decisively, prostrate on the ground, "please also ask senior to pass on my mantle."
　　 Liuli Baozhu screamed, thinking that Yang Jian had brought back a physical practitioner, and a breath overflowed with the Liuli Baozhu, enveloping the Black Spirit Lord.
　　 Yang Jian didn't care too much, and released the little guy in the black tortoise belt. This little bird, which was already a little eagle, kept spreading its wings excitedly.
　　 "Your Excellency is not suitable for me," Liuli Baozhu shook his head regretfully, "Your magic power has gone a bit wrong~EbookFREE.me~ It is better to abandon the magic power and rebuild your life."
　　 Black Spirit Lord categorically refused: "I can't negate myself! Never!"
　　 "Senior, can there be remnants of saints in the tomb of saints here?"
　　 "Yes, there are, but most people who cultivate this way are a little weird," Liuli Baozhu blinked at Yang Jian, and Yang Jian suddenly understood something.
　　 Those who can pass on the inheritance of the Black Spirit Lord must be the remnants of the saint who have been looted by the Xuandu and the Liuli Baozhu.
　　 "You can heal your wounds first," Yang Jian thought for a while, felt a pot of pill in the deepest part of the mysterious turtle belt, poured out a nine-turn golden pill, and walked in front of the black spirit master.
　　 Yang Jian looked at the princess of the ancient human race, who had a plain face but firm eyes, and whispered: "I hope you will be able to fight Kunpeng in the future."
　　 "Nine-turned Golden Pill?" The Black Spirit Lord suddenly changed his complexion, and looked at Yang Jian in disbelief, "Give it to me?"
　　 Yang Jian's expression was calm, but the corners of his mouth were still twitching.
　　 Master Zu gave a little, and there will be battles in the future. It’s really distressed to waste one...
　　 However, considering the strength of the Black Spirit Lord, it is really the backbone of the besieging demon master Kunpeng in the future, and in order to buy people's hearts, there is always a price to pay.
　　 siege?
　　 When he learned of the Black Spirit Lord's obsession, Yang Jian had given up the idea of ​​singles out with Kunpeng.
　　 "Come on, I also have an account to go to Kunpeng to settle, you and I are actually the same."
　　 Yang Jian hadn't finished speaking, the Black Spirit Lord had already opened his mouth and moved forward. If Yang Jian hadn't stopped fast enough, she would have been bitten by her.
　　 "Even if there is a chance, I will die with him!"