Chapter 213: Destroying the Sword

Outside the stone hall where the three demon tribe great powers are located, more than a dozen demon of Xuanyuan tomb that should have been in the stone hall can only wait quietly in the corner next to the temple door.
Among the more than a dozen demon races, there are two golden fairy banshee students with flowers and moon appearances. One of them is even more charming, refined and beautiful, without a semi-enchanting atmosphere.
What's more rare is that the pupils in her eyes are very clear, as if it could reflect the filth in the hearts of others.
She was guarded by the surrounding monsters, and these monsters also looked at the many masters of the monsters outside the temple with some caution, for fear that they would have any evil thoughts about the beautiful girl.
If Yang Jian is here, I am afraid that he can directly determine that the beautiful and refined girl should be the nine-tailed fox Daji who will bring disaster to the country and the people in the future.
The other girl standing beside Da Ji should be the nine-headed chicken childlike Xi Meier, one of the three demon of Xuanyuan Tomb.
Yang Jian killed the Pipa Jing and tortured him before he killed the Pipa Jing. He asked about the secrets of Xuanyuan's tomb, so he wanted to go north to hunt for treasure;
The demon race hated Yang Jian's slaughter and then moved forward. Several demon clan ancestors, Lei Ting, were furious, desperate to kill Yang Jian, promote the demon clan's prestige, and look for the demon clan's last dignity in this world.
The three demon ancestors came personally, and even the grave guards appointed by Empress Nuwa had to give up the stone hall and step aside.
The remaining two demon kings and the many little demon in Xuanyuan Tomb also wanted to avenge the Pipa spirits. They all know that Yang Jian is difficult to deal with, and will definitely not be able to deal with it without the power of the demon clan, so he didn't say much, just Waiting for orders outside the temple.
Daji is too eye-catching.
Many demon warlords in the surrounding area glanced over, intentionally or unintentionally, and many people were still joking, and there was no lack of dirty words in their speech, but no one dared to say anything.
That was the celebrity in front of the saint empress, and the saint Nuwa was already the last support and comfort of the Yaozu.
"Sister," Xi Meier whispered, "Let's go back to the cave first, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Daji thought for a while, and shook her head gently, "We still have to avenge our sisters' hatred. I always feel that Yang Jian has entered Xuanyuan's grave, but I don't know where he is."
"I can't go inside?" Xi Meier said casually, Daji frowned, but then denied.
"We have explored the inner layer for so long, and we don't know how to move forward. No matter how amazing Yang Jian is, the one who can't be so light in the past is." Da Ji said softly: "My Xuanyuan tomb line is much worse in this life, if it is today If you can beat Yang Jian, you can also raise our reputation."
I think a lot.
Xi Mei'er thought for a while, did not insist, sighed in a low voice.
She glared at a wretched monster war commander who was not far away, the latter's gaze was turning around her unscrupulously, as if the fairy clothes she was wearing were nothing.
The demon of Xuanyuan Tomb has lived in Beizhou for a long time, and is almost decisive with the demon clan, and is not familiar with such things.
Daji stood there quietly, her neon dress wrapped her in the elegance of the Nine Heavens Fairy, and she really didn't know how she would charm Di Xin in the future.
In the stone hall, the three ancestors are using their magical powers to search the world of Beizhou, searching for Yang Jian's whereabouts.
Outside the Xuanyuan Tomb, in the poisonous miasma-filled stone forest, the jade light flickered, and a figure slowly appeared, sitting cross-legged on a huge boulder, looking in the direction of Xuanyuan Tomb.
The teacher of Yang Jian, Yuding, came from the Qin Tian Baojian.
And shortly after Yuding appeared, a girl in a light yellow short skirt flew sneakily from a distance and directly caught a big demon searching for his soul, and then used supernatural powers to attach to the big demon, driving This great demon entered Xuanyuan's grave.
Madam Yuding seemed to have seen this scene in his eyes, and he didn't seem to care about it. He just sat there quietly, with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and shook his head gently.
Yang Jian, who was fighting fiercely in the inner layer of Xuanyuan Tomb, did not know what had happened to the outside world.
He just moved forward, fighting the miasma spirit, slaughtering the evil demon, and the mountain axe split the land made by the miasma, and the sharp spear pierced the enemy's chest.
For dozens of rounds of fighting with the handsome and elegant white-clothed man, the white-clothed man's face was full of stern expression. After being completely suppressed by Yang Jian's mountain axe, he even cursed Yang Jian with no demeanor.
"You bastard! How dare you come here to commit murder! I must eat your bones and boil your tendons!"
"Ah! I want to kill you! Why not let me kill! Why not let me kill you!"
"Dead! Die!"
The more angry he is, the more he loses his senses, and the more flaws in his actions, the more relaxed Yang Jian becomes.
I always feel that although this person in white is more'complete' than other miasma, and more like a'creature', but this kind of'personality' is not stable. As long as the mood fluctuates slightly, the body begins to show some unstable waves. mark.
After all, it's just a miasma.
Yang Jian flashed, and the man in white pierced the air with a sword, and the sword was suddenly hit by the back of the mountain axe.
This powerful blow made the white man's figure suddenly staggered; while Yang Jian held the axe handle in both hands, lifted it diagonally, and instantly cut off the white man's right hand and right arm!
There is no blood, only the faintly dispersed miasma.
Yang Jian opened the mountain axe and chopped off the arm of the white-clothed man, split his hand to grab the sword from the white-clothed man's hand, and Xuan Gang forcibly refined it.
Just in the blink of an eye, this magic weapon that can spur a strong golden light was changed.
The astonishment on the face of the man in white did not conceal the slightest, as if he was asking Yang Jian: Can a fight be like this?
"Give it back to me!" The white-clothed man rushed up again angrily, the broken arm flashed with colorful glow, and it was completely restored in a flash.
But at this time, he had completely lost his mind and pounced towards Yang Jian empty-handed.
Yang Jian showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He opened the mountain and slashed with his axe. The man in white screamed, and there was a ‘ten’ gap in his body, bursting with dazzling light.
Seeing this, the surrounding miasma spirits immediately went crazy and generally wanted to rush to the white-clothed man, not to protect, but to swallow...
"You dare to kill me! You are dead!" The white-clothed man yelled, "My master will not let you go! You are dead! You will definitely die! You will die!"
Yang Jian:……
Being able to speak threatening words so popular, simple and non-threatening, this man in white is truly a unique ‘master’ among the prehistoric.
This is also because the white-clothed man's temperament is too ‘innocent’.
Master?
Among these miasma spirits, could it be possible to give birth to an existence above Da Luo?
Yang Jian was a little surprised, and he reminded himself to be more careful. The ghosts were attracted by the broken body of the man in white, and flooded here like a tide.
Before Yang Jian fought with the white-clothed man, the white-clothed man ordered these miasma to retreat, and they couldn't get close for a while.
Following the five-color glow, Yang Jian saw the orb floating on the chest of the white-clothed man. He also knew that it was a heavy treasure made of poisonous miasma, but he hesitated to collect it.
Forget it, there is no good or bad treasure, this poisonous miasma may be of great use in the future.
Yang Jian raised his hand and waved a burst of profound energy, rolled out the colorful orb, opened a jade bottle, stuffed the poisonous miasma bead in it, and wrapped the bottle tightly with profound energy a few times, and stuffed it in In his own storage magic weapon.
Swinging a mountain axe, taking advantage of the miasma surrounding the remains of the white-clothed man, Yang Jian relied on the power of the divine axe to easily break a path and rushed into the ninth piece of land.
But gradually, Yang Jian was blocked again.
There are too many miasma spirits around, and there is no shortage of powerful humanoid monsters. The previous giant python-like giant miasma spirits are too numerous to count. Yang Jian killed one, and three or five continued to rush over and immediately fell into A hard fight.
Fortunately, Yang Jian was accustomed to fighting hard, and he did not show his timidity at this time. He swung his mountain axe and tipless spear non-stop, with a degree of offensive and defensive, full of fighting spirit, and struggled forward among the miasma army with no end in sight.
During the fierce battle, Yang Jian also began to think about the nemesis of the miasma.
Xuanyuan Huangdi didn't mention it, nor did the master Yuding real person explain it; but all things grow and restrain each other, and there are always treasures to restrain the miasma.
But he didn't prepare before coming. He wanted to find some treasures here. It was really...
Yang Jian's movements suddenly paused, and suddenly he put away the mountain axe, and carried a bright sword in his hand.
It was the sword that had just been obtained in the hands of the man in white~EbookFREE.me~, refined, spurred, and profound energy poured into the long sword, a golden light quietly bloomed.
In the next instant, it was like a beam of golden crow that broke through the darkness of the world, and that golden light shone more than ten thousand feet away, quickly ‘steaming’ the miasma in front of Yang Jian!
A large area was vacated in front of him, and Yang Jian leaned forward, as fast as a phantom, intending to rush out of the ninth piece of land.
The sword in his hand trembled softly, and it was actually a spiritual treasure, expressing gratitude and joy to Yang Jian.
The treasure was covered in dust. It was originally held by the people who came here to break through the barrier, but it fell into the hands of the miasma, and was used by the miasma. How can this treasure be willing?
Now that he entered the hands of Yang Jian, his true strength burst out after a little refining, but it was a spirit treasure that did not lose the Demon Slayer. The golden light had an obvious restraint effect on the miasma.
The golden light flashed, and Yang Jian kept swinging his sword. The miasma was like being chopped off melons and vegetables, and there was no room for resistance.
Finally, Yang Jian saw the edge of this land, but also saw the figure standing alone in the sky.