Chapter 214: Remnants appear in the Crystal Palace?

This is the master of the white miasma?
Unlike, it should not be.
The man who stood in the way was dressed as a general, dressed in a blood-colored battle armor, with shawl and long hair hanging casually, his eyes were like electricity, his face was firm, his mouth was slightly chuckle, but there was a natural kill in his smile. meaning.
Compared with the unstable white miasma, this warrior who stood on the edge of the ninth miasma land to stop Yang Jian felt much more mature and calm.
Yang Jian didn't stop, the sword in his hand glowed with golden light, and there was a thousand feet away, and he directly cut down at this person.
The golden light seems to be invincible, condensing the mighty power and carrying the abundance of righteousness, and seems to be able to re-divide the world between Yin and Yang.
But the man just raised his hand, and the miasma condensed into a blood wave, rolling towards Yang Jian.
The strength of this warlord Pleiades was much higher than that of the White Pleiades.
The blood concealed the golden light, the turbidity was clear.
Yang Jian also never thought that the sword in his hand could be restrained by the power of the poisonous miasma, and his figure was about to rush to this person, so he had to change his skills temporarily, with the sword and the spear.
"Wait!" The miasma warlord withdrew, raised his hand to Yang Jian, and yelled: "My teacher wants to see you! You must not mistake yourself!"
How does Yang Jian care about this person?
Pick up the gun and kill, simply and neatly, completely unmoved by the words of this warlord Miasma.
The other party didn't expect Yang Jian to act so decisively, grabbing two blood maces, waving them majesticly, and fighting Yang Jian.
The all-sky miasma behind Yang Jian stopped again and did not dare to come forward; whether it was the previous white-clothed man or the blood-clothed warrior at this time, these miasma spirits have a kind of awe from the depths of their'soul'.
When the white-clothed man died just now, these miasma rushed up again, greedily devouring the white-clothed man's remains, like a pack of extremely hungry wolves.
But at this time, these miasma spirits once again stopped only a hundred miles away, quietly waiting for the end of the fight here.
This time, Yang Jian really met an opponent.
The man in white clothes only relied on a golden sword, his own martial arts and strategy during the battle were not worth mentioning.
However, this scarlet warrior was quite good at fighting. He had fought with Yang Jian, and both sides had their own injuries, and no one could win the other for a while.
However, this miasma spirit can take in the five-colored miasma at any time to fill up its own consumption, and always maintain himself at the peak state; but Yang Jian did not dare to attract the stars to help out, fearing to disturb the group of monsters outside.
The long-term battle will have disadvantages for Yang Jian.
Yang Jian knows this too. The attack must be fierce, and the battle must be full. No sharp spear, mountain axe, and spirit-killing sword will take turns to battle. The offensive is like thunder, like a mountain torrent, and the warlord who kills retreats again and again!
This battle is getting more and more fun!
In the prehistoric times, the Dao of the Primordial Spirit is prosperous, and there are very few people who can achieve some success in cultivating the flesh. Yang Jian fends off the enemy, except for a few others such as the court battle general Hui Mou, most of whom are unable to fully use what they have learned.
Today, when he encountered this undead, unstoppable miasma who also used his weapons to fight against him, Yang Jian also completely let go of his hands and feet.
The state of mind is calm, but his face is fierce and angry. The enemy chieftains are covered with bruises.
After dozens of rounds, Yang Jian once again gained the upper hand. At this time, he was even more invincible, and the offensive was fierce.
The warlord was invincible, and he was about to be beheaded by Yang Jian. Following in the footsteps of his junior, he quickly shouted:
"My teacher is the master of this place! The boundless aura is under the control of my teacher! You really have to think carefully, otherwise the death will disappear today!"
Boundless Reiki? It refers to these miasma.
Yang Jian frowned, stopped and backed away, retracting the Soul Extinguishing Sword, but stood in the air with his spear, his eyes flickering quietly.
The scarlet warrior retreated a hundred feet out of breath, and looked at Yang Jian with full alertness. He had no arrogance when he first appeared on the stage, and only fear and dread in his eyes.
Obviously, although this miasma is strong, he still has some regrets in his mind.
Yang Jian finally said, "Your teacher is the spirit buried in Xuanyuan's grave?"
"Not bad!" The Pleiadian warlord hurriedly said: "This place is the world where my teacher has condensed with the supreme magical powers. We are also born in the master's divine mind! My teacher wants to see you, before let me show up for guidance. Otherwise, let you rush through this place, and there will be the real dead place behind!"
While speaking, the miasma pointed his finger far away.
Yang Jian looked intently, but saw that there was no miasma in the road ahead, but a puff of gray-white smoke drifted quietly.
Seeing this smoke, Xuan Gong gave birth to a warning sign.
The warlord of the miasma was still afraid that Yang Jian would not believe it, so he rolled a miasma out of thin air and threw it towards the empty road.
The miasma who looked like a tiger but had seven short legs raised his head and roared, but the roar stopped abruptly, and his body was silently turned into colorful smoke, and the smoke gradually "melted" and disappeared.
Yang Jian's eyes were real, the miasma was only swept by a gray-white smoke, and it was instantly exploded into five-colored miasma.
But the five-color miasma could not survive, and was directly evaporated by the gray mist, turned into a plume of gray smoke, and blended into the gray-white smoke.
The Pleiadian warlord shouted again: "That is a treasure that can melt all tangible things! It is my master's strongest magical power!"
Yang Jian shook his heart and thought carefully.
I can't believe the other party's words, but there is really no other way in front of me; the road ahead is a hundred times, a thousand times more dangerous than before, and even the profound art has set a warning sign to prevent yourself from breaking into that piece of heaven and earth.
If this miasma warlord did not have him, that ‘master’ should be the Xuangui remnant spirit, Yang Jian has the token given by Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi, if he can really see the Xuangui remnant spirit, perhaps he will be able to take the treasure from this place.
"lead the way."
A simple word is quite domineering.
Although the miasma warlord was a little angry, he didn't dare to say anything. He turned and lowered his head, leading Yang Jian to the land under his feet.
Yang Jianfei followed, but was always separated by a hundred feet.
It seemed that the endless army of miasma had also received orders from nowhere, and fell towards the land. After a while, the land returned to the prosperous appearance when Yang Jian first saw it.
However, this ‘prosperous’ scene seems to be too ‘rigid’.
It's like someone tells every miasma what they should do and what not to do, and then puts the miasma on this land, so that they form this picture that looks like a flourishing world.
Unfortunately, this is always just a picture.
In the past, Nuwa created human beings, and later the ancestors of Styx created the Asura clan. Does this mysterious tortoise remnant want to emulate these two? Just made so many miasma?
Yang Jian followed the miasma warlord and continued to fly downward along the edge of the mainland.
A hundred miles ahead is the grey-white miasma territory, and not far from him is the smooth, mirror-like stone wall, and there is still a sea of ​​smoke condensed by the five-color miasma on the left and right.
After flying down for a while, the miasma warlord stopped and stood in front of a hole opened in the rock wall, waiting quietly.
Yang Jian is also a brave master of art. He has already walked here, and there is no reason to go back halfway. Holding a sharp-pointed spear and a mountain axe, he looked at him for a while.
"Huh! If my master wants to kill you, it's just a matter of thought!" The warlord Pleiades was a little unhappy when he saw it, so he cursed and turned and went into the hole.
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth curled, and he followed up, fully guarded.
The entrance of the cave is square and square, and there is sunlight shining inside.
Walking into it, it turned out to be a palace carved out of crystal. It was ten feet high, decorated with complex stars, and nearly one hundred feet wide, with ninety-nine eighty-one crystal pillars shining.
Compared with the ‘prosperity’ on the land, it looks much colder here, with only a lone crystal throne with a shadow on it.
The miasma warlord walked to the throne, knelt on one knee, and said: "Master, that person has been brought."
"good."
Some old voices came from the front, but they were very gentle, "You are the one who is in the formation? Come on, I have not seen guests for many years, and it is not just what is happening now."
‘Are you stupid? These eighty-one pillars are obviously a big array ~EbookFREE.me~, so I am afraid that it is easy to get in and out. ’
Yang Jian murmured a word in his heart, but stood at the gate of the palace and said calmly: "Senior is the mysterious turtle that died here?"
This remark was already a bit rude, although it was deliberate, Yang Jian still offended Xuanyuan Huangdi secretly.
The miasma warlord was furious and exclaimed: "You don't know how to lift up! Death!" After saying this, he would take up the pair of blood maces and fight forward.
"Baal," the phantom on the throne said again, still gentle and gentle, "Go away, this is not the way of hospitality."
"Yes!" The Pleiades warlord respectfully responded and stepped aside.
The Xuying smiled and said, "Does the guest want to drink tea with me in the doorway?"
"Why not?" Yang Jian didn't mean to put on a sleeve at all, put away the sharp spear, only raised the mountain axe, and freed his left hand. "Where is the tea?"
The opponent is also stagnant.