Chapter 217: The miasma lake is in trouble, the wind rises towards the city

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Only in a moment, Yang Jian stopped the miasma spirit and did not give the opponent a chance to backhand.
The wisp of gray miasma stopped when it was about to penetrate the old Dao's forehead, and was dragged by Yang Jian with profound energy; it was like a poisonous snake that chose people to eat, and the scared old man did not dare to move.
"My lord is forgiving, my lord is forgiving and forgiving."
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and the victory was just in hand.
Directly seal the old Dao with Xuan Qi, and then use Xuan Gang as a sword to pierce it everywhere. This old Dao can't feel pain, but it quickly languishes, like a rag in Yang Jian's hands.
"Hand over all the treasures on you."
Yang Jian shook the old Dao in front of him. This old Dao smiled miserably, and there were some light spots on his body. With a wave of Yang Jian's big sleeve, he swept all the magic weapons into the storage.
The harvest is fruitful.
The Thunder Fan and Spirit Slayer Sword alone made Yang Jian's trip worthwhile; but these magic weapons were not the highlight, and most of them were left by the monks who were damaged here, not the mysterious turtle treasure.
Yang Jian asked again, the origin of these treasures was similar to what he had guessed.
That old way was controlled by Yang Jian, and his life was not guaranteed, let alone any integrity at all; at this time, he did not dare to hide anything, only to have a glimmer of life.
In terms of mind and strategy, this old way has been quite confident since the birth of the mind-surrounded by some uncivilized miasma, it is reasonable to have such confidence.
This old Dao Yin killed many monks who came here, and has intercepted many treasures for endless years.
But these monks who can be killed by this old way, how many real masters? The treasures left behind were nothing, and Yang Jian didn't even see anything. Thunder Fan and a dozen other powerful magic weapons and spirit treasures have other origins.
"My lord, look at this Miasma Lake."
"The Miasma Lake?" Yang Jian heard this name and looked towards the gray road ahead.
"I didn't really deceive adults. This Miasma Lake is the blood of the mysterious turtle is transformed by grievances. Everything can be transformed. I don't know how many people broke into it, and it instantly turned into a pool of pus."
Yang Jian frowned and asked, "What's in the lake?"
"Naturally, it is the burial place of the ancestor Xuangui," Lao Dao smiled miserably, "If the lord can not kill me, I am willing to know everything."
Yang Jian said: "It's not easy to think of you for your wisdom, so let's destroy the way."
This old-fashioned look was a little embarrassed, hesitating, hesitating, and wondering if he could bargain with Yang Jian again.
However, Yang Jian acted decisively and directly patted the gray miasma against his forehead.
"Destroy! I destroy! Spare, spare!"
Yang Jian's movements paused for a while, but his momentum did not take back; The Miasma Ling sighed, he was about to fold in Yang Jian's hands today, did not dare to struggle anymore, his body emitted a five-color light like fine sand.
While destroying himself, he was living for his own life, and told Yang Jianyan about the wonders of the world in this grave.
"Say faster," Yang Jian frowned and urged, somewhat impatient.
This old-fashioned discourse was stagnant, and the clay figurine was somewhat earthy; but the situation was so compelling that he had to answer Yang Jian's questions in a concise and concise manner.
Gradually, Yang Jian looked at the Miasma Lake ahead.
The virulent poison of Miasma Lake has reached the extreme of this world, and it is even more of a poisonous way, and it can even melt the way cultivated by the monks, strange and inexplicable.
The white-clothed man, battle commander Baal, and this old miasma are actually a group of five-color miasma that has gained the Tao, and has opened up the wisdom, and can't be compared with the gray-white miasma.
The miasma is not the source of good luck, so the three of them have their own shortcomings. Among them, they transformed themselves with the old way, and even coaxed them to take the other two miasma into disciples...
An illusion? Why does Yang Jian feel that this is an insinuation to something in ancient times?
The miasma destroys the lake, the miasma destroys all things, this is the grudge of the mysterious tortoise, if you can't get through the miasma lake, you will not be able to see the true spirit of the mysterious tortoise, let alone take away the treasures left by the mysterious tortoise.
What is Chung Bao?
The blood of the black tortoise, the essence of the body of the black tortoise, the peerless medicine that has grown from the body of the black tortoise for endless years!
For Yang Jian, these are supreme treasures, which are a great supplement to his practice.
But the Miasma Lake...
He first wrapped a common magic weapon with Xuan Qi and Xuan Gang, and threw it into the Miasma Lake.
The wisps of gray miasma are like living things, directly entwining the magic weapon; and Yang Jian’s proud Profound Qi and Profound Gang, only in the blink of an eye, turned into green smoke, and even disappeared directly, I don’t know. Where did you go.
Don't try hard, you need to outwit.
"What can I do?"
"Passed? Can't get through," Lao Dao was already a little weak at this time, and his figure was also translucent. It was obvious that most of his cultivation was lost and he could no longer pose any threat to Yang Jian.
"My lord, my life is now in your hands. Just listen to me." The old Daosheng was afraid that Yang Jian would rush into the Pleiades Lake with him, and quickly persuaded him: "This Pleiade Lake can't be broken, can't be broken, how many years Now, I watched so many foreign monks who were stronger than adults turned into blue smoke. Look at these treasures, I waited by the lake, waiting for these treasures to slowly float over. Their original owners, dead scum No more left!"
treasure?
Yang Jian's gaze fell on Lei Fan, and he kept making plans.
Yang Jian said: "You mean that the original owners of these treasures died in the Miasma Lake, but they floated to the border intact and were picked up by you?"
"Hey, the treasure in the Miasma Lake, which is what you call the Miasma, although it claims to melt all things, but the material of these treasures is helpless in the Miasma Lake."
Yang Jian nodded, motioning for this old way to continue.
"If the Miasma Lake cannot be melted, it will be squeezed out a little bit. The Miasma Lake is originally transformed by the blood of the mysterious tortoise, and there is no room for impurities and filth." The old Dao replied carefully, secretly looking at Yang Jian's complexion.
Sure enough, as expected, Yang Jian seemed to have something, and a divine light appeared in his eyes.
This veteran sneered in his heart, still very respectful on the surface, and continued to set Yang Jian.
Following the ideas given by the old way, Yang Jian must be thinking at this time that it would be a good way to use a few treasures such as a thunder fan to rush through this miasma lake in one go.
The monster clan master might be killed at any time, and Yang Jian did not dare to hesitate for too long. His heart was cruel, his feet stomped, and he took a deep breath, his face solemnly... he directly pinched the old way in front of him into a thumb-sized bead. , Stuffed it on a Lingbao gourd, and threw it towards the Miasma Lake.
The old Tao came back to his senses in the gourd, and finally couldn't help but swear:
"You bastard!"
With a puff, the gourd plunged into the Miasma Lake, and was immediately entangled by wisps of gray and white miasma, floating and sinking continuously.
The old-fashioned shouts were filled with endless fear, and they kept crying for mercy, but Yang Jian remained unmoved, just watching quietly.
After half a cup of tea, Yang Jian finally raised his hand, and a small whirlpool appeared in his palm, accurately sucking the gourd back, shaking away the miasma attached to it.
Open the gourd plug and pour out the orb inside.
The Orb quickly absorbed the five-color poisonous miasma, and turned into that old-fashioned appearance, but this time it was only two feet high.
This old Dao pointed at Yang Jian, a burst of anger, but he didn't dare to curse any more.
Yang Jian was determined in his heart, and laughed a little awkwardly, and said, "So, I can also cross this lake."
The old way should bow his head, and the curse and slander in his heart will not be mentioned for the time being.
Yang Jian did not easily let go of this old way, he threw it back to that hall, and asked this old way to bury the bones of the monks in this hall before he returned.
Regardless, the dead are dead, and these bones should not be used to set up evil formations.
What's more, many of the monks who came here came with the purpose of saving Beiju Luzhou, but they died before the Miasma Lake.
Yang Jian thought he didn't have too many noble sentiments. He came here to get treasures. This was just a matter of convenience.
I have searched a few spiritual treasures and nearly ten magic treasures that are expected to be advanced in the old way. This trip has been quite rewarding.
After wandering in front of the Miasma Lake for a long time, Yang Jian just selected an area, took out the Lingbao gourd he used before, repeatedly practiced it with profound energy, and threw it into the Miasma Lake and kept trying, and finally determined-as long as he Hiding in the gourd, there is no fear of the miasma that can corrode everything.
The function of Lingbao is really amazing.
Performing the Three Lives Biluo Jue, Yang Jian turned into a fake body, holding the gourd; reduced his body shape, got into the gourd, and carefully stuffed the mouth of the gourd.
Why, there is an illusion that you suddenly want to practice yourself.
An illusion must be an illusion.
This fake body poured all its profound energy on this gourd, and threw it at Mi Mi Lake!
Yang Jian hid in the gourd ~EbookFREE.me~ felt a cold chill, but was not damaged.
When he noticed that the gourd had started to slow down and there were wisps of gray-white miasma around him, he kicked the gourd's mouth open, and slapped the gourd to the outside.
The gourd's is in front and the gourd's mouth is behind. At this time, the gourd's mouth is continuously spraying out a burst of profound energy, pushing the gourd to accelerate again...
These breaths of profound energy also blew away the miasma from the gourd mouth, making it impossible for the miasma to penetrate into the gourd.
All is well!
The depth of the Miasma Lake is unknown, but as long as Yang Jian's profound energy is continuously blasted out, the gourd can always travel through the Miasma Lake.
Yang Jianzheng was a bit complacent, and felt that the most difficult things in the world were nothing too difficult. He suddenly heard a chuckle in his ears, his heart trembled, and the gourd was already in his hands!
A sweet and ethereal voice rang out, and at the same time, the mouth of the gourd was'relentlessly' sealed.
"It's also fortunate that you can come up with such attention, hey, he is really smart second only to my nephew."
Yang Jian's forehead was suddenly covered with black lines, and the wry smile at the corner of his mouth became more intense.
Yes, this is your own digging and burying yourself, right? Picking up a rock and hitting him in the foot, I didn't want to be picked up directly for the bargain. I really didn't have any struggle at all.
Who is it that can ignore the miasma of the lake?
That'sister nephew' really contained too much information.
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Nanzhou, Chaoge City.
At this time, there were empty alleys in the city, and countless people gathered on both sides of the avenue, either kneeling or bowing, and the people were respectful.
On the gorgeous car, the heroic young emperor had some smiles at the corners of his mouth, and looked towards the distant horizon.
As usual, it's time to worship the Human Mother Nuwa Empress again.
But this time, the emperor did it himself, with considerable etiquette.
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