Chapter 595: First approach

　　 "Master, when can I learn escape?"
"Are there any places you want to go?"
"Yeah, yeah," the girl gently shook her head, looking at the back of the master by the window, she was a bit embarrassed to sit cross-legged.
Yang Jian's main body was sailing in a war boat in the chaotic sea at this time, and he divided his mind into the incarnation, and came over to give instructions on how to practice.
"Master..." Zixia pursed her small mouth, and asked a little tentatively, "A few days ago, the heavenly court summoned Master, why didn't Master go to the heavenly court to return to life?"
Yang Jian chuckled softly: "I have said that, only my incarnation stays here, how can I fight for the heavenly court?"
"Oh," Zixia's expression was still a little lost, and she whispered, "I still wonder how handsome Master would be if she could wear armor like those heavenly soldiers."
"You don't think about cultivation, so you are thinking about something!" Yang Jian scolded her face, and Zixia smiled, "Then, Master, you can teach me how to escape and save my life. I'm so in danger. Can escape in time."
This apprentice, on the contrary, is getting smaller and smaller with himself, and his master is really not majestic enough...
But then again, the only apprentice of True Monarch Erlang at this time, the disciple of True Man Yuding, the direct sect of Yuanshi Tianzun, opened his mouth to save his life...
"Teach you a golden light," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Your cultivation level is still low now, and you can't master the too advanced method of escape."
Zixia blinked, and hurriedly sat upright, bowing her head in a decent way and said: "Thank you, Master for teaching the Fa."
"Listen carefully... do you want to go out?"
"Well, I want to go out and take a look at the mountains and rivers."
Yang Jian smiled freely, thinking of something in his heart, and said: "Get in here, go and ask Fengshan and Fengwu to leave the customs, and I will take you to Honghuang for a walk."
"Master, are you serious?"
Zixia's big eyes were full of surprises, and Yang Jian deliberately sullen her face and said, "If you don't want it, then forget it, and practice with peace of mind."
"Master, I do! Master, I do! I'm going to call two masters!"
Yang Jian glared at her, and Zixia grinned, and disappeared.
Not long afterwards, two phoenix sounds came from the depths of Meishan, gentle and quiet, but with a little sorrowful Fengwu, and Fengshan, who looked tired and seemed to have tried too hard, was pulled by Zixia forcibly Pulled in front of Yang Jian.
Shi Feng Lingyu was in Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian owed them a little bit in his heart. With a little smile on his face, he said, "You two, go for a walk?"
Feng Wu smiled softly and nodded to Yang Jian, "Okay."
Feng Shan whispered: "Where to go, don't you know how tired we are in our practice? She is powerful now, and she doesn't know the suffering of our little monks!"
"Cultivation also requires a combination of work and rest," Yang Jian also had a little more patience with Feng Shan, and said with a smile: "Which one of you has a magic weapon? The cultivation of my incarnation cannot be wasted, and waste is gone."
"Let me come," Feng Wu said as he took out a piece of fire feathers, the fire feathers scattered soft light and turned into a small boat like a crescent moon.
"Master, please," Zixia waited on her side decently, and Yang Jian laughed and stepped into the boat.
He didn't want to walk around in the predecessor, after all, his body was not in the predecessor at this time. Although this incarnation had some strength, it was difficult to stand alone. It was more reliable to guard in the mountains.
But Tuer wants to go out and get around...
It is difficult for a to have an heir, and Yang Jian learned from the real person of Yuding as Yang Jian treats his apprentice.
Although her name is Zixia, Yang Jian is not so boring to think that she will have something to do with a certain monkey. After all, this is a prehistoric place, and there may be some in the Westward Journey, but that is just a calculation taught by the West.
And Yang Jian is not afraid of Western teaching at all.
The big deal is that the main body will come back and fight the law once, but it will only take ten and a half months.
When I got on the fire boat, I didn't feel the heat, but felt cool everywhere.
Feng Shan leaned in the corner and closed her eyes to rest, while Zixia lay on the bow and looked outside excitedly.
"Where to go?" Feng Wu asked in a low voice.
Yang Jian said, "Just walk around, and it's time to take her to see the world."
"Well," Feng Wu nodded lightly, and flew out of the Meishan Array while controlling the fire boat, and headed towards Central China.
At the bottom of Meishan, Bai Ze, who sensed the changes in the big formation, opened his eyes and muttered: "The avatar is not idle. As expected, he still attacked the two little phoenixes, tusk, this guy."
At the back of Meishan Mountain, he was practicing the big slap of the witch clan young girl, and suddenly began to miss those witches in the clan land.
Perhaps, he should also consider finding a witch, giving birth to a few little witches, and spreading his blood.
Didn’t you see that Yang Jian already has such a skill and is still working tirelessly for this...
"All cheer up and practice what I have just taught you a thousand times, and I will kick you if I don't have one!"
Daang said something viciously, but a group of young witch girls with indifferent faces began to practice the tactics that Daang taught just now.
As for punishment or something, they just listened to the Chief Instructor and never saw him actually do it.
Da Ang patrolled the surroundings with his hands behind his back, found a corner with no one, lay down on the stone that he used to go to, and started to fall asleep.
Probably, this is his usual habit.
Outside Meishan, Huo Zhou didn't fly slowly, and didn't speak much. Yang Jian took out a pot of sake and had a drink with Feng Wu. The two seemed to be unable to find any topic, but they were peaceful.
Zixia looked around on the boat and kept making small compliments.
Look at the Qishan Junling and appreciate the water and the great Ze.
Zixia's long hair that was dressed quietly was fluttering, Yang Jian glanced at her, shook his head and chuckled.
"Hey, my apprentice is also a temperament who can't rest."
Zixia looked back at her master, wronged, and Yang Jian waved her hand, "This is good."
Feng Wu smiled lightly on the side, poured wine for Yang Jian, held it in front of Yang Jian in both hands, and whispered: "I haven't thanked him yet. The true monarch spared his uncle once that day."
"You mentioned it last time, forgot?"
Feng Wu blinked, then looked at Yang Jian, and insisted, "This time it's more formal."
"Haha," Yang Jian laughed twice, took the wine glass, and took a sip with his head up.
"I and he are not deadly enemies, and I am quite impressed by the painstaking efforts of senior Kong Xuan for the Feng Clan," Yang Jian sighed in a low voice, "Although the peacock cannibalize people, now Kong Xuan is an indispensable one in the world. Da Neng, he even went to swim in the Chaos Sea..."
Yang Jian's words stopped, and the following messages were not suitable for others to hear.
Kong Xuan went to seek the enemy, and Yang Jian always respected him.
It was him who involved too much and refused to give up too much. He would rather fight to the death when those powerful enemies came, and protect them behind him, instead of going to risk alone.
Kong Xuan was calculated by the Golden Winged Dapeng of the Feng clan and the Western religion.
"The Feng Clan will not go back in the future," Yang Jian said, "If they find you, you will let me know. They promised Kong Xuan to protect your sisters, and you and I will protect you to the end."
Feng Wu gazed at Yang Jian with tender eyes, and was a little embarrassed to look at Yang Jian.
"Don't think about it, this is my gentleman's promise with Kong Xuan."
Feng Wu said, "Well, I know, I will toast you again."
Yang Jian smiled and handed the cup over. He happened to see the blue sky and white clouds and the fairy courtyard in the sky.
In Chaos Sea, you can't see such a scene.
...
At first glance, the sea of ​​chaos was filled with various gray mists, hidden in the mist, unspeakable dangers.
More than a dozen coffin-like war boats lined up in the Chaos Sea. Behind these war boats, there are millions of figures, some chaotically divided into four large formations, and they keep advancing after the war boat. .
Hundreds of Daluo Jinxian scattered throughout the army, forming a large formation with the three quasi-sages, barely stabilizing the chaotic sea around the army.
This kind of ‘steadiness’ is particularly necessary, otherwise this group of tyrannical forces will easily be swallowed up by the chaotic cracks that suddenly appear, or attract predation by the chaotic beasts.
In the third battleship on the left, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke were sitting on the futon in the corner. Yang Jian closed his eyes and seemed to be practicing.
In fact, Minshen returned to the prehistoric world through the Chaos Sea, wandering around the world with the apprentice through the incarnation.
"Husband..."
Yang Jian in the predicament immediately made a gesture, closed his eyes and sat quietly, and slowly closed his eyes.
As if experiencing the vicissitudes of life and years, Yang Jian's mind withdrew, disappeared in a blink of an eye in the vast chaotic sea, and returned to his own body.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, his blank eyes gradually condensed.
Ao Xinke said: "Do these monsters kill or not?"
Yang Jian wanted to say something to kill, but remembering something, he whispered: "If they don't offend us, don't pay attention to them."
Perhaps, these more than a dozen big Luo Jin monsters will also be a small force to guard the wild.
Although it is possible, they turned the tip of the knife upside down...
"Is it coming soon?"
Ao Xinke nodded lightly and said in a low voice: "Husband, just listen to the quasi-saint's voice, saying that he is about to go outside the city of Xuandu, let us go to see the Wuling Lord."
"Really?" Yang Jian suddenly smiled.
Are these monks in chaos so unsuspecting? They don’t even know about their heels~EbookFREE.me~ Want them to see the Wuling Lord?
It's really the way to die.
But after thinking about it, Yang Jian suddenly understood why they could approach the Four Spirit Lords so easily.
For the monks who came here, in order to find their own chances in the Xuandu City, there were simply too many instances where they met with the Spirit Race.
On the other hand, Xuandu City was almost completely closed, protected by a large formation, and there was no ‘one person’ entering or leaving. No one would have thought that Xuandu City would have ‘strong support’ coming today.
"Everyone, here we are."
A spirit race Da Luo stood up and said, but the alien bull demon who recruited them didn't know where it went, it should be because the credit was robbed by the boss.
Yang Jian smiled, and quietly waited for the dozen or so monster masters on the warship to go down first, and then took Ao Xinke out of the warship and entered...
Chaos Sea?
No, here is like a piece of heaven and earth, although yin and yang are still indifferent, but the sea of ​​chaos seems to be frozen.
Feeling carefully, it seems to be a kind of rhyme of Taoism...
"Husband, that is Xuandu City."
Yang Jian looked up, his eyes reflected on the dark high wall shining under the colorful rays of the sky, and there was a little throbbing in his heart.
Finally...
Tomb of the saints.
Xuanducheng.