Chapter 597: Capture the Wuling, make the spirit army!

　　 The appearance of the Wuling Lord, Yang Jian had already seen it once on the huge projection that recruited soldiers when he was in the Wuling Realm.
　　 You can see real people, the misty and veil of Taoism flowing gracefully, the slender body covered by the veil exudes all the beauty of a woman, and people can't help but feel the urge to reach out and touch.
　　 Under the Lingtai Yuanshen tree, the bronze small tripod suddenly rang softly, Yang Jian's Yuanshen tree rustled, and Yang Jian himself immediately came over.
　　 It was only a moment when Yang Jian looked up. Although he saw a beautiful skin, he couldn't make any waves in his heart.
　　 Ao Xinke said: "Husband, Wuling Master seems to be born with charm and supernatural power."
　　 Yang Jian nodded, understanding this as the racial talent of Wuling women...
　　 But having said that, Daluo Jinxian can only listen to what he says, and the quasi-sage can see the true face. This fog spirit master is really snobbish.
　　 Chaos is originally disordered, and the weak have nowhere to depend.
　　 Daluo Jinxian is also considered a master among the chaotic creatures, and the quasi-sage cultivator, even the monk who has just entered the quasi-sacred realm, will be treated as a guest in the chaotic spirit race.
　　Yang Jian is looking at the Wuling Lord, and the light blue eyes of the Wuling Lord are also looking at Yang Jian, his eyes revealing a touch of curiosity and light thinking.
　　 Wu Lingzhu and the people in the temple only noticed that they could not see through the slightest strength of the man next to this quasi-sage master...
　　 "This is the fog master?" Yang Jian said, sitting on the seat, clasping his fists, "It's rude."
　　Should I find a suitable starting point, or should I just get into trouble?
　　 Yang Jian thought about the strength of the masters in the temple. Although in his opinion, only the few alien quasi-sages could be threatened, the Wuling Master itself was also a creature of the quasi-sacred realm.
　　 If you don't make a move, she might run away.
　　The Wuling Lord chuckled slightly. Many of the big Luo Jinxians in the hall showed obsessiveness, but many of the big Luo Jinxians did not dare to look down. Obviously they knew the power of the Wuling Lord.
　　 "Friends of Qingding Taoist, I don't know how to cultivate?"
　　 Yang Jian smiled and said: "Similar to my wife... Isn't the front line tight? It's better to let the generals lead the heroes to go there first, and we and my wife want to discuss things with the spirit master."
　　 "Oh?" Wu Ling said with a light smile, "Don't be in a hurry for this moment, what's the important thing about Fellow Qingding?"
　　 Yang Jian turned his head and glanced, then gently nodded, "Since the spirit master wants me to speak in front of so many people, what am I talking about? It's just a little secret at the entrance of the tomb in the city of Xuandu."
　　Xuanducheng, the tomb?
　　 The gazes of the cultivators all looked over, and the fog spirit master showed light in his beautiful eyes.
　　 "Don't speak arrogantly about this, don't run into the many saints who are sleeping in Xuandu City."
　　 The Wuling Lord has a solemn face, and said: "Generals, wait for fellow Taoists to return to the camp to arrange the siege."
　　 "Yes, Lord Spirit Lord."
　　 The ten alien generals who had been waiting here responded in unison, and turned around blankly one by one, and walked towards these big Luo Jinxians.
　　 Looking at Yang Jian's gaze at this time, it is much more interesting.
　　 Ten foreign marshal generals, some of them cast threatening glances at Yang Jian, not asking Yang Jian to tell them ‘secret’, but warning Yang Jian not to play tricks.
　　 And those big Luo Jinxian's eyes are much more complicated, there are envy and dissatisfaction, and some people are calculating Yang Jian's heels, but it is a pity that there is no great power of heaven to borrow, and it is impossible to calculate any details.
　　 Yang Jian sat there with a slightly arrogant expression, waiting for the figure behind him to gradually finish, and when there were more guards beside the Wuling Lord, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
　　 "Fellow Daoist, can you tell me?" The Wuling Master whispered, "The big tomb is quite important to my spirit race. It is true that I have repeatedly calculated that there may be opportunities for me to become enlightened in the tomb."
　　 "Oh?" Yang Jian thoughtfully, but chuckled in his heart.
　　Listening to Yang Jian said: "Did the spiritual master suddenly want to go there to explore on a whim when he was practicing practice accidentally?"
　　 "It's not a whim, but it was inspired by the principles of the saint," the Wuling master sighed softly, "what's wrong with the entrance?"
　　 "The spirit master, please come with your ears."
　　 "Bold!" the choppy female guard whispered, "Your Excellency is uneasy and kind?"
　　 Wu Lingzhu also frowned slightly, his eyes hesitated a little.
　　 Yang Jian stood up calmly, without the slightest anger, but chuckled lightly.
　　 "If you say that I have no good intentions, then I have no good intentions."
　　 The voice fell, and Ao Xinke flipped her hand, suddenly a wave of water appeared everywhere in the hall, which turned into a simple but stable formation in a blink of an eye.
　　 is like a water ball with a diameter of hundreds of feet, trapping them directly in it.
　　 But faster than Ao Xinke's flipping hand, it is Yang Jian's forward body shape!
　　 The body is like an arrow from a string, floating shadows change streamers!
　　 Yang Jian already held a three-pointed two-bladed gun in his hand, pointed at the tip of the gun diagonally, trying to seal his throat!
　　 The guards changed their colors suddenly, but their movements at this time were so soft and weak compared to Yang Jian's ferocity.
　　 Although Wu Lingzhu's eyes were calm, he seemed to have expected it, but when Yang Jian rushed to her, his hands barely formed a seal.
　　 With a touch of Taoist rhyme, Yang Jian's long spear pierced directly through the figure of the Wuling Lord, but there was no touch of the entity at all...
　　Mist and supernatural powers!
　　Among the guards, two old-faced female guards suddenly soared. One was the pinnacle of Daluo, and the other was a real quasi-sacred realm. Together with the surging female guard, they rushed towards Yang Jian!
　　 Ao Xinke quickly strengthened the big formation, Yang Jian's eyes flashed a little killing intent, and the spear in his hand suddenly turned into a thousand, and launched a fierce attack on the slender body of the Wuling Lord who did not seem to be an entity!
　　 The soft bed exploded and the high platform collapsed. Ao Xinke’s hard-worked large array was affected by the shadow of a gun and almost broke directly.
　　 Yang Jian frowned, looking at the fog spirit master who sneered at him in front of him, the latter was totally unharmed.
　　 Is this a phantom?
　　 No, she really stood in front of her, Yang Jian was sure of this.
　　 It must be that her own magical powers are too defying, and she is not affected by her offensive...
　　 Although Yang Jian was surprised, he still forcibly shot and beat them continuously; and two of those three figures had already rushed!
　　 Yang Jian didn't even look at them!
　　 A Wuling guard of the quasi-sacred realm shoots out both palms, mixed with extraordinary spiritual power, and wants to push Yang Jian directly away;
　　 The head of the guard held the short blade with both hands reversed, and directly attacked Yang Jian's neck and back. The short blade in his hand was also an innate spirit treasure, which was unusually sharp, but unfortunately...
boom! Ping!
　　 The former is the sound of palm wind flapping, and the latter is the sound of war blades.
　　 At this moment, the main hall was inexplicably quiet, and the fog spirit master's eyes were slightly shocked, and the two people who touched Yang Jian with their palms and two knives were even more surprised and stunned.
　　 Unbreakable, stable as a mountain!
　　 Yang Jian's body shook suddenly, and the profound energy burst out vigorously, and the two figures on the left and right were directly shocked backwards.
　　 The turbulent female guard stared at Yang Jian's neck, and found that she hadn't even left a white mark...
　　 "Who are you!"
　　 The fog spirit master yelled angrily, his delicate body was a bit twisted, and it retreated like smoke.
　　 How can Yang Jian make the duck flying away?
　　He two steps forward, the dragon walks the tiger step, snatches the dragon snake, the spear throws out the spear shadows, and the spear shadows continue to penetrate the main body of the fog spirit!
　　 Yang Jian really doesn't believe that there is a truly invincible magical power in this world. She can bear it like this, there must be a limit!
　　 "Take them down!"
　　 "Protect the Lord Lord!"
　　 There were noisy shouts from behind, and streamers rushed into the hall quickly.
　　 Ao Xinke's hands were connected to the seal, and the flood raged out. A huge wall of water slapped towards the gate of the palace, and the figures smashed along the way flashed randomly, and the curses continued.
　　 Yang Jian kept the long spear in his hand, and the Wuling Lord was already injured. He couldn't make a trip if he wanted to escape. Yang Jian could continue to chase him.
　　 The fog spirit master guards in the formation rushed again, trying to stop Yang Jian's footsteps one by one, but were injured by Yang Jian's injuries, and repulsed.
　　 Except for three or four of them, the other guards couldn't resist Yang Jian's spear shadow.
　　 "Who on earth are you!"
　　The fog spirit master yelled with anger, and the two crystal stone pillars behind him were slowly collapsing, but they were affected by Yang Jian's spear shadow too many times.
　　 Yang Jian twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't answer, just a rush.
　　The meaning of Wuling, is probably the body is like fog, without substance? Or can it only be maintained for a certain period of time?
　　 Yang Jian is not very familiar with this place, and he doesn't know the least bit about the four spiritual masters. He has already taken a lot of risks by doing this.
　　 Of course, he also has the confidence that he can take his wife out at any time.
　　 "Really hateful!"
　　 Wu Lingzhu obviously endured to the limit, and Yang Jian was beaten by Yang Jian, which was a great insult to her.
　　 The small cherry mouth opened suddenly, and the fog master stubbornly resisted Yang Jian's gun shadow, and his body turned into a water-blue mist in an instant, with only the outline of a human shape.
　　 That beautiful face, that fascinating figure, all hazy at the moment.
　　 The position of her eyes was shining with a bright blue brilliance, and her body was rapidly expanding, and in a blink of an eye she transformed into a ten-foot-tall ‘Mist Spirit Giant’, holding a azure blue sword in her hand and slashed directly towards Yang Jian!
　　 Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and raised his spear!
With a bang, the sword that was several feet long was directly thrown away, and the Wu Ling master who endured the pain forcibly urging the magical powers let out a roar, and Wuqiang anger surged in his eyes!
　　 "Husband! A large number of masters are coming!"
　　 Yang Jian frowned slightly, he also felt that countless figures were rushing towards the Wuling Hall, but looking at the Wuling Lord who was shrinking rapidly in front of him, he did not want to miss such an opportunity.
　　The fog spirit lord figure tried to retreat again, but Yang Jian had already bullied himself forward, a ray of divine consciousness wandering in the mysterious turtle belt, trying to find some treasure to restrain this guy.
　　 "Huh! What are you doing to me! Today I will capture you alive, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com tortured torture!"
　　 Such ruthless words, it is really a bit of a strong outsider.
　　Yang Jian Lingtai is suddenly alive...
　　 Severe torture, torture... It seems that he really has a treasure on his body, which may pose some threats to the Wuling Lord.
　　 At the gate of the hall, two figures rushed very quickly, but it was two of the ten alien generals who had left just now, both in the realm of quasi-sages.
　　The Wuling master let out a scream, as if urging them to blast through the large formation arranged by Ao Xinke, but this scream was less than half, suddenly turned into a cry full of horror.
　　 suddenly lowered his head, the Wuling Lord looked at the golden square tube that had appeared at his feet for some time and had swallowed half of her calf, his face was panic!
　　 "Don't! Don't melt away!"
　　 Yang Jian punched out a profound energy with both hands, the golden square tube was bright, like a big mouth, swallowing the fog spirit master in one mouthful.
solved?
　　 Yang Jian was a little bit unbelievable. Under the stunned gaze of the three silhouettes who rushed to the side, he picked up the golden bucket of Hunyuan and stuffed it into the mysterious turtle belt.
　　 deserves to be the first toilet in the wild!
　　 Fortunately, I forgot to return to the clouds under the Kunlun Mountain Qilin Cliff...
"gone!"
　　 Yang Jian greeted him, stepped across the universe in two steps, and took hold of Ao Xinke's waist. Then the two soared to the sky, directly smashing the roof of the Wuling Temple, and rushing into the sky.