Chapter 603: Quasi-holy puppet
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The Legend of Honghuang Erlang
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- 2021-03-04 09:39:31
Everything is difficult at the beginning, even more so to create a foundation.
Yang Jian knew that in order to strike a force in the Chaos Sea, he must proceed step by step, fight steadily, and devote infinite effort.
It's not easy to say that it is simple.
Just talking about subduing the Four Spirit Realm made Yang Jian somewhat unable to start, but fortunately, the Wuling Master was captured before, so he can use this to make plans.
After thinking about it, you must also rely on the means to control the spiritual core of the spirit race.
Xuan Du and Yang Jianyan had talked about three or four days of kung fu, Yang Jian was dizzy, but fortunately, Ao Xinke helped to record.
When Xuan Du had a dry mouth and said to find some Lingquan to drink, holding his hand to Yufeng, drifting away in Xuandu City, Yang Jian sat there digesting what Xuandu said, thinking about Chen Za for a while.
"Husband, why don't I call some experts from the clan to help out?"
"You can't always rely on your natal family," Yang Jian smiled and shook his head. "This Chaos Sea is no better than the prehistoric, so let the Dragon Race be damaged too much. To conquer the Chaos Spirit Race, it is still to cultivate the power of the Chaos Spirit Race. ."
Ao Xinke nodded softly, glanced at the Wuling Master who was still sleeping there, and said, "This chess piece just happens to work."
"Now don’t rush to let the Wuling Lord return to the Wuling World. You have to find an opportunity so that the spirit race will not doubt her," Yang Jian has a little jealousy in his eyes, "Especially the Black Spirit Lord, I always think that It’s our problem."
"Does your husband want to show off in the Chaos Sea?"
Yang Jian nodded and smiled freely, "With the order of the sage master, I have not been able to return to the prehistoric times recently. What's more, this is also a means to deal with the future catastrophe..."
Ao Xinke looked at Yang Jian, although her words were soft, there was always a power that could penetrate Yang Jian's heart.
"If the husband is determined, I will definitely help him with all my heart. It's just that the husband must be prepared."
"Oh? What preparations?"
Ao Xinke whispered: "In order to conquer the Three Realms, Chaotian Pavilion fought in three thousand worlds. There are countless lives and injuries. If the husband wants to accept the chaotic races, the disaster is still on the Chaotian Pavilion. Is it all right?"
Yang Jian looked a little sad when he heard the words, and he remained silent for a long time.
Then, Yang Jian stood up and let out a sigh of relief.
"When a man establishes the world, he should do something and not do something," Yang Jian said indifferently. "As long as I understand my heart and be selfless, even if I need to kill nearly half of the creatures in the Chaos Sea, I can turn a disc of scattered sand into a great waste. What's the problem with the strong city outside?"
Ao Xinke frowned slightly and stared at Yang Jian's figure.
"Didn't the husband say that if it is a matter of conferring the gods, he will choose a place to hide..."
When Yang Jian heard the words, he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only sigh and face Ao Xinke sitting on the futon without speaking for a long time.
Speaking of retreat, it is actually half helpless and half tired.
Now, Yang Jian is inexplicably impulsive, wanting to create some famous places in the chaotic world where there is no sage shadow, no shadow of a teacher, and no destiny of Erlang in the Chaos Sea.
There is no heaven here, and the influence of Daomen is limited to this place, Xuandu City;
In this place, no one will talk about the Dao Sect disciple, the true monarch of Erlang, and can directly call his name, calling him the name he has used today since he was born;
No worries, so I am willing to give it a go.
Burn a little blood and sweat, go and see where you can go in the chaotic sea!
Even if this fateful trip is just a ridiculous dream, he needs to bloom some light that belongs only to himself in this grotesque dreamland!
Yang Jian spit out for no reason: "I actually just want people to know that I have been here before."
"Husband..."
Yang Jian smiled and said: "I also want to take this opportunity to have a go, and see if I can make a name that belongs only to me."
"Well," Ao Xinke responded with a chuckle, "I'm here to ponder the magical powers given by the uncle."
"I went to walk around the city, maybe then Dinghai Shenzhu would run out by himself."
Ao Xinke exhorted: "Don't take risks easily."
"Well, you can rest assured."
Yang Jian raised his hand to face the Wuling Lord, and said: "Wake up, protect my wife, and don't resist my wife's words."
The Wuling Lord's body trembled, and slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Yang Jian in despair, slowly stood up and stood beside Ao Xinke.
I don't know how binding this method of controlling spirit cores is, Yang Jian left a trace of profound energy on Ao Xinke, and if the spirit master of Wu Ling takes a trouble, he can quickly return.
However, at this time, Ao Xinke's cultivation base is still above Wu Lingzhu, even if the latter makes a move, it will only be suppressed by Princess Wanzhi.
When Ao Xinke settled down, Yang Jian shook his sleeves, walked in the air, and wandered towards the Xuandu city.
He seems to be leisurely, but in fact he is very nervous. After all, there are many restrictions in Xuandu City, some of which can even hurt saints, not to mention him, the "Xiaomi" who has just emerged from the wild.
Prohibition and formation are actually two similar but different avenues; the former is mostly used for refining weapons, and the latter is mostly used for large formations.
Xuandu City is actually a forbidden place, and the remaining formations here are said to be forbidden by the monks, which is wrong and not bad.
Relatively speaking, the prohibition is more complicated, most of the prohibitions here are the products of the Taisu era, which is quite novel for Yang Jian.
Naturally, he was just fooling around, and he was not the first person to be the first person in archaeology.
After shopping for a long time, there was no fluctuation in spiritual sense, and the profound body was completely unchanged.
This made Yang Jian feel a little depressed. He was accustomed to the prosperity of the sky in the predicament, and he was surrounded by strong luck.
But after wandering in the city for a long time, not to mention that the treasure came to the door, and even half of the treasure was not seen.
‘It must have been collected by Master Xuandu. ’
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, feeling the ‘suppleness’ of Xuandu, and he wanted to find a chance to buckle some bones between the teeth of the ancient Xuandu...
After turning a half of Xuandu City, Yang Jian turned around and went to his wife to take a look, and saw Ao Xinke concentrating on deducing the magical powers taught by Xuandu. The Wuling Master was like a cold maid, standing there constantly watching To the surroundings, I really did my best to protect the Fa.
Yang Jian whispered: "Such magical powers can actually rob people's minds. If they fall into the hands of the wicked, it will really be a disaster..."
After speaking, Yang Jian kept shaking his head and flew towards the outskirts of Xuandu City.
The Ninth Major Formation didn't stop him, on the contrary, it still had a sense of being close to him. It should have been arranged before Xuantu.
He did not continue forward, but fell towards a part of the city wall. The four quasi-sacred puppets opened their eyes at the same time and looked at Yang Jian.
It is really incredible that the puppet can reach the quasi holy state.
These four quasi-sacred puppets have their own characteristics.
One is the image of a reckless and brawny man, holding two large bronze hammers, the bronze hammers exuding an astonishing evil spirit, and they are also extraordinary treasures.
The brawny man only glanced at Yang Jian, and continued to stand in the middle, without moving half a point.
One was a woman with several layers of gauze wrapped around her body, her body wrapped tightly, only showing a pair of smart eyes and nose.
At this moment it was looking at Yang Jian curiously, with a little eagerness in its eyes.
There is another one who is several tens of feet high. The upper body is composed of six heads and twelve arms. The body is engraved with a large and complicated formation. The lower body is a cylindrical cylinder, like the barrel of a giant cannon, but It was stuck on the wall.
This behemoth slowly moved its huge body, and the face carved with the formation method smiled a little, and waved to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian bowed his hand in return, not knowing how to greet him for a while.
The last puppet was sitting in the corner of the city wall. It was a veteran dressed in a loose robe. His long hair was messy. He held two pieces of wood in his hand and kept trying to figure out something. After looking at Yang Jian, he lowered his head and continued to play with the wood.
"Are you looking for us?"
A voice that resembled a lark came into his ears, and Yang Jian nodded quickly, looking at the quasi-sage skeleton who was speaking.
It was the puppet who was wrapped in a veil and looked like a woman.
She took the initiative to greet him, straddling the universe in two steps, and appeared in front of Yang Jian, but she was of a petite and exquisite figure, and her head could not reach Yang Jian's chest.
"I don't know how to call seniors. If there is any rudeness, I still look at Haihan."
"My name is fourteen. Just call me fourteen. How should I call you? The great mage said, you are his nephew, and you are here to help defend the city."
Puppet Fourteen whispered, just two or three sentences, which made Yang Jian feel his xinxing, like a girl who has never been polluted by mortal dust, quite pure.
"My name is Yang Jian, and I am the nephew of the great mage."
"Nephew, does it mean that your master is his younger brother?"
"Yup."
Puppet Fourteen nodded, his expression was hidden from view, but his eyes were serious.
She raised her hand a little, cut through the universe, drew out a piece of wood, and carved a few simple but very mysterious characters on the wood.
Yang Jian asked: "What is this doing?"
"Oh~EbookFREE.me~ I'm afraid I forgot what your name is, and engraved this on the pillar of my heart."
Puppet Fourteen said something like this, put the wood back into the crack, clapped his hands again, and closed the crack in the universe.
This hand really shocked Yang Jian.
Where is this place? The Universe Dao is a completely distorted Xuandu City! This girl-like puppet can cut the universe so freely...
Sure enough, Great Master Xuandu once said that all the puppets here have combat power higher than their strength, not just talking about it casually.
"Are you looking for us?" Puppet Fourteen blinked, and asked slightly curiously.
"Oh, that's the case," Yang Jian sighed in his heart. He was really sitting on the well and watching the sky. This puppet was just a creation by others. I really don't know the power of these puppets.
Yang Jian said honestly: "I'm quite interested in puppet art, I don't know how to get started..."
"Oh, you want to learn how to make a puppet," the quasi-sage puppet seemed to have quite a clear self-knowledge of herself. She pointed to the corner under the city wall, and made a big circle with her hands, "Go and ask him, we They were all made by him. The puppets in the entire Xuandu City were made by him!"
Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded.
Puppets make puppets? Can you create a quasi-sacred puppet?
What is this!
The story of the wild and chaotic is really nothing but that.