Chapter 611: See 5 colors again!

　　 Inexplicably, because of the depressed feeling of seeing the layers of clouds and mist, Yang Jian dissipated most of it after seeing the remnant spirit of the Snow Saint, and kept joking with Xuandu with his eyes.
The Great Master Xuandu stared at Yang Jian with a stern face, his arm was slightly pulled down, but he couldn't get rid of Xuesheng Canling's little hand, so he didn't struggle.
After all, this is the territory of Xue Sheng Can Ling, and the two of them also want Xue Sheng Can Ling.
At first, the Great Master Xuandu was unwilling to enter. First, he wanted to lead Yang Jian back to Xuandu City, and second, he had some considerations about not wanting to see this woman in the snow again.
But behind the Heart Sea boundary monument, Xuantu saw that Yang Jian was in a dull mood and was in a bad state. He was afraid that Yang Jian would really make a mistake, so he pulled his skin to ask for help from the Snow Sage Remnant Spirit, and sent Yang Jian directly to the tomb of the saint.
"Come with me," Xue Sheng Canling whispered, pulling the Xuandu and leading Yang Jian to the depths of the hall.
Xuan Du sighed for a long time, letting Xue Sheng's remnant spirit hold him intimately, really didn't want to look at Yang Jian's funny smiling face.
The gate of the palace slowly closed, and the incomplete world connected with it gradually disappeared, the wind was gone, and the chill quietly retreated.
The main hall seemed to be carved from an ice crystal, and underneath it seemed to be the icy surface of a glacial lake. There were a few icicles around, supporting a simple dome.
Boom...
Suddenly, Yang Jian heard some kind of heartbeat, and looked down subconsciously. He was in a daze, as if he saw a coffin of ice crystals under the ice layer with a gentle woman lying in the coffin.
"what?"
Xue Sheng Canling turned his head and looked at Yang Jian with surprise, "Can you see me?"
Yang Jian quickly retracted his gaze, and said, "You have offended you, please forgive me."
"Don't care, it's just a dead cicada to me." Xue Sheng Canling said with a chuckle, looked at Yang Jian's eyes, and said in a low voice, "If you didn't know that you are Tai Chi and Tai Su For the monks after that, I thought you were whose reincarnation."
"Oh?" Xuan Du was also interested, "Whose reincarnation do you think he is like?"
"I can't see clearly," Xue Sheng blinked, "I was buried here in my time, and the spirit clouds of the 108 large tombs here have not disappeared. Where can anyone survive?"
Lingyun...
I saw it from a distance, the silver clouds floating on the top of these ‘volcano’ tombs.
The words of Xue Sheng Canling corresponded to the words of the Taoist priest of the boundary monument.
Yang Jian couldn't help asking: "Senior, which era is the buried time here?"
"I can't tell," Xue Sheng Canling gently shook his head, "I am just a ray of obsession of the saint who died in the past. I am a tomb guard, not the saint of the year."
Xuandu said: "Before the Taiji world, after the Taiyi world, it should be the Taishi world."
Yang Jian nodded lightly and followed Xue Sheng forward, making the hall in front of him more and more empty.
At this time, they should be walking inside a volcano that Yang Jian had seen before; buried here is a sanctified person on the road of ice. The remaining saint humanity rhyme makes Yang Jian's profound body a little difficult to resist. .
Arriving in the middle of the hall, Yang Jian heard another ‘boom’, like a bell and drum, like a heartbeat.
This time he didn't look down, but he felt something and looked up.
The top of the hall above the head has melted, and you see a sea of ​​stars, with continuous nebulae and overlapping stars, and you can see countless stars...
This is the spiritual cloud after the death of the saint?
Faintly, Yang Jian caught a glimpse of a portal in the spiritual cloud, as if it were the way back to the true spirit of the saint.
It is a pity that countless years have passed, and no true spirit of a saint can return. The number of large tombs here has always been one hundred and eight, and it has never been reduced.
"If you are really interested in Lingyun, it is better for me to teach you the magical powers of your dream. Maybe you are lucky enough to enter these Lingyun worlds for a stroll."
The voice of the Great Master Xuandu came from the side, and Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, his eyes were a little eager to look at Xuandu.
Xuan Du smiled slightly: "How about guarding the city for 10,000 years?"
"Okay," Yang Jian agreed immediately, without any hesitation, but Xuan Du was caught off guard.
It is useless to see more, it is better to find the Dinghai God Orb earlier, and then ask Xuan Du about this incredible magical power.
Sleepwalking in tens of thousands of worlds, good luck is born from it.
The two continued to walk along with the Xuesheng Remnant Spirit, and the hall in front of them gradually narrowed, until they reached the end, it was another portal.
"Go out from here, you are among the tombs," Xue Shengcan said softly, "Although your uncle often comes here to hunt for treasures, he can't stop the dangers here."
Xuantu also said: "The one hundred and eight large tombs originally formed a large formation, which settled the Chaos Sea outside. Each of the saints' tombs has the arrangement of the saints before the death, after all, no one wants People disturb their bodies."
Xue Sheng Canling continued: "The most important thing to beware of is the monks who haven't left since they came here. For countless years of self-awareness, the monks who came here in search of opportunities do not know the geometry, and many people are trying to avoid disasters. Misfortunes have hit this place, although most of them are dead, but some have disappeared, and maybe they are still alive."
Xuantu said again: "For example, Qianhong, as you know, hid here when the Taisu world was defeated. No one can guarantee that when the era before Taisu is shattered, there will be strong people hiding in secretly. This world."
"Well, I'll be careful," Yang Jian could finally cut in a word and interrupted the two people's "one sing and one harmony".
After a while, under the gaze of Xue Sheng Can Ling, the two flew out of Xue Sheng's tomb.
Above the head is a continuous spiritual cloud, one piece by one seemingly connected, but distinct;
The entrance is full of large tombs in the shape of volcanoes of various colors, similar in scale and shape, but the Taoist rhyme contained in each place is very different.
"Uncle, where are you going?"
Yang Jian was honest and directly appealed to the Great Master Xuandu.
Xuan snorted a little displeased: "Are you hunting treasure or me? Let's go here, I probably know where the twelve beads are."
Sure enough, since Xuan Du will have a ten-thousand-year agreement with Yang Jian, he must know some exact clues.
There are great roads and rhymes flowing around, and the roads are intertwined like a net, and there are large arrays here...the ability to fly in the air here is also a proof of their own strength.
Yang Jianfei was not fast, but it was not too strenuous; Xuan Du was even more leisurely, constantly scanning around, obviously in order to accommodate Yang Jian's slowing down.
"Uncle, why is there no Lingyun after the death of Taoist Qian Hong?"
Xuan Du calmly said: "The Dao of the saint's era is different, and the strength of Dao saints in different eras is also different. Although there is no difference in essence, they are all strong who jump out of their Dao, but Dao itself There is a difference between strength and weakness."
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. According to this, in these times in the Chaos Sea, is one generation inferior to one generation?
What is Honghuang still struggling with...
Xuan Du seemed to see through Yang Jian's thoughts and sneered, "There are no eggs in the nest? Even in our prehistoric realm, there are not half of the saints in the Dao Dao, we can't lead the neck to the slaughter, we have to fight for it. ."
Yang Jian nodded solemnly, "Yes, you can't be ashamed of Pangu."
"Pangu..."
Xuantu’s voice was a little bit lonely, "The teacher once said that if Pangu God took a half step forward while practicing in the Taisu Realm, the Taisu Realm would be protected from destruction and disaster, and this Chaos Sea would not be what it is now. Like a scene."
"It's only half a step away."
Xuan Du let out a long sigh, then smiled slightly with self-deprecation, and continued to fly forward.
They flew for a long time before passing three or four large tombs. The direction Xuan Du pointed at was still far away, and it would take a long time to fly.
The two flew for a cup of tea time in silence, and Yang Jian asked, "Is Xin Ke outside alone?"
"Relax, Xuandu City is much more stable than the prehistoric cities."
"Yeah." Yang Jian didn't speak any more, just maintained his state at the peak, concentrated all his attention, didn't dare to relax.
The tombs were extremely quiet, and the stardust above his head was shining with a faint light, and it unconsciously attracted Yang Jian's mind.
If there are only one hundred and eight "spiritual clouds", which one is my "hometown"?
Universe, years, time and space, principles, rules, rules...
Originally, Yang Jian felt that he had a general understanding of Chaos Sea and could understand all kinds of visions in Chaos Sea; but at this time, he felt that he knew very little, and his knowledge was far from enough.
And these questions he doubts, if you really go into it, the endless years will not be enough.
The powerful enemy who destroyed the Taisu realm and hunted down the Great God of Pangu is now threatening the safety of the prehistoric, Yang Jian, living in the prehistoric, fights to the end to protect himself, protects his relatives and friends, and protects thousands of lives.
If Pangu took that half step back then, what realm would he reach?
Is it possible that when he reached the apex of the Eight-Nine Profound Art and performed the ninth round of the Profound Art, he could also catch up with the Great God Pangu?
At the very least, Yang Jian saw with his own eyes that Pangu protected a group of creatures into the prehistoric land...
Xuan Du suddenly stopped, Yang Jian barely stopped behind Xuan Du, and did not collide with the master.
Xuantu said: "Someone is fighting in the tomb in front of you~EbookFREE.me~Shall we make a detour or go see the excitement?"
"There are still ways to fight here?"
"It's rare, but it happens occasionally," Xuan Du sneered. "The old monsters hiding here will not move if they don't see the treasure. If they see the treasure, they will run faster than anyone else."
Yang Jian really wanted to know whether the old monsters in Xuan Du's mouth were all great saints like Qian Hong.
It should not be, or rather, not all.
"Go around," Yang Jian said, "It's not what I need, and it's useless to be tempted."
"Goodness." Xuan Du laughed and calculated a path, leading Yang Jian to go around the tomb in the distance.
As soon as the two of them changed their way, several figures rushed out of the tomb. One figure flew the fastest, but the three people chasing behind were dissatisfied.
Yang Jian’s spiritual consciousness was squeezed by the saints here, and he could barely see the blurry shadows;
The Great Master Xuandu saw it plainly and earnestly, turned his head and asked: "It's your old adversary who is being chased. Don't you really want to cheat her? A god-given opportunity."
Old enemy?
Yang Jian is a little bit fanciful, what old enemy does he have? Mei Kongmei is now a cute and cute monster, and she is flying carefreely at butterflies in Meishan. What kind of old enemies can there be?
Just about to ask, the divine sense suddenly caught the five familiar brilliance, blooming between the tombs...
Blue, yellow, red, black, white!
Five colors of light!