Chapter 642: The sword points to the king!

Yang Jian glanced at the little guy standing on his shoulders, and suddenly smiled.
　　 It is already half a foot long and has the appearance that an eagle should have, but its chubby head is a bit stubborn. At this time, it stops at Yang Jian's shoulders, squinting it is quite enjoyable, and constantly rubs Yang Jian's cheek with his head.
　　 Why did this little eagle grow up a circle?
　　 Really speaking, but thanks to...
　　 "I said that this thing is so spirited that I can smell you."
　　 The woman in the light purple xia robes is leaning against a glass pillar with her arms, who is it not Kong Xuan?
　　 listened to Kong Xuan said: "You left for seven months this time, it ate my nine spiritual treasures, how to count?"
　　 "Remember," Yang Jian said calmly. Anyway, there are too many debts, and Kong Xuan has been in various saint tombs for nearly a thousand years.
　　 Kitty Hawk is not a snarling dog, the latter one eats everything, Xianbao serves as dog food;
　　 Kitty eats the spirituality of a treasure, and the older the treasure, the more spiritual to Kitty Hawk.
It has been one or two hundred years ago to figure out how to feed the little eagle. Yang Jian has already fed it a lot of spirit treasures. Kong Xuan and the black spirit master also found many spirit treasures here for the little eagle to eat, but they are far from being able to let it. It is'mature'.
　　 Its black and white feathers have also turned light gray, as if yin and yang are mixed into chaos.
　　 Yang Jian handed over his left hand, let Kitty stand on the edge of his finger, and raised his hand to caress Kitty's soft feather.
　　 "General Kong, let me go out to fight," Yang Jian's voice was a little tired, "The Four Spirit Realms are almost united, and it's time to find a chance to conquer outside."
　　 Kong Xuan said coldly: "When did I promise you?"
　　 "Didn't we say yes?" Yang Jian was a little bit stunned, frowning, "Brother Kong doesn't seem to be the one who turns back."
　　 Kong Xuan snorted, leaning on it for a little thought, "Alright, I'm tired of shopping here. Do you want to retreat here?"
　　 "I naturally want to take action, but I need to save some strength and deal with some variables."
　　 "Do you really want to deal with Kunpeng?"
　　 Yang Jian nodded: "Well, did you listen to Xiao Hei?"
　　 "I heard her talk to her master about this," Kong Xuan sneered, hugging his arms, "Do you know how powerful Kunpeng's mana is?"
　　 Yang Jian smiled and said, "Isn't he also an unsanctified monk?"
　　 "It's different," Kong Xuan had a little sarcasm in his eyes. "In ancient times, I had fought with Kun Peng. He kept a low profile and didn't reveal his full strength, but he had completely suppressed my five-color divine light."
　　 "Then he stole the mysterious tortoise and mysterious beads, and his mana has skyrocketed since then; several sages could not keep the Kunpeng at that time together, and he spread his wings into the chaotic sea."
　　 "After so many years, Kunpeng has Xuangui Xuanzhu in his body, and his strength is even higher than that of your master Yuding real person, even far beyond yours. So, you have to deal with Kunpeng?"
　　 Yang Jian groaned in his heart.
　　 He had known about Xuangui Xuanzhu being stolen by Kunpeng for a long time, but he didn't know Xuangui Xuanzhu had such magical powers.
　　 "No matter how difficult it is, we must go head-on," Yang Jian said, "If we don't get rid of him, tomorrow's powerful enemy will strike, and he will hit us in the back with a stubborn hammer, and then he will really be defeated."
　　 Kong Xuan shrugged, and said: "You are a hero who is going to save the prehistoric heroes. I am a lone shadow squeezed out by my clan. This matter has nothing to do with me."
　　 "With the exception of the demon master, you don't need to worry about Brother Kong, can Brother Kong help me and wait for a helping hand? Integrating the Chaos Spirit Race, the power of the five-color divine light is indispensable."
　　 "What are the benefits?"
　　Yang Jian said, "Brother Kong mentioned it by himself."
　　 "Well, I still want you to continue your blood for the Feng Clan."
"I haven't mentioned this before," Yang Jian couldn't help thinking of Feng Wu and Feng Shan who had lived in Meishan for a long time. "It's okay, but only after the catastrophe; I had an appointment with my wife before, and I will talk about children after the catastrophe. Things."
　　 Kong Xuan snorted, turned and walked outside.
　　 "Where is Brother Kong?"
　　 "Go and help your wife!"
　　 This tone always carries some resentment that Yang Jian doesn't understand; Yang Jian laughed and said: "If you want to go out, you have to trouble your seniors. Otherwise, no one outside the sea of ​​mind will guide you, I'm afraid you will get lost in it."
　　 Kong Xuan stopped immediately and looked at Yang Jian without saying a word.
　　 Yang Jian turned around and said a few words with Liuli Baozhu. He will stay away for a while, unable to continue to retreat.
　　 Liuli Baozhu told Yang Jian not to try the second method easily. After Yang Jian agreed to consult with Master, he sent the two away from the tomb of the saint.
　　 After Yang Jian and Kong Xuan took Xiaoying away, Liuli Baozhu lightly sighed and looked up at the flashing Lingyun directly above.
　　 A line of figures resembling remnants of souls, weirdly appear everywhere in the glazed tomb, and their eyes across the endless years gather on the 81st glazed pillar.
　　 "How much chance does he have?"
　　 "Do you still want to provoke those existences? We can't win, and future generations can't win."
　　 "Even if future generations do not go, they will eventually come."
　　 "Feiyu, how much chance does he have?"
　　 "I don't know."
　　 "Half finished."
　　 Liuli Tomb became quiet, and the afterimages gradually disappeared, and no one said anything.
The Liuli Baozhu sighed again, and the light from various places gradually faded; when the tomb finally returned to its original silence, the remnant soul of the sacred corpse who had been responsible for transporting Yang Jian for many years also closed the pair of godlessness in the pillar. Binocular.
　　……
　　 The Sea of ​​Chaos is too vast to see any boundaries at all.
　　 And because there are countless cracks and dangers in the Chaos Sea, as well as chaotic rules without any order, I want to escape directly in the Chaos Sea, and it is not possible for a saint to do it.
　　 is like the two ‘scrolls’ left by Master Xuandu in Yang Jian’s hands. They were made by Lao Tzu himself and had the power to cross the Chaos Sea.
　　 Therefore, there is no way to know the geometry of the creatures in the Chaos Sea and how many strong people among these creatures are.
　　Even if a real saint suddenly pops out one day, it shouldn’t be too strange.
　　The black spirit world is already in sight.
　　 For nearly three hundred years, Ao Xinke has been busy pulling the four spirit worlds closer to each other and blocking the front of Xuandu City.
　　 This project can be done only with the formation method, but the progress is a bit slow, and it may take another thousand years to complete the convergence of the four spirit worlds.
　　 Yang Jian might have thought that a thousand years was too long, but now he is not too impatient.
　　 and Kong Xuan flew out of the walls of Xuandu City, Yang Jian lightly stroked the Chaos Sea in front, and whispered: "Here, it may be a fortress against the enemy in the future."
　　 "Without a strong saint, no matter how much you plan, it's useless." Kong Xuan pierced Yang Jian with a calm tone.
Yang Jian smiled with a hand in hand: "What if there will be it? If the peak power is even, but the middle and lower tiers are defeated because of the lack of combat power, I really dare not imagine... The Great God Pangu might kick open the primordial coffin. Board, jump out and chop us."
　　 "Hey," Kong Xuan couldn't help laughing out, "You guy, I really don't know what you are thinking."
　　 "It's nothing more than having fun in hardship, if I am not optimistic about the future, what else can I fight for."
　　 Yang Jian shook his head, took a step forward, condensed Dao Xuan Gang under his feet, turned into a flat boat, carrying Kong Xuan and Xiaoying.
　　 Kong Xuan asked: "Don't you need to defend the city?"
　　 "Thanks to you for reminding me," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Go to Madam's side later and send the avatar over."
　　 The nine major formations and the four masters in the city of Xuandu, the tomb of the saints also have the protection of the Heart Sea Realm, and there are also a bunch of remnants of saints who can't find the bottom at all, and those strong men who are nestled in the tombs of saints...
　　 Where is the treasure cave here? It's a terrible place.
　　 Fighting to cross the Chaos Sea, the two rushed to the Black Spirit Realm and met Ao Xinke and the Black Spirit Lord.
　　 Yang Jian looked at and soon began to discuss how to meet the enemy, how to counterattack, and how to quickly control the ‘great country’ to which the Yuling Lord had defected.
　　The name of this big country, Yang Jian, even heard the Black Spirit Lord mention it hundreds of years ago, it was the "Wang Shan" that the Black Spirit Lord said when he coaxed Yang Jian.
"The number of masters in Wang Shangguo is still higher than that of the Four Spirit Realms, and they are also behemoths in the known Chaos Sea," Ao Xinke explained softly, "Our advantage is that the rain spirit master who deliberately let go back then did not know The Black Spirit Realm and the Shang Spirit Realm are with us all the way, and it is absolutely impossible for the opponent to use too many masters in this expedition."
　　 Kong Xuan said calmly: "Why work hard, I'll go to this Wangshang Country Middle School for a murder."
　　 Black Spirit Lord said coldly: "If you can kill at will, why do you need to take action?"
　　 "The two should not argue over these trivial matters," Ao Xinke hurriedly came out to lower the fire, glanced at Yang Jian, who closed her eyes and rested, and had to continue to preside over the situation.
　　 Ao Xinke said: "What we have to do is to use the secret techniques taught by the masters of Xuandu to turn these masters into our own power."
　　 Black Spirit Lord has a little sarcasm in his eyes, "That secret method is really more unreasonable than the magical skill I cultivated. If Dao Sect is anxious, don't care about it."
　　 Kong Xuan nodded, "The things Sanqing does to avoid skinny are more than these."
"Ah!" Yang Jian was a little embarrassed, "Let's talk about how to counterattack. In the past few hundred years of penetration, we have a thorough understanding of Wang Shangguo. Among them, there are many monks from primitive origin, which is a bit troublesome. ."
　　 "I don't want to kill it," the Black Spirit Lord said.
　　 Kong Xuan and Ao Xinke also nodded lightly. Yang Jian looked down and said nothing, but did not mention the method that Yang Jian left for Yang Jian to control the soul when he surrendered to the Black Spirit Lord.
　　 There are some bottom lines, and Yang Jian doesn't want to get to the bottom.
　　 "When will the husband bring Sister Xiao Lan?" Ao Xinke smiled, "If she comes, I can also save a lot of worry. I will arrange management in the rear so that she can lead the plan. It will be a hundred battles."
　　 Kong Xuan also nodded in approval and said, "Xiao Lan is really good at using soldiers."
　　Black Spirit Lord asked: "Who is Xiao Lan?"
　　Kong Xuan pointed at Yang Jian, "He is in love."
"Oh," the black spirit lord nodded suddenly, glanced at Ao Xinke, then at Yang Jian, and said like Sang Huai: "In ancient times, the human race was taught by mothers and mothers. It is ultimately beautiful, but the human race today has forgotten these traditions."
Yang Jian:……
　　 "Let’s talk about welcoming the enemy to minimize casualties..."
　　 reluctantly broke the topic, looking at the three people who were arguing again, Yang Jian felt tired.
　　 What if this brings Xiao Lan here? He is the four heavenly kings under the temporary guard of Xuandu City?
　　By the way~EbookFREE.me~ can't there be a few strong males who can be alone? But on second thought, it is really hard to find masters like Kong Xuan and Hei Lingzhu.
　　 Yang Jian couldn't help but remembered the last moment of the fight against Kong Xuan, when Kong Xuan escaped into the Chaos Sea...
　　 The five-color divine light is transformed into a realm, and the continuous chaotic aura is transformed into the innate five-element aura. Kong Xuan in the sea of ​​chaos and Kong Xuan in the predicament are not a level master at all.
　　 is nothing more than Kong Xuan dared to boast that he went to Haikou and destroyed Wang Shangguo alone.
　　 "Husband, if Hong Huang is busy with something, you just go," Ao Xinke said softly, "Isn't the old man preaching in Nanzhou? Husband must not miss such an event."
　　 Yang Jian was a little surprised, "How did you know?"
　　 "The husband asks his concubine to arrange more spies out and arrange a big net that can gather information. How can the concubine dare not do it?"
　　 Yang Jian was speechless for a while, and silently gave Ao Xinke a thumbs up.
　　 "Old gentleman Nanzhou preaching?" Kong Xuan asked a little strangely, "Why? Consolidate Daoist luck?"
But Yang Jian smiled unpredictably, "No, the good show should be behind." The words paused, and Yang Jian saw that this place was far away from the prehistoric land, and none of the people present here could not help but say, "The old man is afraid it will be dark. They teach from the West."
　　 Hei Lingzhu and Ao Xinke both have unidentified expressions, but Kong Xuan is a bit disgusted.
　　 "Look, what I said is wrong? In terms of calculations, who can compare to the three cleanliness of the door?"
　　 Yang Jian only shook his head and smiled bitterly, remembering that Qianhong, a great saint in charge of heaven, was counted to death by Master Sanqing, and there was nothing to refute.