Chapter 664: All the remnant spirits come out and meet each other

Yang Jian is still unable to freely perform the escape method in the Chaos Sea. This is the shortcoming of insufficient realm.
This breakthrough allowed him to fly again at an extremely fast speed. If he rushed back to the prehistoric city from Xuandu City, three days would be enough.
The current situation is destined to prevent Yang Jian from being able to'honeymoon' with Xiao Lan for too long; Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan get along pretty well, at least the two haven't fought, Yang Jian is already satisfied and somewhat fortunate.
In the previous wars, the Black Spirit Kingdom was also severely damaged, and it took time to recover.
It also takes time for the smashed army to merge into the military power of the Black Spirit Kingdom, and it will take three to five years to conquer Wangshang Kingdom.
Yang Jian was not in a hurry either. It was useless for him to be anxious. The army conquest was not a battle duel, but he was ready to join forces with Kong Xuan, bring Murong Xiaohe, and go to Wang Shang Middle School to do something together.
If Wang Shanguo is still in his mind and can develop with the Black Spirit Kingdom, it will save a lot of trouble, and it will be a master who controls Wang Shanguo from the top down.
But if Wang Shangguo as a whole has been decayed to the bones, Yang Jian will also consider using a larger war to destroy Wang Shangguo and then stand up.
As long as the chaotic creatures and primordial monks above the Great Luo Realm have little casualties, large-scale wars can achieve the effect of training troops; there are many chaotic spirit races, but there are too few elite troops.
Everything must be considered comprehensively, starting from the overall situation, but also considering emotion and reason. Yang Jian has gradually realized this.
After discussing these major issues, all the masters of the Black Spirit Kingdom retired, but Kong Xuan deliberately assumed that he did not see Yang Jian's awkward eyes, and stood in front of the three of them with his arms.
"Humph," Kong Xuan snorted coldly, looking at Xiao Lan and then at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian suddenly felt a little confused, "What's the matter?"
Kong Xuan gritted his teeth and said: "If you are looking for a third one, don't blame me turning my face and ruthless!"
Yang Jian could only laugh at once.
He didn't speak, but Ao Xinke frowned slightly, and stood up and said, "Why did fellow Daoists say this? It is my Yang family's business that my husband wants to find several wives and concubines, and it seems to have nothing to do with fellow Daoists.
"He promised to continue my Feng Clan's blood," Kong Xuan said coldly, "Otherwise, why should I charge for him here? Humph, I will go and pick up Feng Wu and Feng Shan tomorrow! Don't say anything to be dangerous. If her realm is so low, you brought it here. Is Fengwu realm higher than her?"
With some irritation in Kong Xuan's eyes, Yang Jian was immediately defeated, and Xiao Lan was about to speak, but Yang Jian gently pressed her shoulder.
"Brother Kong, since I have agreed to this matter, I won't regret it. Ten years later, I will take over Fengwu and Fengshan after Wang Shangguo has been defeated. Which of their sisters looks at me, I will not refuse... It’s just that I need time to get along."
Yang Jian sighed and said in a low voice: "Besides, Xin Ke, Lan'er, and I will get together less and more. Even if Feng Wu comes over, I am afraid it will be difficult to be alone with her."
Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan looked at each other, and the two suddenly lost their words.
Ao Xinke glanced at Yang Jian, and then suddenly remembered the visit of Taibai Jinxing and Yuelao when he was in Xiqi in the past, and could not help but muttered: "If so, Feng Clan should have a younger sister... …"
How did this start to be arranged?
Yang Jian was listening to his wife muttering to herself, and she was a little bit dumbfounded; is she overly generous, or does she feel that she can be less stressed if there are more sisters in the family?
On the contrary, Xiao Lan made a little bit of resentment, but didn't say much.
"I will never forget this. The gentleman's agreement that you and I made during the war in the past," Yang Jian thought for a while, and took out Shi Feng Lingyu with a light push on his chest.
It's just that before he spoke, Kong Xuan said coldly: "If you return it to me, don't blame me for turning my face now."
"Ah, this is not well kept," Yang Jian smiled, although he knew that Kong Xuan was only ruthless in his mouth, it was indeed too aggressive.
That's all, she is this temper; she used to be surly at the same time as yin and yang, but now she is a woman, and she is somewhat self-willed.
Strong strength, but also willful capital.
"Humph," Kong Xuan was not stupid, and walked down the steps, and walked out of the gate, without a trace.
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief, sat back in the seat, and opened his arms naturally, but Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan avoided at the same time.
Yes, there is a fire at home, let's coax slowly.
...
After stepping through the Guihong Realm, he has completely integrated the soul with the physical body, but the method of Bi Luo Sansheng Jue's clone is not impossible to use.
Under the ‘stimulus’ of the physical power, the Biluo Sansheng Jue directly entered the fifth level, and also sublimated when it broke through the limit of the return to the realm, and became a look that Yang Jian could not understand.
The Yuanshen tree is already like a real entity, on the tree, there are three light clusters lingering.
In one of the light clusters, there was a fully ripe fruit, and inside it seemed to be sitting cross-legged with a figure.
That is Yang Jian's past.
In the middle light group, another fruit has been fully formed, and there is a figure standing inside.
This is Yang Jian's present life.
And the last beam of light, it was pure light, with inexplicable Tao Yun flowing, it seemed to correspond to Yang Jian's "next life", at this time, I can't see through, and I can't guess it.
Quite mysterious.
But this great tree of the soul has been perfectly integrated with the flesh, and Yang Jian will not be afraid of attacking the supernatural power of the soul from now on; and the small tripod under the tree of the soul, Yang Jian wants to take it back to the master.
Yang Jian took out two drops of blood, and based on not a single drop of blood, he condensed two incarnations with profound energy and profound energy.
Then, Yang Jian directly intercepted the power of the primordial spirit and a strand of natal soul, and stuffed them into the two incarnations; the effect and function are the same as those of the previous direct use of the Biluo Sansheng Jue. The three bodies lead to the heart, and the mind can be changed at will.
But if these two incarnations were beheaded, Yang Jian would directly lose a ray of soul, and the body would suffer a little trauma.
At this level, the most difficult thing to recover is the trauma of the original soul.
But for Yang Jian, these two incarnations are indeed needed at this time. One is to return to the preoccupation and the other is to stay in the city of Xuandu and the Black Spirit, so that the body can walk around safely and worry-free, and take some risks for this. It is also unavoidable.
And Yang Jian’s cultivation at this time...
Just this avatar alone is comparable to Yang Jian's full strength when the Fengshen just ended; this is because the back of the avatar is not enough to be supplemented by profound energy and profound gang, only a wave of explosions.
"I use my real body to find Xiao Hei, and get rid of Kunpeng's confidant trouble sooner."
The three Yang Jian spoke at the same time, and the scene was quite strange.
Then, the two avatars flew away first, and Yang Jian's real body leaned on the chair and sat, looking here and looking at the other side.
Ao Xinke chuckled, and took the initiative to walk forward, holding Xiao Lan's little hand, and the two of them walked towards the hall door hand in hand.
"Sister, come with me, and we should also walk hand in hand from now on. My husband is busy and can't stay with us forever. If my sister has anything to do, come to me..."
Yang Jian watched this scene, wondering whether he should be relieved or speechless.
Ao Xinke’s grandmother demeanor, Xiao Lan’s well-behaved and lovely look, looks extremely harmonious, and made Yang Jian a lot less sense of existence...
It is estimated that Gong Dou drama is no longer visible, but you can consider it.
With a chuckle, Yang Jian's smile quickly faded. He sat there still like a clay sculpture. He didn't know how long he got up before he took a step and left the hall.
He didn't go to find Xiao Hei directly, but went to Xuandu City first. He had many questions about the tomb of the saint and wanted to ask the precious master of Liuli.
For example, the method of the spirit cloud, the situation where the spirit cloud covered the corpse again stood up to fight, and whether there are any legends left by that person, and when was the age of fought...
Before Taishi, was Taichu too easy?
That's too long... Judging from the state of the true spirit river, it was definitely before Taishi. I just don't know if the saints who fell during the Taishi era have heard of such characters.
Holding the broken blade, after the fall, I still use the spirit cloud to wrap the body in battle...
With these thoughts in his heart, Yang Jian hurried past Xuandu City and stepped into the tomb of the saint.
Just taking the first two steps, Yang Jian suddenly stopped and looked forward.
It was still the Heart Sea World like a bookshelf, or the path he had walked many times, but at this time, on both sides of the path, there were ‘breaks’ in the Sea of ​​Hearts of the Sacred Corpse, and there were silhouettes standing there.
Men and women, young and old, have different appearances and rhymes, and everyone's eyes are a little complicated when they look at him.
Saint Remnant!
Guarding the tombs of the saints, the remnants of the saints bred by the power of the saints!
Except for the inconvenience of movement, the colored glaze treasure master who must stay in the colored glaze column, the rest are all on the road, watching Yang Jian.
"Seniors..."
Yang Jian made a remark, and all the remnant spirits returned the courtesy, but none of them said a word.
"Junior wants to go to the Liuli Treasure World~EbookFREE.me~ Yang Jian has some scalp numb, and he whispered something, not knowing what to say.
Fortunately, when a cold wind blew, Xue Ji came slowly with graceful steps, "Don't scare this little friend, everyone, go to the glazed treasure realm and wait, I will send him there."
As soon as her words fell, the sages and the remnants all made a kind of weird way to Yang Jian, and Yang Jian returned their gifts, watching these remnants disappear one by one.
Xue Ji stopped Baizhang away, and whispered: "Come on, I can't get too far from the snow world."
"Yes," Yang Jian stepped forward and walked in front of Xue Ji. Before he could even speak, he listened to the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit chuckling.
Xue Ji said softly: "I guess you have no face to see you now, right? We all looked away, but I didn't expect you to be the reincarnation of the ancient sage...Who are you in your previous life? Could you tell us to listen to it?"
Yang Jian shook his head and sighed, "I also want to know who it was in my previous life, so I came to ask the treasure master, wanting to know some secrets about Taishi."
"Before Taishi..."
Xue Ji's expression moved, and then she sighed softly, "We remnants only have fragmentary memories. Come with me. Let's think about it together. Maybe we can think of a starting point."
Yang Jian was stunned obviously, "Didn't the seniors not move around?"
"Normal situation is that no one is paying attention to anyone," Xue Ji glanced at the corner of her mouth, as if she was a little disdainful of the other remnants, "but everyone has the same disease and pity each other, and they are all born here to suppress the underground city of Xuandu. Regarding major issues, you can put aside prejudices and sit down to discuss together."
event?
Xue Ji's gaze fell on Yang Jian, "You know, how many reincarnations have we seen so far?"
"How many?"
"One, you."