Chapter 674: Residual bone

Turning around, he saw a gleaming, slightly blessed Duobao stepping over the clouds. He kept tossing his sleeves, and he was walking ‘willful and reckless’, not at all related to majesty.
　　 Thinking about the previous grudges, Yang Jian's heart is still a little guilty.
　　 "I have seen my uncle."
　　 No matter what, Yang Jian still treats each other with Taoist courtesy.
　　 Duobao waved his hand, it seemed that he didn't come to Yang Jian to be unlucky, "Don't be polite, I'm afraid it's hard to be your uncle with my current virtue."
　　 "The uncle is just following the order of the old man," Yang Jian said with a smile, "I don't know why the uncle has been looking for me?"
　　 "Ah...I just finished doing things, I don't know what to do," Duobao smiled, "Looking at your incarnation here, I want to chat with you."
　　 Yang Jian said: "Why don't the uncle go to find the God of Wealth and the others?"
　　 "It’s inconvenient to go to Heaven, nor to Jinao Island, alas..."
　　 Duobao looked at the gilt robe on his body and sighed: "Although he has gained a lot of benefits, he doesn't have Xiaoyao. I don't know if it is a benefit or a disadvantage."
　　 "Uncle, why don't you let me go to Guanjiangkou for a glass of wine?"
　　 "Go," Duobao didn't dislike it, and took Yang Jian to the Guanjiang Estuary, making Yang Jian dumbfounded.
　　 Feelings, this former leader of the cut cult, just didn't know what to do after turning the Buddha, so he came directly to him for a drink.
　　Thinking about it carefully, the identity of the Empress Duobaohua is indeed embarrassing; he is obviously not suitable to go to the Taoist gate. This golden light is lingering, and the Taoist peers and juniors will not be seen.
　　 He went to Lingshan to sit on a cold bench, and Buddhism up and down wanted to cramp him.
　　 Heavenly Court is also unwilling to go, Duobao should not want to see Zhao Gongming and others who were in the heavenly court; and Jinao Island, he also has no face to go back. Although Huafo is not Dubao's original wish, he has already deviated from the Taoist door.
　　 "Oh...Master, I have hurt me too!"
After drinking two cups of water and wine, Duo Bao raised his head and sighed. Just as Yang Jian wanted to comfort Duo Bao, he heard Duo Bao say in his mouth: "I was a free agent. When the who ruined too vegetarian came, I said to go. How convenient is it to leave? Now Yihua Buddha has tied me to the path of heaven. As long as the other party breaks through the wilderness and follows the mark of the path of heaven, it won't work for me to hide anywhere!"
　　 Yang Jian was speechless.
　　 How do you say, Master Duobao is far-sighted, and his thoughts are far-reaching, which makes him truly admire.
　　The horizontal comparison of the first disciples of the three Taoist religions means that the master of Guangchengzi is still normal, Duobao and Xuandu...
　　 It's hard to say, it's hard to say.
　　 "Uncle Master is joking," Yang Jian said, "The prehistoric world is the place where the primordial creatures live. We must fight our enemies bravely and keep those strong enemies out."
"Stop it? Don't be kidding," Duobao shook his head into a rattle, and then glanced at Yang Jian. "You should have been to Xuandu City, and you can say such things when you look at the piles of saint graves. I am I don’t know how to express my admiration for you, nephew."
　　 Yang Jianzhen laughed, he not only saw those graves, but also...
　　 Duobao has been imprisoned by Lao Tzu after he was entrusted with the gods. He was just released and naturally I don't know what Yang Jian did in Xuandu City.
　　Yang Jian didn't explain much, just said: "In fact, we may not have no chance to win. There is no way out of the sky, and there will be a ray of life."
"A ray of vitality?" Daobao sneered. "The aura of Dao ancestor is no longer in the way of heaven. Obviously, the three teachers have already eliminated Dao ancestors; don't you know the master nephew? That Dao ancestor is actually the enemy of Pangu God The spies sent here!"
　　 Yang Jian nodded quite agreeably, and with great interest, among the population of Duobaodao, he repeated many things he had known for a long time.
　　 Duobao's spit was flying, but most of his words were negative, and he was totally unoptimistic about the future war.
　　 "I see, we don't need to fight at all. We just choose a few big worlds and throw them to other corners of the Chaos Sea, hoping that they can escape this disaster."
　　 Yang Jian finally understood that Duobao didn't talk casually, but really didn't like Honghuang, and his words were full of negative pessimism.
　　A typical ‘flight doctrine’
　　 "Uncle," Yang Jian didn't go to mention these, just said, "What are the plans for Uncle next?"
"Find a place to sleep, and wait for those enemies to show up comfortably," Taobao Taoist looked at himself like a big gold-plated hand, "what else can I do? I was chained to the wilderness by the master and wanted to escape. I don't even know where to escape... Sigh..."
　　 "You don't necessarily lose," Yang Jian said, just about to explain something to Taobao Daoist, but he felt that there was some movement in the body of Chaos Sea.
　　 Yang Jian suddenly came to his mind, and immediately said: "Uncle drank first. If there is not enough wine, someone will send it. I have something in the chaotic sea, so I will deal with it first."
　　 "Oh? What's the matter?" Duobao suddenly smiled and asked, "Is there any benefit? If there is any benefit, Uncle, I will also go for a while."
　　Yang Jian smiled and said, "Yes, but you have a way to cross the Chaos Sea, Uncle? Not much to say, I'll go first."
　　 "Hey! What the hell, tell Uncle Uncle!" Duo Bao took Yang Jian by the arm and shouted, while Yang Jian was worried about the safety of the Dark Spirit Lord and started to shift his mind.
　　 When his mind pulled away from this avatar, Yang Jian whispered: "Get rid of Kunpeng."
　　 Dabao Taoist immediately let go of Yang Jian's arm and sat comfortably in the lounge chair of the bamboo pavilion, "Then I am still drinking here in a comfortable bar. It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me."
　　 The sea of ​​chaos, the wreckage of heaven and earth, and those hundred mountains.
　　 Yang Jian immediately released his mind after his mind returned, and found that there was nothing unusual around him, and the middle-aged sword fairy that the Black Spirit Lord had turned into was sitting in another position a little further away, sipping tea slowly.
　　 "I'm back?" The black spirit master's voice immediately entered his ears.
　　 Yang Jian coughed calmly, opened his eyes, his face was gloomy, as if he was feeling sentimental for repairing for so long, but the result was nothing.
　　 is unremarkable.
　　 "I'm back," Yang Jian said in reply, got up and walked to the door, turning over the wooden sign that the idlers were prevented from entering, and immediately there was a chaotic spirit race running towards this side.
　　 The two continued to speak and speak, leaving almost no fluctuations.
　　 "You found Kunpeng so soon?"
　　 "I found his breath. It should be a little breath that he leaked during healing. It doesn't seem to be leading us to the bait, but the situation... is a bit troublesome."
　　 Black Spirit Lord's voice hesitated a little, and he narrated the so-called trouble in detail.
　　 Among the hundreds of mountains, there are several larger forces, all occupying the entire mountain, but the strongest force is at the center, directly occupying the eight mountains.
　　 Absolute overlord level.
This force is called "Remnant Bone". There are various legends circulating among these hundred mountains. It is basically believed that the person in charge of "Remnant Bone" is a saint who is infinitely close to the road, and it can even be said to be the tyrannical existence of a half-step saint. , Holds the real secrets of these hundred mountains.
　　 Among the remaining bones, there are three equally powerful elders. Judging from the information collected by the Black Spirit Lord, there was an elder who directly broke the peak of a big mountain, and shocked the place.
　　 These hundred mountains are the wreckage of heaven and earth. They have been immersed in the chaotic sea for many years without being destroyed. They are naturally extremely strong.
　　 The elder who can smash the mountain peaks in this place seems to be transformed into a giant beast, spreading its wings to cover the sky; it is also too large for people to see its true form.
　　 "It should be him no doubt," Yang Jian tried to put the tea just served, and continued to say, "When will you start?"
　　 "It's best to draw him out, not easy to move," The Black Spirit Lord was rather calm at this time, changing his previous posture of rushing to avenge him.
　　 probably, it was because she was totally unsure before and didn't have much to rely on. She didn't want to relax her mind, and always wanted to go to Kunpeng to fight for a fight.
　　 But now, Yang Jian had an epiphany and shot Fei Kunpeng body with a single shot. He already had the strength to win Kunpeng firmly, but the Black Spirit Lord began to plan carefully, intending to kill Kunpeng with one blow, so as not to escape him.
　　 "How to quote?" Yang Jian asked rhetorically, and the Lord of Darkness frowned and thought.
　　 After a long time, the black spirit master said: "It's better for me to mix into the residual bones, slowly figure it out."
　　 "That would have taken too long, and Kun Peng is so cunning, he will surely rise up when he smells the wind and grass." Yang Yan replied in a deep voice.
　　The Black Spirit Lord sat there, and the middle-aged Sword Fairy who became a sigh gently, as if he was feeling sad.
　　 "What else is there to do?"
　　 "How is the person in charge of the residual bone?"
　　 "I didn't inquire," said the black spirit master, "it seems to be a mysterious existence, but it is not a good kind to accept Kunpeng as an elder."
　　 Yang Jian smiled freely, "It’s really not easy to find a good person."
　　 "What do you do then?" The Black Spirit Lord was a little impatient, "You think of a way."
　　 "I... OK, it's better to just knock on the mountain and shake the tiger," Yang Jian said in a low voice, "I will go directly to the remnant bone to pay a visit. You arrange people to look around you. If Kunpeng escapes, it is better to leave a mark on him."
　　 Black Spirit Lord slowly nodded, and said: "I have a blood curse. Although it is insidious, it leaves a mark that cannot be erased."
　　 "What blood curse?" Yang Jian suddenly became alert, "Don't mess around."
The Black Spirit Lord sneered, "This blood curse is just using its own blood as a guide, and at most it will damage some mana cultivation base, even if it is backlashed, it will not kill people. Why~EbookFREE.me~ Are you worried that I will go to Kunpeng? With the total death?"
　　 Yang Jian nodded solemnly, "Others can't do it, but you can do it."
　　The Black Spirit Lord was speechless.
　　 Right now, Yang Jian decided on the strategy of'knock the mountain to shake the tiger'. Yang Jian went to the residual bones and walked around. No matter what, he would force Kunpeng out.
　　 And the Black Spirit Lord went to teach the blood curse to the ‘puppets’ guarding around the periphery of these hundred mountains, so that Kunpeng would not be able to escape afterwards.
　　 Probably discussed a plan, Yang Jian dropped a few stones that were of no use to him, turned around and walked out of the private room, walked out of this place leisurely, and slowly leaned towards the central area of ​​the hundred mountains.
　　Remnant bone...
Listening to the name 　　, it seems to explain the origin of these hundred mountains.
　　 Yang Jian is also somewhat curious about the person in charge of the residual bones. If the other party really wants to protect Kun Peng, he has to consider whether he is an ordinary person with Na Qianhong.
　　 Two days later, Yang Jian finally got outside the boundary marker of the Remnant Bone Realm, looked at the entrance of the busy formation ahead, and leaned forward following the mighty figure.
　　 The divine consciousness expanded, Yang Jian listened to the whispers of these Chaos Spirit Races, and could not hear any useful information.
　　 Looking around, Yang Jian didn't find the primordial monk, so he could only find an old man of the Spirit Race who seemed to have a good face and good strength, and slowly rubbed it over.
　　 Knowing oneself, knowing one's enemy, even if Yang Jian's strength soars, he still hasn't forgotten this golden rule.
　　 "This senior, please."
　　 Yang Jian arched his hand and said, the old man looked at Yang Jian a little blankly. The old pink face was full of doubts.