Chapter 737: Xuantu presents a spear and slaughter god!

If the primordial land is finally shattered, how should he deal with it?
Yang Jian thought for a long time, but could not give Kong Xuan a clear answer; maybe he would want to follow Pangu, maybe he would go to find the strongest people desperately, or he would make other choices because of the current situation.
Everything is unknown, and it is indeed not easy to say.
And Yang Jian had rarely thought about what would happen after the prehistoric demise. He always subconsciously felt that he should have fallen before the prehistoric demise. It is very unlikely that he will live to see the end of the prehistoric...
I really don't want to watch this great world be destroyed.
His belonging to Honghuang is not too strong, but he has great reluctance to many people, things and things in Honghuang.
Gossiping all the way, it took more than half a day to reach the Tai Chi Baishan Tomb. Yang Jian ordered Haosheng to entertain Kong Xuan and Fengwu, and set off by himself to search for the whereabouts of the real fire.
Soon, it came back to no avail.
The absence of a giant mountain does not mean that there is no real fire in the more than a hundred mountains at this time. He patiently searched the mountain peaks and spent five or six daylight scenes. In the end, he could only shake his head. Sigh.
"Isn't there here?" Kong Xuan thought a little, "Heaven and earth wreckage, there are a lot of chaotic sea scattered everywhere, it is better to look elsewhere."
Yang Jian asked, "Are there other larger world wrecks?"
"I came across one place when I went out to fight, do you want to go?"
"Let's go, there is no news from Tianyan Daozi. It's better to try your luck in the past than to return to the Black Spirit Kingdom and wait."
The group of people went on the road again, driving Mo Suo, and started running around the Chaos Sea.
This search took more than nine months.
He hadn't seen half of the real fire, but Yang Jian had conquered hundreds of masters of the spirit race and opened up many ‘base areas’ for the Black Spirit Kingdom.
In desperation, Yang Jian planned to return to the Black Spirit Kingdom and waited for the news of Daozi Tianyan, but when his heart moved, Yang Jian suddenly thought of a place...
The place where Master Xuandu slept in, seemed to be a wreck of heaven and earth, or a strange wreck of heaven and earth.
After hesitating a little, Yang Jian still embarked on the road to find the Xuandu, only to ran for nothing. Xuandu had already left the group of Caixia and did not know where he was going.
And in that small piece of wreckage of heaven and earth wrapped by the natural array, there was no trace of the dead flame.
"Senior Mo really gave me a problem," Yang Jian took out the few treasures and real fire he had collected. That purse was particularly eye-catching.
Kong Xuan asked, "Mother, what is this real fire, and why is it so hard to find?"
"Nature is hard to find," Shifeng Lingniao said, "the last ray of radiance when countless true spirits die, there is a tiny possibility that a real fire of nirvana will be condensed. This fire may be fleeting, or it may last forever. It is not the heavens and the earth that burn, but the endless creatures that are extinguished. In the Taisu period, there was a real flame of nirvana, which triggered a battle, and the true flame was missing."
Yang Jian said again: "It's better for me to ask Senior Mo if there is a substitute for this Extinction Flame."
Shifeng Lingniao looked at Yang Jian, "Old Senior Mo in your mouth, but Master Mo who lives in seclusion in Xuandu City?"
"Not bad."
"It's really him. If he asks you to find this fire, you must find it, otherwise he will not help you refining the spear." Shifeng Spiritbird said, "That's a formation everyone, but it's even more of a spear. A madman immersed in Puppet Avenue is very demanding in everything, and it is really difficult to deal with."
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Why do I think Old Master Mo is so kind?"
"Perhaps I know you are following you, so I dare not put up in front of you." Shifeng Lingbird was a little dismissive of Master Mo in his words, and Yang Jian didn't know what resentment they had between them, let alone ask more.
After tossing for so long, I haven't been able to find the last True Flame of Extinction, so I can only go back and ask Master Mo if he has any other countermeasures.
But when Yang Jian ran around in the Chaos Sea, his whereabouts were uncertain, he didn't have to worry about his own safety, but when he set out to return, he was somewhat worried about whether an enemy saint was ambushing around the Black Spirit Kingdom.
On the way back, Yang Jian also chose quite cautiously.
Mo Suo first quietly returned to the vicinity of Xuantu City, and then Hei Ling Nation suddenly sent a large group of people to gather around Xuantu City.
Yang Jian used the method of change to be mixed among the spirit races, and thus entered the Black Spirit Kingdom without knowing it.
There is nothing wrong with being careful.
Ao Xinke, Xiao Lan, Chuqi, and Ao Fangtian went out to greet him near the capital of the Black Spirit Kingdom; Yunxiao, Huanglong, and Chijing were all Yang Jian's elders, and could not go out of the city to welcome him. They all waited to meet in the main hall.
Ao Xinke whispered to Black Lingguo about some changes in the past year.
During Yang Jian's travels for more than half a year, the spiritual core seals of the controlled spirit race have been revised.
Ao Xinke made the decision on her own, leaving only the masters of this level to sit in the Black Spirit Nation, and other quasi-sages and the Spirit Race masters of the Daluo realm were sent back to various expedition forces to continue to expand the power for the Black Spirit Nation.
However, in order to prevent people from mixing into the Black Spirit Nation, the large formations of the Black Spirit Nation are open throughout the year, and all entrances are only allowed to go out and not to enter, until Yang Jian returns.
Yang Jian was naturally full of praise for this.
When Ao Xinke finished talking about the Black Spirit Nation, they were already near the main hall, and Xiao Lan said from the side: "A few months ago, Master Xuandu came here."
"Oh?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, "What is the matter with Master Bolai?"
Xiao Lan smiled and said, "She said she couldn't sleep well. She came to find someone to drink and got drunk. Finally, Uncle Yunxiao said a few words and left soon."
"This master..." Yang Jian shook his head and smiled bitterly. If Master Xuandu could stay behind to help, they would have a better chance of winning against the underlings of the strongest.
Yang Jian stepped into the hall, his eyes suddenly frozen.
Chu Qi said from the side: "Before Xuan Du left, there was a treasure left. He said that maybe you can use it now, right there. We tried to put away this treasure, but there seems to be some restrictions on the treasure, and it cannot be taken. take."
Xuantu Liubao...
A long spear stood in the center of the main hall. The body of the spear was dark red. There seemed to be cracks on it. In the cracks, there seemed to be scarlet tongues of fire.
With just a glance, Yang Jian couldn't look away.
He is a physical cultivator who makes good use of long soldiers. The three-pointed two-bladed spear he obtained in the Dragon Palace is also extraordinary, but compared to the broken three-pointed two-bladed spear, the long spear in front of him is heavy, heavy, sharp and sharp. , No less than it is!
The only flaw is that this long gun is a ‘standard’ single-pointed gun.
The tip of the gun is one foot three inches long and is generally rhomboid, but there is a longan-sized gap in the center of the gun tip, extending from the gap up and down, and there are two more dents similar to a blood tank.
Where the gun body and the tip of the gun meet, there is a blood-red ripple lightly surrounding it, exuding a certain rhyme.
This rhyme is not bloodthirsty, nor cruel, but a pure killing and pure destruction.
Yang Jian has seen this gun.
When the Three Qing Dynasty fought Qianhong, Yang Jian used Yang Jian's hands and gathered the power of the three innate treasures to attract Pangu's true body and directly smashed the Taoist Qianhong. This gun was taken away by the saints.
After the war, when the spoils, coughs, and treasures were divided, this gun was given to the Xuandu Master who had contributed the most and was also the most dangerous in the war except Daozi Tianyan.
Gun name Slaughter God.
‘The true magical soldiers are all conceived in the great road. Where are they created? ’
The words of the Liuli Baozhu are still in my ears, and the slaughter spear in front of me is a magic weapon bred from the avenue of slaughter!
There are very few slaughter soldiers in the world who can compete with Pangu banners and Zhuxian's four swords!
Pangu Kaitiandi is not directly able to be opened up, but also borrowed the power of a Chuangshi Qinglian. After the forty-nine axe opened up a prehistoric world, the Chuangshi Qinglian is like the God Kaitian axe, and he has to do it himself.' Dismembered'.
Different from Kaitian axe turned into three treasures—Taiji diagram, Pangu flags, and chaos clock; there are more treasures turned into creation green lotus, but it is also lower grade than the three treasures such as Taiji diagram.
Three Treasures Ruyi, Taiyi Whisk, Qingping Sword, Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, Innate Five Flags, Three Twelve-Rank Lotuses... Heaven List, Earth Book, Life and Death Book, Hetu Luoshu, Qibao Miaoshu... etc. , I won’t go into details.
And only the lotus pole of the creation of Qinglian, contaminated with the fierce spirit of Pangu fights three thousand innate gods and demons, blended with the original way of killing, and became the supreme soldier of the killing avenue.
This is the Slaughter Spear.
When Qian Hong had not yet become a saint in the prehistoric land, there was a demon ancestor who used this gun to compete with Qian Hong Taoist people. After Hou Mozu died, this gun became one of the treasures of Taoist Qian Hong.
After Qian Hongdao's death, Yang Jian was given the mysterious jade gourd used as a headband pendant, but this gourd played a role at a critical moment—gathering the remnant soul of Lu Chunyang.
In fact, according to the arrangement of the Three Qings back then, after Qian Hong died, Yang Jian would rush to the city of Xuandu, and with the help of the Xuandu Master, he would begin to subdue the Four Spirit Realms and gather the power of the Chaos Spirit Race.
Sanqing gave the slaughter spear to a mysterious capital that was not good at close hand-to-hand combat. In fact, what was in disguised form was to prepare Yang Jian for the next wave of ‘rewards’ after he made great achievements.
When Yang Jian first came to Xuandu City, he did not have the strength to pick up the Slaughter Spear. Sanqing's considerations could only be too far-reaching.
Today, Yang Jian's fighting strength is close to Dadao Sage~EbookFREE.me~ and facing many threats, Master Xuandu took the initiative to send the Slaughter Spear to the Black Spirit Nation, which really relieved Yang Jian's urgent need.
Chi Sperm and Huang Long looked at each other and smiled, and they rarely saw Yang Jian's eyes shining.
Yun Xiao shook his head and chuckled, without saying much, sitting by and drinking tea quietly.
Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Husband, this gun is a bit hard to conquer."
Yang Jian nodded and took the first two steps a little impatiently, and suddenly heard a few movements that looked like a heartbeat.
On the slaughter spear, the blood was swallowed, and the sight of thousands of miles of corpses and blood and bones appeared on the barrel of the gun. A wave of ice-clear killing intent permeated the hall, making Xiao with a low cultivation base. Lan is pale.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, his face was stern, his profound art urged to the extreme, and waves of Xuanhuang body gushed out, completely offsetting this killing intent.
Then, the golden pattern of the debut appeared on the profound body, almost in a blink of an eye, the golden pattern crawled all over Yang Jian's body, from the forehead to the soles of the feet, another remarkable wave rippled over Yang Jian's profound body.
At that moment, the two breaths were distinct and complementary.
Yang Jian opened his right hand, the void in his palm was shattered, and the light and shadow were extinguished, as if he could crush the entire Black Spirit Nation with one hand.
"Come."
Hum!
The gun body of the Slaughter Gun kept trembling, and suddenly flew out with a swish, and fell straight into Yang Jian's hands.
Raising the gun, falling slowly, the tail of the gun hit the ground, and the slaughter gun stood upright beside Yang Jian.
With that dull sound, the entire Black Spirit Kingdom trembled a few times, and the masters of the spirit races who stayed behind in the Black Spirit Kingdom trembled together.
But Yang Jian's beard and beard fluttered, as if the back of a demon fell in Xiao Lan's eyes, even though she looked pale, she still smiled softly. I want to chat with more like-minded people about Honghuang Erlang Biography, WeChat follow "Excellent Literature", read novels, chat about life, and find friends~