Chapter 778: The remnant soul of the wind boat dies with the wind

The spirit tribe masters of the Three Peaks nation no longer resisted, and the faces of those non-spirit tribe masters were full of silence.
With just one shot, Yang Jian destroyed the obsessions in many monks’ hearts, and even smashed the hearts of the monks who originally followed the white-robed old man, so that Kong Xuan and their interrogation later made it much easier. .
Either die or speak.
But Yang Jian, who had cut a saint on the Great Avenue, seemed to be okay at this time, sitting cross-legged in a corner of Sanfeng Kingdom, constantly searching for the memory of the remnant soul of the saint in his hand.
The gains are a lot, but not much useful.
The white-robed old man's Taoist name "Fengzhouzi" is the Dao saint who surrendered to the strongest in Taisu. Before the strongest went to hunt down Pangu, he was ordered to lead dozens of quasi-sacred traitors to Taisu. Waiting in the Chaos Sea.
Yang Jian already knew that Pangu God and the strongest were in a battle, and both were defeated; Pangu God fell because of this, and left a lot of arrangements before he fell, and even hesitated to divide his soul into three cleansings, leaving a little hope for Honghuang. .
Although the strongest man was not seriously injured, he was silent for a few Yuanhui before he appeared to give Feng Zhouzi the order.
This command is also very simple, that is, let Feng Zhouzi lead his troops to continue to lurch. Although Taisu is extinct and the prehistoric remains, the war is not over.
As for how many of the strongest men lurking in the Chaos Sea like Feng Zhouzi, there is no memory in Feng Zhouzi's remnant soul.
Only one message is clear, and that is, Feng Zhouzi was far from alone who surrendered to the strongest when Tai Su collapsed.
And the strongest man was also quite ruthless in his actions, directly obliterating mediocre people, and all that was left were those with great supernatural powers that were slightly eye-catching...
However, Yang Jian did not get nothing.
He captured the figure and face of the strongest man in the remnant soul of Fengzhouzi.
He was a man who was not so outstanding in appearance and temperament, even like a mortal, standing quietly in the chaotic sea.
Only those eyes have a striking sharpness.
This is the strongest person who wiped out the so-so by his own power? The ‘disciple’ that became Old Master Mo’s heart disease and has always been worried about?
It should be this man who touched his left hand with a palm when he took the Real Fire of Nirvana. It took 70 or 80 days to hit his left hand and he couldn't recover. In the end, he could only recover from Nirvana.
This is the man who is hiding in the land of the prehistoric gloomy stream now?
Yang Jian kept thinking about it, his face slightly solemn.
Compared to when he was injured in his left hand, his cultivation level did not improve much. Even if he had a newly cast three-pointed two-bladed spear, now he faced the strongest person, and he would be crushed by the opponent.
However, the Heavenly Flame Daozi, who had no other choice but to obtain the two deities of water and fire that day, could use the Chaos Clock to block this strong man with the Sanqing Patriarch.
This is the gap in realm.
Yang Jian was able to cut the avenue of saints, but could not go through a few rounds in the hands of the strongest. Although Tianyan Daozi and Sanqing Patriarch could only equalize with the water and fire, they could fight the strongest.
After all, the hurdle of Saint Realm must be passed as soon as possible.
Sanctified...
With a thought, Yang Jian began to search the rest of the memory of the saint’s remnant soul. From the perspective of a bystander, he watched the Taisu saint’s
life
practice, and indirectly understood the Taisu where Pangu God once lived. Great world.
From this look, it was three days.
Almost all those who can become saints have their own era and legend, and so does Fengzhouzi.
Tai Su lived in the center of the Chaos Sea back then, with nine heavens and ten places full of cultivators, and the whole sky is full of big and small worlds.
Even in this great world, there are no mortals. All beings are born for the purpose of cultivation, and they have a high degree of distinction based on their own qualifications and cultivation.
The monks struggled to live forever and climbed up step by step; the already-famous great powers stood on top of all living beings, but they had to depend on the saints, dividing the world into several larger forces, and tens of millions of monks' wars continued year after year.
Taisu was several times larger than the ancient times, and the strong in the Taisu period was much stronger than the ancient power.
Yang Jian has heard about the destruction of Taisu once from Master Mo, but from Feng Zhouzi's perspective, he can still experience different ‘story’.
That strong man's mind was too deep.
Regarding Taisu as a chessboard, when Taisu was at its peak, the tomb of the saint Taishi deliberately slammed into the realm of Taisu, which led to the destruction of'Tai Chi' and'Tai Shi', causing the monks of Tai Su to panic.
Then this guy screamed, using this general trend to disrupt the situation, and step by step to become the master of one party, and through the principle of "unifying all forces against the strongest", he launched a war that spread to all places in Taisu.
When the people of insight were awakened, the situation was irreversible.
This Xeon is really the weakest among the nine Xeons?
How tricky are the other eight?
Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the miserable situation in the Tai Chi Baishan Grand Tomb. All the world was squeezed at will by the big hand, and it became the Buddha of all living beings...
"Oh, how can I be sanctified at the same time."
Yang Jian sighed and looked down at the white light in his hand.
With a slight shock, the last remnant soul of Fengzhouzi was shattered by Yang Jian, and the true spirit was shattered and completely fallen.
But because Yang Jian's shot was too domineering, Fengzhouzi's treasure was destroyed, and all the treasures were not left, making Yang Jian quite disappointed.
Although this method of strength is unparalleled, it is regrettable that there is always no loot after the war.
Yang Jian remembered the aura that he had vaguely caught before, and that seemed to be the opportunity to solve his own dilemma at this time.
Stars...
What's the use?
Yang Jian was thinking quietly, and after another two days unconsciously, when Kong Xuan and Chu Qi came, he just returned from thinking.
Kong Xuan opened his mouth and said: "The Three Peaks Nation has been cleaned up, how to deal with those traitors who are too plain?"
"They recruited?"
"I was frightened by your shot, and all recruited," Kong Xuan looked at Yang Jian as if looking at a rare treasure, "You killed a saint, so calm?"
"Why, I still have to jump around?" Yang Jian laughed, shaking his robe, and slowly stood up. "These traitors will choose a few of them and send them back to the land and send them to the saint masters. Others People... kill them."
Kong Xuan nodded, "Why don't you control their souls and let them make atonement for their mistakes?"
"Brother Kong thinks, what are their sins?" Yang Jian asked back, Kong Xuan was speechless.
Yang Jian smiled and said: "The monks are self-interested, and it is understandable that they are attached to the strong under disasters. Tai Su has ended, and they should go back to their own time."
"Master, does the Three Peaks Nation need to move closer to the Black Spirit Nation?"
"Get closer," Yang Jian nodded in agreement, looked at Chu Qi, and exhorted: "Don't be impatient if you encounter such a powerful enemy again in the future. If you are in danger, you will escape with your life."
"Yes." Chu Qi bowed his head in response, his expression a little sad.
"What happened here, I continue to go back to retreat, Brother Kong, Lan'er, you help me persuade me more, it will probably take a few years for her to relax."
"I know, you know Lan Er Lan'er from the bottom of your heart. Does Feng Wu have a bit of a position?"
Yang Jian was so embarrassed that he could only leave in embarrassment, and drove Mo Suo to the previous retreat.
After sensing the position of the little eagle, he found that this little guy flew farther, and was a little stronger than before. It should have hunted you a suitable beast.
Driving Mo Suo, Yang Jian was thinking about how to have the same sage with the two methods, and he didn't realize that time passed, he had reached the dark golden star.
The big formation is still there, and there is still nothing unusual here.
Activating the Great Spirit Gathering Formation, Yang Jian hid in the middle of the Great Formation again, spilling out the Phoenix real fire, and continued to melt the huge dark golden stars.
Strands of innate golden aura permeated again, slowly rushing towards Yang Jian, and they were absorbed by all those who came to Yang Jian.
If you continue at this speed, it will take more than a hundred years for the Undefeated Golden Body Art to have the chance to become sacred; and the days when profound arts need to be practiced are farther away, and Yang Jian also needs to constantly understand and ponder the immortal realm of the mysterious yellow. It can't be done simply by accumulating mana.
Unless, Yang Jian can also fight against the saints who practice profound arts and fully appreciate the holy realm of profound arts.
Closing his eyes, his mind turned back to the incarnation of the predecessor, still turning into the appearance of the Bodhi ancestor, walking around in the mountains for a while.
The monkey practiced the spells quite hard, but what Huoyun and Qingshan ‘secretly’ taught them were superficial Taoisms. They were able to defend objects, drive clouds, and control magic weapons, and they didn’t have any truly powerful magical powers.
The monkey was not in a hurry at this time, and Yang Jian was naturally not in a hurry. Allowing the monkey to stay in such an atmosphere for a few more years would naturally be beneficial and harmless for his mood training.
He preached twice in the mountains. More than two months after slaying Fengzhouzi, a group of masters from the Black Spirit Kingdom escorted a few Taisu traitors into the prehistoric land, which naturally caused an uproar.
Naturally, the fact that Yang Jian killed the ‘White-robed Saint’ with a single shot also spread quickly in the land with the arrival of these masters of the Black Spirit Kingdom.
Master Tongtian appeared, took the five traitors from Taisu, and said that three days later, he invited all Taoists to join in the Wa Palace to interrogate these people and solve the mystery of Taisu's destruction.
Sanqing and Tianyan Daozi naturally knew why Taisu was shattered and how it was destroyed, but these words are naturally not as convincing as those of Taisu’s ‘deceased’.
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Yang Jian's avatar stayed quietly in the Fangcun Mountain. Although these things were lively, he was too lazy to participate.
And even if he didn't show up, stories about him beheading the white-robed saints were circulated everywhere in the prehistoric; Yang Jian's deeds of beheading the saints became more important, and it gave the cultivators a boost.
It's a sigh that everyone in the world believes that Yang Jian is invincible and invincible, but few people know how heavy the burden Yang Jian is on his shoulders at this time, and how great the pressure he is carrying.
In Fangcun Mountain, the monkey who had just started practicing has become Yang Jian's only joy in practicing.
And such a quiet day, just a few years...
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