Chapter 597: Capture Wuling, Troubled Spirit Army!

When Yang Jian was in the Wuling Realm, he had seen the appearance of the Wuling Lord once on the huge projection that recruited soldiers and horses.

It can be seen that the real person is still a little surprised.

The slender body covered by the gauze exudes all the beauty of a woman, and one can't help but feel distracted, with an urge to reach out and touch it desperately...

Under the Lingtai Primordial Spirit Tree, the small bronze tripod suddenly rang softly, and Yang Jian's Primordial Spirit Tree rustled, and Yang Jian himself immediately woke up.

After being distracted for only a moment, Yang Jian looked up again. Although he saw a beautiful skin, he couldn't make any waves in his heart.

Ao Xinke said: "Husband, Lord Wuling seems to be born with the ability to charm."

Yang Jian nodded, interpreting the magical power of charm and turbulent waves as the racial talent of the women of the Wuling tribe...

But having said that, Da Luo Jinxian can only listen to the words of the Wuling Lord, and the quasi-sage can see the true face of the Wuling Lord. This Wuling Lord is really 'snobbish'.

That's right, chaos is disordered, and the weak have nothing to rely on.

Da Luo Jinxian is also considered a master among the creatures of chaos, and a great monk with quasi-sage cultivation, even a monk who has just entered the quasi-sacred realm, will be honored as a guest of honor in the chaotic spirit clan.

Yang Jian was looking at the Wuling Lord, and the light blue eyes of the Wuling Lord were also watching Yang Jian, with a touch of curiosity and a little thought in his eyes.

Only then did the Wuling Lord and the people in the temple notice that they couldn't see through the strength of the man next to this quasi-sage master...

"This is the Wuling Lord?" Yang Jian said something, sitting on the seat, clasped his fists with both hands, "I'm sorry."

Should I find a suitable starting point to start, or just explode and attack?

Yang Jian weighed the strength of these masters in the palace in his heart. Although in his opinion, only those quasi-sages of foreign races could pose a threat, but Lord Wuling himself is also a creature of the quasi-sacred realm.

If the shot is not ruthless, she may escape.

The Wuling Lord chuckled, and many Da Luo Jinxians in the hall showed obsessed eyes, but more Da Luo Jinxians lowered their heads and did not dare to look, obviously knowing the power of the Wuling Lord.

The Wuling Lord asked softly: "Fellow Daoist Luo Tong is really surprising, how is fellow Daoist Qingding?"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "It's almost the same as my wife... Isn't the front line tight? Why don't the spirit master let the generals lead all the heroes to go there first, and our husband and wife have something to discuss with the spirit master."

"Oh?" Lord Wu Ling smiled lightly, "I'm not in a hurry for a moment, what's important for Fellow Daoist Qingding?"

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at his eyes, then nodded slightly, "Since the spirit master wants me to speak in front of so many people, I'll just say it. It's just a little secret about the entrance to the tomb in Xuandu City."

Xuandu City, big tomb?

The gazes of all the monks looked over, and the fog spirit master even showed a compelling light in his beautiful eyes for a moment.

"Don't talk nonsense about this matter, don't offend many saints who are sleeping in Xuandu City." Wu Lingzhu said with a solemn face, "Generals, take all fellow Taoists back to the camp to arrange the siege of the city."

"Yes, Spirit Lord."

The ten alien generals who had been waiting here responded in unison, turned around expressionlessly one by one, and walked towards these Da Luo Jinxians.

It's much more interesting to look at Yang Jian's Dao Dao now.

Several of the ten marshals and generals of foreign races cast threatening glances at Yang Jian, not to ask Yang Jian to tell them 'secret', but to warn Yang Jian not to play tricks.

And the eyes of those Da Luo Jinxians are much more complicated, with envy and dissatisfaction, and some people are calculating Yang Jian's heel, but it's a pity that there is no prehistoric power of heaven to borrow here, so it is impossible to figure out the details.

Yang Jian sat there with a slightly arrogant expression, and waited for the figures behind him to gradually disappear, and when there were more guards beside Wu Lingzhu, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist, can you tell me?" Lord Wuling said in a low voice, "That tomb is very important to our spirit clan. To be honest, I have repeatedly calculated that there may be a chance for me to become enlightened in that tomb."

"Oh?" Yang Jian looked thoughtful, but chuckled softly in his heart.

Listen to Yang Jian said: "Did the spirit master suddenly have a whim to go to that place to explore when he was practicing by accident?"

"It's not a whim, but I was inspired by the principles of the sage," the Wuling Lord sighed softly, "What's wrong with the entrance?"

"Spirit Lord, please come with your ears."

"Bold!" The turbulent female guard reprimanded softly, "Your Excellency, are you uneasy and kind?"

Lord Wuling also frowned slightly, with a little more hesitation in his eyes.

Yang Jian stood up calmly, without any anger, but chuckled lightly.

"You say I have bad intentions, then I will have bad intentions."

As soon as the words fell, Ao Xinke flipped her bare hands, and waves of water suddenly appeared all over the hall, and turned into a simple but stable formation in a blink of an eye.

Like a water polo with a diameter of hundreds of feet, they were directly trapped in it.

But faster than Ao Xinke's flipping hands, is Yang Jian's forward figure!

The body is like an arrow from the string, and the floating shadow is exchanged for the streamer!

Yang Jian had already held the three-pointed and two-edged gun in his hand, pointing at the tip of the gun obliquely, wanting to seal his throat!

The guards suddenly changed their colors, but their actions at this time were so weak compared to Yang Jian's ferocity.

Although Lord Wuling's eyes were calm, it seemed that she had expected this for a long time, but when Yang Jian rushed in front of her, her hands barely formed a seal.

With a touch of dao rhyme flowing, Yang Jian stabbed forward with his long spear, directly piercing through the figure of Lord Wuling, but there was no feeling of touching the entity at all...

Fog spirit supernatural powers!

Among the guards, suddenly there were two old-looking female guards whose aura surged, one was the peak of Da Luo, and the other was a real quasi-sage. Together with the turbulent female guard, they rushed towards Yang Jian!

Ao Xinke quickly strengthened the formation, Yang Jian's eyes flashed a little murderous intent, the spear in his hand suddenly turned into thousands of hundreds, and launched a fierce offensive against Wu Lingzhu's delicate body that seemed to be insubstantial!

The soft couch shattered, the high platform collapsed, and the formation that Ao Xinke had worked so hard to build was almost destroyed by the shadow of the gun.

Yang Jian frowned, and looked at the Wu Lingzhu who was sneering at him in front of him, and the latter was not injured at all.

This is phantom?

No, she was indeed standing in front of him, Yang Jian was sure of this.

It must be that her own supernatural powers are too against the sky, and she is completely unaffected by her own offensive...

Although Yang Jian was surprised in his heart, he still forcibly shot and fought non-stop, and two of the three figures had rushed to him!

But Yang Jian didn't even look at them!

A quasi-sacred Wuling clan guard clapped out his palms, mixed with extraordinary spiritual power, trying to push Yang Jian away;

The guard held the short blade with both hands behind his back, and directly attacked Yang Jian's neck and back. The short blade in his hand was also an innate spiritual treasure, and it was extremely sharp. Unfortunately...

boom! Ping!

The former is the sound of palms slapping, while the latter is the sound of weapons slashing.

At this moment, the hall was inexplicably quiet, the eyes of the Wuling Lord were slightly shocked, and the two palms and swords touching Yang Jian's figure were a little caught off guard and stunned.

Indestructible, stable as a mountain!

Yang Jian's body was shaken violently, profound energy burst out vigorously, and the two figures on the left and right were directly shaken backwards.

The turbulent female guard stared fixedly at Yang Jian's neck, and found that she didn't even leave a white mark...

"Who are you!"

The Wuling Lord scolded angrily, his slender body twisted a little, and he retreated like smoke.

How can Yang Jian make the duck fly away?

He walked forward in two steps, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, spearing away a dragon and a snake, and throwing out shadows of black handles with his spear, the shadows of the guns pierced through the body of Lord Wuling one after another!

Yang Jian really doesn't believe that there are magical powers that are truly invincible in this world. There must be a limit for her to endure like this!

"Take them down!"

"Protect Lord Spirit Master!"

Noisy shouts came from behind, streamers rushed into the hall in a hurry.

Ao Xinke's plain hands joined hands, and the torrential flood came out. A huge wall of water slapped towards the gate of the palace, and people smashed along the road, and there were constant curses.

Yang Jian kept the spear in his hand, and the Wuling Lord was already injured, so he couldn't escape if he wanted to escape at this time, so he was chased and beaten by Yang Jian.

The guards of the Wuling Lord in the formation rushed forward again, trying to stop Yang Jian's footsteps one by one, but they were wounded by Yang Jian and repelled.

Except for three or four of them, the other guards could not resist the power of Yang Jian's spear.

"Who the hell are you!"

Lord Wuling yelled angrily, and the two crystal stone pillars behind him were slowly collapsing, but they were affected by Yang Jian's gun shadow too many times.

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he didn't answer, just a burst of attack.

The meaning of the fog spirit is probably that the body is like a fog, without substance? Or can it only maintain the 'fog spirit' state for a certain period of time?

Yang Jian is not very familiar with this place, and he doesn't know the slightest bit about the four spirit masters, so he has already taken a lot of risks by doing it at this time.

Of course, he also has the confidence that he can take his wife out of the way at any time.

"It's really hateful!"

The Wuling Lord obviously endured to the limit, and being beaten by Yang Jian was "ridden with holes", which was also a great insult to her.

The small cherry mouth opened suddenly, and Wu Ling resisted Yang Jian for a while, and his body turned into a water-blue mist in an instant, with only the outline of a human figure.

That stunning pretty face, that intriguing figure are all hazy at this moment.

The position of her eyes was shining with bright blue brilliance, her body was expanding rapidly, and in a blink of an eye she turned into a ten-foot-tall 'fog spirit giant', holding a blue sword in her hand, and directly slashed at Yang Jian!

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and raised his spear!

With a bang, the several-foot-long sword was thrown into the air, and Wu Lingzhu, who endured the pain and forcibly activated his supernatural powers, let out a roar, and his eyes were filled with anger!

"Husband! There are a large number of masters coming!"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and he had already sensed countless figures rushing towards the Wuling Temple, but looking at the Wuling Lord who was shrinking rapidly again in front of him, he felt a little unwilling to miss such an opportunity.

The figure of Wuling Lord tried to retreat quickly again, but Yang Jian had already bullied himself forward, a ray of consciousness wandering in the black turtle belt, trying to find some treasures to restrain this guy.

Lord Wuling scolded angrily: "Hmph! What can you do to me! Today I will capture you alive and torture you!"

Such ruthless words are really suspected of being a strong outsider.

Yang Jian Lingtai suddenly had a flash of light...

Torture, torture... It seems that he really has a treasure on his body, which might pose some threat to the Wuling Lord.

At the gate of the palace, two figures rushed towards them very quickly, but they were two of the ten alien generals who left just now, both of them were in quasi-sage realm.

Master Wu Ling let out a scream, as if urging them to blast through the formation that Ao Xinke had set up, but the scream was less than half, and suddenly turned into a cry full of fear.

Suddenly lowering her head, the Wuling Lord looked at the golden square tube that had appeared at her feet at some point and had swallowed up half of her calf, with a look of panic on her face!

"Don't! Don't melt it!"

Yang Jian shot out a burst of profound energy with both hands, and the golden square tube was shining brightly, like a big mouth, swallowing the Wuling Lord in one gulp.

solved?

Yang Jian was a little unbelievable. Under the staring gaze of the three figures rushing from the side, he picked up the Hunyuan Jindou and stuffed it into the black turtle belt.

It is indeed the first toilet in the prehistoric world!

Fortunately, I forgot to return it to Yunxiao under Qilin Cliff in Kunlun Mountain...

"gone!"

Yang Jian greeted, stepped across the universe in two steps, grabbed Ao Xinke's waist, and then the two shot up into the sky, smashing the roof of the Wuling Temple directly, and entered the shadow of enemies all over the sky.