Chapter 599 Tai Su's Legacy of Ze Puppet Method, Nine Levels of Formation Outside Xuandu City!

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Yang Jian entered the city of Xuandu, where these creatures would risk their lives to enter...

If the eyes can kill the Yuanshen Xuanbody, Yang Jian probably has all the scum left by now.

The voice of the great mage Xuandu was like a nightmare to many masters among the creatures of chaos, as soon as he appeared, he calmed down the enemies from all directions.

And the aura that knocked the big black hand away was even more domineering amidst the emptiness and emptiness...

Isn't Master Uncle injured?

When Yang Jian was 'taken' back to Xuandu City, he felt a little worried in his heart, fearing that Xuandu would forcibly attack him in order to protect him, so that his strength would increase.

The black hand that covered the sky really gave Yang Jian a great sense of oppression. It was definitely a powerful enemy that he could hardly defeat at this time, and the mysterious body reminded himself to dodge quickly.

Mystical body and spiritual perception can be classified as the intuition accumulated so far in his fighting skills, which can be regarded as Yang Jian's instinct.

As soon as he entered the colorful formation, Yang Jian was beyond shocked by the sight in front of him!

Looking at Xuandu City from outside the formation, there is only a high pitch-black wall; if you get closer, you can see the numerous scars on the high wall, and you can see that the darkness is nothing but the final color formed by the infiltration of blood of various colors over and over again.

Desolation, sorrow, and a sense of oppressive majesty rushed over.

This is the Xuandu City that Yang Jian thought of!

After entering Xuandu City, Yang Jian saw another scene.

Nine layers of high walls towered in the distance, one layer was higher than the other, and one after another large formations flowed with colorful lights. The further back, the stronger the power of the large formations.

And between the two high walls, there is an unknown distance from left to right, and a width of about a thousand miles from front to back...

In this area, there are stone statues one after another, with different shapes and all kinds of races. Judging from the fluctuation of breath...

They are all Golden Immortal combat power!

These stone statues did not move, but exuded endless coercion, and the aura of golden immortals connected with each other, faintly forming a formation.

And the several high walls that can be seen clearly in the back are also full of large and small stone statues. At this time, only the stone statues on the outermost wall have been activated, and they continue to emit some simple spells and activate many magic weapons for defending the city. The spirits outside have suffered heavy casualties...

puppet!

There are so many puppets here who obey the orders of the Daoist sect! The quantity cannot be calculated at all!

The aura that entangled Yang Jian slowed down after entering the outermost formation, allowing Yang Jian to take a closer look at the surrounding scenery of Xuandu City.

The nine-fold city wall stretches across this vast world, and the chaotic sea seems to be isolated by some kind of power of the law, and all kinds of spiritual energy are flowing peacefully.

The abundance of aura and vitality here is no less than any other paradise in the prehistoric world!

A figure strolled from the front. The light gray Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, the long hair was scattered casually, and the sword eyebrows and star eyes were a little lazy. Who could it be if it wasn't Xuandu who brought Yang Jian here?

Xuan Du walked up to him, let go of the aura surrounding Yang Jian, and raised his hand to pat Yang Jian's shoulder.

"Good job, outstanding military exploits."

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, Xuan Du's words should not be too harsh in his ears.

With such a layout and battle in Xuandu City, not to mention the soldiers and horses from the four spirit worlds outside, even if another forty spirit worlds are called over, Xuandu City does not have to worry about being breached at all!

Don't talk about those puppets, just talk about the nine major formations...

Forget it, don't mention it.

I really feel a little worthless for those spirit races outside who are desperately working hard...

"I'm just minding my own business," Yang Jian shook his head, pulled Ao Xinke out of the Xuangui belt, took out the Hunyuan Jindou, and handed it to Xuandu.

Yang Jian said: "I'll deal with it for you."

Xuandu raised his hand and refused with a serious face: "Poverty Daoist devotes himself to cultivating the Tao, unlike you, the nephew is enjoying it for himself, and the uncle has taken your heart into consideration."

"Me!" Yang Jian rolled his eyes angrily, while Ao Xinke at the side covered his mouth and chuckled.

She is indeed much more at ease than in the prehistoric, and she always feels a lot less restrained—it should be that the sense of mission and responsibility of the Dragon Clan has decreased a lot.

Xuan Du glanced at Hunyuan Jindou, and said calmly: "Let's release it first, or her realm will fall to Daluo. You know, the Wuling clan is also a rare existence among the chaotic creatures... It is said that they have many supernatural powers in the room. You can really try it, and the uncle conscience recommends it."

As he said that, he also cast a questioning look at Ao Xinke, as if asking why Ao Xinke followed.

Ao Xinke was a little embarrassed, and quickly bowed her head to salute, not knowing what to say.

Yang Jian forcibly changed the topic: "Is the master not injured?"

"Injury? Oh, cough cough!" Xuan Du coughed twice, and sighed faintly, "The combined attack power of the four spirit masters... Cough, cough, so strong, alas, this injury can't be recovered after 10,000 years of sleep."

This poor acting...

Yang Jian forcibly held back not to complain, and repeatedly warned himself in his heart: Although this big guy is not upright, he really has the skills that he can't afford to mess with.

Get used to it, get used to it.

Turning over the Hunyuan Jindou, a figure fell out of it, lying powerlessly at Yang Jian's feet, his face was pale.

There is no magic power, and the spiritual power is dry. Although the Dao foundation is there, the quasi-sage realm is a little unstable.

In a quarter of an hour in the golden fight, one hundred thousand Taoist deeds are all in vain.

"You, what did you do to me!"

Master Wuling's weak voice came, with a little panic, she looked up at Yang Jian profusely with fear, but her desperate eyes had a charming charm at this moment.

Yang Jian glanced down at her, ignored her, and just asked the great mage Xuandu, "You asked me to guard the gate, but I am not the opponent of the master of the black hand just now. I am afraid that this gate cannot be guarded."

"Except for today, I haven't done anything for tens of thousands of years," Xuandu sighed softly, "The four spirit worlds are just a few small fishes, and only the Black Spirit Lord is more difficult. I can't see his feet clearly, so I'm somewhat afraid of him. Others...Look at the woman at your feet, how big a wave do you think she will cause when she goes to the wilderness?"

Yang Jian stroked his chin and thought about it carefully, "Naturally, you can't make any waves with your skills, but you may make a name for yourself with your looks."

The Wuling Lord was a little annoyed at once, but she was not stupid after all, she just gritted her teeth and endured, while they left her alone, she began to recover her spiritual power quietly.

Xuan Du said: "Let's go, I'll take you husband and wife for a walk in the city. Don't worry, we didn't make an appointment. If you can't find the twelve beads, I won't let you take the responsibility of guarding the city. After all, there are still some old and immortal people in the chaos that are quite tricky, and you can't handle it at this time."

Although this remark was a bit hurtful, Yang Jian nodded and did not refute anything.

If you can't beat it now, it doesn't mean you won't be able to fight it in the future, and the practice is.

"Go this way. This is the outermost city wall. They are all inferior puppets. There is nothing to see."

Yang Jian was speechless for a while, followed Xuandu and started a one-day tour of the ancient city.

Xuandu City only has nine walls on this side, and the Dao of Qiankun here is completely distorted, and the other three sides are completely 'non-existent'.

The sea of ​​chaos was solidified, and the city of Xuandu was 'embedded' in the frozen sea of ​​chaos. Except for this side that could enter and leave, the other three sides could not enter.

Back then, the six sages tried successively, but they were unable to shake the barriers of chaos on three sides. At least it was the chaos that dozens of Dao sages took action to fix...

"Let me say something first," Xuandu said, "Xuandu City has a lot to do with it. Daoist sects occupying this place are not greedy for treasures. In fact, the treasures here have been emptied by many powerful people in ancient times, and the remaining treasures can only be taken according to their own opportunities. If the opportunity is not there, don't even think about it."

"I'm here not so much guarding the city, but as guarding the tomb. You see, the nine major formations and the puppet technique are actually left by Taisu. They can be used not only externally, but also internally."

Xuandu's words stopped short, and Yang Jian was free to imagine.

Nine major formations, eight batches of puppets, not only external, but also internal...

Needless to say, how many precious materials these puppets need to forge, this amount is really too terrifying.

What made Yang Jian even more speechless was the aura around the puppet.

In the outermost three layers, all golden immortals fluctuate; in the middle three layers, 90% of the golden immortals fluctuate, and 10% of the big Luo Jinxian fluctuate; in the last three layers, the number of puppets decreases drastically.

There are 108 puppets in the seventh stage, among which there are 72 puppets in the Daluo realm and 36 puppets in the Daluo peak.

On the eighth city wall, there were only sixteen figures, among them were twelve puppets from the peak of Da Luo and four puppets from the quasi-sacred realm.

What's interesting is that these four quasi-sage puppets are like living beings, and they even salute Xuandu and Yang Jian...

"These puppets have extraordinary combat power. Almost every puppet can deal with monks who are one level higher than them. This power is a great gift from Taisu to us."

The Great Master Xuandu sighed softly, "In the early years, there were several times when the great powers of the wild and the real strong among the creatures of chaos came together and fought in front of the gate on the fourth floor. I only managed to repel those guys with the help of the four of them."

Yang Jian asked, "Why don't Taoist disciples come to help?"

"In the prehistoric period, there were sages and lords who protected them, but when they came out of the prehistoric period, they were gone."

Yang Jian was silent for a while.

Xuandu chuckled, and continued on his way, "Let's go for a stroll in the city, and I'll introduce you to the four of them later, don't think they are puppets, just treat them as fellow daoists."

"Well," Yang Jian nodded, somewhat curious about the puppet technique.

Mastering the puppet art and possessing endless treasure materials, wouldn't it be possible to create a group of strong troops who are not afraid of life and death?

There are no puppets behind the ninth city wall, but what you see is a dead and silent city. There are many houses in the city, and the light of the formation prohibition is flickering slightly.

This is the true face of Xuandu City.

It seemed as if walking slowly from an ancient time, confiding something to Yang Jian.

"This is Xuandu City," Yang Jian sighed, "Why don't you see the saint's tomb that the uncle mentioned?"

"Over there, do you see those broken walls?" Xuandu pointed to the deepest part of the city, Yang Jian raised his eyes and nodded immediately.

Xuan Du said: "Now is not the time to go there, when these boring guys outside leave, I will take you to hunt for treasure."

Ao Xinke had been restrained by water chains all this time, and Wu Lingzhu, who was following the two of them, had eyes full of shock at this moment.

It should be the first time she has seen the situation in Xuandu City...

"Is it because of this dead land that we fight to the death?" The Wu Spirit Lord murmured.

Xuan Du glanced at her, but said nothing.

Yang Jian asked, "Kill her?"

"The Wuling race is very rare," Xuan Du clicked his tongue and smiled, "The Four Spirit Realm is actually not a threat, and it can be more lively on weekdays, so it doesn't matter if you don't kill them."

During the speech, Xuandu said to Yang Jian: "She is just a pawn being used by others. I know a way to control the soul of the spirit clan. You might as well take her as a slave and let her go back to be an internal response. Let's put a long line and hang some big fish out."

Yang Jian groaned a few times, and looked at the fog spirit master, but he didn't mind running errands for ten thousand years here, and he could keep his eyesight when he was fine.

Nodding, Yang Jian was about to ask about the method of controlling the soul of the spirit clan, but thoughts surged in his heart.

It was the avatar who suddenly had something that made his mind fluctuate.

"Master, wait for me for a while, Honghuang has something to do."

After Yang Jian said this, he sat down cross-legged, and Ao Xinke immediately stepped forward to guard.

The mind traveled back and forth, returning to the incarnation of the Primordial Spirit; the incarnation sitting on the fire boat slowly opened its eyes.

here it is……

Yang Jian stared, Huaguoshan? !