Chapter 710 The Spirit Eagle Is Different, and the Demon Flag Rises

'To be my teacher and you, one person is required...'

This statement is a bit wrong, if Yu Ding has calculated the future, why is there such a 'choice'?

Yang Jian had to make assumptions about how such a situation would arise. Why should he and his master die together?

Flying out from Yuquan Mountain, the more Yang Jian thought about it, the more he felt a little puzzled, and the joy of obtaining the Dharma of fellow practitioners was also diluted by most of it.

Fortunately, lying on the cloud, constantly thinking about the words of Master Yuding, one doubt after another appeared in his heart, and many ripples appeared in his originally peaceful Taoist heart.

"Maybe I was overthinking it. Master didn't mean to say that, but just said that the road ahead is dangerous, and everyone may perish in the war."

Yang Jian murmured, although he felt that this explanation was too far-fetched, but he forced himself to believe that this was the correct answer.

The road ahead is full of thorns.

Yang Jian has never slacked off since he proclaimed himself a god. He has come all the way to today, but looking forward, it is still cloudy, and there is no gap where the sun can shine through.

"Sanctified..."

Raising his hand and looking at his palm, Yang Jian was a little lost in thought.

He also sometimes wondered why his soul passed through the flood and became Yang Jian; maybe he came to face those powerful enemies, the strongest who could destroy the flood countless times.

The great way, the way of heaven, the way of cultivation, the way of all spirits...

road.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian closed his eyes, feeling the chains of Taoism hidden between the heaven and the earth, as if he was in a strange and fascinating ocean.

Drifting slowly with confusion in my heart, until there is no self and no space, and then slowly return to myself. This process is like sleeping. After waking up, I am already in the sky above the Guanjiang Estuary.

"Wow! Wow!"

Xiao Tiangou came running wildly in the mountains, jumped around Yang Jian and began to have fun, obviously feeling that the body is much stronger than the incarnation.

"Let me introduce a little friend to you," Yang Jian grabbed the little eagle out of the black turtle belt, grabbed the little eagle specially, pointed at the Xiaotian dog, and said, "You are my bird, this is my dog, you will take care of each other from now on, don't hurt it, do you understand?"

Xiaoying's sharp bird eyes looked at the roaring dog, and he barked twice reluctantly.

Xiaotiangou is quite honest, barking non-stop, obviously very happy that he has a playmate.

Then, Yang Jian let go of the little eagle, and the little eagle spread its wings and flew non-stop beside Xiao Tiangou.

"You two go to exchange feelings," Yang Jian ordered, and dropped his hands back to Guanjiangkou.

"Wow!"

Xiaotiangou called out softly to Lingying, then drooped his tongue and looked at Xiaoying, like a loyal 'senior' who obeyed Yang Jian's order and wanted to have a good communication with Xiaoying.

However, when the little eagle saw that Yang Jian had fallen into the clouds, a bright light flashed in the eagle's eyes...

In the place where the troops are stationed at Guanjiangkou, a group of Wu clan children are absorbing the energy of the earth to practice. Zhang Boshi and Yao Gonglin, who have stayed here all year round, go forward to welcome them.

Zhang Boshi smiled and said: "Second Lord, if you have something to do, you can just get a jade talisman and come here, why bother to go there yourself? It's not easy to come back, just spend more time with the mistress."

"I'm leaving now, let's give the avatar some profound energy!"

When Yang Jian glared at Uncle Zhang, the latter scratched his head and laughed dryly, not knowing where he had offended Second Master.

In fact, Yang Jian blamed the six friends of Meishan for not reporting the matter of the Netherworld to his incarnation in a hundred or two hundred years ago; if he glared at the other five friends, he might make them think too much, but Zhang Boshi's thick lines are the most suitable for getting angry.

When he flung himself away and left, Zhang Boshi was at a loss for what to do, and looked at Yao Gonglin as if asking for help.

Yao Gonglin didn't say much, just said: "Follow up quickly, the second master is not angry with you."

"I didn't do anything."

"I know you didn't do anything," Yao Gonglin sighed, "If we had done something earlier, the incident in the underworld would not have caused such a big deal."

Zhang Boshi spread his hands, his face still full of bewilderment.

Yang Jian found his own avatar, and seeing the avatar dressed differently from his own, felt somewhat strange.

When the mind is on the body, the avatar can't think at all, and can only act according to the last 'instruction'.

While Yang Jian's mind was on these two incarnations, Yang Jian's body still had some consciousness, could think, and could simply respond to the environment around the body.

Filling this avatar with profound energy and profound handles, Yang Jian wandered freely in the garrison.

The 1,200 Wu Clan children here have actually been "eliminated"; but they are still practicing unremittingly, lest they miss half a chance.

Perhaps, the hardships suffered by the Wu Clan in the long years before have completely sharpened the state of mind of these Wu Clan children.

Secretly sprinkling some profound energy into the veins of the earth can help these Wu clan children improve their cultivation, and perhaps there may be some late-blooming talents among them.

"Second master."

"Second Master..."

The children of the Wu clan who noticed Yang Jian's figure all greeted respectfully, and Yang Jian would respond with a gentle smile.

At dusk and dusk, Yang Jian rose again from the clouds, screamed at the mountains and forests, and a white shadow galloped into the sky, which was naturally a roaring dog.

However, seeing the appearance of Xiao Tiangou at this time, Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded.

The Lingying stands on the head of the Xiaotian dog with its head held high, as if announcing who is the "chief" of Yang Jian's backyard spiritual pet; the white hair all over the body of the Xiaotian dog is a little blackened, and when it sees Yang Jian, its legs go limp, and it almost kneels down to Yang Jian.

I don't know how the spirit eagle did it, but it silently cleaned up the Xiaotian dog.

"You two," Yang Jian said with a stern face, wanting to reprimand him; the little eagle flapped its wings and flew to Yang Jian's shoulder, its little head rubbed against Yang Jian's neck full of flattery, making Yang Jian want to get angry and didn't know what to say.

Roaring Sky Dog just wanted to get close to Yang Jian to have fun, when another sharp gaze came from Yang Jian's left shoulder, making the big white dog, who was famous in the Battle of the Conferred Gods, tremble all over, and followed Yang Jian strangely, not daring to come within half a foot of his master.

This guy, Yang Jian patted Lingying's head, walked over to caress Xiaotiangou's dog's head, and brought Xiaotiangou back to Meishan.

Letting Xiaotiangou protect Zixia to wander outside is like engraving the words "Yang Jian's Disciple" on Zixia's delicate and watery face.

Moreover, Xiaotiangou's strength is not weak. Although it cannot be measured by Yuan Shendao realm, this big dog has such good teeth that it is easy to bite off Lingbao.

"Going out to experience, the most important thing is to train your mind and sharpen your state of mind," Yang Jian specially instructed Zixia, "When you go out for a walk, remember to keep your mind off your own business, watch more, and study more. As a last resort, you should avoid putting yourself in danger."

"Yes, apprentice, remember!"

Zixia obediently agreed, and immediately kept looking at the Lingying on the shoulders of Xiao Tiangou and Yang Jian.

"Master, what should I call Xiaotiangou?"

Yang Jian thought for a while and said with a smile, "It's good to call Master Uncle."

"Uh...Okay," Zixia walked forward in a regular manner, and called Xiao Tiangou "Master Uncle", who lowered his head and grunted twice, apparently in return.

Seeing this, Spirit Eagle was a little dissatisfied, shrank his neck, and looked sullen.

Zixia smiled and said: "There is also this one over here, should he also be called Master Uncle?"

"Call it, they are all spirit beasts that follow the teacher, and they are considered to be the same generation as the teacher."

"Hello, little uncle," Zixia called out sweetly, and the little spirit eagle immediately became energetic, opened its beak, spit out a colorful stone, and sent it to Zixia.

Yang Jian was taken aback when he saw this.

Feel carefully, the five elements, yin and yang, and seven completely different innate qi are surging above the stone, forming a certain innate formation.

This formation...

It can resist the attack, can cover the breath, and has the functions of gathering and converging spirits. It can also reconcile yin and yang and five elements, and has the miraculous effect of suppressing serious injuries.

He glared at Spirit Eagle, who looked like he had nothing to do with himself, watching the sky and clouds.

In fact, the origin of the spirit eagle is unknown. It was hatched by Yang Jian from a elixir obtained from the tomb of the sage in Taishi; the spiritual egg cherished by the sages in the Taishi era is absolutely impossible to be a simple thing.

There will be plenty of opportunities to question this guy in the future.

"Use this stone to make a pendant and wear it with you," Yang Jian said with a smile, Zixia dared to take it, and played with it fondly.

But he doesn't dislike Spirit Eagle's saliva.

After urging a few words of Zixia, Yang Jian went to the back mountain to bid farewell to his mother; the road ahead was long, and he took this opportunity to "rehabilitate his wounds" and had been idle in Meishan for several months, and it was time to return to the sea of ​​chaos.

Yaoji's words to Yang Jian are almost the same as Yang Jian's words to Zixia; they are all asking them to take care of themselves and not to take risks easily.

Saying goodbye to Bai Ze, looking at Mei Kongmei, who was practicing in the mountain and peacefully, Yang Jian left the Meishan formation.

He deliberately let out his momentum, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was leaving again, and strode forward, out of the void, into the sea of ​​chaos, set up Mo Suo, and galloped towards Xuandu City.

In the sea of ​​blood in the nether world, in the midst of another chaotic battle, Chu Qi raised his head to look at the direction Yang Jian was leaving from, and was able to catch Yang Jian's back through many layers of heaven and earth.

"This guy actually threw me here."

With a cold snort, Chu Qi suddenly changed his style of just watching the battle before, and rushed into the battle formation of the Asuras with two short knives.

"Kill you, look at me!"

With a cold scold, the fearless warrior spirit of the Wu clan also trembled. The twelve commanders were busy mobilizing around, and 1,800 witches fought bravely to kill the enemy, but the Shuras were already defeated.

In the misty place of heaven and earth, five figures sit cross-legged among the clouds.

At this time, Sanqing and Jieyin didn't have to worry about the incompleteness of the way of heaven, they were completely "leisure and leisurely"; Daozi Tianyan in a black robe sat where the four saints sat before, slowly repairing the shortcomings of the way of heaven.

The five of them were all resting their eyes with their eyes closed. The moment Yang Jian left Honghuang, he opened his eyes at the same time, and several gazes looked at the same place.

That's where Yang Jian left.

"It's really enviable to have a disciple like Yang Jian in Taoism," Jie Yin sighed softly, his eyes somewhat complicated.

Laozi and Tianyan Daozi slowly closed their eyes and meditated again, but Yuanshi Tianzun could barely answer a few sentences.

But soon, there was no sound in the misty cloud again, and the five saints returned to their original state, silent.

At the same time, in Wa Palace.

The sage empress is lying on her side on a soft couch. The posture of such a sage is by no means comparable to that of other female immortals. It's a pity that no one is lucky enough to see it, and no one dares to dream about it.

In front of her is a cloud mirror, and in the cloud mirror is the scene of the top of Huaguo Mountain, and the stubborn stone stands quietly.

"This Yang Jian is full of problems."

Sighing lightly, the jade hand shook lightly, the cloud mirror receded, and the voice of the sage empress ordering the little fairy beside her was a bit lazy.

"Go and fetch the demon banner."

"Yes, ma'am," the little fairy quickly agreed, and hurried away with small steps.

Not long after, a wave of monster energy that had been dormant for a long time swept up from the borders of Wubu Continent, and after the initial movement of the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, it once again converged towards Wa Palace.