Along the way, Bing took him through the Immortal Palace Cloud Path, and gave him the court rules over and over again.

Good guy, like seeing a high-level immortal to salute, not to enter other immortal palaces without permission, etc., the rules of this court are extremely complicated, and Yang Jian, who does not like to be restrained, is already disgusted before he lives.

With such a mood, Yang Jian's followers passed through the palaces of the Cloud Palace, the Bisha Palace, the Wuming Palace, the Sun Palace, the Huale Palace, etc., entered the area of the Seventy-two Treasure Palace, and came to a misty palace.

The plaque on the palace is engraved with the three big characters of "Lingxu Palace".

"Okay, this is the Lingxu Palace, you can go in by yourself!" the soldier instructed uneasily, "Remember, you are not allowed to enter other Xianrao Palaces without permission!"

Yang Jian nodded, watched the soldiers leave, and was about to walk into the Lingxu Palace, when suddenly his ears moved, and he heard that there seemed to be a fairy in the Phi Xiang Hall dozens of zhang away

However, in the next second, when Yang Jian listened with his ears pricked up, the voice disappeared without a trace, as if all this was an illusion.

According to Yang Jian in the past, I am afraid that he would have been unable to resist the curiosity in his heart for a long time, but now he has something important to do, and he has no time to pay attention to it, so he shook his head slightly, and he was ready to leave it behind.

However, at this moment, another female fairy Rao's voice sounded, only this time it was not a scream, but a suppressed frightened words: "Don't ...... Don't kill me! Please! I'm ...... I don't know where Momoyama is!"

Momoyama!?

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, he suddenly stopped, gritted his teeth, and turned his head towards the Phixiang Palace.

Of course, in order to avoid being detected by outsiders, he restrained all his aura and performed stealth techniques.

Soon, Yang Jian quietly touched the Phixiang Hall Zheng

The Phi Xiang Hall is the first palace that Yang Jian entered the court, only to see that there is a fragrant alchemy furnace in the center of the hall, and there are baskets of evergreen grass and famous flowers that do not wither for thousands of years, and then look at its top, there is a purple towering, bright pretense, round and scorching big golden gourd top, and the tobacco emitted by the alchemy furnace is all into the Zheng of this golden gourd

When Yang Jian was secretly surprised, his eyes were also on the two people beside the alchemy furnace.

Among them, standing was a thin man in a black robe, whose face could not be seen clearly, and the one who fell to the ground was a fairy-looking fairy, but at this time the fairy's face was pale and he looked extremely frightened.

"It's ......"

Although he didn't know what was going on, Yang Jian still clearly felt the weirdness of the atmosphere in Lingzhong.

Subconsciously, he restrained all the breath on his body more attentively and listened carefully.

"I'll give you one last chance, where is Momoyama?"

Although the black-robed man's face was not clear due to the black robe's covering, Yang Jian was still in a state of mind, and an icy chill rose inexplicably.

He felt that the black-robed man in front of him must have been stained with the blood of countless lives, otherwise his almost materialized murderous aura would not be fake.

Even, in Yang Jian's eyes, this black-robed man stood there like an extremely terrifying beast, with a black aura that could devour people's souls.

"Who is this man!?

Yang Jian's heart set off a huge wave.

At this time, the female fairy on the ground was even more frightened, as if she felt the killing intent, her delicate body trembled, and stammered: "No...... Don't kill me, me, me!"

The black-robed man didn't say anything, just looked at her without saying a word.

The fairy's pretty face was bloodless, she swallowed her saliva slightly, and she said in a trembling voice: "Momoyama was placed in the Ziwei Palace by His Majesty using his great magical power to refine and transform into a magic weapon!"

"Ziwei Palace?" the black-robed man let out a cry and slammed his palm on the top of the fairy's head, and with the black spreading, this beautiful female fairy turned into ashes without even screaming.

Yang Jian gasped, he didn't expect this black-robed man to be so ruthless, and he didn't even hesitate to kill such a beautiful fairy.

At this time, the man in black turned into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, the corner of the man's mouth grinned, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And at this time, Yang Jian had already remembered the appearance of the black-robed man just now, although he knew that these eight or nine were not the real face, but since the other party wanted to show people with a false face, there must be a secret that could not be forgiven.

If it was anything else, Yang Jian might not have paid attention to it, but this matter actually involved Momoyama, who suppressed her mother, then it was impossible for him to ignore it.

After thinking for a while, Yang Jian also transformed into a scholar, this is naturally not the seventy-two changes of this kind of earthly magic power, but a kind of wonderful illusion - Ming Xuan Technique, as long as others do not cultivate far beyond Yang Jian, it is impossible to discover Yang Jian's true appearance.

This is one of some of the spells that Yuding Zhenren has taught him in the past hundred years, and it is very practical, like the stealth technique used now.

Soon, Yang Jian was tidying up his mind, left the Phi Xiang Palace, and swaggered into the Lingxu Palace.

Unlike the fragrance of the Phi Xiang Palace, which was pervasive and silent, the Lingxu Hall was very lively at the moment, and there were many immortals with powerful breaths standing.

Yang Jian looked around, his pupils shrank, and he saw the middle-aged man in the black robe who had become before, and under the horror, Yang Jian hurriedly withdrew his gaze and walked towards a person who looked like an immortal official casually.

"My lord, I'm here to sign up for the Demon Killer Guardian Dao!"

Yang Jian stood in front of the incense platform and snorted at the immortal official who was drinking the immortal cha.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall glanced at Yang Jian, and when they found that Yang Jian's cultivation was the realm of the Ninefold Immortal, they turned their heads, and it was obvious that Yang Jian's cultivation was just good in their eyes.

The mysterious middle-aged man also glanced at Yang Jian, but the difference was that his nose moved slightly, as if he had smelled something, his face changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

The immortal official behind the desk seemed to be accustomed to it, and after yawning, he picked up the pen and ink and said listlessly: "Name, sect, cultivation!"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and secretly despised the irresponsibility of this immortal official, but on the surface, he smiled and said: "Erlang, no door, no faction, Immortal Realm Ninefold!"

"Immortal Realm?" After hearing Yang Jian's report on his cultivation, the immortal official glanced at Yang Jian in surprise, and laughed at himself: "The young people of today are really newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, and the immortal realm dares to go down to the netherworld blood sea, they really don't know whether they are alive or dead!"

Yang Jian's face remained unchanged, and he smiled: "My lord, I don't know if I have signed up?"