Therefore, in the hearts of the residents of Tianyuan City, this tower seems extremely mysterious.
Yan Yun's current location is about twenty miles away from the Elder Tower.
He stared at the towering blue stone tower from a distance, his eyes flickering.
It is understood that there will be an elder in the integration stage stationed in this tower at all times.
Looking back on the days in the human world, those monks in the divine transformation stage were rare existences, and it was difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to see them.
But now that I have come to Tianyuan City, I will not only be able to get up close and personal with the monks in the integration stage, but I will even have the opportunity to ask them for advice on how to practice in the future.
Staying here seems to be a good choice until you clear yourself of the alien aura.
Yan Yun thought silently in his heart. Regarding the matter of competing for the spiritual land with the man with hanging eyebrows, judging from his experience of fighting against the monks in the Void Refining Stage, he was not worried too much.
After observing for a while, Yan Yun's body flashed with green light, turning into a blue rainbow and flying quickly towards Feiling Hall.
After returning to his residence, Yan Yun immediately activated the restriction and after confirming that it was correct, he entered the secret room and sat down cross-legged.
Although he is confident about the showdown three days later, he still will not take it lightly and make no preparations.
During Yan Yun's journey of cultivating immortality, he encountered a small problem that needed to be solved urgently.
He flicked his sleeve, and a delicate silver ring appeared on his other hand.
Although this object looks light and hollow, it is actually a spirit animal ring that is comparable to a storage bracelet in the spirit world. It contains multiple independent spaces and is specially designed to store various spirit beasts and spirit insects.
After returning from the Tomb of the Sunset expedition, Yan Yun collected all the precious spiritual pets such as gold-eating insects and soul-crying beasts into it, so the original spirit beast bag was discarded.
At this moment, he caressed the spirit beast ring, and then a ball of yellow light flew out from it, quickly expanded and became larger, turning into a small beast about the size of a foot, tightly bound by a green rope - the same one that was in the Tomb of the Sunset that day. The mutated leopard lin beast captured by the spirit tribe.
According to Shi Yan's memory, this leopard lin beast looks like an ordinary leopard, but in fact it contains the blood of Qilin. Coupled with its mutated body, although it is underage, it already has the strength of a Nascent Soul monk.
While Yan Yun was recovering his mana, he tried to subdue the beast, but due to its wild and untamable nature and the beginning of his intelligence, he showed a will to die rather than surrender.
Due to the lack of effective taming methods, Yan Yun had to temporarily place the spirit beast in a spirit beast ring, planning to gradually reduce its wildness over time.
After being imprisoned for decades, the spirit beast finally showed its surrender and sent a signal for peace to Yan Yun.
Yan Yun failed to pay immediate attention to this matter due to the continuous disasters and other major events.
Currently, he has a three-day window, which is enough to complete the process of subduing the spiritual beast.
When the spirit beast was released from the spirit beast ring, it immediately let out a plaintive whimper at Yan Yun.
There is an almost human pleading look in its green eyes, and its petite body is similar to that of a big cat, making it particularly endearing.
"I will impose restrictions on you at this moment. If you are willing to let go of the myth, I will remove the shackles on you and grant you some benefits. Otherwise, you will face a hundred years of imprisonment."
Yan Yun put forward the conditions bluntly.
Although the spirit beast had limited intelligence, it was obviously able to understand Yan Yun's intentions. After its body trembled slightly, it could only nod in agreement.
Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, waved his hand gently, and more than ten slender silver needles appeared in his hand. Then his wrist flicked, and all the silver needles instantly sank into the spirit beast's body.
Yan Yun then took out a bright red talisman, spurted out blood essence from his mouth, waved his fingers, and the talisman turned into blood mist.
He slapped the Tianling Cap with one hand, and the Nascent Soul emerged in a flash of blue light, spraying out green light and blood mist that merged into a green-red flame.
The Nascent Soul Pinch was used to create several spells. After the light was absorbed, it turned into a grimace and penetrated into the little beast's head.
The little beast fell into a coma, and its body glowed with green and red light. Yan Yun grabbed the void with satisfaction and completed the spell.
After a dull explosion, the green rope wrapped around the spirit beast began to gradually break, and finally turned into nothingness.
Yan Yun immediately put down his hands, sat cross-legged, and entered a meditative state.
In the next three days, he never left the secret room. Time flies by like running water.
On the morning of the fourth day, a ray of light ignored the protection outside the door and shined directly into the living room, and then quickly flew towards the secret room.
When this light touched the door of the secret room, a layer of faint white light suddenly appeared on the door, blocking it out.
After several attempts, the light emitted a low humming sound.
At this time, the door of the secret room flashed with green light, and Yan Yun's figure appeared strangely at the door. He raised his hand and held the light in his hand.
His face was expressionless, with a small spiritual beast similar to a civet cat lying on his shoulder, calmly exploring the fireball information in his hand.
It turned out that this was news from Yuque Pavilion about the fight for the Holy Land of Cultivation.
After whispering the three words "Guangwu Hall", Yan Yun gently closed his palms, and the fireball dissipated.
Then, he strode toward the door.
After two hours, Yan Yun was suspended in the sky above the open-air square of a magnificent palace, surrounded by a white curtain of light.
Outside the light curtain, a scarred man wearing golden armor stood with his arms folded across his chest, his expression stern.
Time passed slowly, and Yan Yun waited for a moment. A trace of impatience gradually appeared on the face of the big man in golden armor. From time to time, he raised his head to look at the seven blazing suns high in the sky, as if estimating the time.
Suddenly, a blue light flashed on the horizon, and a ray of light quickly approached, reaching near the light curtain in the blink of an eye. The light dissipated, revealing the figure of a monk.
"Senior, I forgive you. I came a little late because I was refining the magic weapon. I hope I didn't miss the battle time." He saluted the scar-faced and golden-armored monk and said with an apologetic smile. This person is a man named Weng.
"Hmph! If you are a moment later, you will lose the qualification to compete. You are lucky to have arrived at the last moment. Enter now." The scar-faced golden-armored monk glanced at him coldly and said impatiently.
Immediately, he made a magic spell with both hands and aimed at the white light screen to shoot a golden magic spell. Suddenly, the light curtain burst into light, and after violent tremors, a passage more than ten feet wide opened in front of the man named Weng.
"Thank you, senior."
The man surnamed Weng was so happy that his figure instantly turned into a blue escaping light and rushed straight into the light curtain. When he revealed his true form in front of Yan Yun, a twisted and sinister smile flashed across his face.
"Very good! You dare to challenge me at the initial level. It seems you have some courage."
The man with raised eyebrows said gloomily. When Yan Yun heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly and he smiled lazily, as if he was too lazy to talk to him.
Seeing this situation, the man with raised eyebrows became furious, and his originally suppressed murderous intention surged again.
The Scarface monk calmly announced:
"There are no restrictions on the battle in the spiritual land. Once you leave the restricted area, any means can be used. Unless one party voluntarily admits defeat, I will not intervene. If you think you are not strong enough, it is best to give up as soon as possible. Although those who fell due to the battle in the spiritual land It doesn’t happen often, but it is common to be seriously injured and fall into the realm.”
Yan Yun and the man surnamed Weng faced each other from afar, both remaining silent.
After the golden-armored monk gave a brief command to "start", Yan Yun and the man with the raised eyebrows started taking action at the same time.
Faced with an opponent that even a late-stage god-transformation monk would not dare to underestimate, Yan Yun did not hesitate.
He waved his sleeves lightly and released seventy-two flying swords as small as an inch. These flying swords turned into golden lotuses in the golden light, spinning up and down around his body.
At the same time, he spit out a small cauldron from his mouth, and then it expanded into a huge cauldron one foot high in the rays of light, emitting waves of low humming sounds. This was undoubtedly the Xutian cauldron.
On the opposite side, the man with hanging eyebrows made a spell and cast a spell. Countless tiny but dense blue light spots emerged from his body. These light spots increased rapidly and almost engulfed his entire body.
Then, he grabbed the void with his other hand, and a dazzling silver light flashed, and an ancient silver wheel as big as a palm appeared in his hand. Its surface was engraved with layers of talismans. It was obviously an extraordinary thing.
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He threw the silver wheel into the air, and the silver wheel immediately turned into a silver light group spinning in the air, expanding and changing with the sound of his spell.
After a short period of time, the silver wheel suddenly grew larger, reaching a diameter of three to four feet, like a bright silver sun, suspended above the head of the man with an eyebrow.
After the spell was completed, he looked across with a surprised expression on his face.
Although seventy-two golden flying swords were not unusual, when he saw the huge cauldron that kept humming, his heart couldn't help but tighten.
In the world of Xianxia, the shape of a magic weapon is closely related to its magical power.
Although it is impossible to accurately judge the level and ability of a magic weapon based on its appearance alone, certain treasures of specific shapes, such as "cauldron", "lamp", "mirror", etc., usually have unique and powerful magical powers that are difficult to guard against.
Xutian Cauldron is one of the best. Once its power is activated, the spiritual pressure it emits is far beyond that of ordinary treasures, which is enough to arouse the vigilance of any immortal cultivator.
Faced with this situation, a man with raised eyebrows became vigilant and realized that the battle he was about to face would be extremely difficult.
Despite his inner concerns, he did not hesitate and took quick action.
After forming a seal with his hands, the blue light spots around him instantly condensed into grains of sand. Then the number of these grains of sand increased sharply, turning into a thick sand cloud covering half of the sky. Almost at the same time, a huge silver roulette also disappeared in the sand cloud.
Then, with a roar, dark blue sand clouds pressed down in the direction of Yan Yun with a thunderous roar.
Faced with this sudden attack, Yan Yun did not panic, but just narrowed his eyes slightly.
I saw the golden lotus around him spinning slightly, rising into the sky to face the invading enemy without showing any signs of weakness.
As the lotus shadow swayed, countless rays of golden light bloomed, and its momentum was comparable to that of the blue sand cloud.
In a confrontation, Sha Yun Jin Lian Fang showed his extraordinary power upon contact.
The lotus petals quivered, and the lotus shadow expanded several times in an instant. Each golden lotus turned into a size of about ten feet, spinning rapidly in the air.
Each lotus petal was like a sharp blade, forcibly breaking through the sand cloud, causing the sand grains to scatter in all directions, and a loud roar erupted.
The seventy-two golden lotuses were able to withstand the blue sand that was as heavy as Mount Tai.
Seeing this, the sullen man opposite saw a flash of surprise in his eyes, but then he sneered and felt a sudden urge in his heart.
In the sand cloud that was originally rolling down, there was a sudden flash of silver light, and a huge silver wheel appeared from the sand cloud, turned sharply and cut away, and collided head-on with a golden lotus.
The man with sullen eyebrows showed a sinister smile on his face. His broken gold wheel was made from the rare "Li Jinsha" in the wild world, and it was extremely sharp.
The cutting power of the Falun treasure is far superior to that of flying knives and flying swords. Since the treasure was made, it has helped him cut through countless hostile flying sword treasures.
Although the opponent's golden flying sword seemed to have some magical powers, it should be able to be broken by his unexpected slash.
A burst of dense and continuous slashing sounds echoed in the air, and golden light and silver light intertwined and flickered, bursting out with dazzling light. The two treasures seemed to be in a stalemate for the time being.
The expression of the man with hanging eyebrows changed slightly, but then the golden lotus suddenly bloomed and quickly enveloped the entire silver ball of light. After the silver light group let out a cry, it instantly shattered into countless fragments and disappeared into the lotus shadow.
At this time, the man with sullen eyebrows in the distance had not yet recovered from the shock, but Yan Yun quietly tapped the giant cauldron in front of him.
Suddenly, the lid of the cauldron flew up, a buzzing sound came from the cauldron, and countless green clouds spewed out from it, passing over the golden lotus shadow, wrapping up all the blue sand in the sky, and then rolled back into the cauldron.
Yan Yun's movements were as fast as lightning. By the time the sullen man came to his senses, part of the blue sand had been forcibly taken into the cauldron, and the mental connection with its owner was lost.
"Lingbao!" The man with sullen eyebrows exclaimed.
These blue sands are not ordinary magic weapons, but treasures that he has personally practiced for many years. Except for spiritual treasures, ordinary treasures cannot be collected at all. If all were lost, his hundreds of years of hard work would be ruined.
Without thinking, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of fist-sized blood that floated in front of him.
With a gentle tap of a finger, dipped in the essence of life, he drew a blood-red rune in the void. Then, his palm suddenly clapped!
The rune shot out with a "pop" and disappeared instantly.
But then, it reappeared a few feet ahead, turning into a giant ghost head with two horns and green-faced fangs, and pounced ferociously.
Obviously, the man with hanging eyebrows had a careful plan. He first used magic to interrupt the opponent's action of collecting the treasure, and then quickly retrieved Sha Yun and used his magical power to deal with Yan Yun.
Yan Yun was secretly controlling the Xutian Cauldron to absorb the blue sand in the air. When he saw the ghost head suddenly appearing and attacking violently, he raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his mouth and sprayed out a golden arc, hitting the ghost head accurately.
With a thunderbolt, the ghost head disappeared with a "whining" in the thin golden arc of lightning.
Even the clone of the ancestor of the ancient demon world did not dare to directly bear the evil-dispelling divine thunder.
This unknown ghost head, although its origin was unknown, was eliminated in one blow due to lack of preparedness.
The man with hanging eyebrows was stunned for a moment. But soon he realized something and his face became extremely ugly.
At this time, the cyan glow of the Xutian Cauldron had forcibly absorbed the sand clouds in the air.
With a cold and biting snort, the man with sullen eyebrows knitted his eyebrows, quickly formed a complex spell with his hands, and at the same time chanted a Sanskrit chant that sounded like the sound of Buddha. (End of chapter)