Although the scarred golden-armored monk standing outside the protective shield said nothing, the shock on his face was obvious.
"Fellow Daoist Weng, do we still need to continue fighting?"
Facing the other party's question, Chen Yun did not respond directly, but asked calmly.
These words made the man named Weng look very ugly.
"Even if you practice magic and physical strength at the same time, your strength is far beyond my expectation. Do you really think that you have a chance to win?"
"Even if it costs a hundred years of hard work, I must let you see the true power of the Thousand Soul Bell!"
The man surnamed Weng, who was full of anger, looked up at the black shadow in the sky that was holding the golden lotus easily, and said in a stern tone.
In a carefully prepared ceremony, a monk chanted a mantra through his mouth, and a halo like a basket glow appeared above his head.
As he quickly formed seals and waved his hands, a blue beam of light shot out from his hands and directly hit the black bell shadow suspended in mid-air.
This beam of light seemed to have some special power, causing subtle changes in the black bell shadow.
Under the impact of the light beam, a little black light gradually appeared in the shadow of the bell, which was the body of the Thousand Soul Bell revealing its true form.
As the Thousand Soul Bell rotates gently, the blue light beam is transformed into countless tiny light points, and then these light points are absorbed into the body by the Thousand Soul Bell.
This process seems simple, but in fact it contains profound magic principles and energy conversion mechanisms.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the monk below took quick action and pointed his finger at the black bell and flicked it.
Although this movement was slight, it caused a significant effect - a crisp sound echoed in the air.
Then the space fluctuated violently, and a small black crack appeared out of thin air.
When the Nascent Soul of the Diaomei cultivator noticed the appearance of the black seam, he quickly flicked the black bell five or six times into the void.
With every spell he cast, his face grew paler and the black cracks expanded.
After several ringings, the crack had expanded to a semicircle, and the interior was filled with black air and wind, making it difficult for sight to penetrate.
Suddenly, a burst of weird laughter came from the crack: "Quack!"
Yan Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and the golden light on his body shone brightly. At the same time, the divine energy of Yuanci increased slightly, protecting him tightly.
Facing a treasure of this level, he did not dare to take it lightly.
At this time, something strange happened.
Wisps of black thread suddenly appeared around Yan Yun, spinning around his body, but did not attack him.
Yan Yun was stunned for a moment, not yet understanding what kind of magic this was. The black silk suddenly changed and condensed, turning into a black light array, trapping him in it.
"Not good!"
Yan Yun was startled and hurriedly turned the gray light to sweep towards the magic circle.
However, it was obviously too late. With a flash of light from the black magic circle, Yan Yun felt like the world was spinning, and his entire body, together with the giant cauldron and the golden lotus, instantly disappeared on the spot.
Yan Yun's figure became unstable for an instant, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and he was suddenly in a dark and unpredictable alien space.
There were black shadows all around, and the sound of ghost cries suddenly sounded, deafening, and he was swallowed directly into the deep black crack.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, Yan Yun was stunned for a moment, but then a playful smile appeared on his lips. There was no fear at all, but a hint of joking.
At the same time, in the outside world, when the eyebrow-raising monk saw this, he was shocked but his hands were not slow. He hurriedly activated the black bell in his hand in an attempt to seal the out-of-control space crack.
With the melodious sound of the bell, the originally expanding crack slowly closed, and finally turned into a slender black line, quietly suspended in the air, as if everything had returned to calm.
The body of Nascent Soul flashed and quickly returned to its original body.
The monk with eyebrows opened his eyes, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
It turns out that this seemingly inconspicuous black crack is actually an independent space opened up by the Thousand Soul Bell - the Thousand Soul Domain.
Although it is called "Thousand Souls", the number of ghosts imprisoned inside is actually far more than that.
Moreover, each soul is derived from a special monster that was extremely vicious during its lifetime. After being refined through secret rituals, its ferocious power still remains, almost the same as before.
What is even more astonishing is that the main soul in the Thousand Soul Bell is the soul of the heaven and earth spirit beast in the middle stage of divine transformation in the past.
By chance, Fang was sacrificed and refined by his master to become the core of this treasure. Its power is immeasurable.
With the assistance of the Yin Soul, the main soul's ability has been significantly enhanced.
In addition, this space also has a special restriction mechanism. The mana of monks who are not ghost bodies will be greatly restricted after entering.
Therefore, even if a monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation falls into it, it will be difficult to escape the danger.
The golden-armored monk stared at the light black line suspended in the air, his eyes flickering but he did not take any action.
The man with hanging eyebrows sat cross-legged in the void, waiting for the evil spirit in the ghost space to swallow Yan Yun and end the fight.
A moment later, the black bell in the air suddenly trembled violently, emitting a strange black light and accompanied by an irregular buzzing sound, which seemed extremely mysterious.
Although the man with sullen eyebrows could not communicate with this magic weapon, he was still confused and puzzled by this vision.
Immediately afterwards, the black bell let out a cry, and the huge shadow it released instantly shattered into countless small black energy, which was quickly absorbed by the Thousand Soul Bell itself. In an instant, everything disappeared without a trace.
"How is this possible? The main soul has been destroyed."
The frowning man finally realized what happened and was shocked.
At this moment, somewhere in the void above his head, a black light penetrated silently, forming a hole the size of a fist out of thin air.
Then, with a flash of inspiration, a flash of cyan light shot out from the hole, instantly turning into a figure suspended in the air.
The man with raised eyebrows was also a mid-stage god-transformation monk. He seemed to sense something strange and suddenly raised his head to check.
But as soon as it was said, the figure just moved and disappeared on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, a series of afterimages flashed by, and the figure appeared strangely behind the man with the sullen eyebrows.
With a loud shout, the man's ears were buzzing, a strong wind followed, and a golden fist suddenly struck.
"Ah!"
The man with sullen eyebrows was shocked. As his figure shook, his body shattered like a mirror, and seven or eight phantoms appeared and fled in all directions.
"Hmph! Want to leave?"
This person is Yan Yun. He snorted coldly, blurred his fist slightly, and actually transformed into seven or eight identical fist shadows.
With a few "puff puffs", each fist hit the phantom's vest accurately.
Those phantoms suddenly shattered and disappeared!
Only a small silver shield appeared behind the man with raised eyebrows, which just blocked the golden fist. With a dull impact, the silver light shield shattered after only a moment of stagnation.
Then, the golden fist shadow hit the opponent's back without hesitation.
Just as the fist was about to touch, a layer of cyan armor suddenly appeared on the opponent's body.
Under the intertwining golden light and green light, the fist force fell hard on the armor.
Accompanied by a huge shaking sound, the fist sank deeply into the armor several inches, and the man with sullen eyebrows let out a scream and was knocked away.
Yan Yun's heart tightened. He clearly felt that most of the power contained in his punch was skillfully resolved by Qing Jia, and only a small part actually acted on the battle armor.
If it can fully exert its power, this punch is enough to penetrate the armor and make the opponent lose combat effectiveness on the spot.
The moment he was sucked into the ghost space by Qianhun Bell, he realized the strong hostility of the other party, so he took action without mercy.
However, although the first punch failed to achieve the expected effect, Yan Yun quickly adjusted his posture and appeared above the man with raised eyebrows like a ghost.
He held his hand in the air, and a golden sword about a foot long appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Just as he was about to strike down with his sword, the man surnamed Weng suddenly shouted: "Stop! I surrender!"
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When Yan Yun heard the other party's words, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, but the long sword in his hand seemed to be unaffected and he swung it down decisively.
Suddenly, a golden sword energy swept down, showing a merciless attack posture.
Due to the sharpness of the Qing Qing Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, even if the enemy is wearing Qing Ming Armor, he will inevitably be split into two.
Suddenly, the surrounding space fluctuated, and a piece of yellow light shot out quickly. Like lightning, the man with raised eyebrows curled up and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Despite the speed of the golden sword energy, it still only hit the empty space.
Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly, and he looked around, only to see a ball of yellow light suddenly bursting out in the void more than twenty feet away, and then two figures appeared strangely in the light.
Those were the scar-faced golden-armored monk and the man named Weng.
The scar-faced monk had no expression on his face, while the man named Weng had a pale face, his armor was stained with blood, and he stared at Yan Yun with a look of resentment.
Obviously, under Yan Yun's blow, even though the Qingming Armor had neutralized most of the power, the man named Weng still suffered internal injuries and vomited blood from his mouth.
The fist marks are clearly visible on the armor behind him.
Yan Yun's eyes swept over the man named Weng, and there was nothing strange on his face. Instead, the long sword in his hand flashed away, and he saluted the golden-armored monk.
"Senior's timely intervention prevented me from causing any harm to fellow Taoist Weng."
Yan Yun said in a solemn tone.
As soon as these words came out, the man surnamed Weng's face suddenly changed, and he almost vomited blood again.
In fact, what Yan Yun did just now was not unintentional, but intentional, in an attempt to kill him with one sword.
When the scar-faced monk heard this, a strange look flashed across his face, and then he showed a half-smiling expression and said lightly:
"In a fierce battle, it is normal to occasionally be unable to stop the action, and it is not something to make a fuss about."
"In this fight for the spiritual land, since Fellow Daoist Weng took the initiative to admit defeat, the winner naturally belongs to Fellow Daoist Yan. Do you two have any objections to this result?"
Yan Yun smiled slightly and did not raise any objection.
The man named Weng seemed extremely unwilling. His lips trembled slightly a few times, but he finally chose to remain silent.
Seeing that both of them had no objections, the scar-faced monk nodded and extended his hand to Yan Yun:
"Please give me your Qingming Pendant."
Without hesitation, Yan Yun turned his palm and took out the green jade pendant, tossed it gently and handed it to the other party.
The golden-armored monk gently waved his arm and took the jade pendant out of thin air into his hand. At the same time, the emerald green crystal that had been prepared in his other hand quickly attached to the jade pendant and disappeared in an instant.
"The mark of the spiritual land has been injected into your Qingming Pendant. Unless you voluntarily give up this spiritual land, you will not be eligible to participate in the once-in-a-century battle for the spiritual land. You can leave now, and the next battle is about to begin."
After the scar-faced monk returned the jade pendant to Yan Yun, he motioned for the two of them to leave immediately.
At this time, the surrounding white light curtain had quietly cracked an exit.
Yan Yun said no more, and after holding his hand, it turned into a blue light, flew out from the exit, flickered for a few times and then disappeared without a trace.
The monk surnamed Weng looked gloomy and said nothing. He also turned into a yellow light and left the light curtain.
After the nearby light faded, he reappeared. He looked gloomily at the direction Yan Yun left, stamped his feet suddenly, turned into a ball of yellow light and flew rapidly in the opposite direction.
Although he was seriously injured, the man's escape speed was still not slow. A moment later, he appeared in the high sky of a strange place. His escape light converged and stopped suddenly.
"Why is your spiritual energy so disordered? Did you encounter setbacks and serious injuries in the process of competing for spiritual energy?"
A familiar voice came out coldly, and then an emerald green light flashed in the surrounding void.
An emerald-colored dragon about a foot long appeared instantly. After examining the man for a few times, it asked with a cold light in its eyes.
In a duel with great disparity in power, one disciple unfortunately lost.
His opponent was a monk who had just entered the stage of becoming a god. Not only did this disciple possess extraordinary abilities, he was also given the powerful Thousand Soul Bell as an assistant.
Despite these advantages, the disciple was still defeated, and would have been almost killed by his opponent's sword if the onlookers had not intervened in time to save him.
Faced with the doubts of his master, the Jade Dragon, the disciple reported the battle in detail.
He mentioned that the other party not only mastered a variety of unpredictable magical powers, but also held a tripod-shaped spiritual treasure, and was a master of the Diamond Art, which meant that he had also reached an extremely high level in body refining.
After hearing this, the Emerald Dragon was surprised by the outcome of the battle, but at the same time he also realized the strength of his opponent.
After thinking for a short time, it gently grabbed it with its claws and signaled the disciple to come closer.
With a low sound, a deep black light instantly enveloped the Thousand Soul Bell and shot out from the man's body.
After hovering in the air for a week, it slowly fell into the hands of the dragon.
Jiaolong lowered his head and carefully examined the treasure in his hand. After a moment, his eyes became gloomy.
Seeing this, the man named Weng couldn't help but feel nervous.
"It seems that this person is following the path of cultivation of both body and law."
The Emerald Dragon sneered and analyzed, "This method of cultivation was once popular in ancient times, but today, there are only a few people who can persist in this path."
"After all, whether it is magic power or any kind of physical refining technique, it takes countless years to achieve anything."
"And if you practice both, although you may be far superior to monks of the same level in the early stage, when you practice to a high level, your cultivation will often be far inferior to monks who focus on a single field."
"What's more, the practice of physical refining requires a certain amount of talent." (End of Chapter)