Chapter 103 Dancing alone, refining magic weapons, thunder field! (Ten thousand words!)

Chapter 103 Dancing alone, refining magic weapons, thunder field! (Ten thousand words!)

Bishui Island.

The bloody mist shrouded it, and from a distance, it looked like a vermilion island.

At the peak of the island, a ten-foot-tall vermilion blood evil spirit tree bloomed with several vermilion flowers.

The raging blood mist emanates from these flower bones.

Two blood jade spiders tied blood-red spider webs directly under the spiritual tree.

Often, as soon as the vermilion blood mist emerges from the blood-colored spirit flower, the blood jade spider will come forward and swallow the blood mist into its mouth.

At the same time, the blood jade spider's body emitted a vermilion light, and its aura became stronger and stronger.

A graceful girl was sitting cross-legged, breathing instinctively, practicing the Blood Refining Divine Light.

Yan Yun slowly walked forward and handed over a jade bottle.

There was a flash of intelligence in the girl's dull eyes.

The red lips opened slightly, and a magic weapon like an inner elixir was spit out and suspended in the air.

Drops of spiritual liquid continued to fall from it.

"Tick tock! Tick tock!"

After a while, a bottle of spiritual fluid comparable to the "Spring of Spiritual Eyes" filled the jade bottle.

At the same time, the red light on Yu Huan's body dimmed instantly, and the aura around him weakened.

Yan Yun controlled Yu Huan, swallowed the inner alchemy treasure into his mouth, and then turned around and left the cave.

"Now that the spirit wood is in hand, it's time to try to refine the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword!"

Yan Yun also has considerable experience in the forging of this magic weapon.

After all, Yan Yun forged the purple thunder spirit wood sword during his Qi training period.

He has made considerable contributions in the bloody secret realm.

Especially when dealing with a second-level giant eagle monster, it would not be possible to destroy it so easily without the use of this magic weapon.

With a flick of his sleeves, a Haoyang tree struck by thunder appeared in front of him, a spiritual tree covered with thunder patterns.

The spiritual wood was scorched black for five thousand years.

"It's a pity that it's just an ordinary thunder!"

Yan Yun touched his chin and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "I wonder if the demonic beast's transformed thunder tribulation, the falling sky thunder, and the wind-attributed spirit wood can make a wind thunder that suits me best." Attribute magic weapon! ”

As he spoke, he tapped the storage bag on his waist with his right hand, and formation flags fell all around.

A curtain of emerald green light enveloped Yan Yun and Haoyang Lei Mu.

Yan Yun looked solemnly, looking at the Haoyang Lingmu in front of him, sitting cross-legged.

Wisps of breeze directly lifted Yan Yun up, and he pinched the magic formula with one hand.

There were streaks of green light on his face, his mouth was slightly opened, and the blue-purple inner elixir in his dantian instantly spit out a stream of blue-purple double-color elixir fire.

It landed on the Haoyang Thunder Wood, with the surge of spiritual power.

The blazing flames continuously refine the entire spiritual tree.

Unlike Han Li's small Golden Thunder Bamboo, the Haoyang Spiritual Tree in front of him was ten feet long, nearly thirty meters tall.

"With the material of this spirit tree, it may be possible to refine many purple thunder spirit wood swords!"

You must know that the Golden Thunder Bamboo was used to forge the seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords.

How many Haoyang thunderwoods can be forged that are ten feet in size?

Yan Yun's eyes flashed, and he saw that the dark thunder patterns on the surface of Haoyang Thunder Wood's body were slowly falling off.

The crystal clear spiritual wood inside is exposed, burning with the elixir fire.

Like a light red nectar, it flows down from the trees.

Along with the blue-purple pill fire, the originally vermilion red spiritual wood was burned by the wind and thunder pill fire.

Emitting a purple stream of light.

Time flies, and thirty days pass in the blink of an eye.

The impurities in the Haoyang thunderwood have been completely removed, leaving only the blue and purple colors.

It was refined by Yan Yun into a thick purple liquid about three feet in size.

Extremely sticky.

Refining the spirit wood into liquid is the first step in forging the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword.

Generally speaking, it only takes about three feet of spirit wood liquid to make a sword.

The purple-green thick liquid that appeared in front of him now was nine times more than that.

"It seems that this material is enough to make nine Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Swords."

While speaking, Yan Yun slowly raised his hands, and spiritual fluid as thin as a string flew out of his hands.

He instantly fell into the pool of spirit wood liquid.

Under the influence of the spiritual thread, the liquid mass began to rotate and deform.

Under the traction of the spiritual thread, a small piece of green liquid separated from the main body and also floated in the nearby air.

Then the second piece, then the third piece

When the last piece was separated, nine pieces of liquid of the same size appeared in the air.

As Yan Yun's spiritual power poured in, the nine pieces of spirit wood liquid condensed into sword shapes.

Yan Yun waved his right hand lightly, and nine exquisite jade boxes flew out from the storage bag.

"Photograph!"

As Yan Yun finished speaking, he saw sword embryos being absorbed into it.

Lightning strike wood is only the main material. If you want to refine it successfully, you need several precious materials.

"It seems that I have to sell all the top magic weapons, elixirs, talismans and treasures in my hands!"

If it were before, Yan Yun would naturally not dare to hand over these materials to Master Wang directly.

After all, these magic weapons and elixirs all come from Tiannan and are not objects from here.

But now I have a life-saving grace for Master Wang.

It's quite trustworthy.

A few days later.

All the top-level magic weapons, pills, and spiritual stones that Yan Yun had accumulated were consumed.

Nearly a hundred brocade boxes were exchanged.

"Husband, this is the Fire Spirit Gathering Formation I arranged!"

Xin Ruyin, who was wearing a blue skirt, floated over, handed over a formation plate in her hand, and smiled: "I can help my husband forge his natal magic weapon!"

With such a big battle, Xin Ruyin and others naturally thought that Yan Yun was trying to forge a natal magic weapon.

Yan Yun did not explain much about this.

"Thank you, madam!"

Yan Yun smiled slightly at Xin Ruyin.

This formation can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, but it can save yourself a lot of effort.

Then, Yan Yun turned around and stepped into the formation.

Yan Yun sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, and jade boxes kept flying out of the storage bag.

Because the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword is different from the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, the latter is a set of magic weapons.

Therefore, they need to be refined at the same time to make the flying swords have the same pure aura, but the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword does not have such requirements.

Yan Yun can be refined piece by piece.

"If he didn't have many resources, it would be a fool's errand for an ordinary alchemy monk to refine nine magic weapons!"

Yan Yun's expression was slightly serious, and he pointed a sword embryo with one hand, and it instantly rose into the air.

Suspended in mid-air.

His lips were slightly opened, and wisps of pill fire continued to spit out from his mouth.

The elixir fire surged and instantly wrapped around the sword embryo.

As the flame burned, the sword embryo was like a glaze emitting brilliance, quite dazzling.

"The time has come!"

Yan Yun waved his right hand lightly, and dozens of brocade boxes fell in front of him.

Pieces of precious materials are suspended in mid-air.

Yu Huan, the incarnation outside the body, was half-kneeling on the ground, her red lips slightly open.

The inner elixir orb emits a dazzling red light and continuously refines these materials.

These materials are quite complicated, and Yan Yun naturally cannot refine them by himself. He can just leave these chores to Yu Huan.

As the impurities were removed drop by drop, they turned into streams of spiritual liquid suspended in front of Yu Huan.

When Yan Yun saw this, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and used the magic weapon forging method to create the secret.

Pointing at the material in front of Yu Huan, it turned directly into various colors of light and landed on the sword embryo one by one.

Yan Yun remained motionless and kept moving the magic formula.

Spiritual power is like silk, constantly pouring into the sword embryo, integrating various spiritual objects into it one by one.

At the same time, in the center of the formation, a blazing pillar of fire surged out of thin air.

It was directly enveloped in the sword embryo in mid-air.

These ordinary fires are naturally incomparable to elixir fire, but making magic weapons does not mean that the higher the flame temperature, the better.

Especially for wood-attribute magic weapons, the flames coming out of this formation are enough.

Yan Yun took out a spiritual stone and took advantage of this time to slowly restore his spiritual power.

After all, there are eight remaining sword embryos that need to be refined one by one.

After half a stick of incense, Yan Yun let out a breath of turbid air, and then looked at the second sword embryo.

Time goes by, one month later.

Nine purple purple thunder spirit wood swords were suspended in mid-air.

Yan Yun's face turned slightly pale, and he kept pinching the restraints, and fell towards the Nine Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword.

Compared with magic weapons, making a magic weapon-level Purple Thunder Wood Sword is much more complicated.

Even though Yan Yun had reached the middle stage of pill formation, he spent a lot of time making nine magical flying swords within a month.

As the last magic formula fell.

The nine purple thunder spirit wood swords made a buzzing sound.

The blue-purple light completely enveloped these spiritual swords.

"Come back!"

Yan Yun waved his sleeves and directly put the nine purple thunder spirit wood swords into the storage bag.

These nine flying swords are extraordinary, but they are not enough to become my own magic weapon.

"If there is a catastrophe of transformation, it falls on the blood evil spirit tree in the invisible secret realm!"

A glint flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "The magic weapon made with the power of that spiritual tree far surpasses the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword!"

According to the year, the Blood Evil Spirit Tree may have been around for a hundred thousand years.

It can also emit blood mist, which is obviously not an ordinary spiritual tree.

If that spirit tree could be made into purple thunder spirit wood swords, it would be estimated that there would be tens of thousands of them.

At that time, there will be more spirit wood swords than the feathers of the wind and thunder wings.

"Huh?"

Thinking of the feathers on Fenglei's wings, Yan Yun couldn't help but touch his chin, and an idea came to his mind.

"It's still a little too naive!"

But soon, Yan Yun smiled and shook his head, mocking himself: "Get the Wind and Thunder Wings first!"

For the Split Wind Beast clan, the original method of forging spiritual wings was wind and fire wings, but this Feng Xi Luck is extremely good.

By chance, I got the corpse of a Lei Peng in the final stage of transformation.

Lei Peng is an ancient giant bird, and its escape skills far surpass those of the Wind Splitting Beast.

Therefore, he thought of integrating the forging method of wind and fire wings into wind and thunder wings.

"Wind and Thunder Wings, this wind and fire wing forging method is also of great use to me!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he muttered silently in his heart.

However, this is still far away for Yanyun.

The Split Wind Beast is a ninth-level monster. In addition, there are two transformed monsters, namely a turtle monster and a poisonous dragon.

If you don't have Nascent Soul stage cultivation, you want to obtain the forging method of wind and thunder wings and wind and fire wings from the three demons.

It is undoubtedly a fantasy.

In addition to Wind and Thunder Wings, Yan Yun also has to go to Xutian Palace, and it is extremely urgent to improve his cultivation level.

It's time to hunt monsters and obtain spiritual stones.

Yan Yun slowly turned around and looked at Yu Huan not far away.

It slowly walked forward, turned into a bloody shadow, and escaped directly into the storage bag.

"Now that the magic weapon has been forged, it's time to test whether its edge is sharp or not!"

Yan Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, swayed his sleeves slightly, and directly put away the scarlet formation that enveloped him.

The two bloody spiders under the Blood Evil Spirit Tree looked very satisfied after swallowing wisps of surging blood mist.

Seeing Yan Yun's appearance, two blood jade spiders quickly crawled over.

The big head was pressed close to her, looking very intimate.

Yan Yun gently patted the blood jade spider's head and said: "Let me go!"

The two blood jade spiders nodded, turned into two red lights, and escaped into the spirit beast bag.

"There are also gold-eating insects and thunder dragons!"

Yan Yun murmured, then came to the stone room and put away the hundreds of fist-sized gold-eating insects.

This time when you go out to hunt monsters, if you encounter insect-like monsters, just let the gold-eating insects devour you.

If there is a dragon monster, it can be swallowed by the thunder dragon.

The remaining flesh and blood of the monster beast can be eaten by the blood jade spider, and the materials on the monster beast that can be used to forge magic weapons can be exchanged for spiritual stones.

Now that Yan Yun's cultivation has reached the middle stage of pill formation, if calculated based on the "Spring of Spiritual Eyes", it is estimated that he will need more than thirty bottles before he can break through.

If converted into spiritual stones, that would be a full 300,000 low-level spiritual stones.

This is because Yan Yun has systematic help. If he were an ordinary monk, he would have to consider breaking through the shackles.

But there is no such simple breakthrough as my own.

After putting away the gold-eating insects, Yan Yun came to the island and rocks, looking at the turbulent sea, his consciousness surged.

After noticing the location of the thunder dragon, he put his hands behind his back and waited quietly.

After one stick of incense.

A purple shadow suddenly flashed across the seabed.

Then a vortex continued to surge.

A huge purple dragon, dozens of feet tall, appeared on the sea.

A pair of eyes, like purple lanterns, are particularly conspicuous.

"Roar!"

Lei Jiao roared low and looked at Yan Yun not far away, his eyes full of joy.

"Come back!"

Yan Yun smiled slightly, flicked his wrist, and directly took the thunder dragon into the spirit beast bag.

After doing all this, Yan Yun said calmly: "If you want to hunt monsters, you may have to ask Master Wang."

With a flicker of his body, he turned into a blue shadow and flew towards Piaomiao Island.

Wonderful Sound Gate.

In the main hall.

"Xiao Er, this is a century-old wind spirit fruit, which is most suitable for wind monsters to eat!"

While speaking, Zi Ling took out two cyan spirit fruits from his arms and thrust them into the air of the two-headed wind stork.

At this time, the double-headed wind bird is far more bloated than it was more than a month ago.

The whole body was filled with surging spiritual power, and he waved his wings lazily, and then swallowed two spiritual fruits.

Then he flapped his huge wings and lay down directly in front of Zi Ling.

Looking at the fat double-headed wind duck, Zi Ling's face was filled with joy, and she intuitively knew that she had trained the double-headed wind duck well.

At this moment, a blue-purple shadow flashed in the distance, flying towards the island.

Feeling the familiar aura, the double-headed phoenix quickly raised its head.

Immediately flap his wings and fly directly into the distance.

Zi Ling was left alone in the same place, looking at the two-headed phoenix going away, and kept shouting: "Xiao Er, why are you running away!"

Yan Yun was extremely fast. As soon as the two-headed swans took off into the sky, Yan Yun had already arrived.

It landed on the main hall.

The two-headed phoenix was very flattering and followed behind him.

He raised his head and rubbed his head towards Yan Yun from time to time.

Seems extremely close.

Looking at the double-headed phoenix next to him, Yan Yun smiled and patted the double-headed phoenix on the head: "Not bad, not bad, let's eat with open stomach here!"

The double-headed wind bird's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.

Apparently he listened to Yan Yun's words.

"Where's Master Wang?"

Yan Yun looked at Zi Ling not far away and asked, "Ning'er, I need to find your mother for something!"

"She just went into seclusion a few days ago. I don't know when Uncle Yan will find my mother!"

Yan Yun frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Mrs. Wang had already gone into seclusion.

In this case, we can only ask Fan Qiuyue.

"Where is Fan Zuozhi?"

Fan Qiuyue is the left envoy of the sect. Although he is not an alchemy monk, he has a high status in the Miaoyin Sect and can be said to be the right-hand man of Sect Leader Wang.

I think I should know where the powerful monsters are.

Hearing Yan Yun's inquiry, Zi Ling was full of excitement and said quickly: "Uncle Yan, I will take you to find her!"

Yan Yun nodded slightly, waved his right hand lightly, and a purple purple thunder spirit wood sword appeared in front of him.

Zi Ling reacted quickly and jumped up directly.

Looking at such a playful and cute Zi Ling, Yan Yun smiled and shook his head.

A light green spiritual wind instantly wrapped around the two of them.

It turned into a shadow and galloped away into the distance.

"In recent years, many female cultivators have been recruited into the sect!"

"I think Fan Zuozhi is teaching the female cultivators the skills!"

Zi Ling, who was in Yan Yun's arms, raised her head, stared at Yan Yun and whispered.

At such a close distance, Zi Ling's unique virgin fragrance flooded into her nose.

Yan Yun nodded slightly.

Miaoyinmen is divided into six parts: music, dance, poetry, calligraphy, chess, and painting, including Zi Ling and Tian Qin'er in the original work.

It is the music and dance department, so Zi Ling is good at dancing.

For Yan Yun, it was naturally a feast for the eyes.

When Zi Ling started practicing at the age of ten, he began to practice Miaoyin Wu, which can increase the speed of his practice.

When Yan Yun was forty years old, he danced in the cave.

Even today, Yan Yun was deeply impressed.

Thick fog wraps around the fairy mountain, and wonderful sounds sound from time to time.

"Dingle bell!"

Stepping on the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword feels like stepping on the clouds, with fairy sounds lingering around your ears.

Soon, the two came to a huge white jade square.

Fan Qiuyue, who was wearing extremely cool clothes, was standing in the center of the square, jumping around on the white jade square with her bare feet.

Like a cunning jade rabbit.

Not far away, a white magic piano was suspended in the air.

Wonderful sounds kept coming from it.

This is Guangle Qin, which has no effect in fighting. When spiritual power is poured into it, it can play music.

It can make the mind calm and immersed in cultivation.

Rumor has it that it also has the effect of reducing obsession.

There were more than three hundred young girls in the entire square.

Their ages range from fourteen to eighteen years old. The one with the highest level of cultivation is at the eleventh level of Qi training, and the one with the lowest level is at the eighth level of Qi training.

But without exception, they all have beautiful faces, slender figures and curvy figures. I have to say that the Miaoyin Sect has a really good eye for selecting seedlings.

"Uncle Yan, stop looking!"

Zi Ling looked at Yan Yun's motionless face and mistakenly thought that Yan Yun was fascinated by these new female cultivators.

She couldn't help pouting, and gently pushed Yan Yun's arm: "If you want to watch dancing, Ning'er has recently learned a new style of neon dance!"

"Go back to Bishui Island and dance for you, okay?"

At the end of the story, Zi Ling hugged Yan Yun's arm tightly and acted coquettishly.

Yan Yun was slightly stunned, glanced at Zi Ling, and couldn't help but said: "Is it the one who only wears obscene clothes?"

"No way!"

Zi Ling's cheeks were slightly red and she quickly shook her head: "Isn't there still Xia Pei!"

"Xiapei, are those clothes too?"

Yan Yun frowned and couldn't help but touch Zi Ling's soft chin and said, "You are still young. Maybe you will be more beautiful when you grow older."

Zi Ling nodded with understanding, her red lips slightly opened, as if she wanted to say more.

Fan Qiuyue spotted the two of them in the distance and quickly walked towards them.

"I am Qiuyue, and I have met Elder Yan!"

Yan Yun nodded slightly and said calmly: "There are a lot of monsters in the nearby sea area!"

"It's best to have a group of monster beasts above level 4!"

Hearing this, Fan Qiuyue was stunned for a moment, frowning and thinking for a moment: "There is a thunder field thousands of miles southeast of Piaomiao Island. There are hundreds of islands in it, and there are many untransformed monsters in it!"< br>

"But the thunder field is dangerous, and thunder falls from time to time!"

"Ordinary alchemy monks dare not approach!"

A trace of fear flashed in Fan Qiuyue's eyes: "Even the Yuanying monks are not willing to take risks there, and only some alchemy monks who practice thunder magic go there to take risks."

From this point of view, that minefield is quite suitable for me.

After all, the skills he practices are not afraid of thunder.

Especially after the wind and thunder body refining, the physical strength is enough to rival the magic weapon.

Thinking about it, those thunderbolts not only cannot threaten you, but can also help you practice.

After all, whether it is the Wind and Thunder Body Refining or the Thunder Cutting Technique fused in the Wind and Thunder Sword Ruins, both have extremely strong requirements on the body.

Yan Yun took good care of those thunder fishes and waited for the year to come before eating them.

"Uncle Yan, I want to go too!"

Hearing that Yan Yun was going to Leiyu, a glimmer of light flashed in Zi Ling's eyes, and he quickly begged: "Mother is in seclusion, and Xiaoer also wants to go with you!"

“No one in the entire Miaoyinmen will accompany me anymore!”

Yan Yun frowned slightly, and his right hand landed unceremoniously on Zi Ling's hip.

He was so frightened that he covered his buttocks and looked at Yan Yun with an aggrieved face.

“It’s just a good time to practice!”

"Look at those monks who have just started, there are some who are as old as you!"

Yan Yun glared at Zi Ling and said, "They have reached the eighth level of Qi training!"

"When I come back, if you haven't reached the peak of Qi training yet, let's see how I deal with you!"

Zi Ling stuck out her pink tongue and muttered: "You will scare me, you won't let me go!"

After saying that, Zi Ling quickly ran behind Fan Qiuyue and quietly stretched out her head.

Looking at Zi Ling who looked like this, Yan Yun shook his head and said softly: "Ning'er, if you just want to enjoy yourself, I won't say anything else!"

"But sooner or later, I will leave this place!"

"You must be able to protect yourself when you fall!"

As soon as these words came out, Zi Ling's expression changed instantly: "Uncle Yan, are you leaving?"

"Can you please not leave!"

Yan Yun smiled faintly: "I, the monks, seek the great road and soar between heaven and earth, how can we live here for a long time!"

As he spoke, a wisp of breeze blew across his face, when Zi Ling looked up again.

But I don’t know when Yan Yun left.

Zi Ling was slightly stunned, looking at the entry-level female cultivator who was practicing hard not far away, and then at Fan Zuoshi who had been practicing hard for decades before looking at Fan Zuoshi beside him.

"Zuo Shi, do you think that with Uncle Yan's qualifications, can he break through to the Nascent Soul stage in the future?"

Fan Qiuyue chuckled: "How can Yuanying break through so easily!"

"Although Elder Yan has extraordinary qualifications, there is no 30% chance!"

Zi Ling nodded, then turned and left.

at the same time.

Yan Yun, who was in mid-air, glanced at the double-headed wind bird next to him, which had gained a lot of weight and exuded a strong medicinal fragrance. He nodded with satisfaction: "Xiao Er knows how to eat it!"

"I hope you can break through to level five during this trip to the minefield!"

During this trip, Yan Yun was preparing for the Xutian Palace.

The first is to collect resources to the late stage of pill formation, the second is to practice all the secret techniques to perfection, and the third is to see the strength of these spiritual pets in hand.

Especially the Blood Jade Spider, which is the main force in the Xutian Palace trip.

"By the way, the thunder in the Ten Thousand Thunder Beads has been exhausted, you can go there to replenish it!"

Yan Yun stepped on the two-headed wind duck, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested.

It turned into a blue shadow in the air and galloped away into the distance.

at the same time.

There is an island not far away, this is the branch of Qingyang Gate.

"Can this secret method really create a soul-crying beast?"

A young man with a thin and pale face was holding a piece of pale animal bone, his eyes full of surprise.

"If my subordinates read it correctly, there is a 30% chance that this method will work!"

Next to him, a strong man in the middle stage of alchemy formation cupped his hands and said: "But it requires a large number of living beings to be sacrificed, and it needs to be baptized by thunder!"

"Sacrificing creatures is a trivial matter!"

The young master of Qingyang Clan curled his lips and wrote lightly: "Just kill some monks, but where can I find this thunder?"

"Thunderfield!"

The strong man pondered for a moment, and then replied: "There are dozens of types of thunder there, which are not weaker than the sky thunder, and there are even thunders that are comparable to the thunder disaster of transformation!"

"Hahaha!"

The young master of Qingyang Clan was full of joy and couldn't help but smile: "Let me play for another half a year before setting off!"

While he was talking, a girl with a graceful figure came tremblingly from outside the hall.

The faces of these female cultivators were all pale, as if they knew what was going to happen next.

The young master of Qingyang Clan laughed ferociously, grabbed a young girl and pinned her down.

"What are you still doing here?"

The young master of Qingyang Clan was enjoying himself when he suddenly saw a strong man not far away, with a ferocious face and a flash of red in his eyes.

"My subordinates resign!"

Rao is an elder of Qingyang Clan in the middle stage of pill formation. Seeing the young master of Qingyang Clan looking like this, he dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

Back away slowly.

"Boom!"

Along with the piercing thunder, dazzling thunder continued to pour out of the dark clouds.

The entire minefield was gloomy and very depressing.

"Puff! Puff!"

The two-headed wind eagle flapped its wings and was suspended outside the thunder field. It looked very frightened with its feathers rising as it looked at the thunder that continued to strike.

For monsters and beasts, they are naturally afraid of thunder, especially birds and beasts.

Thunderclouds are even more dangerous to them.

"Okay, come in!"

Yan Yun patted the spirit beast bag on his waist with his right hand and directly took the double-headed wind eagle into it.

Then a purple light flashed.

The thunder dragon, which was dozens of feet in size, landed on the sea.

Looking at the thunder in the sky, the thunder dragon raised his head, and there were purple thunders entwining from time to time on the huge dragon scales.

From a distance, it looks like a purple thunder.

"Let's go in and have a blast together!"

Yan Yun gently stroked the thunder dragon's scales with his right hand and said lightly: "Look at the thunder here!"

"Roar!"

The thunder dragon roared, and his whole body turned into a purple shadow and fled towards the thunder field.

Yan Yun's eyes were slightly closed, and streaks of lightning continued to surge on his body.

The white silk robe was instantly shattered by thunder, leaving only a set of light red robes.

This is the red jade cocoon left behind when the bloody spider transformed into a cocoon and broke through to the fifth level. It is extremely strong and invulnerable to water and fire.

Far beyond the usual blood jade spiders, the spider silk spewed out by using magical powers.

Maybe it has something to do with the amount of spiritual energy flowing in when it breaks through.

Therefore, Yanyun specially stayed and made several pieces of clothing.

Now that I'm here, it just comes in handy.

"I wonder if the blood jade spider will still form a cocoon when it transforms!"

The corner of Yan Yun's mouth was slightly raised, still thinking about the blood jade spider's spider silk, when a dazzling purple thunder fell from the sky in an instant.

The thunder was extremely turbulent and fell towards Yan Yun in an instant.

Before Yan Yun could dodge, the thunder dragon beneath him swayed and sank directly into the seabed.

Escaped that thunder bombardment.

As soon as Fang entered the bottom of the sea, light blue water-type thunder exploded under the water.

Upon seeing this, the thunder dragon quickly emerged from the bottom of the sea and faced the thunder from the sky.

The dazzling thunder completely enveloped one person and one dragon in an instant.

Yan Yun felt the thunder wrapping around his body, and his whole body was numb, as if countless ants were biting Yan Yun's skin.

There was no pain at all, but I felt very comfortable.

On the contrary, the thunder dragon beneath him was not so lucky.

As the thunder struck, he couldn't help but roar, looking quite painful.

Pieces of charred black scales continued to slide off the Thunder Dragon's body, revealing bloody scars.

But at the same time, the thunder dissipated.

Where the scales had just fallen off, the pink flesh and blood quickly grew and recovered. The flesh and blood grew, and the tender and tender scales reappeared.

The regenerated scales are obviously much thicker and harder.

"With such a level of thunder, I can sharpen the thunder dragon!"

Yan Yun murmured, looked at the thunder dragon in front of him, and said: "Keep moving forward!"

The thunder dragon nodded vigorously, then turned into a purple shadow and flew towards an island a hundred miles away.

Within a short range of a hundred miles, Thunder Dragon Yanyun was bombarded by thunder ten times.

The Thunder Dragon, which was still so majestic before, now has no intact flesh and blood on its body. It is all new scales and flesh.

Although it was extremely wasteful, the aura of the thunder dragon was not weak but increased.

Obviously, Lei Jiao gained a lot from this thunder bombardment.

"Huh?"

Looking at the island not far away, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, but found a formation light curtain in it.

"Is there anyone inside?"

Yan Yun frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice: "Come back!"

While speaking, a green shadow flashed past and the thunder dragon was directly absorbed into it.

A green-purple flying sword flew out of the storage bag and landed at Yan Yun's feet.

"Who is coming?"

Yan Yun stepped on the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword. As soon as he arrived at the island, two monks in the early stage of forming pills quickly flew out from the island.

The two look similar and appear to be twins.

He was suspended a few feet away, watching Yan Yun's arrival warily.

Yan Yun frowned slightly, glanced at the two of them, and instead of relying on his mid-stage pill-forming cultivation to be unruly, he cupped his hands and said, "I am Han Li, a casual cultivator from Lei Linggen, who has entered this place for the first time!"
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“It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Han!”

Seeing such a kind-faced Yan Yun, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "I thought he was from Xinggong!"

As he spoke, the man on the right raised his hand towards Yan Yun: "I'm Qian Hao, this is my foolish brother Qian Song."

"Star Palace?"

Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but said: "Is it possible that Star Palace monks are not welcome here?"

"That's natural!"

Qian Song snorted: "The righteous and demonic monks are also very unhappy!"

Having said this, he looked deeply at Yan Yun and said: "If your Taoist friend is really a casual cultivator, then my two brothers will naturally welcome you and even give up a mountain peak to you!"

"But if fellow Taoist conceals his identity and has evil intentions, then don't blame us two brothers for being ruthless!"

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. These two brothers were only at the early stage of pill formation, but they spoke so forcefully.

Obviously, the two have the ability to attack together and are not afraid of ordinary monks in the middle stage of pill formation.

As for Yan Yun, who had just arrived, it would save a lot of effort if he had a monk to introduce him.

"That's natural!"

Yan Yun cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Then Han will thank you both!"

The island in front of you has a total of four peaks, two of which are connected to each other and covered with a pure white light curtain.

Obviously this is where the cave of the Qian brothers is located.

I don't know if it is due to the existence of the island, but there is far less thunder here than on the sea.

The trees on the entire island are lush and green, and few are hit by thunder.

"Those two islands are uninhabitable, Brother Han can choose at will!"

Qian Hao was much more mature and calm than Qian Song. He cupped his hands towards Yan Yun and then pointed to two short peaks and said: "But those two peaks have a period of time every year where there are often dense thunderstorms." Cut it down!”

"Brother Han, be careful!"

Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, Brother Qian, for informing me!"

"By the way, Han came here to hunt monsters. I wonder where there are level five monsters here?"

Yan Yun did not forget the purpose of coming here and asked.

"The monsters here are very violent because of the thunder!"

"And most of them live in groups. Although fellow Taoists are in the middle stage of forming pills, if they are surrounded by several level five monsters..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was very obvious.

Yan Yun smiled slightly: "Han has his own countermeasures, I hope you two can tell me!"

The two looked at each other, Qian Song flashed a hint of anger in his eyes, but Qian Hao remained expressionless and replied: "A hundred miles away from here, there is a volcano, and there are many level five monsters on it!"
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"Thank you two fellow Taoists!"

Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, cupped his hands, and then turned into a blue shadow and disappeared from the place.

For Yan Yun, the distance of only a hundred miles can be reached in less than a cup of tea.

However, the thunder here is constantly surging. Although Yan Yun has the wind and thunder body refinement, he is not afraid of the ordinary thunder here.

But according to rumors, there are some strange thunders here with extraordinary power.

"You still have to be cautious!"

Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly, and the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword under his feet instantly turned into a shadow, narrowly avoiding the thunder.

Although he has Ten Thousand Thunder Beads that can absorb thunder, the effect of these thunders on Yanyun is very limited.

Naturally, I didn’t bother to take it in.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a huge roar suddenly came from not far away.

Yan Yun frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a giant snow-white bird soaring among the dark clouds.

The thunder that struck from time to time wrapped around the giant bird, making it particularly dazzling.

"Level 6 monster white-feathered roc?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Yan Yun's eyes: "Looking at his appearance, there is still a trace of Lei Peng blood."

"We can let this white-feathered roc bird try the power of my Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword."

With this in mind, Yan Yun flew towards the white-feathered roc without any hesitation.

A purple shadow flashed in mid-air.

Yan Yun's movement was quite loud, and it immediately attracted the attention of the white-feathered Pengniao.

Its wings flapped, instantly setting off fierce gusts of wind.

The strong wind was like sharp swords, striking towards Yan Yun.

Yan Yun's face was expressionless, and he gently brushed the storage bag with his right hand.

Three purple thunder forest swords flew out in the air, thunder wrapped around them, like three purple dragons, instantly colliding with the strong wind.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a series of harsh roars sounded, and a purple thunder flashed in mid-air and struck directly towards Yan Yun.

Yan Yun frowned slightly, looking at the purple thunderbolt, he didn't dodge at all and slammed into it.

"Boom!"

The thunder surged and swept down, directly covering Yan Yun.

A flash of thunder flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and the thunder that seemed to completely shatter the world fell on Yan Yun, but there was no change at all.

Even the red robe on Yan Yun was not damaged.

At the same time, a long purple snake suddenly jumped out from the bottom of the sea.

Purple lightning flashed from its back.

Obviously, the thunderbolt just now was the method used by this monster beast.

This giant purple snake is about thirty feet long, with patterns all over its body, and it casts thunder spells as it goes.

Those patterns exude a dazzling white light.

"Another level six monster!"

Although I don't know the strength of this monster beast, the aura emanating from the body of this giant snake can be seen that it is no weaker than the white-feathered Lei Peng.

Yan Yun did not show any fear, but instead showed a smile.

As far as Yanyun is concerned, isn't this the purpose of coming here?

The demon elixir of a level 6 demon beast is worth tens of thousands.

Especially the white-feathered Lei Peng, although he is good at thunder spells, the demon core in his body also contains surging wind spiritual power.

If it were eaten by the two-headed wind bird, it would probably be enough to break through to level five.

As for the long purple snake, it can be sold.

The two demonic beasts were very smart. Feeling Yan Yun's gaze, they couldn't help but become furious.

The giant purple snake opened its mouth directly, and purple thunder balls fell towards Yan Yun.

On the other side, the white-feathered Lei Peng flapped his wings and stirred up gusts of wind.

He raised his extremely hard claws, and the cold light on them was like extremely sharp daggers.

Although Yan Yun's body is strong enough to resist the magic weapon, this white-feathered Lei Peng is a level six monster after all, and Yan Yun will not be stupid enough to resist it with his body.

"Buzz!"

Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and the Hunyuan Bowl turned into a yellow shadow and flew out in the sky.

It grew stronger in the wind and grew to the size of a millstone, standing on top of Yan Yun's head.

As spiritual power poured into it, yellow spiritual mist poured out from the Hunyuan Bowl in an instant.

Directly covering Yan Yun.

From a distance, it looks like a yellow eggshell.

"Click!"

White Feather Lei Peng's sharp claws fell, and a crisp click sound was heard.

The spiritual light shield shattered with a sound, and the sharp claws went straight towards Hunyuan Bowl.

The 21st day of 10,000 words.

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(End of chapter)