Chapter 107: Get Yuanyao! The young purple spirit fairy! (Ten thousand words!)
After taking a few sips of Yanling wine, Yu Huan's face was flushed and his whole body felt hot.
Yan Yun controlled Yu Huan and made her assume a very peculiar posture according to the Giant Demon Jue's training method.
With his hands facing the sky and his right leg facing behind him, the Yanling wine he drank into his body turned into a burning sensation at this moment.
Continuously flowing through the body.
"Crack!"
From time to time, there were crackling sounds inside Yu Huan's body, like the sound of firecrackers.
"Perhaps it was the first time I drank Yanling Wine that it had such an effect!"
Yan Yun looked at Yu Huan, who had obviously grown an inch, and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "It seems like there's nothing wrong with the technique!"
Then he took out the white jade gourd and took a sip of Yanling wine.
It melts in your mouth, and Yan Yun feels as if he has taken a sip of hot flames.
The fire flows in the body, warm and very comfortable.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes and woke up from his practice.
"The Wind and Thunder Kendama left for Yanli was destroyed!"
"Looks like we have to go!"
Something happened to Yanli, which meant that the young master of Qingyang Clan appeared.
"Crying Soul Beast!"
A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Yun's mouth, and he glanced at the huge ancient tree deep in the jungle, which was covered with mahogany fruits
Redwood fruit is not a rare spiritual fruit.
The precious and rare main material for making Yanling Wine is the Yanling Liquid.
The production of Yanling Liquid requires accumulation over time.
When this batch of flame spirit liquid is used up, just come back here to collect it.
With this in mind, Yan Yun flew out of the cave, looking at the thunder fish one after another, waving his sleeves lightly, and took these thunder fish into the spirit beast bag.
"Buzz!"
Following a crisp buzzing sound, silver gold-eating insects flew out of the cave.
Wisps of blue-purple shadows wrapped around the gold-eating insect.
"Pfft!"
Along with a sharp sound breaking through the air, a green-purple figure fell from mid-air.
The two-headed phoenixes of the fifth-level monster landed beside Yan Yun.
After reaching the fifth level of strength, its body reached a height of one foot, and with its wings extended, it reached a size of three feet.
At the same time, two vermilion blood jade spiders crawled out of the bloody fog.
It turned into two scarlet arcs of light and appeared next to Yan Yun.
With his big head, he rubbed Yan Yun gently, very affectionately.
"Roar!"
Compared to other beasts, the Thunder Dragon appears to be much more violent.
The huge body flew through the air and landed heavily in front of Yan Yun, even leaving a deep hole on the ground.
Purple thunderbolts wrapped around the scales, growing in power.
"You can go!"
Yan Yun waved his sleeves lightly, and several streams of cyan light were taken into the spirit beast bag, leaving only the two-headed phoenix.
After reaching level five and gaining the power of thunder.
It can also soar through thunder fields.
Yan Yun's consciousness scanned the entire canyon, and after finding nothing missing, he lightly jumped onto the back of the two-headed wind duck.
"Let's go!"
As Yan Yun finished speaking, he saw two wind eagles flapping their wings, with surging thunder and biting wind flowing around them.
It turned directly into a blue-purple shadow and instantly escaped outside the thunder field.
A wisp of Yan Yun's consciousness was left on the Fenglei sword jade.
It can let Yan Yun know its specific location.
Now the beautiful wind and thunder sword jade is destroyed, but Yuan Yao's wind and thunder sword jade has not been destroyed yet.
Yan Yun pointed out the direction to the two-headed wind duck, then sat cross-legged and practiced with his eyes closed.
……
"Sister!"
Looking at Yanli shrouded in sword light, Yuan Yao froze on the spot, tears rolling down continuously.
"A bitch who is only in the Qi training period actually has such methods!"
At the same time, a man wearing a blue robe stumbled out of the blue-purple sword light.
There is a cyan energy mask on its body surface.
His face was covered with scars left by the wind and thunder blade, and it was dripping with blood.
If you don't have a magic weapon to protect yourself.
The young master of Qingyang Clan could not be saved, so he was killed by the wind and thunder jade sword released at close range.
"You bitch!"
The young master of Qingyang Clan used all his strength to throw out the dying Yanli, who was only half a body in his hand.
It hit the beach not far away.
If the young master of Qingyang Clan hadn't spared her life specifically in order to torture her.
Maybe Xiang Xiaoyu died directly in the explosion of the Wind and Thunder Kendama.
"How dare you plot against me!"
The eyes of the young master of Qingyang Clan were full of murderous intent, and he shouted angrily: "You have been lucky for eight lifetimes to be my cauldron, and you are still unwilling!"
While speaking, his eyes couldn't help but look at Yuan Yao not far away, with a trace of greed in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that this junior sister of yours would be so beautiful!"
The young master of Qingyang Clan licked his tongue, waved his sleeves, and instantly escaped from the green flames.
The flames condensed into a giant flame hand and grabbed Yuan Yao.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuan Yao's expression changed, and he quickly took out a purple jade sword.
As the spiritual energy poured in, streaks of sharp blue-purple light entangled around the Wind and Thunder sword jade.
The powerful aura that burst out caused the young master of Qingyang Clan to raise his eyebrows slightly.
"Do you think I will suffer twice for one thing?"
At the same time, a middle-aged monk wearing a blue robe flew out of the ruins.
He landed next to the young master of Qingyang Clan, bent down and held his hands, saying: "Young master, do you want to find out the details of the two of them first?"
"After all, a Qi-training monk with such a treasure..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slap fell on the face of the Qingyang Clan elder.
The powerful force directly sent it flying several feet.
"No matter who is behind it and dares to plot against me, I will make his life worse than death!"
As he spoke, his cold eyes swept over the elder, who was so frightened that his face turned pale and he stopped talking.
"You..."
Looking at the young master of Qingyang Clan who was getting closer, Yuan Yao shook her lips.
The spiritual power was instantly poured into the Fengling Jade, and the small green-purple jade sword turned into a sharp sound that broke through the air.
Disappeared instantly.
His speed was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of the young master of Qingyang Clan in the blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, the young master of Qingyang Clan, who had been prepared, immediately waved his fiery right hand in the air.
Take a hard shot.
The fiery giant hand fell down and hit the Wind and Thunder Kendama directly.
"Boom!"
Along with the huge roars, the wind and thunder power continued to surge out of the Wind and Thunder Kendama.
It is constantly intertwined with the Qingyang Demonic Fire.
The powerful blazing flame quickly melted the gravel on the ground.
It became a pile of broken glass.
"Hmph!"
The young master of Qingyang Clan snorted, waved his right hand, and quickly scattered the ashes not far away, looking at Yuan Yao with greedy eyes.
"For such a beautiful woman, it would be a pity not to make a furnace for me!"
As he spoke, the young master of Qingyang Clan was surrounded by emerald green flames, which turned into a green shadow.
Escape towards Yuan Yao.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuan Yao turned pale and didn't wait for him to escape.
The young master of Qingyang Clan has already arrived in front of him, with a pale face and a constant smile on his face.
It seems particularly penetrating.
"It would be great if Senior Yan could come!"
Yuan Yao's face was full of fear, looking at the young master of Qingyang Clan in front of him, he couldn't help but retreat.
"Whoops!"
At the same time, Yan Yun, who arrived late, happened to see the scene in front of him.
"Whoops!"
With a wave of his right hand, a purple thunder blade instantly cut through the air.
He quickly struck towards the young master of Qingyang Clan.
Feeling the sharp thunder blade, the young master of Qingyang Clan showed a ferocious expression: "Seeking death!"
The green flames all over his body quickly surged out of his body.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a ferocious evil ghost.
In addition to being good at Qingyang Demon Fire, the Qingyang Sect also has the ability to refine ghosts.
Such an existence that is neither human, nor ghost, nor demon is the Qingyang Sect.
His spiritual consciousness swept across the young master of Qingyang Clan. His cultivation level was not low, and he was in the middle stage of pill formation. As for the elder of Qingyang Clan not far away, his cultivation level was also in the middle stage of pill formation.
Therefore, when he saw Yan Yun, who was only in the middle stage of pill formation, he did not panic, but took out an emerald green poison flag.
As spiritual power continues to flow into the green banner, it grows stronger in the wind.
Rolling emerald green poisonous smoke continuously spewed out, instantly pouring out of the poison flag.
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
From a distance, it looked like an emerald-green poisonous mist dragon, charging toward Yan Yun.
Yan Yun looked like this and waved his right hand lightly.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
As sharp sounds broke through the air, purple thunder wood swords flew out of the storage bag.
It turned into a stream of blue-purple light and flashed past.
In an instant, the emerald green poisonous mist penetrated, and the nine purple thunder spirit wood swords passed through the thick mist.
Without slowing down, he quickly stabbed the Qingyang Clan elder.
His complexion suddenly changed, and he quickly spit out wisps of dark green poisonous mist.
Wrapping around in front of him, it condensed directly into a green shield, trying to resist the attack of the Spirit Wood Sword.
At this moment, the evil ghost with a ferocious face appeared above the head of the young master of Qingyang Sect.
With a roar, he spit out a mouthful of filth and spit it towards Yan Yun.
Looking at the scene in front of me.
Yan Yun raised his right hand, and the power of blue and purple wind and thunder continued to gather in the palm of his hand.
"Go!"
Yan Yun let out a soft cry, flicked his wrist, and quickly threw out the wind and thunder beads in his hand.
It turned into a blue-purple shadow and instantly hit the filthy thing.
"Boom!"
Along with the huge roar, green-purple wind blades continued to pour out from the wind and thunder beads.
The dense wind blades completely enveloped the young master of Qingyang Clan in an instant.
"Not good!"
Feeling the powerful power of wind and thunder emerging from the wind blade, the face of the young master of Qingyang Clan changed slightly.
The mouth opened slightly, and a cyan orb spit out from the mouth.
Above the orb, cyan light flows, along with the surge of spiritual power.
In an instant, a thick defensive light shield formed, completely covering the young master of Qingyang Clan.
This was also the method used by the young master of Qingyang Clan to save his life when he was attacked by Yanli.
This is a mid-level defensive magic weapon specially reserved for self-defense by the head of the Qingyang Sect.
It is enough to withstand the full blow of the monks in the late stage of pill formation, and is of extraordinary value.
If you encounter an ordinary monk in the middle stage of pill formation, you will be invincible just by relying on this magic weapon.
It's a pity that he met Yan Yun.
One after another, the wind blades landed on the emerald green light shield, making crisp clicking sounds.
Above the light curtain, ripples like water flow constantly appeared.
"How could it be so powerful!"
His eyes widened with disbelief.
At this moment, he was surprised to find that Yan Yun in the distance gathered an emerald-green spiritual sword in front of him.
The power of wind and thunder wraps around it, and the power bursts out from it.
The young master of the Qingyang Sect has only been seen in the late-stage pill-forming monks within the sect.
In fact, the power of that spiritual sword is greater than that of the late-stage pill-forming monks in the sect.
With this in mind, he quickly flew towards the island behind him without any hesitation.
Looking at the young master of Qingyang Clan who was escaping in a hurry, Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and waved his right hand lightly.
The spiritual sword in front of him disappeared instantly.
"Whoops!"
As a sharp sound broke through the air, when the spirit sword appeared again, it was already behind the young master of Qingyang Clan.
The sharp spiritual sword flashed past.
"Click!"
The spirit sword easily penetrated the cyan energy shield and directly penetrated the chest of the young master of Qingyang Clan.
His face was full of disbelief.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Seeing the tragic death of the young master of Qingyang Clan, the elder of Qingyang Clan not far away did not hesitate at all.
He quickly fled towards the island.
In the blink of an eye, the young master was killed. Naturally, he would not think that he was Yan Yun's opponent.
Yan Yun's eyes suddenly showed murderous intent, and naturally he would not let him escape.
The nine purple thunder wood swords were lined up in a row, one after another, passing through the air.
Like a long purple-green dragon.
The Qingyang Sect elder's complexion changed slightly, and the poisonous flag in front of him once again poured out the condensed poisonous mist.
A huge poisonous miasma shield was formed directly behind him.
"Stab it! Stab it!"
As a sound broke through the air, the Purple Thunder Qingyun Sword instantly penetrated the poisonous miasma.
"Ah!"
Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream sounded, and a green figure fell straight from the air.
Yan Yun had no expression on his face and glanced at Yuan Yao who was not far away.
He was lying on the ground, and not far away was the body of the young master of Qingyang Clan covered in blood.
"I wonder if the Soul Crying Beast has been refined!"
Yan Yun couldn't help but mutter silently, and with a slight wave of his right hand, he directly took the storage bag Spirit Beast Bag on the waist of the young master of Qingyang Clan into his hand.
"Are you Senior Yan?"
Looking at Yan Yun in front of her, Yuan Yao made a sound and knelt down directly in front of Yan Yun.
His snow-white head hit the ground hard, his red lips slightly opened, and he kept praying:
"Please save senior sister!"
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, his appearance restored, but he didn't expect Yuan Yao to recognize him.
Rather, he is as careful as dust.
Yan Yun followed Yuan Yao's gaze and saw that Yanli had already turned into a cold corpse.
He was frozen on the beach, motionless.
Seeing Yanli like this, Yan Yun quickly took out a sky blue jade gourd and pinched the magic formula with one hand.
A stream of light instantly fell on Yanli.
He directly used the Soul Capturing Technique to absorb Yanli's soul into the jade gourd.
For today, Yan Yun asked Sect Leader Wang to specially prepare a soul-nurturing gourd that can nourish the soul.
Although it is only a top-level magic weapon, the materials used are very rare.
It is a soul-nourishing jade that allows Yun to nourish the remaining soul.
Of course, its effect is naturally not as good as the soul-nourishing wood, but it is much better than the ordinary jade bottle.
"Already dead!"
Yan Yun flicked his wrist, handed the soul-nurturing gourd in his hand to Yuan Yao, and said: "This is her remaining soul!"
Hearing this, Yuan Yao's eyes darkened and he collapsed to the ground, his face full of disbelief.
The two women depend on each other for life and have a deep love as sisters.
Now that Yuan Yao heard the news of Yanli's death, she was heartbroken.
Looking at Yuan Yao who looked like this, Yan Yun whispered: "It's not that there is nothing we can do!"
Listening to Yan Yun's words, a trace of hope flashed in Yuan Yao's eyes, and she quickly raised her head and looked at Yan Yun: "As long as senior can help me rescue my senior sister, I will be ruined, all because of senior's orders!"
Looking at Yuan Yao who was so sincere, Yan Yun did not say much, but looked deeply at Yuan Yao and said: "If we can find the soul nourishing tree in the future, maybe we can still hope!"
"It's just that the soul-nurturing tree is one of the three sacred trees in the world!"
Yan Yun murmured in a low voice: "If you want to say where it can be found, it may only be found in Xutian Palace!"
"Get up!"
While speaking, Yan Yun looked at Yuan Yao who was kneeling on the ground, and sometimes waved lightly.
A ray of breeze blew over Yuan Yao's legs, slowly lifting them up.
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time, let's leave first!"
While speaking, Yan Yun put away the Qingyang Sect elder's storage bag, then summoned the purple double-headed phoenix, and gently hugged Yuan Yao's slender waist with his right hand.
Standing firmly on the back of the double-headed wind duck.
As for Yanli's body, Yuan Yao put it in the storage bag.
Looking at the messy scene in front of him, he waved his sleeves lightly.
Streams of blazing flames fell down on the two corpses, and the orange-red flames completely enveloped the entire island.
The blazing fire light shone on Yan Yun's face, making it glow red.
"Let's go!"
As Yan Yun finished speaking, the two wind eagles beneath him flapped their wings, setting off bursts of blue-purple wind.
It turned into a phantom and disappeared in place.
Piaomiao Island.
Wisps of fairy sounds lingered, and a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect, wearing a white skirt, was jumping in the square.
At the same time, a young girl who was about to worship at the Miaoyin Gate stood on the stone platform outside the square.
I was full of anxiety.
Although Miaoyinmen is not a large sect, for these female cultivators, they can worship in it.
Already the greatest creation.
"Siyue, do you think I can be included in the Miaoyin Sect?"
A girl with a round face pouted and looked at the girl beside her.
Wen Siyue smiled lightly: "He Qin, you have already reached the eighth level of Qi training at a young age, and you have the qualifications of the second spiritual root. It is not a problem to join the Miaoyin Sect!"
Hearing Wen Siyue's words of relief, He Qin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously: "Siyue, I feel relieved a lot with your words."
His eyes couldn't help but look to the top of the square. There is a woman in palace attire, sitting on it, not angry and proud.
"This is the sect leader!"
A trace of surprise flashed in Wen Siyue's eyes.
He Qin nodded and shook his body with envy: "I heard that the sect leader is already a monk in the middle stage of pill formation."
Having said this, he quickly approached Wen Siyue and asked softly: "Also, have you noticed that all of us in Miaoyin Sect are women!"
"Of course I know this!"
Wen Siyue nodded and replied: "My mother is a female cultivator of the Miaoyin Sect, but I heard from my mother that a male elder came to the sect decades ago!"
"Elder?"
He Qin looked surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Aren't all Miaoyinmen's exercises only suitable for women to practice? Why are there still male elders?"
"That elder was personally invited by the sect leader!"
Wen Siyue smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "The sect master was attacked once, and it was thanks to that senior who took action."
"That's it!"
He Qin suddenly understood and nodded slightly.
At the same time, a girl wearing a purple dress descended from the sky and appeared next to Master Wang.
The girl wore a purple veil, and a thick purple mist condensed on her face.
It can isolate spiritual consciousness and eyes from visiting.
The moment he saw the purple figure, He Qin was slightly startled and exclaimed:
"That must be the most beautiful woman of the Miaoyin Sect, known as the Purple Spirit Fairy!"
Wen Siyue nodded, staring at Zi Ling's back in the distance, and couldn't help but said:
"Ever since he came of age, he has been wearing a veil, making it difficult for outsiders to see his true face."
Zi Ling stretched lazily, and the silver bell tied to her ankle accompanied every move.
They all made a clear tinkling sound.
This made Master Wang slightly raise his eyebrows: "It's not like I wasted my Foundation Establishment Pill!"
"Hee hee!"
Listening to her mother's words, Wang Ning smiled and couldn't help but said: "That's natural!"
"It seems that the years I spent urging you to rest are not as good as an outsider's casual words!"
Sect Leader Wang snorted lightly and couldn't help but shook his head.
Wang Ning quickly stepped forward, hugged Master Wang's arm, and said softly and coquettishly: "Where is the outsider? It's obviously Uncle Yan!"
"I promised Uncle Yan that I would practice hard!"
Speaking of this, Wang Ning's eyes flashed with sadness, and she couldn't help but said: "Mother, Uncle Yan has been away for thirteen years, why haven't you come back yet!"
Zi Ling knew better than anyone the day Yan Yun left.
I have been thinking about it for a long time, and basically every time I leave the customs, I will ask the maid about the news about Yan Yun.
Naturally, Sect Leader Wang had known about this for a long time.
In this regard, I could only sigh bitterly.
"He left without saying when he would return!"
Master Wang shook his head and said calmly: "But you don't have to worry, his Taoist companion has already broken through the pill formation stage!"
"I think it won't be long before I come back!"
"Is it Sister Xin?"
Hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Zi Ling's eyes: "Sister Xin has broken through the pill formation stage?"
"Sister?"
Hearing the word "sister", Master Wang frowned slightly and couldn't help but said: "Ning'er! He is your uncle Yan's Taoist companion, and now he is a monk of Danjie!"
"How can you be worthy of a sister?"
Listening to her mother's accusation, Zi Ling didn't take it seriously and pouted: "This is what Sister Ruyin asked me to call you!"
As he spoke, he quickly ran towards the distance and sat on the wooden chair with his round butt.
He propped his chin up with his right hand and looked towards the giant stone square in the distance, waiting for batches of apprentice disciples to test their qualifications and cultivation.
Seeing Zi Ling sit down, a maid quickly came over and handed a cup of hot tea to Zi Ling.
The person in charge of recruiting disciples this time is Fan Jingmei, a descendant of the Zuoshi of the Miaoyin Sect. She is only forty years old and has reached the middle stage of foundation building.
The potential is good, and he may be able to achieve Fan Qiuyue's achievements in the future.
Fan Qiuyue's cultivation level was just at the peak of foundation building, and she couldn't break through to the pill-forming stage even after taking spiritual pills one after another.
Even trying to break through forcefully caused considerable damage to the body.
It will be difficult to go further in the future.
"Come up one by one and test your spiritual roots!"
Fan Jingmei glanced at the monks waiting in line and waved her sleeves lightly.
A transparent orb immediately floated on the stone pillar in front of him.
One by one, the monks slowly stepped forward, then placed their hands in the beads, testing their qualifications one by one.
As a monk performed the test, the female monk was either happy or sad when she learned the result.
soon.
Wen Siyue slowly stepped forward, stretched out her right hand and placed it on the spirit-testing bead.
As the light shone, three rays of red, green, and yellow light quickly appeared on it.
This also means that he is a monk with three spiritual roots.
"My qualifications are average, and my cultivation level is only at the eighth level of Qi training!"
Fan Jingmei glanced at Wen Siyue, frowned slightly, and said, "Because your mother is an inner disciple, you started as an outer disciple!"
Hearing this, Wen Siyue's face lit up and she quickly handed over her hands and thanked her:
"Disciple Wen Siyue, thank you, senior!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a huge blue-purple bird appearing in mid-air.
A young man in white clothes stood on the back of the giant bird, beside the man.
There was a girl with a pretty face, lying on the back of the bird in despair, her face full of sadness.
"Uncle Yan!"
The sharp-eyed Zi Ling immediately spotted Yan Yun's figure, exclaimed, and immediately ran towards Yan Yun.
Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and a wisp of blue-purple shadow flashed past, directly taking the two-headed wind eagle into the spirit beast bag.
Then he hugged Yuan Yao with his right hand and fell from the air.
"Huh?"
Yan Yun's consciousness swept over Zi Ling and he couldn't help but let out a light sigh.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for more than ten years, Zi Ling successfully broke through to the foundation building stage, and even reached the middle stage of foundation building now.
It seems that Zi Ling has not missed practicing in this short period of time.
"Uncle Yan, you are back!"
Zi Ling and Yan Yun had no inseparable feelings, and gently held Yan Yun's arm with both hands.
I haven’t seen him for more than ten years. Zi Ling is like an open flower.
Her face is as warm as jade, her skin is as white as snow, her breasts are firm, her buttocks are plump, and her figure is graceful and graceful.
Because his face was covered by a veil, Yan Yun could only see a pair of large black and white pupils.
This has not revealed the true appearance of the face. If the appearance were revealed, I don’t know how stunning it would be.
He stared at Yan Yun, and then at Yuan Yao, with a trace of vigilance flashing in his eyes, and he couldn't help but say: "Who is she!"
Yan Yun glanced at Yuan Yao and said lightly: "A miserable man!"
Speaking of this, Yan Yun glanced at Wen Siyue in the distance, then looked at Zi Ling, and approached: "Accept that person as a formal disciple!"
Zi Ling was slightly startled. Although he didn't know why he wanted to accept him as an official disciple, it was Uncle Yan's words after all.
There was no reason to refuse, Zi Ling nodded: "Yeah!"
"Elder Yan!"
Seeing Yan Yun's appearance, Master Wang's face was filled with joy, and he quickly saluted Yan Yun, and then joked: "I've been here for so many years, but that girl Wang Ning has been thinking about it for a long time!"
Yan Yun smiled slightly and cupped his hands towards Master Wang: "Congratulations to Master Wang on your great progress in cultivation!"
Now, Master Wang's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Dan Formation. Considering his age, it is still possible to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in the future.
Compared to Zi Ling, Sect Master Wang's qualifications are much better.
Unless Zi Ling practices magic skills, it will be difficult to reach the strength of Master Wang through normal practice.
"Prepare chairs!"
I saw Master Wang glance at the Miaoyin Sect disciple beside him, his red lips moved slightly: "Today happens to be the day when my Miaoyin Sect recruits disciples, and I hope Elder Yan will watch the ceremony together!"
Yan Yun glanced at the lost Yuan Yao and shook his head slightly: "Let's forget it!"
"I haven't been back to the cave for more than ten years. I miss my wife very much!"
Watching a group of monks in the Qi training period testing their spiritual roots?
Yan Yun is not without this interest. As for the Grape Fairy Wen Siyue, Yan Yun just does it casually.
"What Elder Yan said is true!"
Seeing that Yan Yun was about to leave, Master Wang didn't say anything more.
This made Zi Ling lose all intention of staying here, but when she was about to open her mouth, she was repelled by her mother's eyes.
"Let's go!"
Yan Yun waved his right hand lightly, and a double-headed wind bird more than one foot tall appeared in front of him.
Wisps of strong wind surged, completely covering the two of them in an instant, and landed firmly on the backs of the two-headed wind ducks.
Accompanied by a crisp bird song, the two-headed wind eagle flapped its wings and turned directly into a blue-purple shadow, flying towards the direction of Bishui Island.
After half a cup of tea, an island full of green rocks appeared in front of Yan Yun.
"Finally back!"
Looking at the island in the distance, a smile flashed in Yan Yun's eyes.
"I wonder Ruyin, how is Qiaoqian doing now?"
As the two-headed wind ducks approached, a white formation light curtain appeared on the island in front of them.
As Yan Yun approached, the entire array light curtain trembled slightly.
Then a gap appeared that was only for the passage of the two-headed wind ducks.
"Whoops!"
Along with the sharp sound of breaking through the air, the two-headed wind eagles instantly submerged into it.
As soon as they entered Bishui Island, they saw a blue figure flying from the direction of the cave.
It was extremely fast and arrived in front of Yan Yun in the blink of an eye.
Xin Ruyin was suspended in mid-air, and the aura exuding from her body had already reached the early stage of pill formation.
But at the same time, his face was pale and his condition was very poor.
It seems that Yan Yun has not come back for more than ten years, and Xin Ruyin's Dragon Roar Body has exploded again.
"Husband!"
Xin Ruyin landed beside Yan Yun, her red lips moved slightly, and she looked at Yan Yun, her eyes full of joy.
Yan Yun gently stroked Xin Ruyin's soft hair and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you would have broken through to the pill formation stage after just one visit!"
Xin Ruyin smiled and straightened the hair beside her ears, looked at Yan Yun and said, "It's a pity that Sister Qiaoqian hasn't come out of seclusion yet, and I don't know if she can break through!"
Chen Qiaoqian has practiced the third level of Chongyuan Gong and needs to continue to practice it again during the foundation building period.
Although it takes a lot of time and energy to break through the pill formation stage, it only takes a breakthrough.
It will be of great benefit in the future.
Moreover, when fighting with others, the spiritual power in his body is much more than that of others.
"Ruyin, this is Yuanyao!"
Yan Yun briefly informed Xin Ruyin of Yuan Yao's identity and experience, saying: "I will live on Bishui Island in the future!"
"She is a poor woman with love and justice!"
Xin Ruyin took a deep look at Yuan Yao and couldn't help but sigh: "Come with me, I will arrange a cave for you!"
Yuan Yao nodded vigorously, saluted Yan Yun, and then followed Xin Ruyin and flew towards the top of the mountain.
Watching the two girls leave.
Yan Yun smiled slightly, but did not hesitate and returned directly to the cave.
He looked at the narrow cave in front of him and the double-headed wind bird whose body was much larger.
Yan Yun knew it was time to reopen the cave.
Thousands of thunder fish were harvested this time, and at least a stream of several acres was needed.
As for the thunder dragon, it is best to feed it, just throw it into the sea and let it hunt freely.
After the thunder dragon breaks through to the sixth level, it will not encounter danger at all in the nearby sea area and can be completely free-range.
And since he hasn't come back for more than ten years, there is not enough blood food for the blood evil spirit tree to devour.
As a result, the surrounding blood mist was very thin.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Yan Yun brushed the storage bag with his right hand, and a flaming ape several feet in size landed heavily in front of the Blood Evil Spirit Tree.
Feeling the rich breath of flesh and blood of the creature, the sharp dark purple tree roots instantly penetrated the body of the flaming ape.
As the tree roots continued to be devoured, the Flame Ape, which was originally full of flesh and blood, quickly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This time Yan Yun hunted more than a hundred flaming apes, which was probably enough to make this blood evil spirit tree bloom and bear a lot of fruits.
"Husband!"
At the same time, Xin Ruyin, who had settled Yuan Yao down, floated down.
"So many monsters?"
Looking at the flaming apes that were several feet in size, even though these flaming apes were already dead, the aura they emitted was at least level five.
A few have reached level six.
What's more, there is a ten-foot-sized flaming ape whose aura has reached level seven.
"Husband, did you kill all these monsters?"
Xin Ruyin's face was filled with disbelief and she couldn't help but ask.
Yan Yun naturally had no need to hide Xin Ruyin, so he stroked Xin Ruyin's face and nodded.
A trace of distress flashed across Xin Ruyin's face, and she whispered: "Husband, have you been fighting these powerful monsters every day for more than ten years?"
"It's okay!"
Yan Yun felt the chaotic aura around Xin Ruyin and said with a smile: "It's true that your current condition is very bad!"
While speaking, Yan Yun gently touched Xin Ruyin's slender right hand and pulled it gently.
Just put it in your arms.
Xin Ruyin's pretty face turned red and she whispered: "It's still broad daylight!"
"For us monks, what is the difference between day and night?"
After saying this, Yan Yun no longer hesitated and directly dragged Xin Ruyin into the cave.
The sleeves were waved lightly, and a jade bottle floated by his side.
Yan Yun stretched out his right hand and gently touched Xin Ruyin's smooth face.
Compared with more than ten years ago, Xin Ruyin today has a unique flavor.
After its strength reaches the pill formation stage, its temperament is excellent.
Although her appearance is not as good as Yuan Yao Zi Ling and other stunning talents, her eyes are particularly charming.
Being stared at so directly by Yan Yun, Xin Ruyin felt quite nervous and straightened her hair beside her ears from time to time.
Even the breathing temperature increased a lot.
Yan Yun slowly came forward, and a strong scent of sandalwood poured into his mouth and nose.
Wisps of blue-purple spiritual power continued to wrap around Yan Yun's body.
At the same time, Xin Ruyin's body was filled with vermilion spiritual power.
The two clasped their hands together, and their spiritual powers poured into each other's bodies.
As the two spiritual powers surged out of the body, they fell into the jade bottle.
The originally clear spiritual liquid water then flowed out with blue, purple and red three-color light, which looked very magical.
And among the spiritual light flowing out of Xin Ruyin, there were wisps of light golden spiritual light.
Hard to detect.
A few days later.
Yan Yun looked at Xin Ruyin in his arms and saw that her face was red with embarrassment, and beads of sweat were flowing down her face.
They were completely different from the two we met a few days ago.
“I don’t know when my constitution will be cured!”
Xin Ruyin hugged Yan Yun's arm and couldn't help but sigh.
Yan Yun gently stroked Xin Ruyin's hair and whispered: "If you want a radical cure, you may need a monk who is good at ice spells in the Nascent Soul stage!"
In the original work, Tian Qin'er was cured by the Ice Phoenix Han Yuan.
Therefore, the safest way is to let Bingfeng help.
However, now that Xin Ruyin's cultivation has reached the pill-forming stage, she is no longer as fragile as she was during the Qi-training stage.
Even if he didn't use Yin and Yang to enter the spirit to help alleviate the condition, he could still sustain it for decades.
"I'll go to the secret room so you can have a good rest!"
Yan Yun smiled slightly. Since he killed the young master of Qingyang Clan, he hasn't had time to investigate yet.
Entering the secret room alone, Yan Yun sat cross-legged, waved his right hand, and two storage bags and a spirit beast bag appeared in front of him.
Divine consciousness poured into the two storage bags, and the crystal clear spiritual stones filled the entire cave.
"As expected of the young master of Qingyang Clan, he actually has so many spiritual stones!"
After a cursory glance, there were nearly two thousand spirit stones in the two storage bags.
Thinking of the shabby appearance of the Leiyu Danjie monks again, Yan Yun couldn't help but shook his head.
With a wave of his sleeves, he directly took the pile of spiritual stones into the storage bag, followed by pieces of talismans and top-level magic weapons.
There are six or seven pieces in total.
"When the time comes, throw it to Master Wang and sell it!"
Yan Yun murmured, and then continued to search for a while.
Two jet black jade slips appeared in front of Yan Yun.
With a flick of his wrist, the first jade slip was placed between his eyebrows.
Divine consciousness pours into it, and the technique inside is called Yin-Yang Reincarnation Technique.
It is a technique for dual cultivation of humans and ghosts, and it is also a technique practiced by Yuanyao and Yanli who became a ghost cultivator in the original work.
After the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art, there is also a secret technique recorded.
Resurrection.
Yuan Yao was swallowed by the ghost mist during the process of performing the resurrection technique, and entered the land of darkness.
Yanli, on the other hand, was a blessing in disguise, as her soul condensed into a ghost body.
After practicing the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art with Yanli, he entered the abyss of the spiritual world.
It can be regarded as the second daughter's own opportunity.
Yan Yun slowly put down the jade slip, gently put it aside, and then took out the second jade slip.
Divine consciousness poured into it, and what was recorded in it was the cultivation method of Qingyang Demon Fire.
The supreme secret technique of Qingyang Sect is enough to compete with Master Xuanyin’s Xuanhun Yin Fire and Ancestor Jiyin’s Tiandu Corpse Fire.
"With the method of making flames, I wonder if these three secret methods can be integrated in the future!"
Yan Yun touched his chin and murmured in a low voice: "There are also dry blue ice flames."
Speaking of this, Yan Yun chuckled: "Thinking about these things now is really too far away!"
The last two items are the natal magic weapons of the young master and elder of Qingyang Sect.
There are three pieces in total, namely a cyan long sword, a cyan orb, and a poison flag-shaped magic weapon.
Among them, the cyan orb is an intermediate-level defensive magic weapon. It is estimated that it is an intermediate-level magic weapon given by Master Sanyang to the young master of Qingyang Clan for personal use.
The remaining low-level blue long sword is probably the natal magic weapon of the young master of Qingyang Clan.
Put two low-level magic weapons into the storage bag at will, and find time to throw them to the market for sale in the future.
After all, it is the magic weapon of the Qingyang Sect, and it is not convenient for Yan Yun to use it through the Miaoyin Sect.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Yun turned to look at the cyan orb.
As a defensive mid-level magic weapon, Yu Yanyun can still be of great use if used properly.
Touching the orb with his right hand, he felt that it was as warm and moist as jade, as if he was holding a fireball.
Divine consciousness and spiritual power slowly poured into it for sacrifice.
10,000 words on the 25th.
(End of chapter)