Chapter 144: Transparent and spiritual power, clear and clear spiritual water!
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Only then did Xun Tong realize that he had been defeated, and was still defeated by those stacks of talismans, which made him extremely ashamed.
His face was pale and he looked at the monks who were whispering in the stands.
His face was red and he was very ashamed.
At the same time, the monks in the stands exclaimed repeatedly with disbelief on their faces.
The thunder talisman is a primary and intermediate level talisman, each worth 6 low-level spiritual stones.
And those thirty or forty talismans were worth nearly two hundred low-level spiritual stones.
Just for one battle, he spent so many low-level spiritual stones.
In the eyes of everyone, it is really extravagant and can be described as a waste of money.
You must know that these can be replaced with some high-level magic weapons.
Everyone looked very incredible. There were still several competitions to come. Even if they got into the top ten, the gains would outweigh the losses.
Under the strange looks of many Luoyun Sect disciples, Yan Yun saluted the skinny monk, and then stepped out of the light barrier.
The competition ended soon after five days.
After three rounds of competition, Yan Yun successfully entered the top twenty-four, although the winning method was not glorious and made the monks in the sect very disdainful.
However, the monks admired Yan Yun's financial resources very much. In three rounds of competition, they burned nearly 500 low-level spiritual stones.
You must know that this consumes a top-level magic weapon.
It's really a luxury.
Tianquan Peak.
Because Yan Yun accidentally entered the twenty-four disciples, Mu Peiling came to the medicine garden again, looked at Yan Yun, and whispered:
"Next, Master Song from Bai Feng Peak will teach you how to practice!"
"You must know that Master Song of Bai Feng Peak is known as the most beautiful woman in Luoyun Sect!"
Speaking of this, Mu Peiling's eyes flickered and she said softly: "Master Song's teachings to you will be of great help to your future breakthroughs."
After listening to Mu Peiling's warning, Yan Yun immediately raised his hand and said, "Thank you, Uncle Mu, for the warning."
Song Yu from Bai Feng Peak has excellent aptitude, and he has Tianlinggen.
Although his cultivation level is only at the pill-forming stage, he has a magical power, which is of great use to Yan Yun.
That magical power is called Translucent Lingxi, so you can easily get this magical power in your hands.
In the original work, the Master of the Song Dynasty broke through the alchemy stage in less than a hundred years, and even used his clear vision to detect Du Dong's hidden identity.
You must know that there are many higher-level monks who know Du Dong's identity, and they can't find it with their spiritual sense.
It can be seen that the extraordinary powers of transparency and consonance are extraordinary.
In the early morning of the next day, Yan Yun stepped on a shining silver flying sword and flew towards Bai Feng Peak.
Bai Feng Peak is located at the easternmost edge of Luo Yun Sect. It is quite far away from the other five peaks, which makes it look like a lonely plum blossom and a proud snow.
Although this peak is the shortest among the Six Wonders of Peaks, it is full of greenery and flowers and trees.
In terms of beautiful scenery alone, it is the crown of all peaks, far from being comparable to the few peaks in Tianquan.
After half a stick of incense, Yan Yun had arrived at Bai Feng Peak.
Because this peak is mostly occupied by female cultivators, Bai Feng Peak has a strange unwritten rule.
All male disciples from other mountains who come here to do business must inform the disciples at the gate at the foot of the mountain before they can enter the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, there were three female cultivators in the Qi refining stage, laughing and saying something.
Seeing Yan Yun's appearance, they all came forward with curiosity on their faces.
When Yan Yun saw this, he cupped his hands and said, "I'm Yan Yun from Tianquan Peak. I'm here to receive the guidance and training from Master Song. I hope some senior sisters can share my knowledge."
Hearing the word Yanyun, the younger female cultivator with freckles on her face quickly chuckled:
"You are Yan Yun, right? The master is in the attic on the top of the mountain. You can go alone."
Hearing this, Yan Yun nodded, controlled the silver flying sword, and flew towards the top of the mountain.
Bai Feng Peak is not that high, and in a short time, he flew to the top of the peak.
There is a flat land with a radius of 100 feet, surrounded by white clouds, full of spiritual energy, and it is as strict as a fairyland on earth.
And in this fairyland-like place, there is only a solitary pavilion, standing on the top of the mountain.
This pavilion is about twenty feet high and has three floors. It is completely made of unknown white wood. It is not painted with any color and looks elegant and simple.
Sweeping his spiritual consciousness, Yan Yun noticed the figure of Master Song, and then a smile appeared on his lips, and he quickly landed in front of the attic, cupped his hands and shouted:
"Disciple Yan Yun, pay homage to Master Song."
After a while, a woman's gentle and moving voice came from the pavilion.
"Since you're here, just come directly to the second floor. I'll wait for you here."
"Yes!"
Yan Yun didn't hesitate at all, quickly stepped forward, pushed open the wooden door, and quickly reached the second floor.
The layout on the second floor is similarly cold and concise, with only a few chairs and a low stone table except for a few wooden shelves filled with some magical artifacts and jade slips.
A woman in blue was sitting on a chair, looking down at a pile of worn bamboo slips on the table. She seemed to be studying something attentively, and saw that its cultivation was at the early stage of elixir formation.
Sensing Yan Yun's appearance, the woman in blue raised her head, revealing a stunning appearance that made people's hearts beat.
"Are you Yan Yun?"
The woman was only twenty-five or six, her eyes swept over Yan Yun, her face was as cold as frost.
"Yes, Master!"
Yan Yun lowered his hand and replied with great respect.
"You come with me. You only have three days. How much you can comprehend depends entirely on your destiny!"
Senior Sister Song stared at Yan Yun closely, her eyes extremely clear, as if she wanted to see through Yan Yun.
But with Yan Yun's cultivation level, Senior Sister Song could not see through the breath-holding technique in the early stage of pill formation.
A strange light flashed in the clear and bright eyes of the woman in blue, and she closed her eyes with a trace of tiredness on her face.
"Recite the formula of the exercises you practice to me first. Then go to the first floor and wait for a while. Don't come up easily without my instructions."
Upon seeing this, Yan Yun slowly spoke out a thunder-type technique during the Qi training period.
Although Yan Yun has not practiced this technique, relying on his cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, he can disguise it at will.
But he was not afraid of Song Yu's investigation.
After a cup of tea, Yan Yun finished reciting the exercises.
Song Yu nodded, and then gently waved his snow-white right hand.
Upon seeing this, Yan Yun quickly retreated and exited the second floor.
Looking at Yan Yun's disappearing back, the monk surnamed Song frowned slightly, and a dark blue soundproof cover appeared beside him.
Then he took out a transmission talisman, opened his mouth slightly, and threw it into the light mask.
With a flash of fire, the teleportation note instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared.
Yan Yun downstairs raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile on his lips.
At the same time, halfway up the main peak of the Luoyun Sect, an old man with white beard stood at the window and looked out with a leisurely expression.
Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and a ray of fire shot directly towards him from the sky.
The old man raised his hand silently, and a piece of white cloud shot out from the palm of his hand. The red light was swept into his hand and turned into a fierce fire.
The brief voice of the woman in blue came from the firelight.
"There is nothing wrong with Yan Yun, but something is wrong with Du Dong."
"Hmph, there is indeed a ghost."
"I knew something was wrong. The Du family had a good relationship with the Fu family who was in charge of Baiqiaoyuan. They are really descendants of the Du family. They should naturally worship under the sect of Baiqiaoyuan. How could they come to my Luoyun Sect."< br>
The white-bearded old man said to himself coldly, with a hint of chill on his face.
"However, Junior Sister Song's lucid and spiritual powers are becoming more and more powerful. Except for the two junior uncles, whether I can resist it is a matter of two people."
The white-bearded old man seemed to have thought of something again, and murmured with a hint of envy.
Late night attic.
Yan Yun sat cross-legged in front of Song Yu, and a faint fragrance gushes out of Song Yu's body from time to time.
Under the gloomy night, a faint blue aura appeared in Song Yu's eyes, looking particularly magical.
"Understand what I say."
Song Yu looked at Yan Yun and opened her mouth slightly: "Practice hard in three days."
Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at Song Yu, and whispered: "Master Song, I understand!"
While speaking, a strange spiritual light flashed from Yan Yun's eyebrows.
Song Yu, who originally had light blue eyes, suddenly froze on the spot, and her eyes were even more confused.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, my magical power can only control ten breaths."
"We must seize the time."
Listening to the voice of Yin Yue beside his ear, Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked: "How do you practice your lucid and spiritual power?"
Song Yu didn't hesitate at all, directly lifted up the storage bag and handed over a jade slip.
The jade slip emits light blue light, which looks quite strange.
Yan Yun raised the jade slip and placed it between his eyebrows.
Divine consciousness poured into it, and the clear and clear cultivation methods were all imprinted in his mind.
After just five breaths, the cultivation method of Tong Ming Ling Xi was completely memorized.
Then Yan Yun flicked his wrist and returned the jade slip directly to Song Yu.
Ten breaths of time passed in an instant, and a trace of surprise flashed in Song Yu's eyes. She looked at Yan Yun and said, "Go down."
"Thank you, Master!"
Yan Yun stood up, cupped his hands towards Song Yu, and slowly retreated.
Unexpectedly, the art of Translucency and Lingxi requires the help of the spiritual liquid from the Spiritual Eye Tree to practice.
It can be regarded as an introduction, but if you want the power of Transparent Lingxi to be strong, in addition to practicing hard on your own, you need to continuously absorb spiritual liquid to quickly increase your power.
More than two months later, in the western mountain range of Yunmeng Mountain, the sect of Baiqiaoyuan is located, in a huge valley surrounded by mountains.
In the center of the valley, there is a huge stone platform.
There were nearly a hundred disciples from the three sects, standing on the stone chairs below the stone platform.
This time, the leader of the Luoyun Sect was Song Yu, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the Luoyun Sect.
Yan Yun stood in the crowd, looked at the disciples of the three sects, touched his chin, and thought carefully in his heart.
The competition is divided into three groups. Each group selects ten players to form a group with twenty players from the other two groups.
After each group competes in pairs, only the top four will be selected. Then the twelve brothers began to draw lots and compete to determine the final winner and the top ten.
The order of appearance in the competition was determined by drawing lots by the leading monks of the three factions, which was quite fair.
At the same time, a bald man from Baiqiaoyuan suddenly appeared in the center of the ring and announced slowly and calmly.
In Yan Yun's eyes, these competitions during the Qi training period were like playing house.
They all responded to the enemy with a large number of talismans, won easily, and finally pretended to be defeated.
Got ninth place.
At dusk five days later, in the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, there was an unknown valley standing against the mountain.
This valley is located in a remote place, and has been shrouded in endless mist for many years. It can be said that you can't see your fingers, and it is extremely wet and gray.
And in this mist, there are countless poisonous insects such as scorpions and snakes, entrenched in it.
On this day, the fog in the valley was foggier than usual.
Deep in the valley, at a seemingly chaotic pile of rocks, a white light suddenly flashed, and then two figures appeared there out of thin air.
One of the two people is wearing gray robes and has a ferocious face, while the other is wearing a green robe and jade belt and has an elegant appearance.
"Isn't this Brother Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect and Yu Daoyou from the Luoyun Sect? Why, the sword trial meeting is over?"
There was obviously no one around the pile of rocks, but a lazy, slightly hoarse voice of a man came out of nowhere.
"It turns out that Brother Yue is on duty today, and the conference is indeed over."
"The two of us will come over first to see how the Holy Land Mingqing Lingshui is prepared. If it is ready, let the ten disciples teleport over directly."
The monk surnamed Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect said with a smile that showed no signs of abnormality.
As for the old man in gray clothes on the side, his face was still expressionless and silent.
"What accident could happen? There are three alchemy monks like you and me here guarding here day and night."
The man who was hiding his body and transmitting the voice looked disapproving.
"The tree of spiritual eyes is of great importance, so it is better to be careful and avoid making big mistakes. What's more, the dripping of Mingqing Lingshui into the alcohol liquid must be the last step."
The monk surnamed Bai shook his head slightly and said.
"Okay. The Ming and Qing Ling Shui has been mixed. When the time comes, let them clean their eyes and leave immediately."
The man smiled and said very confidently.
The monk surnamed Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect raised his hand without saying anything, and a ray of white light hit a seemingly ordinary bluestone nearby.
Suddenly, light flashed in the pile of rocks, and after a white light emerged, the man disappeared without a trace.
This pile of rocks was actually a teleportation circle that was cleverly concealed.
After the old man in gray clothes saw the other party leaving, he found a rock nearby and sat down cross-legged.
At the other end of the teleportation array, in a small stone room in Baiqiao Courtyard, the figure of a Confucian scholar appeared in the array in the white light, surrounded by several high-level monks from the three sects including the old man named Fu.
At the same time, the sound of footsteps slowly came from outside the stone room, and an old man in red shirt walked in with a calm expression.
Followed by three sects of disciples who entered the top ten.
This time, although the Luoyun Sect still did not get the first place, there were four disciples in the top ten, ranking first among the three sects.
Song Yu looked calm on the surface, but felt quite complacent in her heart.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the four disciples.
A woman named Mu from Tianquan Peak and a young man named Sun Huo from Huoyun Peak with a cold face.
As for the other two people, they are Yan Yun and Na Du Dong.
After Yan Yun fell, when he saw Du Dong, Song Yu's expression did not change, but she couldn't help but snorted secretly in her heart.
A trace of sarcasm flashed through my heart.
As for the disciple who won the first place this time, he was a young man in black with an expression like a sword being drawn out of its sheath. This young man was Meng Di, a disciple of the ancient sword sect who possessed the "Nine Spirit Sword Body".
The "Nine Spirit Sword Body" is known as the three major sword cultivating spiritual bodies in the world of immortality.
With a top-level sword in his hand, no opponent could survive his overwhelming sword energy for even an hour and a half.
Obtained the final first place with absolute advantage.
Thinking of this, Song Yu felt a little jealous of the good luck of the Gujian Sect.
Yan Yun looked coldly at the room full of "dan masters", feeling neither surprised nor happy.
As soon as the conference is over.
Each of the top ten disciples was given a top-level magic weapon, and the young man in black named Meng Di was given an extra jade box with a Dingling Pill inside.
When Yan Yun saw the jade box, he couldn't help but touch his chin, and he was already thinking about when to take action.
A Soul-fixing Pill is enough to increase the chance of a peak-level pill-forming monk breaking through the Nascent Soul.
It is priceless, but it would be too wasteful to give it to these Qi-training and foundation-building monks.
When the time comes, you can easily take away the Soul-fixing Pill in his hand.
There are many treasures here. The most precious one is naturally the Tree of Spiritual Eyes, followed by two spiritual formulas: Dingling Pill and Mingqing Spiritual Water.
No matter what means are used, these must be held in one's own hands.
While Yan Yun was thinking about it, ten disciples had already begun to teleport.
As a white light flashed, Yan Yun's eyes lit up, and he appeared in a desolate pile of rocks filled with thick fog and humid air.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and used his spiritual consciousness habitually to investigate.
But as soon as his spiritual consciousness was released, he was surprised to find that it was blocked back by some kind of restriction.
You must know that Yan Yun's cultivation level is already at the early stage of Yuanying, and coupled with the blessing of the fourth level of Dayan Art, it is enough to rival the spiritual consciousness of the monks in the middle stage of Yuanying.
It's really incredible that even his own consciousness can resist it.
At the same time, an old man in gray clothes was seen walking forward slowly, and he pinched his right hand.
A stream of light fell on the thick fog.
"Boom!"
As a roar sounded, the thick fog that had been surrounding for a hundred years rolled up.
Then Yan Yun and the others surged around, but soon the fog suddenly dissipated, revealing a moss-covered stone wall, as if no one had ever been there.
"Listen carefully, because after the spiritual water is refined, it must be used to wash your eyes immediately, so you have this opportunity to enter the forbidden areas of the three sects."
"Otherwise, even I won't be allowed to get close to this place."
"After you enter, you can only stay there for one day and one night, and you must leave immediately the next day."
The Confucian scholar surnamed Bai seemed to be very familiar with everything inside. Before the other two could say anything, he warned in a cold voice.
There was a blur of water-like shaking on the stone wall, and then a green light shot out, making it difficult to look straight at.
After a while, when everyone came back to their senses and looked forward, they were shocked to discover.
The blue stone wall suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge stone door with double doors closed.
The stone door was densely covered with talismans, and the colorful auras were flashing non-stop. It was unknown how many powerful restrictions were placed on it.
Outside the stone door, there are several layers of yellow light curtains, covering the door inside, making it impossible to easily access the stone door.
But at this time, in front of the huge door that was more than ten feet high, stood a monk in yellow clothes with his hands behind his back.
This monk seemed to be in his forties, with thick black eyebrows that were slightly upturned, and an astonishing evil look on his face, which would make ordinary people feel frightened at first sight, and they would not dare to look at him at all.
Seeing the appearance of several people, the monk in yellow didn't hesitate at all. He waved his sleeves and a yellow token appeared in his hand.
He had a solemn look on his face and was mumbling something.
The token suddenly glowed with yellow light, and then a sheet of yellow cloud swept out from the rush. Wherever it went, the light curtains melted and disappeared, revealing a passage several feet in size.
"All in, move quickly."
When the scholar in white saw this scene, he urged without thinking.
Then it took the lead and turned into a white rainbow and flew forward.
The old man in gray clothes and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan gave the same instructions and shot in the same way.
Seeing this, Yan Yun and others did not dare to neglect, and followed in with their weapons.
What appeared in front of us was a huge stalactite cave.
This grotto is several hundred feet long and wide, and twenty or thirty feet high. At first glance, it feels like you have entered the underground world.
What is even more surprising is that there are stalactite pillars of different sizes on the ground, forming a natural stone forest.
Most of the grotto is densely surrounded, like a small maze.
Yan Yun took a closer look and saw a white spiritual light flashing between the stone pillars, which was quite mysterious.
at the same time.
The old man in gray clothes led a few people to the edge of the stone forest. He turned his hand and revealed a white ancient mirror the size of a palm.
The old man in gray robe opened his mouth slightly and muttered something.
Gently raising his right hand, a white beam of light shot out from the mirror and shot straight to the stone forest in front of him.
A "Puff" sound came, and the light beam disappeared into the forest like a mud cow entering the sea.
"Boom!"
As a roar sounded, a path slowly rose up, leading directly to the center of the stone forest.
Yan Yun finally saw the tree of spiritual eyes.
The Tree of Spiritual Eyes is a straight object as thick as an arm and light green in color, as rough as a stone pillar.
The entire cave's astonishing aura continuously gushes out from the stone pillars.
Moreover, there is a layer of pale golden light outside the stone pillar, covering it tightly from the top to the root.
At this time, a jade bottle was suspended under the spiritual tree.
This bottle is about half a foot tall, thin at the top and thick at the bottom. It vaguely exudes a familiar medicinal fragrance, rich and refreshing.
Just wait for the alcohol to flow down and take the final step to brew the clear and clear water.
The others consciously stopped when they were a few feet away from the Spiritual Eye Tree.
Only the old man in gray clothes walked forward quickly without any scruples. The pale golden light shield seemed to have no effect on him at all, allowing him to pass through the shield as if it was nothing.
The old man in gray robe walked slowly to the tree of spiritual eyes, looked at it for a moment, then raised his right hand and landed on the tree.
Wisps of emerald green spiritual light instantly wrapped around the five fingers, spread along the trunk, and completely enveloped it.
After half a cup of tea, the old man in gray robe shook his head slightly and slowly retracted his five fingers. The green light on them disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.
"It's not the best time to take the alcohol liquid yet. We still need to wait for another three or four hours."
"You guys just sit cross-legged nearby and rest for a while while I finish the last step of mixing the Ming Qing Ling Shui. I'm just waiting for the alcohol liquid to be dripped in."
The gray-robed old man glanced at Yan Yun and others, and then said lightly.
(End of chapter)