Chapter 152 The shocked Duobao Girl!
"Crack, click, click!"
With two crisp clicks, the pair of mid-level magic weapons that the great elder was proud of were shattered by physical fists.
Even though he was a well-informed elder, seeing such a strange sight, he still opened his mouth in disbelief.
Yan Yun glanced at the great elder with cold eyes and waved his sleeves without any hesitation.
A ball of vermilion flame appeared in front of him out of thin air.
"Crack!"
As the harsh thunder sounded, the great elder took a closer look and saw where the flames were. It was clearly a condensed flame of vermilion thunder.
"Binghuo Yanglei!"
Seeing the legendary divine thunder gathering in front of him, the great elder's expression changed slightly and he exclaimed in surprise.
He couldn't understand why a mere monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul could actually have so many tricks.
Looking at the infinitely powerful Binghuoyang Lei, the Great Elder opened his lips without any hesitation.
"Definitely!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient mirror the size of a palm and extremely dark appeared in front of him.
There is darkness in the front of the mirror, giving people a deep and eerie feeling.
But a five-color light beam shot out from it. The contrast was so strong that it made people feel a little weird.
It instantly landed on the Binghuoyang Lei, directly freezing the extremely turbulent Binghuo Yanglei in mid-air, as if unable to move.
"Light-condensing mirror?"
Yan Yun glanced at the precious mirror above the elder's head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he smiled lightly.
In the Bloody Forbidden Land, the Qing Ning Mirror sacrificed by Duobao Girl is an imitation of this Ning Guang Mirror, and its power is less than one percent of that of the Ning Guang Mirror.
But its power is enough to dominate among the top magic weapons, and the power of this condensed light mirror can also be seen from it.
The great elder was suspended in mid-air, constantly pinching the magic formula with one hand, and streams of colorful light continued to pour out from the condensed light mirror, fixing the Binghuo Yang Lei in mid-air, with unparalleled power.
What made the great elder uneasy was that the face of Yan Yun across from him was like this, and there was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.
It was as if the Binghuoyang Lei fixed in mid-air had nothing to do with it.
"Rampant!"
The great elder snorted coldly, then pinched the magic formula with one hand and landed directly on the condensed light mirror.
Immediately, the Ningguang Mirror trembled slightly, and Muran shot out a slightly thinner beam of light, which quickly flew out of the Ningguang Mirror and shot straight towards Yan Yun, trying to immobilize Yan Yun.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun smiled faintly: "Is it possible that I underestimated my Binghuo Yanglei?"
The great elder was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by the harsh sound of burning flames, the Binghuoyang Thunder suddenly burst into flames. The raging thunderous flames broke away from the light curtain in an instant and blasted straight towards the Condensing Light Mirror.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the great elder's expression changed slightly: "How is that possible?"
Ever since he got this light-condensing mirror, he has been in trouble. As long as the spells and magic weapons that are immobilized by it are unable to move.
But now when facing this Binghuoyang thunder, it has lost its effect.
The great elder's expression darkened, and he opened his mouth without hesitation, and sprayed a ball of essence onto the mirror. The beam of light facing Binghuo Yanglei immediately thickened by three points, and immediately turned into a ball of five-color rays of light, completely covering it.
The friction between the two made a dull, harsh burning sound.
But soon, the colorful rays of light condensed by the condensed light mirror fell into disadvantage.
The power of Binghuoyang Thunder is extraordinary, and the colorful rays of light are getting weaker and weaker, as if they will break through the colorful rays of light at any time and burn the great elder to death.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the Great Elder snorted coldly and opened his red lips.
The small sword spurted out a mouthful of blood.
This sword is only a few inches in size, but its entire body is blood red and crystal clear, emitting a dazzling blood light. And within the body of this sword, there is still a faint trace of black energy that cannot move around in it, which is even more weird.
As soon as the small sword appeared, it trembled and buzzed on its own without waiting for the woman to move it, and a bloody aura suddenly filled the entire hall.
"Blood Demon Sword!"
Yan Yun glanced at the small bloody sword and smiled lightly: "I didn't expect that there is a magic weapon."
The Great Elder glanced at Yan Yun coldly and said in a cold voice: "I have used this treasure, you can go with peace of mind."
As he spoke, the great elder slashed hard with the bloody sword in his hand, slashing it down hard.
Violent spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared above Yan Yun's head.
A huge sword energy that was about ten feet long appeared there.
This sword energy is as scarlet as blood, and the evil energy is soaring to the sky.
And using this Blood Demon Sword consumes a lot of money for the Great Elder.
With just one blow, most of his energy was extracted, and the originally bright red face lost all color.
And after a flash of light in his hand, the blood sword returned to its original size and fell into his hand.
The sword energy only fell by half, and the nearby spiritual energy was sucked away by the blood-red sword energy like a thousand streams flowing into the sea.
At the same time, Yan Yun, who was dozens of feet away, noticed that his body tightened, as if his body was imprisoned by something.
The bloody air rushed towards him.
Looking at the scarlet bloody sword energy, Yan Yun's expression remained unchanged and he directly raised his right hand.
A ball of snow-white flame appeared out of thin air, and the Shura Holy Fire came out of his hand and turned into a stream of light, falling straight towards the bloody sword energy.
The surging bloody sword energy of the demonic energy collided with the Shura holy fire, causing a piercing roar.
"How is it possible?"
The great elder's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yun, who was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, could actually resist this magic sword.
You must know that since this sword appeared strangely in Tiannan, it is not known whether it is an ancient treasure or a magic weapon.
Because this sword can be taken into the body like a magic weapon, but it cannot be refined and recognized like a magic weapon. Almost anyone who gets this sword can exert amazing power.
Facing the void slash of this sword, apart from running away early to avoid it, there is almost no way to stop it.
Anyone who uses martial arts or magical weapons to take this sword forcefully will most likely be cut in half.
Of course, when using this sword, in addition to using a large amount of blood essence and vitality, one must always beware of the backlash of the demonic energy on the sword.
Because after using this sword, depending on the length of time, the true essence in the body will be contaminated with a trace of demonic nature. If the accumulated demonic nature is too much, there will be times when the master of the Blood Demon Sword will be backlashed by the demonic energy and lose his sanity. In the end, Demonized and danced to death.
There are several other treasures like this in Tiannan, so the Tiannan monks simply call them "magic weapons".
I don’t know where the great elder got this magic weapon.
And since getting this treasure, it will only be activated when facing the enemy of life and death.
And he succeeded in winning every time, although he paid a more or less price.
Now when this treasure is sacrificed, it means that the great elder has the intention to kill Yan Yun.
But he never expected that it would be easily offset by that mediocre white flame.
Even above the power, the power of his Mo Sword has even declined.
"How could this happen?"
The great elder thought secretly and muttered in his heart: "Could it be that he used some disposable treasure? Otherwise, how could he resist my magic sword?"
"The power is really good!"
Yan Yun nodded slightly, but the meaning in his words was very sincere.
The power of Shura's holy fire is extraordinary, and this demonic sword can actually break evenly with it, which is already very extraordinary. After all, the Shura Holy Fire is made up of many powerful flames, and it even incorporates dry blue ice flames. Its strength and power can be imagined.
Yan Yun's sincere words fell into the ears of the great elder, but they turned into joking ridicule.
"Seeking death!"
How could the Great Elder have ever suffered such humiliation? He let out a cry of anger, opened his mouth, and another small silver sword spurted out.
Then his hands kept pinching the magic formula, and in an instant, the silver light on the small sword bloomed, and the dazzling silver stream enveloped the whole body.
Immediately after the sound of "Pfft", the silver sword trembled and turned into thousands of slender silver threads in the light, shooting out through the air.
"Turn swords into silk?"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun couldn't help but chuckle: "It just so happened that I also practiced a skill."
While speaking, Yan Yun slowly raised his right hand, and the green-purple light quickly condensed in the palm of his hand, condensing and forming.
In the end, a crystal clear blue-purple jade sword was formed, and the sword energy was filled with it, as if it wanted to completely smash the air.
"Go!"
Yan Yun flicked his fingers and heard a click, and the jade sword instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
What immediately appeared in mid-air was dense blue-purple sword threads.
Compared with the sword qi transformed silk used by the great elder, Yan Yun's sword qi transformed silk contains the power of surging wind and thunder.
Cutting through the air, the air along with it made a buzzing sound, and was instantly intertwined with the golden sword thread.
"Boom!"
As bursts of roaring sounds sounded, the swords from both sides slashed at each other.
But obviously, the sword wire containing the power of wind and thunder is more powerful.
In just a few breaths, the golden sword thread was shattered.
"How is it possible!"
The Great Elder's eyes widened with shock. The three methods he used were all easily resolved by Yan Yun.
"Is there really such a powerful early Yuanying monk?"
The great elder's heart skipped a beat, and he was at a loss for a moment.
After thinking for a moment, he took out a pure golden token, which controlled the entire sect's restrictions.
Today's Great Elder has no means to deal with Yan Yun. He can only rely on the sect's restriction and use the power of heaven and earth in Linglong Mountain to kill Yan Yun.
"I thought that the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul could make me happy, but it seems that I thought too much!"
Yan Yun shook his head slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and then his body shook slightly.
"Buzz!"
As a buzzing sound sounded, golden-purple wind and thunder wings suddenly appeared beside him.
Yan Yun's figure quickly disappeared from the spot.
When Yan Yun appeared again, he was already behind the great elder.
"Not good!"
Feeling the sharp sound of breaking through the air coming from behind, the great elder's complexion suddenly changed, and he quickly activated the magic formula, and the surging spiritual power quickly condensed into shape.
A golden talisman appeared in front of him.
The great elder bit his lip and sprayed a mouthful of blood directly on the talisman.
The golden talisman quickly emitted a dazzling golden light at this moment, condensing into a huge golden shield in front of him.
The shield is so thick and powerful that even a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk would find it difficult to break through it.
But it was very unfortunate that he met Yan Yun.
Feng Lei Ning's swordsmanship was used with all his strength, and a blue-purple spiritual sword light was condensed in front of him.
"Go!"
At such a close range, the sword energy condensed by the wind and thunder quickly fell down and penetrated deeply into the golden shield.
"Crack!" With a sound, a white crack quickly appeared on the shield's light curtain.
"How is it possible?"
Following the great elder's exclamation, a sharp sword energy touched the great elder's neck directly.
"Tick tock! Tick tock!"
Several drops of bright red blood slowly flowed down the elder's neck.
As long as it makes the slightest movement, the power of the raging wind and thunder is enough to crush it into pieces.
The elder's face was pale and he looked at Yan Yun with a dazed look on his face.
It was unimaginable even for a moment that a dignified monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul could be reduced to such a state.
"I'll give you two ways!"
Yan Yun glanced at the great elder with cold eyes and said calmly: "The first thing is to die now."
"The second is to let me leave a restriction on my body. Your life and death will depend on my thoughts in the future."
As he spoke, wisps of pale white Shura holy fire continued to flow down from Yan Yun's right hand, and the blazing flame slowly flowed to the great elder.
As long as Yan Yun has a thought in his heart, he can kill him.
"Tick tock! Tick tock!"
Drops of cold sweat slowly dripped from the great elder's forehead.
"I...I..."
In the end, the great elder couldn't resist his desire for life and bowed his head.
"I like smart people."
Yan Yun glanced at the great elder and said calmly: "Relax your mind."
With a light wave of his right hand, Yan Yun tapped one finger on the great elder's eyebrow.
A stream of pure white light condensed from the fingertips and poured into the great elder's body.
After just half a cup of tea, Yan Yun retracted his right hand and turned to look at the ancient treasure condensing mirror that fell to the ground not far away, with a smile on his lips.
With a flick of his right hand, he easily took the condensed light mirror into his hand.
"This ancient treasure is not bad, just treat it as an apology to me."
After saying that, Yan Yun took it into his sleeve, and the green light flashed and disappeared instantly.
And in the cave not far away, a female cultivator in the early stages of forming pills stared blankly at Yan Yun who had escaped.
His mouth opened slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "Yan Yun, he actually defeated the great elder!"
The woman was clearly Duobao Nu. After her defeat in the Bloody Forbidden Land, she lost her previous surliness and practiced diligently. She successfully broke through to the early stage of pill formation decades ago.
They were both Qi Practitioners back then, but they never expected that the gap between the two would be so huge.
Now that Yan Yun is a Yuanying monk, he can easily defeat even the great elders who are in the middle stage of Yuanying.
When I think about myself now, I am only in the early stages of forming pills.
A feeling of sadness swept over me.
With a flash of green-purple light, Yan Yun had already arrived in the cave.
Looking at Nangong Wan who was wearing a white dress, she smiled and handed over a condensed light mirror.
"This is senior sister's magic weapon!"
(End of chapter)