Chapter 158: Master Cangkun fell into the Demon Valley!
Master Tianjing looked gloomy, looked deeply at Yan Yun, and said: "In such a dangerous forbidden area, I wonder how you escaped?"
Yan Yun glanced at Master Tianjing and said calmly: "Do you have a puppet in the pill formation stage?"
"Of course there is."
Naturally, Master Tianjing did not sell all the pill-forming puppets, but still kept some.
With this in mind, Master Tianjing waved his right hand, and a beast-shaped puppet appeared in front of him in an instant.
Then he looked at Yan Yun, his eyes full of surprise: "Could it be possible to use puppets inside?"
Yan Yun smiled and shook his head, and then slowly placed his right hand on the puppet under his surprised gaze.
The crystal clear, white jade-like five fingers gently landed on the puppet.
"Click! Click!"
With a crisp click sound, all five fingers sank into the puppet.
Under Yan Yun's constant exertion, the completely intact puppet turned into a pile of broken metal at this moment.
"What."
Seeing this scene in front of him, Master Tianjing exclaimed, his eyes full of disbelief.
He never expected that Yan Yun was actually a powerful physical cultivator who could easily crush a puppet in the pill formation stage with just a few moves of his fingers.
"The spiritual power was imprisoned there, and it was only by virtue of my strong body that I was able to survive."
Yan Yun glanced at Master Tianjing. It was obvious that he had not practiced the physical training technique. If he entered the land of darkness, there would be only one way to die.
Master Tianjing lowered his head and pondered, thinking carefully.
"I have told you all this, so I will take my leave."
Yan Yun had another thing to do, so naturally he would not stay here with Master Tianjing. After cupping his hands, he turned around and left.
When he said goodbye to Nanlong Marquis that day, he specially sent a message to him, asking him to go to the trade fair.
This trip is related to the future of the demon clan, and Yan Yun must go.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Yan Yun quickly disappeared under the night in the direction indicated by Nanlong Hou.
After half a cup of tea, Yan Yun came to the south of the city, and a very ordinary stone house appeared in front of him.
As soon as Yan Yunfang approached, the wooden door opened by itself, and Marquis Nanlong, wearing a jade crown and purple robe and a long beard, came out.
He looked at Yan Yun and said with joy on his face: "Fellow Taoist Yan, you are finally here. I will introduce you to a few channels to let you know a few things."
"Thank you. Your Majesty, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Yan Yun said a few polite words, and then followed Nanlong Hou into the stone house.
Restrictions were placed indoors, and no one could be seen from the outside.
Upon seeing this, Marquis Nanlong used the magic formula and a golden cloud flew out of his sleeve.
After the golden clouds passed, a certain inconspicuous ground in the house suddenly flashed with white light, the illusion disappeared, and a dark stone step suddenly appeared.
"Fellow Taoist Yan, come with me."
Marquis Nanlong bowed his hands towards Yan Yun and then took the lead in striding down the stone steps.
When Yan Yun saw this, he naturally walked away without hesitation.
The stone steps are very short, and almost as soon as you step forward, you will appear in a small underground hall. The soft white light of a few moonstones illuminates the place dimly and brightly, but it is not very clear.
There were seven or eight monks inside, six sitting and a pair of women standing.
Unexpectedly, three of the eight people were acquaintances.
Among them, the monk sitting on the wooden chair is the ancestor of the Yan family.
I haven't seen him for more than a hundred years, but I didn't expect him to use the resources of the Ghost Spirit Sect to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop.
It's really great luck.
As for the pair of women behind the ancestor of the Yan family, one of them is his old enemy Yan Ruyan.
His whole body exudes a faint blood light, but his cultivation has reached the peak of pill formation. As for the woman next to him, Yan Yun is also very familiar with it.
It is Yan Ruyan's best friend Yan Jiu, whose qualifications are not as good as Yan Ruyan's Tianlinggen, and now his cultivation has actually reached the early stage of pill formation.
Not surprisingly, it must be that he has practiced some special dual cultivation secret method, and his cultivation realm has progressed so quickly.
However, due to the change in Yan Yun's appearance, the three people in front of him did not recognize him.
When these people saw Nanlong Hou and Yan Yun coming in, they glanced over at the same time.
However, Yan Yun's transformation technique was so powerful that he didn't realize that the Yuanying monk in front of him was the young Yan family kid he abandoned back then.
As for the remaining five people, they are all Yuanying monks, and one of them, an old man in a white shirt without a beard, has the same cultivation level as Nanlong Hou, and they are all middle-stage Yuanying monks.
Yan Yun couldn't help but take a few more glances at the old man in a white shirt without a beard, and his eyes moved slightly and looked straight at Yan Yun. Their eyes were piercingly cold, as if they were about to completely freeze the person.
When Yan Yun saw this, a smile appeared on his lips, blue light flashed in his eyes, and the biting chill suddenly stopped.
On the contrary, the old man in white shirt trembled slightly.
Seeing that the old man in the middle stage of Yuanying suffered a loss, Marquis Nanlong, who was not far away, couldn't help laughing out loud: "Brother Yun, although Taoist fellow Yan is only in the early stage of Yuanying, his methods are extraordinary, far beyond those of ordinary early stage monks. ”
Hearing the words "fellow Taoist Yan", Yan Ruyan in the distance could not help but tremble slightly, staring at Yan Yun with a surprised expression, always feeling that Yan Yun's figure was somewhat familiar.
Yan Yun ignored this and found an empty chair, sitting down calmly and peacefully.
Then he glanced at everyone present with a half-smile, and saw that the old god was there.
Nanlong Hou, as the initiator, stood in the middle with a serious expression and said in a deep voice:
"Some of these fellow Taoists are righteous monks, some are from demonic sects, and some are solitary monks."
"But there is one thing that everyone has in common. That is that their spiritual consciousness is extremely powerful. This is also the reason why I will invite several fellow Taoists to gather here."
Having said this, Marquis Nanlong's eyes moved slightly and continued:
"But this matter is very important. It's up to you to decide whether to participate in this matter. If you don't want to, I will never force you."
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and touched his chin with his right hand, knowing that the main dish was coming.
A cold-faced monk suddenly said: "Hey, forget about the others, why are these two juniors from the Ghost Spirit Sect here? Don't tell me, can the consciousness of these two people compare with mine?" Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the ancestor of the Yan family and sneered.
Nanlong Hou seemed to have expected it and immediately explained:
"Fellow Daoist You, you may have made a mistake this time. Although the two of them are not very skilled, they are proficient in secret arts. Together they can combine their spiritual consciousness into one. In a short period of time, their spiritual consciousness is not weaker than mine." Waiting.”
"You know, it's really hard to find monks with powerful spiritual consciousness like us. Several Taoist friends have either practiced some kind of skills, or are born with extraordinary spiritual consciousness, and some have treasures that can strengthen their spiritual consciousness. Otherwise, they have treasures that can strengthen their spiritual consciousness. I am a person who does useless things.”
After listening to Nanlong Hou's words, Yan Yun touched his chin.
That's what he said, but in fact Nanlong Marquis also had requirements when searching for someone.
Otherwise, everyone is looking for monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which can completely meet their requirements.
The monks he seeks should preferably be in the early stage of Nascent Soul and will not pose a threat to the two.
After all, Nanlong Hou organized this trip and naturally did not want others to get the maximum benefit.
As Marquis Nanlong finished speaking, the monk surnamed You with a frosty face snorted:
"In this case, even if You didn't say what you just said."
After hearing what Nanlong Hou said, the other Nascent Soul monks naturally had no objections and waited for the next words.
"The purpose of calling everyone here this time is actually to ask you to follow me on a trip to Mulan Grassland."
Marquis Nanlong slowly scanned everyone before speaking slowly.
"Mulan Grassland."
Hearing this, the monks present were shocked. The ancestor of the Yan family frowned slightly and asked quickly:
"Brother Nanlong, are you right? Are you going to Mulan Grassland?"
The expressions of the other monks were not much better. But the old monster Nascent Soul sitting here has not gone through countless storms to get to this point.
Therefore, although he was shocked in his heart, he could still maintain his composure and wait and see how Marquis Nanlong would answer this question.
"Fellow Taoist misunderstood. When I said I wanted to go to the Mulan Grassland, I didn't mean to go deep into the grassland, but just on the edge of a hundred miles away."
Nanlong Hou explained calmly.
"That's also a very risky thing. I heard that after years of recuperation, the Mulan people are getting ready to take action again. Now the edge of the grassland is the real dangerous place. I'm afraid the magicians of the same level as us, There must have been a lot of people gathered.”
The expression of monk surnamed You changed slightly and he quickly said:
"Even though those magicians have a single magic weapon, their cultivation and skills are not inferior to our monks. Moreover, the spiritual arts they are proficient in are surprisingly powerful. If they are discovered, it will be difficult for us to escape unscathed. ”
Marquis Nanlong's face darkened, and then he said: "How could I not know how difficult the magician is? Back then, I fought with a Nascent Soul magician for three days. You must know that his cultivation level was worse than mine, and he couldn't help it. Nothing to do with him.”
The ancestor of the Yan family smiled slightly and couldn't help but ask: "In this case, Taoist friend is still planning to go to Mulan Grassland. If there is something really great there, otherwise Brother Nanlong would not take this risk."
"Haha, Brother Yan knows me well. I wonder if any of my Taoist friends know the name of Master Cangkun?"
Nanlong Hou changed his voice and suddenly said a very familiar name.
"Master Cangkun?"
An old woman who had been silent for a long time couldn't help but be moved when she heard this. Her cloudy eyes revealed wisps of light, and she quickly said: "But five thousand years ago, the Tian Nan Kuang who overcame both good and evil. Repair?”
"Mrs. Tai is right about what she said. She is the lunatic who caused great troubles between good and evil. He was definitely the number one among the loose cultivators in Tiannan back then. With his unfathomable magical powers, he swept across Tiannan with almost no opponents."
Marquis Nanlong's face moved slightly, and he said with a strange expression: "Even the Great Elder of the Demonic Hehuan Sect and the leader of the Righteous Alliance, the two recognized first demons, dare not say that they can defeat this semi-madman. ”
The ancestor of the Yan family touched his beard and asked in a low voice: "Fellow Taoist is talking about this person now. Is it related to this crazy cultivator?"
Marquis Nanlong looked solemn and nodded slightly: "That's what fellow Taoist Yan said. The place we are going to this time is a secret cave that Master Cang Kun carefully arranged before his death."
"Impossible. Wasn't that madman then surrounded by many monks and shot to death on the spot because he offended the public?"
The old woman shook her head like a drum and said in disbelief.
Nanlonghou heard the words and smiled softly. Just when he was about to explain, the old man in white shirt who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul next to him suddenly spoke:
"Master Cang Kun was not killed that year, but was forced to self-destruct the two puppets he was practicing, and then used the means of concealing the truth to escape."
"However, after this battle, Master Cang Kun's vitality was severely damaged. After resting for several years, he disappeared from his original cave without a trace. There has been no news from him since."
Having said this, the monk surnamed Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, a trace of complacency flashed in his eyes, and said:
"It wasn't until my fellow Taoist fellow Nanlong and I found his final resting place that we learned that the master had come up with the idea of Falling into the Devil's Valley after he disappeared that year. He risked his life to break into this valley, and also became a slave. The first person to survive the Demon Valley.”
"Surviving from the Devil's Valley, how is this possible!"
The old woman surnamed Tai moved her lips slightly and made a sharp sound, appearing extremely excited.
Not only the old woman surnamed Tai, but also everyone else took a deep breath.
You must know that the Falling Demon Valley is surrounded by dangers, and no one of the Nascent Soul cultivators present dared to escape safely without this confidence.
The dark-faced man not far away paused for a moment and couldn't help but ask:
"Even if this is true, what does it have to do with Mulan Grassland? Did Master Cang Kun bury all the treasures he obtained from the Falling Demon Valley in the cave?"
Nanlonghou twisted his long beard, his expression unchanged:
"Although my Taoist friend Bing is not completely right, he is still right about it."
"According to the information left at the place where Master Qiongkun sat and passed away. He seemed to have stayed in the Fallen Demon Valley for several years, but soon after leaving the Fallen Demon Valley, he passed away on his own."
Speaking of this, Nanlonghou slowly stood up, swept across everyone present, and said:
"The treasure that the number one casual cultivator in the world could take a fancy to is definitely not trivial. Moreover, its own secret skills and magic weapons are also extraordinary things."
"This trip to the Mulan Grassland. Are you really reluctant to go?"
As soon as Nanlong Hou said this, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly, thinking about the pros and cons.
Seeing that everyone was silent, the monk surnamed Yun next to Nanlong Marquis suddenly said: "We have so many Yuanying monks on this trip, how can ordinary magicians stop us?"
"Besides, if we encounter any unexpected events, at most we can break out separately. If you are not willing to take this risk, then you fellow Taoists can do whatever they want. We will find other fellow Taoists to go with us."
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Hearing this, all the Nascent Soul cultivators present made careful calculations.
Yan Yun's eyes scanned the monk surnamed Yun carefully.
In the original work, he and Wang Tiangu plotted against Nanlong Hou. Now Wang Tiangu is not here, but the ancestor of the Yan family is here.
I just don’t know if it is the same as the original work, in which he is sleeping with the Nascent Soul monks present and plotting against Nanlong Hou.
However, with Yan Yun's current strength, as long as he is careful, there won't be much risk.
The only thing to be careful about is the remnant soul of the ancient demon.
Since practicing so far, Yan Yun has never had a confrontation with the ancient demon, and he still doesn't know its depth. However, he can take this opportunity to see the ancient demon's methods.
(End of chapter)