Chapter 163 Sorry, I want them all, kill them!
The person who took action was actually the red-haired ancestor of the Yan family.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a smile flashed in his eyes.
In the original work, Wang Tiangu fought against the monk surnamed Yun here to deal with Nanlong Hou.
Now it seems that this time it is the turn of the Yan family ancestor.
I just didn't expect how the ancestor of the Yan family got in touch with the Yun Ying monk.
"Brother Yun, why should you be impatient? I just want to confirm whether Fellow Daoist Yun only wants what is in the box and gives up the right to choose other things."
The ancestor of the Yan family stepped forward slowly and asked.
The monk surnamed Yun glanced at the ancestor of the Yan family and snorted:
"Yun Mou naturally wants to take a look at the items in the box before talking about them. If they are useless at all, do I still have to choose?"
The ancestor of the Yan family narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the three treasures in the jade box, and said calmly:
"If Yan remembers it correctly, we promised the two fellow Taoists that we would first pick two treasures. Then we would divide the rest equally."
Speaking of this, the ancestor of the Yan family pointed at the three jade boxes and said, "But fellow Taoist, do you think that after picking these three jade boxes, there will be enough here for us to share equally?"
Marquis Nanlong stepped forward and walked directly to the monk surnamed Yun. The two stood side by side and said: "If you have any plans, you might as well tell me directly. Do you want to regret it?"
As he spoke, his eyes swept across all the Nascent Soul cultivators present, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
From Nanlong Hou's point of view, the two men's cultivation level was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and they had the highest cultivation level among all the monks present.
If the two of them work together, they can naturally get the big head.
It's a pity that all this will not come true for Nanlong Hou.
The monk surnamed Yun obviously wanted to get a big share of the treasures here and colluded with the ancestors of the Yan family to kill Nanlong Hou.
Feeling the cold gaze of Marquis Nanlong, the ancestor of the Yan family was very tough and said:
"Yan has no intention of breaking the contract, but there are too few treasures that can be separated into two layers, and the jade box blocks the consciousness, so it is impossible to know the items inside. Nine times out of ten, it is the treasure of this place."
Having said this, the ancestor of the Yan family turned to look at the few early Yuanying monks behind him and said, "Maybe Master Cangkun's unfathomable skills and the secret of entering and exiting the Falling Demon Valley are among them."< br>
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the Nascent Soul cultivators present changed slightly.
Apparently after the reminder from the ancestor of the Yan family, everyone became interested in the three jade boxes.
The monk surnamed Yun had a serious look on his face and said coldly: "I only know that this is what a few fellow Taoists agreed to at the beginning. As for whether the things are not divided enough, what does it have to do with me?"
Mrs. Tai smiled with a smile on her face and whispered:
"The items on the second floor will naturally be chosen first by Taoist friends, but there is no need to open the box for appraisal. If Taoist friends are worried, you can choose other items."
As he spoke, he pointed to the jade bed beside him and said, "For example, the cold jade bed in front of me is a rare treasure."
Upon hearing this, Nanlonghou's expression became even more gloomy.
He suddenly took a step forward, and the aura soaring into the sky was immediately released, forcing the ancestor of the Yan family and the old woman to take half a step back with slightly changed expressions.
After reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
The difference between mid-term and early-stage cultivation is not the slightest bit.
"Anyone else who thinks what Fellow Taoist Yan said is reasonable can come forward."
"Presumably Brother Yan dared to come forward like this because it was not only Mrs. Tai who supported him, right?"
Nanlong narrowed his eyes and shot out a cold light like a sword, and glanced at the others. said.
"Fellow Taoist Nanlong, there is no need to be angry. What Taoist Yan said is not unreasonable. Taoist Taoist, you can't leave a scrap of soup for me and others."
After the black-faced monk was silent for a moment, he suddenly spoke calmly.
The monk named You frowned inadvertently. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly stood behind the ancestor of the Yan family.
Suddenly, except for Yan Yun, the monks in the attic divided into two groups and started to confront each other.
When Nanlong Hou and the old man named Yun saw this, their expressions really changed.
"It seems that you and the others have been united for a long time. I don't know when you guys agreed. You should have no chance along the way."
After Nanlong Hou regained his composure instantly, he asked.
The ancestor of the Yan family glanced at Yan Yun as if nothing had happened, and then said slowly: "We can't talk about joining together. A few fellow Taoists and I just had a small gathering before setting off."
Marquis Nanlong fell silent with his face covered with frost, and then his eyes fell on Yan Yun.
"Brother Yan, do you think so too?"
He asked in a solemn tone.
Now they are two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks, facing off against four early-stage Nascent Soul monks and two late-stage Core Formation monks. No matter how you look at it, they are evenly matched.
Yan Yun, who had never expressed his stance, naturally became important.
Yan Yun had no expression on his face, glanced at Nanlong Marquis and the ancestor of the Yan family not far away, and said calmly: "It seems like it will be another bloody battle."
As he spoke, a pair of blue-purple wings appeared behind him out of thin air.
The power of wind and thunder entangled above it, making bursts of roaring sounds.
Seeing Yan Yun suddenly sacrifice the magic weapon, Nanlong Hou was slightly startled. Before he could say anything more, the monk named Yun in white clothes beside him suddenly took a step forward and said coldly:
"Brother Nanlong, why are you talking so much nonsense to them? Do these people really think that by joining forces, they can make us give in? It's simply wishful thinking."
As soon as he said this, the old man opened his mouth, white light flashed, and he looked like he was about to spit out the magic weapon from his mouth.
"Brother Yun, wait a minute."
Marquis Nanlong frowned, trying to stop the old man named Yun from making some reckless moves. After all, they didn't have much confidence if they really took action.
But what he didn't expect was that when the old man heard the words, he turned around suddenly, and a silver wheel shot out, and struck Nanlong Hou who was close at hand as fast as lightning.
A muffled sound came out.
In Nanlong Hou's unbelievable look, Yinlun cut through his protective golden light and hit his chest directly.
Not only did it knock him back a few steps, but his chest also became dented.
A mouthful of blood blurted out, and golden light flashed.
Nanlong reacted in shock and anger, and immediately flicked his sleeves, and a small golden sword shot out from the palm of his hand, stabbing the old man surnamed Yun fiercely.
But the old man's body swayed, and he arrived at the side of the ancestors of the Yan family and others on the opposite side. He raised his hand and withdrew the silver wheel to block the golden sword, and then looked coldly at Nanlong Hou's chest.
I saw a piece of shining blue leather armor exposed from inside the tattered clothes. Although it was deeply sunken, it didn't look like it had been cut open.
"Green Rhinoceros, you really wear this treasure close to your body."
The old man surnamed Yun's eyes flashed and he murmured expressionlessly.
"Okay, very good. I didn't expect you to be bribed by them."
A deep red appeared on Nanlonghou's cheeks. He stroked his chest with one hand and stared at the old man with blazing eyes as he spoke every word.
The small golden sword, although shining brightly, was standing in front of him.
Although it had inner armor to resist the damage, judging from the aura it exuded, it appeared that it was seriously injured.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the two jade boxes on the jade bed, and then at the monk surnamed Yun, with murderous intent emerging in his eyes. "Fellow Taoists, be careful. You must not let this guy leave here, otherwise with his cultivation, we will be in big trouble."
The old man surnamed Yun ignored Nanlong Hou and instead spoke calmly to the ancestors of the Yan family and others.
It was as if he and Nanlong Hou had suddenly become strangers.
"Don't worry, I'm waiting for so many people here. He is seriously injured again. This time he can't fly." The monk surnamed You said with a sinister smile, and then released a white flying knife magic weapon.
At this time, the ancestor of the Yan family turned his head and said enthusiastically to Yan Yun:
"Fellow Daoist Yan, if you are willing to join forces with us to deal with this guy now, how about you count on his share of the treasures."
Hearing this, Nanlong Marquis in the distance sneered: "Brother Yan, you won't believe their words so easily as expected."
"Only if you and I join forces can we have a glimmer of hope. If we are defeated individually, we will be destroyed physically and mentally."
Yan Yun moved his five fingers slightly, and wisps of golden thunder continued to surge between his five fingers. He then glanced at Nanlong Hou and said, "I can take action, but I want all the treasures here."
Hearing these words, Marquis Nanlong couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
Their so-called cooperation is actually just an escape, and they no longer think about the treasures here.
I never thought that Brother Yan still cared about the treasures here.
"Hahaha!"
Listening to Yan Yun's shameless words, the monk surnamed Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You are already on the verge of death, but you still think about the treasures here?"
While speaking, he gently waved the jade box in his hand and said provocatively: "If you have the ability, come and take this jade box away."
Yan Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Not only the treasures here, I also want your life."
"Okay, as long as Brother Yan can resolve the current crisis, all the treasures here belong to Brother Yan."
Listening to Yan Yun's words, a glimmer of light flashed in Nanlong Hou's eyes. He raised his right hand and flicked it to his chest, and a soft white light flashed.
The place that was originally sunken returned to normal in an instant.
"Don't worry, you guys. He just used secret techniques to temporarily control his injuries. It's not out of the question."
The old man surnamed Yun snorted coldly, then raised his finger and pointed at Yan Yun: "You Daoist friend, go and entangle him first, and the others will kill Nanlong Marquis first."
Although Nanlonghou was seriously injured, he was a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk after all.
In the eyes of monk surnamed Yun, he is the most dangerous.
"It's easy to say, just leave this fellow Taoist Yan to me!"
The monk surnamed You chuckled, and then a white jade Ruyi slipped out of his sleeve silently, then stepped forward and stood facing Yan Yun with a half-smile.
For him, it was a piece of cake to entangle a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator.
This is much safer than directly facing Nanlong Hou, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Yan Yun stared at the monk surnamed You, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and slowly raised his right hand.
The power of turbulent wind and thunder continued to surge out of his hand, and soon a blue-purple spiritual sword was condensed.
It's funny to say that just when Yan Yun and the monk surnamed You were at loggerheads, the other Nascent Soul monks in the attic were still silent.
Of course, this is not to be merciful, it is purely because Nanlong Marquis is now trapped and still fighting. Once he makes a move, it will definitely be shocking. Maybe one or two opponents will be killed together with his will.
The deathbed counterattack of a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul is terrifying, and these old guys all know it very well.
Naturally, no one wants to be the first to take action and bear the opponent's fatal blow.
Moreover, of course, they themselves are not afraid of the opponent delaying. As long as Nanlong Hou does not have time to meditate and recover, the injury will only become worse and worse, which is more beneficial to them.
Strangely, Marquis Nanlong also stood there without moving, as if he didn't care about the injury at all.
But the bright red color on his cheeks became even brighter, and now it was as bright as a drop of blood.
This made the monk surnamed Yun and others dare not act rashly, fearing that the other party had already used a powerful secret technique to fight for their lives. They all stared at Nanlong Hou with cold eyes without blinking.
As for the monk surnamed You on the side, his purpose was also to entangle Yan Yun.
Only after the monk surnamed Yun and others had dealt with Nanlong Hou, could they take action against Yan Yun.
In this way, it can be said to be foolproof.
It's a pity that everyone wants to wait, but Yan Yun is not willing to wait.
With a wave of his right hand, the purple spirit sword in front of him instantly cut through the air and galloped towards the monk surnamed You.
Looking at the speeding spirit sword, the monk surnamed You did not panic. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and gently tapped the Jade Ruyi magic weapon in front of him.
Immediately, Yu Ruyi buzzed loudly, and then a white light emerged. In the halo of light, a giant white tiger actually appeared.
The giant white tiger was very ferocious. As soon as it took shape, it opened its bloody mouth, and a bowl-sized pillar of scorching white light shot out in a flash, directly hitting the blue-purple spirit sword.
"Boom!"
The white light instantly submerged the purple spirit sword and made a harsh roar.
Looking at the scenery in front of him, the monk surnamed You couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then controlled the white fox on Yu Ruyi, spitting out a white beam of light again, towards Yan Yun.
At the same time, he patted the storage bag on his waist with one hand.
A light blue gourd about the size of an inch appeared in his hand.
Just when he was about to sacrifice the gourd in his hand, he suddenly heard a harsh thunder sound next to his ears.
He was stunned for a moment, startled in his heart, and quickly used the magic formula to condense a layer of white light on his body.
At the same time, as the lightning flashed, Yan Yun, with wings on his back, appeared beside the monk surnamed You.
"Ah, you!"
The monk surnamed You looked shocked, but he had a lot of experience in fighting. He hurriedly raised the blue gourd in his hand, and a blue arc shot out from the mouth of the gourd, which was very dazzling.
But the moment the blue arc shot out, Yan Yun dodged it at all and let the thunder fall on him.
Unexpectedly, the raging thunder did not hurt Yan Yun at all.
Then a purple spiritual sword suddenly penetrated the white light curtain.
The spirit sword was so fast that it sank directly into the body of the monk surnamed You without giving him a chance to react.
Directly kill his Nascent Soul.
Seeing the tragic death of the monk surnamed You, Yan Yun had no expression on his face, raised his right hand without hesitation, and directly put the blue gourd treasure and the storage bag on his waist into his arms.
Then he fanned the Wind and Thunder Wings again and disappeared in an instant.
From Yan Yun's actions, to beheading the monk surnamed You and seizing the treasure, it seems that there are many actions.
The process is completed in just an instant.
A group of Nascent Soul cultivators in the distance looked at the scenery in front of them, their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
(End of chapter)