Chapter 164 Siege
"I really didn't expect Brother Yan to have supernatural powers. If the two of us join forces, we might be able to fight them."
Seeing the mighty Yan Yun, Nanlong Marquis not far away showed surprise and shouted quickly.
Yan Yun glanced over when he heard this.
Marquis Nanlong and others have not taken action yet, but the ancestors of the Yan family and the old man in white clothes all stared at him dumbfounded, with horror on their faces.
On the opposite side, Marquis Nanlong showed an expression of surprise.
Yan Yun's performance just now gave him hope of escaping and ascending to heaven.
Compared to Nanlong Hou's surprise, Yan Yun's face was expressionless.
Just killing a monk of the same level is not worth the satisfaction.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his gaze fell on the remaining three early-stage Yuanying monks and the middle-stage Yuanying monks.
For some reason, everyone felt a chill running down their backs when they felt Yan Yun's glance.
"Mrs. Tai, you guys hold him together, while Taoist friend Yan and I kill Nanlong Marquis first."
After hesitating for a moment, the monk surnamed Yun turned to Mrs. Tai and the black-faced monk and shouted, then turned to look at the ancestor of the Yan family.
The two understood and immediately rushed towards Nanlong Hou.
Originally, the two wanted to wait for Nanlong Hou to weaken before taking action, which would be safer.
But who knew that a ruthless person like Yan Yun would suddenly appear and suddenly kill the monk surnamed You, breaking the deadlock in one fell swoop.
Marquis Nanlong in the distance looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly muttered silently: "Brother Yan, I, Marquis Nanlong, failed you in this matter."
With this in mind, he quickly took out the mountain flag and smashed it directly towards the wall behind him.
The extremely hard wall instantly heard a huge roar.
Deafening.
"No, Marquis Nanlong wants to run away."
Looking at Nanlong Hou who suddenly hit the wall, the monk surnamed Yun's expression changed slightly and he exclaimed. Then he and the ancestor of the Yan family each sacrificed their own magic weapons and smashed them towards Nanlong Hou.
Nanlonghou's whole body was instantly shrouded in dazzling golden light. Looking from a distance, he looked very powerful.
Before Yan Yun could continue to observe, the black-faced monk and Madam Tai had already rushed toward Yan Yun.
Looking at the two people speeding towards him, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Looking for death."
Mrs. Tai quickly offered up a silver ruler, which was wrapped with spiritual light and was able to grow in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, it was several feet in size, and it hit Yan Yun directly.
The black-faced strong man kept pinching the magic formula, and a raging flame condensed in front of him.
The flames surged and then condensed into a dazzling flame giant. It raised its huge fist and rushed towards Yan Yun.
Seeing the two men approaching fiercely, surprisingly, Yan Yun was not afraid at all.
A pitch-black mountain peak was lifted directly.
Qianzhong Peak is pitch black and grows in the wind, and it continues to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The silver ruler fell heavily and landed directly on the Thousand-layer Peak.
"Boom!"
With a harsh roar, the Silver Ruler quickly left a huge deep crater on the Qianzhong Peak.
The flame giant kept raising his fist and punching it down one after another, leaving huge fist marks on the Qianzhong Peak.
But what was unexpected was the damage that was finally caused.
As a layer of black spiritual light flashed.
Qianzhongfeng quickly became intact again, as if everything before was an illusion.
"It's my turn now."
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and laughed softly.
After saying this, the wind and thunder wings behind him flapped slightly, making a harsh roar.
The power of wind and thunder wrapped around his body, and Yan Yun's body swayed and disappeared instantly.
"He disappeared, be careful."
Seeing Yan Yun suddenly disappear, Mrs. Tai's expression changed slightly and she quickly spoke to remind him.
The dark-faced strong man realized it later and hurriedly ran away behind him.
But obviously, it was too late for him at this time.
"Boom!"
As a harsh roar sounded, Yan Yun, dressed in white robe, suddenly appeared behind the black-faced strong man.
A jade sword came out of his hand and quickly penetrated the chest of the black-faced man.
With a "tick" sound, a Nascent Soul that looked like a strong man with a black face instantly escaped from his head.
Obviously, in order to save his life, he had no choice but to give up his body.
Unfortunately, Yan Yun raised his right hand as expected, and a ball of light red thunder came out of his hand.
It fell directly on Nascent Soul.
As the thunder tore, Nascent Soul was instantly torn to pieces, and he only had time to let out a scream before he lost his life.
Seeing the tragic death of the strong man with a black face, Mrs. Tai, who was not far away, opened her eyes wide with disbelief on her face.
A fellow Taoist with the same level of cultivation as himself died tragically in front of him so easily.
Such a scene really shocked him.
"He is just a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, so why is he so strong?"
Mrs. Tai's pupils narrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but murmur and retreat.
In Mrs. Tai's mind at this time, the current Yan Yun is obviously more terrifying than the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
After all, monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul still have confidence that they can survive, and they will never be so desperate.
The sense of oppression that Yan Yun gave him at this time was comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of Yuanying.
After dealing with the black-faced man, Yan Yun waved his right hand and put the storage bag on his waist directly into his pocket. Then he looked at Mrs. Tai and said calmly: "It's your turn now."< br>
At the same time, an earth-shattering roar came from behind, and Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.
I saw Yuji Pavilion suddenly burst open.
When Yan Yun saw this, his expression remained unchanged and turned into a shadow. He instantly put the jade bed and two jade boxes into the storage bag.
Then he was suspended among the ruins and looked up.
I saw Marquis Nanlong and the ancestor of the Yan family, a monk named Yun, fighting together.
There was great movement.
At this time, Marquis Nanlong was surrounded by golden light. Looking from a distance, he looked like a scorching sun.
In the center of the light group, there was a faint figure shaking. It seemed to be Nanlong Hou himself who had cast some secret technique.
At this time, although Nanlong Hou was covered in golden light, his face was gray and he looked extremely tired.
Obviously, with his injured body, it was very difficult to face the ancestor of the Yan family and the monk named Yun alone.
"Go!"
At this moment, Marquis Nanlong suddenly held out a huge golden bowl, which was able to catch the wind and completely cover everyone in it in the blink of an eye.
"What is this!"
This place was so narrow that even the monks surnamed Yun and others had no time to dodge. Instead, they were completely trapped by Jin Bo.
"The remaining jade boxes were all taken away by the little thief."
When the three Nascent Soul monks gathered together, Mrs. Tai quickly pointed at Yan Yun outside the golden bowl and shouted: "Don't let him go."
"Let's do it together!"
The monk surnamed Yun nodded, then activated the magic weapon and smashed it towards the golden bowl.
As several Yuanying monks took action, black light and white energy flashed from time to time in the golden bowl.
There was also a faint sound of thunder and explosions.
"Brother Yan, you are so blessed."
Marquis Nanlong glanced at Yan Yun, and then it turned directly into a golden arc, the light shone brightly, and then began to blur, turning into a wisp of unusually slender golden thread.
After a few flashes, it shot out into the distance in an instant. Its speed was so fast that it disappeared from the vicinity without a trace in almost a breath, leaving no trace at all.
And when Nanlong Hou escaped, the golden bowl that originally trapped the monks surnamed Yun was no longer under spiritual control.
It was smashed open by several people.
Looking at Nanlong Hou who was escaping, the three Nascent Soul cultivators in the group all looked gloomy. After all, if they offend a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk, the three of them will not be able to live in peace in the future.
But when he saw Yan Yunshi, he didn't run away, but stayed in the same place.
The monk surnamed Yun couldn't help but sneer: "The Marquis of Nanlong has fled for his life, and you still stay here waiting to die?"
While speaking, his mouth opened slightly.
A pair of silver wheels flew out of the mouth and continued to circulate, making bursts of roaring sounds.
Obviously, these pair of Yinlun magic weapons are the natal magic weapons of the monk surnamed Yun. He wants to vent all the roar of Nanlong Hou on Yan Yun.
Yan Yun sneered and slowly raised his right hand.
A ball of pale white flame appeared in the palm of his hand, and then he looked at the leader named Yun.
Among the remaining three Nascent Soul monks, the monk surnamed Yun has the highest level of cultivation. If we take action, we will naturally have to deal with him first.
The wings behind him flapped slightly, and Yan Yun turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared.
And as Yan Yun's figure appeared again, he had already arrived in front of the monk named Yun behind him.
"Seeking death!"
The monk surnamed Yun looked cold and said in a cold voice: "Do you think I am just a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul?"
With a wave of his sleeves, the pair of silver wheels swung hard and hit Yan Yun.
"Bang! Bang!"
With two harsh roars, the pair of silver wheels hit Yan Yun's chest heavily.
The sharp silver wheel directly chopped Yan Yun's clothes into pieces, revealing his smooth and white muscles, which were like glass.
"Resist my magic weapon!"
Looking at the unharmed Yan Yun, the monk surnamed Yun's pupils shrank, his eyes full of shock.
"It's over."
Yan Yun murmured and threw his right hand at the monk surnamed Yun.
Looking at the pale white flames, no matter how stupid the monk surnamed Yun was, he knew he couldn't resist.
Pat the storage bag lightly with your right hand.
An emerald green, turtle shell-like ancient treasure flew into the air.
As the spiritual power poured in, it made a buzzing sound, and then it was completely protected within it.
The white flame gently touches the green turtle shell.
"Stab! Stab!"
As bursts of flames sounded, the white flames spread instantly, completely burning the emerald green turtle shell.
"What kind of flame is this?"
Looking at the ancient defensive treasure that he was so proud of, was burned so easily.
The monk surnamed Yun was startled and looked at Yan Yun. Deep in his heart, he felt that it was a wrong idea to surround Yan Yun.
At the same time, Mrs. Tai who was not far away did not stop, she took out the silver ruler magic weapon and smashed it towards Yan Yun.
"Whoops!"
The wind and thunder wings flapped gently, and with the surging power of wind and thunder, Yan Yun turned into a shadow and disappeared in an instant, dodging away.
And at the same time.
Wind and thunder continued to condense in Yan Yun's hand, and soon a jade sword was condensed.
"Go!"
With a wave of his wrist, the jade sword cut through the air and flew directly towards Mrs. Tai.
Looking at the jade sword speeding towards her, Mrs. Tai's expression changed.
In fact, he saw with his own eyes that the black-faced monk was killed by this jade sword.
How could she resist this spell at this time?
Without any hesitation, he immediately retreated.
Looking at Mrs. Tai who was like a frightened bird, the ancestor of the Yan family couldn't help but shook his head and sneered. He shook his scarlet hair, raised a pagoda, and flew towards the jade sword.
This magic weapon is the Yan family's famous Linglong Pagoda.
"Boom!"
As the two came into contact, the spirit sword condensed by wind and thunder exploded instantly, followed by surging thunder and storms.
The powerful force directly blew the pagoda away. Although the power of wind and thunder was reduced a lot, it was not completely dissipated.
Leaning directly towards the ancestor of the Yan family.
Looking at the surging power of wind and thunder, he didn't have time to think, raised his sleeves, and blood-red thick mist poured out of his body.
Directly covering himself and Yan Ruyan, the two girls behind him.
"Boom!"
As the ear-piercing roar sounded, the power of wind and thunder swept over.
What was left was devastation all over the ground.
The ancestor of the Yan family and Yan Ruyan fell to the ground and fainted.
The powerful power of wind and thunder imprisoned the three people.
From a distance, he looks like a mortal.
With just one move, an early Yuanying monk was defeated again. With such great strength, he was actually just an early Yuanying monk.
"You hide your cultivation."
The face of the monk surnamed Yun changed slightly, and he quickly raised his hands towards Yan Yun and said, "Yun has eyesight but does not recognize Mount Tai. He has offended senior, and the treasure here belongs to senior Yan."
"I wonder if Senior Yan can spare me and wait."
Seeing the monk surnamed Yun suddenly lower his head, even Mrs. Tai in the distance couldn't help but be startled.
He hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed the monk surnamed Yun and bowed respectfully.
Looking at the two people in front of him, a trace of amusement flashed in Yan Yun's eyes.
Unexpectedly, the two of them would actually think that they were late Nascent Soul monks who were hiding their cultivation.
Also, being able to kill an early Yuanying monk with a single blow is something that ordinary middle Yuanying monks simply cannot do.
At least the monk surnamed Yun couldn't do it himself.
Only monks in the late Nascent Soul stage can show such great strength.
This is actually the reason why he misunderstood Yan Yun's strength.
Just because the two of them don't want to attack Yan Yun doesn't mean that Yan Yun will let them go.
A trace of scarlet flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and then he said lightly: "Death."
After saying this, Yan Yun was entangled by the power of wind and thunder, and then disappeared instantly.
Looking at the elusive Yan Yun, the two of them knew that there was no chance of dodge.
The only way out is to fight for your life.
The monk surnamed Yun gritted his teeth and without any further hesitation, he directly took out a pair of silver wheels and smashed them towards Yan Yun.
Then he took out a scarlet talisman and looked at Yan Yun who was speeding towards him.
A hint of physical pain flashed in his eyes.
"Boom!"
As spiritual power poured into the talisman, a dazzling red light shone on it.
"Whoops!"
The talisman flashed past and turned into a red light, flying towards Yan Yun.
While the talisman was flying, Yan Yun discovered that it had actually changed its appearance.
It transformed into a scarlet spiritual sword.
His speed was extremely fast and he arrived in front of Yan Yun in the blink of an eye.
"Interesting."
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled lightly.
(End of chapter)