Chapter 165 Counting the Harvest
Yan Yun stared at the vermilion spiritual sword and talisman that was speeding towards him, and the spiritual power in his body continued to surge.
The power of turbulent wind and thunder wrapped around the whole body, followed by the body swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the use of the Giant Demon Art,
Yan Yun's nearly two-meter body now grew to four meters out of thin air.
The thick and strong muscles even completely burst the white robe, revealing the snow-white skin.
There is a jade-like glaze flowing on it.
From a distance, it looks like a ferocious wild beast.
"What kind of physical training method is this?"
Looking at the powerful physical ability displayed by Yan Yun, the monk surnamed Yun murmured.
At this moment, the red spiritual sword landed hard on Yan Yun's chest.
It was as if Yan Yun was to be torn into pieces.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Mrs. Tai's face was filled with joy.
The power of the red sword talisman was so great that even when faced with the spiritual sword, he could not resist at all.
At this time, Yan Yun did not dodge, but resisted with his body.
"Bang!"
At this moment, a huge roar sounded in the distance.
Yan Yun clasped his hands together, and those palm-leaf fan-like hands slapped heavily on the vermilion spirit sword.
What followed was an extremely harsh roar.
The scarlet spiritual sword was forcefully captured by Yan Yun.
"This, how is this possible?"
The monk surnamed Yun's eyes widened with disbelief. He never thought of the killing move that he was proud of.
Now he was actually beaten with both hands.
Yan Yun felt the tearing sensation in his hands and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, saying: "It's not easy to actually hurt me."
After saying this, he opened his hands, and a vermilion talisman appeared in his hands.
Taking a closer look, there is a scarlet spiritual sword mark on it.
"Buzz!"
There were constant buzzing sounds on it, and the vermilion talismans trembled from time to time, as if they were about to fly out of their hands.
But soon, Yan Yun pinched the talisman with one hand, and strands of golden thread flowed out of his hand, quickly wrapping around the talisman.
The talisman was fixed in place, making it difficult to move.
"I like this talisman very much. It belongs to me."
Yan Yun waved his right hand and directly put the talisman into the storage bag.
"Not good."
The monk surnamed Yun's expression changed slightly, and without any hesitation, he fled directly into the distance.
Apparently feeling Yan Yun's powerful strength, he no longer had any thoughts of fighting for his life and just wanted to escape.
"Want to run?"
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wind and thunder wings behind him kept flapping.
"Crackling"
As harsh roars sounded, the power of wind and thunder wrapped around the wind and thunder wings.
As the blue-purple shadow flashed by, Yan Yun disappeared in an instant.
And when Yan Yun's figure appeared again, he was already behind the monk surnamed Yun.
A blue-purple spiritual sword quickly stabbed towards the monk surnamed Yun.
Feeling the sharp sword energy coming from behind, the expression of the monk surnamed Yun changed, and he tapped the storage bag on his waist with his right hand.
Then he saw a small white cauldron rising into the sky and quickly appearing behind him.
"Stab it!"
The blue-purple spirit sword fell heavily and landed directly on the small white cauldron.
The sharp sword energy flashed.
There was a "click" sound, and a click sound came from the small white cauldron.
A crack emerged.
With this gap, the monk surnamed Yun swayed and flew into the distance.
Mrs. Tai in the distance looked at the scene in front of her and flew in the opposite direction without any hesitation.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun knew that he could no longer hold back, and he could not let these two people live.
With this in mind, Yan Yun waved his right hand, and a blue-purple wind and thunder bead condensed into shape.
A wave of sleeves.
The wind and thunder beads pierced the air and rushed straight towards Mrs. Tai.
Then he looked at the monk surnamed Yun, and in a flash, he appeared behind the monk surnamed Yun.
He raised his right hand, and the Shura Holy Fire condensed in the palm of his hand.
He directly patted the monk surnamed Yun on the back.
The snow-white flames, as if they were alive, opened their hands and swept in.
It was directly entangled with the monk surnamed Yun.
The blazing Holy Fire of Shura burst out with surging power at this moment.
His body instantly turned into charcoal and his body was lying on the spot.
At the same time, Yun Ying, a monk named Yun, quickly flew out of the corpse.
It's just a pity.
There was also snow-white Shura Holy Fire on the surface of the corpse.
As soon as the Nascent Soul flew out, it was contaminated with the Shura Holy Fire on the surface of the corpse.
"Ah, no."
As Yuanying touched the flames, the monk surnamed Yun couldn't help but let out a shrill scream and kept begging for mercy.
Unfortunately, this is obviously impossible.
As the flames burned, Nascent Soul only had time to let out a scream before disappearing instantly.
Seeing the death of the monk surnamed Yun, Yan Yun waved his sleeves and put the storage bag on his waist directly into his arms. Then he looked in the direction of Mrs. Tai's escape, with a sneer on his lips.
The wind and thunder wings flapped gently, and the power of wind and thunder wrapped around the body. Yan Yun directly turned into a blue-purple shadow and disappeared in an instant.
Although the monk surnamed Yun delayed her, Mrs. Tai escaped for a while.
But Yan Yun's speed was really too fast.
Even the late Nascent Soul monks cannot match him.
What's more, Mrs. Tai is still in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
"Damn, damn!"
On top of a continuous mountain range, Mrs. Tai was flying in mid-air with a gloomy face.
He had made a lot of preparations for this trip. He originally thought that even if he could not get the big prize, the chance of obtaining treasures would be enough for him to break through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
All of this was going very smoothly, but the problem came from Yan Yun, who was in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
All this made him very puzzled.
"Why is there such a terrifying existence?"
Mrs. Tai's eyes widened and she couldn't help but secretly said: "Could it be the newly promoted Nascent Soul monk?"
At this moment, a harsh roar suddenly came from behind.
The sound of galloping surged, as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering.
Yan Yun, who put on a white robe, fanned his wind and thunder wings, and his whole body was entangled by the power of wind and thunder, and the ear-piercing roar was endless.
Yan Yun was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Mrs. Tai.
"You..." Mrs. Tai's eyes widened when she saw Yan Yun appearing.
Yan Yun was safe and sound, which meant that the monk surnamed Yun had been killed.
"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."
Mrs. Tai stared at Yan Yun and scolded angrily.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "I don't like to hear this sentence."
A snow-white flame flashed, and a dazzling Shura holy fire fell on Mrs. Tai. The raging flames spread instantly, covering Mrs. Tai's body in an instant.
Burned by the white flames, Mrs. Tai instantly turned into a charred black corpse, lifeless.
Killing him so easily was purely due to the fact that Yan Yun killed the Nascent Soul cultivator one after another, and lost his temper and surrendered without mercy.
Yan Yun waved his sleeves, put the storage bag on Mrs. Tai's waist directly into his sleeves, and then waved his sleeves.
His charred body quickly turned into a pile of debris and disappeared in the wind.
After doing all this, Yan Yun left directly.
As for the ruins of Master Cangkun, all the treasures inside have been looted by Yan Yun, so there is no need to go there anymore.
And not long after Yan Yun left.
In the ruins of Master Cangkun, the ancestor of the Yan family slowly opened his eyes.
The restrictions on the surface of his body dissipated, and he felt the fluctuations of spiritual power again, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Finally survived."
The ancestor of the Yan family stood up, looked at Yan Ruyan and Yan Jiu beside him, and immediately activated the magic formula.
As streaks of blood flashed by, the two women groaned and then slowly opened their eyes.
Looking at the two daughters, the ancestor of the Yan family said quickly: "This place is dangerous, so pack up and prepare to leave."
Listening to the words of the ancestor of the Yan family, Yan Ruyan was slightly startled, then realized it later and asked quickly: "Where are they?"
"No matter, that person's strength is too terrifying, and we can't intervene."
Thinking of the great strength shown by Yan Yun, the ancestor of the Yan family felt a chill on his back and couldn't help but whisper: "We are lucky to be able to save a life this time."
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"Why didn't he kill us?"
Yan Ruyan frowned slightly and said softly.
It was obvious that Yan Yun had no murderous intention, and he seemed very puzzled in his heart.
The ancestor of the Yan family shook his head slightly.
"Ancestor, could it be him?"
Yan Ruyan's red lips moved slightly, and the figure couldn't help but appear in her mind.
"How is it possible?"
The ancestor of the Yan family couldn't help but chuckle, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: "That senior is obviously a late-stage Nascent Soul monk who is hiding his cultivation."
"How is it possible to break through from Dan Jie to Nascent Soul in just over a hundred years?"
After listening to the ancestor's words, Yan Ruyan nodded slightly, feeling that the words made sense.
At the same time, Yan Yun galloped all the way, flying thousands of miles away.
Soon a Moran Moran team numbering tens of thousands appeared in front of them.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
Since ordinary members of the Mulan tribe cannot practice spiritual arts, Master Mulan will organize many young and middle-aged mortals to form temporary tribes every time they have time.
Taking advantage of Tiannan's busy schedule, he went to seize Tiannan's various raw materials for spiritual stones.
Even if Master Mulan is defeated by then, he will not return empty-handed.
Even if you fail, you won’t return empty-handed.
This kind of robbery-like behavior naturally caused the Nine Nations Alliance to curse.
But he couldn't be distracted from this matter for the moment.
After all, if there are fewer monks sent to garrison these places, it is very likely that the high-level magicians of the Mulan Sect will take over them all.
If there are too many monks, it will affect the battle between the main battlefield and the mages.
The only feasible way is to wait for the magicians to seize the raw material production areas and mines, and then send the monks to recapture them and kill these Mulan mortals.
It's a pity that these Mulan people don't care about the casualties of ordinary mortals at all. Once a group is destroyed, they will immediately organize a new group to come up, basically exchanging human lives for these rare resources.
Moreover, they would also set traps from time to time to severely injure the monks who came to take back the mines and production areas.
As a result, after losing many monks, the Nine Nations Alliance simply turned a blind eye to this. Anyway, in such a short period of time, no matter how frantically the Mulan people mined, they could not take away many resource spiritual stones. .
And as soon as possible, as long as the army of magicians is defeated head-on, these Mulan mortals will retreat obediently.
Now there are many cars, oxen and horse-drawn carriages in this team, heading towards Tiannan, and most of them are young men and women. They should be a small and temporary tribe formed to seize Tiannan's resources.
Yan Yun was in mid-air, looking at the team below as his powerful spiritual consciousness swept across them.
There is only one mage in the foundation building stage and three in the Qi training stage in the entire team.
A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Yun's mouth, and with a wave of his sleeves, his figure disappeared instantly.
The next moment, he quietly appeared on a dilapidated leather carriage, which was filled with low-level spiritual minerals, which could not catch Yan Yun's eyes.
With a wave of his hand, a small space was immediately cleared in the middle of the carriage, and Yan Yun immediately sat cross-legged.
Several Nascent Soul cultivators were killed one after another. Although Yan Yun was not injured, the spiritual power in his body was consumed a lot.
On the way back to Tiannan, it is inevitable that you will encounter magicians in the Nascent Soul stage.
Therefore, Yan Yun still had to recover his spiritual energy before returning home.
With this in mind, Yan Yun waved his right hand, and a transparent sound-barring light shield instantly enveloped the carriage. Then his lips moved slightly and said:
"Yinyue, take out all the brocade boxes."
As Yan Yun finished speaking, he saw a small white fox flying out of his sleeves, circling and landing in front of Yan Yun.
"The master really has a clever plan. The treasures on the second floor are really six brocade boxes."
Yinyue half-crouched on the ground, letting out a light laugh, and then spit out three crystal jade boxes, which landed steadily in front of Yan Yun.
If there are six brocade boxes, everyone can get a share of the soup, and it will naturally be difficult to kill.
With only three brocade boxes, everyone was unwilling to return empty-handed, so they attacked Nanlong Marquis so that they could take advantage.
If he were alone, he would have two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks and four early-stage Nascent Soul monks.
Still a little tricky.
Yan Yun stretched out his hand to touch the lid of the jade box for a while, and the palm of his hand placed on the jade box suddenly flashed with purple light.
Then with a slight exertion of the five fingers, a trace of white aura appeared on the surface of the jade box, but it was immediately dispersed by a large amount of purple light and was swallowed up cleanly.
With a "click" sound, the lid was easily opened.
There is a light blue jade slip inside.
Yan Yun stared at the jade slip for a moment, exhaled lightly, then took the jade slip in his hand, and immersed his consciousness in it with a slightly dignified look.
Xiaohu stared at Yanyun's face, his dark eyes rolling around, looking quite interested.
But as time passed by, Yan Yun's expression did not change at all, and he always maintained a calm look.
This made Yin Yue blink her eyes a little, a little confused.
After a full quarter of an hour, Yan Yun withdrew his consciousness with a sudden look on his face, frowning and thinking deeply. But after a moment, he raised his eyebrows and calmly put the jade slip away.
The skills of Master Cangkun recorded in it are not suitable for Yan Yun.
It just serves as a reference.
With this in mind, Yan Yun reached out to pick up the second jade box.
Open the second jade box in the same way.
This time, what was placed inside was a small and exquisite ring, but it was dark and dull and somewhat inconspicuous.
"Is this an ancient treasure?"
Yinyue asked in surprise.
"This is good stuff."
Yan Yun looked at the ring in his hand, a smile flashed in his eyes.
(End of chapter)