Chapter 174 Peach Blossom Fan, Peach Blossom Fairy!
"Senior Qiong, do you have a way to contact Yan Yun?"
Feeling the increasingly urgent chasing sound coming from behind, Yan Ruyan was extremely anxious.
After all, his cultivation level was only at the peak of pill formation. If not for the help of the ancestors of the Yan family, he would have been killed by the two Nascent Soul monks from the Hehuan Sect behind him.
The old monster Qiong looked at the pair of monks behind him and waved his sleeves lightly.
An invisible needle came out of his hand.
"Whoops!"
Just hearing a clear sound breaking through the air, I saw the invisible needle quickly disappearing in place.
And when he appeared again, he was already in front of the leader of the Hehuan Sect man.
As soon as the invisible needle came closer, the pink-white peach blossoms under their feet quickly burst out with a faint pink-white light.
The light shone dazzlingly, condensing a thick energy shield directly in front of the two of them.
The mask is pink and white, and if you look closely, you can even see peach blossoms flowing in it.
Like a peach blossom cover.
With a "click", an invisible sharp long needle penetrated deeply into the peach blossom cover and was directly stuck in it.
"Invisible needle?"
He looked at the old monster Qiong in the distance and said in a low voice: "It seems that you are Taoist Qiong of the Hiding Moon Sect. Your Hiding Moon Sect has many connections with our Hehuan Sect."
"How about killing those three Ghost Spirit Sect monks and defecting to our Hehuan Sect?"
The leading man from the Hehuan Sect moved his lips slightly and let out a laugh.
"Lin Changge, do you think I will believe your lies?"
The old monster Qiong snorted coldly, looked at Lin Changge and shouted: "If I went to the Hehuan Sect, I might just turn into a withered skeleton."
"Wuji, I will take good care of you."
The woman in palace clothes next to Lin Changge showed a smile on her face and said charmingly: "It will definitely make you miss Shu and be reluctant to leave."
"Don't scream. When my disciples come, I will kill you all."
Lin Changge frowned slightly and looked at Old Monster Qiong, with a flash of surprise in his eyes: "Even you, the master, are no match for us, let alone your apprentice?"
"Are you chasing my master?"
At this moment, a call came coldly.
A man in white robes appeared in front of the old monster out of thin air.
Yan Yun looked at Master Qiong beside him, and was very lucky that he was not injured.
It seems that I arrived in time.
"Middle stage of Nascent Soul."
As his consciousness swept over Yan Yun, Lin Changqing's complexion changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
As a result, the entire situation quickly reversed.
With several monks in the early stage of Yuanying, plus Yan Yun in the middle stage of Yuanying, Lin Changqing obviously has no chance of winning.
Lin Changqing quickly looked at Wu Ji beside him.
The two looked at each other, without any hesitation, and quickly galloped away into the distance.
Looking at the backs of the two of them, Yan Yun was not in a hurry, but instead showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Is it too late to run away now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two blood jade spiders turning into a bloody light and flashing through the thick fog.
Then he appeared in front of the two of them, his mouth slightly open.
Two balls of bloody mucus appeared in the air, and then quickly stretched out, turning into two balls of blood-colored spider webs, and quickly stopped in front of the two of them.
"Eighth level monster!"
Yan Ruyan's eyes widened with disbelief. She never thought that not only did Yan Yun reach the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but his two spiritual pets also broke through the eighth level.
As a person with Tianlinggen, I am still stuck at the peak of pill formation.
I have been practicing hard for more than a hundred years, but now I can't even compare to Yan Yun's two spiritual pets.
Compared to Yan Ruyan's shock, the ancestor of the Yan family also widened his eyes with disbelief on his face.
"What did I think back then? If I had married Ruyan to him earlier, would the ending have been different?"
Now that Yan Yun is so young, he has already broken through to the middle stage of Yuanying. It is certain that he will break through to the late stage of Yuanying in the future.
You must know that in the Tiannan area, there are only three monks in the late Yuanying period.
If Yan Yun really breaks through to the late Nascent Soul stage, the Yan family will naturally become a top power. Why do they need so many conspiracy methods and so many sacrifices?
And now even the Ghost Spirit Sect can’t cope with it.
Comparing the two people's regrets, Xuan Ye's eyes showed a trace of light. After looking at Yan Yun, he quickly looked at Yan Ruyan beside him, with a smile on his lips.
"The flowers bloom and perish!"
At the same time, Lin Changqing opened his mouth slightly, and a white folding fan appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, he lightly fanned the folding fan.
Pink-white peach blossoms floated beside her.
These peach blossoms are surrounded by auras and look very strange.
"Boom!"
Peach Blossom lightly touched the spider web, and then a raging roar burst out. Under the powerful impact, gaps of about ten feet appeared on the blood jade spider web.
Looking at the gaps, a smile appeared on Lin Changqing's face.
The two of them ran in tandem and quickly escaped from the gap in the spider web.
But what greeted the two of them was a huge mountain with a size of several hundred feet.
Yan Yun sacrificed the huge Qianzhong Peak.
The biggest feature of this ancient treasure is its extremely powerful power.
Under the full bombardment, even the late Yuanying monks were unable to resist.
Looking at the huge Qianzhong Peak, Lin Changqing and Wu Ji's expressions changed slightly.
Facing such a powerful Qianzhong Peak, the two of them had no intention of resisting.
"Oiran!"
Bi Lin Changqing fanned the folding fan again, and a pink-white spiritual light quickly wrapped around it.
One after another, puppets completely condensed from flower petals appeared in front of Lin Changqing.
If you sweep them away at will, there are more than a dozen of these puppets, and the strength of each Oiran has reached the pill formation stage.
The moment these oirans gathered together, they quickly rushed towards Qianzhong Peak one after another.
"Boom!"
The Oiran quickly exploded, and the powerful impact caused the falling Qianzhong Peak to stop in mid-air.
Taking advantage of this time, the two of them quickly escaped.
"Whoops!"
As a sharp sound broke through the air, Yan Yun disappeared instantly.
When Yan Yun appeared again, he was already in front of Lin Changqing and Wu Ji.
In his hand was a Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword wrapped in a purple stream of light, with a sword beam several feet long that was particularly conspicuous.
"Go!"
Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword flew past and stabbed the two of them quickly.
"Do you think I'm really afraid of you!"
Lin Changqing snorted coldly and directly pulled his right hand over Wu Ji beside him.
"Husband, be careful, you are hurting me."
Wu Ji let out a sweet cry and immediately threw herself into Lin Changqing's arms.
Waves of surging spiritual power quickly surged out of the body and poured into Lin Changqing's body.
In an instant, the aura on Lin Changqing's body surged rapidly, reaching the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul. When Lin Changqing's cultivation aura was rising, the graceful woman beside him had a weakened aura, as if she had been emptied out in an instant.
Feeling the powerful aura exuding from Lin Changqing's body, Yan Yun's face was expressionless, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
As far as Yanyun is concerned, the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul pose no threat to him at all.
Yan Yun pointed at the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword with one hand, and it quickly turned into a stream of light and came to Lin Changqing.
"Hmph!"
Looking at the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword entangled by the power of wind and thunder, Lin Changqing snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.
He pinched the magic formula with one hand, and the folding fan in his hand rose into the wind.
Suddenly, a girl wearing a long scarlet skirt twisted her waist and slowly walked down from the folding fan step by step.
"The soul body in the early stage of Yuanying."
The moment he looked at the girl, a trace of surprise flashed in Yan Yun's eyes. He did not expect that Lin Changqing would actually imprison a female ghost in the painting, and her cultivation had reached the early stage of Nascent Soul.
And as Lin Changqing kept tapping towards the female ghost, he saw surging spiritual light wrapping around the female ghost.
The female ghost was quickly filled with peach blossoms.
Her delicate pink body is white and rosy.
The moment the woman appeared, she winked at Yan Yun, and a strong charm swept over her.
If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, he might really be affected by it.
But who asked Yan Yun to practice the Dayan Jue and the God Forging Jue.
The spiritual consciousness and Taoist heart are extremely hard, and there is no way that this peach blossom female ghost can affect it.
Yan Yun pinched the magic formula with one hand, and then saw the direction of the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword turning, and quickly penetrated the chest of the peach blossom ghost.
The raging power of wind and thunder easily shattered his spirit body.
"Ah!"
He only had time to let out a shrill scream before he died and disappeared out of thin air.
The folding fan that was originally covered with peach blossoms was now completely blank.
"Poof!"
The Peach Blossom Fan was damaged, and Lin Changqing also suffered backlash. He opened his mouth slightly and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Crack!"
At this moment, a snow-white flame shot out.
Crossing in mid-air, looking from a distance, it looks like a white dragon.
Seeing such strange white flames, Lin Changqing knew not to resist and quickly fled away.
It's a pity that he is not good at speed. He can't even catch up with the old monster Qiong in the early stage of Yuanying. How can he escape from Yan Yun.
The blue-purple wind and thunder wings quickly appeared behind him.
The wings flapped, and Yan Yun's figure quickly disappeared from the place like a wisp of breeze. When Yan Yun's figure reappeared, it was already behind Lin Changqing.
The snow-white flame fell lightly on Lin Changqing's body.
"Ah, what kind of fire is this!"
Lin Changqing only had time to let out a shrill scream before his whole body was completely enveloped in flames.
When Wu Ji next to him saw this, he quickly took out a silver jade hairpin and stabbed it hard at Yan Yun.
Looking at the magic weapon that was speeding towards him, Yan Yun's expression remained normal and he didn't even move.
Seeing that his own magic weapon was about to pierce Yan Yun's heart, Wu Ji couldn't help but reveal a smile.
At this moment, a clear click sounded.
The hosta that was pierced hard quickly bounced away at a faster speed.
"How is it possible!"
Wuji's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
He never would have thought that Yan Yun's body would be so powerful that he could not even pierce his own magic weapon.
Yan Yun patted his chest gently and saw a faint white mark where the hosta attacked.
Apart from that, there are no other traces.
"Crackling"
Following the sound of bursts of flames, Liu Changqing's corpse quickly fell from the air and landed with a crash.
He fell straight in front of Yan Ruyan and the others.
Looking at the arrogant Lin Changqing just now, Yan Ruyan swallowed her saliva and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Dead!"
Lin Changqing, whose strength reached the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul, died so easily in the hands of Yan Yun.
You must know that in the battle between Yuanying monks, it is easy to determine the winner, but it is difficult to determine life and death.
Only when there is a huge disparity in strength between the two can they achieve a one-hit kill.
The cultivation of the two has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so there is a huge disparity in strength. . .
Yan Ruyan swallowed, and an idea emerged in her mind.
"Whoops!"
The Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword flashed past and sank directly into Wu Ji's chest. The surging power of wind and thunder quickly crushed his body into pieces.
"In this way, all the monks of the six demon sects have been killed."
A smile appeared on Yan Yun's lips, and he waved his sleeves. The storage bags on their waists were already in their hands.
And soon, Yan Yun's eyes were attracted by the folding fan.
The folding fan that originally had a beautiful peach blossom tree painted on it is now completely blank.
Yan Yun picked up the folding fan, his consciousness and spiritual power slowly poured into his breath, and he began to explore it carefully.
This is Lin Changqing's natal magic weapon, which has its own space where it can raise peach blossom fairies.
Through the absorption of yang energy and blood, the peach blossom fairy is cultivated.
"This magic weapon is quite magical."
Yan Yun stared at the peach blossom fan in his hand, a smile appeared on his lips, and then he took it into his storage bag.
"Disciple, your strength is really getting more and more terrifying."
The old monster Qiong swayed and landed in front of Yan Yun, looking at Yan Yun with eyes full of smiles.
The higher the disciple's cultivation level, the happier he will be as a master.
Yan Yun smiled and nodded, and then said: "All the demonic monks here have been eradicated. I plan to go to the central area to hunt a level 10 blood dragon. I wonder if Master wants to go with me?"
"Level 10 blood dragon?"
Master Qiong thought for a moment and laughed dryly: "Master, I know my own strength, so I may not be able to help you much, but I can help you conquer the formation."
"Thank you so much, Master!"
Yan Yun smiled and cupped his hands, and then said: "Let's rest for a few days and then we will set off again."
"Who is this?"
Suddenly, Master Qiong's eyes were attracted by Zhiruo, who was wearing a white dress not far away. He frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and asked.
"The young master of Qianhuan Sect."
Yan Yun glanced at Zhiruo and said calmly: "But her life is in my hands, so don't worry."
"That's it."
Master Qiong nodded, with a look of surprise on his face, and then looked at the three ancestors of the Yan family and said: "Since the demonic monks here have been destroyed, you can leave now."
Seeing this, Xuan Ye hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute, very flatteringly: "Senior Qiong is hunting dragons, we can also help."
The old monster Qiong raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but look at Yan Yun beside him. His intention was very clear, which was to let Yan Yun make the decision.
Yan Yun touched his chin, looked at Xuan Ye, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although I don’t know what Xuan Ye has in mind, he must have a plan.
"You are all a burden, so just wait here with peace of mind."
(End of chapter)