She walked in fluttering white clothes to the penultimate magic circle at one end.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, but he didn't expect that this woman was the one where his formation was.
When he saw Yan Yun leaving the station, his eyes flickered, and his beautiful eyes stared at Yan Yun closely. He didn't know what he was thinking for a while.
Seeing the formation begin, ten people covered in black robes flew out from the opposite mage camp. All of these people were filled with yin energy and astonishing demonic aura.
"Demon cultivator?"
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then his figure was wrapped in a blue-purple stream of light, and he galloped away into the distance.
There were nine other Yuanying old monsters who did the same thing as him, and these people flew towards the magic circle they identified.
As soon as Yan Yun reached the sky above the light barrier, he first nodded to Song Yu who was manipulating the magic circle below, and then calmly looked at the man in black robe opposite.
The man in black robe opposite had an ordinary figure, but his eyes shone with a cold green light.
Staring at Yan Yun without blinking an eyelid.
These are just monks who have used magic means to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, in order to use the formations at their feet to trap the top ten monks in Tiannan.
Moreover, the cultivation level of this demon cultivator is only at the peak of the primary stage of Yuanying, far from reaching the middle stage of Yuanying.
When the other nine Tiannan monks noticed that the Demonic Cultivator Yuanying was in the early stage, some noticed something fishy, but there were also some Yuanying monks who were secretly happy.
After all, everyone is a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying. Facing the monks in the early stage of Yuanying, there is no pressure at all.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, the pill-forming monks below each recited incantations, and then used both hands to perform magic spells.
As several streams of light fell on the formation.
At the same time, Yan Yun also escaped into the magic circle at the same time as the early Nascent Soul demon cultivator on the opposite side.
The remaining nine teams of fighting monks also fell into the formation at this moment.
For a moment, the army of monks and magicians watching the battle in the distance was silent. Everyone held their breath and looked nervously at the ten pairs of figures that were somewhat blurry in the light shield.
After entering the light shield, Yan Yun put his hands behind his back and did not use any magic weapon, but looked at the opposite side quietly.
Such an appearance of Yan Yun surprised the demon cultivator opposite.
When the man in black robe opposite saw the light shield reappearing, he made a gesture with both hands without saying a word.
A low and ancient mantra came from his mouth, and the cold demonic energy on his body surged several feet, turning into tentacles as black as ink that danced wildly.
Yan Yun had no expression on his face and looked at everything in front of him quietly.
As time passed, the pupils of the black-robed demon cultivator also turned red at this moment, and his mouth roared like a wild beast.
The body under the black robe actually began to swell.
In the blink of an eye, his body size has more than doubled.
The man in black robe's blood-red eyes revealed a crazy look.
The swollen body suddenly shrank again, turning into a dwarf about three feet tall in the blink of an eye.
Then the dwarf opened his mouth slightly and let out a shrill scream.
Accompanied by a loud "bang" sound.
The dwarf's body suddenly exploded out of thin air, and every inch of flesh and blood on his body turned into blood foam, splattering everywhere.
Yan Yun, who had expected this, waved his hand gently.
A red-gold energy shield quickly enveloped the entire person.
The demonic cultivator's flesh and blood all splashed onto the wall, without even the slightest intention of falling. Even under Yan Yun's gaze, it seemed to have life and squirmed strangely on the wall.
The opponent's blood and scraps of flesh were all stuck to the wall of the opponent's mask. There was no intention of falling, and under his gaze, the flesh and blood began to squirm strangely on the wall.
Yan Yun put his hands behind his back and watched the scene in front of him quietly.
The flesh and blood turned into several clouds of blood mist in the blink of an eye, quickly spreading along the wall, covering the entire white light curtain in a blood-red color, and exuding the bloody smell of vomiting.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun looked calm and turned to look at the other nine formations.
The scene of the demonic cultivator self-destructing and turning into a blood-colored light shield was staged in ten venues at the same time.
The ten Nascent Soul monks who participated in the gambling battle were all trapped in the bloody light barrier.
The ten alchemy monks below who were supervising the operation of the magic circle naturally knew that the situation was not good. While they were wary of the magicians on the opposite side, they hurriedly made secrets to stop the magic circle.
But to their surprise, when they saw the light shield turning into blood red, these magicians said nothing, immediately turned around and left the magic circle, and flew directly back to the main formation.
Song Yu felt relieved and quickly looked at Yan Yun. He was very smart and immediately knew that all this was the fault of the mages.
It seems that the changes in the mask must be caused by the magicians.
Fighting is what attracts everyone's attention.
The sudden strange movement immediately attracted the attention of Master Zhiyang and the three of them. They were startled and quickly turned into three dazzling arcs of light, flying towards the distance.
Compared to the three extremely anxious monks, the skinny old man in the mage camp looked at the scene in front of him with a hint of joy in his eyes.
Looking at the three monks flying towards the bloody light shield, they were not afraid.
"Whoops!"
With a sharp sound breaking through the air, two men in black robes, a man and a woman
"Zongzhu Fang really succeeded."
The skinny old man turned sideways, looked at the black-robed monk and said, "I hope the Blood Shield is as powerful as Guizong said. It can trap ten Nascent Soul monks in the shield for half a day."
"Once Tiannan loses these ten people, his strength will naturally be greatly reduced. And half a day is enough for us to have a showdown with the Tiannan monks."
The man in black robe glanced at the skinny old man and said coldly:
"Don't worry, this blood barrier is one of the six secret arts of our sect. This is the sacrifice of ten blood corpses that have been kept in captivity for hundreds of years. Even if the late Nascent Soul cultivators want to break this formation, they can't break it without spending half a moment. ! ”
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the black-robed monk in the distance through the blood shield.
"The later stage of Nascent Soul takes half a moment!"
Yan Yun touched his chin and muttered silently in his heart: "I just don't know my strength. How many purple thunder spirit wood swords I can use can destroy the formation in one breath."
At this time, Master Zhiyang had already arrived above the blood shield, looking at the blood shield below with a gloomy face.
"Boom!"
Master Zhiyang swung hard, and a dazzling sword energy cut out of the air and landed heavily on the blood shield.
The blood mask only trembled slightly and returned to its original state.
Seeing this, Master Zhiyang's expression turned gloomy.
When the other Wei Wuya and Hehuan Laomo saw this scene, they had no intention of taking action again.
With their eyesight. Although only one of them tried it, the restraining strength of this blood shield can be tested immediately.
This strange blood shield is extremely tough, and there is something weird on it that is really difficult to break.
However, after this slash, the three of them also saw that this shield only focused on trapping the enemy and had no effect on hurting the enemy.
This made the three of them look at each other and smile bitterly.
I originally thought that the opponent would use powerful killing moves against the ten gambling monks in the battle to seriously injure them. But I didn't expect that the other party had the idea of temporarily trapping ten people from the beginning.
This caught the three old men off guard, and they made some miscalculations.
Most of the preparations made in advance have lost their effectiveness. "We suffered a big loss this time. Fortunately, they were only temporarily trapped and there was no fear for their lives. As long as we prolong the time, they still have a chance to come out."
Master Zhiyang’s eyes flickered and he suddenly said:
"We have more high-level monks than the Mulan people. Even if we lose ten of them, we will not be any weaker than the magicians."
After listening to this, Old Demon Hehuan and Wei Wuya looked at each other, knowing that the matter had come to this, and there was nothing they could do.
"Well, we don't need to direct the following battle. We just need to try to hold off Master Mulan as much as possible."
After a fierce light flashed on the face of the old devil Hehuan, he said gloomily, as if he wanted to take out the anger he received on Master Mulan.
Then he ignored the other two, but raised his head and shouted sharply at the army of magicians on the opposite side:
"I have heard for a long time that Master Mulan has unfathomable spiritual skills that reach the heavens. Yi and the other three would like to learn from him. I wonder if there are some masters who would be willing to come out and fight."
The old demon of Hehuan shouted loudly, obviously using some secret technique, and it was like a thunderbolt from the blue, shaking the sky and the ground for several miles around.
The sounds of curses in both camps were temporarily suppressed. Even those sorcerers who ascended into the air, some with low cultivation, staggered a few times and almost fell down.
Hearing the challenge from the old devil of Hehuan, the skinny old man frowned, but then he said calmly:
"Sooner or later there will be a battle with the three great monks in Tiannan. However, I must stay and preside over the battle. I can't take part in the battle."
Having said this, the skinny old man turned around, looked at the black-robed monk, and cupped his hands:
"This is going to trouble Sect Master Fang. Zhu has long heard that Sect Master's Tiansha True Demonic Skill has been cultivated to an extremely high level. It can even be possessed by the True Demonic Qi of Tiansha True Demon. It is easy to deal with one person. "
The black-robed old man waved his sleeves and said in a cold voice: "Since I have made an agreement with you, my sect master will naturally take action. I also want to see the magical power of the number one demon cultivator in the south of the sky."
As Sect Leader Fang finished speaking, a glimmer of green light flashed in his eyes, but his gaze fell on Wei Wuya.
The scholar surnamed Zhong and the dwarf surnamed Bi turned into a silver rainbow and a ball of red light and followed them without saying a word.
Seeing this, the three Master Zhiyang on the opposite side turned into startling rainbows and fled high into the sky.
The six people disappeared into the clouds and mist in the blink of an eye and disappeared.
The sky nearby was constantly changing. One moment it was blazing like fire, and another moment it was as dark as ink. During this period, it was constantly mixed with dazzling silver arcs and colorful clouds.
While the three monks were fighting, the foundation-building pill-forming monks below also clashed with the army of magicians.
The entire battlefield is like a meat grinding ground.
Yan Yun was happy and leisurely, sitting cross-legged in the void and watching with cold eyes.
Now is not the time to take action yourself, there is no need to take action now.
Time went by, and the whole fight took half a cup of tea.
The whole world seemed to be washed by blood, looking particularly ferocious.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly raised his head.
A middle-aged monk in brocade robes suddenly appeared out of thin air above the blood shield.
"It actually appeared."
Yan Yun glanced at the brocade-robed monk, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Crack!"
Yan Yun slowly raised his right hand, and red-gold Binghuoyang Lei surged out from his right hand.
The divine thunder was mighty, like a ferocious dragon, pounced on the blood shield in front of him.
"Zi la la!"
The divine thunder and the blood shield were intertwined and were quickly destroyed.
After a while, a charred black gap that could be passed by one person appeared in front of him.
Looking at the bloody mouth in front of him, Yan Yun's figure swayed and turned into a shadow to escape the gap.
Seeing Yan Yun escape from the blood mask, the remaining nine Nascent Soul mid-stage monks who were trapped quickly looked at Yan Yun and shouted:
"Fellow Taoist Yan, I hope you can help us get out of trouble."
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the nine people, and after a moment of silence, slowly raised his right hand.
The red-gold Binghuo Yang Lei quickly flew out of his hand.
"Crackling"
Accompanied by bursts of harsh thunder, the red-gold divine thunder pierced the air, turned into nine red-gold dragons, and landed on the blood shield.
"Huh?"
The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the brocade-robed monk above.
His eyes moved slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He never expected that the Blood Luo Shield that the Xunyin Luo Sect had spent so much effort on making could be easily cracked by the mid-stage Nascent Soul monk in front of him.
"Stop!"
As the brocade-robed monk finished speaking, he immediately raised his right hand.
A big cyan hand suddenly appeared in front of the red-gold dragon, and with lightning speed, it caught the thunder dragon.
"Boom!"
The red-gold ice-fire sun thunder collided with the giant cyan hand, making a heavy roar.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows, and without hesitation, he made a seal with his hands and pointed towards Bing Huoyang Lei.
The golden and green light exploded in the big hand, and the big hand and the thunder beads instantly turned into nothing and disappeared without a trace.
The big man in brocade robes snorted coldly, but with a flash of green light on his face, his expression returned to normal.
"It seems that Mulan has more than three divine masters!"
Yan Yun put his hands behind his back, stared at the monk in brocade robes, and said with a faint smile: "I originally wanted to go there peacefully, but you came to the door, so I won't be polite."
"In Shimoda Zhong, it is Mulan's fourth divine master."
The big man in brocade robes glanced at Yan Yun without surprise and said calmly: "I'm glad that I am Master Mulan and can still be so calm. It seems that you have some trump cards."
"Whoops!"
Yan Yun opened his mouth slightly, and a blue-purple purple thunder spirit wood sword turned into a shadow and appeared in front of him.
Perhaps it was because Tian Zhong had not broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage for a long time, so he didn't take it carelessly when he looked at the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword, but gently patted the spirit beast bag on his waist.
After the rays of light erupted, two identical winged monsters appeared, with green feathers and the bodies of tigers and eagles.
When the "Sky Tiger Beast" saw the images of these two monsters, Yan Yun recognized the identities of the two monsters.
This is a very rare flying beast on the Mulan grassland. It is proficient in two types of earth and wind spells, and is very difficult to deal with. And these two seem to have reached the late stage of pill formation.
At this moment, the two Sky Tiger beasts suddenly spread their wings and disappeared in the green light. The next moment, they appeared near Yan Yun one after another, staring at him eagerly.
Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and patted the storage bag at the same time.
A blue-purple shadow flashed past, and the figure of the two-headed wind duck swayed and appeared in front of him out of thin air.
"Level 8 monster!!!" (End of this chapter)