After saying this, a trace of gloom flashed across his face.
The stronger Yan Yun is, the more difficult it will be for him to get rid of him.
At the same time, as the raging thunder continued to fall.
The cold air on the surface of the white jade clam became more and more dazzling, and the biting ice crystals quickly condensed in the sky, resisting the thunder falling from above.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and did not move, but quietly waited for the white jade clam.
The transformed thunder tribulation can only rely on the monster beast itself and cannot help.
"Boom!"
The thunderbolts were extremely dense and kept hitting the two-headed wind ducks.
The white clam shells on its body became its snow-white and delicate skin under the bombardment of thunder.
Against the background of the thunderous light, it looks like an extremely exquisite piece of porcelain.
And as the thunder continued to surge, a pure white figure slowly walked out of the thunder.
"Success!"
As the dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, a charming girl with white hair slowly walked up to Yan Yun.
Unlike Shuang'er, the White Jade Clam was only in the early stages of transformation, but it had already completely transformed into a human form, which was quite miraculous.
【White Jade Clam】
[Realm: Level 8]
【Bloodline: Clam Girl】
[Talented magical power: white jade clam beads, external incarnation]
[Spells: White Jade Cold Light, Soul-Captivating Sound, Spirit Shell]
Looking at the white jade clam in front of him, Yan Yun's eyes flickered and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad, not bad!"
Yan Yun nodded with satisfaction. A white storage bag on his right sleeve turned into a shadow, floating in front of the white jade clam.
"Clam girl, now that you have entered the early stage of transformation, please keep these magic weapons with you."
As Yan Yun finished speaking, Clam Girl looked happy and quickly got naked and knelt down in front of Yan Yun.
The biting cold mist wrapped around Clam Girl's body, making her look quite mysterious.
Yan Yun glanced at Clam Girl's snow-white body, and then nodded slightly: "Put on your clothes."
"It's the master."
Clam Girl stood up slowly, her delicate skin fully visible, and her right hand could be seen gently brushing the storage bag.
A white robe was already draped on him.
"Have a good life and stabilize your cultivation."
Yan Yun glanced at Clam Girl, spoke lightly, and then his body swayed, turned into a shadow, and disappeared out of thin air.
The next few girls all took advantage of this period to take the Good Fortune Pill.
Yan Yun was not idle during this period, sitting cross-legged on the stone bed.
A section of Xuantian Immortal Vine lay in the wooden box.
Yan Yun stared at the Xuantian Immortal Vine in front of him, with a smile on his lips.
"Buzz!"
With a buzzing sound, Wind and Thunder Wings quickly appeared behind them.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Along with the sound of sound breaking through the air, a red-gold purple thunder spirit wood sword flew out quickly.
The dense purple thunder wood swords completely enveloped the entire stone chamber.
The red-gold flowing light even completely enveloped the entire stone chamber, making it look quite magical.
Yan Yun pinched his wrist and saw streaks of light disappearing in an instant.
At this moment, the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword kept piercing into the Xuantian Immortal Vine.
"Crash!"
As buzzing sounds sounded, wisps of thick white fog were absorbed into the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword at this moment.
Yan Yun was not kept waiting for long, and the time for just half a cup of tea flew by.
The Xuantian Immortal Vine, which was still flowing with an extremely mysterious aura just now, quickly shriveled up at this moment.
In the blink of an eye, it became a shriveled branch the size of a thumb, without any spiritual power on it.
On the contrary, the aura emitted by the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword on the other side became stronger and stronger at this moment.
A series of extremely mysterious lines are covered with the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword.
Yan Yun could clearly feel that these dense purple thunder spirit wood swords had a mysterious and mysterious aura.
After three months.
A girl in a white dress appeared at the foot of Linglong Mountain.
In front of the girl were two guarding disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect.
"Two Taoist friends, I admire Peiling and come here to see Senior Yan."
The girl in white moved her lips slightly and whispered.
Listening to Mu Peiling's words, the two Hidden Moon Sect disciples looked at each other: "Do you want to find Senior Yan?"
Ever since Yan Yun showed his prowess in the border battle, the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect all know Yan Yun's reputation.
At this moment, I couldn't help but be surprised when I heard that this girl actually came to look for Yan Yun.
"I hope that my two Taoist friends can help me make a report. I am deeply grateful!"
Mu Peiling looked hesitant and couldn't help but speak.
The two Hidden Moon Sect disciples looked at each other and said, "Senior Yan is practicing in seclusion, we really don't dare to disturb him."
As the two finished speaking, a long voice slowly came from a distance.
"Come up."
Listening to these majestic words, a flash of shock flashed in their eyes, and then they immediately raised their hands towards the top of the mountain and said, "It's senior."
After saying that, the two of them slowly turned sideways and saluted Mu Peiling: "Please leave."
Immediately afterwards, two Hidden Moon Sect disciples led Mu Peiling towards the mountain.
After a while, the group of three people arrived in front of Yanyun Valley.
The valley that was originally shrouded in thick mountain fog suddenly began to shake as the three of them arrived.
Immediately afterwards, a gap for only one person appeared in front of the three people.
"Thank you two senior brothers for leading the way."
Mu Peiling cupped her hands towards the two Hidden Moon Sect disciples, and then strode towards the valley.
As Mu Peiling stepped into the valley, a strong spiritual energy hit her nostrils.
Mu Peiling couldn't help but take a deep breath and sighed: "If I practice here, it will be enough to increase my cultivation speed."
And just as Mu Peiling muttered, the thick fog in front dissipated, and instead there was a bright red blood mist.
A strong pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
Faintly, Mu Peiling could see a giant blood-red tree, with thick blood-red mist constantly pouring out.
Under the giant tree, there were two huge bloody spiders hanging upside down.
Constantly absorbing the bloody evil energy pouring out from the giant tree.
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the blood jade spider, Mu Peiling couldn't help but widen her eyes, her body trembled slightly, and she intuitively felt the endless pressure.
"This is a monster that rivals the Nascent Soul stage!!!"
"There are still two."
Mu Peiling swallowed and looked at the blood jade spider in the distance. Her body trembled slightly. After feeling the strong pressure from the blood jade spider, she did not dare to move.
At this time, blood mist continued to surge in the distance.
After a while, a female cultivator in palace attire wearing a bloody dress slowly walked from a distance.
With blood-red hair, his beautiful eyes swept over Mu Peiling and said, "Come with me."
As Yu Huan finished speaking, his sleeves waved lightly.
A bloody spiritual wind surged, quickly blowing away the blood mist in front of him. A shield of energy enveloped Mu Peiling at this moment.
"It's senior."
Mu Peiling nodded vigorously and followed quickly.
The two of them walked in tandem and passed through the Blood Evil Spirit Tree area filled with blood mist.
A winding stream appeared in front of the two of them.
A thunder fish with a purple tail was constantly playing in the stream.
"Level 5 Spiritual Fish!"
Feeling the spiritual fish swimming in the stream, Mu Peiling looked surprised.
Before he could react, a huge purple dragon appeared in front of Mu Peiling.
"Another dragon that rivals the Nascent Soul stage."
Mu Peiling couldn't help but swallow her saliva, a trace of shock flashed in her eyes.
"Boom"
As the stone door opened, a stone path appeared in front of you.
Yan Yun, wearing a white robe, slowly walked from the cave at this time.
Mu Peiling's eyes moved slightly and she quickly saluted respectfully: "I pay my respects to Senior Yan."
Yan Yun glanced at Mu Peiling and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come all the way here?"
"Please ask Senior Yan to save me!"
As he spoke, Mu Peiling fell to the ground and sobbed.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly: "Did your family force you to marry?"
Yan Yun still knew a lot about Mu Peiling.
Listening to Yan Yun's words, Mu Peiling was slightly startled, and then nodded vigorously: "Senior Yan, please save me."
Yan Yun glanced at Mu Peiling, gently touched his chin with his right hand, and thought for a moment.
"It's not impossible to save you."
Yan Yun flipped his wrist, and a piece of jade was reduced to a shadow, and then landed in front of Mu Peiling.
Mu Peiling was slightly stunned, stretched out her right hand to take the jade slip, and placed it between her eyebrows.
Divine consciousness poured into it and he began to explore it carefully.
Soon, Mu Peiling's cheeks turned red and she lowered her head and asked, "Senior, do you want me to practice this Dianfeng Peiyuan Gong?"
"This is the method of dual cultivation."
Yan Yun nodded and continued: "After your cultivation reaches the core formation stage, you will change to this skill, and I will help you improve your cultivation."
"When the time comes, I will need to use your Yuan Yin to achieve a breakthrough in practice."
"Are you willing?"
Yan Yun stared at Mu Peiling and asked.
Mu Peiling was silent for a moment, then slowly raised her head to look at Yan Yun, and nodded vigorously: "I am willing."
"In that case, you can stay here."
Yan Yun glanced at Mu Peiling and said calmly: "I want to go out. No one here can threaten you."
As Yan Yun finished speaking, Yan Yun's figure swayed, turned into a shadow, and disappeared out of thin air.
When Yan Yun's figure appeared again, he was already in mid-air.
With a flick of his sleeves, a yellow shadow flashed past, and the wind chariot appeared in front of him.
Yan Yun stepped on the windmill, with yellow light flowing on it, which looked quite magical.
A bloody shadow flashed past, followed closely by Yu Huan, following behind Yan Yun.
【Yu Huan】
[Spiritual roots: metal, wood, water, fire, earth spiritual roots]
[Physique: Incarnation outside the body]
[Cultivation: Mid-stage Nascent Soul]
[Skills: Blood Refining Divine Light, Tiandu Corpse Fire]
[Spells: Origin Bead, Tiandu Corpse Fire]
Looking at Yu Huan's attribute column, Yan Yun nodded slightly.
"It's time to go to Dajin."
Yan Yun murmured in a low voice, and the wind chariot beneath him turned into a yellow shadow and sped away into the distance.
Not long after, some well-informed monks received the news that Elder Yan of Dingding of the Hidden Moon Sect suddenly left Linglong Mountain and went on a long journey.
No one knows exactly where he went. He might be wandering around Tiannan, or he might have left Tiannan at all.
After a period of commotion, the Tiannan Immortal Cultivation World was calm again, and Yan Yun's departure did not stir up any waves.
A convoy of more than thirty people was driving alone on the endless prairie.
There were not many vehicles, only seven or eight, but the leather-clad men on horseback gathered nearby were all young and energetic, and some of them were even just children of eleven or twelve years old.
At the front of the motorcade was an old man in gorgeous clothing and riding a yellow horse.
He is an old man wearing a flaming fox fur hat, and around his waist is a three-color brocade belt that represents his identity.
This is the mark of a first-rate novel.
This place is already the southern part of Tianlan Grassland. This was a team of unexpected people going to the temple to pay tribute.
"Tianlan Grassland"
This is the name given to the Mulan Grassland by the Tuwu people. Because the Tuwu people have always believed in the rumored "Tianlan Beast" and requested it to be their patron saint and support it from generation to generation, the grassland has this name.
Originally, the Tutu people only occupied the southern half of the Zhengtianlan grassland, but since they defeated the feuding Mulan people in a battle in the middle of the grassland thirty years ago, they have occupied the entire prairie ever since.
His strength naturally increased by leaps and bounds, and there was no rival in the entire grassland.
Of course, the Tuwu tribe is so large that there are countless internal tribes.
Small tribes ranging from hundreds of thousands of people to super tribes with a population of hundreds of millions are spread across the entire grassland.
And because there were so many people who made contributions in the last holy war, there were also many emerging independent tribes.
Some of these tribes are not small, while others are even more insignificant, with a population of only tens of thousands.
The "Heron Tribe" where the old man belongs is such a micro tribe that is separated from the large tribe.
Although it can be called a tribe, in fact the entire tribe only has 70,000 to 80,000 people.
The old man's name was Yinglu. He was extremely brave in battle when he was young. He defeated several small Mulan tribes in a holy war and captured many nobles alive, which is why he achieved his current status.
But now he cannot withstand the ravages of time. Coupled with all these years of hard work, although he is only in his fifties, his body is already looking old.
It was now noon. The old man looked at the scorching sun in the sky, then looked back at the young children in the motorcade behind him, and let out a long sigh.
It stands to reason that no matter how big or small a tribe is, it must enshrine certain immortal masters.
Otherwise, if you encounter natural disasters or monsters.
Ordinary mortals simply cannot resist it.
But a new small tribe like theirs couldn't recruit any immortal master at all.
Even the lowest level immortal master is unwilling to enter such a small tribe.
After all, for immortal masters, the bigger and richer the tribe they join is the best.
Only then can sufficient resources be provided for their cultivation.
The Heron tribe where the old man is located has not yet had the opportunity to train local immortal masters.
Therefore, if something happened these years, I could only hire low-level immortal masters from neighboring tribes with large sums of money to help.
Fortunately, the spiritual opening day, which comes every twenty years, is finally coming.
Feilu, who had been interested in this matter for a long time, naturally couldn't let it go.
Immediately led several tribesmen who were found to have spiritual roots in the tribe to the Tianlan Temple closest to their tribe.
Yan Yun arrived here three months ago, mixed into this convoy, and headed towards Tianlan Temple.
"Tianlan Holy Beast!"
Yan Yun's eyes flickered and he couldn't help but touch his chin. (End of chapter)