"Boom!"
Following a harsh roar, the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword hit the old man's back hard.
"Stab it!"
The Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword penetrated the old man's shoulder easily.
The power of blue-purple wind and thunder enveloped the old man's body at this moment, constantly destroying the old man's body.
"Ah!"
The bald-browed old man let out a shrill scream, and then slapped his chest hard with his right hand.
His mouth opened slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
In an instant, his whole body was quickly enveloped in green light, turning into a blue shadow and disappearing in an instant.
Watching the bald-browed old man escape, Yan Yun put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "The next thing is to wait for the fish to take the bait."
After saying this, Yan Yun's figure swayed and turned into a shadow and disappeared from the place.
And as Yan Yun appeared again, he had returned to the Heron team.
There are obviously fewer tents here than there were two days ago.
It seems that some tribes have finished resting and are starting to hit the road one after another.
But when Yan Yun returned to the Heron tribe's tent, Ying Heron and others were already well prepared and had the carriage ready. They are waiting for the return of the immortal master Yan Yun.
Upon seeing Yan Yun, Ying Lu was naturally overjoyed and hurriedly asked Yan Yun to get in the car.
Yan Yun sat on the original carriage and closed his eyes to rest.
The next seven or eight days were relatively peaceful.
Only two low-level iron-hoofed beasts without eyes ran into the convoy.
As a result, they were bombarded by several magic weapons from a few unexpected immortal masters who were delighted to see them, and naturally turned them into trophies.
Only Yan Yun, Fengyue, and another Immortal Master who was guarding the team stayed in the car and did not take action.
With his spiritual exploration, Yan Yun found that Fengyue, after trying a series of failed detoxification methods, seemed particularly impatient and uneasy, with a look of despair on his face.
It's no wonder that no matter who knows that his death is coming but is helpless, the suffering alone is not something ordinary people can bear.
On this day, near dusk, a convoy of several hundred people stopped beside a large river several hundred feet wide.
A group of unexpected people began to replenish water, cook and rest here.
When Yan Yun heard the sound of the nearby river flowing, his heart moved slightly: "It seems that someone is coming from Dajin."
With this in mind, Yan Yun slowly stepped out of the carriage.
As soon as Yan Yun appeared, the delicate girl named Yingshan threw the food aside with a red face, and respectfully saluted Yan Yun:
"Master Immortal, do you have any orders?"
"It's okay. I've been meditating in the car for a long time. I just came out to take a look."
Yan Yun's eyes turned to the young girl's face, then looked at the hard food, and said gently.
"Master Yanxian, let me get you some water."
The girl still looked a little at a loss.
"Yeah."
Yan Yun looked at the river not far away, but did not refuse.
As soon as Yingshan heard this, her uneasiness disappeared a lot, she immediately agreed happily, took a water bag and ran to the river.
There, people from each tribe set up bonfires and set up some barbecued meats such as cattle and sheep
After a while, the girl held a water bag in one hand and a piece of barbecue in the other. She came back to Yan Yun's car out of breath, and handed both things over with some embarrassment.
"Master Immortal, this barbecue tastes good. Sir, would you like to try it?"
The girl's eyes flickered, looking a little eager.
The scene of the girl offering her flesh attracted the attention of the young people not far away.
Yingshan has spiritual roots and is very beautiful. She is naturally the dream girl of those young monks.
"Well, I haven't eaten these things for many years. It should be good to eat some."
Yan Yun chuckled lightly and took a bite of the barbecue without being polite.
I have to say that although there is not much seasoning, the meat is extremely tender and tastes good.
When Yingshan saw this, her little face was filled with smiles.
"You are preparing to participate in the spiritual opening ceremony, right? If you give me meat to eat, I will show you the spiritual root!"
After Yan Yun took a bite of the meat, he stopped, put the barbecue aside, and said calmly to the girl.
"Thank you, Master Immortal."
When Yingshan heard Yan Yun's words, she was stunned for a moment, but then she became unabashedly excited and stretched out her jade arms.
Looking at the snow-white jade arm, Yan Yun lightly tapped his fingers and landed on his arm.
A stream of spiritual power quickly escaped into the girl's arm and continued to flow through her body.
Feeling Yan Yun's probing, Yingshan's heart tightened and she couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Master Yan, what are my qualifications? Do I have the chance to become an immortal master?"
"It's okay. It's the three spiritual roots of water, earth, and fire. It's not a problem to become an immortal master."
Yan Yun nodded slightly and whispered: "But how far you can go in the future depends on your own destiny."
Yinglu's qualifications are average, but he has the three spiritual roots of water, earth, and fire. If he has enough resources, he has a chance to break through the foundation building period.
But this Heron Tribe is obviously just a small tribe. It is unlikely that they will have a chance to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill.
"By the way, the river in front of you is so wide. Could it be the tributary of Tianshui River that crosses the south."
Yan Yun waved his hand, looked away from the girl, and suddenly asked about the origin of the river in front of him.
Yingshan's face was filled with joy after learning about her spiritual roots. She quickly stood up and cupped her hands:
"Master Immortal is right. This is indeed a branch of the Tianshui River. If you walk more than a hundred miles further, you can see the main trunk of the Tianshui River."
At this moment, Yan Yun's consciousness moved slightly and he noticed someone approaching.
"Go and notify Ying Heron that something is approaching!"
Yanyun patted Yingshan's back gently, surprising her, and then nodded like a chicken and ran towards the heron by the river.
After a while, there was a commotion by the river, and everyone hurriedly spread their legs and ran back.
As a result, before most people returned to the vehicle, there was a green light flashing in the distance.
Then a gloomy low sound came, and a huge bat covered in green light appeared there, growing from small to large.
Its ferocious and ferocious appearance made the mortals in the convoy tremble with fear when they saw it.
The few unexpected Immortal Masters who stayed in the vehicle also got out of the vehicle one after another, and they all looked over with solemn expressions.
Yan Yun's eyes did not fall on the bat, but on the group of immortal cultivators standing on the back of the giant banner.
There were eight people in this group, four men and four women. The men were wearing brocade shirts and jade belts, and their clothes were gorgeous.
The woman is wearing a white robe, bare feet, and a gold belt around her waist. It is not an out-of-the-way costume at all.
"Someone from Dajin is here!" Yan Yun touched his chin, with a smile on his lips.
The cultivation level of these monks is not high, there are only two or three pill-forming monks, and the rest are all foundation-building cultivation level.
At the same time, the five or six giant bats, about ten feet in size, had flown over the convoy, constantly flapping their wings and creating gusts of wind.
A hurricane came straight towards the convoy, and several cars that were hit by it were overturned to the ground. Bags, boxes and other items were thrown out of the cars and broke apart.
A lot of ores, herbs and the like were scattered all over the floor.
As for the mortals who were knocked to the ground by the strong wind, there were many of them.
At this moment, the sudden changes in the expressions of the Immortal Masters were even more horrified, and they looked at each other in confusion.
"Which of you is the leader, come out and say it."
A man in his forties on the giant bat glanced at the convoy below and said coldly in the Tutu language.
This person is one of the people in the pill formation stage, and the other is a woman in white clothes in her twenties. Although she is somewhat beautiful, her face is as cold as ice.
Upon hearing this, Yinglu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately walked out of the crowd, bending down to salute and speak.
"I'm not talking about mortals, I'm talking about you immortal masters."
The man's face darkened and he said impatiently.
The huge one under his feet suddenly waved his wings, and another strong wind hit him.
Immediately, Ying Heron was shaken to the point of being unable to stand, and fell back repeatedly, almost sitting on the ground.
Seeing this, the other Immortal Masters from the sudden group became more and more frightened in their hearts.
But just for a moment, everyone couldn't help but look at Yan Yun.
After all, the previous scene where Yan Yun showed his skills and killed the demon apes and birds was still deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.
After all, in the world of cultivating immortals, it seems understandable that those with the highest level of cultivation automatically become the leaders.
The men and women on the giant bat simultaneously cast their gazes on Yan Yun's face.
Waves of spiritual energy surged from the eyes of the leading man at this moment.
Apparently he was using secret techniques to explore Yan Yun's true appearance.
It's a pity that Yan Yun is a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so there is nothing that this mere Dan-forming monk can detect.
"It's his real face, not the traitor."
After a moment, the man's eyes dimmed and he said to the pill-forming woman beside him.
The woman nodded when she heard the words, and after turning her eyes to the other Taoist cultivators, she also shook her head.
"All the remaining monks, come out."
After hesitating for a moment, the monk then moved his lips slightly and whispered into the distance.
As soon as he finished speaking, six foundation-building monks on the giant bat were seen flying out quickly and stopped on the vehicle of Feng Yue and others.
Obviously, the target has been found in a short period of time.
The two carriages are still silent now.
Seeing this, the rest of the people didn't dare to take a breath.
Seeing that there was no movement in the car, the man on the giant bat couldn't help but sneered. He turned his palm and several fist fireballs emerged.
With a flick, all the fireballs shot straight towards one of the cars.
At this moment, a bitter laughter finally came from the car.
"Commander Gu, I have fled to Tianlan Grassland. I have escaped so far away. Why do I have to kill them all? Do I have to put them to death?"
Before he finished speaking, the entire carriage exploded, and then a white mist of cold air hit the fireballs. Suddenly, the fireballs flashed out in the cold air.
A sturdy young man of twenty-seven or eighty-year-old appeared on the spot holding a crystal white ball in his hand.
His face looked uncertain.
When the monks on the giant bat saw this, everyone looked happy.
"Jiang Jianying, the Snow Crystal Bead is indeed in your hands. The palace master asked you to take this bead to the old man Beixuan of Beihan Mountain. How dare you sneak away with this bead."
The moment the man saw the orb, his face was filled with joy, but soon he turned ferocious and said:
"If you are wise, come back to us, and maybe we can leave a remnant of your soul."
At the same time, the six foundation-building monks swayed and blocked the way back on both sides of the sturdy young man.
"Let me invite old man Xuan Bing to make a blood sacrifice for him."
The man laughed in anger:
"Don't think that I don't know. When you assigned me this mission, didn't you just think that I have ice spiritual roots, which is just suitable for the Beixuan Demon to sacrifice and refine this bead?"
"Huh, even so, don't forget that your cultivation and realm today are all due to the accumulation of various miraculous medicines in the palace."
Another pill-forming woman glanced at the man coldly and said lightly:
"Otherwise, you were just a beggar decades ago and have turned into a pile of bones. How can you still become a monk? Why not repay the palace with your body?"
"Fart, it should be said that if Jiang didn't have ice spirit roots, the palace would adopt me? And with my alien spirit roots, even if the palace doesn't adopt me, sooner or later I will become a disciple of the sect."
The young man said with a sneer, and then without hesitation he held the snow-white crystal bead in his hand. A white mist of cold mist emerged from the bead and turned into a cloud of cold mist of more than twenty feet, covering him in it.
"You think you can fight against us with this snow crystal bead? What a wishful thinking."
The woman said expressionlessly, and with a wave of her hand, the six foundation-building monks raised their hands at the same time, and a red flag appeared in their hands, and then shot out from their hands, turning into six balls of red flames that merged into one.
A fire cloud the size of an acre appeared in the sky above the cold fog, and slowly pressed down.
The fire cloud collided with the cold fog below, and the hot and cold air intertwined and flowed, turning into bursts of cold steam, sweeping in all directions.
Doesn't it look amazing.
Although the snow crystal bead is magical, the tough young man is just a foundation-building monk who doesn't even have the ability to refine this thing, so naturally he can't control it as he wishes.
In the sudden confrontation, Han Wu was immediately at a disadvantage. The sturdy young man in the cold fog obviously knew that something was wrong. He tried desperately to control the cold fog and rush out of the fire cloud, but he was always trapped in the fire cloud by the six monks. middle.
Not long after, the cold fog shrank little by little.
The sturdy young man tried his best to inject magic power into the bead, but he still could not resist the consumption of the fire cloud. After a meal, it finally became only a few feet in size.
"Commander Gu, you have taken action. He is still of some use. He must be captured alive."
Seeing this situation, the Dan-Jie woman suddenly turned to the man and said.
"Don't worry. Just leave this matter to Gu." The man nodded coldly, turned into a white rainbow, and shot into the cold mist.
Seeing this, the six foundation-building monks cast spells at the same time to collect the surrounding fire clouds.
There was a rolling wave in the cold mist, and a moment later there was a loud bang and a muffled grunt. Then the cold fog gradually receded, revealing the situation inside.
The man stood proudly, holding the unconscious young man in one hand and the snow crystal bead in the other.
With the opponent's cultivation greatly damaged, the man attacked with the cultivation level of Dan Formation, and as expected, he succeeded easily with one blow.
Seeing this, the Danjie woman also showed a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Keep an eye on him, this time it's not in vain."
The man waved his hand and threw the young man to one of his subordinates, giving instructions. Then he turned his eyes and looked at Yan Yun and others who had been watching the battle, with a look of contemplation on their faces. (End of chapter)