Chapter 210 Lin Yinping: Master!
Looking at the scene in front of her, Lin Yinping couldn't help but turn pale with fear.
You must know that this is the sacred weapon of the clan. If it is taken away by others, how can you explain it to the clan?
It's a pity that no matter how he tried to use the magic formula to recall the giant cauldron, it was all to no avail.
The giant cauldron was instantly absorbed into the Xutian Cauldron. No matter how Lin Yinping urged it, he could not control it at all.
But a scene appeared that made Lin Yinping even more angry.
Yan Yun threw the Xutian Cauldron with one hand, and after a quick turn, the mouth of the cauldron was pointed at the white mist, with a faint glow flashing.
There was a roar of a terrifying beast in the white mist, and a black shadow shot out from the mist and fled high into the sky.
It is the Tianlan Holy Beast with the head of an ox and the body of a dragon.
But a brilliant blue cloud spurted out from the cauldron, catching up with the Tianlan Beast at an incredible speed, and instantly swept it up and wrapped it inside.
The Tianlan beast roared desperately and struggled, but Lanxia seemed to be its nemesis, and it had no effect at all. Instead, after circling, the beast in the glow shrank sharply, and was carried directly into the cauldron.
The lid of the cauldron circled and fell back from the air, then closed the mouth of the cauldron again, locking Tianlan Beast in the cauldron.
"Finally got it."
A hint of joy flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he looked at the Xutian Cauldron in mid-air, with a smile on his lips.
The Holy Beast Tianlan masters the art of replenishing the five spiritual roots, and also knows the silver tadpole script of the spiritual world.
In the future, to obtain the Golden Que Jade Book, we will need to use the help of the Tianlan Holy Beast.
However, this Tianlan Holy Beast is not a peaceful guy. In the original work, it fell into the hands of Han Li, but his identity was concealed.
The true identity of the Tianlan Holy Beast is the clone of the Cave Sky Rat King in the spirit world. However, because the Cave Sky Rat King foresaw that a great disaster was coming in the spirit world, he sent his own clone, the Tianlan Holy Beast, to the lower realm just to be on the safe side. .
In this way, even if his body dies, his clone will still exist, preventing him from truly dying.
It's just that the Cave Sky Rat King didn't expect that his clone would be taken down by Han Li before he could awaken his spiritual intelligence not long after he entered the lower realm.
He even secretly taught the six-winged frost centipede a spiritual-reverse true yin technique.
This is why the six-winged frost centipede grows so fast.
But now that Yan Yun knows everything, he will naturally not be deceived by the Tianlan Holy Beast again. He will only wait for him to awaken his spiritual wisdom and take down this skill.
You must know that there are so many spiritual beasts in your hands, but they are really suitable for practicing this technique. Maybe you can become a being that can rival the true spirit in the future.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Yinping turned pale.
These changes happened extremely fast, all in the blink of an eye. The Holy Cauldron that was originally his own was now taken away by Yan Yun.
He stared at the Xutian Cauldron in mid-air and said angrily: "What the hell is this."
But Lin Yinping was an abrupt saint after all, so the panic in her heart was fleeting, and she quickly stared at the Xutian Cauldron.
He naturally knew that the reasons for all these changes were caused by this object similar to the Holy Cauldron.
As long as this cauldron is captured, the holy cauldron and the holy beast will return.
Just when this thought came up in his heart, he suddenly saw Yan Yun rising into the wind.
The densely packed purple thunder wood swords behind it suddenly flew into the air.
"Saint, let's see what I can do."
As Yan Yun finished speaking, the purple thunder spirit wood swords turned into a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Eighteen thousand purple thunder spirit wood swords cut through the void and flew out in the air.
The dense purple thunder wood swords completely obscured the air around the two of them.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a ball of light.
"This..."
Feeling the surging sword energy, Lin Yinping couldn't help but froze on the spot.
Reason told her that as long as she moved even a little bit, all she would be left with would be thousands of arrows piercing her heart.
Lin Yinping swallowed. This kind of pressure was something Lin Yinping had never felt before.
Even if he faced the late Nascent Soul monks, he would never feel such oppression.
It seems that only the legendary monks in the transformation stage can have such powerful means.
Could it be that this person is not a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but a monk in the rumored stage of transformation into gods.
Lin Yinping didn't believe that a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul would be so powerful.
"You are not a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul."
Lin Yinping's face turned pale, she looked a little broken, and she couldn't help but shake her head.
Looking at the shaken Lin Yinping, Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, now is the time.
With this in mind, Yan Yun's figure swayed and turned into a shadow, appearing in front of Lin Yinping out of thin air.
With a gentle tap of his right hand, he touched the center of Lin Yinping's eyebrows.
A red-gold jade sword brand quickly disappeared into Lin Yinping's eyebrows.
"Uh-huh!"
Hearing a moan, Lin Yinping frowned slightly and opened her mouth, looking a little in pain.
It is very difficult to leave such a tough mark on his eyebrows.
If Yan Yun had not practiced the Dayan Jue, and his spiritual consciousness was as strong as a monk in the Transformation Stage, he would not have been able to achieve this step.
Lin Yinping's movements were naturally not hidden from the two great immortal masters.
When the two saw this, their expressions couldn't help but change.
The purple-haired beautiful woman and the young man named Xu looked at each other and secretly said something bad.
The young man named Xu patted the storage bag on his waist, and a silver talisman flew out of the storage bag.
"Tick tock!"
The young man named Xu bit his index finger, and a drop of bright red blood fell on the silver talisman.
"Boom!"
As a piercing roar sounded, a dazzling silver light enveloped the two of them at this moment.
The two of them flashed away, quickly dodging the encirclement of more than two hundred purple thunder wood swords in mid-air, and approached Lin Yinping.
"This is it!"
But as the two of them got closer, they were shocked when they saw the densely packed 18,000 purple thunder spirit wood swords.
Two hundred purple thunder spirit wood swords were enough for the two of them to cope with.
Looking at the more than 10,000 purple thunder spirit wood swords, the two of them froze on the spot, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Could this person be a monk in the transformation stage?"
The monk surnamed Xu opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"So what do we do now?"
The beautiful purple-haired woman bit her red lips, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes: "The saint is still inside."
The young man surnamed Xu gave a wry smile: "This person is a man of spiritual cultivation, there is no way we can deal with him."
At this point, the two looked at each other, and finally turned into two streams of light and disappeared.
After all, if you can cultivate to the level of a great immortal master, you will naturally know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
The strength shown by Yan Yun was far beyond what the two of them could handle, so the plan for now was to escape early to avoid meaningless casualties.
Lin Yinping, who was holding the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword, looked at the two great immortal masters escaping into the distance, his expression condensed.
A line of clear tears fell from his cheeks.
At the same time, a red-gold jade sword loomed between Lin Yinping's eyebrows at this moment.
"Uh-huh!"
As Lin Yinping let out a sweet cry, she knelt on the ground, then slowly raised her pretty face and looked at Yan Yun with her beautiful eyes. "You..."
His eyes were full of struggle.
"Crackling"
As the harsh thunder sounded, a pale golden arc of electricity pulsed between Lin Yinping's brows.
Lin Yinping groaned in pain and looked at Yan Yun with even more fear.
"What did you call me?"
Yan Yun looked down at Lin Yinping, who was lying on the ground, and spoke indifferently.
"Master...Master."
Although these two words were very shameful, Lin Yinping could only say them out of fear of Yan Yun's power.
Listening to Lin Yinping's words, Yan Yun nodded with satisfaction, and then slowly raised his right hand.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
With a harsh buzzing sound, the red-gold Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Swords cut through the air and quickly disappeared into the Wind and Thunder Wings.
More than 18,000 purple thunder wood swords act as "wooden feathers" at this moment
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time, let me go!"
Yan Yun's body shook, and the wind and thunder wings emitting turbulent spiritual light disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared before.
Yu Huan Shanshan arrived late, red light surged around her body, and she instantly escaped behind Yan Yun.
"You are really awesome, you actually have such a treasure."
Seeing Yan Yun using the Xutian Cauldron and the more than 10,000 Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Swords, God Lord Dayan's exclamation came from the soul-nurturing wooden beads on his wrists.
Even though God Lord Dayan is extremely talented, he is not like Yan Yun.
With a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation level, one can easily defeat a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Listening to the exclamation of God Lord Dayan in his ears, Yan Yun smiled lightly and ignored it, but used the wind chariot.
The yellow sand rolled on it, making a buzzing sound.
At this time, Lin Yinping had a complicated expression on her face. She looked at Yan Yun's back, bit her red lips, hesitated for a moment, and then jumped lightly and landed steadily on the windmill.
Great Jin Liaozhou.
Among the 108 states in the Jin Dynasty, it is a large state that can be ranked in the top ten in terms of area. However, unfortunately, most of the area is in a cold place and is covered with snow all year round, so the population is sparse.
The level of wealth ranks only in the middle or lower among all states and counties.
As for the Shunjiang River in Liaozhou, it is the second largest structure and one of the few rivers that does not freeze during the flood season.
Therefore, every year at this time, whether they are merchants selling goods or passers-by who are in a hurry, they will go down the river, which is much more convenient than riding horses and cars.
As a result, there are naturally many desperadoes who choose to take risks and rob passing ships at the risk of beheading their heads and destroying their families.
Therefore, some large ships must hire some bodyguards who know martial arts to guard the ship.
Wang Tiejiang was just such an ordinary escort guarding the ship. At this time, he was standing firmly on the bedside of the ship, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked at the passing ships expressionlessly, appearing to be extremely cautious.
At this time, a small wooden boat floated slowly from a distance.
On the wooden bed, a young man in white was sitting cross-legged, and behind him was a graceful girl in a silver dress.
The two of them looked handsome and delicate, as if they were other than mortals.
Looking at such a strange scene, Wang Tiequiang's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly pointed the iron gun at the two of them and yelled: "Get back quickly!"
Yan Yun raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the escort on the ship. Before he could speak, Lin Yinping beside him opened his mouth slightly: "Noisy."
Although Lin Yinping's words were very soft, they were like thunder and deafening in Wang Tiegiang's ears.
His body was stiff and froze in place, as if he was sluggish and did not dare to move.
"Tap! Tread! Tread!"
At this moment, a series of footsteps came from the distance.
I saw a maid in a white shirt running over and saluting Yan Yun in the river: "Young Master, my lady has invited you."
Lin Yinping raised her eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but look sideways at Yan Yun.
With his spiritual consciousness, he naturally detected that there was only a girl at the third level of Qi training in the ship.
From the perspective of Lin Yinping, who had reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, such a little guy would naturally be ignored.
Yan Yun put his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.
His body swayed and he turned into a shadow and landed on the boat.
Lin Yinping raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw this, but since Yan Yun didn't say anything, she naturally couldn't say anything.
He jumped lightly and landed behind Yan Yun, silently.
Yan Yun glanced at Wang Iron Spear lightly, and the powerful pressure that was as heavy as a ten thousand gun suddenly disappeared.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Wang Tiejian was breathing heavily, his eyes full of fear.
He has never encountered such a being who can make him lose his desire to fight with just one word.
"She...who is she?"
Wang Tiejian looked at the extremely weak Lin Yinping, couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and didn't dare to get any closer.
"Please follow me, my second lady will be here soon."
The little maid was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with fair skin, a round face and big eyes, making her look particularly cute.
He led Yan and Yun to a side house and ran away.
The people on the boat were the family members of a county captain named Cao somewhere in Liaozhou. In addition to his first wife and two concubines, there were three young masters and young ladies.
The second young lady was born to her first wife. She had been frail and sickly since she was a child. She had been ogling women for a while and only returned home in recent years.
And he is also the only immortal cultivator in the entire ship.
However, his cultivation level is extremely low, only the third level of Qi training.
Soon a girl wearing a pink dress walked over.
As soon as the woman saw Yan Yun, she waved away the others, and then smiled at Yan Yun.
"Brother Yan is also a member of the Taoist sect! My younger sister, Cao Mengrong, is a disciple of the Xuanyu Taoist sect. I wonder which sect Brother Yan is a disciple of."
The woman said in an unusually polite manner that in her opinion, Yan Yun had neither the devilish aura of Buddha nor the aura of Confucian aura, so he could only be a member of the Taoist sect.
Xuanyu Dao is a small sect, so Yan Yun naturally doesn't know about it.
However, with Yan Yun's current cultivation level, in addition to the ten main sects and the ten demon sects, he does not need to care about other sects in the Jin Dynasty.
"I wonder if Miss Cao knows the Feng family?"
Yan Yun moved his lips slightly and asked.
If you want to know that the Feng family secret cave is of great significance to Yanyun, you naturally have to ask questions.
"This little girl has just entered the world of immortality, so she doesn't know yet."
Cao Mengrong's red lips moved slightly, and she said timidly: "But my master is a monk in the foundation-building stage. She is well-informed, and she must know it after thinking about it."
Yan Yun nodded slightly: "In that case, I will go with you."
Having said this, Yan Yun looked deeply at Cao Mengrong and continued: "In exchange, I will help you out once."
The so-called relief from the siege was a life and death disaster in Cao Mengrong's eyes, but in Yan Yun's eyes, all this was just a slapstick fight between monks in the Qi training period.
Just a little effort.
Lin Yinping frowned slightly and couldn't help but glance at Cao Mengrong.
(End of chapter)