The hatred of genocide made Confucian scholar Yan want to tear him into pieces alive.
"He has been destroyed by me."
Yan Yun glanced at the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan and said calmly: "Even if you are a mortal, you can still hurt him."
Hearing this, the Confucian scholar named Yan's eyes were as red as blood, and he jumped up and rushed towards the strong man of the Black Sun Sect.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and turned around slightly, letting the Confucian scholar named Yan continue to ravage the strong man of the Black Sun Sect.
Then there were bursts of shrill wails.
The whole time lasted for a full hour. As the wailing gradually disappeared, Yan Yun slowly turned around.
It's just that at this time, the strong man of Heiyang Sect had been tortured to a state of disgrace by the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan, and his life was lost.
"Plop"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan knelt on the ground and kowtowed in front of him to thank: "Thank you, senior, for avenging me."
Yan Yun waved his hand gently and said calmly: "We are just exchanging with each other."
"Hmm!"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan nodded vigorously and said: "My awe-inspiring spirit belongs to you now."
Looking at Yan Yun, a Confucian scholar surnamed Yan, with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was looking forward to death, he smiled lightly, waved his hand, and said calmly: "I am not a waste like him. I will take your aura of awe and do not need to kill you at all."
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While speaking, Yan Yun stepped forward slowly, placed his right hand in front of the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan, and said: "Cooperate!"
After listening to Yan Yun's words, Confucian scholar surnamed Yan nodded vigorously, and the awe-inspiring aura in his body enveloped his whole body.
Yan Yun pinched and dug with one hand, and a little bit of white awe-inspiring energy was absorbed into Yan Yun's body at this moment.
"Buzz!"
As the ear-piercing roar sounded, a powerful aura of awe could be seen surrounding Yan Yun's body in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the monk surnamed Yan, the awe-inspiring aura surging around his body suddenly stopped, as if it had never happened before.
In contrast, there was the awe-inspiring aura exuding from Yan Yun.
After Yan Yun felt it carefully, he could find that a pure white spiritual light appeared in his Dantian.
It is obviously completely condensed from Haoran's righteousness.
It's a bit like the Confucian golden elixir, which is very interesting.
Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked deeply at the monk named Yan, and said, "You can leave."
As Yan Yun finished speaking, Yan Yun's figure swayed, turned into a shadow, and disappeared instantly.
And when the monk surnamed Yan opened his eyes again, he found that Yan Yun had disappeared from where he was.
Yan Yun returned to the house and sat cross-legged, planning to use this time to improve his cultivation to the late Nascent Soul stage.
In a quiet and remote attic at the top of the mountain, an old Taoist nun with a cold expression and a beautiful middle-aged woman said something solemnly.
"It's almost time. For this planning, our royal family has been planning for more than four hundred years. After seven or eight generations of emperors' painstaking efforts, not even a trace of it has been leaked."
The Taoist nun looked solemn and said in a low voice:
"But if we fail and don't get those two treasures, it will immediately bring disaster to the entire royal family. Even though our Ye family has secretly hidden a lot of strength over the years, if we really collide with Buddhism, Taoism and other forces, I'm afraid it will still be Vulnerable.”
Speaking of this, a trace of anger flashed in the Taoist nun's eyes: "As for those rotten Confucian scholars, even though they keep defending the imperial power, if their interests are touched, I am afraid they will be the first to take action against our royal family."
"How could we not know what my aunt said. But this is also the best opportunity for our Ye family to completely get rid of the control of other forces."
The beautiful woman next to her sighed softly:
"I remember how the Seventh Uncle and the others fell!!! Seeing that the power of our royal family was slightly stronger, with several more Nascent Soul Stage monks, the major forces immediately joined forces to attack the uncle and the others overtly and covertly. .”
Speaking of this, a glimmer of light flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes: "As long as we can get those two magical treasures, we can naturally help our Ye family get out of trouble."
Listening to the beautiful woman's words, the Taoist nun couldn't help but snorted:
"Although there have long been rumors in the world of immortal cultivation that the power of the Tongtian Lingbao is incredible, I still don't believe that it can turn things around and allow us to be on an equal footing with several major forces."
Speaking of this, a trace of fear flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes and she continued:
"I'm afraid that it will be self-defeating and completely attract the prying eyes of several other forces. After all, even with the Tongtian Lingbao, there are still existences of that level behind those forces."
"Just one person walking out can destroy our Ye family."
"Existences in the divine transformation stage are basically invincible in our world. Even if Third Uncle and the others are holding the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, they will probably be able to barely protect themselves in the face of such old monsters."
Speaking of this, the beautiful woman quickly changed her voice and said: "But aunt doesn't need to pay too much attention to this matter. Our Ye family began to secretly investigate the existence and weaknesses of these old monsters a hundred years ago."
"After many aspects of analysis, we estimate that the life span of these incarnation monks is more than a thousand years longer than that of Nascent Soul monks."
"In the past two thousand years of the Great Jin Dynasty, there have been only a few monks who have advanced to the Divine Transformation Stage. In addition to those who have ascended to the spiritual world and those who have fallen, there are only two or three people left."
Speaking of this, the beautiful woman couldn't help but chuckle: "They will have to pay a big price to stay in the human world. Even if they take action, they can only compress their cultivation to the late Nascent Soul stage."
After hearing these things, the old Taoist nun did not show joy, but her face turned cold:
"Where did you know these things? Don't say that these are all your own inquiries. Could it be that you still have something to hide from us?"
Seeing that her aunt was angry, the beautiful woman quickly explained: "We never meant to deceive our aunt. We only learned about this recently."
……
Just as the Ye family was planning the Kunwu Palace, Yan Yun also reached the most critical moment in his cultivation.
The spiritual power in the body enveloped the whole body, and the power of wind and thunder continued to surge on the surface of the body at this moment, and the powerful aura seemed to destroy the world.
But with the existence of the formation light curtain, Yan Yun can stay here safely without being affected by the outside world.
As the last breath poured in, Yan Yun's cultivation level also successfully broke through at this moment.
Powerful spiritual power enveloped Yan Yun at this moment, and the late Nascent Soul's cultivation was fully revealed at this moment.
Yan Yun slowly opened his eyes, and an attribute bar visible to only one person appeared in front of him.
【Yanyun】
[Spiritual Roots: Wind, Thunder Spiritual Roots]
[Physique: Wind Spirit Body, Thunder Spirit Body]
[Cultivation: Late Nascent Soul]
[Skills: Fenglingjianxu (ninth level 1%) Dayan Jue (fourth level 55%) God Forging Technique (fourth level 2%) Haoran Zhengqi Song (fourth level)]
[Body refining techniques: Mingwang Jue (seventh level), Nine Yins absorb soul into the body (seventh level), Wind and Thunder Body Refining (seventh level 1%), Giant Demon Technique (Dacheng)]
[Spells: Shura Holy Fire (Dacheng), Binghuoyang Lei (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Condensation Sword Technique (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Escape (Dacheng), Breath Condensation Technique (Dacheng), Sword Qi into Silk (Dacheng), Shangling True Wind (Dacheng) ) Spiritual Art Transformation (Dacheng)]
[Supernatural power: Wind and Thunder True Body, Transparent Lingxi]
Looking at his attribute bar, Yan Yun raised his lips slightly: "Finally, I have broken through the Fenglei Sword Ruins to the ninth level."
Yan Yun stood up slowly, the power of wind and thunder seemed to destroy the world.
At this time, Yan Yun, even without using the Feng Lei True Body, was still able to compete with the cultivators in the Transformation Stage. If the real body of Feng Lei is used, the mere incarnation monk will only die.
At this moment, a bloody figure appeared beside Yan Yun out of thin air.
Yu Huan shook his right hand and handed over a bulging storage bag.
Seeing this, Yan Yun reached out to take the storage bag, his spiritual consciousness poured into it, and then he said lightly: "Shenjun, the materials for the Seven Flame Fan are almost ready, and now only the long feathers and red fire of the Haoyang Bird are left. The scales of the dragon.”
"With your current strength, you can go anywhere in the world."
Then I saw that Yan Yun, with his strength in the middle stage of Yuanying, could easily deal with those in the late stage of Yuanying.
Naturally, the Lord Shen doesn’t have to worry about Yan Yun’s safety.
Now that Yan Yun's cultivation has reached the late Nascent Soul stage, in the eyes of the God Lord, even if he is not invincible in the world, he is still one of the best. If he wants to save his life, no one in the world can hurt Yan Yun.
Listening to the words of God Lord Dayan, Yan Yun smiled softly, swayed, and disappeared into thin air.
……
Longzhou is a large state located at the junction of the central and western parts of Shanxi Province.
The state has high mountains and steep mountains, and there are many miasma poisonous snakes, so it is famous for being rich in various poisonous insects and spiritual beasts.
What is very different from other states and counties is that this huge state is only controlled by the famous Yueyang Palace and the Demonic Wood Sect among the ten major demon sects. The forces outside the state cannot interfere with the affairs of Longzhou. everything.
As for the remaining sects, they are all insignificant small sects and naturally cannot pose a threat to the two super sects.
Therefore, some small sects chose to join the two major sects to seek shelter.
Yueyang Palace is located in the Tianyue Mountains in Xichuan Prefecture. This mountain range is surrounded by endless barren mountains and wild ridges for more than 100,000 miles.
Yueyang Palace is located on a huge peak called Nantian Peak in the center of the mountain range, and tens of thousands of Yueyang Palace disciples are spread over the surrounding mountains, forming a fortress like an iron wall in the center of the Tianyue Mountain Range.
On this day, a young man wearing a white robe appeared at the foot of the Tianyue Mountains. Looking at this endless mountain range, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
There are two Haoyang birds in the Yueyang Palace, one large and one small. The larger one has reached level eight, while the smaller one has reached level seven.
In the original work, Han Li chose the seventh-level Haoyang Bird for safety, but with Yan Yun's current strength.
There is no difference between level seven and level eight monsters to Yan Yun.
The Seven Flame Fan made by the feathers of the eighth-level Haoyang Bird is more powerful. Naturally, Yan Yun will not settle for the second best and choose the seventh-level Haoyang Bird.
Two days later, Yan Yun appeared in another small valley.
This valley is covered by a large peach forest, which is pink and full of peach blossoms. It is a beautiful place.
Yan Yun's figure floated over the valley, observing everything in the valley, and then released his spiritual consciousness to scan the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. A look of satisfaction finally appeared on his face.
"Yes, this place is very remote, and there are no Yueyang Palace monks nearby. It's a good place for hunting."
Yan Yun murmured to himself a few times, and then the person turned into a blue-purple arc of light and landed in the center of the peach forest.
This place is the place where Haoyang Bird must pass.
As soon as it appears, Yan Yun will pluck its feathers with lightning speed.
……
Fang Chu is a mid-stage foundation-building monk in Yueyang Palace. There are only 800 or less monks of this level in the entire Yueyang Palace. Logically speaking, he should be an insignificant figure in the palace.
But the fact is exactly the opposite. Not to mention the young monks in the foundation building stage, even those uncles who are alchemy masters have to be polite when they see Fang Chu.
The reason for all this is due to his responsibility for taking care of the two Haoyang birds.
The reason why he was chosen was due to his innate ability to understand the language of birds.
Otherwise, how could the Haoyang Bird get his turn if it were so rare?
On this day, Fang Chu led his eighth-level Haoyang bird to fly out of the aviary early in the morning.
The Haoyang bird is not big, only about ten feet in size, but the feathers on its tail take up more than half of its length.
From a distance, it looks like a fiery red peacock, but how can a peacock have such fiery red feathers?
The Haoyang Bird seemed particularly excited as soon as it came out of Yueyang Palace, flapping its wings and flying into the distance.
But Fang Chu, who was in the foundation building stage, obviously couldn't keep up.
And in the blink of an eye, the two of them were already out of touch.
Fang Chu was accustomed to this. After all, Haoyang Bird's temperament was like this, and there was no way it could restrain him.
However, the Yueyang Mountains are controlled by the Yueyang Palace, and the Haoyang Bird has level eight strength. Fang Chu is not worried about the Haoyang Bird being harmed at all.
In a hidden valley tens of thousands of miles away, Yan Yun sat cross-legged, his consciousness shrouded in the mountains around him, and he would take action as soon as the Haoyang Bird approached.
As time passed, a red fireball suddenly flashed across the sky.
Yan Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then slowly raised his head.
I saw a Haoyang bird with red flames emanating from its body, flapping its wings and making a crisp bird call.
The flames surging around it are Haoyang True Fire, and even monsters of the same level cannot get close to it easily.
Yan Yun stared at the Haoyang Bird above, and his body swayed, turning into a phantom and disappearing out of thin air.
"Crackling"
Accompanied by a harsh thunder, dazzling thunder light surrounded the whole body at this moment.
"Boom!"
When Yan Yun's figure appeared again, he was already behind Haoyang Bird.
The flying Haoyang Bird suddenly noticed something strange behind it, and quickly opened its mouth, and a ball of blazing fire spit out from its mouth.
Yan Yun waved his sleeves and directly raised his right hand to hold the flame.
Using gentle force, he directly crushed the flames. Yan Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around again, and was already behind Haoyang Bird.
"Tear it"
With a strong pull, an orange-red Haoyang bird feather was held in Yan Yun's hand.
"Tick tock! Tick tock!"
Drops of bright red blood continued to trickle down from the Haoyang Bird's tail.
The Haoyang Bird was in pain and couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.
All the essence of the Haoyang Bird lies in its feathers. (End of chapter)