Chapter 296 Yu Huan Yu Wei
"Actually, it doesn't have any special meaning. Although Yan doesn't know what kind of relationship there is between the two of you and what kind of plot you have, he is too lazy to delve into it."
"It's just that Yan has a fierce battle with the monks from Xiaoji Palace, but you are hiding evil intentions behind your back. This alone is enough to make Yan kill him."
"Furthermore, what Yan hates the most in his life is being used by others. What's more, the fact that Yan possesses a magical treasure will never let the second person know about it, so it's better for the two of you to disappear in the human world as soon as possible. ”
Yan Yun said in a calm tone, then closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the two of them, but began to silently cast spells, and low-pitched spells continued to come from his mouth.
The gray-robed monk and the old woman were both shocked and instantly noticed the violent surge of spiritual energy around them, so they hurriedly looked around to check the situation.
Within tens of feet of their sight, golden light flickered, and then, golden threads as fine as hair appeared strangely in front of everyone's eyes. These threads kept flickering and jumping, seemingly chaotic, but they all moved in the same direction. The whole process was silent, without any sound, making it appear extremely mysterious.
"This is the sword formation!" When she saw Yan Yun suddenly turning his back and taking action, the old woman quickly glanced around and then couldn't help shouting.
The gray-robed monk's heart tightened. Although he was shocked and confused that Yan Yun could defeat Master Hanli, he still tried hard to suppress his inner emotions and said loudly to the sky:
"Brother Yan, please do not misunderstand. I have no ill intentions with this fellow Taoist. At this moment, outside the Xuling Palace, there are probably many monks from the Xiaoji Palace waiting. If Master Hanli fails to leave this place, then Yan I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to escape smoothly. Therefore, we should work together to fight against the enemy. As for the Tongtian Lingbao, we can make a blood oath and promise to keep it secret."
"No need, I only believe that the dead will not reveal secrets!" Yan Yun heard the monk's words and responded with a sneer.
"Brother Mojiu, there is no need to say anything more. Take a look at the items behind this man. He has such a strong support, how can he take us seriously?" The old woman flipped her palm, and the yellow gun The crutch appeared in her hand, she looked at the monk and said coldly.
When the monk heard this, he was stunned for a moment. Then he looked carefully and discovered that Yu Huan had been covered by Yan Yun before, as well as five humanoid skeletons standing more than ten feet away behind him. His face suddenly became a little ugly.
"What are those? Who is that person?" The monk was surprised.
"Those skeletons seem to be the legendary Five Sons of One Heart Demon, and I don't know the identity of the other one. Perhaps it was because of these items that he was able to unexpectedly seriously injure Master Hanli. The fellow Taoist did not mention that if These five demons are really the five demons of the fallen Qian Lao Mo, so even if we join forces, we may not be able to fight against them.”
"The only way is to end the battle as soon as possible and eliminate Xiaozi Yan first. In this way, these items will not pose a threat to us. But for now, it is better for us to try to crack the sword formation first. If it is really impossible to deal with it, then I had no choice but to use the magic weapon originally planned to deal with Master Hanli to deal with this person."
The old woman moved her lips slightly and whispered to the monk.
"It seems that this is the only way to do it. However, this monk is not practicing ice-based techniques, so the effectiveness of the treasure may be greatly reduced."
The monk let out a long sigh and also used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with others.
"This situation is really unavoidable. Fortunately, the opponent is not a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Although the opponent cannot be completely eliminated, it should not be a problem to inflict heavy damage on him. We did miscalculate this time and learned that this young man named Yan Yun His strength is extraordinary, far superior to that of later monks, but he never expected him to be so difficult to deal with.”
"The original plan was to use his power to consume most of Master Hanli's strength, and then we would seal his throat with a sword and win the victory. However, he actually directly defeated Master Hanli and was unscathed. If we had known this, we would have You shouldn’t get involved in this dispute.”
The old woman said angrily.
"Now that what has happened, Fellow Taoist Dragon no longer needs to blame himself. Although we used that treasure, in exchange for a Tongtian Spiritual Treasure and the Five Sons of Concentric Demons, overall we still made a profit." Seeing that the monk could not persuade Yan Yun He stopped, but the surrounding golden threads were gradually approaching, and his face became gloomy. At the same time, he suddenly exuded a cold aura, which was in sharp contrast to the kind face before, and he was like two completely different people.
Hearing the monk's words, the old woman just snorted coldly, and then the crutch in her hand was thrown upwards. In the flash of yellow light, it transformed into a yellow monster that looked like a horse but not a horse, with fangs in its mouth.
The old woman cast a spell to activate the monster. After spinning at low altitude for a moment, it suddenly opened its mouth, and countless rays of yellow light spewed out from it, sweeping in a certain direction.
These lights turned out to be thousands of palm-sized yellow flying swords, each one shining with dazzling light and appearing extremely sharp.
The monk clasped his hands together, and when he separated them again, a huge silver wheel appeared in each hand. He waved the wheels into the air, and the two wheels quickly expanded in size, turning into two silver balls the size of wheels, and then rolled menacingly in the same direction.
Yan Yun had reopened his eyes at this time, looking down at the actions of the two monks below, with no trace of emotion on his face.
When he saw those yellow flying swords and two groups of silver balls rushing into the golden wire one after another, and then being cut into pieces by the sword wire in an instant, and falling to the ground, his eyes were still as calm as before.
"What kind of sword formation is this, and why is it so powerful?"
The old woman and the monk couldn't help but gasp when they witnessed this scene. They looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.
Of course, these two monks would not give up just because of one try, so the old woman raised a hand, and a square light blue brick-shaped ancient treasure immediately appeared in her hand. As the spell sounded, she did not hesitate to It's released.
The volume of this brick suddenly increased dramatically, turning into a behemoth the size of a pavilion, and then it violently hit the distance with a dazzling blue light.
The same scene happened again.
In the void, dense golden threads flashed past, and the treasure was instantly cut into countless pieces, like brilliant fireworks, disappearing without a trace in a distant place.
"This is impossible. This blue gold brick is made of refined blue gold. It is extremely tough. How could it be destroyed so easily?"
The old woman finally couldn't hold back the shock in her heart and shouted loudly.
The monk in gray robes frowned and suddenly let out a low growl. He pointed at the seemingly inconspicuous rat spirit beast.
Suddenly, gray light flashed all over the body of this mysterious creature, and its abdomen expanded rapidly at an incredible speed.
In an instant, the abdomen that was originally covered with soft hair had expanded to more than several times its original size. Then, with a slight "bang" sound, the creature opened its sharp mouth.
In an instant, a gray sound wave visible to the naked eye spurted out from the creature's mouth like a tide. As soon as it left the mouth, it made a buzzing sound like a stormy sea, and swept straight towards the golden threads.
The monk was quick-thinking and saw that the visible treasure could not break the sword array in front of him. He immediately used invisible power to launch a fierce attack on the sword array.
As soon as the gray sound waves rushed into the golden wires, the golden wires trembled slightly, and then they all turned into a giant sword light that was more than ten feet long in the dazzling golden light. They all struck at the wave with lightning speed, cutting the gray wave into pieces, and finally dissipated.
Immediately afterwards, these golden sword lights flashed past, turned back into golden threads, and continued to surround the two people in the center, as if the previous changes had never happened, giving people a deep feeling. An unpredictable, daunting feeling.
At this moment, the gray-robed monk's face suddenly turned gloomy, looking extremely gloomy. The sword formation in front of him was far more profound than their initial predictions and assumptions.
Yan Yun glanced at the two people below. Although their facial expressions had changed dramatically, they never showed any real shock or panic. It was obvious that they were thinking of countermeasures. Yan Yun's eyes flickered and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, as if he noticed something.
At this time, the old woman and another companion took out several precious magic weapons again, trying to resist further attacks by the sword thread.
Yan Yun's eyes lit up, and Yu Huan, who had been standing silently behind him, suddenly emitted a faint aura, and then disappeared without a trace.
Soon after, the golden threads surrounding the sword formation were only about twenty feet away from the two monks in the center.
Faced with such a predicament, the old woman and the gray-robed monk even decided to use a lot of magic power, even at the expense of destroying the ancient treasures they sacrificed, to fight against the threat of Sword Silk.
Although their efforts temporarily stopped those golden threads, they still could not stop them from continuing to approach the center.
"This sword formation is too weird, and it may be difficult to crack it with just ordinary magic weapons. That mysterious item must be used as soon as possible. Only its powerful power can destroy this sword formation!"
The old woman looked at the golden thread that was gradually approaching, and finally a look of fear appeared on her face. She turned her head and said eagerly to the gray-robed monk.
"Of course we can break the sword array by using that item, but how should we deal with Yan Yun next?" The gray-robed monk seemed a little hesitant.
"We can't care about so much now. As long as we can break the sword formation, we still have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, we will definitely die when the sword formation is completely closed. Even leaving this thing behind is meaningless."
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The old woman answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, the gray-robed monk's facial muscles twitched slightly. He looked around and found that the golden thread shrank several feet toward the center in a short period of time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded with difficulty.
Then, he reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist, and a strange object immediately appeared in his hand.
It was a fiery red ball with a diameter about the size of a fist, and its entire body was so red that it was impossible to see what secrets were hidden inside.
However, on the surface of this ball, there is a forbidden talisman intertwined with gold and silver. The gray-robed monk held the ball carefully, with a very serious look on his face, as if he was performing a major ceremony.
"Friend Mojiu, please take action immediately! If this object releases energy at too close a distance, we may also be affected."
The old woman looked at the golden thread of the sword array which was only ten feet away from them, and shouted in a sharp voice.
The gray-robed monk sighed and raised his right hand to tear off the talisman on the red ball, as if he was about to activate this mysterious item.
However, at this critical moment, a faint silver light suddenly flashed behind him, and a figure quietly appeared from the void. His movements were as light as a ghost, so that the gray-robed monk did not notice anything unusual.
The old woman standing opposite the gray-robed monk captured this scene keenly. She immediately let out an exclamation, her face full of surprise and fear.
"Pay attention, donor, there is something strange behind you!"
The old woman warned him with her loud and stern voice, and at the same time slowly raised her sleeves. A yellow light instantly flew out of the sleeves and went straight to the blurry figure.
The monk in gray robes suddenly became alert after hearing the old woman's warning. Without thinking too much, he immediately adjusted his body posture and prepared to flee the scene quickly.
At the same time, the fiery red ball in his hand was subconsciously withdrawn into his sleeve.
However, his reaction was still slightly hesitant.
At this moment, a graceful female cultivator appeared behind him. This was naturally Yu Huan, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
I saw it move, one hand inserted directly into the back of the gray-robed monk, and the other hand tightly grasped the fiery red ball.
This series of movements was like a gust of wind and rain, extremely fast and violent.
The monk let out a dull groan and his body shook a few times involuntarily.
Although Yu Huan's silver palm easily penetrated his body-protecting aura, the moment it touched the monk's back, a strange bird with black feathers appeared from his back.
Although Yu Huan's palm released a strong silver light, it was still easy to cut the strange bird's shadow, but this made its movements slightly stagnant for a moment, giving the monk a chance to escape the fatal attack.
In the end, Yu Huan's palm only left a deep wound on the monk's shoulder, and blood flowed profusely.
The other palm that was holding the fiery red ball was about to successfully seize the treasure when the ball suddenly broke away from the monk's hand and flew towards the old woman on the other side.
The old woman sprayed out yellow light and arrived in front of the humanoid puppet, and there was a gleaming yellow thin needle.
(End of chapter)