"Buzz", Yu Huan's eyes were flashing with purple light, and he did not avoid the oncoming yellow needle.
However, his right hand that was originally holding the red ball trembled violently, followed by a crisp "bang" sound.
This arm seemed to have lost control and left his body in an instant, chasing the ball in front of him at extremely fast speeds and grabbing it.
Then, the arm rotated in the air and quickly returned to its original position.
At the same time, the thin yellow needle hit Yu Huan's head almost simultaneously, making a low explosion sound and followed by a flash of yellow light.
"Oops!"
"Ah..."
Two monks, a monk and an old woman, respectively made two completely opposite sounds of surprise and joy.
This was not because the two people had different thoughts, but because the monk saw the fiery red ball being taken away by others, so he was naturally shocked and angry.
The old woman in the distance saw that her natal magic weapon, which she had practiced for hundreds of years, directly hit the opponent's vital part, and the opponent seemed to be defenseless, so her heart was filled with joy.
Yu Huan's body took a few steps back before he managed to stabilize. He stood up straight again and stared at the old woman coldly. At his temple, a small hole the size of a thumb was clearly visible, but soon, the small hole shone with silver light and gradually returned to its original state without even leaving any trace.
This scene made the old woman dumbfounded, but she immediately realized what had happened, and suddenly let out a sharp cry:
"Huangmeizhen, what did you do to my Huangmeizhen?"
Yu Huan raised a hand numbly. In his palm, the thin yellow needle was jumping continuously, trying to break free, but it was tightly surrounded by a dazzling silver light and could not escape.
When the old woman saw this scene, her face suddenly turned extremely pale, and her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
But at this moment, Yu Huan suddenly rubbed his hands together, and the silver light bloomed in his palms. The thin yellow needle instantly became dim and dull, losing all its spirituality.
Suffering from this stimulation, the old woman was in a trance and couldn't help shouting loudly. Several mouthfuls of semen and blood spurted out from her mouth. It was obvious that she had suffered serious internal injuries.
The monk in gray robes looked livid, ignoring the wounds on his back. He suddenly waved his hands, and countless fist-sized silver light groups emerged from his hands, with a vague sound of wind and thunder, which was shocking.
However, when Yan Yun saw this scene, he sneered and his consciousness moved.
Yu Huan then numbly made a hand gesture, and his whole body emitted a strong silver light. The light shrank again, and he mysteriously disappeared without a trace.
These silver light groups hit the void one after another, failing to produce any effect.
The monk and the old woman looked at each other, and they could see deep despair in each other's eyes.
At this moment, the surrounding golden threads were only seven or eight feet away from them. Even if they had extraordinary abilities, they were now in a desperate situation and could not escape.
Yan Yun was suspended high in the sky, with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently.
The Dageng Sword Formation finally completely merged into one, and countless golden threads finally converged into a huge golden ball of light.
Inside the light ball, first there was a thunderous explosion, causing the entire light ball to shake violently. Then, the screams of the old woman and the monk rang out one after another.
Through his spiritual vision, Yan Yun could clearly see that the bodies of the two mid-stage Yuanying monks were cut into pieces by countless sharp blades in a short period of time.
Although the Nascent Soul hidden in the body persisted for a moment, under the continuous slashing of so many golden threads, it eventually turned into little green light and disappeared from this world without a trace.
None of the storage bags and the many treasures they controlled were spared. They were all destroyed by the huge power of the sword array.
Only two groups of weak extremely cold flames, one in yellow and one in green, were left, quietly suspended in the air.
Yan Yun sighed softly, the expression on his face was slightly soothing, but it revealed a hint of loneliness and loneliness that was difficult to conceal.
He was silent for a moment, and suddenly a silver light flashed around him. Yu Huan appeared quietly and stretched a hand forward. The fiery red ball that he had captured earlier appeared in front of Yan Yan. Within the sight of Yun.
Yan Yun silently stretched out his hands to take the ball and began to carefully observe its structure.
On the surface, this ball appears to be translucent, with a dazzling red flame billowing faintly inside. After careful observation, it turns out that it is a miniature firebird dancing in it, which is lifelike and amazing. Incessantly.
This firebird is surrounded by various colorful runes. After careful observation of each rune.
They turned out to be ancient characters that were half-understood. Although Yan Yun had a deep understanding of ancient characters, he still could not identify the approximate source of these characters.
It's like a brand new ancient writing!
Yan Yun looked at it for a long time and frowned slightly.
Since these two people took out this item when life and death were at stake, it must be an extremely important treasure that they regard as their final trump card.
However, although this sphere seems mysterious, it seems to contain a large amount of fire-attribute spiritual power inside. But if he could break through his Great Geng Sword Formation with just this bit of spiritual power, it would be a fantasy.
Therefore, the real power of this thing probably lies mainly in those runes. Unfortunately, he could not identify any of these ancient characters, and naturally he could not understand their meaning.
Now is not the time for him to study this object in depth. Yan Yun thought for a moment, took out several forbidden talismans from the storage bag, and attached them to the ball.
Then he took out a wooden box that looked like metal but was actually non-metal, and carefully put the ball into it. for future research.
At this time, Yan Yun raised his head and looked in the direction of the unicorn phantom, only to see that in this short period of time, the size of the phantom had shrunk by almost half.
The fire crow floating and swimming in its body seemed to be full of energy, and its size even increased by about one-third.
Seeing this scene, Yan Yun touched his chin, with a thoughtful expression in his eyes. He decided not to take back the true fire for the time being, but first formed a seal with his hands and recited a mantra.
In an instant, hundreds of golden rays of light emerged from the void below. After shaking for a few times, most of the rays of light dissipated, leaving only thirty-six small golden swords.
Yan Yun waved his sleeves indifferently, and the small swords immediately turned into golden rainbows and merged into his wide sleeves. Then his eyes turned and landed on the two cold flames in the distance.
The two groups of cold flames were motionless below, flickering with a faint light. At first glance, they seemed inconspicuous.
Yan Yun did not take immediate action against the two groups of cold flames in his hands. Instead, he turned his head slightly to the side and fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes glanced at the Five Son Demons behind him, and then turned to the two groups of cold flames below, as if he had instantly understood some important information, and he couldn't help laughing loudly. .
His laughter echoed throughout the cave like thunder.
"It's really great! This adventure trip has been very fruitful!" Yan Yun's laughter gradually stopped and he whispered to himself.
He waved his hands gently toward the void below, and two groups of cold flames were pulled up by an invisible force, and arrived in front of him in an instant.
Along with the thunderous sound, Yan Yun released countless golden arcs as thin as gossamers, binding the two groups of cold flames into small golden balls, and carefully stored them in a mysterious ice box.
After completing this series of actions, Yan Yun waved his sleeves again, took out the black jade bottle, and silently recited a spell in his mouth, trying to re-seal the Five Sons of Concentric Demon in the jade bottle.
The Five Demons seemed to be aware of Yan Yun's intentions and seemed a little hesitant, as if they were unwilling to return to the jade bottle again.
Yan Yun's face darkened, and he uttered a stern cry. He stretched out his finger and tapped it gently. The silver ring on the Wuzi Demon immediately trembled and emitted a green aura.
The Five Demons had been severely injured by these rings many times. When they saw this situation, they immediately did not dare to disobey Yan Yun's instructions. They all let out wailing sounds and quickly transformed into five gray-white auras and got into the jade bottle. .
Yan Yun nodded with satisfaction, put the vial into his sleeve, and kept it carefully.
As for Yu Huan next to him, Yan Yun did not want to take it back. Instead, he took out an emerald green high-level spiritual stone from his storage bag and gently tapped it on the puppet to replace the spiritual stone that was about to be exhausted in his body. out.
When the puppet is not fighting with all its strength, its consumption of spiritual stones can be said to be minimal.
He moved his steps, and his body landed as light as a feather among the surrounding rocks. He stood in front of a large stone that exposed part of the ten-thousand-year-old jade particles.
The surface of this huge stone is covered with pure white soil and shines with a faint white light.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows, slid one hand on the storage bag, and a long, thin-necked bottle appeared in his palm.
He gently pointed at the bottle, and the cap flew off automatically. Then it tilted slightly, and a strong jet-black liquid poured out, releasing bursts of pungent gray mist, which was almost exactly the same as the Yinling Water that Bai Mengxin had used.
These liquids are exactly the "sunken water" that Yan Yun brought back after accidentally breaking into the ghostly and foggy land.
At that time, he thought the water was quite strange, so he collected a lot of it in various containers.
Later, in his spare time, he studied this specifically.
However, he only found that although the water was viscous and cold, except that it could temporarily add some yin fire to the magic weapon, he found no other special effects, so he kept it in the storage bag.
It wasn't until he went deep into the Xuan Yu Cave and witnessed Bai Mengxin's process of obtaining the Ten Thousand Years Xuan Jade that he suddenly realized that these so-called "Yin Ling Shui" were actually exactly the same as these "Sinking Waters".
Although he did not rush to use his spiritual thoughts to confirm the real difference between the two in front of Master Hanli and others, he was already excited in his heart, and he was more than half confident that the two substances were most likely to be of the same type.
After all, the name "Sinking Water" was just given by the monk who mistakenly entered the land of darkness. Moreover, both are cold liquids, and they are so similar in appearance.
Now that Yan Yun was alone in the mysterious Xuan Yu Cave, he naturally tried to challenge this problem unwilling to be outdone.
Yan Yun gently pointed his finger at the strange black liquid. Then, the whole black liquid moved slightly and slowly rose to the top of the stone. Then, it shook, as if a drop of crystal clear liquid was spilled, and it instantly blended into the white light below.
Sure enough, everything was exactly the same as when Bai Mengxin obtained the Xuan Jade. The black liquid flashed across the surface of the Xuan Jade and quickly blended into it, while covering the Xuan Jade with a light gray mist.
Yan Yun was overjoyed. With a flick of his finger, a green ball of light the size of a mung bean shot out and hit Xuan Yu accurately.
A slight "bang" sound was heard, Xuan Yu shook slightly, and then automatically fell off the stone, and was easily sucked into Yan Yun's hand.
He concentrated on observing the mysterious jade in his hand, and then looked around at the veins of white light shining throughout the cave. A satisfied smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
Although it is obviously unrealistic to fill the entire cave with the amount of "sunken water" he carries, there is no doubt that he can take away most of all the exposed mysterious jade.
With this thought in his mind, Yan Yun quickly smacked the storage bag again, and a flask with a similar shape immediately appeared in his hand, and he threw it to his companion Yu Huan.
The puppet silently took the jade bottle, then trembled slightly, and instantly moved to another corner of the cave. Holding the bottle filled with "sunken water" in one hand, and holding the storage bag tightly in the other, he started busy Collect mysterious jade from the ground.
The same was true for Yan Yun. The two of them had their own things to do and started this endless collecting journey together.
As time went by, after a few hours, the mysterious jade cold air that originally permeated the entire cave gradually dissipated, and the white light spots that were originally scattered throughout the cave were now in pieces, reduced by more than two-thirds.
When Yan Yun dropped the last drop of "sinking water" on a certain piece of mysterious jade and successfully put it into the storage bag, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. However, when he looked around, there was a look of regret on his face.
If he had known that these "submerged water" had such miraculous effects, he would definitely have brought more Yin Spirit Water.
However, even so, the amount of ten thousand year mysterious jade he has collected is really jaw-dropping. He carefully selected various sizes of ten-thousand-year-old mysterious jade, totaling over a thousand pieces. Unfortunately, some larger Xuanyu only require a drop of Yin Spirit Water. Otherwise, the amount he can obtain will be far more than this. (End of chapter)