"What's going on? Could it be that my White Ailment Needle has become a decoration and can't even deal with a mere spiritual insect?"
The face of the cultivator who took the first action suddenly darkened, and he was obviously extremely angry. However, the practitioner wearing a cloak squinted his eyes seriously and said.
"This is really the case. Please allow me to investigate!"
The monk who released the slender steel needle treasure was suddenly shocked. He instantly cast his consciousness far away and searched carefully with all his strength.
However, just a moment later, his face hidden under the cloak showed an unusually solemn look. As expected, no trace of the golden spirit insect was found in that area.
This sudden surprise caused an inaudible whisper to escape from his mouth.
At the same time, another monk raised his hands without hesitation, and one of them used the magical power of the small green hammer to protect the body.
A person is surrounded by numerous white magic powers as thin as gossamers, and the two magic weapons immediately build a solid line of defense to protect their figures.
"I don't know which senior is hiding behind me, but I hope to show up to meet you! Don't hide in the dark like a ghost anymore!"
The monk who released the white mana suddenly shouted violently, scanning the surrounding environment with extremely sharp eyes, and an earth-shaking majestic aura suddenly erupted from his body.
The surroundings fell into silence, and no one figure was noticed in the darkness, as if there was no one in the desert.
The cultivator who shouted loudly suddenly became angry, and immediately let out a cold snort. He quickly formed the magic formula with both hands, preparing to use some kind of powerful magic to force the opponent out.
However, at this moment, a vague buzzing sound came from all directions, and the volume gradually increased, as if it was approaching everyone at an alarming speed.
In an instant, these practitioners' hearts tightened, and they all stared in the direction of the source of the sound with their eyes wide open.
After a moment, bits of bright golden light appeared in the darkness, and each ray of light was wrapped in a golden beetle.
The number continues to increase, becoming as dense as a swarm of bees, and actually surrounds everyone in the central area.
This situation made the masked practitioners panic.
Even the two leaders of the cultivators were secretly shocked.
Especially practitioners who have attacked similar spiritual insects in the past are well aware of the thorny aspects of such spiritual insects. Now that so many have appeared all at once, it is undoubtedly a difficult task to deal with them.
Therefore, the face hidden under the cloak became extremely gloomy in an instant, and his spiritual consciousness continued to explore the surroundings, trying to find the practitioner who controlled these spiritual insects.
However, no matter how many times he searched, the invisible traces of the other party could never be caught, and he could not detect any abnormalities at all.
This made him feel even heavier!
This means that the other party either has a special magic weapon or secret technique that can cover up their whereabouts, or their cultivation and magical power far exceed theirs. No matter what the situation is, it seems to indicate the upcoming difficulties!
"Since you have used spiritual insects to trap us, you should at least give us a reason. You still don't want to show up. Are you really the kind of person who hides?"
Another masked practitioner holding a jade hammer issued a stern scolding. At the same time, the treasure in front of him trembled slightly, and the green light flickered.
"Haha, it's not difficult to see me. I'll be there soon. Fellow Taoist Miaohe, Yan came here specially for you this time, how can he not meet you."
Suddenly a sneer came from the depths of the darkness, and then a man's calm voice sounded from all directions at the same time.
Listening to the tone, it seems as if this person is still in an extremely distant place.
"Your surname is Yan? May I ask your surname? When did Pindao become enmity with you?"
As soon as he heard the man's voice, the masked practitioner's body trembled slightly. He raised his right hand and tore open his cloak, revealing a seemingly young face dressed in Taoist attire. His face was full of doubts and surprises. .
It was the True Lord Miaohe who successfully seized the body!
The practitioner next to him waving white silk also took off his cloak. It turned out to be the old man in yellow robe who accompanied Miaohe during the day, but his face was gloomy and his eyes were fixed on the darkness in the distance.
As for the few practitioners behind him, they are naturally the disciples of these two Yuan Ying stage practitioners.
It's just puzzling why these people quietly left Biling Island in the middle of the night, and their behavior seemed extremely sneaky.
When hearing Miaohe's inquiry, only a burst of wild laughter from the mysterious man could be heard from all directions, and then it suddenly stopped, apparently with no intention of responding.
This made everyone present confused!
"Fellow Taoist Miaohe, is this person your enemy?" the old man in yellow robe asked with a frown.
After all, according to what the other party said, it seemed that he came here to seek revenge against True Lord Miaohe, which made him quite hesitant.
"It's really unknown. I really have no memory of the enemy named Yan."
Miaohe flicked the fly whisk in his hand and replied expressionlessly. However, there were many doubts in his heart, and he could not imagine that there was such an extraordinary opponent.
"No matter who this person is. Since he dares to visit directly, he must not be a kind person. Fellow Taoists need to be extremely vigilant." The old man in yellow robe seemed to be quite wary of the mysterious monk who had not yet shown his face. After a slight hesitation, reminded kindly.
"This matter should be obvious to Pindao, but this person's identity is undoubtedly a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. How can Pindao not have any impression of an enemy of this level? His surname is Yan..."
Master Miaohe muttered a few words in a low voice and remained silent for a long time.
However, during this brief period of thought, a sound of piercing the sky suddenly came from the dark night sky, and then a dazzling cyan light flew through the sky, flashed several times, and then poured directly into the army of insects.
At the end of the light, the storm suddenly subsided, revealing the figure of a young man in green clothes.
The man moved, looked at Miaohe and others easily, and smiled coldly:
"Tsk tsk, it's as expected. I've been waiting here for a long time, and you guys really plan to go to Biling Island. Are you going to voluntarily hand over all the spirit stones you have, or are you going to plunder it yourself?"
The young man's face was full of fearlessness, as if he didn't take Master Miaohe and the old man in yellow robes seriously, these two powerful men in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
But in the face of such a provocation, Miaohe and the old man in yellow robes couldn't help but have their consciousnesses flutter out. In an instant, their faces suddenly changed, and their eyes showed deep fear.
The two of them were unable to guess the true strength of their opponent. However, the strong sense of coercion that permeated the opponent's body made it certain that his cultivation level must be far higher than the two of them, and he was almost certainly a practitioner in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Coupled with the fact that the other party told the secret of their trip in an understatement, these two strong men in the early stage of Nascent Soul were extremely shocked.
"This fellow Taoist, I am Huang Kun from Lilong Island! What kind of high-level spirit stone you mentioned is? Have you listened to the deception of some people? You have misunderstood our intentions."
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Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the old man in yellow robe could only force himself to calm down, put a false smile on his face, and asked respectfully.
"Misunderstanding? Haha, I heard the conspiracy between you two with my own ears, how can it be false? It's just that you shouldn't provoke Miaohe, let alone let me happen to bump into it. Miaohe, do you still remember Yan? "The young man responded sarcastically at first, then turned his eyes and fell on Master Miaohe, his eyes filled with coldness.
He used the secret technique of dividing tens of thousands of people with his spiritual consciousness, and with the help of the power of gold-eating insects, he traced the traces of Miaohe and his party, followed closely by Yan Yun.
When the old man in yellow robe heard the other party's rude words, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened.
"You...you are Yan Yun, and you have successfully condensed the Nascent Soul."
When Yan Yun answered the old man in yellow robe, Master Miaohe suddenly realized, the past events of that year appeared in his mind, and he finally recognized Yan Yun's identity.
His face was full of shock and disbelief, as if everything happening in front of him was like a dream.
"Brother Miaohe, do you know this person? Where is he from?"
The yellow-robed old man was filled with shock and anger. Seeing that Miaohe seemed to have recognized Yanyun, he immediately asked with a gloomy expression.
Since the other party has shown hostility without reservation, a fierce fight is inevitable, and they cannot escape this dispute. It is naturally the best choice to understand the other party's background as much as possible.
Although the opponent is a mid-term monk, with the cooperation of the two early-stage monks, they may not be unable to compete with him.
At this moment, Yan Yun was suspended in mid-air, with his arms folded in front of his chest, staring coldly at the people below.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, this man is the lucky one who once had the honor of owning the Xutian Cauldron. I never expected that after not seeing him for a long time, he has successfully condensed the Nascent Soul, which is really amazing!"
After Master Miaohe pondered for a moment, he sighed with a complicated expression.
"Could it be that the person you are talking about is the one who was despised by everyone because of the alliance's killing order in those years? When I first saw this person, I felt like I had seen him before. However, isn't he a young man who only has the cultivation level of the alchemy stage? Why has it only been seen for a few years that its realm has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul? ”
When the old man in yellow robe heard this, he was so shocked that he couldn't help shouting.
"About this matter, I have no way of knowing. However, the Xutian Cauldron has always been known as the first secret treasure of the Xinghai. Perhaps there is some incredible panacea hidden in it that allows its cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds. After all, there has never been anyone in this cauldron. has been opened, so this possibility is not entirely lost.”
Master Miaohe said speculatively with a greedy light in his eyes.
"If this is true, then we may face a great dilemma. This person is already so powerful, and with the Xutian Cauldron in hand, I am afraid that even the two of us will not be able to compete with him."
The old man in yellow robe stared at Yan Yun with a vigilant expression, and at the same time conveyed the message to Master Miaohe using the technique of sound transmission.
"I understand this. But even if we are really unable to resist, can he still stop us from escaping from here?"
The corners of Miao He's mouth twitched, but he showed a strangely confident smile.
As for those disciples in the Dan-formation stage, when life and death were at stake, they naturally would not care about anything else.
"You are absolutely right."
After hearing this, the old man in yellow robe suddenly realized, and then he laughed dumbly.
"Hmph, your conversation seems to be over. In that case, let me give you two a ride. Wanting to escape is simply wishful thinking!"
Yan Yun's expression changed slightly, and he said with a sneer.
"Oops, we actually forgot that he can eavesdrop on our transmissions?"
The expression of the old man in yellow robe suddenly changed.
Master Miaohe was also stunned when he heard the news.
However, at this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly came from behind Yan Yun, and the Wind and Thunder Wings appeared instantly. Then he swayed and disappeared from the place with a deafening thunderclap.
"Be careful, the opponent's magic weapon is quite strange, and it can actually perform the art of lightning escape!"
Master Miaohe remembered that he had witnessed Yan Yun using the Wind and Thunder Wings in the past, so he hurriedly reminded the old man in yellow robes. At the same time, the green jade hammer in his hand flashed and turned into a green light that enveloped his body.
The other hand quickly flipped over, and a fiery red shield suddenly appeared. With a slight shake, it turned into a fiery red light curtain, tightly wrapping his whole body.
The old man in yellow robe on the other side quickly kneaded the secrets with his hands, and the surrounding white light suddenly burst into the air, intertwined and entwined to form a dense silk network, firmly protecting himself within it.
Just as the two of them had just finished arranging the spell, a silver light flashed more than ten feet in front of them, and Yan Yun's figure appeared again.
Seeing the two people's defensive measures, a mocking smile appeared on his face. He did not use any magic weapon, but only raised his arms slightly.
With a "Puff" sound, a layer of purple flames burst out from his body, and then his body blurred, and Yan Yun transformed into a ball of blazing flames, rushing towards the old man in yellow robes.
After the old immortal saw Yan Yun's powerful and fearless aura, his heart suddenly trembled.
But at this time, he didn't have time to think too much. He let out a calm growl, and then the white light on his chest immediately changed.
Suddenly, they all rushed towards the flame sphere on the opposite side, as if they wanted to hit Yan Yun in the purple flames with holes in them in an instant.
On the other hand, when Zhenjun Miaohe, who was also a strong man, saw this scene, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He pointed lightly, and the jade hammer in front of him immediately emitted a dazzling light, and then transformed into a green arc. With a deafening roar, it violently hit Yan Yun.
However, facing the joint attacks of the two masters, Yan Yun seemed unconcerned.
His body didn't dodge at all, and rushed directly into the dense network of light. The mockery and sarcasm on his face was looming, as if he didn't take it all seriously.
An incredible scene suddenly emerged!
As soon as the white thread touched the purple flame, it suddenly stagnated as if it had suffered a heavy blow, revealing silver needles that were as white and flawless as snowflakes but as thin as ox hair.
Yan Yun waved his arm lightly, and the purple flames on his body instantly surged to a height of one foot, and then swept all these tiny silver needles into the sea of fire. (End of chapter)