Then, Yan Yun slowly opened his mouth again.
A crystal clear, round orb as white as snow spurted out of the mouth as soon as it left the mouth.
It immediately expanded rapidly in the wind and turned into a huge bead about one foot in diameter.
At this moment, masses of strange purple cold air continued to rise on the surface of the bead.
Yan Yun did not take any other action, he just faced the bead quietly and waved his sleeves gently.
At this moment, a dazzling and beautiful sea of purple flames seemed to suddenly emerge from the endless void.
Immediately afterwards, these flames shot up into the sky, forming a huge fire wave several feet high.
Roaring and flying towards the opponent like a terrifying storm, its momentum is shocking!
Facing the fierce offensive displayed by Yan Yun at this moment, the silver-robed monk opposite showed an extremely cautious expression.
He waved his left hand to turn it over without hesitation, and saw an exquisite small bottle with a dazzling silver light appearing in his palm.
However, before the monk could use this mysterious item, a red light suddenly flashed in front of the Vajra shadow in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, ten slender lines of fire shot out like lightning, and instantly pierced into the shadow accurately.
However, what is surprising is that when these two forces collided with each other, they made a crisp sound similar to the collision of metal. These lines of fire were unable to penetrate the defense of the golden shadow.
Although the monk did not show much concern about this situation.
But his eyes were always fixed on the three-color firebird that was approaching at high speed, with deep worry and vigilance in his eyes.
Although this was the first time he had seen the power of the Three Flame Fan, the powerful spiritual power emanated from the Fire Bird.
It was enough to make him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, and he didn't dare to feel the slightest contempt in his heart.
However, something unexpected happened to the monk!
Although the ten fire threads failed to penetrate the golden shadow, they flashed red in an instant.
It turned into thick red fire chains, spinning rapidly like lightning, tightly binding the golden shadow.
When the monk saw this scene, he was shocked at first, then without hesitation he raised his right hand and flicked it into the air.
A dazzling white sword light burst out from the fingertips and slashed straight towards the fire chain.
After a clear and pleasant collision, red light and white light briefly intertwined, and the sword light was actually bounced away.
It only left a pea-sized gap in the thick fire chain, which obviously couldn't be completely cut off.
This scene made the silver-robed monk's face look as gloomy as water.
He saw that the three-color firebirds and purple fire waves on the opposite side were about to attack from both sides, and the situation was critical.
He suddenly stepped on the white lotus under his feet, and at the same time let out a long roar like a dragon's roar from his mouth, and waved his hands outward vigorously.
The huge golden shadow seemed to feel the anxiety of the monk's mind, and his whole body suddenly overflowed with golden light.
The huge body unexpectedly expanded by nearly half in an instant, becoming seven to eight feet tall, showing the aura that he wanted to break free of the fire chain in an instant.
However, what happened next made the monk's heart sink.
As King Kong's size increased, the fire chain also became thicker, showing no signs of fatigue.
The monk used the magic technique again, and the golden shadow suddenly shrank several times in the spiritual light.
The fire chain actually shrank and became thinner at the same time, wrapping tightly around the shadow like a gangrene attached to the bone, making it difficult to break free.
At this moment, the silver-robed monk's expression finally changed drastically.
Seeing that the three-color firebird on the opposite side was approaching, he had no time to pay attention to the shadow above his head, and quickly threw the jade bottle in his hand upwards.
After the silver bottle flipped several times in the air, the mouth of the bottle was pointed straight at the galloping Firebird.
Amidst the bright silver light, bursts of solemn Sanskrit sounds came from the bottle.
Then the colorful Buddha's light poured out from the mouth of the bottle, and the three-color firebird that went straight ahead swept away.
The firebird spit out three-color flames, spread its wings in an attempt to break through the Buddha's light, and flew above the head of the silver-robed monk in one go.
Immediately afterwards, as soon as the two came into contact, the Buddha's light suddenly flowed and stirred, and the seven-color spiritual light continued to rotate, and even enveloped the fire bird.
Just roll it up and put it in the bottle. The whole process was as easy as flowing water, as if this silver bottle was the natural enemy of the three-color firebird!
Seeing this scene, the silver-robed monk relaxed slightly, but immediately tapped the silver bottle in the air.
After the treasure trembled slightly, it spurted out a large amount of Buddha's light again. This time the target was the purple fire wave that followed the firebird.
Obviously, he planned to use this treasure to also put the purple extreme fire into the bottle.
However, at this moment, the other party suddenly said the word "explosion" lightly, and the silver vial that was originally suspended in front of him suddenly shook violently.
The surface of the bottle is uneven and flashes wildly with silver light.
You can vaguely hear a thunderous roar in the bottle, and the sound is getting louder and louder.
"Oops!"
When the monk in silver robes quickly penetrated into the silver bottle with his spiritual consciousness, he instantly noticed something so horrifying that he burst out with a cry of surprise uncontrollably.
Then, we saw this noble monk from the Leiyin Sect. The white lotus under his feet shone slightly again, and then the figure disappeared instantly on the lotus.
In the void, there was a slowly rotating lotus several feet wide, and above it was a golden shadow that was tightly bound.
Just after the monk performed the golden cicada's escape technique, the silver vial made an earth-shattering noise amid flashes of spiritual light, and then completely exploded into pieces.
A halo of three colors appeared in the void where the screen disappeared!
The three-color runes circulated for a moment, and the volume of the halo suddenly increased several times, swallowing up all the white lotuses and Vajra shadows in the air in one fell swoop.
The golden shadow was firmly locked in the air by circles of fire chains, unable to move or dodge at all.
Therefore, even though the shadow barely managed to hold on for a moment in the three-color flames, it eventually shattered and dissipated like a bubble after a "pop" sound, and turned into nothing.
As for the white lotus, the situation was even worse. As soon as it was enveloped by the three-color flames, it immediately evaporated.
From another location more than thirty feet away, a white light flashed, and the figure of a monk in silver robes emerged.
However, at the moment when King Kong's shadow was eliminated, his face instantly turned pale as paper, and when he opened his mouth, he spat out a small mouthful of blood essence.
At the same time, the pale golden skin quickly became dull, and it was obvious that a lot of energy had been consumed.
There is a close connection between this vajra shadow and its natal magic weapon, and it involves many aspects such as Qi, spirit, essence, blood, etc.!
Yan Yun urged the magic formula in his hand with an expressionless face, and the purple fire wave rolling from behind immediately turned and turned into a purple fire python that was more than ten feet long.
Holding a white ball in his mouth, he pounced towards the fleeing silver-robed monk. Before approaching the monks, a cold wind howled around them, and the temperature plummeted to the extreme, making people feel as if the surrounding space was solidifying and freezing.
A white light flashed under the silver-robed monk's feet, and a lotus flower appeared out of thin air again, exactly the same as before.
His feet did not move, but after the light on the lotus platform flickered several times, he suddenly fell back more than ten feet, and at the same time he let out a bitter smile:
"Stop it! There is no need to compete anymore. Fellow Taoist Yan is indeed very powerful. I am ashamed of myself!"
The silver-robed monk unexpectedly took the initiative to admit defeat when he fought Yan Yun for the first time. At the same time, he stared at the destroyed part of the screen in the sky, his face full of regret.
That silver screen was a top Buddhist treasure that he had worked so hard to obtain many years ago, but now it was destroyed during a sparring session, which made him deeply frustrated. How can we continue to fight?
What's more, although neither side used their full strength, Yan Yun's magical power was obviously better than his. With his vitality damaged, he was naturally unwilling to fight again.
After Yan Yun heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, then he smiled and waved his hand in the distance.
The purple fire python immediately paused, then flipped a few times and then turned into a ball of purple flames and disappeared, leaving only the white ball floating in the air.
Then, with a movement of Yan Yun's consciousness, the treasure flew back quickly together with the fire chain that returned to the form of fire threads.
After a few final flashes, these two magic weapons merged into Yan Yun's body and disappeared.
Yan Yun cupped his hands and nodded to the monk opposite, saying in a calm tone: "Thank you for your kindness."
After saying that, he landed as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.
At the entrance of the palace, Yan Yun was naturally greeted by everyone's eyes full of admiration.
Although they were both great monks, Yan Yun was able to seriously injure Monk Yuan Zhi so easily for the first time.
This undoubtedly exceeded the expectations of everyone present, including Can Ku.
Even the young-looking Flame Bamboo monk couldn't help showing a hint of discomfort when facing Yan Yun's gaze, and could no longer maintain his previous calm posture.
"The wonderful showdown between the two fellow Taoists is truly breathtaking and a feast for the eyes."
"I am deeply looking forward to it, and I hope that I will be lucky enough to be promoted to such a state in the future."
"Since Fellow Daoist Yan has won, this pavilion master will naturally keep his promise and immediately send someone to fetch the ring space to refine the secret technique."
Although the silver-robed monk failed to defeat Yan Yun, the master of the Tianji Pavilion was still smiling and showed no signs of defeat. He even took the initiative to mention the matter before Yan Yun asked.
"Then please take care of yourself, Master Can Pavilion." Yan Yun only responded with a calm smile.
Chan Ku kept complimenting him, saying, "It should be like this." Then he immediately took out a token from his body, handed it to a practitioner at the Dan Formation stage next to him, and gave some detailed instructions.
The man immediately took the token with both hands and fled quickly towards the ground below.
Within this space, except for the Tianji Palace standing in mid-air.
There are also many pavilions and pavilions on the ground, each one is carefully crafted, and there are faint signs of human activity among them.
However, these people seemed to have received orders long ago. Even when Yan Yun was fighting with the silver-robed monk, they did not dare to show up to intervene.
The cultivator who left with the token disappeared into an attic below without a trace.
When Yan Yun retracted his sight, the silver-robed monk made a slight adjustment in the air, and then fell from the height after a moment.
At the same time, he took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out a fiery red medicine, put it into his mouth and took it.
"Master Yuanzhi, are you okay?"
Yan Yun asked him at the right time.
"No problem, just take the elixir and rest for a few months to recover."
"On the contrary, Fellow Daoist Yan, the feather fan in your hand is by no means an ordinary treasure."
"According to the poor monk's estimation, even if the top magic weapon directly bombards it, it will not cause much damage."
"However, under the flick of this fan, the poor monk's golden body of Arhat was unable to resist. Presumably it is neither a real spiritual treasure, but also an imitation of some kind of spiritual treasure."
"With this divine weapon in hand, no one in the human world dares to face the attack of fellow Taoists head-on."
Monk Yuanzhi caught a glimpse of Yan Yun looking at him. As a great monk of Leiyin Sect, he didn't care about being hurt. Instead, he asked Yan Yun calmly.
"The master's vision is extraordinary. It is true. This treasure is an imitation of Lingbao."
Yan Yun smiled slightly and answered without any concealment.
After hearing what Yan Yun said, a smile appeared on the originally stern face of the silver-robed monk. He was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by Can Ku next to him.
"If you two fellow Taoists have any important matters, you may wish to enter the hall to discuss in detail."
"In addition, I just happened to have obtained a bottle of the ancient spirit wine 'Jinlong Yin'. According to rumors, an ordinary practitioner only needs to drink one sip, which is enough to be worth several months of hard training."
"What's more important is that this wine tastes extremely good and is extremely delicious. Fellow Taoists, you may wish to taste it together."
The fat old man rubbed his hands and invited everyone to drink wine with a smile on his face.
At this time, Chanku was like a hospitable farmer, without the majestic image of the master of a pavilion at all.
"Jinlong Yinling Wine? I have indeed heard of this mysterious and extraordinary wine."
"It is said to be carefully brewed from several kinds of strange fruits that have been extinct in the human world, and it is famous far and wide."
"It is said that this wine has a unique flavor and rich aroma. Compared with contemporary spiritual wines such as Yulu Qiongjiang, it is a world of difference."
"Haha, don't be surprised, donors. Although I am a disciple of Buddhism, it is still difficult to let go of the fine wine in this cup."
"In the past, Taoist friend Chanku used dozens of jars of precious ancient spirit wine as bait, so that I could assume the position of the guest elder."
"However, fellow Taoist Yan, please do not regard me as a monk addicted to wine and sex."
"As for other commandments, I will naturally abide by them strictly."
Yuan Zhi was overjoyed when he heard this, and then noticed that Yan Yun's eyes were slightly shocked, so he said half-jokingly, his tone full of kindness and friendliness!
Yan Yun's heart moved slightly when he heard this, but he still kept a smile on his face and said nothing.
Everyone once again entered the solemn hall... (End of this chapter)