However, it is a strange phenomenon for the Soul Crying Beast to swallow so many ape demon souls in one go.
Not only did it shock the other monks present, but Hu Laomo, the master of the magic weapon, was also stunned for a moment.
Although others may not understand the true strength of these apes.
But as the owner of the treasure, Hu Laomo deeply understands the horror of these demon souls.
Therefore, the degree of horror in his heart was naturally far greater than that of others.
The thousand-foot peak suspended above the head is resisted by the shadows of eight spiritual beasts.
Finally, it stayed firmly in place, seemingly unable to move any further.
Yan Yun stared at the mountain in the sky with a pale face, secretly wondering whether he needed to use other magic weapons to completely destroy the mysterious mountain in front of him.
"For me, as the Lord of the Demon Palace, I will never be swayed by the verbal mistakes of a Nascent Soul monk. Fellow Daoist Yan has indeed withstood my attack."
Hu Lao Mo's expression changed, after a period of reflection.
Finally, he looked at Xiang Zhili and nodded slowly.
Then, he raised his right hand and waved lightly towards the mountains in the distance.
In an instant, the mountains made a deafening buzz, and at the same time the entire mountain shone with emerald green light.
Xiang Zhili smiled slightly, and the huge hand that tightly grasped the top of the mountain disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the thousand-foot-high mountain range trembled violently and transformed into eight hundred-foot-high peaks again, then galloped back while rapidly shrinking in size.
When the eight mountain peaks flew close to the scroll, they had turned into shapes only a few inches in size, merged into the picture one after another, and disappeared without a trace.
This scene also appeared on the remaining ten green peaks hanging high above the old devil's head. In a moment, all the hills were integrated into the painting.
Then the painting gradually closed up in the flash of spiritual light, returning to the ordinary and simple scroll form.
Hu Laomo grabbed it in the air, and the first part of the scroll turned into a ball of green light and put it in his sleeve, as if it had never appeared before.
"Although I can't marry Taoist Zi Ling now, there are two other women here."
"The concubinage ceremony still needs to be held in three days. Brother Xiang won't just walk away and not attend our wedding banquet, right?"
The old man Mu Guan's eyes kept wandering on Yan Yun, Xiang Zhili and others, and finally he smiled, as if the previous offense to Xiang Zhili had never happened.
"Of course, I have already given a congratulatory gift to someone, how can I not have a few more drinks?"
Xiang Zhili also smiled and seemed not to care.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, are you willing to stay in this palace for a few more days and wait until the ceremony is over before leaving?"
Hu Lao Mo nodded, and then extended an invitation to Yan Yun in a calm tone.
A flash of light flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, but after thinking quickly in his heart, his face did not show any strange expression, but replied:
"This is a matter of course! Senior Brother Xiang and fellow Daoist Feng have not left yet, how can Yan leave alone?"
"Haha, great. Fellow Taoists, let's go back to the palace and have a drink!"
Hu Laomo raised his head and laughed, then turned into a black light and flew straight to the palace below.
Many monks below had just witnessed the shocking battle between Yan Yun and Hu Lao Mo, and their hearts were extremely shocked and filled with emotion.
When they heard Hu Lao Mo's proposal, they naturally agreed and followed him into the palace.
Old Monster Feng smiled and returned to the main hall. At this moment, only Zi Ling, who was full of joy, was left on the field.
"Junior Brother Yan, let's go in too. Haha, Junior Brother, don't worry."
"Hu Daoyou is also a temperamental person. Since you have accepted his attack, this matter should be forgotten."
"He won't find any other reasons to trouble you. Just stay with this girl for a few more days in the Demon Palace and enjoy your time."
Xiang Zhili said these words to Yan Yun with a smile, then floated down on his own and walked into the palace leisurely.
Yan Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head, then slowly landed on the ground.
"Brother Yan, are you okay?" Zi Ling could no longer control her emotions and walked quickly to Yan Yun's side, her exquisite face full of complex emotions such as worry and gratitude.
"I'm not seriously injured, I just consumed part of my energy."
"As for Miss Zi Ling, do you plan to leave now, or wait until Hu Lao Mo's concubinage ceremony is over?"
Yan Yun looked at the woman in front of him and asked her decision in a calm tone.
"Whenever Brother Yan wants to leave, Yan Xigong and I can set off together."
Zi Ling gave the answer directly without hesitation.
"If so, then you may need to stay here for a while. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave immediately."
Yan Yun was silent for a moment and sighed softly.
At this moment, there are indeed many risks in choosing to leave, and it is very likely to completely offend Hu Lao Mo and several other noble cultivators in the transformation stage.
Observing their attitudes, it is not difficult to see that they are indeed wary of Brother Yan. During their stay here, I believe that Hu Lao Mo will abide by his promise and will not do anything reneging on his word.
After Zi Ling thought for a moment, he nodded slightly in agreement.
The woman regained her freedom, and her acumen and wisdom returned to her again, transforming back into the "Purple Fairy" who dared to venture into the world alone.
Facing her still charming appearance, Yan Yun smiled back and walked straight to the main hall.
Zi Ling looked at Yan Yun's leaving figure, her eyes moving as if she was thinking about something.
Two delicate blushes appeared on her cheeks, but she quickly bit her lip gently with her teeth, and then took steps to follow behind Yan Yun.
Three days later, the Demon Palace held a grand ceremony for Hu Lao Mo to marry two other peerless beauties as concubines according to the agreed time.
The number of demon cultivators and casual cultivators who came to Daoxi increased, and there were about twenty or thirty people.
However, the weakest among these people are also in the middle stage, and there are several more great monks in the late stage.
This gave Yan Yun a new understanding of the strength of the Great Jin Immortal Realm.
In comparison, the level of cultivation in the Tiannan region is simply incomparable.
The monks who came to congratulate were all shocked when they saw Yan Yun and four other monks in the transformation stage, including Zi Ling, interacting with each other.
However, when they learned that Yan Yun was the person who almost pushed Yinluo Sect into the abyss.
Not only had a concubine been forcibly taken away from Hu Lao Mo, but he also had a fierce confrontation with Hu Lao Mo, and they all showed horrified expressions. In the process of interacting with Yan Yun, everyone behaved extremely humbly and did not dare to be careless in any way.
In the past few days, Hu Lao Mo always maintained a calm and composed expression when facing Yan Yun, as if the matter of Na marrying Zi Ling had never happened.
Yan Yun was secretly relieved, but at the same time he maintained a high degree of vigilance and had been acting cautiously for the past three days.
The woman Zi Ling did not dare to leave Yan Yun's side easily. It was naturally a pleasant thing to have such a beautiful and charming woman by her side.
However, as soon as the celebration ended, Yan Yun immediately said goodbye to Zhili and others, left the Demon Palace with Zi Ling, and disappeared into the depths of Moduo Mountain.
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Three months later, on an unknown hill with beautiful scenery, a young man wearing a green shirt stood on the top of the mountain.
He stood quietly on a huge rock, looking into the distance.
This ordinary-looking young man is undoubtedly Yan Yun, who has been away from Mo Tuo Mountain for several months.
At this moment, his eyes were looking straight ahead, but there was a rare hint of complexity and hesitation in his eyes.
Suddenly, he raised his hands and stared silently for a moment.
Just the day before, these hands had wandered over Zi Ling's jade-smooth skin, and it was really intoxicating to feel the soft and delicate touch.
But now the beauty is no longer here, leaving only his lonely figure.
It turned out that after Yan Yun took Zi Ling out of the Tianmo Sect's sphere of influence, the two slowed down their flying speed and began to share their various experiences after breaking up in Falling Demon Valley.
Both the listeners and the narrators listened with gusto and laughed knowingly from time to time.
There was an indescribable emotion hidden between the two. After several months of close contact, the two finally could not restrain their inner impulses and went to Wushan Yunyu together.
However, afterwards, Zi Ling made it clear that since Yan Yun already had a dual cultivator partner and could not formally marry her as his wife, she did not want to become a concubine.
However, except for Yan Yun, she will never have feelings for any other man in this life, let alone marry anyone else. Instead, she decides to devote herself to cultivation, hoping to reach a higher realm.
After saying these words frankly, Zi Ling left quietly with a calm expression.
Although Yan Yun had the ability to forcefully keep the woman in front of him, he sized up the situation and saw her firm determination, and could only helplessly watch her drift away.
At this moment, he was standing on the top of the mountain, and the good times he spent with Zi Ling echoed in his heart for several months.
An indescribable feeling of loss arose spontaneously, accompanied by bursts of twitching pain.
Yan Yun clearly realized that this was a psychological imbalance caused by emotional fluctuations.
However, he was not busy making adjustments to this, but quietly savored this complex emotional experience.
Time seemed to freeze, and the confusion in Yan Yun's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by clarity and tranquility.
"Perhaps this is the so-called fate but no destiny!"
Yan Yun murmured in a low voice, showing deep regret in his words.
Immediately afterwards, his whole body glowed with cyan light, and instantly turned into a dazzling giant, flying through the air.
After a while, the escaping light disappeared at the end of the sky, leaving no trace behind.
The "Hell of Fire", one of the seven forbidden areas of the Jin Dynasty, is located in the southeast of the Jin Dynasty and has existed since ancient times.
In this world of flames, which is as vast as half a continent, except for black and red, it is almost impossible to see other colors.
And in this endless area, there are countless volcanoes of different sizes.
Some volcanoes are as high as tens of thousands of feet, while others are only over a hundred feet tall, like rolling hills.
Some of the mountain passes of these volcanoes are as hot as fire, shining with dazzling light; others are lifeless and appear pitch black.
Others continue to erupt, sending out billowing waves of heat.
The sky above this land is filled with thick black and red fire clouds, while the ground around the major volcanoes is covered with thick volcanic ash.
The low altitude is filled with a strong smell of sulfur, and the high temperature is unbearable. The temperature here is far higher than that of the outside world.
However, even in such an environment where ordinary people cannot survive, there are still many practitioners who frequently use magic weapons to shuttle here.
Some landed occasionally and picked up certain items from the ground, while others simply drilled into a crater and disappeared without a trace.
The practitioners who dare to go deep into the volcano are undoubtedly high-level monks with profound cultivation.
Although the Hell of Fire is a place full of dangers and ordinary people cannot survive here, it is also an excellent place to find all kinds of fire-attribute materials.
In fact, the "Seven Forbidden Lands" in the true sense are not limited to the vast areas on the ground, but mainly point to a large mountainous area at the core of Hell.
This area is completely shrouded in rich red mist, stretching for thousands of miles and vast.
Only this red mist is the real restricted area. If practitioners set foot in it, few can come out alive.
Therefore, it is often difficult to see any practitioners near this sea of fog.
However, on this day, at the edge of the fire mist in a certain direction, a spiritual light flickered in the sky, and a green rainbow came quickly, reaching a position only more than a hundred feet away from the fire mist in an instant.
The light faded, revealing the figure of a handsome young man. This person was Yan Yun, who had embarked on a long journey for several months and finally arrived here after suffering emotional setbacks.
As soon as Yan Yun appeared, he quickly looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the sea of fog not far ahead.
This red mist was completely different from the mist Yan Yun had seen before. Such a huge sea of mist seemed lifeless and lifeless. No sound could even be heard, and no movement could be seen.
Behind Yan Yun's hands, he stared at it with an indifferent expression for a long time, and then the light shone brightly again and suddenly rushed towards the sea of fog.
When Yan Yun just stepped into the sea of mist, the moment the cyan protective aura on his body came into contact with the red mist, a deafening explosion broke out.
The red and blue auras flashed alternately, with great momentum and intensification.
Yan Yun was slightly surprised and frowned slightly. After the escape distance exceeded a hundred feet, he immediately touched the storage bag with his left hand without thinking.
In an instant, the red light was dazzling, and dozens of blazing rays of light flew out. After spinning rapidly in the air for a moment, they transformed into more than a dozen transparent and crystal-clear cylindrical objects.
These cylindrical objects are about a foot long, and the surface of each column is shimmering with light, and is decorated with a lifelike red dragon pattern that is slowly swimming.
These are a set of magic weapons of excellent quality that Yan Yun carefully refined with the help of the Fire Dragon Pillar obtained from Kunwu Mountain.
Yan Yun recited the incantation silently, and then gently pointed at these fire pillars with his right hand. (End of chapter)