Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 160 Windmill Control, Master Dou Mu!

"The Mulan people should not have enough great magicians, otherwise they would not be able to attack without attacking."

After all, Marquis Nanlong was an experienced monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. He immediately reacted and let out a soft breath.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "It seems that we need to break out of the encirclement quickly. If the Mulan reinforcements arrive, it will be troublesome."

After hearing Yan Yun's words, the Nascent Soul cultivators did not hesitate at all.

In the dark night, Mrs. Tai waved her sleeves and continuously used her magical powers to blast away at the wind and sand around her.

With a snap of Yan Yun's fingers, the purple spiritual sword in front of him turned into a stream of light and swept towards the yellow sand.

Above the spiritual sword, there is a surging power of thunder, which is vast and mighty.

"Thunder spell."

Yan Ruyan's lips moved slightly in the distance, and she couldn't help but secretly thought: "He is Feng Linggen, I guess it's not him."

And just as Yan Ruyan was muttering, the turbulent wind and sand were easily torn into pieces.

Upon seeing this, Yan Yun didn't hesitate at all, turned into a blue-purple shadow, and escaped directly from the gap.

Then the yellow light flashed, and the restriction was like tissue paper that was easily torn and shattered by everyone's attack.

Seeing Yan Yun fleeing, the other Yuanying old monsters realized it and immediately reacted, following closely behind.

After coming out, although the wind and sand were still in front of me, the sense of oppression in the restriction was obviously gone.

Yan Yun's expression moved slightly, blue light flowed in his pupils, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"In this ghostly wind and sand, spiritual consciousness is of no use. It just so happens that I have a rare treasure of fixed astrolabe here, which can be used to deal with the situation at hand."

The corner of Nanlong Hou's mouth raised slightly, and he patted the storage bag on his waist quite contentedly.

Then he took out a light red jade plate, with vermilion light shining on it.

Marquis Nanlong held a treasure in one hand and made a secret formula with the other. An obscure incantation came from his mouth. He opened his five fingers to make a secret formula, and a golden light shot out from the palm of his hand, hitting a certain flowing rune on the surface of the disk.

Golden and red lights emitted from the disk.

Seeing such a strange scene, Yan Yun couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

It would be very good to have such a rare treasure in a place where spiritual consciousness is restricted.

Just as Yan Yun was looking at the compass, he saw dots of Venus emerging from the compass, showing a strange pattern. On it were stars, the sun, the moon and other celestial phenomena, which were extremely strange.

Such a vision naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators.

Marquis Nanlong ignored this and just stared at the disk pattern intently.

After a moment, he turned his hand over and the treasure in his hand disappeared, but he said briefly:

"Come with me."

After saying this, Nanlonghou turned into a ball of golden light and flew away diagonally.

Seeing this, the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators quickly chased after him without any hesitation.

Yan Yun was at the end and did not move. Instead, he looked into the distance. Wisps of blue light flowed in his eyes, and then he sneered several times.

But before flying away, he subconsciously looked in the direction he was originally looking. After a strange look flashed across his face, he suddenly sneered and flew away.

And as everyone fled, the place immediately became extremely quiet.

But after a while, a large black hole suddenly appeared where Yan Yun had left. It appeared out of thin air, and then a black and shiny demonic insect appeared.

This demonic insect is astonishingly huge, about six feet long and four feet wide, with an oblate body shape.

What's even more terrifying is that in addition to a dozen yellow compound eyes, the triangular head of the monster insect also has several slender tentacles and a pair of huge sharp fangs, with a cold light flashing on it, which is scary.

On the back, there are four transparent and thin wings that vibrate gently.

And on the back of such a terrifying monster insect, there are three figures of different heights standing. One of them is covered in dazzling white light, which makes people dare not look directly at them. The other person's whole body is covered in a strange green mist, and his figure is almost invisible.

The last person, with light blue arcs all over his body, was beating like a god of thunder.

"Great Master, are you letting them go like this? This is not good."

The figure covered in white light looked at the direction where Yan Yun and other monks disappeared and spoke, with a hint of worry in his words.

"Hmph, if you don't let them leave, can you really trap them with just an illusion array?"

The figure wrapped in green mist snorted coldly and said in a cold voice:

"Don't forget, most of these people are old guys in the Nascent Soul stage, and two of them are at the same level as me. We, the Huangsha tribe, can keep each other's wishful thinking."

The figure in the white light had a flash of worry in his heart and whispered:
"How should I explain to Master Mu of the Tianfeng Tribe? Why don't we sacrifice the tribe's sacred weapon for suppressing the clan, the "Demon Dust Banner". Even if it is impossible to severely injure these Nascent Soul monks, it is enough to trap them."

Upon hearing this, the figure in the green mist became furious and shouted angrily: "Nonsense, where can those thirty-six magic dust flags be used at will?"

"Even if we trap them, if there is a backlash and a few shots are damaged, how will we deal with it?"

"Without the clan-suppressing sacred weapon, how can we secure our position among the ten major tribes in the coalition? We may even be spied on by those small tribes. Even if the clan is in danger of annihilation, it is not impossible."

Obviously, for the benefit of his own tribe, this archmage would not be willing to do such a risky thing.

"Disciple is reckless, thank you Great Master for reminding me."

The mage in the white light quickly apologized with a cold sweat on his face.

The Grand Master narrowed his eyes slightly, looked in the direction where Yan Yun fled, and said: "What I am confused about is that the young man who broke the formation first seemed to have discovered us hiding in the Xumi hole."

You must know that the Great Master's Sumeru Insect is a famous strange insect in ancient times. Although its combat power is not strong, it is born with the ability to tear apart space cracks.
"The two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks didn't notice it, so why did the early-stage Nascent Soul monk discover it?"

He let out a light sigh, looking quite surprised.

At the same time, Yan Yun and Nanlong Hou and others had fled dozens of miles away.

But along the way, not a single magician appeared to block it, and it was smooth sailing.

"Okay, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that this trip is finally safe."

Seeing this situation, Marquis Nanlong couldn't help but let out a long breath, a smile appeared on his face, and then his escape skills slowed down.

Mrs. Tai looked relaxed, thinking that she was out of danger, and said: "Now that we have got rid of them, we can leave here."

"Don't take it lightly. There are many powerful characters among the mages, and their magical powers are incredible." The white-robed monk named Yun just said a few words when he suddenly let out a light sigh and looked behind him suspiciously.

In the distance behind him, there was a faint sound of ear-piercing explosions.

In an instant, the weird and sharp sound became a little louder.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance. He saw white light flashing in the distance. A small light group was speeding towards this place. Its speed was fast enough to rival Yan Yan who was using his wind and thunder wings. cloud.

"No, this is a wizard's wind chariot. The people inside must be wizards of the same level as us, otherwise they would never dare to pursue us."

The monk surnamed Yun exclaimed in surprise when he saw such a scene.

Nanlonghou's face darkened, and he said quickly: "We can't fight. There are five masters on the opposite side. Let's go separately." While speaking, Nanlonghou hurriedly took out several identical jade slips and gently threw them towards several people. ,road:

"One for each person, we will meet again in three days."

After saying this, Nanlong Hou no longer delayed, his whole body was wrapped in a ball of golden light, and he escaped instantly.

The monk surnamed Yun had a gloomy face, turned into a white arc, and escaped separately from Nanlong Hou.

The ancestor of the Yan family, Yan Jiuyan, and Ruyan used the secret technique of the Ghost Spirit Sect together, turning into a vermilion shadow and galloping away in an instant.

The three of them used secret techniques together, and their speed was far faster than that of their fellow Yuanying early stage monks.

"It's interesting."

Yan Yun couldn't help but look at Yan Ruyan and the others, and then glanced at the huge windmill rolling behind him.

The wind chariot is quite strange. It looks like a white square beast chariot, but it has no spirit beast to pull it and no wheels.

On both sides of the car wall are a pair of dark red wooden wings seven to eight feet long, with runes fluttering on them, and five-color glistening light flowing continuously.

This windmill is pure white and delicate, made from unknown animal bones, and it faintly exudes a sinister aura.

Upon seeing this, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and ran away directly into the distance without any hesitation.

At this moment, Yan Yun was surrounded by green-purple light and was galloping away into the distance.

At this moment, several magicians escaped from the wind chariot and chased Nanlong Hou and others.

The remaining wind chariots turned and headed straight towards Yan Yun.

The wind chariot was so fast that it actually caught up with Yan Yun who was using the Wind and Thunder Escape Technique.

Although it is the wind and thunder escape technique in the most ordinary state, it is also very magical to see the wind chariot from the side.

Yan Yun glanced at Nanlong Hou and others who had not gone far, and knew that if he wanted to deal with this person, he had to get rid of everyone first.

Thinking of this, a blue-purple shadow flashed past, and a pair of spiritual wings appeared out of thin air behind Yan Yun.

This pair of blue and purple wings, with light golden thunder flowing from time to time, looked extremely magical.

With a slight wave of his wings, Yan Yun's figure disappeared out of thin air.

"what?"

Feeling Yan Yun's sudden disappearance, a soft sigh could not help but come from inside the Yufeng Car.

But he didn't expect Yan Yun to be so fast.

Master Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and used the magic formula with one hand. The surging magic power poured into the wind chariot, rolling up the yellow sand and covering the sky.

After flying for more than an hour, Yan Yun had arrived in a desolate valley.

"This place is nice, it could be your tomb."

Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and the power of wind and thunder behind him disappeared, and he was suspended in the sky above the canyon. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Master Mu who was galloping in the distance.

Seeing the surging spiritual sword, Master Mu did not dare to be careless. His lips moved slightly, and a slender blue thread spurted out from his mouth. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant blue python and jumped out of the light curtain.

Suddenly, the green and blue lights intertwined together, and rumbling sounds could be heard from time to time.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the sorcerer raised his right hand, and a spell fell on the wind chariot below.

Then he saw the windmill shrinking rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it was only the size of a palm. It automatically slipped into the sorcerer's hand and was calmly stored in the storage bag.

The wind chariot is a top-level flying exotic treasure, and it is not helpful in battle.

Master Mu slowly raised his head, revealing a gloomy and thin face.

This man was only over sixty years old. He had some weird cyan tattoos on both sides of his cheeks and was wearing a strange blue brocade shirt.

His surge of spiritual power was that of a mage who was at the peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul and was about to enter the middle stage.

No wonder he was able to resist a casual blow from himself.

The magician's method is mainly to control the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

Master Mu held a fist-sized blue ball in one hand. The strange blue python in mid-air was released from this ball.

"Although your Excellency is not low in magical powers, you are a bit too impatient. I haven't spoken yet, so why did my fellow Taoist attack me without saying a word?"

Master Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Yun with fear on his face.

Although Yan Yun was only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, his attack just now was so powerful that even he could barely respond.

"Are you willing to surrender and leave your spiritual skills behind?"

Yan Yun let out a sigh, glanced at Master Mu, and chuckled: "Maybe I can spare your life."

"伱."

Listening to Yan Yun's words, Master Mu's expression suddenly changed. Ever since he became a master, he had never suffered such humiliation. He couldn't help but angrily shouted: "Boy, don't be so arrogant."

Dharma practitioners and monks belong to two different cultivation systems.

Monks mostly use spiritual power to drive external objects, such as magic weapons, insects, and beasts, so they have high requirements for the grade of magic weapon materials and the level of insects and beasts.

Self-cultivation focuses on cultivation, that is, the storage and absorption of spiritual power, and external cultivation and control.

Magicians use mostly spells to use spiritual power, and external objects are just media. They focus on the use of energy and follow the magic route, a bit like magicians.

Master Mu's blue python and energy shield, if it were a monk, would be directly replaced by a magic weapon and spirit beast.

Therefore, the power of spells cast by magicians is far greater than that of monks, and monks' control over magic weapons and puppets is far more powerful than that of magicians.

And Yan Yun's spell power is also far superior to that of monks of the same level, if he can get the spiritual practice method.

With the help of the proficiency system, one can imagine the power of spiritual arts.

"A mere monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul dares to come and die."

A hint of ferocity flashed across Master Mu's eyes, and a low and ancient mantra came from his mouth. The blue light on his body surged, twisting and surging, and finally turned into a pair of dark blue tentacles that kept dancing.

Looking at the dense blue tentacles, Yan Yun snorted coldly: "Looking for death."

"call out!"

With a sharp sound breaking through the air, Yan Yun instantly turned into a blue-green shadow and disappeared from the place.

Yan Yun's figure was extremely fast and he arrived in front of Master Mu in an instant.

Even Master Mu was startled by Yan Yun's sudden appearance. He quickly controlled the dense blue tentacles and came towards Yan Yun to fight.

Yan Yun had no expression on his face and let the blue tentacles whip him. A blue-purple spiritual sword condensed in his hand and stabbed Master Mu in front of him fiercely.

Looking at the surging power of wind and thunder, Master Mu's face had a cold look on his face, and his hands formed various strange hand seals like wheels. At the same time, a series of colorful spells were instantly enveloped by a blue spiritual mass.

(End of this chapter)