Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 169 Do you regret it now?

"Your cultivation."

Yan Ruyan's consciousness swept over Yan Yun, and she suddenly realized that she could not find out Yan Yun's cultivation level.

This situation also means that Yan Yun's cultivation level is far superior to that of Yan Ruyan, and he cannot use his spiritual sense to detect Yan Yun's cultivation level.

But his own cultivation level is already in the false infancy stage.

Doesn't that mean that Yan Yun's cultivation has entered the Nascent Soul stage.

"Why can't I be here?"

Yan Yun glanced at Yan Ruyan, chuckled, and then looked at the ancestor of the Yan family not far away.

Seeing the appearance of Yan Yun, the ancestor of the Yan family was also shocked, and at the same time, he seemed to have thought of something.

He quickly looked behind Yan Yun.

I saw Old Monster Qiong and Nangong Wanzheng floating down.

"really."

The ancestor of the Yan family opened his mouth slightly and murmured several times.

"Have you broken through the Nascent Soul stage?"

Yan Ruyan's face was full of disbelief, her eyes were fixed on Yan Yun, and she quickly asked.

"Ru Yan, he is not only a Yuanying monk, he has also entered the middle stage of Yuanying."

The ancestor of the Yan family had a complicated face. He looked deeply at Yan Yun, his mind filled with regret.

If he had chosen Yan Yun back then, the Yan family would have had a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk.

Moreover, Yan Yun is still so young and has such good qualifications.

There is a high probability of breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage in the future. You must know that there are only three Nascent Soul cultivators in Tiannan.

Now, although the Yan family has integrated into the Ghost Spirit Sect, the sect is still controlled by Wang Tiangu and a few people.

Even if we could really occupy the Crane's Nest and completely control the Ghost Spirit Sect, it would still take countless years.

And all of this is absolutely incomparable to the late Nascent Soul monks.

Moreover, the Yuanying monks of the Yan family have all been restricted by the Hidden Moon Sect.

Life and death are not between them, so what is the difference between them and prisoners?

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul!!!"

Yan Ruyan's eyes widened and she stared at Yan Yun, her eyes full of disbelief.

After entering the Nascent Soul, there is a huge gap in strength between each realm, and it is also difficult to improve.

Except for the three late Nascent Soul monks in Tiannan, Yan Yun is already the group of monks with the highest level of cultivation.

"How is it possible? How could he be a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul?"

Yan Ruyan couldn't help but shake her head, her body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but retreat.

Seeing this, Xuan Ye's face changed slightly. He quickly stepped forward, walked to Yan Ruyan, and saluted Yan Yun: "niece Ruyan is rude, I hope fellow Taoist Yan won't blame her."

Yan Yun glanced at Yan Ruyan and said calmly: "Nothing, she and I are old acquaintances, and her personality is still the same as before."

"..."

Yan Ruyan's red lips were slightly open, she bit her lips with her snow-white teeth, her beautiful eyes were staring straight at Yan Yun, her chest swelled from time to time, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Compared to Yan Ruyan, Xuan Ye looked at Yan Yun, his eyes moved slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of something.

The old monster Qiong waved his sleeves, and the three vermilion marks suspended in the air were instantly submerged into the jade tablet. Then he looked at the ancestor of the Yan family and said: "How many Nascent Souls are there in total among the demon monks who entered the invisible secret realm this time? "

As for the pill-forming monks, Old Monster Qiong didn't care.

To the three Nascent Soul cultivators, no matter how many Dan Formation cultivators come, they are not a threat.

The ancestor of the Yan family smiled and saluted: "Senior Qiong, the six sects of the Demonic Path are here to compete, so how could you reveal this?"

The old monster Qiong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked deeply at the ancestor of the Yan family, and said: "Old man Yan, are there any monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul?"

"There should be."

The ancestor of the Yan family did not hesitate too much and quickly replied: "It is rumored that the opportunity in the secret realm is great, and it should be worth taking action by the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

Compared with the old monster Qiong who was worried about the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Yan Yun seemed very indifferent.

With Yan Yun's current strength, a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator poses no threat at all.

Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator comes here, Yan Yun has the means to kill him.

Now in this mortal world, if there is a threat, it may only be those old monsters who transform into gods.

However, if he uses his true form of wind and thunder, he will not be defeated for a while.

"On this trip to the invisible secret realm, the three of you will obey my instructions."

The old monster Qiong glanced at the ancestor of the Yan family and said.

Thinking that his life was in his hands, the ancestor of the Yan family could only smile and nodded repeatedly: "Senior Qiong, don't worry, our Ghost Spirit Sect is fully committed to the Hidden Moon Sect."

"I'm glad you think so."

The old monster Qiong chuckled and put the jade token into the storage bag with his right hand. Then he looked at Yan Yun and said, "Let's rest for a few days and wait for the secret realm to open."

"It's Master."

Yan Yun nodded slightly, then gently put his right hand around Nangong Wan's slender waist, and whispered: "Wan'er, let's go have a look nearby. If we can kill a few Demonic Nascent Soul cultivators in advance, it will save trouble."

Feeling Yan Yun's hot right hand, Nangong Wan's cheeks turned red and she nodded slightly: "Then let's go."

As Nangong Wan finished speaking, Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and the two of them disappeared instantly.

Looking at the two people leaving, Old Monster Qiong kept shaking his head with a smile on his face. Looking at Yan Yun's back, he chuckled and said, "My good disciple and my disciple-in-law are really talented and beautiful."

"That's natural."

Upon seeing this, the ancestor of the Yan family immediately stepped forward and flattered him: "Yan Yun has now reached the middle stage of Yuanying. In the future, he has more hope of breaking through to the late stage of Yuanying. Maybe there is hope of reaching a higher level."

"That's natural!"

While speaking, Old Monster Qiong couldn't help but glance at Yan Ruyan who was behind the ancestor of the Yan family, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "I heard that you didn't look down on my precious apprentice back then?"

"What? Do you regret it now?"

Hearing this, Yan Ruyan was ashamed and annoyed. She clenched her hands tightly and her delicate body couldn't help trembling.

"Niece Ruyan naturally regrets it."

Seeing this, Xuan Ye quickly said: "Over the past hundred years, niece Ru Yan has missed Senior Brother Yan a lot. As long as Senior Brother Yan can forgive her for her ignorance back then."

"She is willing to be a horse and serve Senior Brother Yan."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Ruyan's delicate body froze in place, slowly raised her head to look at Xuan Ye, and exclaimed: "Uncle Xuan, you..."

"The cultivation level is a bit low."

Old Monster Qiong glanced at Yan Ruyan, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "But it's okay to be Yan Yun's concubine."

"Please also ask Senior Qiong to give you more kind words."

The ancestor of the Yan family also stepped forward at this time, bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Ru Yan still retains her virginity and is willing to be Yan Yun's concubine."

"Let's wait until this matter is over."

The old monster Qiong looked deeply at the ancestor of the Yan family, and then his body swayed and disappeared directly on the spot.

It turned into a long straight line and fled towards the distance.

Looking at the old monster Qiong who was speeding away, Yan Ruyan turned sideways, looked at the ancestor of the Yan family, and asked: "Ancestor, I don't want to be someone else's concubine."

"It's not your turn to choose now."

Xuan Ye turned slightly sideways, looked at Yan Ruyan and said: "Yan Yun is now a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying. Although you have Tianling roots, you have not yet broken through to the Yuanying stage."

"this..."

Yan Ruyan opened her mouth, and her strong self-esteem made her think about refuting, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say.

"Besides, our Yan family is controlled by the Yanyue Sect. If you can become Yan Yun's concubine, you will be able to serve him."

Xuan Ye licked his lips and said with a smile: "It would be best if the Hidden Moon Sect can release its control over my Yan family."

The ancestor of the Yan family on the side narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded: "Yan Yun is a descendant of my Yan family after all, and now he is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Ru Yan, you must serve him well." "Ancestor, is it really true? Do you want me to be his concubine?"

Yan Ruyan froze on the spot, her mouth slightly opened, and couldn't help but make a sound.

"Humph."

The ancestor of the Yan family snorted, stared at Yan Ruyan and said, "What you should be thinking about now is how to please him, instead of being pretentious here."

"I..."

Yan Ruyan gritted her teeth and suddenly raised her head slowly, looking at the ancestor of the Yan family: "If I can break through to the Nascent Soul stage, can I not be his concubine?"

"Breaking through the Nascent Soul?"

The ancestor of the Yan family repeated, and then looked deeply at Yan Ruyan: "If you can break through the Nascent Soul stage within twenty years, there is no need to be his concubine."

"it is good!"

Yan Ruyan nodded vigorously: "Within twenty years, I will definitely break through the Nascent Soul stage."

After saying this, his eyes couldn't help but look towards the mountain peak behind him, his eyes twinkling.

Perhaps the treasures in this secret realm can help him break through.

At the same time, Yan Yun led Nangong Wan to a mountain covered with ice and snow.

The cold fog here is surging, as if it was frozen by a huge ice block.

"Is there a Nascent Soul cultivator here?"

Looking at Yan Yun who stopped suddenly, Nangong Wan's eyes flashed with surprise, and she couldn't help but ask.

Yan Yun looked at Nangong Wan and nodded: "Three."

Yan Yun, who practices the Divine Forging Technique and the Dayan Jue, has extremely powerful spiritual consciousness.

Although several people in the ice cast concealment spells, none of this could be concealed in Yan Yun's eyes.

There are three Yuanying monks in the ice, but their cultivation levels are not high. They are all in the early stage of Yuanying and have not reached the middle stage of Yuanying.

The three of them were members of the Demon Flame Sect, wearing red and black robes, with surging blazing flames emitting from their bodies.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly, and he patted the storage bag on his waist with his right hand.

Along with streams of light flying out of the storage bag.

The formation flags flew out quickly and plunged into the ice one by one.

The movement between the Nascent Soul cultivators was extremely loud, even if they were dozens of miles apart, they could still detect the movement here.

I don’t know the purpose of this formation, but it is naturally to isolate the sound and avoid being discovered by several other demonic monks.

It's not a good idea to alert the enemy.

As the formation flag fell to the ground, dazzling white streams of light wrapped around the formation flag.

"Buzz!"

As a buzzing sound sounded, streams of white light surged, directly covering the entire iceberg.

A transparent white formation light curtain appeared in front of him.

"Let's do it."

Yan Yun looked at Nangong Wan beside him, smiled slightly, and then his body disappeared out of thin air, then turned into a straight line and quickly escaped into the iceberg.

As Yan Yun escaped into it, he immediately attracted the attention of three Demon Flame Sect monks.

"who are you?"

The leading middle-aged monk from the Demon Flame Sect immediately raised his head, looked at Yan Yun, and shouted angrily.

But when he felt the middle stage cultivation of Yan Yun Yuanying, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Behind the middle-aged man, there were a pair of twin old women holding crutches and looking at Yan Yun cautiously.

Yan Yun glanced at the three of them and said calmly: "The person who sent you on your way."

While speaking, Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and an invisible breeze swept away.

The leading middle-aged monk from the Demon Flame Sect stiffened and fell straight to the ground.

"What magic power?"

"Be careful!"

……

The twin old women behind them immediately used their magic weapons, condensing a thick layer of magic flames in front of their bodies.

The power of Shangling Zhenfeng's sneak attack is extraordinary, and it can easily kill a Nascent Soul monk.

But when facing the prepared Nascent Soul cultivator, it is of little use.

Yan Yun slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of snow-white Shura Holy Fire quickly condensed in the palm of his hand.

Next to her, Nangong Wan gently raised her right hand.

A stream of vermilion light flew out of his hand.

The Vermilion Bird Ring condensed in mid-air, making a buzzing sound.

"I want to see how the Demon Flame Sect's flame method works."

Then he saw Nangong Wan pinching the magic formula, and the red bird ring grew in the wind, and it grew to the size of a millstone in an instant.

"Buzz!"

As buzzing sounds sounded, orange-red flames the size of heads flew out from the Suzaku ring.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Orange-red flames penetrated the air and struck heavily.

When the pair of white-haired old women saw this, they didn't dare to show any signs of neglect. They immediately bit the tip of their tongues and spit out blood.

With a "stab" sound, a group of emerald green flames condensed in front of him.

Under the combined force of the two, the flames continued to compress and solidify, making bursts of harsh roars.

The flames continuously collided, making an extremely harsh roar.

However, with the help of the formation, the roaring sound here did not reveal anything.

Seeing this, Yan Yun lightly touched the white flame in front of him.

The Shura Holy Fire flashed past and stretched extremely long. From a distance, it looked like a white straight line.

It quickly landed on the emerald green flame.

The flames condensed in the air out of thin air, turned into little green ice crystals, and fell out of thin air.

"What kind of method is this? How can even our demonic flames be swallowed up?"

Both of them were experts at playing with fire, and now they were shocked when they saw such a strange sight.

"ended."

Yan Yun waved his right hand lightly, and the white flame surged quickly, turning into a white dragon and quickly wrapped around the two old women.

"what!!!"

The two of them only had time to let out a shrill scream before they were completely enveloped in flames.

After just a few moments, it turned into a pile of charcoal and lost its life.

For the three Nascent Soul cultivators, it only took a few breaths from Yan Yun's start to the end.

The Nascent Soul cultivator, known as the old monster in the outside world, was as easy to crush to death as a tiny chick in Yan Yun's hands.

"Your strength is too terrifying."

Nangong Wan swallowed, looked at Yan Yun, and whispered: "I have never seen any mid-stage Yuanying monk who can kill an early-stage Yuanying monk so easily."

"hehe."

Yan Yun chuckled, flicked his wrist, and instantly put the three storage bags into his pockets.

"I kind of know why you have so many magic weapons and ancient treasures."

(End of this chapter)