Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

"I can help you perform the magic infusion technique, but I have to be frank. With your situation, you only have a 50% chance of advancing to the next level after the magic infusion."

The black wolf head glanced at the big-headed monster and said calmly.

At this point, Yuansha Saint Patriarch changed the subject:
"But even if you fail to advance, your life span will be greatly increased after becoming a saint. You will still have the opportunity to advance to the God Transformation Stage on your own."

"Half? Even if it's only one-tenth, Ye will still give it a try."

The big-headed monster laughed wildly and said without hesitation: "Just tell me how to help you get out of this predicament."

"The task of destroying the wolf soul is now entirely up to you. As long as this task can be successfully accomplished, then you can rest assured to leave the magic infusion to me."

Although the voice of the black wolf head remains the same, it is undoubtedly extremely tempting to the big-headed monster.

He stared at the giant wolf, his expression changing constantly and hesitantly.

"Excuse me, where is that wolf spirit?"

After a brief thought, the weirdo from the Ye family finally made up his mind and asked without hesitation, without any intention of bargaining at all.

"Fellow Daoist Ye is indeed a wise man! Among the two teleportation arrays that you teleported here, one leads to the palace where the wolf soul is housed."

Seeing that the strange man did not dwell too much on the details, the black wolf head showed appreciation in his eyes, and answered in a concise and clear manner.

"If that's the case, the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Poison Saint Sect may have entered there first. The situation may be a little complicated. I will go there now and do my best to destroy the wolf soul."

The big-headed monster whispered a few words to himself, and quickly made hand gestures with his hands. The teleportation array under his feet flashed, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

……

At this moment, Yan Yun was standing in front of the gate of Kunwu Palace. He was looking at the scene inside the palace with a joyful smile on his face.

"I never thought that I could see the Northern Lights again here."

He wandered around in the dense silver light in front of him for several circles, confirming once again that these lights were exactly the same as those he saw in the Demon Valley.

However, these rays of light did not come from any rock, but came from hundreds of stone pillars inside the hall that were as thick as a person could hug.

The entire hall was shrouded in these lights, making it impossible for people to see what secrets were hidden behind the hall.

At this moment, a burst of extremely arrogant laughter suddenly came from behind Yan Yun, as if it came from a very far away place.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, do you plan to die under the Northern Lights, or do you want us to use our magic weapons to send you off?"

Hearing this voice, Yan Yun couldn't help but frowned and looked back.

Through the huge palace gate, one can vaguely see two rows of golden magnetic trees in the distance, of which only a dozen or so are left.

Old Demon Qian and his group, as well as monsters like the Silver-winged Yaksha, have actually chased to the gate of the palace.

While they continued to use various treasures to attack the remaining giant trees, they observed Yan Yun through the palace door. Everyone had a different expression.

Except for the monsters who knew about the existence of the Arctic Yuan Light from the beginning, everyone else had rich experience and recognized the Arctic Yuan Light in front of them almost at the first moment.

Therefore, their mood can be described as mixed.

The good news is that the North Pole Yuan Light blocked the road, and Yan Yun was unable to rush into the hall to search for treasure.

What is worrying is that they seem unable to pass through this sudden restriction of the Northern Lights. How to obtain the treasure next is really a headache.

However, the voice of the old demon Qian seemed vague and even carried a sense of indifference and sarcasm.

This Northern Light is a dead end for the monks who are not prepared in advance. No wonder the old demon looks so gloating.

Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

He then tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a black ring flew out of the bag. After circling, it grew rapidly in the wind above his head and turned into a giant ring with a diameter of about ten feet.

The runes on this ring are flashing, and it seems quite extraordinary. It is the Yin-Yang Ring.

Yan Yun calmly pointed at the giant ring, and it immediately covered him head on. At the same time, a spell was cast on it quickly, and a misty light shield appeared on the ring, protecting Yan Yun tightly inside.

When this scene unfolded before everyone's eyes, the laughter of the old demon Qian suddenly stopped, and the monks and monsters behind him also stood there in a daze, their faces full of disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

"How can he resist the Northern Lights?"

Faced with the situation before them, they could not help but pause their spellcasting, and their movements to urge their magic weapons to attack the golden magnetic wood were a little slow.

However, under the gazes of everyone, Yan Yun rushed towards the dense silver light without fear, and the protective shield above his head protected him unharmed.

Whenever the Arctic Light shone on him, it would miraculously turn and automatically avoid him.

Everyone was surprised and dumbfounded by this amazing scene.

Yan Yun's figure quickly disappeared in the Arctic Yuan Light, without a trace.

In an instant, the Silver-winged Yaksha recovered from the shock and shouted sternly, "Hurry up and act. We must not let this kid take the treasure away!"

Ge Tianhao responded with a sullen face: "Even if we speed up, we can't get through the obstruction of the Northern Lights!"

The old demon Qian snorted coldly, and the giant white shadow transformed by the Five Demons suddenly leaped up, no longer paying attention to the remaining golden magnetic wood, and ran straight towards the temple gate.

Ge Tianhao and others were shocked and exclaimed in low voices.

However, when the huge white shadow stepped into the remaining magnetic field of the golden magnetic spirit wood, a powerful force immediately pressed down and pinned it firmly to the ground, making it unable to move.

The white shadow let out a deafening roar, the light gradually dissipated, and an invisible blood shadow shot out from it. After flying more than ten steps, it was pulled back to the ground by a powerful force.

However, the blood shadow did not give up. It trembled its body and walked towards the hall step by step like an ordinary person.

This scene shocked the Nascent Souls and monsters present.

The Silver-winged Yaksha decisively turned around and said to the ugly woman, "Now that things have come to this, we can only rely on the magical powers of Fellow Daoist Gui. Please start the action, we can't wait any longer, these treasures must not fall into the hands of others!"

The ugly woman nodded solemnly, and then her whole body glowed white. She suddenly rolled to the ground, and between flashes of light, a huge black and white turtle appeared in front of everyone and quickly crawled forward.

The monster actually showed its true form. The lion beast and the silver-winged Yaksha jumped onto the turtle's back at the same time, and the giant turtle just happened to enter the magnetic field range of the golden magnetic wood.

However, the lion beast and the silver-winged yaksha were shaking slightly, and they were struggling to support themselves on the turtle's back, unable to move.

However, the giant turtle's body was shining with black and white light, and its limbs were steady and powerful. It seemed to be completely unaffected and continued to crawl forward quickly.

However, in reality, they are not without influence.

When the three monsters entered the magnetic field, strange golden runes suddenly appeared around them, and these runes silently merged into the bodies of the three monsters.

Despite the three demons' best efforts to resist, the runes continued to invade.

The giant turtle did not seem to be affected too much, but the faces of the Silver-winged Yaksha and the Lion Beast immediately turned pale and weak after each rune invaded their bodies, as if they had suffered extremely severe restrictions.

Fortunately, the remaining golden magnetic light energy did not affect a wide range, and the giant turtle took only a few moments to successfully escape from the area with its three companions.

The two monsters breathed a sigh of relief, and their mental state was immediately greatly restored.

The giant turtle and the other two monsters floated down. In an instant, light shone from their bodies, and they returned to their original ugly appearance.

However, this wrinkled face looked particularly pale, as if the test of the golden magnetic light had just been passed and they had consumed a lot of their energy.

The three monsters moved as fast as lightning and rushed into the hall without hesitation.

At this moment, the old demon Qian, who had already turned into a blood shadow, was one step ahead of them and quickly merged into the hall.

The three monsters just happened to catch a glimpse of countless silver threads penetrating the blood shadow, leaving its body covered with countless wounds.

However, a dazzling blood light suddenly burst out around the blood shadow. Although the body was suffering damage, it was still constantly repairing itself.

Faced with such a situation, the blood shadow transformed by Old Demon Qian was not afraid at all, and disappeared in the North Pole Yuan Light in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, the three monsters no longer dared to hesitate, as if they had already discussed the response strategy.

The lion-beast suddenly stood in the front, opening its bloody mouth.
A golden sound wave gushed out from his mouth silently, and wherever it went, all the silver threads instantly turned into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the Silver-Winged Yaksha flapped its wings vigorously, and a strong green wind whizzed out from the wings, cooperating with the golden wave, and immediately blew those broken silver threads away without a trace.

Under the continuous sweep of these two magical powers, a "vacuum area" was finally revealed.

The three monsters seized the opportunity, quickly broke in, and then cautiously moved towards the depths of the hall.

At the same time, Yan Yun stood in the depths of Kunwu Palace, took a deep breath, and looked back at the dense silver light threads behind him.

"That ancient cultivator was so cunning that he even carefully set up an illusion array in the Northern Lights. If I didn't have the clear eyes, I would have had some difficulty getting out of here."

After muttering to himself, Yan Yun turned to the front.

He is now in the back half of the Kunwu Hall. Although the area is not large, in front of him, there are two rows of more than a dozen wooden chairs of various shapes, forming a place similar to a meeting room.

At the end of these wooden chairs, there is a light golden chair placed in the center. Next to this chair, there is a green desk that is ten feet high.

Although the chair looked ordinary and was merely carved from golden spiritual wood, the desk was actually emerald green and exuded a rich spiritual energy.

You can tell at first glance that it is not an ordinary thing, not to mention that it is covered by a layer of green light at this time. Through this layer of light, you can vaguely see the outlines of several items placed on the jade table.

There is no doubt that this is the treasure of Kunwu Temple!
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked around, only to find that there was no one around and nothing that caught his attention. Finally, he returned his sight to the front and looked upwards.

On the wall behind the light golden chair, there hung a seemingly ordinary painting - a picture of three people looking at the moon.

In a lush green bamboo forest, a monk, a Taoist priest and a Confucian scholar were sitting quietly on the edge of a cliff, facing the bright full moon.

This picture is only about one foot in size. The picture is slightly yellowed and looks a little dim, without any sparkle at all.

After observing for a moment, Yan Yun slowly lowered his head, and a sword thread of spiritual power cut through the void and landed heavily on the painting.

With a "rip" sound.

Amidst the flashing golden light, the picture of three people looking at the moon was completely torn apart, and the fragments floated in the air like snowflakes.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the bluestone ground more than ten feet behind Yan Yun suddenly cracked, and dazzling light flashed among the rubble. Several shadows were pierced through from behind by several golden and silver sharp edges.

However, before it could get close, it was blown away by a violent bolt of lightning.

The golden and silver light stopped, revealing a golden and silver pointed shuttle-shaped magic weapon.

"Hee hee hee!"

Then, a pleasant female laughter was heard, followed by a dazzling flash of light, and a huge gold and silver monster slowly rose from the ground.

The huge golden and silver object was actually a giant shuttle several meters long. Its surface was shining with golden light like a mirror. No one knew what material it was made of.

"Fellow Daoist is really very vigilant. Even with such an attack, he still couldn't succeed. Tsk tsk, what kind of martial arts did you practice? Can you tell me a little bit about it?"

The few small golden and silver shuttles that had just attacked Yan Yun, circled and flew back the moment the giant shuttle appeared, and disappeared into the giant shuttle. At the same time, the young woman's surprised voice was heard from inside the giant shuttle.

A smile appeared on Yan Yun's lips. He did not choose to dodge, but let the green handkerchief fall.

Seeing that the green handkerchief trapped Yan Yun, the woman appeared mysteriously. She was none other than Madam Mu from the Huaxian Sect.

The woman knew Yan Yun's powerful strength, so she knew that the green scarf could not trap Yan Yun for long. When she saw that the sneak attack was successful, she did not dare to delay and turned into a white rainbow and flew to the table.

As he raised his hand, a silver token appeared in the palm of his hand, with silver light flashing on it, and a silver mist spurted out and hit the green light shield.

The wall that looked extremely solemn and heavy began to dissolve under the silver glow, just like snow melting in the spring sun. It disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, revealing the true appearance of several objects on the altar.

Four stacked blood-red wooden signs, a small purple sword, a palm-sized demon-subduing staff, a glowing red book, and an emerald green seal with a lifelike five-clawed dragon carved on its surface.

Seeing these things, the woman's face was filled with joy. After her eyes lingered on the seal for a moment, she immediately flicked her long sleeves, wanting to put all the things into her bag.

"I finally waited for you to take action."

At this moment, Yan Yun's voice came faintly. (End of this chapter)