Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 296: Remaining Joy and Prestige
"In fact, there is no special meaning. Although I don't know what kind of relationship you two have, and what kind of conspiracy you have, I am too lazy to delve into it."

"It's just that you let me engage in a fierce battle with the monks of Xiaoji Palace, and you were hiding evil intentions behind the scenes. This alone is enough for me to kill you."

"Moreover, what I hate most in my life is being used by others. Moreover, I will never let anyone else know that I have a magical treasure, so it is better for the two of you to disappear from the human world as soon as possible."

Yan Yun said this in a flat tone, then closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the two of them, and began to silently make hand gestures and cast spells, with low incantations constantly coming from his mouth.

The gray-robed monk and the old woman were both extremely surprised, and instantly noticed the violent surge of spiritual energy around them, so they hurriedly looked around to check the situation.

Dozens of feet away from their sight, golden light flickered, and then, strands of fine golden threads as fine as hair appeared strangely in front of everyone. These threads kept flickering and jumping, seemingly chaotic, but they all moved in the same direction. The whole process was silent, without any sound, which seemed extremely mysterious.

"This is a sword formation!" When the old woman saw Yan Yun suddenly turn hostile and attack, she quickly glanced around and couldn't help but shouted.

The gray-robed monk's heart tightened. Although he was shocked and puzzled that Yan Yun could defeat Master Hanli, he still tried to suppress his emotions and shouted to the sky:
"Brother Yan, please don't misunderstand me. This Taoist friend and I have no ill will. There are probably many monks from Xiaoji Palace waiting outside the Xuling Palace. If Master Hanli fails to leave this place, then Brother Yan may not be able to escape smoothly. Therefore, we should work together to fight the enemy. As for the matter of Tongtian Lingbao, the two of us can swear a blood oath to keep this matter a secret."

"No need for that. I only believe that the dead will not reveal secrets!" Yan Yun responded with a sneer after hearing the monk's words.

"Brother Mojiu, there is no need to say anything more. Just look at the things behind this man. He has such a powerful backing, how could he take us seriously?" The old woman flipped her hand, and the yellow cane appeared in her hand. She looked at the monk and said coldly.

The monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he looked carefully and found that it was Yu Huan who was previously blocked by Yan Yun, and five human skeletons standing more than ten feet behind him. His face suddenly became a little ugly.

"What are those things? Who is that person?" The monk was very surprised.

"Those skeletons seem to be the legendary Five Sons of the Concentric Demon, and I don't know the identity of the other one. Perhaps it was because of these items that he was able to unexpectedly and severely injure Master Hanli. That fellow Taoist did not mention that if these Five Sons of the Demon are really the five demons of the fallen Demon Qian, then even if we join forces, I'm afraid we won't be able to fight against them."

"The only way is to end the battle as soon as possible and eliminate Yan boy first. In this way, these items will not pose a threat to us. But for now, we should try to break this sword formation first. If we really can't deal with it, we will have to use the magic weapon originally prepared to deal with Master Hanli to deal with this person."

The old woman moved her lips slightly and whispered to the monk.

"It seems that this is the only way. However, this cultivator is not practicing ice-attributed techniques, so the effectiveness of the treasure may be greatly reduced."

The monk sighed and also communicated with others through his spiritual consciousness.

"This situation is unavoidable. Fortunately, the opponent is not a late Nascent Soul cultivator. Although we cannot completely destroy him, it should not be a problem to inflict heavy damage on him. This time we did make a miscalculation. We knew that this young man named Yan Yun was extremely powerful, far surpassing late-stage cultivators, but we never expected that he would be so difficult to deal with."

"We had planned to use his power to consume most of Master Hanli's strength, and then we would strike him with a single sword and win. However, he actually defeated the old man Hanli directly, and he himself was unharmed. If we had known this earlier, we should not have participated in this dispute."

The old woman said angrily.

"Since it has already happened, Fellow Daoist Long does not need to blame himself. Although we used that treasure, we got a Tongtian Lingbao and the Five Sons of the Heart Demon in exchange. Overall, we still gained something." The monk saw that he could not persuade Yan Yun to stop, and the surrounding golden threads were gradually approaching, and his face became gloomy. At the same time, he suddenly exuded a cold aura, which was in sharp contrast to his previous kind face, as if he was two completely different people.

Hearing the monk's words, the old woman just snorted coldly, then she threw the walking stick in her hand suddenly into the air. In a flash of yellow light, it turned into a yellow monster that looked like a horse but not a horse, with fangs in its mouth.

The old woman cast a spell to drive the monster, and after spinning at low altitude for a while, it suddenly opened its mouth, and countless yellow lights gushed out, sweeping towards a certain direction.

These lights turned out to be thousands of palm-sized yellow flying swords, each of which was flashing dazzling light and appeared extremely sharp.

The monk put his hands together, and when he opened them, a huge silver wheel appeared in each hand. He waved the wheels into the air, and the two wheels expanded rapidly, turning into two silver balls the size of wheels, and then rolled in the same direction with great momentum.

Yan Yun had opened his eyes again at this time, overlooking the actions of the two monks below, with no emotion on his face.

When he saw the yellow flying swords and two silver balls rushing into the golden thread one after another, and then being cut into pieces by the sword thread in an instant and falling to the ground, his eyes remained as calm as before.

"What kind of sword formation is this, and why is it so powerful?"

The old woman and the monk witnessed this scene and couldn't help but gasp. They looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

The two monks would certainly not give up just because of one attempt, so the old woman raised one hand, and a square light blue brick-shaped ancient treasure immediately appeared in her hand. As the spell sounded, she released it without hesitation.

The brick suddenly increased in size and turned into a giant as big as a building, and then it violently slammed into the distance with a dazzling blue light.

The same scene happened again.

In the void, dense golden threads flashed by, and the treasure was instantly cut into countless pieces, like gorgeous fireworks, disappearing without a trace in a distant place.

"This is impossible. This blue gold brick is made of refined blue gold and is extremely tough. How could it be destroyed so easily?"

The old woman finally couldn't contain her shock and shouted loudly.

The monk in gray monk's robe frowned and suddenly let out a low growl. He pointed at the seemingly inconspicuous rat-like beast.

Suddenly, this mysterious creature's body was flashing with gray light, and its abdomen was expanding rapidly at an incredible speed.

In a flash, the belly originally covered with soft hair had expanded to several times its original size. Then, accompanied by a slight "pop", the creature opened its sharp mouth.

In an instant, a gray sound wave visible to the naked eye gushed out of the creature's mouth like a tide. As soon as it left the mouth, it made a buzzing sound like a raging sea and swept straight towards the golden threads.

The monk was quick-witted. Seeing that the tangible treasures could not break the sword formation in front of him, he immediately mobilized the invisible power and launched a fierce attack on the sword formation.

As soon as the gray sound wave rushed into the golden threads, the golden threads trembled slightly, and then all turned into giant sword lights over ten feet long in the dazzling golden light. They slashed at the sound wave with lightning speed, shattering the gray wave into pieces and finally dissipating.

Then, these golden sword lights flashed by and turned back into golden threads again, continuing to surround the two people in the center, as if the previous changes had never happened, giving people an unfathomable and terrifying feeling.

At this moment, the gray-robed monk's face suddenly became as gloomy as water, and looked extremely dark. The sword formation in front of him was so profound that it far exceeded their initial predictions and assumptions.

Yan Yun glanced at the two people below. Although their facial expressions had changed drastically, they never showed any real shock or panic. It was obvious that they were thinking about countermeasures. Yan Yun's eyes flickered and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, as if he had noticed something.

At this time, the old woman and another companion once again took out several precious magic weapons, trying to resist further invasion of the sword thread.

Yan Yun's eyes lit up, and Yu Huan, who had been standing silently behind him, suddenly emanated a faint spiritual light from his body, and then disappeared without a trace.

Soon after, the golden threads surrounding the sword formation were only twenty feet away from the two monks in the center.

Faced with such a dilemma, the old woman and the gray-robed monk even decided to use a lot of magic power and even destroy the ancient treasures they had sacrificed in order to fight against the threat of the sword thread.

Although their efforts caused the golden threads to temporarily stop, they were still unable to stop them from moving closer to the center.

"This sword formation is too strange. It is difficult to break it with ordinary magic weapons. We must use the mysterious item as soon as possible. Only its powerful force can destroy this sword formation!"

The old woman looked at the approaching golden thread, and fear finally showed on her face. She turned to the gray-robed monk and spoke anxiously.

"Using that item can certainly break the sword formation, but how should we deal with Yan Yun next?" The gray-robed monk seemed a little hesitant.

"We can't worry about that now. As long as we can break the sword formation, we still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, when the sword formation is completely closed, we will surely die, and it will be meaningless even if we leave this thing behind."

The old woman answered without hesitation.

Hearing this, the gray-robed monk's facial muscles twitched slightly. He looked around and found that the golden thread had shrunk several feet towards the center in a short period of time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded with difficulty.

Then he reached out and patted the storage bag at his waist, and a strange object immediately appeared in his hand.

It was a fiery red sphere with a diameter of about the size of a fist. Its entire body was bright red, making it impossible to see what secrets were hidden inside.

However, on the surface of the sphere, there was a forbidden talisman with gold and silver colors interwoven. The gray-robed monk carefully held up the sphere, with a very serious expression on his face, as if he was performing a major ceremony.

“Fellow Daoist Mojiu, please take action immediately! If this thing releases energy at a distance that is too close, we may also be affected.”

The old woman looked at the golden threads of the sword formation that were only ten feet away from them and shouted sharply.

The gray-robed monk sighed and raised his right hand to tear off the talisman on the red ball, as if he was about to activate this mysterious object.

However, at this critical moment, a faint silver light suddenly flashed behind him, and a figure quietly emerged from the void. His movements were as light as a ghost, so that the gray-robed monk did not notice anything unusual.

The old woman standing opposite the gray-robed monk keenly captured this scene. She immediately exclaimed, her face full of surprise and fear.

"Be careful, benefactor, there is something strange behind you!"

The elderly woman warned him with her loud and stern voice, and slowly raised her sleeves. A yellow light instantly flew out from the cuffs and headed straight for the vague figure.

The monk in the gray robe became alert immediately after hearing the old woman's warning. Without thinking too much, he immediately adjusted his body posture and prepared to quickly flee the scene.

At the same time, the fiery red ball in his hand was subconsciously put back into his sleeve.

However, his response was still a little hesitant.

At this moment, a graceful female cultivator appeared behind him. This was naturally Yu Huan, a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.

It moved its body, and one hand directly inserted into the back of the gray-robed monk, while the other hand tightly grasped the fiery red ball.

This series of actions was as fast and violent as a storm.

The monk uttered a dull groan and his body shook involuntarily a few times.

Although Yu Huan's silver palm easily penetrated his protective aura, the moment it touched the monk's back, the shadow of a strange bird with black feathers appeared from his back.

Although Yu Huan's palm released a strong silver light, it still easily cut the strange bird phantom in half, but this caused its movement to pause slightly for a moment, giving the monk a chance to escape the fatal attack.

In the end, Yu Huan's palm only left a deep wound on the monk's shoulder, and blood gushed out.

The other hand that was originally holding the fiery red ball was about to successfully seize the treasure, but the ball suddenly broke free from the monk's hand and flew quickly towards the old woman on the other side.

The old woman sprayed out a yellow light which had already reached the front of the humanoid puppet, and it turned out to be a shining yellow needle.

(End of this chapter)