Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

"Buzz." Yu Huan's eyes were flashing with purple light, and he did not avoid the oncoming yellow needle at all.

However, his right hand, which was originally holding the red ball, trembled violently, followed by a crisp "crack" sound.

The arm seemed to lose control and left his body in an instant, chasing the ball in front at an extremely fast speed and grabbing it.

Then the arm rotated in the air and quickly returned to its original position.

At the same time, the yellow needle hit Yu Huan's head almost synchronously, making a low explosion sound and flashing yellow light.

"Oops!"

"what……"

Two monks, a monk and an old woman, made two completely opposite sounds of surprise and joy respectively.

This was not because the two men had different thoughts in their minds, but because the monk saw with his own eyes that the flaming red ball was taken away by someone else, so he was naturally shocked and angry.

The old woman in the distance was filled with joy when she saw that the magic weapon she had practiced for hundreds of years actually hit the opponent's vital parts directly, and the opponent seemed to be unprepared.

Yu Huan took a few steps back before he could stabilize himself. He stood up straight again and stared at the old woman coldly. A small hole the size of a thumb was clearly visible on his temple, but soon, a silver light flashed in the hole and it gradually returned to normal without leaving any trace.

This scene made the old woman dumbfounded, but she immediately realized what was happening and suddenly let out a sharp cry:

"Huangmei needle, what did you do to my Huangmei needle?"

Yu Huan raised one hand woodenly. In his palm, the thin yellow needle was jumping continuously, trying to break free, but it was tightly surrounded by a dazzling silver light and could not escape.

When the old woman saw this scene, her face suddenly turned pale and her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But at this moment, Yu Huan suddenly rubbed his hands together, and a silver light shone brightly between his palms. The yellow needle instantly became dim and lost all its spirituality.

Stimulated by this, the old woman became dazed and couldn't help shouting loudly, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood. It was obvious that she had suffered serious internal injuries.

The monk in the grey robe had a livid face and didn't care about the wound on his back. He suddenly waved his hands and countless fist-sized silver light balls emerged from his hands, with the faint sound of wind and thunder, which was shocking.

However, when Yan Yun saw this scene, he sneered and his spiritual sense moved.

Yu Huan then woodenly clasped his hands together, and a strong silver light emanated from his whole body. The light shrank again, and he mysteriously disappeared without a trace on the spot.

These silver light balls hit the void one after another, but failed to produce any effect.

The monk and the old woman looked at each other and could see deep despair in each other's eyes.

At this moment, the golden threads around them were only seven or eight feet away from them. Even if they had supernatural powers, they were now in a desperate situation and could hardly escape.

Yan Yun was suspended high in the sky, with his hands behind his back, looking down coldly.

The Da Geng Sword Formation finally merged into one, and countless golden threads finally gathered into a huge golden ball of light.

Inside the light ball, there was first a thunderous explosion, causing the entire light ball to shake violently. Then, the screams of the old woman and the monk rang out one after another.

Through the perspective of his spiritual eyes, Yan Yun could clearly see that the bodies of these two middle-Nascent Soul cultivators were cut into pieces by countless sharp blades in a short period of time.

Although the Nascent Soul hidden in the body held on for a moment, under the continuous attacks of so many golden threads, it eventually turned into green light and disappeared from this world without a trace.

As for the two people's storage bags and the many treasures they controlled, nothing was spared and they were all destroyed without a trace by the tremendous power of the sword formation.

Only two faint extremely cold flames, one yellow and the other green, remained, quietly suspended in the air.

Yan Yun sighed softly, and the expression on his face seemed slightly relaxed, but there was a hint of loneliness and solitude that was difficult to conceal.

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly a silver light flashed around him. Yu Huan appeared silently and stretched out a hand forward. The fiery red ball that was previously snatched appeared in Yan Yun's sight.

Yan Yun silently stretched out his hands to take the ball and began to observe its structure carefully.

From the surface, the sphere appears translucent, and a dazzling red flame can be vaguely seen rolling inside. Upon closer inspection, it is found that there is a miniature firebird dancing inside it, which is lifelike and amazing.

Around this firebird, there are various colorful runes. After careful observation of each rune.
They were all a kind of ancient language that he could not quite understand. Although Yan Yun had a deep understanding of ancient characters, he still could not identify the approximate source of these characters.

It seems like a completely new ancient writing system!

Yan Yun looked at it for a long time, frowning slightly.

Since these two people took out this item at a critical moment of life and death, it must be extremely important and a treasure that they regard as their last trump card.

However, although this sphere seemed mysterious, it seemed to contain a large amount of fire attribute spiritual power. But if it could break his Da Geng sword formation with just this little spiritual power, it would be a fantasy.

Therefore, the true power of this thing probably lies mainly in those runes. Unfortunately, he could not recognize any of these ancient characters, so he could not understand their meaning.

Now was not the time for him to study this thing in depth. Yan Yun thought for a moment, took out several more forbidden talismans from his storage bag, and attached them to the sphere.
Then he took out a wooden box that looked like metal but was actually not, and carefully placed the ball in it for further research in the future.

At this time, Yan Yun looked up in the direction of the Qilin phantom, and saw that in this short period of time, the size of the phantom had shrunk by almost half.

However, the fire crow floating and moving inside its body seemed full of energy, and its size had even increased by about one third.

Seeing this, Yan Yun touched his chin, his eyes showing a thoughtful expression. He decided not to take back the true fire for the time being, but first formed seals with his hands and chanted a spell.

In an instant, hundreds of golden lights emerged from the void below. After trembling for a few times, most of the light dissipated, and finally only thirty-six golden swords remained.

Yan Yun waved his sleeves indifferently, and the small swords immediately turned into long golden rainbows and merged into his wide sleeves. Then he turned his gaze and fell on the two cold flames in the distance.

The two balls of cold flames lay motionless below, flickering with a faint glow, and seemed inconspicuous at first glance.

Yan Yun did not immediately take action on the two balls of cold flames in his hands. Instead, he tilted his head slightly to the side and concentrated on deep thought.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze swept across the Five Demons behind him, and then turned to the two balls of cold flames below, as if he had instantly comprehended some important information, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

His laughter echoed throughout the cave like thunder.

"That's great! This adventure trip has been really fruitful!" Yan Yun's laughter gradually stopped and he whispered to himself.

He gently waved his hands towards the void below, and two balls of cold flames were pulled up by an invisible force and appeared in front of him in an instant.

Along with a thunderous sound, Yan Yun released countless thin golden arcs of electricity, which bound the two balls of cold flames into small golden balls and carefully stored them in a black ice box.

After completing this series of actions, Yan Yun waved his sleeves again, took out the black jade bottle, and silently chanted a spell, trying to seal the Five Heart Demons back into the jade bottle.

The Five Demons seemed to have sensed Yan Yun's intention and appeared somewhat hesitant, as if they were unwilling to return to the jade bottle again.

Yan Yun's face darkened and he uttered a stern cry. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped. The silver ring on the Five Demons' body immediately trembled and emitted a green light.

The Five Demons had suffered heavy damage from these rings many times before. When they saw this situation, they dared not disobey Yan Yun's orders anymore. They let out wailing sounds and quickly turned into five gray-white auras and drilled into the jade bottle.

Yan Yun nodded with satisfaction, put the small bottle into his sleeve and kept it carefully.

As for Yu Huan next to him, Yan Yun did not intend to take him back. Instead, he took out an emerald green high-level spirit stone from his storage bag, tapped it gently on the puppet, and replaced the spirit stone that was about to be exhausted in its body.

When the puppet is not fighting at full strength, the consumption of spirit stones can be said to be negligible.

He took a step, and his body landed among the surrounding rocks as lightly as a feather, standing in front of a large rock with some thousand-year-old black jade particles exposed.

The surface of this huge stone is covered with white soil, shining with a faint white light.

Yan Yun raised his eyebrows, slid his hand across the storage bag, and a long bottle with a thin neck appeared in his palm.

He gently pointed at the bottle, and the lid flew off automatically. Then he tilted it slightly, and a thick black liquid poured out, releasing bursts of pungent gray mist, which was almost exactly the same as the Yin Ling Water that Bai Mengxin had used.

These liquids are exactly the "sunken water" that Yan Yun brought back after accidentally entering the dark and foggy place.

At that time, he thought the water was quite strange, so he collected a lot of it in various containers.

Later, in his spare time, he conducted special research on this.

However, he only found that although the water was viscous and cold, it had no other special effects except that it could temporarily add some Yin Fire to the magic weapon, so he kept it in the storage bag.

It was not until he went deep into the Xuanyu Cave and witnessed with his own eyes the process of Bai Mengxin obtaining the ten thousand year old Xuanyu that he suddenly realized that these so-called "Yin Ling Water" were exactly the same as these "Sinking Water".

Although he did not rashly use his divine sense to confirm the real difference between the two in front of Master Hanli and others, he was already very excited in his heart, and he was more than half confident that the two substances were most likely of the same kind.

After all, the name "Chenshui" was just given by the monk who mistakenly entered the dark land, and both of them are cold liquids and are so similar in appearance.

Now, Yan Yun was the only one left in the mysterious Xuanyu Cave. Naturally, he tried to challenge this difficult problem without giving in.

Yan Yun gently pointed his finger at the strange black liquid, and then the whole black liquid moved slightly and slowly rose above the stone. Then, it shook, as if a drop of crystal clear liquid was sprinkled, and instantly merged into the white light below.

Sure enough, everything was exactly the same as when Bai Mengxin obtained the black jade. The black liquid flashed across the surface of the black jade and quickly blended into it, while covering the black jade with a layer of light gray mist.

Yan Yun was overjoyed. He flicked his finger lightly and a green light ball the size of a mung bean shot out and hit the black jade accurately.

A slight "bang" sound was heard, and the black jade shook slightly, then automatically fell off the stone and was easily sucked into Yan Yun's hand.

He concentrated on observing the black jade in his hand, and then looked around the cave at the veins of minerals flashing white light. A satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Although it was obviously unrealistic to fill the entire cave with the amount of "sinking water" he carried, there was no doubt that he could take away most of the exposed black jade.

Thinking this in his mind, Yan Yun quickly slapped the storage bag again, and a long-necked bottle of similar shape immediately appeared in his hand. He threw it to his companion Yu Huan next to him.

The puppet took the jade bottle silently, then its body shook slightly, and in an instant it moved to another corner of the cave. Holding the bottle full of "sinking water" in one hand and the storage bag in the other, it began to collect the black jade busily.

The same was true for Yan Yun. They both had their own things to do, and together they embarked on this endless collecting journey.

As time went by, a few hours later, the mysterious jade cold air that had filled the entire cave gradually dissipated, and the white spots of light that had originally spread throughout the cave were now scattered, having been reduced by more than two-thirds.

When Yan Yun dropped the last drop of "sinking water" on a piece of black jade and successfully put it into the storage bag, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he looked around, a trace of regret appeared on his face.

If he had known that these "sinking waters" had such magical effects, he would definitely have brought more Yin Ling water.

However, even so, the number of ten thousand year old black jades he has collected is really jaw-dropping. The total number of ten thousand year old black jades of various sizes that he carefully selected is as high as thousands. Unfortunately, some of the larger black jades only need a drop of Yin Ling Water. Otherwise, the number he can obtain will be far more than this. (End of this chapter)