Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

"What's going on? Could it be that my White Sorrow Needle has become a mere decoration and can't even deal with a mere spirit insect?"

The face of the practitioner who took the initiative to attack suddenly darkened, and he was obviously extremely angry. However, the practitioner wearing a cloak squinted his eyes and said seriously.

"It is really so. Please allow me to investigate!"

The monk who released the slender steel needle treasure was suddenly startled, and instantly sent his spiritual sense far away, doing his best to conduct a detailed search.

However, just a moment later, his face hidden under the cloak revealed an unusually solemn expression. As expected, he did not detect any trace of the golden spirit insect in that area.

This sudden accident caused an inaudible whisper to escape his mouth.

At the same time, another monk raised his hands without hesitation and used the green hammer to protect his body.

One person was surrounded by many thin white magic powers, and the two magic weapons suddenly built a solid defense line together to protect the two people.

"I wonder which senior is hiding behind us? I hope you can show up and see me! Don't hide in the dark like a ghost anymore!"

The monk who released the white magic power roared suddenly, scanning the surrounding environment with sharp eyes, and a powerful aura that shook the world burst out from his body in an instant.

The surroundings fell into silence. Not even a single figure could be detected in the darkness. It was as if there was no one in the place.

The cultivator who had shouted loudly suddenly became furious. He immediately snorted coldly and quickly formed some magical spells with his hands, preparing to cast some powerful spell to force the other party out.

However, at this moment, a faint buzzing sound came from all directions, and the volume gradually increased, as if it was approaching everyone at an alarming speed.

In an instant, the hearts of these practitioners tightened, and they all stared with wide eyes in the direction of the source of the sound.

A moment later, spots of brilliant golden light appeared in the darkness, and each beam of light contained a golden beetle.

Their numbers kept increasing, becoming as dense as a swarm of bees, and they actually trapped everyone in the central area.

This scene caused the masked practitioners to panic.

Even the two leading practitioners were secretly shocked.

Especially those practitioners who have attacked similar spiritual insects before are well aware of the difficulty of dealing with this type of spiritual insects. Now that so many of them have appeared at once, dealing with them is undoubtedly a daunting task.

Therefore, the face hidden under the cloak became extremely gloomy in an instant, and his spiritual sense continued to explore the surroundings, trying to find the practitioner who controlled these spiritual insects.

However, no matter how repeatedly he searched, the other party's invisible trace could never be captured, and he could not detect any abnormalities at all.

This made him feel even more depressed!
This means that the other party either has a special magic weapon or secret technique that can cover their tracks, or their cultivation and magical powers far exceed theirs. In either case, it seems to foreshadow the impending difficulties!
"Since you have used spirit insects to trap us, you should at least give a reason. You still don't want to show up. Are you really the kind of person who hides and dodges?"

Another masked practitioner holding a jade hammer uttered a stern rebuke, while the treasure in front of him trembled slightly, and green light flickered.

"Haha, it's not difficult to see me. I'll be there soon. Fellow Daoist Miaohe, I came all the way here just for you, so how can I not see you?"

Suddenly, a sneer came from the depths of darkness, followed by a man's indifferent voice sounding simultaneously from all directions.

Judging from the tone of voice, it seemed as if this person was still in a very far away place.

"Your surname is Yan? May I ask your name? When did I become grudge against you?"

Upon hearing the man's voice, the masked practitioner's body trembled slightly. He raised his right hand and tore open his cloak, revealing a seemingly young face dressed in Taoist clothing, with a look of confusion and surprise.

It was none other than the True Lord Miao He who had successfully taken over another’s body!
The practitioner waving the white silk next to him also took off his cloak. It turned out to be the old man in yellow robe who accompanied Miao He during the day. However, his face was gloomy and his eyes were fixed on the darkness in the distance.

As for the practitioners behind him, they were naturally the disciples of these two Nascent Soul stage practitioners.

What is puzzling is why these people quietly left Biling Island in the middle of the night and behaved in an extremely sneaky manner.

When Miao He asked, all that could be heard from all directions was a burst of wild laughter from the mysterious man, which then stopped abruptly, and it was obvious that he had no intention of responding.

This made everyone present confused!
"Fellow Daoist Miaohe, is this person your enemy?" asked the old man in yellow robe with a frown.

After all, according to what the other party said, it seemed that he came to seek revenge on Master Miaohe, which made him quite hesitant.

"It's really unknown. I have no impression of the enemy named Yan."

Miao He flicked the whisk in his hand and answered expressionlessly. However, he was full of doubts in his heart, and he could not figure out how such an extraordinary opponent could exist.

"No matter who this person is, since he dares to come to visit us, he must not be a good person. You need to be extremely vigilant, fellow Taoist." The old man in yellow robe seemed to be quite concerned about the mysterious monk who had not yet appeared. After a slight hesitation, he kindly reminded him.

"I understand this, but this person is undoubtedly a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. How could I have no impression of an enemy of this level? His surname is Yan..."

Master Miao He muttered a few words in a low voice and remained silent for a long while.

However, during this brief thought, a sound of breaking air was suddenly heard in the dark night sky, followed by a dazzling blue light flying through the air, flashing several times and then directly pouring into the army of insects.

At the end of the escaping light, the wind and clouds suddenly subsided, revealing the figure of a young man in green clothes.

This person moved, easily looked at Miao He and others, and smiled coldly:
"Tsk tsk, just as expected. I have been waiting here for a long time, and you guys actually plan to go to Biling Island. Do you want to voluntarily hand over all the spirit stones on you, or do you want to plunder them yourself?"

The young man had a fearless look on his face, as if he didn't take Master Miaohe and the old man in yellow robe, the two powerful Yuanying early stage warriors, seriously at all.

But faced with such provocation, Miao He and the old man in yellow robe couldn't help but let their spiritual consciousness flutter out. Their faces suddenly changed, and deep fear revealed in their eyes.

The two of them were unable to guess their opponent's true strength, but from the powerful sense of oppression emanating from him, they were certain that his cultivation must be far superior to theirs, and he was almost certainly a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

In addition, the other party casually revealed the secret of their trip, which made the two Yuanying early stage strong men extremely shocked.

"My fellow Daoist, I am Huang Kun from Lilong Island! What kind of high-level spiritual stone is that that you mentioned? Did you listen to someone's lies? Did you misunderstand our intentions?"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the old man in yellow robe could only force himself to remain calm, put on a hypocritical smile, and asked respectfully.

"Misunderstanding? Haha, I heard your conspiracy with my own ears, how could it be false? I should not have provoked Miao He, and I should not have happened to see it. Miao He, do you still remember Yan?" The young man responded sarcastically at first, then turned his gaze and fell on Miao He Zhenren, with a cold light in his eyes.

He used the secret technique of splitting his spiritual consciousness into millions, and with the help of the power of gold-eating bugs, he tracked down Miaohe and his group, and followed Yan Yun closely behind them.

When the old man in yellow robe heard such rude words from the other party, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"You...you are actually Yan Yun, and you have successfully condensed your Nascent Soul."

When Yan Yun was answering the old man in yellow robe, Miao He Zhenren suddenly realized, and the past events emerged in his mind, and he finally recognized Yan Yun's identity.

His face was full of shock and disbelief, as if everything happening before his eyes was just a dream.

"Brother Miao He, do you know this person? Who is he?"

The old man in yellow robe was filled with mixed feelings of shock and anger. Seeing that Miao He seemed to have recognized Yan Yun, he immediately questioned her with a gloomy face.

Since the other party has shown their hostility without reservation, a fierce fight is inevitable. They cannot escape this dispute. Knowing as much as possible about the other party's background is naturally the best choice.

Even though the opponent is a mid-stage cultivator, with the combined efforts of the two early-stage cultivators, they may be able to contend with him.

At this moment, Yan Yun was floating in the air, with his arms clasped across his chest, staring coldly at the people below.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, this man is the lucky one who once had the honor of owning the Xu Tian Ding. I never expected that after not seeing him for some time, he has successfully condensed his Nascent Soul. It is truly amazing!"

After Master Miao He pondered for a moment, he sighed with a complicated expression.

"The one you are talking about is the one who was despised by everyone because of the extermination order issued by the alliance in those years? I felt familiar with him when I first saw him. However, isn't he a young man with only Jindan stage cultivation? How come his realm has risen to the middle stage of Yuanying after only a few years of not seeing him?"

When the old man in yellow robe heard this, he was so shocked that he cried out.

"I have no idea about this matter. However, the Xutian Ding has always been known as the first secret treasure in the Star Sea. Perhaps there is some incredible elixir hidden in it that can make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds. After all, no one has ever opened this Ding, so this possibility is not completely impossible."

Miaohe Zhenren said speculatively with a greedy gleam in his eyes.

"If that's the case, then we're probably going to be in great trouble. This person is already so powerful, and with the Void Heaven Cauldron in his hand, I'm afraid even if the two of us join forces we won't be able to contend with him."

The old man in yellow robe stared at Yan Yun with vigilance, and at the same time used the art of sound transmission to convey information to Master Miaohe.

"I understand this truth. But even if we are truly powerless to resist, can he still stop us from escaping from here?"

The corner of Miaohe Zhenren's mouth twitched, but he revealed a strangely confident smile.

As for those disciples in the Jindan stage, at this critical moment of life and death, they naturally would not care about anything else.

"You are absolutely right."

The old man in yellow robe suddenly understood after hearing this, and then burst into laughter.

"Hmph, it seems your conversation is over. In that case, let me give you two a ride. Thinking of running away is simply wishful thinking!"

Yan Yun's expression changed slightly, and he spoke with a sneer.

"Oops, we actually forgot that he can eavesdrop on our voice transmissions?"

The yellow-robed old man's expression suddenly changed.

Upon hearing the news, Master Miaohe was also stunned.

However, at this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly came from behind Yan Yun, and the wind and thunder wings appeared instantly. Then his body shook, and accompanied by a deafening thunder, he disappeared on the spot.

"Be careful, the opponent's magic weapon is quite strange, and it can actually perform the lightning escape technique!"

Zhenren Miaohe remembered that he had witnessed Yan Yun using the Wind and Thunder Wings in the past, so he hurriedly reminded the old man in yellow robe. At the same time, the emerald jade hammer in his hand flashed with light and turned into a ray of emerald light that enveloped his body.

The other hand quickly flipped over, and a fiery red shield suddenly appeared. With a slight shake, it turned into a layer of hot red light curtain, wrapping his whole body tightly.

The old man in the yellow robe on the other side quickly made hand gestures, and the surrounding white light suddenly broke through the air, interweaving and entwining to form a dense silk net, protecting himself firmly inside.

Just when the two had just finished setting up the spell, more than ten feet ahead of them, a silver light flashed, and Yan Yun's figure appeared again.

Seeing the two people's defensive measures, a mocking smile appeared on his face. He did not use any magic weapon, but just raised his arms slightly.

With a "puff", a layer of purple flame burst out from his body, and then his figure blurred, and Yan Yun turned into a ball of blazing flames, rushing quickly towards the old man in yellow robe.

After seeing Yan Yun's powerful and fearless aura, the old immortal trembled in his heart.

But at this time he didn't have time to think too much, and he just let out a steady low roar, and then the white light on his chest immediately changed.

Suddenly, they all rushed towards the flaming sphere opposite, as if they wanted to smash Yan Yun, who was in the purple flame, into pieces in an instant.

On the other hand, when Miaohe Zhenjun, who is also a powerful man, saw this scene, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

He lightly pointed his finger, and the jade hammer in front of him immediately emitted a dazzling light, then transformed into a emerald green arc, accompanied by a deafening roar, and violently slammed towards Yan Yun.

However, facing the joint attack of two masters, Yan Yun seemed unconcerned.

His body did not dodge at all and rushed directly into the dense net-like light. The mockery and sarcasm on his face were looming, and it seemed that he did not care about all this at all.

An incredible scene suddenly appeared!
As soon as the white silk touched the purple flame, it suddenly stagnated as if it had suffered a heavy blow, revealing silver needles that were as white as snowflakes but as thin as cow hair.

Yan Yun waved his arm lightly, and the purple flame on his body instantly surged to a foot high, and then all the tiny silver needles were swept into the sea of ​​fire. (End of this chapter)