Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Therefore, in the minds of the residents of Tianyuan City, this tower seems extremely mysterious.

Yan Yun’s current location is about twenty miles away from the Elders’ Tower.

He gazed at the towering blue stone tower from afar, his eyes flickering.

It is understood that there will always be an elder in the fusion stage stationed in this tower.

Thinking back to the days in the human world, those cultivators in the God Transformation Stage were rare existences, and ordinary people hardly had the chance to see them.

And now that he has come to Tianyuan City, not only can he get close to the cultivators in the fusion stage, but he will also have the opportunity to ask them for advice on the way of cultivation in the future.

Staying here seems to be a good choice before clearing away the alien aura from within.

Yan Yun thought silently in his heart. As for the matter of competing with the man with drooping eyebrows for the spiritual land, he was not too worried based on his experience of fighting with cultivators in the Void Refinement Stage.

After observing for a while, a green light flashed on Yan Yun's body, and he turned into a green rainbow and flew quickly towards Feiling Palace.

After returning to his residence, Yan Yun immediately activated the ban, and only after confirming that everything was correct did he enter the secret room and sit cross-legged.

Although he is confident about the showdown three days later, he still will not take it lightly and will not fail to make any preparations.

During Yan Yun's cultivation journey, he encountered a small problem that needed to be solved urgently.

He shook his sleeves lightly, and a delicate silver ring appeared in his other hand.

Although this object looks as light as a hollow work, it is actually a spirit beast ring in the spirit world that is on par with storage bracelets. It contains multiple independent spaces and is designed specifically for storing various spirit beasts and spirit insects.

After returning from the expedition to the Tomb of the Setting Sun, Yan Yun collected all of his precious spiritual pets, including the gold-eating bug and the soul-crying beast, and the original spiritual beast bag was thus abandoned.

At this moment, he gently stroked the spirit beast ring, and then a ball of yellow light flew out from it, rapidly expanding and turning into a small beast about a foot in size, tightly bound by a green rope - it was the mutant leopard-scaled beast that was captured by the spirits in the Tomb of Sunset that day.

According to Shi Yan's memory, this leopard-scaled beast looks like an ordinary leopard, but it actually contains the blood of a Qilin. In addition, its mutated body means that although it is not yet an adult, it already has the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

While Yan Yun was recovering his magic power, he tried to tame the beast, but because the beast was wild and had begun to gain intelligence, it showed a determination to never surrender and would rather die than surrender.

Due to the lack of effective means of taming the beast, Yan Yun had to temporarily place the beast in a beast ring, planning to gradually reduce its wildness over time.

After decades of imprisonment, the spirit beast finally showed signs of submission and sent a signal of peace to Yan Yun.

Yan Yun was unable to pay immediate attention to this matter due to the continuous major events such as the robbery.

Currently, he has a three-day window, which is enough to complete the process of taming the spirit beast.

When the spirit beast was released from the spirit beast ring, it immediately let out a mournful whimper to Yan Yun.

There is an almost human-like pleading look in its emerald green eyes, and coupled with its petite body similar to that of a large cat, it appears particularly lovable.

"I will impose restrictions on you at this moment. If you are willing to let go of the myth, I will remove the shackles on you and grant you some benefits. Otherwise, you will face a hundred years of imprisonment."

Yan Yun put forward his conditions bluntly.

Although the spirit beast had limited intelligence, it was obviously able to understand Yan Yun's intention. After trembling slightly, it could only nod continuously to show its agreement.

Yan Yun raised his lips slightly, waved his hand gently, and more than ten slender silver needles appeared in his hand. Then he shook his wrist lightly, and all the silver needles instantly sank into the body of the spirit beast.

Yan Yun then took out a bright red talisman, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He waved his fingers lightly, and the talisman turned into blood mist.

He clapped his crown with one hand, and his Nascent Soul emerged in a flash of green light, emitting green light that merged with the blood mist into a green-red flame.

Yuanying pinched his fingers and cast several spells, which absorbed the light and flames and turned into a ghost face before drilling into the little beast's head.

The little beast fell unconscious, and its body glowed with green and red light. Yan Yun grabbed the air with satisfaction, completing the spell.

After a dull explosion, the green rope wrapped around the spirit beast began to break gradually and eventually turned into nothingness.

Yan Yun then put down his hands, sat cross-legged, and entered a state of meditation.

In the next three days, he did not leave the secret room. Time passed quickly like running water.

On the morning of the fourth day, a ray of light ignored the protection outside the door and shot directly into the living room, then quickly flew into the secret room.

When the light touched the door of the secret room, a faint white light suddenly appeared on the door, blocking it out.

After several attempts, the light emitted a low humming sound.

At this moment, the door of the secret room flashed with green light, and Yan Yun's figure appeared strangely at the door. He raised his hand and grasped the light in his hand.

He had a blank expression on his face, and a small spirit beast similar to a civet cat was lying on his shoulder, calmly examining the information of the fireball in his hand.

It turned out that this was the news from Yuque Pavilion regarding the fight for the holy land for cultivation.

After whispering the three words "Guangwu Palace", Yan Yun gently clasped his palms together, and the fireball dissipated.

Then he strode towards the gate.

After two hours, Yan Yun was suspended above the open-air square of a magnificent palace, surrounded by a misty white light curtain.

Outside the light curtain, a scarred man in golden armor stood with his arms folded across his chest, a stern expression on his face.

Time passed slowly, Yan Yun waited for a moment, and a trace of impatience gradually appeared on the face of the man in golden armor. From time to time, he looked up at the seven scorching suns in the sky, as if estimating the time.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed across the sky, and a light of flight approached rapidly, reaching the light curtain in the blink of an eye. The light dissipated, revealing the figure of a monk.

"Forgive me, senior. I was late because I was refining my magic weapon. I hope I didn't miss the time for the fight." He saluted the scarred monk in golden armor and said with a smile on his face. This man was the man named Weng.

"Hmph! If you are a moment later, you will lose the qualification to compete. You are lucky that you arrived at the last moment. Enter immediately." The scarred monk in golden armor glanced at him coldly and said impatiently.

Then, he made a hand gesture and cast a golden spell at the white light curtain. Suddenly, the light curtain glowed brightly, and after a violent tremor, a passage more than ten feet wide opened in front of the man surnamed Weng.

"Thank you, senior."

The man surnamed Weng was overjoyed, and his figure instantly turned into a blue light, rushing straight into the light curtain. When he revealed his true form in front of Yan Yun, a twisted and hideous smile flashed across his face.

"Very good! You dare to fight me at the initial stage. It seems that you are quite courageous."

The man with raised eyebrows said gloomily. When Yan Yun heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled lazily, as if he was too lazy to talk to him.

Seeing this, the brow-raising man became furious, and the murderous intent that he had suppressed rose again.

The scarred monk announced calmly:
"There are no restrictions in fighting in the spirit land. Once you leave the restricted area, any means can be used. Unless one party voluntarily admits defeat, I will not intervene. If you think you are not strong enough, it is best to give up as soon as possible. Although there are not many cases of death in fighting in the spirit land, it is common to be seriously injured and fall to a lower realm."

Yan Yun and the man surnamed Weng faced each other from a distance, both in silence.

After the golden-armored monk gave the brief command "start", Yan Yun and the man with raised eyebrows took action at the same time.

Facing an opponent whom even a cultivator in the late stage of the Jindan realm would not dare to underestimate, Yan Yun did not show any negligence.

He waved his sleeves lightly, releasing seventy-two inch-sized flying swords. These flying swords transformed into golden lotuses in the golden light, circling around his body up and down.

At the same time, he spit out a small tripod from his mouth, which then expanded into a huge tripod ten feet high in the midst of shining light, emitting bursts of low humming sounds. This was undoubtedly the Xutian Tripod.

On the opposite side, the man with drooping eyebrows made hand gestures and cast a spell, and countless tiny but dense blue light spots emerged from his body. These light spots increased rapidly and almost submerged him completely.

Then, he reached out his other hand into the void, a dazzling silver light flashed, and an ancient silver wheel the size of a palm appeared in his hand. Its surface was engraved with layers of talismans, and it was obviously an extraordinary object.

He threw the silver wheel into the air, and it immediately turned into a ball of silver light that rotated in the air, expanding and changing as he chanted his spell.

After a short period of time, the silver wheel suddenly grew larger, reaching a diameter of thirty or four feet, like a bright silver sun, suspended above the head of the man with raised eyebrows.

After completing the spell, he looked across with a hint of surprise on his face.

Although seventy-two golden flying swords were not uncommon, his heart tightened when he saw the huge cauldron that kept buzzing.

In the world of immortals and heroes, the form of a magic weapon is closely related to its magical powers.

Although it is impossible to accurately judge the level and ability of a magic weapon from its appearance alone, certain treasures in specific forms, such as "tripod", "lamp", "mirror", etc., usually have unique and powerful magical powers that are difficult to guard against.

As the best among them, once the power of Xu Tian Ding is activated, the spiritual pressure it emits far exceeds that of ordinary treasures, which is enough to arouse the vigilance of any cultivator.

Faced with this situation, a man with drooping eyebrows became alert, realizing that the upcoming battle would be extremely difficult.

Despite his concerns, he did not hesitate and took quick action.

With his hands forming seals, the surrounding blue dots of light instantly condensed into sand grains, which then increased in number, forming a thick sand cloud that covered half of the sky. Almost at the same time, a huge silver wheel also disappeared in the sand cloud.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a roar, a deep blue sand cloud pressed down towards Yan Yun with a thunderous roar.

Faced with this sudden attack, Yan Yun did not panic, but just narrowed his eyes slightly.

The golden lotus around him began to spin gently, and then rose into the air to face the invading enemy without showing any weakness.

As the lotus shadows swayed, countless golden lights bloomed, and its momentum was comparable to that of the blue sand cloud.

In a confrontation, Sha Yun Jin Lian showed his extraordinary power as soon as he made contact.

The lotus petals trembled violently, and the lotus shadows expanded several times in an instant. Each golden lotus became several feet in size and spun rapidly in the air.

Each lotus petal was like a sharp blade, breaking through the sand cloud with force, causing sand to splash everywhere and bursting with a loud bang.

The seventy-two golden lotuses actually managed to withstand the blue sand that seemed to be pressing down like a mountain.

The man with raised eyebrows opposite saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he sneered and urged the magic spell in his mind.

In the sand cloud that was originally rolling down, there was a sudden flash of silver light, and a huge silver wheel appeared from the sand cloud, turned sharply down and cut through, colliding head-on with a golden lotus.

The man with raised eyebrows showed a sinister smile on his face. His golden wheel was made from the "Li Jinsha" which was rare in the wild world, and it was extremely sharp.

The cutting power of the Falun-type treasures is far superior to that of flying knives and flying swords. Since this treasure was refined, it has helped him cut through countless hostile flying sword-type treasures.

Although the opponent's golden flying sword seemed to have some magical powers, it should be able to be broken in one blow by his unexpected slash.

A burst of dense and continuous slashing sounds echoed in the air, and the golden and silver lights intertwined and flickered, bursting out dazzling light. The two treasures seemed to be in a stalemate for the time being.

The man with the drooping eyebrows's expression changed slightly, but then the golden lotus suddenly blossomed, quickly wrapping the entire silver light ball. After the silver light ball let out a whine, it instantly shattered into countless pieces and disappeared in the lotus shadow.

At this time, the man with drooping eyebrows in the distance had not yet recovered from his shock, but Yan Yun calmly tapped the huge tripod in front of him.

Suddenly, the lid of the cauldron flew up, and a buzzing sound came from inside the cauldron. Countless green clouds gushed out from it, passing over the golden lotus shadow, wrapping up all the blue sand in the sky, and then rolled back into the cauldron.

Yan Yun's movements were as swift as lightning. By the time the man with drooping eyebrows woke up, some of the blue sand had been forcibly sucked into the cauldron, and it had lost mental connection with its owner.

"Lingbao!" the man with raised eyebrows exclaimed in surprise.

These blue sands were not ordinary magic weapons, but treasures that he had personally cultivated for many years. Except for spiritual treasures, ordinary treasures could not be collected at all. If all were lost, his hundred years of hard work would be destroyed in an instant.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth and spurted out a fist-sized ball of blood and essence that floated in front of him.

With a light tap of one finger, he drew a blood-red rune in the air with the essence of life. Then, he clapped his hands suddenly!
The rune shot out with a "puff" sound and disappeared in an instant.

But then, it reappeared a few feet ahead, transformed into a giant ghost head with two horns, a green face and fangs, and pounced towards them ferociously.

Obviously, the man with raised eyebrows had a careful plan. He first used magic to interrupt the other party's action of collecting the treasure, then quickly took back the sand cloud and used his magical powers to deal with Yan Yun.

Yan Yun was secretly controlling the Xutian Ding to absorb the blue sand in the air. When he saw the ghost head suddenly appear and attack violently, he raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his mouth and sprayed out a golden arc of electricity, which accurately hit the ghost head.

With a thunderclap, the ghost head dissipated with a "hum" in the jumping of thin golden electric arcs.

Even the incarnation of the ancestor of the ancient demon world did not dare to directly bear the divine thunder that could ward off evil.

Although the origin of this unknown ghost was unknown, it was killed in one blow due to its lack of preparedness.

The man with raised eyebrows was stunned for a moment, but soon he realized something and his expression turned extremely ugly.

At this time, the green light of the Xutian Ding had forcibly absorbed the sand clouds in the air.

With a bone-chilling snort, the man with drooping eyebrows frowned, and quickly formed a complex spell with his hands, while chanting a Buddhist chant. (End of this chapter)