Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Although the scarred monk in golden armor standing outside the protective shield did not say anything, the shock on his face was obvious.

"Friend Weng, do we need to continue fighting?"

Faced with the other party's question, Chen Yun did not respond directly, but asked back calmly.

These words made the man surnamed Weng's face turn very ugly.

"Even if you practice both magic and physical strength at the same time, and your strength far exceeds my expectations, do you really think you have already won?"

"Even if it costs me a hundred years of hard training, I must let you see the true power of the Thousand Soul Bell!"

The man named Weng, filled with anger, looked up at the black shadow in the air that was easily holding up the golden lotus, and spoke in a stern tone.

During a carefully prepared ceremony, a monk chanted a spell and a blue halo appeared above his head.

As he quickly formed seals and waved his hands, a blue beam of light shot out from his hands and directly hit the black bell shadow floating in the air.

This beam of light seemed to possess some special power, causing subtle changes in the black bell shadow.

Under the impact of the light column, a black light gradually emerged in the shadow of the bell. It was the Thousand Soul Bell's true form.

As the Thousand Soul Bell gently turned, the blue light beam was transformed into countless tiny light spots, which were then absorbed into the body of the Thousand Soul Bell.

This process may seem simple, but it actually contains profound magical principles and energy conversion mechanisms.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the monk below took quick action and flicked the black bell with his finger.

Although the action was slight, it caused a significant effect - a crisp sound echoed in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the space began to fluctuate violently, and a tiny black crack appeared out of thin air.

When the Nascent Soul of the Diaomei monk sensed the appearance of the black crack, he quickly bounced five or six times towards the black bell void.

Every time he cast a spell, his face grew paler and the black cracks widened.

After several rings, the crack had expanded into a semicircle, filled with black air and cold winds, making it difficult to see through.

Suddenly, a very strange laugh came from the crack: "Haha!"

Yan Yun's pupils suddenly contracted, and golden light shone from his body. At the same time, the magnetic divine light also rose a little, protecting himself tightly.

Faced with a treasure of this level, he did not dare to take it lightly.

At this moment, a strange situation occurred.

Strands of black silk suddenly appeared around Yan Yun, swirling around his body, but did not attack him.

Yan Yun was stunned. He had not yet understood what kind of magic this was. The black silk suddenly changed and condensed, turning into a pitch-black light array that trapped him inside.

"not good!"

Yan Yun was startled, and quickly used the gray light to sweep towards the magic circle.

However, it was obviously too late. The black magic circle flashed, and Yan Yun felt dizzy. He, the giant tripod, and the golden lotus disappeared instantly.

Yan Yun's body became unstable for a moment, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and in an instant he was in a dark and mysterious alien space.

There were dark shadows all around and the sound of ghosts crying was deafening. He was actually swallowed up by the deep black crack.

Faced with this sudden change, Yan Yun was stunned at first, then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not show any fear at all, but instead revealed a bit of playfulness.

At the same time, outside, the monk with raised eyebrows saw this and although he was shocked, he did not slow down and hurriedly activated the black bell in his hand, trying to seal the out-of-control space crack.

As the bell rang, the originally expanding crack slowly closed and eventually turned into a thin black line, floating quietly in the air. It seemed that everything had returned to calm.

The Nascent Soul's body flashed and quickly returned to its original position.

The monk with drooping eyebrows opened his eyes and a cold smile appeared on his face.

It turns out that this seemingly inconspicuous black crack is actually an independent space opened up by the Thousand Soul Bell - the Thousand Soul Realm.

Although it is named "Thousand Souls", the number of souls imprisoned inside is actually far more than that.

Moreover, each soul originated from a special monster that was extremely vicious in its previous life. After undergoing secret rituals and training, its ferocity still remains, almost the same as when it was alive.

What is even more shocking is that the main soul in the Thousand Soul Bell is the essence of a spiritual beast of heaven and earth that was in the middle stage of transformation.

By chance, it was refined by his master into the core of this treasure, whose power is immeasurable.

With the assistance of the ghost, the main soul's ability has been significantly enhanced.

In addition, this space is also equipped with a special restriction mechanism, and the magic power of monks who are not ghosts will be greatly restricted after entering.

Therefore, even if a cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm falls into it, it will be difficult to escape the danger.

The monk in golden armor stared at the faint black line floating in the air, his eyes flickering but he took no action.

The man with drooping eyebrows sat cross-legged in the void, waiting for the evil spirit in the ghost space to devour Yan Yun and end the fight.

A moment later, the black bell in the air suddenly vibrated violently, emitting a strange black light and accompanied by an irregular buzzing sound, which seemed extremely mysterious.

Although the man with drooping eyebrows could not communicate with this magic weapon telepathically, he was still confused and puzzled by this strange phenomenon.

Then, the black bell wailed, and the huge shadow it released instantly shattered into countless tiny black air, which was quickly absorbed by the Thousand Soul Bell. In an instant, everything disappeared without a trace.

"How is this possible? The main soul was destroyed."

The man with raised eyebrows finally realized what had happened and was shocked.

At this moment, in the void somewhere above his head, a ray of black light silently pierced through, forming a fist-sized hole out of thin air.

Then, there was a flash of inspiration, and a green light shot out from the hole, instantly transforming into a figure floating in the air.

The man with raised eyebrows was also a mid-stage Divine Transformation cultivator. He seemed to sense something strange and suddenly looked up to check.

But in a flash, the figure disappeared from the spot after just a slight movement.

Then, a series of afterimages flashed by, and the figure had strangely appeared behind the man with raised eyebrows.

With a loud shout, the man with drooping eyebrows' ears began to buzz, a fierce wind followed, and a golden fist suddenly attacked.

"what!"

The man with drooping eyebrows was shocked. His body swayed and shattered like a mirror, and seven or eight phantoms appeared, which fled in all directions.

"Hmph! Want to leave?"

This person was Yan Yun. He snorted coldly, and his fist blurred slightly, and he also transformed into seven or eight identical fist shadows.

With a few "puffs", each fist shadow hit the Phantom's vest accurately.

Those phantoms shattered and disappeared!

Only a small silver shield appeared behind the man with raised eyebrows, just blocking the golden fist. With a dull impact, the silver light shield shattered after only a moment of stagnation.

Then, the golden fist shadow hit the opponent's back without hesitation.

Just as the fist was about to make contact, a layer of green armor suddenly appeared on the opponent's body.

With the interweaving of golden and green light, the fist force landed heavily on the armor.

With a huge vibration, the fist sank several inches deep into the armor, and the man with drooping eyebrows let out a scream and was knocked away.

Yan Yun's heart tightened. He clearly felt that most of the power contained in his punch was cleverly dissipated by the green armor, and only a small part actually acted on the armor.

If the full force could be exerted, this punch would be enough to penetrate the armor and make the opponent lose his combat effectiveness on the spot.

At the moment he was sucked into the ghost space by the Thousand Soul Bell, he realized the other party's strong hostility, so he attacked without mercy.

However, although the first punch failed to achieve the desired effect, Yan Yun quickly adjusted his posture and appeared above the man with raised eyebrows like a ghost.

He clenched his hand in the air, and a golden sword about a foot long appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Just as he was about to swing his sword to chop him down, the man surnamed Weng suddenly shouted, "Stop! I surrender!"

When Yan Yun heard the other party's words, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, but the sword in his hand seemed to be unaffected and he swung it down decisively.

Suddenly, a golden sword energy swept down, showing a ruthless attack posture.

Given the sharpness of Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, even if the enemy is wearing Qingming Armor, it is inevitable that he will be cut in two.

Suddenly, the surrounding space began to fluctuate, and a yellow light shot out quickly, sweeping up the man with drooping eyebrows like lightning, and disappeared in an instant.

Despite the speed of the golden sword energy, it still only hit empty space.

Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly, and he looked around, only to see a ball of yellow light suddenly burst out in the void more than 20 feet away, and then two figures appeared strangely in the light.

They were the scarred monk in golden armor and the man named Weng.

The scarred monk had no expression on his face, while the man surnamed Weng was pale, his armor was stained with blood, and he stared at Yan Yun with resentment.

Obviously, under Yan Yun's attack, even though Qingming Jia dissipated most of the force, the man surnamed Weng still suffered internal injuries and vomited blood from his mouth.

The fist marks were clearly visible on the armor on his back.

Yan Yun's eyes swept over the man surnamed Weng. There was nothing unusual on his face. Instead, the long sword in his hand flashed, and then he saluted the golden-armored monk.

"The senior's timely intervention prevented me from causing any harm to Fellow Daoist Weng."

Yan Yun said in a solemn tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, the man surnamed Weng's face suddenly changed and he almost vomited blood again.

In fact, Yan Yun's action just now was not unintentional, but intentional, intending to take his life with one sword.

When the scarred monk heard this, a strange look flashed across his face, and then he showed a half-smile and said lightly:

"In the heat of battle, it is normal to occasionally fail to pull back, and it is not worth making a fuss about."

"Since Fellow Daoist Weng voluntarily admitted defeat in this battle for the spiritual land, the winner naturally belongs to Fellow Daoist Yan. Do you two have any objections to this result?"

Yan Yun smiled slightly and did not raise any objections.

The man surnamed Weng seemed extremely unwilling, his lips trembled slightly several times, but he finally chose to remain silent.

Seeing that both of them had no objection, the scarred monk nodded and gestured to Yan Yun:

"Please give me your Qingming Pei."

Yan Yun took out the green jade pendant without hesitation, threw it lightly, and handed it to the other party.

The monk in golden armor waved his arm lightly and took the jade pendant into his hand out of thin air. At the same time, the emerald green crystal that had been prepared in his other hand was quickly attached to the jade pendant and disappeared in an instant.

"The mark of the spiritual land has been injected into your Qingming Pendant. Unless you voluntarily give up this spiritual land, you will not be eligible to participate in the spiritual land competition that takes place once every hundred years. Now you can leave, and the next competition is about to begin."

After the scarred monk returned the jade pendant to Yan Yun, he signaled the two to leave immediately.

At this time, the surrounding white light curtain had quietly cracked open an exit.

Yan Yun said no more. After bowing, he turned into a ray of green light and flew out of the exit. After flashing a few times, he disappeared without a trace.

The monk surnamed Weng had a gloomy expression on his face. Without saying a word, he also turned into a yellow light and left the light curtain.

He reappeared after the light nearby faded away. He looked gloomily in the direction where Yan Yun left, stomped his feet suddenly, and turned into a ball of yellow light and flew rapidly in the opposite direction.

Despite being seriously injured, this man's escape speed was still quite fast. After a moment, he appeared in the sky high in an unfamiliar place. The light of his escape converged and suddenly stopped.

"Why is your spiritual energy so chaotic? Did you encounter setbacks and be seriously injured during the competition for spiritual veins?"

A familiar voice came out coldly, and then a flash of emerald green light appeared in the surrounding void.

An emerald dragon about a foot long suddenly appeared. After examining the man for a few seconds, it asked with a cold light flashing in its eyes.

In a duel with a huge disparity in strength, one disciple unfortunately lost.

His opponent is a cultivator who has just entered the God Transformation Stage. This disciple not only possesses extraordinary abilities, but is also endowed with the powerful Thousand Soul Bell as an aid.

Despite these advantages, the disciple was still defeated, and would have nearly died at the hands of his opponent if the watching Heavenly Guards had not come to his rescue.

Faced with the doubts of his master, the Emerald Dragon, the disciple reported the battle in detail.

He mentioned that the other party not only mastered many unpredictable magical powers, but also possessed a tripod-shaped spiritual treasure, and was a master of the Vajra Sutra, which meant that he had also reached an extremely high level in body refining.

After hearing this, the Emerald Dragon was surprised at the outcome of the battle, but at the same time he also realized the strength of his opponent.

After a brief thought, it gently grabbed with its claws, signaling its disciples to come closer.

With a low, light sound, a ball of deep black light instantly enveloped the Thousand Soul Bell and shot out from the man's body.

After circling in the air for a circle, it slowly fell into the hands of the dragon.

The dragon lowered its head and carefully examined the treasure in its hand. After a moment, its eyes became gloomy.

Seeing this, the man surnamed Weng couldn't help but feel nervous.

"It seems that this person is following the path of cultivation of both Dharma and body."

The Emerald Dragon sneered and analyzed, "This method of cultivation was once popular in ancient times, but today, there are only a few people who can persist in this path."

"After all, whether it's magic power or body-refining techniques, it takes countless years to achieve success."

“And if one practices both, although in the early stage one may be far superior to cultivators of the same level, when one reaches a high level of cultivation, his cultivation will often be far inferior to that of cultivators who focus on a single field.”

"What's more, the practice of body-refining techniques requires a certain amount of talent." (End of this chapter)