Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

The cold flames merged into a five-colored flame. Green Shadow had just woken up from the shock and was swept into the five-colored flame before he could cast a spell.

The body stiffened and became extremely slow.

The green shadow screamed in fear, and its body exploded into countless green threads that shot out in all directions in an attempt to break free from the restraints.

The person in the air had obviously anticipated Green Shadow's move, and suddenly pressed down with his other hand.

In the flash of spiritual light, a black mountain-shaped pattern appeared on his back, but as soon as the pattern turned over, circles of gray light surged out from the palm of his hand.

These gray rays of light quickly swept towards the green silk, swept it in, and instantly shattered the green silk into pieces, turning it into green mist.

The mist was squeezed by an invisible force and gradually condensed into a ball, turning back into the green light in the gray haze.

At this moment, Guangying's bright red eyes were filled with horror.

However, he felt as if he was being crushed by thousands of mountains. Although he had powerful magical powers, he could no longer use them at all.

With a few "whoosh" sounds, rays of light of different colors shot down from the hands of the winged figure. It turned out to be a series of forbidden talismans stuck on the green shadow.

The green shadow's figure flashed, and the blood light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Then an incredible scene happened - under the control of the talisman, the green shadow began to shrink and deform.

Finally, it turned into a green ball the size of a fist, flashing a faint light.

The figure was not surprised at all. He retracted his magical powers with both hands and grabbed the air with one hand...

The ball flew up into the air and was easily caught in the palm of this person's hand.

Then he turned his head and smiled at the stunned old man in green armor:
"Fellow Daoist Yue, I was a little late in taking action. Are you okay?"

"Brother Yan, you are wrong! If it weren't for your help, I would have been in big trouble this time."

"I have long heard that Brother Yan has extraordinary magical powers. Now I have seen it with my own eyes. It is indeed as good as the rumors say! Even the high-level Shadow Clan are no match for Brother Yan."

The old man's expression returned to normal. After recalling the flying sword in front of him, he smiled and clasped his fists to express his gratitude towards the figure above his head.

The figure with wings on his back in the air was another young man in green armor, Yan Yun.

At this time, he had already advanced from the initial stage of Spirit Transformation to the middle stage of cultivation.

Yan Yun listened to the old man's words and smiled slightly:
"Brother Yue, you are too kind. It is just that the magical power I have cultivated happens to be able to restrain the people of the Shadow Clan. If it were any other alien race, I would not be able to succeed so easily."

Fellow Daoist Yan's reputation spread far and wide, and the team he led was unique in decades of patrol missions without losing a single person, which was truly legendary.

What is even more remarkable is that Brother Yan has made many outstanding achievements in fighting against foreign spies, capturing and killing countless of them. His achievements are remarkable and worthy of admiration.

Yue could only sigh that he was inferior to this and felt deep admiration.

Faced with the praise, Yan Yun smiled calmly and asked about the safety of other fellow travelers.

The old man comforted him, saying that since the Shadow Clan members had been banned, the shadow puppets they controlled had also dissipated. Although everyone had been possessed, they had only suffered minor injuries and their vitality was slightly damaged, so it was nothing serious.

Afterwards, the old man curiously asked Yan Yun why he appeared here and where his subordinates were.

Yan Yun chuckled in response, it turned out that this trip was a coincidence. He had recently obtained a high-level spirit disk, and its warning range was quite wide.

It happened that at this time, he was leading his team to patrol the nearby area, so he came over to check the situation.

As for his men, he did not let them go with him, but let them stay where they were and wait.

As he spoke, Yan Yun took out a jade box from the storage bracelet and carefully put away the forbidden ball in his hand, his expression calm and composed.

The old man sighed slightly, feeling lucky that he had escaped.

At the same time, two Black Iron Guards also stepped forward to thank Yan Yun for saving their lives.

The other monks returned one after another and expressed their gratitude to Yan Yun.

Yan Yun responded calmly, then said goodbye and left, turning into a streak of green light and disappearing into the sky.

“I heard that when Senior Yan first arrived in Tianyuan City, his cultivation was only at the early stage of the Spiritualization Stage, but his magical powers far exceeded those of a mid-stage cultivator. Now that he has advanced to the mid-stage stage, his magical powers are even more unfathomable.”

A big man with a ferocious face said in a low voice after Yan Yun's escape light disappeared.

"Not only that. This senior has only been on patrol duty for a few decades, but he has already killed seven or eight high-level aliens. He is far more powerful than ordinary Qingming Guards. Are all ascended monks so terrifying?"

Another Black Iron Guard also said with envy.

In the world of cultivating immortals, ascended cultivators often have the upper hand in battles and fights due to their powerful strength.

However, Senior Yan, as one of them, seemed different and was even considered an outlier among the ascended monks.

This comment caused the monks present to think deeply.

After watching Yan Yun leave, the old man in green armor pondered for a long time and finally decided to lead the team away.

Hundreds of miles away, Yan Yun's figure appeared again, and his arrival attracted the attention of more than a dozen black-armored monks.

These monks have different attitudes towards Yan Yun. Some call him Captain, while others respectfully call him Senior Yan.

Despite this, they all showed great respect and obedience to Yan Yun, which was very different from the situation decades ago.

At that time, although the blue-eyed man, Xu Xianzi and others were also present, their attitude towards Yan Yun was not so respectful.

Now, as time goes by, Yan Yun's strength and status have obviously been recognized by them.

Each team performs the same mission and patrols the same area. Over the past decades, the other three teams have suffered staggering casualties and most of their personnel have been replaced.

Only the team led by Yan Yun encountered many dangers but was able to resolve them all, and the team members were sincerely convinced by him.

Under his leadership, Zhuo Chong and others received many rewards, so naturally they had no dissatisfaction.

"Let's go, that alien is the Green Shadow from the Shadow Clan, we have dealt with it."

Yan Yun nodded and whispered.

"Green Shadow! Haha, what bad luck. The captain's Yuanci Divine Light can restrain the Shadow Clan, so Green Shadow is a piece of cake. Even if it's Red Shadow, the captain may be able to fight."

The young monk said with a smile.

"Humph, even a Void Refining cultivator can't handle Chi Ying easily, let alone a Spiritual Transformation cultivator. All right, let's get going quickly. After inspecting the last area, we can rest for another half a year."

"We just found a high-level member of the Dongxu clan last time, and now we are facing a high-level member of the Ying clan. The situation is really not good!"

Yan Yun snorted, his eyes flashing.

The situation has indeed been somewhat unusual in the past ten years. Normally, even if there are often foreign spies in the Fuli Swamp, it shouldn't be so frequent.

Even high-level beings appeared in the swamp without caring about their lives.

I heard that a large number of alien spies also appeared in the Bone Burial Desert, which was under the control of the demon clan, and many of the transformed demon clan responsible for patrolling also died.

Is it true that there are alien races coveting the human and demon races and attempting to attack Tianyuan City?

Taoist Ma said with a gloomy expression.

When the monks heard this, their faces suddenly changed and their smiles immediately disappeared.

"No way, it's only been 30,000 years since the last alien attack on the city. Didn't it only break out every 60,000 to 70,000 years in the past?" Fairy Xu was still as beautiful as ever, but asked with a frown.

After the war of hundreds of races, each race needed sixty to one hundred thousand years to recover its combat power.

However, if a major incident occurs, it is not impossible that each race will not hesitate to sacrifice their vitality in order to restart the war as soon as possible.

Five hundred thousand years ago, a sudden conflict broke out among hundreds of races. In just a hundred thousand years, our two races were invaded by alien races five times in succession. Our vitality was almost exhausted, and we almost suffered a disaster of genocide.

Fortunately, after another 100,000 years of recuperation, it was finally able to regain its strength.

Among the alien races that started the war at that time, two races were wiped out in this catastrophe.

Hearing this, the blue-eyed man couldn't help but take a breath, his eyes widened, and he said in disbelief:

"A war between hundreds of races? Are you kidding, fellow Daoist?"

"How could such a war that engulfed most of the spirit world break out so easily and just happen to happen to us?"

What Taoist Ma said was indeed a bit sensational.

Xu Xianzi also echoed:
“If we really encounter a war of that scale, even if we have ten times more lives, we will still find it difficult to escape unscathed.”

"In that great war, it is said that the casualties among mortals were relatively light, but for cultivators like us, nine out of ten died."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked and talked about it. The severity of this matter was far beyond imagination and it was chilling.

After hearing the words "War of a Hundred Races", everyone's faces suddenly changed, and they were obviously shocked by this terrible topic.

Yan Yun remained calm, saying simply that this was just the result of the recent increase in the number of alien spies and had no direct connection with the war of a hundred races.

He stressed that even if a major war really broke out, it was beyond their control, and the most important thing at the moment was to complete the patrol mission.

Afterwards, he took the lead and flew in a certain direction. Seeing this, Taoist Ma and others also drove their escape lights to follow.

The group quickly disappeared at the end of the world.

A few days later, Yan Yun and others took the Golden Court Boat back to the giant tower of Tianyuan City.

The others stayed in the hall to rest, while Yan Yun left the team's base alone and went straight to the top of the stone tower along the stairs.

After passing through more than ten floors and several heavily guarded gates, he came to a seemingly ordinary hall.

Inside the hall, the walls were glowing with forbidden auras, layer upon layer, and it was obvious that an extremely complex and powerful defensive formation had been laid out.

In the middle of the hall, there was only a stone table and a middle-aged man in a white robe sitting cross-legged beside it. The surroundings were silent.

Yan Yunfang walked into the hall, and the middle-aged man who had closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Yan Yun, he looked calm and not surprised, and said lightly:

"So it's my nephew Yan. Did you get anything from this inspection? Was it a living person or a corpse? And which tribe did you come from?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be quite familiar with Yan Yun. Yan Yun bowed respectfully, clasped his fists and said, "Senior, I have captured a Shadow Clan spy this time."

Then, Yan Yun presented a jade box with both hands and placed it on the stone table.

"The Shadow Tribe! Tsk tsk, this is an alien race that is rarely captured alive. Let me take a look."

The middle-aged man in white robe showed interest when he heard this.

She made a hand gesture with one hand and slammed the stone table.

The stone table suddenly emitted a bright white light, revealing a small magic circle about ten feet in size, with the jade box right in the center of the magic circle.

A layer of silver light emerged, completely restricting the jade box.

The middle-aged man in the white robe seemed unaffected by the light shield. With a flick of his sleeves, the lid of the box opened, revealing a green sphere inside which was flashing a faint light.

"Green Shadow! This is a rare high-level Shadow Clan member, and he was captured alive. Nephew, you have done a great deed this time!"

The middle-aged man in white robe recognized the origin of the ball at a glance and finally showed an expression of being moved.

"Senior, you are too kind! I heard that in half a month, Elder Xing, who was born in Tianlingjing, will teach the way of talismans in Tianguang Hall. I wonder if it is true."

After Yan Yun said a few humble words, he suddenly asked.

"Yes, it has been decided that Elder Xing will give the sermon in Tianguang Hall this time."

"Although I don't know if it is really the way of talismans, Elder Xing is famous in the three realms for his talisman technique, so it is most likely related to this technique. Why is nephew Yan interested in this?"

The middle-aged man in white robe said with some surprise.

"I have been studying the art of talismans recently and have gained some insights. I was just looking for someone to give me some advice." Yan Yun said frankly, with no intention of hiding anything.

In the world of cultivating immortals, if one studies the art of talismans in depth, it can indeed produce miraculous and infinite effects when fighting against the enemy.

However, this method is ultimately just an auxiliary spell, and its effect is relatively limited in helping cultivators improve their own cultivation.

After my nephew Yan ascended to heaven, he advanced to the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation within a short period of time. Such rapid progress in cultivation is rare among ascended cultivators like us, which shows that he has extraordinary aptitude.

However, my dear nephew, please do not be distracted by other matters. After all, the path of cultivation does not allow the slightest deviation. If you do two things at once, you may miss the opportunity to cultivate the Tao.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then slowed down his voice and tried to persuade him kindly.

Judging from the meaning of his words, he is also an ascended monk from the lower world.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Wen. I will definitely keep it in mind."

"It's just that Elder Xing is giving a sermon this time, and I really don't want to miss this rare opportunity."

"I wonder if the merits I have accumulated so far have qualified me to enter the palace and listen to the sermons."

Yan Yun thanked the other party respectfully, but there was no sign of giving up in his words.

After Yan Yun obtained the merit of Green Shadow, the old man in white robe did not dissuade him anymore and listed the merit record for him.

Yan Yun took the jade token, bowed to it and then walked out of the hall.

The middle-aged man used a magic circle to teleport the round bead transformed from the green shadow to the place of imprisonment, while Yan Yun had already flown away from the stone tower and headed for the market place in Tianyuan City.

A few hours later, Yan Yun arrived in front of Taixuan Palace, handed over the spirit stone in exchange for the light-blocking pendant, and walked into the palace in a grand manner.

At the end of a long corridor shrouded in silver light, Yan Yun's figure slowly appeared in the huge hall.

At this moment, the huge hall was crowded with many human and demon cultivators who came with the purpose of trading, totaling as many as three or four hundred people.

Looking around, there were dozens of stalls arranged in an orderly manner in the hall.

Yan Yun's eyes quickly scanned the hall and focused on a stone pillar in the center of the hall.

There, a demon surrounded by black air stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Yan Yun took a deep breath and then walked towards the demon clan with firm steps.

Before he got close, a pleasant and joyful low laugh sounded quietly in his ears:

"Fellow Daoist, you are finally here. After the last transaction, I thought you would immediately go into seclusion and practice hard. It would take at least several years before we see you again."

Hearing this voice, Yan Yun smiled slightly and responded in the same way: (End of this chapter)