Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 148: Family birthday banquet, soul extraction and infant refining

Liu Yu's face showed bitterness, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes.

Especially when he thought of Yan Yun's powerful strength, he couldn't even think of resisting at all.

"Then what do we do?"

Liu Yu's red lips opened slightly, and she couldn't help but ask.

Han Yunzhi was silent for a moment and whispered: "That senior did not hide his identity, nor did he threaten you or me. He obviously just asked us to reveal his identity."

"Then reply to the elders and others like this."

After all, if the two girls get nothing, they will inevitably be blamed.

After having Yan Yun, Yulingzong can implicate Yan Yun's anger.

Of course, all this was done intentionally by Yan Yun.

A single Zhimu Spirit Infant is not Yan Yun's goal. Yan Yun's goal is to seize the Yuling Sect's Five Elements Spirit Infant.

With just one Nascent Soul, it is not difficult for Yu Huan's cultivation to match the Nascent Soul stage. However, if he wants to increase his cultivation in the future, he still has to fill in the five elements. It is better to fill up the five elements now.

One step is all it takes.

Taihe City.

"Hey, this girl looks so familiar."

Then he saw a white-haired old man in the foundation building stage, his eyes sweeping over Xin Ruyin who was drinking tea in the teahouse.

He frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice: "Could it be Miss Xin who helped make the formation a hundred years ago?"

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man swayed, turned around and flew towards Zidao Mountain.

Xin Ruyin, who was in the elixir formation stage, would naturally not take a foundation-building monk seriously, and instead drank tea with Chen Qiaoqian and others.

Zidao Mountain is shrouded in purple mist every year, so it gets the title of Purple Qi Daodao.

In a giant fortress dozens of feet high, the current head of the Fu family, Fu Tianhua, was full of energy and glowing.

No matter who they meet, any junior in the family is extremely amiable. This makes some juniors who are used to seeing the stern face of the leader of the clan, mostly flattered.

This is also sad, because the 400th birthday of this ancestor is coming soon. As the oldest surviving alchemy monk in the Fu family, even the two guardians of the Demon Flame Sect are coming here today to pray for him. Happy birthday.

Let the Fu family gain face again.

The juniors of the Fu family naturally did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and they all worked hard in the fort.

But we can't let our ancestors lose face on their birthday.

After walking around the fort for a while, the ancestor seemed to be very satisfied. Accompanied by several juniors, he entered a side hall in the fort.

"Qing'er, haven't the VIPs from the Demon Flame Sect arrived yet? There's nothing wrong with coming to Fu's house, right?"

The eagle-eyed purple-robed ancestor of the Fu family leaned on an imperial chair in the side hall and asked slowly.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty.

He is worthy of being the man who has managed the Fu family so prosperously for a hundred years.

"To inform our ancestors, Senior Sun of the Demon Flame Sect has already called the disciples in the clan to send a message. This time he and Protector Mo will definitely come to wish our ancestors a birthday in person."

"I think it will arrive in a day or two."

A white-faced monk in his forties replied with his hands tied, not daring to show a trace of indifference on his face.

"That's right, ancestors don't have to worry."

Next to the white-faced middle-aged man, there was an old man with fine eyebrows and a brocade robe. He also saluted respectfully and said: "Seniors Sun and Mo have been friends with the Fu family for hundreds of years. They will definitely arrive as scheduled."

"Besides, we have married the two most outstanding women in the clan to these two as concubines. Why are they so embarrassed not to come?"

The ancestor of the Fu family nodded slightly, and they were right.

"But Fu Yun reported that he saw a formation master from a hundred years ago in Taihe City."

Fu Qing frowned slightly and whispered.

"what?"

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Fu family frowned slightly, and with his cultivation in the pill formation stage, he quickly remembered Xin Ruyin, and couldn't help but said: "Isn't she the body of a dragon? Why did she survive safely? Now?"

"And according to Fu Yun, her appearance is the same as before."

A trace of greed flashed in Fu Qing's eyes. If today was not his ancestor's special day, he would have gone down the mountain to rob the beautiful lady.

He fell in love with Xin Ruyin at the first sight when he saw her. However, his status in the clan was extremely low back then, and now that he has become powerful, he naturally does not want to let Xin Ruyin go.

"In that case, just invite her up the mountain."

The Ancestor of the Fu family moved his eyes slightly and said, "Just come and wish me a happy birthday, Ancestor."

After listening to the ancestor's words, a smile appeared in Fu Qing's eyes, and he quickly bowed his hands and said: "Don't worry, ancestor, I will definitely handle this matter properly."

With this in mind.

Fu Qing drove a silver flying sword and flew towards the outside of the castle.

After paying, his face glowed red, he seemed particularly excited, and he couldn't wait to fly to the bottom of the mountain.

"Where are the Xin Mei people?"

Fu Qing looked at the white-haired old man not far away and asked.

Seeing such an impatient payment, the white-haired old man did not dare to neglect, and quickly raised his hands and saluted: "It's in the teahouse ahead."

"well."

Fu Qing quickly shouted "good luck" several times and then sped towards the teahouse.

The speeding payment was naturally discovered by Xin Ruyin and others immediately.

"How come there is a deceitful person here?"

Chen Qiaoqian frowned slightly and said coldly.

Zi Lingyu frowned slightly and said in a sweet voice: "I'll kill you immediately."

Yuan Yao's eyes were filled with coldness and he nodded: "The one who comes is not good, so strike first."

"Is this Miss Xin inside?"

Fu Qing was suspended in mid-air, looking at the teahouse. When his eyes swept over the beauties, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Even his breathing became tight.

Every stunning beauty is countless times better than his own wife and concubines.

Especially the excellent temperament of these beauties made him fascinated.

He didn't even notice that his spiritual consciousness could not detect the female cultivation level.

Of course, women who practice breath-containing techniques cannot be detected by just a foundation-building monk.

“So what if I am, so what if I’m not?”

Xin Ruyin glanced at Fu Qing and asked coldly: "I don't know you, so please don't disturb me."

"My ancestor asked Miss Xin to have a talk."

Speaking of his ancestor, Fu Qing couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes full of pride: "My ancestor is an alchemy monk. If Miss Xin can get some advice from my ancestor, it will also be of great help to her cultivation." .”

"What is the cultivation level of the ancestor of the Fu family?"

Yuan Yao snorted softly and couldn't help but ask: "Is it Senior Yuanying?"

Hearing the word Yuanying, Fu Qing looked embarrassed and said quickly: "Although my ancestor is not a senior Yuanying, he is an alchemy monk."

"You're just a pill-forming monk, but you still want Sister Xin to see you?"

Man'er was young and had a fierce personality. He put his hands on his hips and shouted angrily.

Looking at Man'er with fair and tender skin, Fu Qing licked his lips: "If you don't want to go, then why don't you blame me for being rude?"

With a "stab" sound, a wind blade flashed past, and then he paid off with a ferocious expression, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.

Looking down, I saw that at some point, my body was suddenly separated. died.

Pay off the last thought that comes to mind.

Yan Yun landed on the teahouse, glanced at Fu Qing's corpse on the ground, and said calmly: "Who is this?"

"It looks like the clothes are from the Fu family!"

Chen Qiaoqian stepped forward slowly and said with a smile: "I'm here to invite Sister Xin to visit Fu's house."

"What good intentions can these people have?"

Man'er snorted softly and muttered: "My sisters are also highly cultivated. If they were some Qi-training monks, they would have been ruined by them long ago."

Yan Yun nodded slightly, patted Man'er's head gently, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be young, but you think clearly."

"If the Fu family doesn't know what's important, I don't mind letting them have a birthday party and a funeral."

The murderous intent in Yan Yun's eyes was unconcealed, and he said calmly: "Let's take a rest for a day and then return to Hiyue Sect."

Chen Qiaoqian's eyes moved slightly and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "I wonder how my husband's master is doing now?"

"I hope I can break through the Nascent Soul stage."

Yan Yun sighed softly and looked at the sky in the distance, feeling quite uneasy in his heart.

At this moment, seven or eight rays of red light suddenly flew from the sky. After the light faded, a group of male and female monks wearing fiery red clothes appeared.

At the head were two pill-forming monks, one with a white face and a gourd on his waist, the other with an ordinary appearance but cold eyes.

Next to them is a beautiful female cultivator, followed by four foundation-building monks who look like disciples.

"They are from the Demon Flame Sect."

Upon seeing these people, the casual cultivators on the hillside became commotion, and some even shouted in a low voice.

"Those are Protectors Sun and Protector Mo of the Demon Flame Sect who are responsible for foreign affairs. The two female cultivators next to them are the famous Shuangyan of the Fu family. I heard that they have become concubines for these two seniors."

A more knowledgeable casual cultivator whispered to his companions in a lower voice. He looked like he was afraid of being overheard by the Demon Flame Sect monks.

Listening to everyone's words, Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but glance at the two Demon Flame Sect alchemy monks.

Then his eyes swept over the female cultivators on their side, and they were indeed two charming women.

These Demon Flame Sect monks turned a blind eye to these casual cultivators.

One of the Demon Flame Sect disciples walked up to the mist without saying a word, raised his hand and released a transmission note that flew into the mist, and then returned honestly behind the two pill-forming monks.

After a while, the purple mist rolled and opened a passage on its own.

Several welcoming disciples of the Fu family came out with respectful expressions on their faces.

Yan Yun ignored them, but glanced at the women in front of him and said, "I'm going to retreat. If the ancestor of the Fu family comes to disturb me, I'll just kill him."

With the cultivation level of the girls, not to mention the ancestors of the Fu family, it would be easy to kill the two Demon Flame Sect pill-forming monks together.

Yan Yun was naturally not worried.

Stepping into the house, Yan Yun sat cross-legged, and a red-gold thunder ball appeared beside him.

This Zhimu Spirit Infant is a problem. Yan Yun plans to extract its soul and erase its consciousness, and then remove the restrictions left by the Yuling Sect on its body.

With a "tick" sound, the red-gold thunder ball floated in the air, and dazzling golden thunderballs emitted from it.

There was a constant crackling sound.

Yan Yun looked at the thunder ball in front of him and waved it gently.

Wisps of lightning were continuously torn down like ribbons, revealing the emerald-green Supreme Wood Spirit Infant hidden within.

Looking at the emerald green spirit infant, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes and slowly stretched out his right hand.

Looking at the slowly approaching right hand, Zhimu Lingying's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "What do you want to do?"

"Of course I want the memories in your mind."

Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pinched his fingers slightly, and a stream of light gray spiritual power instantly wrapped around Zhimu Lingying.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of light gray aura were drawn out.

"what!!!"

"Spare your life!"

Feeling that his soul was being extracted, Zhimu Lingying let out shrill screams one after another, and his head kept shaking.

It seemed extremely painful.

Looking at Zhimu Lingying in front of him, Yan Yun licked his lips without hesitating too much.

He closed his eyes slightly and carefully searched the memories in his mind.

The most critical one is where the other Five Elements Spirit Infants are located.

This is the most important thing.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, held his breath and waited quietly.

Time passed, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Then he saw the Five Elements Spiritual Infant froze on the spot, as if he was demented.

It was obvious that his soul had been separated and his consciousness was gone.

"It turns out that the remaining four Nascent Souls are here."

Yan Yun was overjoyed and laughed in a low voice: "If that's the case, the Yuling Sect can go there in person."

After doing all this, Yan Yun once again gathered the golden thunder ribbon, directly covering the Five Elements Spirit Infant completely.

It was continuously compressed into a ball and held in the hand.

Looking at the thunder ball in his hand, Yan Yun stuffed it into his hand.

Then he tapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a six-winged frost centipede several feet in size appeared in front of him.

His body was covered with biting frost, and his mouth was open, as if he wanted to tear Yan Yun apart.

The frost condensed into shape and spat on Yan Yun.

Soon a layer of ice crystals adhered to Yan Yun's body.

If an ordinary monk were touched by this frost flower, he would die and become an ice sculpture.

However, Yan Yun's body is extremely powerful and he is good at ice methods. The mere six-winged frost centipede of the second-level demon beast will not have any impact at all.

Holding the six-winged frost centipede in his hand, Yan Yun frowned slightly and fell into deep thought: "It is only a second-level strength, but its body has too little true dragon blood. Should it be cultivated to the fifth level and then be devoured by the white jade clam and thunder dragon? "

Considering Yan Yun's current strength, cultivating a six-winged frost centipede to level five is a piece of cake without any pressure.

"Keep it for nurturing."

Yan Yun thought for a moment and finally made a decision.

Stuffed it into the spirit beast bag.

"Ancestor, it's not good, I will be killed after paying the price."

The red-faced ancestor of the Fu family was suddenly disturbed by a scream. He looked at the white-haired old man kneeling on the ground, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but said: "Who killed Qing'er?"

"Who dares to do anything within the confines of our Fu family?"

The white-haired old man said quickly: "That Miss Xin, a young man in white suddenly came and killed Master Qing with a wind blade."

Upon hearing this, the ancestor of the Fu family immediately stood up with anger on his face, but soon reason took over his mind again.

A monk who can kill all of them with one move must naturally be a pill-forming monk.

If his cultivation reached the late stage of pill formation, he would not dare to offend him.

"Take me there!"

The ancestor of the Fu family glanced at the white-haired old man and said, "I want to see who killed my Qing'er."

(End of this chapter)