Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 159: Tai Miao Shen Forbidden, meeting the magician!

"Senior Nanlong, since you know the location of the treasure, why do you still need to summon us and others with strong spiritual consciousness?"

At this moment, Yan Ruyan slowly stood up and saluted Nanlong Hou: "Is it difficult to find this place and does it require strong spiritual consciousness?"

"Don't ask, I will explain it later."

Marquis Nanlong's eyes moved slightly and he explained: "There is an extremely mysterious ancient magic circle outside the cave. The two of us tried our best but could not break through."

"And because we are in the Mulan Grassland, the two of us did not dare to stay for a long time, so we had to write down the characteristics of the formation and return to Tiannan to inquire about various formations."

"It was finally discovered that the prohibition released by this magic circle was the long-lost Taimiao Divine Restriction in ancient times."

The face of the ancestor of the Yan family changed and he looked a little surprised: "The Taimiao Divine Forbidden City, isn't this one of the top ten ancient prohibitions? Why did it suddenly appear here?"

All the Nascent Soul cultivators around him widened their eyes, apparently hearing this name for the first time.

The corner of Yan Yun's mouth raised slightly, and his heart moved slightly. This wonderful god had forbidden him to tell Xin Ruyin a long time ago.

With Xin Ruyin's formation ability, it would be difficult to break the Tai Miao Shen's ban in a short period of time.

The main reason is that if you want to break this restriction, you need a strong spiritual consciousness. If you don't have a strong spiritual consciousness, it's all in vain.

Marquis Nanlong waved his hand and said with a faint smile: "Although this ancient restriction is extremely magical, it is also very simple to break. It only requires a little bit of brute force."

"That's why I brought some of my colleagues here."

Hearing this, all the Yuanying monks in the hall suddenly realized why Marquis Nanlong wanted to come to him.

However, everyone was tempted when faced with the treasures brought out of Fallen Demon Valley.

The monk surnamed Yun is right. After all, there are some risks in going to Mulan Grassland, but compared with those treasures, these risks are insignificant.

Such an opportunity is also an opportunity that cannot be found for Yuanying monks.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Nanlong Hou raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said immediately:

"But one thing I want to make clear to you is that if everything goes well and we actually enter the cave, we will have to pick one of the treasures inside first, and then we can share the rest equally. Do you have any objections, fellow Taoists?" "

Yan Yun and others had no objection to the conditions of Nanlong Hou and others.

After all, it was the two of them who discovered the cave, so naturally they were the first to get the treasure.

In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, everyone immediately agreed to set off in two days.

After everyone swore an oath not to disclose the matter, they all left the place.

Yan Yun walked in front, walking alone on a bluestone street.

In an alley a few streets away, the ancestor of the Yan family walked forward slowly.

Yan Ruyan and Yan Jiu'er followed closely behind.

"Ancestor, I always feel that that person is a bit familiar."

Yan Ruyan, who was walking behind her, suddenly opened her red lips and spoke.

The ancestor of the Yan family raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Yan Ruyan in front of him and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Who else besides Yan Yun?"

Yan Ruyan curled her lips and muttered: "But he was only in the early stages of forming pills more than a hundred years ago. I didn't expect it to be him. I think he was just a monk with the same name."

There are many monks in the world of immortality, so naturally there are many monks with the same name.

Today's Yan Ruyan obviously would rather believe that the person has the same name than believe that Yan Yun has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Although his qualifications are not bad, Nascent Soul is not that easy to break through."

The ancestor of the Yan family snorted: "If I hadn't had a great opportunity to take that elixir, I wouldn't have been able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

"No matter what, although this trip is extremely risky, if you can seize this opportunity."

The ancestor of the Yan family moved his eyes slightly, stared at Yan Ruyan in front of him and said: "I believe that with your qualifications, you can easily break through the Nascent Soul stage."

After hearing the ancestor's words, Yan Ruyan's eyes flashed with a glimmer of contentment.

But soon, the figure of the man appeared in Yan Ruyan's mind.

The crystal clear lips moved slightly, revealing a slight smile.

At the same time, Yan Yun had already returned to his residence, but found that Nangong Wan had not returned yet and was practicing cross-legged.

Enough for the second day.

Nangong Wancai, who had gained a lot, returned. When Yan Yun said that he would be away for a few months, he couldn't help but look surprised.

"This trip won't last more than a hundred years."

Nangong Wan's beautiful eyes moved slightly, she looked at Yan Yun and asked.

Listening to Nangong Wan's words, Yan Yun's heart moved slightly, and his right hand couldn't help but fall on Nangong Wan's slender waist, and whispered: "With Uncle Nangong, how could I be willing to leave for so long."

"loquacious."

Feeling Yan Yun's restless right hand, Nangong Wan's cheeks turned red and she whispered, "Don't do this."

"We are leaving tomorrow. We haven't seen you for so long. Don't you miss me?"

Yan Yun quickly stepped forward and pressed his entire body directly against Nangong Wan's delicate body.

After listening to Yan Yun's words, Nangong Wan's heart moved slightly, and her jade-like lotus-root arms hugged Yan Yun's neck and whispered: "Uh-huh."

Seeing such a charming Nangong Wan, Yan Yun's lips slightly raised and he was no longer polite, and directly put his arms around Nangong Wan and entered the house.

a few days later.

At the appointed time, Yan Yun calmly left the attic and headed alone to a hill thousands of miles south of Tiantian City.

When they got there, Marquis Nanlong and the old man in white clothes were waiting there without any disciples.

Especially the Marquis of Nanlong, who even changed his purple robe and jade crown, and was dressed like a pale yellow Confucian scholar.

It's quite unaccustomed to seeing it.

After Yan Yun and the two of them nodded slightly, they randomly found a huge rock, sat cross-legged, and waited quietly.

Within the next two or three hours, the others also arrived one by one.

Only the three ancestors of the Yan family from the Ghost Spirit Sect arrived late.

"set off!"

After seeing everyone gathered together, Marquis Nanlong's lips moved slightly, and then his whole body was surrounded by spiritual light. He quietly left Tiantian City and headed south towards the Mulan Grassland.

The Yu State where Tiantian City is located is not the country closest to the Mulan Grassland.

The countries of the Nine-Nation Alliance that are adjacent to the Mulan Grassland are not really bordering on the territory, but are separated by nearly ten thousand miles of loess wilderness.

There is little vegetation in this area, the loess is flying all year round, and the wind is constant.

Beyond the realm of the earth, it naturally becomes the place where the Nine Nations Alliance and the magicians fight. Over the years, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators have died in this land.

Not to mention the time of official battle, even during ordinary times, this wasteland is also a dangerous and abnormal place.

Because for many reasons, there are many monks and magicians from both sides wandering back and forth on this land.

Some are for blatant murders and treasures, and some are for breaking through the bottleneck of cultivation in the thin line between life and death.

Whatever the reason, one thing remains the same.

Those cultivators who dare to come here are naturally quite confident in their own cultivation, and are far better than ordinary cultivators of the same level.

Most of these people are monks in the foundation-building stage, and occasionally there will be fights between the alchemy formations.

Whenever these pill-forming existences appear, those low-level immortal cultivators will immediately hide far away, for fear of harming the fish pond.

As for the old monsters at the Nascent Soul level, they would not easily appear in such a small fight.

So when Marquis Nanlong led Yan Yun and other people into this area, no one took it seriously.

They all regard this wasteland as if it were nothing.

For Yan Yun and other Yuanying stage monks, the distance of thousands of miles can be easily crossed in half a day, so they did not rush and just ran forward at a normal speed.

Marquis Nanlong and the old man in white shirt led the way. The three ancestors of the Yan family were behind, and Yan Yun and the other three were flying in the middle.

Some low-level monks were also discovered along the way. The dignified Yuanying monks naturally ignored these monks and flew out from above their heads silently.

But at this moment, the leader, the white-robed old man surnamed Yun, suddenly stopped and stopped walking.

"Brother Yun, what happened?"

Marquis Nanlong raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but ask.

The old man surnamed Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said solemnly: "There is a strong wind ahead, something is wrong."

Marquis Nanlong raised his eyebrows slightly, looking puzzled: "Strong wind? Isn't it normal for some winds here?"

Yan Yun put his hands behind his back, his consciousness surged, and he quickly thought about what was ahead.

Wherever the spiritual consciousness felt, the yellow wind came overwhelmingly, reaching a height of more than a hundred feet. Wherever it passed, there were flying sand and rocks, and yellow dust billowing, like an evil dragon emerging from the world. It was such a powerful evil spirit.

"There is indeed something wrong with this wind. It is not a natural strong wind."

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "If nothing else, it should be the magician."

At the same time, Nanlonghou's spiritual consciousness also discovered the anomaly in the wind and sand, his face became gloomy, and he said:
"Yes, this is the wind spirit technique of the Mulan people. It is called the spirit technique of the mortal world. Once this spiritual technique is used, it can not only isolate the detection of our monks, but the yellow sand and strong wind in it can also protect the body and trap the enemy. The miraculous effect is very troublesome.”

Speaking of this, Marquis Nanlong's eyes moved slightly, with a look of surprise on his face: "However, I have never seen such an amazing scene before me. It seems that the scope of spiritual magic has been expanded a hundred or a thousand times, which is a bit weird."

"Mulan people"

When Yan Ruyan and others heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.

As the young lady of the Ghost Spirit Sect, she naturally has extremely sharp eyesight and naturally knows what the Mulan people represent.

The old man surnamed Yun in the white shirt had a cautious expression on his face and couldn't help but say: "Brother Nanlong is right. Seeing how powerful this technique is, I don't know how many magicians are hidden in it. Maybe there are also a lot of Nascent Soul monks among them. "

Madam Tai in black looked surprised and couldn't help but ask: "How is this possible? Why did the Mulan people suddenly send out so many magicians?"

The ancestor of the Yan family touched the beard on his face and whispered: "Mrs. Tai, when was the last time we had a truce with the Mulan people?"

Mrs. Tai in black was silent for a moment, with a look of surprise on her face: "It's been about a hundred years, what does Brother Yan mean?"

"If it takes more than a hundred years, it will be enough for the Mulan people to recharge their batteries."

Marquis Nanlong murmured in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness on his face, and said: "It's almost time to start a new round of fighting. I don't know how many immortal cultivators will die this time."

The old man surnamed Yun in white had a serious look on his face and said:
"There are many coincidences in this world, so don't be too surprised. But right now, we only have two ways to go."

As he spoke, the old man surnamed Yun raised his finger and said: "The first is to return the same way, without having to touch the Mulan pioneer in front of us."

"We will look for another opportunity to hunt for the treasure in the future. After all, the treasure will not escape. However, the Muran attack will not stop for a few years and will not end for a while."

Mrs. Tai's eyes moved slightly and she shook her head: "The second way is to take action directly, but this is too risky, can't we avoid it?"

The old man surnamed Yun pondered for a moment, and then said solemnly: "I'm afraid it's too late to avoid it. Once the Mulan people launch an attack, how can they be the vanguard?"

Yan Yun swayed slightly, rose into the air, and said with a smile: "But we can hide ourselves and see if we can get through, as long as we get rid of the Mulan people's vanguard."

"We will have enough time to sneak into the Mulan Grassland and easily take the treasure and leave."

After listening to Yan Yun's words, Nanlong Hou's eyes lit up and he said quickly: "What Brother Yan said is true. I wonder if you fellow Taoists have any other suggestions?"

After the other Nascent Soul cultivators paused for a moment, they felt that this was the only way.

After all, this trip is not easy, and no one wants to get rid of the opportunity in front of them.

Then the leader Nanlong Hou was seen using the technique of condensing his aura, hiding his figure, and then quietly escaped towards the front.

Yan Yun directly used the breathing technique and refraction technique, and disappeared out of thin air.

"what?"

Looking at Yan Yun who suddenly disappeared in mid-air, Yan Ruyan's eyes moved slightly and she murmured in a low voice: "This is a bit like the method of old monster Qiong."

Without waiting for his reaction, everyone turned into several streaks of light and fled towards the distance.

The distance of more than a hundred miles was reached in the blink of an eye.

The gray and heavy wind and sand are like monsters emerging from the sky, pressing faintly from a distance.

Before the yellow sand arrived, waves of wind pillars roared into the sky first.

Fortunately, everyone deviated from the wind formation, and even if there were wind pillars passing by from time to time, they did not pose the slightest threat.

Yan Yun, who was in the wind formation, narrowed his eyes slightly and his consciousness surged.

Among these wind pillars, there were vague figures shaking, and many magicians could be seen hiding among them.

However, Yan Yun and others used concealment techniques, and these magicians with insufficient cultivation naturally did not notice it and went on their own to resist the wind.

Seeing that they were about to plunge into the vast yellow sand that was following behind them, Marquis Nanlong, who was walking at the front, suddenly changed his expression and sent a warning message.

"No, be careful."

As Nanlong Hou transmitted the message, he saw a huge wind pillar that was about a hundred feet thick and could not be reached at a glance, roaring towards several people from a distance.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and after scanning with his spiritual consciousness, he found several great magicians, riding wind pillars, rushing towards the crowd.

However, because the wind and sand have the effect of limiting spiritual consciousness, Yan Yun would not have been able to discover it unless he had practiced the art of tempering.

"Everyone, be careful, we may be exposed."

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his right hand, and a purple spiritual sword was already floating at his side.

Seeing Yan Yun's sudden movement, several monks present simultaneously used their magic weapons to protect themselves.

(End of this chapter)