Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 196 Spiritual Transformation!

Those ordinary corpse-refining people just paid it back. They didn't know the meaning of fear at all and remained indifferent.

However, the three corpse kings in the pill-forming stage were in a commotion, with hesitation and fear in their eyes.

The other monks and magicians were stunned by the giant ape's magical power.

The woman in black robe in the distance couldn't help but change her expression when she saw the scene in front of her. She didn't have time to think too much, and then her whole body turned into a stream of yellow light and sped towards the crying soul.

Seeing more and more refined corpses being swallowed into her mouth, the woman in black robe became anxious and quickly raised her right hand.

With a stabbing sound, a ray of purple light quickly turned into a giant blade several feet long, slashing hard at the Soul Crying Beast.

Just as he made a move, a man in white suddenly appeared on the shoulder of the crying soul out of thin air. He looked at the female cultivator in black robe and said with a faint smile:
"Seeing that I killed Master Mulan, how dare you come forward?"

While speaking, Yan Yun rubbed his hands together, and there was a loud thunderclap sound, and golden arcs of different thicknesses suddenly appeared on his body, bouncing around and making them dazzling.

The black-robed female cultivator's eyes narrowed and she looked at Yan Yun with fear on her face.

He actually saw Yan Yun display his divine power and kill Master Mulan, who had reached the late Nascent Soul stage.

"not good!"

The black-robed female cultivator was so frightened that she was sweating all over. She didn't have time to think too much and quickly ran away behind her.

Unfortunately, Yan Yun, who is good at speed, obviously has no chance of winning.

The slim figure of the black-robed woman then turned into a piece of light smoke and shot back. She hurriedly made a seal with her hands and swayed slightly.

The figure blurred for a while, and seven or eight identical women stood side by side. this
These women looked like real people, their movements were consistent, and they suddenly dispersed and flew in all directions.

They all turned into streaks of yellow light, making it impossible to tell which one was the true form of the black-robed woman.

Looking at those phantoms, a slight smile flashed in Yan Yun's eyes.

With the cultivation level of this female cultivator, how could she escape from her hands?
He looked at the many escaping lights scattered around, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Crack!"

As the harsh thunder sounded, Yan Yun shook his sleeves, and a crimson Binghuoyang thunder pierced the air, like a crimson dragon.

In an instant, he appeared behind the black-robed female cultivator.

A burning smell was immediately heard, and the woman screamed and fell from the air.

Taking a closer look, this woman's body was completely charred and black, and she was no longer breathing.

At this moment, a spiritual infant with a very similar appearance to this woman quickly escaped from the corpse and galloped away into the distance.

Yan Yun waved his right hand.

Countless slender arcs of electricity surged out, like a golden net, quickly covering the spiritual infant.

Then squeeze hard.

"what!"

Along with the woman's shrill scream, the black-robed woman Nascent Soul suddenly screamed:
"You can't kill me. I am the partner of the master of the Yinluo Sect of the Demonic Path of Jin. If you kill me, I and you will definitely fight to the death."

"The partner of the leader of the Yinluo Sect?"

Listening to the black-robed female cultivator's words, Yan Yun's eyes flashed with a hint of mischief: "Don't say that you are the companion of the Yin Luo Sect's leader, I can kill even the Yin Luo Sect's leader."

As Yan Yun finished speaking, the golden net that had been loosened suddenly tightened, tightly wrapping the female cultivator Yuanying. Then the electric arc bounced and exploded with thunder.

The Nascent Soul of the black-robed woman could not even make a wailing sound, and just disappeared into ashes.

"How should I explain this to the master of Yinluo Sect?"

The skinny divine master in the distance had a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Who, who killed my wife? I will extract his soul and refine his soul to avenge this hatred."

Sensing the death of his Taoist companion, a thunderous roar came from the clouds, and the voice belonged to that of the Yinluo Sect master.

"The winner has not yet been decided, so why are you leaving in such a hurry? Yi is just trying to learn more about the magic skills of one or two fellow Taoists?"

Following the words of the man in black robe, the voice of the old devil of Hehuan also came out in an extremely vague and distant voice.

Then another stream of gray-white mist also shot down from the sky, stopping just in front of the dark clouds.

"Get out of my way. I have no intention of arguing with you now. If you don't get out of here, don't blame me for being rude."

The voice of the leader of the Yinluo Sect in the dark clouds was extremely cold.

"You're welcome. Yi has never been rude to anyone in his life. Whatever means you have, just use them."

The old devil Hehuan sneered, showing no intention of giving in.

The man in black robes in the clouds fell silent, and after a while, he said grimly:
"Okay, since you don't know how to advance or retreat, my sect leader is not in the mood to waste any more time. Let me show you the power of my sect's most precious treasure, "Oni Luo Banner"."

The leader of the Yinluo Sect seemed to be extremely angry and laughed.

"Ghost Luo Ban" the voice of the old devil Hehuan was slightly surprised and a little excited.

Yan Yun put his hands behind his back and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, with a smile on his lips.

But in his heart, he was thinking about whether to take advantage of this opportunity and keep him here.

And just as Yan Yun was condensing, a scream suddenly came from behind the sorcerer, followed by a flash of light, and a dozen rays of light of different colors shot towards here quickly.

And before he even got close, someone shouted loudly.

"Masters, stop it. Something happened on the grassland, things have changed!"

This person seemed to want everyone to hear, and actually used some kind of secret technique to shout these words.

Then the speed of these escaping lights increased by three points, and they shot into the battlefield at once.

Both monks and monks heard it clearly. Most people couldn't help but temporarily stopped in astonishment and looked over with some surprise.

When the skinny old man heard this, his heart sank.

"Looks like they're in."

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered silently in his heart: "It's no wonder that the unexpected people occupied the Mulan Grassland in the future. To be able to act so decisively is really not an ordinary person."

Just as Yan Yun was condensing, he saw the light in the distance converge, revealing a dozen magicians wearing various costumes.

The leader, the yellow-robed mage, has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Seeing the arrival of the yellow-robed monk, the skinny old man couldn't help but look surprised.

The yellow-robed monk moved his lips slightly and whispered.

Listening to the monk's message, the skinny old man couldn't help but look gloomy.

Then he saw the yellow-robed monk take out a jade slip from his sleeve and hand it over.

After the skinny old man took the jade slip, he was immersed in it.

After a moment, his face turned extremely green, and then he turned to look at Long Han and said:
"There is no need for us to continue fighting. Stop fighting immediately. Otherwise, the snipe and the clam will fight, and the fisherman will benefit."

"What does this mean? If you want to cease the war, you must also give yourself a reason."

Long Han's eyes flickered a few times and he said noncommittally.

The skinny old man did not answer, but looked at Long Han and asked: "Are you sending a team of monks to loot our warehouse in Tiantian City?"

Long Han was naturally shocked. He looked calm on the surface, and after his eyes flickered a few times, he replied calmly:
"This is indeed the case. It seems that you have discovered it."

A trace of anger flashed across the face of the skinny old man, and he snorted coldly: "If someone hadn't taken action unexpectedly, you might have succeeded."

"What. Is there such a thing?"

Long Han only listened to a few words before he lost his voice and could no longer maintain his composure.

"Now that things have come to this, do I still need to lie to you?"

The skinny old man snorted coldly, then raised his right hand.

Dazzling auras of light quickly emerged from the body, and the light was dazzling.

The mage who saw the aura stopped immediately and flew towards the mage camp.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Long Han frowned, then raised his right hand and released a talisman. The talisman soared into the sky and suddenly turned into several golden balls of light, exploding in the air with a dazzling brilliance.

The monks who were still taking action immediately stopped when they saw this scene and quickly retreated towards the monk camp.

In the blink of an eye, the space between the two formations became empty.

The two sides seemed to have returned to the situation before the war, separated to two sides.

It's just that each of them lost a lot of manpower, which can be considered as a loss of vitality.

But in the end, the high-level monks and magicians did not suffer too many casualties.

In comparison, the mage's damage was huge.

The fourth divine master in the late Nascent Soul stage died in the hands of Yan Yun. This was a huge blow to the Mulan people.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Master Mulan who was leaving in a majestic manner, and couldn't help but shake his head.

The Tuwu people united several Jin sects and attacked the Mulan people together. The largest clan guarding the rear by the Mulan people had been destroyed a month ago.

As for the Muran people's front line, they still don't know. It's all because of the Tutu people who have blocked the news, and even the other tribes of the Muran people don't know.

Now the sudden attack, taking advantage of Mulan Tiannan's fight, is just a snipe and a clam fight.

The Tutu people have great ambitions, and annexing Mulan is only the first step. They also want to capture Tiannan in one fell swoop.

As expected, the next step is for the Mulan people to make peace with Tiannan.

Tiannan assigned part of the country to the Mulan people, and also relied on the Mulan people's magicians to resist the unexpected people going south.

After all, the two combined totaled six late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and even if they were unexpected, it would not be that simple to capture them.

After the truce, Yan Yun ignored the negotiations of a group of high-level monks and returned to the cave alone.

As soon as he entered the cave, Le Zongqin quickly greeted him.

"Master, how is the battle going?"

Le Zongqin's red lips moved slightly and asked in a low voice.

After all, she is the Saint of Mulan, so she naturally cares about the people of Mulan.

Yan Yun waved his hand gently and said calmly: "The sudden attack from behind, now let's stop and make peace, but the Mulan people will succumb to the Nine Nations Alliance in the future."

"this."

Le Zongqin's eyes were full of anger and he couldn't help but said: "How can a sudden person be so shameless?"

"What are your plans next?"

Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly and he couldn't help but look at Le Zongqin: "Now that there is no war between Tiannan and Mulan, I can let you go back to Mulan."

"this..."

Le Zongqin opened his mouth, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then he looked deeply at Yan Yun: "I am willing to follow the master, but can you let me go back to see the clan members?"

"Cough cough!"

Hearing this, Yan Yun couldn't help but cough slightly and whispered: "I may not be able to go back now."

"I just killed a divine master named Tian."

Le Zongqin's pupils shrank, his eyes full of shock and his face full of disbelief.

After all, Yan Yun's cultivation was only in the middle stage of Yuanying. How could he kill a master who had reached the late stage of Yuanying?

But when I think about the great strength Yan Yun has shown, it doesn't seem like he is cheating.

Yan Yun flipped his right hand, and several storage bags appeared in front of the table. He then stretched out his right hand and pointed at one of the storage bags that exuded light gold.

"This one is the storage bag of the magician."

Looking at the storage bag handed over by Yan Yun, Le Zongqin was a little stunned.

"This divine master has a very miraculous technique that can be transformed into something external."

Yan Yun stared at the storage bag in front of him, a smile flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he held the storage bag in his hand.

Divine consciousness slowly poured into it.

Soon, a delicate jade pendant appeared in his hand.

The jade pendant was placed between the eyebrows, and spiritual consciousness slowly poured into it.

"Spiritual transformation!"

After half a cup of tea, Yan Yun slowly put down the jade slip, with a smile flashing in his eyes: "You're lucky, this is the external incarnation technique."

The so-called spiritual transformation, as the name suggests, is to use spiritual techniques to condense a pure spiritual body.

"My spiritual power!"

Yan Yun touched his chin and slowly raised his right hand.

Then he saw several thunderbolts stirring between his fingers.

The crimson Binghuo Yang Lei kept surging, like a crimson dragon.

Then a dazzling golden light flashed, and Geng Jin Jie Lei was like a sharp sword.

"It's a pity that the Five Elements Divine Thunder hasn't gathered yet."

Yan Yun sighed softly, and the divine thunder in his hand flashed past, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"I'm going to retreat for a while."

Yan Yun looked at Le Zongqin and said.

Listening to Yan Yun's words, Le Zongqin nodded slightly and then slowly stepped back.

Yan Yun closed his eyes slightly and practiced according to the spiritual transformation technique.

As the spiritual power surged, streaks of blue-purple spiritual light were seen pouring out of the body.

Immediately afterwards, an uncertain blue-purple spirit body condensed in front of him.

The aura exuded by the spirit body is comparable to that of a monk at the first level of Qi training.

In the future, as Yan Yun continues to pour spiritual power into it, his cultivation level will also increase.

After half a year.

When Yan Yun slowly opened his eyes, golden divine light surged through his body.

An attribute bar visible only to you appeared in front of you.

【Yanyun】

[Spiritual Roots: Wind, Thunder Spiritual Roots]

[Physique: Wind Spirit Body, Thunder Spirit Body]

[Cultivation: Mid-stage Nascent Soul]

[Kung Fu: Wind and Thunder Sword Ruins (2th level 1%) Dayan Jue (2th level %) God Forging Technique (th level %)]

[Body refining techniques: Mingwang Jue (sixth level 2%) Nine Yin Soul Absorbing into the Body (sixth level 2%), Wind and Thunder Body Refining (seventh level 1%), Giant Demon Technique (Dacheng)]

[Spells: Holy Fire of Shura (Dacheng), Binghuo Yanglei (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Condensation Sword Technique (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Escape (Dacheng), Breath Condensation Technique (Dacheng), Sword Qi Transformed into Silk (Dacheng), Shangling True Wind (Dacheng) ) Spiritual Art Transformation (Dacheng)]

[Supernatural power: Wind and Thunder True Body, Transparent Lingxi]

"Buzz!"

As a buzzing sound sounded, a blue-purple spirit body floated in front of him.

Feeling the aura emanating from his body, he has already reached the early stage of foundation building.

Because Yan Yun's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, the strength of this spiritual identity has increased rapidly in the early stage.

However, after entering the foundation building period, the speed suddenly dropped.

(End of this chapter)