Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

This old man Kuzhu is quite interesting. He actually came out of seclusion to meet him for the sake of the spiritual bird Feiyu, which is quite interesting.

The old man in the Danjie stage beside him immediately clasped his hands and saluted Yan Yun:

"Two seniors, please come with the juniors. Master has planned to meet the two seniors in person."

Yan Yun put his hands behind his back, glanced at Yu Huan beside him, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a chuckle: "Yan has also admired the name of your island for a long time, so he just happened to go to the island to see it."

The so-called Ten Thousand Trees Formation was extremely dangerous to others, but to Yan Yun, it was no threat at all.

Immediately afterwards, the group passed through a crack in the formation light curtain and successfully escaped into the island.

As soon as I flew into it, a rich spiritual energy hit my face, followed by lush and huge trees. These trees were really tall, measuring thirty or forty feet at every turn, and there were many types. They were all rare spiritual trees that were rarely seen in the outside world. .

In the woods, there are more than a dozen trees that are obviously much taller than the other trees. They are a kind of strange purple mulberry trees. They are scattered all over the woods, and the arrangement of them implies the mystery of heaven and earth.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked sideways at the old man, and asked, "Is this the Tianmulg Sacred Tree?"

When Yan Yun mentioned the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree, the old man didn't hide much and replied directly: "These Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Trees all grow from the same root. In fact, they are just the same Sacred Tree."

Yan Yun naturally knew this and nodded lightly.

The group of three people turned into several phantoms, and suddenly came to a dense forest full of trees. Suddenly, spiritual power surged in front of them, and then their eyes changed, and the scene in front of them suddenly changed.

A hill hundreds of feet high appeared in front of us, and with this hill as the center, many attic towers of different sizes were built on all sides, and some monks seemed to be walking in and out of it constantly.

Seeing the old man's appearance, he immediately attracted the attention of several monks.

When the old man saw this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, waved his hands gently towards the crowd, and said, "You go away and go about your own business."

When the other monks saw this, they looked at each other and dispersed one by one.

Following the old man, the three of them arrived at the top of the mountain in a short while.

And here, there is a palace built entirely of giant trees.

There were four monks in green armor standing outside the temple door, each holding a long sword and standing there expressionlessly.

The four monks remained expressionless and motionless, like puppets.

Looking at the four people in front of him, Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and found that although these four people were only at the foundation-building stage, the wood spiritual energy emanating from their bodies was far higher than that of monks of the same level. Coupled with the top-level wood attribute magic weapons in their hands, Maybe the Linking Pill monk won't be able to get it in a short time.

As if looking at Yan Yun's eyes

Seemingly noticing Yan Yun's surprise, the old man smiled and took the initiative to explain:
"These are Wood Spirit Guards trained by my master. With the help of the power of the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree, and the special combined attack method they have practiced, even the monks in the early stages of forming pills cannot defeat four of them in a short period of time."

Yan Yun glanced at the old man, nodded slightly, and said, "He is indeed different from ordinary people."

Seeing that Yan Yun didn't ask any more questions, the old man also had the sense to say nothing more, and instead concentrated on leading the way ahead.

The structure of the entire wooden palace is not complicated. Apart from a hall, there is only one side hall.

So when Yan Yun stepped into the hall, he immediately spotted a tall figure wearing a green robe and with hair as white as snow.

The moment the old man saw the figure, his expression changed drastically, he immediately saluted respectfully, and then stood aside.

"Fellow Taoist is Old Man Kuzhu!"

Yan Yun glanced at the old man and asked calmly.

"Yes, I am Kuzhu. The two fellow Taoists know each other very well. I wonder if they are fellow Taoists from the mainland?"

The man in green robe let out a long laugh and then slowly turned around.

Looking at the man in green robe, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed that this man had red lips, white teeth, and handsome eyebrows. If it weren't for his long snow-white hair, everyone would probably think of him as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

The most bizarre thing is that his face is shrouded in a faint green light, which is quite mysterious.

Yan Yun nodded slightly, and then said calmly: "It is true that we are not overseas monks, we are both from the mainland."

Hearing this, the old man Kuzhu nodded slightly, and then smiled and said: "Both of these two Taoist friends are not ordinary people. If you can come to this island, it is not too late for the island owner to welcome you."

Speaking of this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yan Yun, and he smiled and said: "Especially for fellow Taoist Yan, his cultivation is really unpredictable. I can't even judge his cultivation."

Yan Yun was in the late Nascent Soul stage, and he possessed the breath-containing technique. Naturally, he was not something that the old man Kuzhu, who was only in the middle Nascent Soul stage, could detect.

"hehe!"

Yan Yun chuckled lightly, glanced at the old man Kuzhu, and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are so humble. The name of Taoist Kuzhu is astonishing."

Hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the old man Kuzhu, and then he pointed to the wooden table in front of him and said: "You two, come and try the mulberry tea unique to this island."

As he spoke, the old man Kuzhu gently clapped his hands.

Following several crisp "pop" sounds, a young female cultivator walked into the hall holding a tea tray.

He brewed a pot of light green spiritual tea for each of the three of them, and then respectfully left the wooden hall.

"Mulberry tea, is this tea related to the Tianmulus tree?"

Yan Yun lowered his head and looked at the spiritual tea on the table, feeling the wood spiritual energy in the tea, and asked with an expression on his face.

"Taoyou has good eyesight. This tea is indeed brewed from the spiritual leaves of the Tianmulus tree. It has the effect of improving eyesight and calming the mind. There must be no other tea like this outside of this island."

Old Man Kuzhu said with some pride.

"In this way, I can taste the spiritual tea!"

Yan Yun's consciousness glanced at the spiritual tea in the cup, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he took a sip without hesitation.

Taking a sip of the spiritual tea, Yan Yun felt the surging spiritual power wrapping around him.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and felt that his body was filled with spiritual energy. Then he glanced at the old man Kuzhu and said calmly:

"I think Taoist Kuzhu should know something about the purpose of our visit. I wonder what you think of the deal proposed by Yan?"

Hearing this, the old man Kuzhu frowned, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and replied: "To be honest with you two fellow Taoists, this transaction makes me very embarrassed."

"That black phoenix is ​​at the critical stage of advancement. No matter how many demon pills the two Taoists bring out, they are not willing to exchange the feathers of the black wind."

Speaking of this, the old man Kuzhu hesitated for a moment and said: "Otherwise, the next time this spiritual bird breaks through the bottleneck, it may only happen in the year of the monkey."

Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the old man Kuzhu, and said calmly: "So, Taoist Kuzhu disagrees with this matter?"

After hearing this, the old man Kuzhu continued: "If I refuse, it will not be good for the two fellow Taoists to return empty-handed."

"Our world of immortality is based on cultivation. If these two fellow Taoists can defeat me, I agree to this deal."

Yan Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled softly: "That's very good."

Seeing Yan Yun agree, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the old man Kuzhu, and then he continued: "Okay, it's a deal, I haven't had a competition with anyone in nearly a hundred years, I don't know which of the two Taoist friends will give it a try."

Yan Yun glanced at Yu Huan beside him and said calmly: "Let her take action."

Yu Huan's body swayed, turned into a vermilion shadow, and disappeared instantly.

When Yu Huan appeared again, he was already hundreds of feet above the mountain, suspended in mid-air with a calm expression.

And in the distance is the old man Kuzhu. In other places nearby, there were also seven or eight alchemy monks who came after hearing the news. They all stared at the situation in the sky with their eyes wide open.

"go with!"

Looking at Yu Huan in front of him, the old man Kuzhu suddenly let out a low voice, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and then saw several rays of cold light quickly gushing out from his body.

Taking a closer look, he saw more than a hundred green streams of light flashing past, and he saw that these green lights suddenly grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of green flying swords became astonishingly powerful.

After a flash of sword light, all the flying swords automatically formed a strange formation, hovering over the head of the old man Kuzhu, hiding cold murderous intent.

"It's a pity that my strength has exceeded the late Nascent Soul stage!"

Yan Yun's eyes flickered and he muttered silently in his heart: "Otherwise, you can use the Purple Thunder Spirit Wood Sword to fight him."

Looking at the oncoming fierce sword array, Yu Huan looked calm and waved his sleeves.

Then he saw black flames condense out of thin air and quickly condensed in front of him.

Tiandu Corpse Fire quickly condensed into shape, forming a black shield.

The emerald green spiritual sword landed heavily on Tiandu Corpse Fire.

"Boom!"

As the ear-piercing roar sounded, Tiandu Corpse Fire directly blocked the sword formation.

At this moment, the jet-black flames spread rapidly as if they were alive this time.

It was as if he wanted to completely burn the green flying sword.

Seeing that his sword was injured, Old Man Kuzhu pointed his right hand and quickly drove the flying sword away.

Then he recited several mantras silently.

There was a buzzing sound from the flying swords above the head, and then all the flying swords shook at the same time. Hundreds of feet long sword energy spurted out from the sword array, turning into a dense sword shadow and shooting towards the opposite side. On the way They joined together and turned into a forest of cold light, dazzling and dazzling.

"interesting!"

Yan Yun chuckled, and at this moment, a small mountain peak appeared in Yu Huan's hands.

The dripping water slowly poured into Qianzhong Peak, and then he saw that the mountain peak grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it grew to several hundred feet in size.

It was like a towering mountain peak, covered in darkness.

Then a surge of soaring spiritual pressure erupted from Qianzhong Peak without concealment, spreading like a huge wave.

Those pill-forming monks who were watching the battle in the distance felt their breathing tightened when they were rushed by this spiritual wave, and their body-protecting treasure lights swayed unsteadily.

Some of those with lower cultivation levels had their expressions changed greatly, and they all turned away from each other.

"Stop! No need to compete anymore, I will admit defeat!"

After the old man Kuzhu sensed the spiritual energy emitted by Qianzhong Peak, he finally turned pale and shouted loudly, and took the initiative to admit defeat.

But he realized that he could not win and chose to admit defeat.

As the old man Kuzhu surrendered, Yu Huan waved one hand and quickly took the Thousand Peaks into his hands.

Almost at the same time, the astonishing spiritual energy in Yu Huan's body gradually disappeared, and the Tiandu Corpse Fire around him also disappeared in an instant.

Old Man Kuzhu felt relieved when he saw this scene, and suddenly felt cold sweat dripping from his back.

The moment Thousand Peaks appeared, it was unable to resist.

It has lived for so long and has experienced countless fights. The reason why it is still alive is because of its sensitivity to threats.

Especially when he felt the magical power exerted by Yu Huan just now, as well as the terrifying spiritual pressure just now, if he persisted, the only way left for him would be death.

Thinking of this, Old Man Kuzhu was filled with fear, and he couldn't help but secretly thought: "It seems that it is a wise move to leave seclusion for these two people."

He didn't think that the Ten Thousand Wood Formation on the island could really stop this person's anger, not to mention that he was accompanied by a Nascent Soul cultivator whose cultivation level was different from his own.

After the fight, the old man Kuzhu became extremely polite. Without saying a word, he greeted the old man in the late stage of pill formation, and then took out a treasure and asked him to pick the feather of black wind.

A quarter of an hour later, the old man walked in with a jade box in his hand and respectfully placed the box in front of his master.

After the old man Kuzhu glanced at Yan Yun and Yan Yun, he flicked his sleeves and robe, and the jade box automatically flew towards Yan Yun.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yan Yun was not polite and directly took the jade box with a wave of one hand.

Then he opened the jade box, and what appeared in front of him was a faint red glow.

In exchange, Yan Yun also took out two seventh-level demonic beast inner elixirs and handed them over.

The old man Kuzhu who had obtained the inner elixir had a smile on his face. After all, the seventh-level monster inner elixir was also a rare thing.

"I have one more unkind favor."

Yan Yun looked at the old man Kuzhu and said lightly.

After seeing Yan Yun's powerful strength, he naturally wouldn't say anything more.

He quickly replied: "Fellow Taoist, it doesn't matter if you say so."

Yan Yun was not polite and asked directly: "I am quite interested in this sacred mulberry tree. I wonder if you can give me a few?"

Hearing this, the old man Kuzhu smiled and nodded: "Of course."

After half a cup of tea, the old man in the late stage of elixir formation took out another brocade box, which contained several sacred mulberry trees.

After seeing what was in front of him, a smile flashed in Yan Yun's eyes.

Half a day later, Yan Yun and Yu Huan flew out of Buzhu Island, turning into two startling rainbows and leaving the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the light disappeared from the sky near this place without a trace.

And he had an appointment with the rich old man from Jiuyou Sect to meet in southern Xinjiang, and the time seemed to be almost there.

"The trip to Kunwu Mountain has begun!"

Yan Yun's eyes flickered and he muttered silently in his heart.

Four months later, after Yan Yun finally crossed several counties, Dunguang appeared in Nanjiang County.

Southern Xinjiang is one of the few places in the world that is not controlled by large sects. The resources in the county are occupied and divided by more than a dozen medium-sized sects.

Although these sects usually fight among themselves, once other forces invade southern Xinjiang, they will immediately unite to fight against the enemy.

Even those sects among the ten sects of good and evil have never been able to invade them, and they have become a country of their own in the Jin Dynasty.

The occurrence of this situation has a lot to do with the fact that the Southern Xinjiang sect is very exclusive and has its own system of cultivation techniques.

The techniques practiced by these monks are all sinister techniques, and they are always good at rare techniques such as using poison and repelling insects.

The skills used here are really superb. When monks of the same level fight with them, they will be poisoned inexplicably if they are not careful. It is really impossible to prevent them. (End of chapter)