Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Seeing this scene, several Yuanyings not far away gathered together and whispered.

At this moment, Yan Yun heard the voice of the old man surnamed Fu:

"It seems that once this magic circle is broken, our alliance will probably come to an end. Brother Yan, what are your plans next?"

Yan Yun looked at the old man not far away, thought for a moment, and responded with lip language:

"I plan to explore alone from now on, please be careful."

In the original novel, this monk named Fu was killed by the corpse bear and turned into the bloody essence in the magic dragon blade.

However, given the relationship between the two, just a reminder is enough.

After listening to Yan Yun's words, the old man surnamed Fu was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "In that case, I will go with Fellow Daoist Bai. After all, if we encounter that Silver-winged Yaksha, we don't have the means that Fellow Daoist Yan has."

In fact, based on the thoughts of the cultivator surnamed Fu and Bai Yaoyi, they would rather travel with Yan Yun.

Yan Yun is a man of extraordinary means, and it would be much safer if we could go together.

But Yan Yun had no intention of going with him, so he didn't say much.

"Brother Fu, Fellow Daoist Yan! We are about to set off."

The discussion over there seemed to have ended. The burly man immediately greeted this side, and then two people in a group stopped in front of several stone tablets and rushed off in two different directions.

Soon after, their figures disappeared into the spiritual mist in the distance, and no trace of them could be seen anymore.

At this moment, the old man surnamed Fu had also finished his telepathic conversation with Bai Yaoyi. After saying goodbye to Yan Yun, the two cultivators chose a stone staircase that no one had ever stepped on, and left without hesitation by performing the light body technique.

The originally bustling square was suddenly left with only Yan Yun.

Looking around at the empty environment, Yan Yun showed a cold smile, and his eyes scanned the stone tablets one by one.

Apart from the places that the previous groups of monks passed by and places such as "Kunwu Temple" and "Demon Suppression Tower" which are obviously important places in Kunwu Mountain, the rest are vague and difficult to guess.

"Huiming Pavilion, Xiangyun Hall, Gouyutan... Zhuling Hall." Yan Yun's sight suddenly stopped on a stone tablet.

If Yan Yun remembered correctly, there was Taiyin True Fire in this spirit casting hall.

This is one of the three true fires in the world. It is a great opportunity and Yan Yun will naturally not miss it.

With this in mind, Yan Yun's figure flashed and turned into a phantom, escaping into the distance.

Just a moment after Yan Yun mysteriously left the square, the light in the center of the square began to flicker, followed by yellow light flashing one after another, and the three demons, the Silver-winged Yaksha, the ugly woman, and the lion beast, appeared in the light at the same time.

"We have reached the limit of our earth escape technique. If we continue to move forward, we may trigger the underground restriction."

The Silver-Winged Yaksha retracted the light on his body, turned to look at the stone steps leading to the Kunwu Palace, and spoke slowly.

"The remaining spiritual energy fluctuations here are very strong. Obviously, those human monks have just successfully cracked those magic arrays."

The ugly woman also put her hands on her hips and said with a smile.

At this moment, the lion beast suddenly let out a low roar, then spread its wings, leaped into the air, circled over several stone tablets for several times, and then quickly returned to the ground.

"People have passed through these places! The sense of smell of lions and beasts is really too keen."

The Silver-Winged Yaksha was stunned at first, then couldn't help laughing.

"This is perfect. If the human monks act separately, I will have a better chance of snatching my natal card."

The ugly woman frowned and said worriedly: "However, if the cultivator who breaks into Kunwu Palace is not strong enough, it may be difficult to break through the restrictions of this palace."

"Don't worry, it's okay. If these human monks cannot complete the task, I will help them in secret."

Silver-winged Yaksha waved his hand and said confidently: "As long as we avoid those restrictions that are disadvantageous to us, we are confident that we can break the other restrictions."

"In that case, let's set off. First, we need to find out who the monks are who are walking along these stone steps."

The ugly woman said generously: "Yaksha, your concealment technique is the most profound. Help us to use it."

"can."

Silver-winged Yaksha agreed without hesitation.

Then, the wings behind it fluttered gently, and a silver haze surged out from above, instantly enveloping them. Then, there was a flash of light, and the three demon friends disappeared silently on the spot.

At the same time, Yan Yun's figure flashed and turned into several phantoms, appearing several feet away.

After turning a few bends, the White Jade Square was no longer visible, but on both sides were tall spiritual trees, all of which were species that Yan Yun had never seen before.

These trees have been growing on Kunwu Mountain for countless years. Even the originally ordinary spiritual woods have now become excellent raw materials for refining weapons.

However, Yan Yun did not stop there.

About a quarter of an hour later, the front suddenly became bright, and a magnificent group of pavilions could be vaguely seen in the distance.

A hint of joy appeared on Yan Yun's face. He immediately quickened his pace and reached the end of the stone steps in the blink of an eye.

However, his expression changed slightly and he stopped.

Before his eyes stood a white light curtain covering the entire Soul Casting Hall, like a huge fortress with endless secrets hidden behind it.

Through the light curtain, one can vaguely see the green wall that is sixty or seventy feet high, hiding the back of the spirit casting hall tightly and mysteriously.

However, at the end of the stone steps, there is a tall stele building, which allows people to have a glimpse of the magnificent buildings behind the wall.

What is particularly eye-catching is that the three large characters "Zhu Ling Tang" written in silver powder on the stele building appear particularly eye-catching.

Yan Yun looked around and found that the light curtain was extremely vast, as if it enveloped the entire Foundry Hall, without any loopholes or gaps for him to exploit.

He couldn't help but sigh that the ancient monks who sealed the mountain back then actually activated all the restrictions before leaving and protected this place so strictly. Perhaps they were still looking forward to returning here one day in the future.

Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and the Gengjin divine thunder surged out from his hands and fell on the light curtain of the formation in front of him.

"Boom!"

As the piercing thunder sounded, the light curtain of the formation was seen shaking continuously. Then a gap that was only wide enough for one person to pass through appeared in front of them.

Yan Yun leaped forward and stepped into the gap.

What appeared before our eyes were several attics, all connected together.

It is about ten feet high and looks quite spectacular.

Yan Yun casually walked into one of the attics near the entrance and found that the interior space was spacious and bright. Apart from some tables and chairs, it was almost empty. It was obviously a place for monks to rest.

In the following time, Yan Yun visited several other similar attics one by one, but found nothing again.

The several stone houses below, which looked like warehouses, were also empty and contained nothing.

Be it the stone shelves and platforms, or those huge metal boxes, they were all empty, without any trace of refining materials.

This made Yan Yun feel extremely disappointed and depressed.

When Yan Yun walked out of the last stone house, he was surprised to find himself in front of a stone palace.

The scale of this stone palace is not grand, only about a hundred feet square, but the entire building is bright red in hue, like a blazing fire, which is shocking.

"Spiritual Transformation Hall"

Yan Yun looked up at the fiery red plaque hanging above the palace door and whispered softly.

Even though I was just standing outside the stone temple, a hot breath was already blowing in my face, making me feel awe.

He thought about it and stepped into the palace without hesitation.

However, just as he stepped into the palace gate, a thunderous sound suddenly rang in his ears, causing him to narrow his eyes and quickly scan the situation inside the palace.

In the huge hall, red clouds filled the air. A dozen pillars of fire stood upright around it, with lifelike statues of red dragons coiled around them. Streams of red clouds spewed out of their mouths, condensing into one and covering a giant tripod in the center of the hall.

This huge tripod is about sixty or seventy meters tall, with a simple and elegant shape. Compared with the tripods Yan Yun had seen before, it can be described as a behemoth.

However, Yan Yun was shocked to find that the object had turned completely red after being calcined by Hongxia, and its original color could no longer be recognized.

Even though they were twenty or thirty feet apart, the scorching heat still made Yan Yun feel as if he was in a volcano.

Ever since he stepped into this hall, he not only felt dry mouth and tongue, but also his exposed skin instantly felt a burning pain like needles.

Faced with such a situation, Yan Yun was not angry at all. Instead, his heart was filled with joy.

His eyes swept across the pillars of fire, and finally fixed on the huge cauldron. At this moment, the cauldron stood quietly in the center of the hall, but the thunderous sounds coming from it were clearly audible.

"Taiyin is really hot!"

Yan Yun's eyes flickered, he muttered something in his heart, then took a deep breath, cleverly avoided the gushing red clouds, and after a few nimble flashes of his body, he walked steadily towards the huge cauldron.

When there was only six or seven feet left between him and the cauldron, Yan Yun slowed down his pace. At the same time, he used his spiritual sense to sense the amazing fire-attributed spiritual energy contained on the surface of the cauldron, and slowly revolved around the object.

After circling the cauldron about seven or eight times, Yan Yun suddenly stopped.

He no longer paid attention to the huge cauldron, but raised his right hand and waved it gently. A ten-foot-long golden light shot out from his palm and accurately hit a piece of ground in the corner.

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the corner was instantly shrouded in a dazzling golden light. A dozen pillars of fire flashed, and the red glow spewing from the dragon's head also stopped abruptly at the same time.

After the golden light dissipated, a large pit with a diameter of about ten feet appeared before the eyes.

At the edge of the pit, there were some broken pieces of formation plates scattered around, and a golden flying sword only a few inches in size was leisurely floating above the pit.

This attack completely destroyed a formation plate buried here.

A medium-sized magic array controlled by this array plate and spread throughout the basement of the hall naturally stopped working immediately.

Yan Yun smiled slightly, then waved towards the distance.

The golden flying sword suddenly let out a clear whistle, then came rushing over, circled in the air, and silently sank into Yan Yun's sleeve.

At this time, without the continuous supply of fire pillars, the red glow on the giant tripod gradually faded.

However, Yan Yun did not immediately turn his attention to the giant tripod. Instead, he lowered his head and stared at the ground, with blue light flashing in his eyes and an expression of surprise.

When he removed the cover of the magic circle, Yan Yun was surprised to find that dozens of feet below the ground, the entire view was a dazzling red!

What is shocking is that the entire majestic palace was cleverly built on a fire pool of excellent quality.

It is for this reason that the fire pillars that are constantly gushing out around can continuously provide hot and lasting fire clouds.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, with a light blue light lingering around his eyes, and looked at the alchemy furnace in front of him.

What came into view was a sea of ​​fiery red, its color even brighter and more eye-catching than the previous pool of underground fire.

The cauldron here seemed to have a spirituality. It made a buzzing sound, and then with a "puff", a layer of red flame instantly emerged, enveloping the entire cauldron again.

This cauldron has been tempered for such a long time that the power of the earth fire it has absorbed has become so pure that it has been upgraded from an ordinary magic tool to a rare treasure with fire attributes.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there have been cases where magic tools have been upgraded automatically by infusing them with spiritual power of a certain attribute for a long time, and the power of the treasures obtained from this is also quite amazing. However, most of these treasures are formed by chance.

In the past, some immortal cultivation sects tried to use similar methods to refine some high-level treasures, but they gave up the attempts soon after.

The reason is that this method not only takes a lot of time, often requiring thousands of years and the unremitting efforts of several generations of monks, but the chance of success is also extremely slim.

Even if there are occasional successful cases, the improvement in the power of the treasure is only minimal, which is really not worth the time and resources invested.

If Kunwu Mountain had not been sealed, this cauldron would not have been tempered for so long.

After all, even among the monks in ancient times, no one was willing to spend tens of thousands of years using earth fire to temper something.

Otherwise, before the refining is completed, the cultivator in charge of the refining may have exhausted his lifespan and passed away.

Yan Yun's eyes flickered, and his mind couldn't help but start speculating about the past events. At the same time, his body protective aura automatically became stronger to withstand the scorching heat that was almost twice as high as before.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Yun suddenly stretched out his left hand, patted his waist lightly, then turned his wrist and patted the cauldron. (End of this chapter)