Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

The silver-robed monk stared at Yan Yun for a long time, and suddenly uttered a solemn Buddhist name, and a faint golden glow suddenly appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Yan Yun's lazy expression instantly restrained, his brows slightly frowned, and asked doubtfully:

"It is said that Master Yuanzhi is the Vajra Dharma Protector of Buddhism. Could it be that he is practicing the legendary Mingwang Jue?"

"Alas, Brother Yan actually has a deep understanding of my Buddhist sect's skills. This secret book is what I am practicing. I hope Brother Yan can give me some pointers."

When the eminent monk in silver robe heard Yan Yun directly reveal the name of the martial arts he was performing, he was stunned at first, but then he replied proudly.

He put his palms together and chanted Sanskrit mantras. Light silver talismans appeared and floated up from his silver robe.

Not only the facial contours, but even the skin around the body began to gradually transform into a light golden color, and the whole person looked like a golden arhat reborn into the world.

Faced with such a situation, Yan Yun remained calm, but his heart tightened.

The other party's obvious level of cultivation was revealed without a doubt, having reached the mysterious realm of the fourth level of "Ming Wang Jue".

This means that the opponent's physical strength is enough to rival ordinary magic weapons. If he were to attack with an ordinary flying sword, I'm afraid the opponent would be able to easily resist with just his hands.

However, if the opponent's strength is limited to this level, then he will naturally have the confidence to deal with it.

Standing up straight, Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and suddenly a series of crisp sounds were heard. Dozens of golden flying swords whizzed out from the bottom of his sleeves, turning into sword beams over a foot long, spinning and dancing in front of him.

Then, Yan Yun silently recited a spell and pointed lightly into the air.

All the sword beams trembled slightly, and the golden light became brighter. In an instant, they were divided into seven parts and transformed into hundreds of identical sword beams.

After circling for a while, the golden sword energy almost covered half of the sky, like a dazzling golden light, extremely majestic.

When Can Ku and other Jindan stage cultivators who were watching the battle below saw this scene, their faces changed drastically.

There was no need for this Master Yan to use any more magical powers. The mere gathering of these sword beams was enough to make it difficult for an ordinary Nascent Soul stage monk to resist.

The silver-robed monk opposite saw this scene, but showed no fear and just raised his arms.

Red and green lights flickered in his palms, and a several-foot-long scarlet Zen staff and a string of emerald green Buddhist beads emerged from each of his hands.

At this moment, Yan Yun on the opposite side quickly pinched his fingers, and hundreds of sword beams turned into a golden light and swept over with great speed.

“Just in time!”

The silver-robed monk shouted and suddenly raised his right hand. The scarlet-red Zen staff immediately transformed into a ferocious scarlet dragon and headed straight for the opposite side.

The emerald green Buddhist beads in his left hand were thrown out, emitting green light and turning into a thick green light shield that protected him.

The great Buddhist disciple then lowered his eyes, and kept changing the hand seals with his arms, as if he was about to unleash some extremely profound magical power.

At the same time, the red dragon shook its tail and crashed into the golden light transformed by the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

Upon seeing this, Yan Yun muttered in a low voice: "Ten Thousand Year Fire Coral", with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Although the flying sword containing Geng essence is extremely sharp, there are still several materials in the human world that are powerful enough to compete with it.

The thousand-year fire coral is the best among these materials.

However, it is worth noting that this material is far more rare than Geng Jing, and it is undoubtedly more difficult to find.

The Zen staff next to Monk Yuan Zhi was carefully forged from this material, and its high proportion is eye-catching.

Otherwise, this Zen staff alone would not be able to withstand the combined attack of so many flying swords and remain unscathed.

Yan Yun was filled with astonishment, but his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword did not rely solely on its sharpness to achieve victory.

So he immediately activated his spiritual sense and adjusted the strategy of sword light, and a small part of the sword light surrounded the red dragon.

The rest avoided the red dragon in a circuitous way, transformed into countless golden streams of light, and pounced straight towards the monk.

Seeing countless golden lights rushing towards him, the monk who was controlling the Dharma seal with both hands turned a deaf ear to it, as if he had absolute confidence in the light curtain transformed from the Buddhist beads in front of him.

Seeing this, Yan Yun sneered in his heart.

The golden light of the flying swords suddenly burst out, and their power instantly increased to three times the original.

The sound of "puff puff" was endless, and the golden light pierced the light curtain like lightning, but only made a dull sound like hitting a dead tree.

This caused the green light curtain to sway violently, but it could never be penetrated.

Yan Yun's expression changed slightly, but he quickly changed his sword moves in secret.

In an instant, hundreds of sword lights around the silver-robed monk trembled at the same time, and then rose into the sky in unison.

The light was overflowing, and a dazzling golden sun was rising slowly in the sky.

After the light faded, a giant golden sword several meters long suddenly appeared.

At this moment, Yan Yun pointed at the other party without hesitation.

The "sizzling" sound was deafening, and the golden light on the surface of the golden giant sword gradually dimmed.

Instead, it was replaced by a layer of milky white cold light, followed by thick frost, which eventually formed a gigantic ice sword that was tens of feet tall.

The sword is crystal clear all over, and its size is so huge that anyone who sees it will be shocked.

The silver-robed monk who was originally casting a spell below looked up and saw this scene, and his expression finally changed drastically.

At this moment, Yan Yun on the opposite side stretched out his right hand again, swung it vigorously towards the void below, and uttered the word "kill" coldly.

The ice sword shook slightly, then slashed down violently, before actually touching the green light curtain.

The space nearby has begun to show visible fluctuations, and at the same time, a sharp buzzing sound can be heard, like a huge iceberg rushing forward.

Faced with such an attack, although the silver-robed monk firmly believed that the green screen on his body was extremely strong, he was determined not to withstand this blow.

He chanted the Buddha's name, and the white lotus of light under his feet spun rapidly, and the whole person disappeared without a trace in the colorful Buddha's light.

The huge ice sword chopped heavily into the air with a hoarse buzzing sound.

A moment later, about several feet away from the golden giant sword, white light flashed and the light lotus appeared again.

Then the wizard also appeared mysteriously on the white lotus, and the seal in his hand changed.

The body released a powerful spiritual pressure, and a huge phantom of 50 to 60 meters in height suddenly appeared above the head. This phantom was shining with golden light, with a ferocious and hideous face, curly and fluffy hair, and half of the body was naked, which was exactly the same as the legendary Buddhist Vajra image.

Just as the Vajra shadow appeared, the silver-robed monk let out a powerful roar, locked his target on the huge ice sword in front of him, and punched hard through the air.

After a deafening roar, the Vajra Shadow made the same movements as the monk did hundreds of years ago.

With eyes wide open, he pushed the side of the ice sword with unremitting determination, causing the entire sword to be hit hard and fly into the air, turning several times in the air before slowly stabilizing itself.

Yan Yun quickly observed the ice sword and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

It turned out that all the ice layers on the side of the ice sword that was violently hit by the golden light shadow were shattered, revealing the glittering golden sword body.

What kind of skill is this? It seems to be related to Ming Wang Jue, but it is not exactly the same!
Yan Yun was full of doubts.

However, after his flying sword had been refined many times, the amount of black jade had reached an astonishing level, and each bite had reached its limit.

Therefore, the coldness contained in the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword is so strong that it cannot be easily dissipated by just this one collision.

Yan Yun's mind moved, and the ice sword, which seemed to be severely damaged, flashed a few times with a milky white cold light, and the cracks healed instantly.

Then he swung the ice sword sideways mercilessly and attacked the silver-robed monk next to him again.

Despite suffering severe damage, the power of the giant ice sword remained undiminished, as if the previous trauma had never existed.

This time, the silver-robed monk felt an enormous headache.

His face was gloomy, and he did not use any escape technique to dodge. Instead, his body suddenly swelled, and his two arms suddenly became twice as thick. His hands clasped together as quickly as lightning, trying to stop the huge ice sword from falling.

With a "bang", the King Kong phantom also took action and accurately clamped the ice sword in mid-air with both arms, preventing it from moving down at all.

It should be noted that although this Buddhist phantom is huge, it is still insignificant compared to the ice sword.

In this way, it seemed like a helpless move of fighting with an egg against a rock, and the attack of the ice sword was actually blocked by the Vajra phantom.

Yan Yun locked his eyes tightly, a real shock welling up in his heart.

Just imagine, the powerful force contained in the ice sword itself, coupled with the extremely cold breath released by the ten thousand year old black jade, is enough to freeze any magic weapon or artifact that tries to resist.

However, the King Kong Shadow stretched out his hands fearlessly and directly blocked the attack of the ice sword, without suffering any damage at all.

This kind of mysterious magic is truly amazing.

However, when Yan Yun's eyes swept over the silver-robed monk below, he found that the latter did not respond as calmly as the Vajra phantom above.

Although his arms were as steady as a rock, his body unconsciously sank a little. At the same time, the golden light on his face kept flickering, and he was obviously under tremendous pressure.

Yan Yun couldn't help but frown slightly.

The secret technique used by this Yuanzhi monk seems to have some similarities with the Six Extremes True Demonic Art, but in fact it is completely different.

Although the Six Extremes True Demonic Art can also conjure up six demonic shadows behind one's back, these demonic shadows are actually formed and performed with the help of external forces, that is, the practitioner absorbs the true demonic energy of the ancient demon ancestor to perform the magic art.

In comparison, the Vajra phantom summoned by the monk is more like his own magic power, and the power of this secret technique seems to be closely related to the Mingwang Jue.

In addition, if the monk has not yet practiced the Ming Wang Jue to the fourth level.

Then, even if the Vajra Shadow could withstand the previous flying sword attack that was as huge as a small mountain, the energy in his body would probably have been unable to support it, causing his body to be damaged and collapse.

Yan Yun was quite shocked by this, but the power displayed by the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was far more than that. He quickly condensed the sword formula and used his spiritual consciousness to drive the flying sword to display another kind of magical power.

As thunder sounded, the ice sword suddenly showed golden arcs as thick as arms, and then transformed into several golden electric pythons, rushing towards the phantom.

"Oh!" The silver-robed monk was shocked. He had obviously not expected that Yan Yun's flying sword contained so many magical powers. He didn't have time to think too much and immediately sprayed forward with all his strength.

Although nothing came out of the monk's mouth, the Vajra phantom controlled by him was the exact opposite. With the same movement, streams of golden light spurted out of his mouth.

With a flash of light, several electric pythons were blown away, making it impossible for them to get close at all.

Almost at the same time, the silver-robed monk roared again, and the pair of golden hands holding the ice sword suddenly exerted force at the same time. In an instant, a huge crack appeared in the ice sword.

Under the dazzling golden light from his hands, the cracks expanded rapidly and ice chips fell.

The silver-robed monk seemed to intend to use the powerful force of Vajra Prajna to completely break the ice sword in the middle.

However, the high monk of Leiyin Sect had obviously misjudged the situation. Yan Yun sneered upon seeing this and changed the spell in his hand.

The originally motionless ice sword suddenly trembled violently, and after a crisp cry, it turned into countless golden threads that poured out from the phantom's big hand, even though the Vajra phantom tried to grab a few of them with his backhand.

But each golden thread spun flexibly as if it had life, cleverly avoiding all capture and leaving the phantom with nothing.

"Turn sword into silk!" It turns out that Fellow Daoist Yan is actually a master swordsman who is proficient in sword techniques!
The monk under the shadow was stunned and whispered to himself.

"My humble skills are hardly enough to be called sword cultivation."

"It is the secret technique performed by Master Yuanzhi that really opened my eyes. I wonder where this magical power comes from?"

Yan Yun smiled indifferently, took back all the flying swords, and asked the other party calmly.

This was not a life-and-death situation, so he didn't need to pursue with all his might.

"It's just some trivial tricks, not worth mentioning. It's just a small magical power that complements the Ming Wang Jue."

The silver-robed monk chuckled and was equally vague, apparently unwilling to reveal any details.

After hearing this, Yan Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

"Buddhist magical powers are indeed extraordinary. It seems that if we continue to use ordinary means, we may not be able to determine the winner in a short period of time."

"I will use several powerful magic weapons next. Master Yuanzhi must be careful in dealing with them."

Yan Yun's expression changed instantly, and after returning to normal, he spoke meaningfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yun took the lead in flicking out ten fingers towards the monk opposite. Ten thin red threads flashed by and then disappeared without a trace.

Then, he waved his sleeves lightly, and suddenly a ball of three-colored flame rolled out and turned into a three-colored feather fan.

It floated in his hand, spun for a moment, and then he held it tightly. With his spiritual power madly injected, he gently waved it towards the other side.

A loud phoenix cry sounded, and a huge three-colored firebird several feet in size flew out from the feather fan, circled for a moment, and then flew straight towards the monk opposite. (End of this chapter)