Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Then, Yan Yun slowly opened his mouth again.

A crystal clear, snow-white round gem spurted out from his mouth as soon as it left his mouth.

It immediately expanded rapidly in the wind and turned into a huge bead with a diameter of about one foot.

At this moment, strange purple cold air continued to rise on the surface of the bead.

Yan Yun did not take any other action. He just faced the bead quietly and gently waved his sleeves.

At this moment, a dazzling and magnificent ocean of purple flames seemed to suddenly emerge from the endless void.

Immediately afterwards, the flames shot up into the sky, forming a huge fire wave several feet high.

It roars and rushes towards the opponent like a terrifying storm, and its momentum is shocking!
Faced with the fierce attack displayed by Yan Yun at this moment, the silver-robed monk opposite showed an extremely cautious expression.

He waved his left hand without hesitation to flip it, and a delicate little bottle emitting dazzling silver light suddenly appeared in his palm.

However, before the monk could use this mysterious item, a red light suddenly flashed in front of the Vajra shadow in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, ten thin lines of fire shot out like lightning and pierced into the phantom accurately in an instant.

However, surprisingly, when these two forces collided with each other, a crisp sound similar to that of metal collision was made, and these fire lines were unable to penetrate the defense of the golden phantom.

Although the monks did not show much concern about such situations.

But his eyes were always fixed on the tri-colored firebird that was flying towards him at a rapid speed, and his eyes revealed deep worry and vigilance.

Although this was the first time he witnessed the power of the Three Flame Fan, the powerful spiritual power emanating from the firebird.

This was enough to make him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, and he did not dare to have the slightest contempt in his heart.

However, something happened that the monk had never expected!
Although the ten flames failed to penetrate the golden shadow, they flashed red light in an instant.

It transformed into thick red fire chains that spun rapidly like lightning, tightly binding the golden shadow.

When the monk saw this scene, he was shocked at first, then he raised his right hand without hesitation and flicked it lightly into the air.

A dazzling white sword light burst out from the fingertips and slashed directly at the fire chain.

After a crisp and pleasant collision sound, red and white light briefly intersected, and the sword light was actually bounced back.

Only a bean-sized gap was left on the thick fire chain, which obviously could not be cut off completely.

This scene made the silver-robed monk's face as gloomy as water.

He saw the tri-colored firebird and purple fire waves on the opposite side were about to attack from the front and back, and the situation was critical.

He suddenly stepped on the white lotus under his feet, let out a long roar like a dragon, and swung his hands outward with force.

The huge golden shadow seemed to sense the monk's anxiety, and suddenly golden light spread all over its body.

The huge body suddenly grew by almost half its size in an instant, becoming seventy or eighty feet high, showing the momentum of wanting to break free from the fire chain in an instant.

However, the following scene made the monk feel depressed.

As King Kong's body grew larger, the fire chain also became thicker and stronger, without any sign of fatigue.

The monk cast a spell again, and the golden shadow suddenly shrank several times in the spiritual light.

The fire chain also shrank and became thinner at the same time, tightly wrapped around the phantom like a thorn in the flesh, making it difficult to break free.

At this moment, the silver-robed monk's expression finally changed drastically.

Seeing that the three-colored firebird on the opposite side was approaching, he had no time to pay attention to the shadow above his head, and hurriedly threw the jade bottle in his hand into the air with all his strength.

After the silver bottle flipped several times in the air, the mouth of the bottle was pointed straight at the speeding firebird.

Amidst the brilliant silver light, bursts of solemn Sanskrit sounds came from the bottle.

Then colorful Buddha light poured out from the mouth of the bottle and swept towards the three-colored firebird in front.

The firebird spewed out three-colored flames, spread its wings and tried to break through the Buddha's light, and flew over the head of the silver-robed monk in one go.

Then, as soon as the two came into contact, the Buddha's light suddenly flowed and surged, and the seven-colored spiritual light continued to rotate, actually wrapping up the firebird.

He rolled it up and put it into the bottle. The whole process was as easy as flowing water, as if this silver bottle was the natural enemy of the three-colored firebird!
When the silver-robed monk saw this scene, his expression relaxed a little, but he immediately pointed lightly at the silver bottle in the air.

After the treasure trembled slightly, it once again gushed out a large amount of Buddha light. This time, the target was the purple fire wave that was rolling in behind the fire bird.

Obviously, he planned to use this treasure to put the Purple Luo Extreme Fire into the bottle as well.

However, at this moment, the other party suddenly uttered the word "explosion" lightly, and the silver bottle that was originally suspended in front of him suddenly shook violently.

The surface of the bottle is uneven and flashing wildly in silver light.

A rumbling sound like thunder can be faintly heard in the bottle, and the sound is getting louder and louder.

"Oops!"

When the monk in the silver robe quickly probed into the silver bottle with his spiritual sense, he instantly realized something so shocking that he couldn't control his cry of surprise.

Then, we saw the white lotus at the feet of this distinguished monk from the Leiyin Sect glow slightly again, and then his figure instantly disappeared on the lotus.

In the void, there was a lotus several feet wide that was slowly rotating, and above it was a tightly bound golden shadow.

Just after the monk performed the art of escaping from the shell, the silver bottle emitted a loud earth-shaking noise amidst the flash of spiritual light, and then exploded into pieces completely.

A halo composed of three colors appeared in the void where the silver screen disappeared!
The three-color runes circulated for a moment, and the size of the halo suddenly increased several times, swallowing up the white lotus and the diamond shadow in the air in one fell swoop.

The golden shadow was locked in mid-air by circles of fire chains, unable to move or dodge at all.

Therefore, although the phantom barely held on for a moment in the three-colored flames, it eventually shattered and dissipated like foam after a "puff" sound, turning into nothing.

As for the white lotus, its situation was even worse. As soon as it was enveloped by the three-colored flames, it immediately vaporized.

At another location more than thirty feet away, a white light flashed, and the figure of a monk in a silver robe emerged.

However, the moment the King Kong phantom was destroyed, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and when he opened his mouth, he spat out a small mouthful of blood.

At the same time, the light golden skin quickly turned dark, obviously having consumed a lot of vitality.

There is a close connection between this Vajra phantom and its own magic weapon, and it involves a wide range of aspects, including qi, spirit, essence, blood, etc!
Yan Yun activated the magic formula in his hands with an expressionless face, and the purple fire wave rolling from behind immediately changed direction and transformed into a purple fire python over ten feet long.

With a white round bead in his mouth, he pounced towards the fleeing silver-robed monk. Before he got close to the monk, the cold wind howled around him, and the temperature dropped to an extreme point, making people feel that the surrounding space seemed to be solidified and frozen.

A white light flashed beneath the silver-robed monk's feet, and a lotus flower exactly the same as the previous one appeared out of thin air again.

His feet did not move, but after the light on the lotus platform flashed several times, he suddenly retreated more than ten feet away, and at the same time he let out a bitter laugh:
"Stop it! There is no need to compete anymore. Fellow Daoist Yan is indeed very powerful. I am ashamed to say that I am inferior to him!"

The silver-robed monk actually chose to admit defeat when he first fought with Yan Yun. At the same time, he stared at the place where the silver screen in the air was destroyed, his face full of regret.

The silver screen was a top treasure of Buddhism that he had obtained with great difficulty many years ago, but now it was destroyed in a fight, which made him deeply depressed. How could he continue the fight?

Moreover, although neither side used their full strength, Yan Yun's magical powers were obviously superior to his. With his vitality damaged, he naturally did not want to fight anymore.

When Yan Yun heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, then he smiled and waved towards the distance.

The purple fire python paused immediately, then tumbled a few times and turned into a ball of purple flame and disappeared, leaving only the white round bead floating in the air.

Then, with the movement of Yan Yun's spiritual consciousness, this treasure and the fire chain that had returned to the form of fire threads flew back rapidly.

After the two magic weapons flashed a few times for the last time, they merged into Yan Yun's body and disappeared.

Yan Yun bowed his hands and nodded to the monk opposite him, saying calmly, "Thank you for letting me take the seat."

After saying this, he landed on the ground as if he was strolling in the garden.

At the entrance of the palace, Yan Yun was naturally greeted by everyone's admiring gazes.

Although they were both great monks, Yan Yun was able to severely injure Monk Yuanzhi so easily in just his first serious attack.

This undoubtedly exceeded the expectations of everyone present, even Can Ku.

Even the young-looking Flame Bamboo monk couldn't help but reveal a hint of discomfort when facing Yan Yun's gaze, and could no longer maintain his previous calm attitude.

"The wonderful duel between the two Taoist friends is truly breathtaking and a feast for the eyes for me."

“I look forward to it and hope that I will be lucky enough to reach such a level in the future.”

"Since Fellow Daoist Yan has won, this Pavilion Master will naturally keep his promise and immediately send someone to fetch the ring space to refine the secret technique."

Although the silver-robed monk failed to defeat Yan Yun, the head of the Tianji Pavilion still had a smile on his face, without any sign of frustration. He even took the initiative to mention the matter before Yan Yun asked.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Pavilion Master Can." Yan Yun just responded with a faint smile.

Can Ku complimented him repeatedly, saying "it should be so", and then immediately took out a token from his body, handed it to a Jindan stage practitioner beside him, and gave him some detailed instructions.

The man immediately took the token with both hands, fled the place quickly, and rushed towards the ground below.

In this space, except for the Tianji Palace standing in mid-air.

There are also many pavilions and terraces on the ground, each of which is finely carved, and you can vaguely see signs of human activities inside.

However, these people seemed to have received orders long ago, and even when Yan Yun was fighting with the silver-robed monk, they did not dare to show up and intervene.

The practitioner who left with the token disappeared into an attic below in an instant, without a trace.

When Yan Yun withdrew his gaze, the silver-robed monk made some adjustments in the air, and floated down from a height a moment later.

At the same time, he took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out a fiery red medicine, put it into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Master Yuan Zhi, are you okay?"

Yan Yun asked him at the right time.

"It's okay. Just take some medicine and rest for a few months and you will recover."

"On the contrary, Fellow Daoist Yan, the feather fan in your hand is definitely not an ordinary treasure."

"According to my estimation, even if a top-level magic weapon directly bombards it, it would not cause much damage."

"However, under the gentle blow of this fan, my Arhat golden body was unable to resist. I guess it is not a real spiritual treasure, but a replica of some spiritual treasure."

"With this divine weapon in hand, I'm sure no one in the human world will dare to face your attack head-on."

Monk Yuanzhi caught a glimpse of Yan Yun staring at him. As a great monk of the Leiyin Sect, he did not care about being hurt. Instead, he asked Yan Yun calmly.

"Master, you have an extraordinary vision. It is true. This treasure of mine is a replica of a spiritual treasure."

Yan Yun smiled slightly and answered without any concealment.

After hearing what Yan Yun said, a smile actually appeared on the silver-robed monk's originally stern face. He was about to continue the conversation, but was interrupted by Can Ku next to him.

"My two Taoist friends, if you have any important matters, you may as well go into the hall to discuss in detail."

"In addition, it just so happens that I just got a bottle of ancient spiritual wine 'Jinlongyin'. According to rumors, for ordinary practitioners, just one sip is enough to make up for several months of hard practice."

"More importantly, this wine tastes excellent and is extremely delicious. Fellow Taoists, why not taste it together?"

The fat old man rubbed his hands, smiled and invited everyone to drink wine together.

At this moment, Can Ku was like a hospitable farmer, with none of the majestic image of a leader.

"Jinlongyin Spirit Wine? I have heard of this mysterious and extraordinary wine."

"It is said to be brewed with meticulous care from several kinds of exotic fruits that have almost disappeared from the human world. Its reputation is far-reaching."

"It is said that this wine has a unique flavor and rich aroma, which is completely different from the modern wines such as Yu Lu Qiong Jiang."

"Haha, don't be surprised, my dear donors. Although I am a Buddhist disciple, I still find it hard to give up this cup of fine wine."

"In the past, Daoist Fellow Canku used dozens of jars of precious ancient spiritual wine as bait to make me take on the position of guest elder."

"However, Fellow Daoist Yan, please do not regard me as a monk who is addicted to wine and sex."

"As for the other precepts, I will naturally strictly abide by them."

Yuan Zhi was overjoyed when he heard this, and then he noticed that Yan Yun's look was slightly surprised, so he spoke half-jokingly, his tone full of cordiality and friendliness!

When Yan Yun heard this, his heart moved slightly, but he still kept smiling on his face and said nothing.

Everyone stepped into the solemn hall again... (End of this chapter)