Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Originally, everyone was confused when they saw the old demon's attitude change drastically. They didn't know what kind of rare treasure Yan Yun showed that could even make a monk in the Flower God stage change color suddenly.

However, when they heard this condition, everyone fell silent.

"Take your blow without dodging?"

Yan Yun's pupils constricted, and he whispered to himself repeatedly to confirm.

"That's right. That's the condition. If I hadn't punished her a little, I'm afraid others would have mistaken me for the master of the Demon Palace and couldn't even protect my concubine."

The old demon said in a gloomy tone.

Instantly, the hall fell into silence again. Many people were speculating in their hearts.

Could it be that Hu Lao Mo still has murderous intentions and wants to take this opportunity to kill his opponent in one fell swoop?
After all, with the huge gap between Nascent Soul stage and Spirit Transformation stage cultivators, how could one safely withstand the force of a blow if he didn't dodge?
Just as everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Yun, Zi Ling's face turned as pale as paper.

After a moment's silence, she suddenly clenched her teeth.

"Brother Yan, there is no need to exchange anything. I have changed my mind and do not want to leave the Demon Palace. Brother Yan, please leave on your own."

The woman spoke her heart out with difficulty, her voice full of bitterness.

Yan Yun was stunned when he heard this, but soon realized the girl's intention and a smile appeared on his lips.

However, before he could respond, Hu Lao Mo spoke coldly:

"Fellow Daoist Yan, what do you think my Demon Palace is, that you can come and go as you please?"

"As long as I agree to this deal, even if you intend to stay, it's wishful thinking. Fellow Daoist Yan, you probably won't agree to this."

"I really can't agree to this. If I only have to take one hit, I would really like to give it a try."

Yan Yun shook his head slightly at Zi Ling and agreed without hesitation.

The old demon sneered, raised his left hand, and pointed his index finger at Zi Ling not far away.

Zi Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain in his dantian, his face turned pale, he let out a low groan, and then his body trembled slightly.

Several black threads shot out from his body, circling like a spirit snake, and quickly merged into the old demon's index finger and disappeared.

Zi Ling was finally able to straighten her weak body again. With the help of the powerful magical power in her body, she waved it around at will. Her face immediately became a mixture of astonishment and joy.

The spiritual power that had originally been unable to be exerted suddenly surged out like a tide.

When Yan Yun saw this, he immediately used his spiritual sense to quickly detect the condition inside Zi Ling's body. After a brief moment, a hint of satisfaction finally appeared on his facial expression.

The restriction that was originally imposed on this female cultivator's body has indeed disappeared completely.

"Where exactly is that item?"

Hu Lao Mo asked rudely. He had just lifted the restrictions in Zi Ling's body and stared at Yan Yun coldly and questioned him.

The corner of Yan Yun's mouth slightly raised, then he raised his right hand, and a dazzling white light shot out rapidly from his sleeve.

Hu Lao Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed in the air with one hand, and the white light fell into his hand.

It turned out to be a small porcelain bottle as white as jade!

The old demon's eyes flickered a few times, and then he waved his sleeves lightly, and the bottle cap opened by itself.

At the same time, circles of black light spread out around, forming a black light curtain to prevent others from using their spiritual sense to spy on the items in the bottle.

The cautious behavior of the old man in the wooden crown aroused the curiosity of other monks present. Even Xiang Zhili couldn't help but twirling his beard and fell into deep thought.

Only a moment later, after Hu Lao Mo checked the contents of the bottle, a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

After he resealed the bottle, he flipped his palm lightly and the bottle disappeared without a trace.

After completing this series of actions, he looked up at Yan Yun again.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a strong murderous intent, and suddenly his whole body flashed with black light.

He turned into a streak of black light and rushed out of the hall, leaving behind his emotionless voice in the hall.

"Young man Yan, I'll be waiting for you outside the palace. Don't keep me waiting too long."

Before he finished his words, the black light had disappeared at the palace gate, but its echoing sound still lingered in the palace.

When Yan Yun saw this situation, he did not show any panic on his face. Instead, he leisurely poured himself a glass of spirit wine, drank it in a few gulps, and then stood up calmly.

"Brother Yan, are you really determined to withstand his attack? He is a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage?"

Zi Ling frowned and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Don't worry! If it's just one attack, I'm confident I can handle it." Yan Yun glanced at the woman and answered with a gentle smile.

When he had not yet been promoted to the late Nascent Soul stage, he had already successfully withstood the attack of the ancient demon ancestor's soul. Now that he is facing a cultivator in the God Transformation stage, he naturally has some confidence in his heart.

"Then I will go with Brother Yan, and I will watch the battle from the side and cheer for Brother Yan." Zi Ling said with great determination, her eyes flashing.

When Yan Yun's eyes met with the woman's, he hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

A flash of spiritual light appeared on his body, and he grabbed Zi Ling and turned into a green light and rushed out, disappearing without a trace at the palace gate.

The blue-robed Confucian scholars and others in the hall all controlled their light of escape and rushed out, leaving the hall.

Naturally, they didn't want to miss such a lively scene.

Even the other two stunning female cultivators who were about to become concubines like Zi Ling, after a moment's hesitation, also walked out of the hall with their palace maids.

In an instant, only Xiang Zhili and Feng Laoguai were left in the hall.

They sat there quietly without moving a step.

"Brother Xiang, what do you think about this matter?" Old Monster Feng asked first.

"What's your opinion?" Xiang Zhili asked calmly.

"Of course it's about the items used by Yan Xiaozi, which made Hu Lao Mo ignore the fact that his concubine was taken away."

"There are very few treasures in this world that can make this old devil excited." Old Monster Feng sneered.

"Since it is rare, it does not mean it is completely gone. What's so strange about it?" Xiang Zhili remained calm.

"Brother Xiang, can you tell me if you are interested in this mysterious item? If this item is enough to make Hu Lao Mo lose his composure like this, could it be of great benefit to both you and me?"

Old Monster Feng looked at Xiang Zhili with eyes full of profound meaning and asked earnestly.

However, Xiang Zhili answered frankly: "Even if that mysterious item is really as precious as the legendary treasure, and can help us break through the current bottleneck of cultivation." "Or even if it can grant us a holy medicine that can extend our lifespan to 100 or 200 years, what can we do about it?"

"Does Fellow Daoist Feng think that he can successfully ascend to the spirit world simply by breaking through the current realm, or that he can rely on a longer life to cultivate to the late stage of the spirit transformation in one go?"

"If all these cannot be achieved, we should not be deceived by the temptations of the outside world. The right thing to do is to focus on finding the space node."

"As long as we can find the right node, we can hope to achieve immortality. Why should we pursue those illusory things instead of the essentials?"

Hearing this, Old Monster Feng nodded in agreement:

"Indeed, what Brother Xiang said is absolutely right. Feng was indeed impulsive just now and fell into greed."

"In fact, no matter what the mysterious object is, once it falls into the hands of Hu Lao Mo, we will no longer have any hope of obtaining it."

"And judging from the old demon Hu's behavior, he obviously doesn't want to reveal it to others. However, this old demon actually asked Yan to take his attack head-on, which really has ulterior motives."

"He's not really going to take this opportunity to kill that guy, is he?"

Xiang Zhili pondered for a moment and smiled helplessly:
"It shouldn't be a big deal. I've already warned Fellow Daoist Hu."

"And since Junior Brother Yan has the guts to agree to it, he must have some confidence in his heart."

"However, this old demon has a rather strange temper. In order to prevent any unexpected situations, it would be better for us to go out and take a look."

"To prevent him from getting carried away and doing something irreparable."

Old Monster Feng agreed, and the two of them stood up at the same time, and in a flash, they disappeared without a trace.

Then, their figures appeared near the temple gate, then flashed again and disappeared again.

When Xiang Zhili and Old Monster Feng appeared in a corner outside the hall, Yan Yun and the old man with the wooden crown were already confronting each other and hovering in the air more than a hundred feet away from them.

One had a calm expression, while the other had a blank expression, as if everything was expected.

There were other monks scattered on the ground, and hundreds of gorgeously dressed maids from the Demon Palace poured out from several other palaces nearby.

They looked up at the scene in the sky, whispered to each other, their faces filled with excitement.

This is understandable. After all, such an opportunity for the master of the Demon Palace to take action personally is extremely rare for them.

"If Hu Lao Mo launches an attack with all his strength, do you think Yan can withstand this attack?"

Old Monster Feng squinted his eyes and observed the situation in the air for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked Xiang Zhili with a strange smile on his face.

"That depends on Fellow Daoist Hu's decision. If it was just an ordinary attack, Junior Brother Yan would be able to withstand it without any damage."

“If Fellow Daoist Hu is willing to sacrifice part of his life span, or even use his extremely precious magic weapon, Junior Brother Yan may not be able to escape unscathed.”

"However, judging from Fellow Daoist Hu's rational thinking, he should not do something that would hurt both sides."

After Xiang Zhili took a deep breath, he analyzed calmly.

"What Senior Brother Xiang said is very true. However, I am afraid Senior Brother Xiang does not know that Hu Lao Mo has just obtained an inestimable treasure recently."

“It is said that its power and effectiveness are not inferior to the spiritual treasures we currently have, and this treasure can be easily controlled by using some special secret techniques to perform rituals beforehand.

“As long as Hu Lao Mo makes a slight adjustment and combines his own magic power with it, the tremendous power it will produce will be unpredictable.”

"In my opinion, he is likely to choose to use this magic weapon."

Old Monster Feng laughed sinisterly.

"There is actually such a thing!" Xiang Zhili's expression changed slightly, and he was obviously shocked by this matter.

Just as Xiang Zhili was talking in a low voice with Old Monster Feng, the two monks who were confronting each other in the sky also began to take action.

The old man wearing a wooden crown gently waved his sleeves, and a ball of emerald green light shot out instantly. After spinning for a while, it turned into an object floating in front of the old man.

It turned out to be an ancient and simple scroll, with a strange emerald green light flashing on the surface, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.

Hu Lao Mo glanced coldly at Yan Yun opposite him, and suddenly made a quick gesture with his hands, muttering something.

Under the guidance of the spell, the scroll slowly unfolded, and a ball of emerald green light kept flickering on the opened scroll. A dozen emerald green hills of various sizes could be vaguely seen, forming a beautiful landscape painting.

However, before people could see the specific contents on the scroll, a thick green mist immediately surged out from the scroll and completely swallowed up the entire scroll in the blink of an eye.

Then a sharp bird cry was heard from the fog, and eighteen green beams of light shot straight into the sky.

An amazing scene happened!

The light from these pillars gradually converged in the sky, revealing miniature mountain ranges about ten feet high. Each mountain was emerald green and full of spiritual energy. The sounds of birdsong came from these hills.

"What kind of scene is this?"

Faced with such a spectacle, Yan Yun couldn't help but be shocked.

His originally lazy expression became serious, and without hesitation, he turned over his hands and took out the two magic weapons that he had already held in his hands.

A green wooden ruler and a small green tripod appeared on the palms of his hands.

He threw the wooden ruler forward, and a lotus-like image suddenly appeared and then expanded rapidly.

It transformed into a giant silver lotus standing in front of him, while the wooden ruler slowly rotated at the heart of the lotus, flashing brilliant green light.

Almost at the same time, Yan Yun lightly tapped the small green tripod, a crisp buzzing sound was heard, the tripod lid leaped out, and a bunch of slender green hair rushed out.

Under the cover of green light, it turned into a silk net more than ten feet wide and fell from the sky, protecting Yan Yun firmly inside.

The Xutian Ding itself also shrank to a few feet in size and flew above his head.

Then, Yan Yun made hand gestures again, and a golden light flashed on his body. A layer of golden light shield that tightly adhered to his clothes emerged. It was the Vajra Shield transformed from the Buddhist relics.

After setting up three layers of the most powerful defense measures in one go, Yan Yun's tension was relieved.

The demon Hu on the opposite side witnessed all this, but said calmly:

"Since you are fully prepared, I will take action."

As these words came out, Hu Lao Mo let out a low roar, spread his arms, and a beam of light as black as ink gushed out of his mouth and disappeared directly into the green mist.

Hu Lao Mo actually injected a large amount of spiritual power into the scroll in the fog.

With a dull roar, the green mist churned violently, and eighteen jet-black beams of light broke through the clouds, each of which was injected into the eighteen miniature mountains in the sky. (End of this chapter)