Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

However, it was a strange phenomenon that the Soul-Crying Beast swallowed so many Gray Ape Demon Souls in one breath.

Not only did the other cultivators present feel shocked, even Hu Lao Mo, the owner of the magic weapon, was stunned for a moment.

Although others may not understand the true strength of these apes.

But as the owner of the treasure, Hu Laomo deeply understood the horror of these evil spirits.

Therefore, the degree of fear in his heart was naturally far greater than that of other people.

The thousand-foot-high peak floating above their heads was resisted by the phantoms of eight spirit beasts.

Finally, it stayed firmly in place, and seemed unable to fall any further.

Yan Yun stared at the mountain in the sky with a pale face, wondering in his heart whether he needed to use other magic weapons to completely destroy the mysterious mountain before him.

"For me, as the Lord of the Demon Palace, I will definitely not be shaken by the words of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Fellow Daoist Yan did withstand my attack."

Hu Lao Mo's expression changed constantly, and he was in deep thought for a while.

Finally, he looked at Xiang Zhili and nodded slowly.

Then he raised his right hand and waved it gently towards the mountains in the distance.

In an instant, the mountain range emitted a deafening buzzing sound, and the entire mountain was flashing with emerald green light.

Xiang Zhili smiled slightly, and the huge hand that was tightly grasping the top of the mountain disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Then, the thousand-foot-high mountain range trembled violently and transformed into eight hundred-foot-high peaks again, then rushed back, shrinking rapidly in size.

When the eight mountains flew to within reach of the scroll, they had already become shapes only a few inches in size and merged into the picture, disappearing without a trace.

This scene also appeared on the remaining ten green peaks hanging high above the old demon's head. In a moment, all the hills were integrated into the picture.

Then the painting gradually closed in a flash of spiritual light, returning to its ordinary and simple scroll form.

Hu Lao Mo grabbed it from the air, and the head of the scroll turned into a ball of green light and went into his sleeve, as if it had never appeared.

"Although I cannot marry Daoist Fellow Zi Ling now, there are two other women here."

"We still need to hold the concubine ceremony in three days. Brother Xiang won't just walk away and not attend our wedding banquet, right?"

The old man with the wooden crown kept looking at Yan Yun, Xiang Zhili and the others, and finally he even smiled, as if the previous offense against Xiang Zhili had never happened.

"Of course, I have already presented a gift to Xiang, so how can I have a few more drinks?"

Xiang Zhili also had a smile on his face, seemingly not caring at all.

"Friend Yan, are you willing to stay in this palace for a few more days and leave after the ceremony is over?"

Hu Lao Mo nodded, then invited Yan Yun in a calm tone.

Yan Yun's eyes flashed, but after thinking quickly in his mind, there was no strange expression on his face, but he replied:
"This is as it should be! Senior Brother Xiang and Fellow Daoist Feng have not left yet, so how can I leave alone?"

"Haha, that's great. Fellow Taoists, let's go back to the palace and drink to our heart's content!"

Hu Lao Mo laughed with his head raised, then turned into a black light and flew straight towards the palace below.

The many cultivators below had just witnessed the shocking battle between Yan Yun and Hu Lao Mo, and they were extremely shocked and filled with emotion.

Hearing Hu Lao Mo's proposal, they naturally expressed their agreement and followed him into the palace.

Old Monster Feng just chuckled and returned to the main hall. At this moment, only Zi Ling, who was filled with joy, was left on the field.

"Junior Brother Yan, let's go in too. Haha, Junior Brother, don't worry."

"Friend Hu is also a man of temperament. Since you have already taken on his attack, this matter should be left alone."

"He won't find any other reasons to trouble you. You can stay in the Demon Palace with this girl for a few more days and enjoy your time."

Xiang Zhili said these words to Yan Yun with a smile, then he floated down by himself and walked into the palace leisurely.

Yan Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head, then slowly landed on the ground.

"Brother Yan, are you okay?" Zi Ling could no longer control her emotions. She quickly walked to Yan Yun's side, her exquisite face filled with complex emotions such as worry and gratitude.

"I'm fine, I just consumed some of my energy."

"As for Miss Zi Ling, do you plan to leave now, or wait until Hu Lao Mo's concubine ceremony is over?"

Yan Yun looked at the woman in front of him and asked her decision in a calm tone.

"Whenever Brother Yan wants to leave, Yan Xigong and I can set off together."

Zi Ling gave the answer directly without any hesitation.

"If that's the case, then you may need to stay here for a while. I'm afraid I can't leave right away."

Yan Yun was silent for a moment and sighed softly.

At this moment, choosing to leave does involve many risks, and it is very likely that one will completely offend several distinguished cultivators in the God Transformation Stage, such as Hu Lao Mo.

Observing their attitudes, it is not difficult to see that they are indeed afraid of Brother Yan. During their stay here, I believe that Hu Lao Mo will also abide by his promise and will not go back on his word.

After thinking for a moment, Zi Ling nodded slightly in agreement.

The woman regained her freedom, and her sharpness and wisdom returned to her, and she became again the "Purple Spirit Fairy" who dared to travel the world alone.

Faced with her still charming appearance, Yan Yun smiled back and walked straight towards the main hall.

Zi Ling looked at Yan Yun's departing back, her eyes moving as if she was thinking about something.

Two delicate blushes appeared on her cheeks, but she soon bit her lips lightly with her teeth, then took a step forward and followed Yan Yun.

Three days later, at the agreed time, the Demon Palace held a grand ceremony for Hu Lao Mo to marry two other peerless beauties as concubines.

The number of demon cultivators and independent cultivators who came to congratulate increased, and there were about twenty to thirty people.

However, the weakest among these people is at the middle stage, while there are several more great cultivators at the late stage.

This gave Yan Yun a new understanding of the strength of the Dajin immortal world.

In comparison, the level of cultivation in the Tiannan region is simply incomparable.

The cultivators who came to congratulate were all shocked to see Yan Yun and four other Jindan stage cultivators, including Zi Ling, interacting with each other.

However, when they learned that Yan Yun was the person who almost pushed Yinluo Sect into the abyss.

Not only did he forcibly take away a concubine from Hu Lao Mo, but he also had a fierce battle with Hu Lao Mo, and they all showed terrified expressions. In the process of interacting with Yan Yun, everyone behaved extremely modestly and did not dare to be careless.

During these few days, Hu Lao Mo always remained calm when facing Yan Yun, as if the incident of marrying Zi Ling had never happened.

Yan Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he remained highly vigilant and had been acting cautiously for the past three days.

The woman Zi Ling did not dare to leave Yan Yun's side easily. It was naturally a pleasant thing to have such a beautiful woman by his side.

However, as soon as the celebration was over, Yan Yun immediately said goodbye to Zhili and others, left the Demon Palace with Zi Ling, and disappeared into the depths of Motuo Mountain.

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Three months later, on a nameless hill with beautiful scenery, a young man in a green shirt stood on the top.

He stood quietly on a huge rock, gazing into the distance.

This ordinary-looking young man is undoubtedly Yan Yun, who had left Mount Motuo several months ago.

At this moment, his eyes were looking straight ahead, but there was a rare hint of complexity and hesitation in his eyes.

Suddenly, he raised his hands and stared silently for a moment.

Just the day before, these hands had wandered on Zi Ling's jade-smooth skin, feeling the soft and delicate touch, which was truly intoxicating.

But now the beauty is gone, and only his lonely figure is left here.

It turned out that after Yan Yun took Zi Ling away from the influence of the Demon Sect, the two slowed down their flying speed and began to share their experiences after breaking up in the Demon Valley.

Both the listeners and the storytellers listened with great interest and laughed heartily from time to time.

There was originally an indescribable emotion hidden between the two of them. After several months of close interaction, they finally couldn't suppress their inner impulse and went to Wushan to make love.

However, afterwards, Zi Ling made it clear that since Yan Yun already had a dual cultivation partner and could not formally marry her, she was unwilling to become a concubine.

However, in this life, she would never have feelings for any other man except Yan Yun, nor would she marry anyone else. Instead, she decided to devote herself to cultivation, hoping to reach a higher level.

After saying these words frankly, Zi Ling left quietly with a calm expression.

Although Yan Yun had the ability to forcibly keep the woman in front of him, he judged the situation and saw her firm determination, so he could only helplessly watch her go away.

At this moment, he stood on the top of the mountain, and the wonderful months he spent with Zi Ling echoed deep in his heart.

An indescribable feeling of loss arose, accompanied by waves of throbbing pain.

Yan Yun clearly realized that this was a psychological imbalance caused by emotional fluctuations.

However, he did not rush to adjust to it, but quietly savored this complex emotional experience.

Time seemed to stand still, and the confusion in Yan Yun's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by clarity and tranquility.

"Perhaps this is what is called destiny!"

Yan Yun murmured softly, revealing deep regret in his words.

Then, his whole body was covered with green light, and he instantly turned into a dazzling streak of light, flying through the air.

A moment later, the escaping light disappeared at the end of the sky, leaving no trace.

The "Hell of Fire", one of the seven forbidden areas of Dajin, is located in the southeast of Dajin and has existed since ancient times.

In this vast world of fire, as vast as half a continent, it is almost impossible to see any other colors except black and red.

And in this endless area, there are countless volcanoes of various sizes.

Some volcanoes are thousands of feet high, while others are only a hundred feet high, like rolling hills.

Among these volcanoes, some have craters that are as hot as fire, flashing dazzling light; others are lifeless and appear pitch black.

Others continue to erupt, emitting surging waves of heat.

Above this land, there are thick black and red fire clouds, and the surface around the major volcanoes is covered with thick volcanic ash.

The low altitude was filled with a strong smell of sulfur and the high temperature was unbearable. The temperature here was much higher than that outside.

However, even in such an environment where ordinary people cannot survive, there are still many practitioners who frequently travel here using their magic weapons.

Some of them occasionally land and pick up certain items from the ground, while others go straight into a crater and disappear without a trace.

Those practitioners who dare to go deep into the volcano are undoubtedly high-level practitioners with profound cultivation.

Although Hellfire is a dangerous place where ordinary people cannot survive, it is also an excellent place to find various fire-attribute materials.

In fact, the true "Seven Forbidden Areas" are not limited to the vast area on the ground, but mainly refer to a large mountain area in the core area of ​​the Hellfire.

This area is completely shrouded in thick red fog, stretching for thousands of miles and boundless.

Only this red fog is the real forbidden area. Once a practitioner sets foot in it, few can come out alive.

Therefore, it is often difficult to see any practitioners near this sea of ​​fog.

However, on this day, at the edge of the fire fog in a certain direction, a bright light flashed in the sky, and a green rainbow swept over at a rapid speed, and in a flash it arrived at a position only a hundred feet away from the fire fog.

As the light faded, a handsome young man appeared. This man was Yan Yun, who had suffered an emotional setback and embarked on a long journey for several months before finally arriving here.

As soon as Yan Yun appeared, he quickly looked around, and his gaze finally fixed on the sea of ​​fog not far ahead.

This red fog was completely different from any fog Yan Yun had ever seen before. Such a vast sea of ​​fog seemed dead and lifeless. Even no sound could be heard and no movement could be seen.

Yan Yun put his hands behind his back, staring calmly for a long time, then the light shone brightly again and suddenly rushed towards the sea of ​​fog.

When Yan Yun just stepped into the sea of ​​fog, the moment the green protective aura on his body came into contact with the red fog, a deafening explosion broke out.

The red and green lights flickered alternately, with a huge momentum and becoming more and more intense.

Yan Yun was slightly surprised, his brows slightly frowned. After the escape distance exceeded more than a hundred feet, he immediately stroked the storage bag with his left hand without thinking.

In an instant, a dazzling red light appeared, and dozens of blazing rays of light shot out. After rapidly spinning in the air for a moment, they transformed into more than a dozen transparent and crystal clear cylindrical objects.

These cylindrical objects are about a foot long. The surface of each column is shining brightly, and is decorated with a lifelike, slowly swimming red dragon pattern.

These are a set of magical weapons of superior quality that Yan Yun carefully refined with the help of the Fire Dragon Pillar obtained from Kunwu Mountain.

Yan Yun silently chanted a spell, then gently pointed at the fire pillars with his right hand. (End of this chapter)