Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 77: Destruction of Jiedan, regret, I knew this!

Wang Chan nodded slightly, glanced at the twelve blood guards behind him and said: "With the twelve guards here, it is more than enough to deal with a few fish that slip through the net!"

Having said this, Wang Chan glanced at Blood Guard No. 1 and snorted coldly.

Blood Guard No. 1 couldn't help but cover the scars on his shoulders and quickly lowered his head.

In fact, if it were not for the purpose of not hurting the souls of these two hundred foundation-building disciples of the Seven Sects and allowing Yan Ruyan to cultivate the first level of Blood Spirit Dafa, Wang Chan would not have to go to great lengths.

Just let the Li brothers kill them.

Day two.

At dawn in the morning, Yan Yun left Yanyun Pavilion early.

In the sky, children of the Yan family kept flying over, very hastily.

"The storm is coming!"

Yan Yun opened his lips slightly and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

"call out!"

With a sharp sound breaking through the air, Yan Hao, wearing the Yan family's brocade clothes, landed outside the house.

"Senior Brother Yan, this is a mission issued by our ancestor!"

While speaking, Yan Hao took out a jade talisman and handed it to Yan Yun with both hands.

After seeing Yan Yun take the jade talisman, Yan Hao did not stay long and left in a hurry.

Looking at the jade talisman in his hand, Yan Yun poured spiritual power into it without hesitation.

Characters appeared in the jade talisman one after another.

After a few breaths.

"Crack! Kick!"

As the characters appeared, the jade talisman made a clicking sound, and the color on it became dim and turned into pieces of gray-white gravel.

Sprinkle all over the place.

The ancestor of the Yan family was not in the jade talisman to inform the Ghost Spirit Sect about the blood sacrifice to the seven sects.

Just let yourself help the Ghost Spirit Sect plunder the formation.

"Although I say so, if I go, I will be on the same front as the Ghost Spirit Sect!"

"Even if I want to withdraw temporarily, my hands will be stained with the blood of the disciples of the seven sects!"

Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered: "We have no chance of returning to the Hidden Moon Sect. We can only follow the Yan family to the Ghost Spirit Sect wholeheartedly!"

"Clap!"

Clapping his hands gently, the gravel in his hands flew out in the wind, flying into the courtyard and flying all over the sky.

Outside Yanjia Fort.

On top of a mountain with a height of one hundred feet, a huge magic circle has risen here.

A faint blood mist emitted, completely covering the entire valley.

Yan Yun jumped off the back of the double-headed wind duck and scanned the valley in front of him.

I saw two middle-aged monks wearing Yan family clothes, sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, meditating with their eyes closed.

As for the earth platform not far away, there are more than a dozen descendants of the Yan family who are in the middle and late stages of foundation building. They are obscured by the thick fog and cannot see clearly.

Those Yan family disciples talked to each other in low voices.

Although they were not far apart, they couldn't hear anything.

Obviously these are all the effects of the formation.

Without any hesitation, Yan Yun strode onto the stone platform and submerged into the thick fog.

Yan Ruyan, wearing a blood-red dress, stood out among the crowd.

Next to him, stood Wang Chan in black brocade clothes, and behind him were twelve Ghost Spirit Sect blood guards wearing Yan family clothes to hide their identities.

Wang Chan looked straight at Yan Ruyan beside him, his eyes full of greed.

At this time, Yan Yun's sudden appearance made Yan Ruyan's heart tremble slightly and she lost her mind.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, farther away from Wang Chan.

But when she saw Yan Yun's expressionless and indifferent gaze, Yan Ru couldn't help but lower her head slightly.

There was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

Wang Chan, who was staring at Yan Ruyan, his face hardened, but he noticed Yan Ruyan's abnormality and couldn't help but look sideways.

He happened to see Yan Yun walking in front of him, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

Then he seemed to think of something, raised the corner of his mouth and sneered.

Wang Chan's malice showed no restraint, and Yan Yun had naturally noticed it a long time ago.

However, Yan Yun didn't care about a dying person. He found a stone seat and sat down leisurely.

At the same time, seven disciples had fallen into the valley.

Looking at the formation shrouded in blood mist, I didn't notice anything unusual at all.

Little did he know that a disaster was imminent, but he was still pointing and pointing, quite curious.

at the same time.

Han Li, who arrived late, came to the formation alone.

He stared at the formation in front of him and couldn't help but examine it for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He could faintly feel an uneasy aura from the magic circle, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

With this in mind, he couldn't help but look around and found that there were more than thirty monks here.

Qingxumen, whom I just met yesterday, and the woman surnamed Fang from Tianque Castle also arrived one after another.

However, the cautious Han Li did not choose to walk towards them, but stayed alone.

He came to the most remote corner of the formation and stared coldly at the disciples of the seven sects who were talking in the distance.

After another half an hour, Dong Xuan'er landed with a Tianque Fort disciple, and the two chatted happily.

Dong Xuan'er's flirtatious eyes attracted the Tianque Castle disciples to several men, watching them jealously competing for her.

Dong Xuan'er felt unparalleled satisfaction in her heart.

But when he saw Han Li, who was frowning slightly and hiding in the corner of the formation, he couldn't help but stamp his feet and snorted softly.

"Young Master, there are still two people missing. And it's already getting late. Can you please wait a little longer!"

At the same time, a Ghost Spirit Sect disciple wearing Yanjiabao costume knelt on one knee in front of Wang Chan.

Wang Chan looked impatient and waved his hand directly: "It will be a long night and a lot of dreams. Just open the formation. Just two monks can't make waves!"

But soon, the Ghost Spirit Sect disciple came back again: "Young Master, there are two people who are too far away from the formation to cover them. The elder said that they need to be brought closer!"

Hearing this, Wang Chan's eyes flashed with astonishment, and then he looked up and saw an average-looking young man in a yellow shirt, looking calmly at everything on the mountain.

Standing with one foot outside the formation, half of his body was leaning on an old tree with dead vines.

Dong Xuan'er, on the other hand, stood beside him reluctantly. If Han Li hadn't been watching, she would have already slipped into the crowd and played with her heartstrings.

Wang Chan, who was already in a bad mood because of Yan Yun, lost his patience when he saw this scene.

A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Tell the two elders to take action, and leave this person to me!"

As he spoke, his whole body was filled with blood and murderous intent.

At the same time, a scarlet light curtain instantly enveloped the entire valley.

A "Children of the Yan Family" flew out of the sky and immediately took off his clothes, revealing a rich black and red aura around him.

"Disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect!"

"What do you want to do, why do you want to surround us with formations!"

"Could it be that the Yan family has something to do with the Ghost Spirit Sect and wants to murder us!"

……

Seeing this situation, Han Li didn't hesitate at all, grabbed Dong Xuan'er and fled out of the valley.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun in the crowd raised his eyebrows slightly and said silently in his heart.

"Master, why haven't you moved yet?"

"The Ghost Spirit Sect is about to take action. Is it possible that regardless of these seven sects, more than 200 foundation-building monks will live or die?"

You must know that Rao is one of the seven major sects, and losing so many foundation-building monks all at once is a big blow.

Just as Yan Yun was thinking, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the storage bag on his waist.

Outside the bloody formation, several streams of light flashed past.

A hint of joy flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he said silently in his heart: "It's finally here!"

The movement outside the formation naturally disturbed the Li brothers of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

“Young Master, it’s not good, the old monster from the Hidden Moon Sect is here!”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Chan's expression changed instantly.

As the young master of the Demon Dao Ghost Spirit Sect, he naturally knows the Dan Yuanying monks of the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom very well.

A powerful monk like Qiong Laoguai who is half a step into the Nascent Soul is simply not something that the Li brothers can deal with.

With this in mind, he immediately took out a bloody token.

He pinched the magic formula with his right hand and was about to activate the token to notify the elders of the Ghost Spirit Sect in Tianluo Kingdom.

A green wind blade flew out into the air.

It fell heavily on the token.

With a "click", the wind blade was extremely sharp and chopped the token into pieces.

"What do you want to do!"

"How dare you take action to hurt the young master!"

Looking at Yan Yun who suddenly took action, twelve blood guards flew out in an instant, completely covering Yan Yun.

Wang Chan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and a thick bloody mist wrapped around him: "Kill him to death with a thousand cuts!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Yan Ruyan: "How dare the Yan family betray me!"

Yan Ruyan was shocked and quickly waved her hands to deny it. Then she looked at Yan Yun and scolded:
  "Yan Yun, do you dare to hurt the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect?"

"Kneel down and beg for mercy. I will ask the young master to spare your life!"

Yan Yun glanced at Yan Ruyan, smiled lightly and said, "Miss Yan, haven't you seen the situation clearly yet?"

While speaking, Yan Yun waved his right hand lightly, and six cyan wind blades condensed into shape instantly.

Accompanied by sharp sounds piercing the air.

Instantly disappeared in place.

"Stab it! Stab it!" Following the sounds of flesh and blood being cut, six Blood Guards in the middle stage of foundation building were cut into several pieces and their corpses lay on the spot.

The remaining six blood guards rushed towards Yan Yun without any fear.

Yan Yun's figure swayed, turned into a straight line, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And when Yan Yun's figure appeared again, he was already in mid-air.

A bright cyan wind ball condensed in front of him, and the flowing cyan light illuminated his face quite clearly.

"go with!"

As Yan Yun finished speaking, the cyan wind ball in his hand instantly landed among the six blood guards.

The six blood guards reacted quickly and immediately activated their defensive weapons, completely covering their bodies.

"boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and the wind ball exploded. The compact wind blade inside was compressed and was good at facing the wind.

It turned into an airtight wind blade and kept falling on the six people.

"This is?"

Han Li, who was fleeing in the distance, couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard the huge roar coming from behind.

Looking up, he saw Yan Yun, with green shadows all around him, floating in the air.

A bright blue wind ball exploded in the crowd.

"Brother Yan!"

Han Li's eyes narrowed and he made a sound of surprise.

Next to him, Dong Xuan'er had a faint cyan shadow flowing in her beautiful eyes, and her red lips were slightly pursed.

"what!!!"

"my leg!!"

Following the shrill screams, corpses were everywhere on the ground where the wind ball exploded.

The five blood guards were killed instantly, but the No. 1 blood guard in the late stage of foundation establishment survived with the help of a top-level defensive magic weapon.

However, the magic weapon shattered and several bloody wounds appeared on the chest.

Bright red blood gurgled out, and he lay dying on the ground.

As a result, the remaining Ghost Spirit Sect disciples all widened their eyes and stepped back one after another, not daring to get any closer.

Wang Chan's body trembled slightly, looking at Yan Yun who was like a demon descending from the sky, he didn't know how to make a decision for a moment.

"This is definitely not the foundation-building stage. Has he already broken through the core-building stage?"

Looking at Yan Yun who casually slaughtered the mid- to late-stage foundation-building monks, Yan Ruyan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"call out!"

At the same time, a bloody figure passed through the air and landed heavily in front of Wang Chan.

Yan Yun looked intently and saw that this person was the naughty boy among the Li brothers.

The originally tender and smooth face was now covered with scars all around, and there was a long and thin scar on the chest.

The blood couldn't stop pouring out.

"Young Master, the old monster Qiong is here, please leave quickly!"

While speaking, he slapped Wang Chan hard, and the blood-colored mist enveloped him.

"call out!"

As a sound broke through the air, Wang Chan disappeared instantly.

And a few breaths after Wang Chan left, the old monster Qiong came over, glanced at Yan Yun, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked: "My good disciple, Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a streak of blood running away into the distance.

"Want to run?"

You must know that Wang Chan is the top priority in this plan, how can he be allowed to escape.

"My dear disciple, this person's Dantian was injured, and his cultivation level is only at the false Dantian stage!"

The old monster Qiong looked at Yan Yun and warned: "Watch him, don't let him start!"

Yan Yun glanced at the boy who looked like a boy on the ground, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked something that made all the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect feel scared.

"Can you kill him?"

Yan Yun now wants to test the strength of the monks in the Dan Formation Stage.

The boy in front of him, whose elixir was broken and whose cultivation was only at the false elixir stage, was the perfect candidate.

"Ha ha!"

Hearing Yan Yun's words, Old Monster Qiong couldn't help but laugh: "You really have the same demeanor as I did back then. In this case, I'll leave him to you to deal with!"

As he spoke, the old monster Qiong turned into a shadow and disappeared instantly.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

A bloody dagger had already arrived in front of Yan Yun.

The boy who was in the Dan Formation stage had already floated up in the air at some point, and his whole body was full of blood.

The eyes were filled with blood mist.

"call out!"

A faint cyan light emerged from Yan Yun's body, and he disappeared in an instant.

Narrowly dodged the magic weapon dagger.

"Damn!"

Seeing that the attack was in vain, the boy's face turned ferocious and he waved his sleeves.

The blood-colored spiritual mist covered the sky and the sun, and creatures with distorted faces were constantly twisting in the blood mist.

And screams continued to be heard.

A series of shrill screams sounded from the blood mist.

Yan Ruyan and other foundation-building monks who were a little closer couldn't help but feel shocked when they heard the whimpering in the blood mist.

His body trembled slightly, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees.

Looking back at Yan Yun in the air, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes immediately regained clarity.

Staring at the boy in the distance, he raised his hand and waved.

A cyan wind thunder bead exuding a light purple color flew out of the sky.

It turned into a purple-green shadow and fell into the blood mist.

"Boom!"

The Wind Thunder Bead shattered into pieces, and blue wind blades instantly emerged from the Wind Thunder Bead.

The wind blade entwined with the power of thunder and lightning intertwined with the figure in the blood mist.

"Zi la la!"

The blood mist exploded suddenly, and the already pale-faced boy's eyes widened and he screamed in surprise.

"What kind of method is this?"

And just as he screamed, six cyan wind blades landed on the boy's chest one after another.

Bright red blood continued to gush out.

His body stiffened and he fell to the ground.

Yan Yun did not approach rashly. He raised his hand and threw several more wind balls, which landed on the boy.

It wasn't until his body was blurred with blood from being slashed that Yan Yun slowly stepped forward.

Raising his right hand, a cyan wind ball condensed in the palm of his hand.

Whenever there is the slightest movement, a wind ball greets them.

"As expected of a pill-forming monk, even after the golden pill was broken, he still has such strength!"

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Yan Yun skillfully put the storage bag into his arms and put the dagger-like magic weapon into the storage bag.

Then his eyes swept over the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples present.

With a light wave of his right hand, green wind blades flew out instantly and turned into sharp blades.

Harvesting the lives of these dozen Ghost Spirit Sect disciples.

As far as Yanyun is concerned, these mere disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect in the foundation building stage are no threat at all.

A master-level wind blade technique is not something they can deal with.

"Yan...Yan Yun."

Yan Ruyan, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised her head and looked at Yan Yun with a pale face.

Yan Yun glanced at Yan Ruyan and said calmly: "I won't kill you!"

Yan Ruyan was slightly stunned, looking at Yan Yun, her white lips trembled slightly, and asked: "When did you break through to the core formation stage?"

Hearing this, Yan Yun couldn't help but chuckle: "To kill an elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect whose cultivation has fallen to the false elixir stage, does it also require cultivation at the elixir formation stage?"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Ruyan's face instantly turned pale, and she slowly raised her head to look at Yan Yun: "Can I ask you a question?"

Yan Yun looked around and found a rock on the platform. He leaned on it and waited quietly for the return of the old monster Qiong.

Seeing that Yan Yun didn't reply, Yan Ruyan bit her white lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"If I had known this earlier, I would never have agreed to the Ancestor and Wang Chan becoming a couple!"

Hearing this, Yan Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If I had told you earlier, you would have turned around and told the ancestor of the Yan family!"

"Then I will be killed, and then I will go to the Ghost Spirit Sect in advance!"

Yan Yun's words left Yan Ruyan speechless. After all, these were her true thoughts in her heart.

Looking at the expressionless Yan Yun, Yan Ruyan mustered up her courage and said:
  "My family has trained me, so I will naturally put the interests of the family first!"

"As long as I can make the family strong, it doesn't matter if I sacrifice you."

Yan Yun stood up slowly, walked to Yan Ruyan's side, leaned down and looked at Yan Ruyan, and whispered: "As a person with Tianling root, he is such a frog in the well."

"To the Yan family, taking refuge in the Ghost Spirit Sect is nothing more than a dove occupying a magpie's nest."

"It's just a matter of becoming one of the six demon sects!"

Yan Ruyan looked puzzled: "Isn't this the biggest goal of the family?"

"Then what happens after a thousand years or ten thousand years?"

"By then, you and I will have become a pile of loess, so what's the point."

"Besides, the world is changing with each passing day, and it will be difficult for the Yan family to survive."

(End of this chapter)