After the ascent failed

Chapter 167 Soul Refining Void
I don't know when, another shocking news spread from the Yan family.

Yan Yuyan, the head of the Yan family, did not return all night in the room of the mysterious monk "Ye Chunyang".

This matter was not widely circulated, but everyone who heard it was excited.

Some time ago, I just heard the news that Ye Chunyang slashed Yan Changkong with a sword, shocking Reverend Tingshan and Lord Xiaoyushan. Now that I heard such a secret again, there was another thousand waves in Luocheng instantly.

"It's no wonder this person will help Yan Yuyan to regain the Yan family. It turns out that they have such a relationship."

Everyone who heard the news was suddenly enlightened.

If it wasn't for Yan Yuyan's deep relationship with this mysterious monk, how could the other party work so hard to kill Yan Changkong for him?

Now, the Yan family's reputation has risen, and it has become a giant in the hearts of everyone, and no one dares to be disrespectful.

And when this news spread, many members of the Yan family cheered up. With such a strong backer, why worry that the Yan family is not prosperous?

There were even many small families and sects in the vicinity who showed their favor to Yan's family one after another, and those forces that had low levels of cultivation towards Yan Yuyan and were about to make trouble immediately quieted down.

However, when the outside world was buzzing, Ye Chunyang, who was the center of the incident, came to the main hall of the Yan family the next day after talking with King Nanxuan all night, and explained his farewell to Yan Yuyan and Yan Wushuang.

"Senior, do you really plan to stay here for a few more days?"

After that night of staying overnight, Yan Yuyan regained her former composure.

At this time, she was wearing a light blue long dress, but she was no longer that green feather dress, and Yan Wushuang on the other side was also as cold as usual.

"I've got what I was looking for at Yan's house, so I don't need to stay here any longer."

Ye Chunyang looked at the pair of sisters and got up calmly.

The words fell, and we left.

The two goddesses had complicated expressions, but they couldn't speak to persuade them to stay.

They know that such a character, when soaring nine days, will not stay in any place.

"Senior Ye!"

Just as Ye Chunyang walked to the door, Yan Yuyan suddenly called softly.

Yan Wushuang also opened his mouth, but did not make any sound.

Ye Chunyang paused slightly, and said, "Miss Yan, is there anything else?"

"Why didn't you explain what happened that night?"

An unspeakable emotion flashed across Yan Yuyan's eyes, and there were countless words in her heart, but in the end she could only ask this.

"explain?"

"Why explain?"

Ye Chunyang looked indifferent, and said: "I said, I promise you a lifetime of worry-free life, and I, Ye Chunyang, will follow my words. Now the outside world is spreading, isn't it exactly what you need?"

Yan Yuyan was startled.

Yan Wushuang opened his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Could it be... things are not what I thought, nothing happened between them?"

Yan Wushuang couldn't tell whether it was surprise or disappointment.

"correct."

At this moment, Ye Chunyang said again: "In any case, it is because of you two that I can get the spiritual cultivation tree this time. I said before that I will grant you a request within my ability, and you can make it at any time. "

The two sisters faced each other and remained silent.

"It's okay, you don't mention it at this time, this promise is already valid, when you make up your mind in the future, you can come to the Wangxing Peak of the Cangyuan School to find me." Ye Chunyang said slowly.

"Wangxing Peak of the Cangyuan faction?"

The two women murmured softly, each with complicated eyes.

Ye Chunyang nodded.

After finishing speaking, he stopped pausing and disappeared into the Yan Family's courtyard, leaving the two sisters in silence for a long time.

……

In a deep mountain surrounded by black mist, there are many peaks, but it is quiet and silent. There are no birds or animals, let alone a single person.

The whole mountain forest gives people a sense of lifelessness.

This is the famous Tianmo Cliff in the Northern Territory.

Legend has it that there are countless evil spirits and resentments accumulated in the Tianmo Cliff, and it was once a holy place for evil cultivators. Countless demon cultivators gathered here to absorb the evil energy here to practice magic skills.

But since hundreds of years ago, none of the people who came here came out alive, and it has become extremely quiet since then. Not only did no one set foot here, even monsters and beasts did not exist.

But at this time, in the depths of Tianmo Cliff, in a lone peak towering above the clouds, there was a figure sitting there.

It is an old man with gray hair. He looks ordinary, unkempt, and has no breath. He looks like an ordinary old man, and because he is dressed in black, he blends in with the surrounding black mist. If you don't look carefully, you will be completely Unable to detect his presence.

When you get closer, you will find that there is another phantom in front of the old man at this time.

The phantom is the same as his appearance, but it is ups and downs, and there is a crimson light in the eyes, which turned out to be two flames, showing strangeness and mystery.

If a successful soul cultivator were here, he would be so frightened that he would kneel on the spot.

Because this phantom is nothing else, it is clearly the soul of the old man. Wherever his divine sense came, the void trembled, and twisted ripples appeared, as if everything had been burned.

"Hey!" "Hey!"

Just as the old man was concentrating his soul, a rainbow light suddenly flashed in the sky, tearing up the black mist and falling quickly towards this place.

The light dissipated, and a middle-aged man appeared in front of the old man. He was wearing a thick iron armor. His cultivation base was not high, and he only had the appearance of the eighth level of Qi Refining. He could barely fly with a sword.

But there was a violent fluctuation between the man's brows, which invisibly caused the surrounding black mist to disperse. After falling, he knelt down to the old man and said, "Disciple Meng Yuan, pay respects to Master."

"Buzz!"

The primordial spirit floating in front of the old man flickered slightly, turning into an invisible wave and escaping into the body. He opened his eyes, and a faint red flame flashed across the pupils.

Without any action, the void within a few feet suddenly fluctuated like water ripples, and the black mist boiled instantly.

"Master, your Lihuo Soul Art is becoming more and more advanced. With your current state, it is expected that you will be able to break through the mid-stage of leaving the body soon."

Seeing this, Meng Yuan buried his head even lower, with a look of deep reverence on his face.

"Every time soul cultivation breaks through a level, the difficulty doubles, especially after the out-of-body period, it is like a watershed. Although I have been immersed in the initial level for 300 years, there is still a big gap from the middle level."

The old man shook his head, a look of pride flashed in his eyes.

Meng Yuanzhong was shocked. He was also a soul cultivator, who could reach the middle stage of soul shaping, but the old man had comprehended it for 300 years in the out-of-body stage.

"Didn't I already tell you that no one is allowed to set foot here during my retreat to practice soul art? What's the matter with you here?"

The old man didn't move, nor did he look at the middle-aged man, he faced the cliff and asked indifferently.

"Reporting to Master, Xu Guang's soul lamp has gone out." Mentioning his intention, Meng Yuan's expression became solemn.

"Xu Guang is dead?"

The old man moved his fingers slightly and asked without turning his head, "When did it happen?"

"Just a year ago." Meng Yuan bowed his head.

"Although Xu Guang has only acquired a fraction of my supernatural powers, he has cultivated his soul to the early stage of soul-shaping, and ordinary people can't kill him." The old man's voice was weird, as if he was talking to Meng Yuan, and he seemed to be talking to himself .

Meng Yuan lowered his head, his expression flickering.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "When the disciple discovered that Xu Guang's soul lamp was off, he immediately went down the mountain to investigate and found out that he used to be a member of the Xu family in Liangcheng. Later, the Xu family was destroyed and he was the only one left to escape. It was a coincidence. Accepted as a disciple by Master."

After a pause, Meng Yuan continued: "A year ago, Xu Guang went down the mountain privately to find his old enemies, but it didn't take long for the disciples to find out that his soul lamp had gone out."

"Really? His enemy has the ability to kill him?"

The old man is still calm.

"It's not."

Meng Yuan shook his head.

"At the moment Xu Guang's soul lamp went out, there was some information. I guess he sent us the last message with his soul technique. His enemies only had two monks in the spirit transformation realm. With his strength, he could handle it completely and truly defeat him. His person is a soul cultivator, and like his master, he has reached the stage of leaving his body."

After saying this, Meng Yuan obviously took a deep breath, his face could not hide his surprise.

"Oh?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, and finally there was a wave of fluctuation in his calm expression.

He turned around slowly, revealing an old face, and deepness flashed in his eyes that were beating with red fire.

"Unexpectedly, there are soul cultivators in the out-of-body period in the Northern Territory. This is beyond the old man's expectation. It seems that this is the third out-of-body soul cultivator after the old man and that Mo Shangren."

The old man murmured, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

There are not many soul cultivators in this world now, let alone soul cultivators who have reached the stage of leaving their bodies, they are simply rare.

Meng Yuan's heart throbbed. Although the soul cultivator is hidden from the world, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

As far as he knew, in this circle, apart from his master, only the "Mo Shangren" had reached the state of out-of-body spirit, and he was also deeply shocked by the sudden appearance of a person right now.

"What is the identity of this person, did Xu Guang mention it in the news?" the old man asked.

"not at all."

"The disciple went down the mountain to inquire. Originally, there were no clues, but not long ago, the disciple found some relevant information in Luo City of Yinyue Kingdom."

Meng Yuan said.

"speak."

The old man listened quietly.

"A few days ago, an elder from the Yan family in Luocheng died after being obliterated by someone's soul. My disciples secretly inspected this person's body and found that his death was the work of a soul cultivator who could silently obliterate a person's soul. At least a cultivation level above the Soul Shaping Stage is required, and apart from defeating Xu Guang, there have been no other soul cultivators in Yinyue Kingdom recently."

"And the disciples also found out that this person's name is Ye Chunyang, and he has an ambiguous relationship with Yan Yuyan, the current head of the Yan family."

Meng Yuan said without omission.

After listening to the old man, he remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he slowly got up, raised his hands behind his back, and walked down the mountain.

"Ye Chunyang..."

"300 years ago, I lost a move and lost to Moshangren. Today I want to see how this monk surnamed Ye compares to Moshangren?"

The old man let out a faint laugh, and every time he took a step, the surrounding space was constantly shaking, causing ripples several feet wide, spreading in the forest, and blindingly dazzling fires rose.

In an instant, everything turned into nothingness.

"Soul Refining Void!"

Meng Yuan's figure trembled, and he knelt down with a "click", knocking his head on the ground.

"Master's Lihuo Soul Jue has been cultivated to such a high level. Looking at the Northern Territory, it is invincible."

(End of this chapter)