"Oh, I heard that this demon devoured the Nascent Souls of many cultivators after it came out of the valley. Could it be that after recovering its strength, this demon really has such amazing power?"

Chen Yun was still somewhat shocked.

“Fellow Daoist Chen may not know that when this demon fought with us in the last battle, he actually displayed the magical power of three heads and six arms, and his cultivation level increased by nearly double in an instant.”

"Its strength is enough to rival that of a cultivator in the early stage of Divine Transformation."

“If the three of us hadn’t set up a large forbidden formation there in advance, and there were more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators nearby to help contain it.”

"I'm afraid that in that demon-killing battle, we still couldn't completely eliminate this demon."

"Even so, the three of us still did not hesitate to consume a large amount of energy and perform secret techniques one after another."

“Finally, at the last moment of the battle, we managed to cut off its two heads and several arms, allowing it to escape.”

Master Zhiyang looked solemn and spoke slowly.

"This demon is so ferocious. No wonder you are worried that it will merge with the main soul again. If its strength increases a little bit, I am afraid that no one in the Tiannan region will be able to resist it!"

Chen Yun couldn't help but frown and took a breath.

"That's right! Fortunately, this demon should have already gone to Dajin. This matter should naturally be the concern of those monks in Dajin!"

Master Zhiyang suddenly smiled again.

Chen Yun looked at the Taoist priest and felt that his words seemed to carry a hint of gloating.

It seems that this old Taoist really has a bad impression of Dajin.

"Since Master said that the ancient demon is not what he wants to inquire about, then there must be more important information that needs to be disclosed, right?"

Chen Yun suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"In fact, the question about this demon soul is just a side issue. My visit to Fellow Daoist Chen this time mainly has other extremely important purposes."

"However, I still want to congratulate Fellow Daoist Chen on his outstanding achievements in cultivation and his successful advancement to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

Master Zhiyang looked at Chen Yun carefully and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your compliment, my progress is only due to luck."

Chen Yun responded politely.

"According to Fellow Daoist Wei, Fellow Daoist Chen holds the Golden Lightning Bamboo Magical Treasure and can control the legendary Divine Thunder that wards off evil spirits. Is this true?"

After asking this question, Master Zhiyang's expression turned serious.

Chen Yun's heart trembled, his pupils contracted, and he fell into silence in an instant.

He couldn't understand why Master Zhiyang knew this, but after a brief thought.

He thought that the news about the possession of the evil-repelling divine thunder was no longer a secret, so there was no need to cover it up, so he nodded and replied:
"Indeed, I do have a few Golden Thunder Bamboo magic weapons in my hands. May I ask what you may advise me, Master? I am not used to beating around the bush."

"Very good, since Fellow Daoist Chen is so frank, then I will speak directly. Fellow Daoist Chen can control the Divine Thunder to ward off evil spirits, and he is exactly the person I am looking for."

"However, as this matter involves many sensitive factors, I am not in a position to elaborate here to avoid causing unnecessary disputes."

"I can only tell you that this matter is of great importance. It involves the entire Tiannan cultivation world and is closely related to the mysterious vortex that appeared in the Boundless Sea recently."

Master Zhiyang said with great joy after learning that Chen Yun indeed mastered the divine power of thunder to ward off evil spirits.

"Your words are quite profound, and I am confused. However, you probably want me to use the evil-repelling divine thunder to help you complete some tasks, right?"

Chen Yun's eyebrows couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Although he had no idea what Master Zhiyang was talking about, he had a feeling that this would definitely not be an easy or pleasant task.

I immediately became alert.

"I am just passing through Yunmeng Mountain this time. I have more urgent matters to deal with, so I can't stay here for too long."

"If possible, Fellow Daoist Chen may wish to go to the Qiling Island on the coast of the East China Sea in the near future. I will be waiting for you there with Wei Wuya and Hehuan the old demon."

"Then the three of us will explain this matter in detail to you, fellow Taoist."

After casting a glance at Old Monster Jin and the others below, Master Zhiyang calmly made a suggestion.

"Seven Spirit Islands? Could it be the seven islands that have recently emerged around the whirlpool?"

Chen Yun's brows were furrowed.

"That's right. These seven islands surround a whirlpool and are a rare place with abundant spiritual energy. The three of us have lived on three of the islands for many years."

When Master Zhiyang talked about this, he actually sighed and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

Chen Yun was stunned. Judging from Master Zhiyang's expression, it seemed that the three of them were not living on the Seven Spirits Island voluntarily, but were forced to do so by some kind of pressure.

Countless thoughts came to his mind.

He certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to directly reject Master Zhiyang's invitation. After all, the three monks were famous, and the powerful forces they represented were even more daunting.

However, he was a little hesitant about being asked to rush to the Seven Spirit Island without knowing the other facts, and his face showed distress.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, rest assured. I have absolutely no ill intentions in inviting you to the Seven Spirits Island, and I will never force you to participate in any actions that are beyond your capabilities or carry risks."

"I just simply hope to borrow your divine thunder to ward off evil spirits for assistance."

"In addition, even if I haven't invited fellow Taoists at this moment, after June, all the mid-Nascent Soul cultivators in the Tiannan region will receive invitations jointly sent by us, and they must also attend this gathering."

"On the contrary, if you are willing to help me this time, there will be less trouble next time!"

Master Zhiyang seemed to understand Chen Yun's worries and explained with a smile.

Faced with Master Zhiyang's unquestionable request, Chen Yun was silent for a moment, and finally agreed reluctantly:

"Since you insist so much, I think this is indeed a matter of great importance. Then in three months, I will go to the Seven Spirits Island in person to pay my respects to the elders."

Then he thought quietly for a long time and tried hard to give this answer.

However, Master Zhiyang expressed his concerns:
"Three months seems too tight. Can you consider setting off earlier?"

Chen Yun shook his head resolutely and explained frankly:
"I'm afraid that's not possible. I just returned to the sect and still have many things to deal with. I can't leave Luoyun Sect immediately."

Master Zhiyang thought for a long time, and finally accepted this reality:

"Okay, then let's set it to three months. Although time is tight, it is enough for us to prepare."

"Three months later, I will be at Qiling Island with two other fellow Taoists to welcome you."

When Chen Yun was confused, he heard the good things mentioned by Master Zhiyang and felt very confused.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he still had no clues to guess, so he put the matter aside.

He looked down and slowly landed on the ground. …

Chen Yun comes to the Qiling Island again, and this time he will face the challenge of a life-and-death duel with the great elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, Old Monster Jin.

He was standing on a high peak among the mountains surrounding Baiqiaoyuan, where many practitioners who were paying attention to this battle gathered. They all raised their heads and stared at the sky with expectant eyes.

Opposite Chen Yun, Old Monster Jin said seriously:
"Fellow Daoist, you have little chance of winning this ranking competition. As the Grand Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, I will never give up the rights and interests of our sect easily."

"The ranking is directly related to the allocation of Yunmeng Mountain's resources."

"In addition, I am also very curious about what kind of magical power can make a cultivator who successfully condensed his Nascent Soul in just over 30 years enjoy such a great reputation."

"If we lose this battle, our Ancient Sword Sect will be willing to be inferior to the Luoyun Sect from now on."

After listening to what Old Monster Jin said, Chen Yun responded calmly: "Since Brother Jin has made a decision, I have no choice but to obey."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yun waved his hand, and a fist-sized blue flame ball suddenly appeared in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, Old Monster Jin was not to be outdone. He opened his mouth and three golden rays of light shot out like arrows. They turned out to be three identical small swords.

These small swords were originally only an inch long and golden in color.

However, in the blink of an eye, they suddenly began to spin rapidly around Old Monster Jin's body.

Then it suddenly expanded to a length of about a foot, becoming three golden light pillars about a foot long, circling in the air.

Seeing that his opponent had already used his magic weapon, Chen Yun did not panic. He shook his wrist lightly, and the blue fireball in his hand immediately exploded.

A half-foot-long blue flame bird flapped its wings and flew high, emitting a clear and melodious bird song from its mouth.

"go"

Chen Yun faced the direction where Old Monster Jin was and pointed casually.

Then, the blue firebird flapped its wings and flew high, then turned into a beam of blue light and sped away.

When Old Monster Jin saw this situation, a clear gloom appeared on his face and he couldn't help but get furious.

The opponent did not use any magic weapon and only relied on a firebird to attack. Such a contemptuous attitude was undoubtedly a serious insult to him.

The extremely furious Old Monster Jin sneered instead.

Without any hesitation, he quickly chanted a spell with both hands, deciding to use the most powerful sword technique right from the start to decide the outcome in one fell swoop.

The three golden rainbows above the head made a clear sound with a very clear dragon roar, and then disappeared in the air in an instant.

Instead, an extremely thin golden thread several meters long suddenly appeared in front of Old Monster Jin.

As the golden light continued to flash, golden lines emerged one after another like a tide.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of densely arranged golden lines appeared, they were colorful and dazzling.

"Turn swords into silk!"

A cold light flashed in Chen Yun's eyes, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Although the other party was a sword cultivator, it was truly jaw-dropping that he could conjure up so many sword threads at once.

He is indeed the grand elder of Ancient Sword Sect and his strength is extraordinary.

At this moment, most of the monks watching below had strange expressions on their faces when they saw the old man with curly hair displaying such amazing magical powers.

"Spring Silk Slash!"

"The older you are, the wiser you are. Once you make a move, it's a unique skill that will make you famous."

"Fellow Daoist Chen is so careless, I'm afraid he will suffer an accident!"

When Liehuo Laoguai and others from Baiqiaoyuan saw the scene, they couldn't help but talk in low voices.

The middle-aged cultivator who was traveling with Old Monster Jin showed a hint of joy on his face, Lu Luo's expression changed slightly, while the old man surnamed Cheng and the female cultivator named Ming Xin maintained a calm expression.

At this moment, the old monster Jin in the sky shouted loudly, and a series of spells hit the golden line in front of him.

In an instant, spiritual light overflowed, and numerous sword threads gathered into a huge golden network, swooping down towards the oncoming blue firebird.

The golden net is more than ten feet wide, while the firebird is only half a foot in size. Anyone who sees it would feel like a waste of talent.

However, when the firebird entered the golden mesh, the scene below shocked everyone present.

The moment the blue firebird touched the golden net, it exploded with a loud bang, followed by flashes of light, and a blue light lotus gradually appeared in the flames.

The lotus was in bud and was spinning in the net. Countless golden sword threads slashed towards it, but they could only stir up circles of spiritual ripples around the lotus and were unable to get close at all.

All the cultivators who were familiar with the power of "Spring Silk Slash" were filled with fear.

When Old Monster Jin saw this, he was filled with both shock and anger, and without hesitation, he used all his strength to activate the sword technique in his hand.

After the golden light flashed, the numerous sword threads became thinner and longer, and each golden thread became bright and dazzling.

They actually penetrated the blue spiritual light, tore it into pieces, and were about to chop directly at the lotus.

At this moment, the lotus flowers bloomed one by one.

With a "puff" sound, a ball of blue cold light burst out from the lotus petals, covering the entire space within a radius of twenty feet. The light was so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at.

Old Monster Jin immediately felt that the connection with the flying sword was cut off in an instant. He could no longer sense anything. He was horrified and began to observe attentively.

After a moment, the curly-haired old man's expression turned extremely ugly.

Where the strong man had just stood, the delicate lotus that was originally in full bloom had disappeared, and in its place, there was a magnificent piece of blue ice.

Inside this block of solid ice, there are three gleaming golden flying swords. They seem to be permanently sealed here, unable to move at all.

Seeing this situation, Old Monster Jin couldn't help but feel a little worried about the worsening of the situation.

His palm quickly turned over and slapped the storage bag hard, and a flawless white jade pendant immediately appeared in his palm.

However, when he was about to use this magic weapon, a deafening thunder suddenly came from behind him. Old Monster Jin was frightened and wanted to escape from the scene as quickly as possible.

However, at this critical moment, the protective aura on his body was like fragile window paper and was easily torn apart by some powerful force.

Immediately following, a hand flashing with cold blue light landed on his right shoulder without any warning.

Under this sudden cold touch, half of Jin Laoguai's body instantly became numb and he fell into an unconscious state.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, let's end this competition here. Do you agree with my proposal?"

Chen Yun's voice was cold and ruthless, coming faintly from behind him. (End of this chapter)