The rotation of the spiritual light also stopped, and led by the green hair, it began to show a strange swinging phenomenon, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

As the spell continued to sound, Chen Yun's expression remained calm as he continued to perform the above operations.

As time went by, a wisp of black mist appeared on the surface of the spirit skin in the flames.

Once the mist came into contact with the blood-red infant fire outside, it immediately dissipated, and a faint fishy smell permeated the secret room.

At the same time, the volume of the entire spiritual skin also shrank by one point.

Chen Yun seemed to turn a blind eye to all this until the whole process lasted for more than an hour.

Only when the last trace of black air on the surface of the spirit skin was completely refined did he relax and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, Chen Yun added several new materials into the flame. After a short period of refining, his eyes flashed and he suddenly blew gently at the flame.

With a faint "puff" sound, the flames instantly dissipated, and Chen Yun revealed that the inside of the spirit skin had completely turned blood red. At this time, it was only the size of a palm.

Looking at the spiritual skin that had turned into blood red, Chen Yun's face revealed an expression of satisfaction and determination.

Looking up and glancing at the dragon soul above, Chen Yun pointed at it without hesitation.

The green light flickering around the dragon soul paused for a moment, then turned into countless tiny spiritual lights and disappeared. However, the dragon soul seemed to be guided by some mysterious force and shot straight at the blood-red spirit skin.

A sizzling sound was heard on the surface of the spirit skin, and the dragon soul quickly merged into it without noticing anything.

Seeing that the dragon soul had successfully merged into the spirit skin, Chen Yun turned his palm over without hesitation, and a dark blue talisman pen suddenly appeared in his palm. It was about six or seven inches long, small and exquisite.

The other hand waved gently, summoning a green jade box with an open lid, and a ball of golden liquid slowly rose from the box.

Chen Yun held the talisman-making pen and quickly dipped a drop of the golden liquid. Then his face darkened. He aimed at the spirit skin floating in the air and began to skillfully draw complex patterns in the void.

A series of incomprehensible golden runes continuously flowed out from the tip of the pen, flew forward in a blink of an eye, and merged into the blood-red spirit skin.

Immediately afterwards, runes of varying sizes appeared on the surface of the spirit skin, shining with golden light and arranged in an orderly manner.

However, at the moment when these runes appeared, the spirit skin trembled violently and a loud dragon roar erupted from it.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of the spirit skin began to rise and fall, and the blood-red dragon soul struggled violently out of it, as if trying to escape from here.

However, at this critical moment, the golden runes on the spirit skin glowed brightly, and emerged as if they were a living thing, tightly wrapping the dragon soul inside, and then pulling it back to its original position with force.

Although it had lost its spirituality, as the soul of a spiritual beast of heaven and earth, the Jiao Soul instinctively felt threatened and tried its best to fight against the golden runes, trying to break free.

At this time, the speed of the rune pen in Chen Yun's hand increased, and golden runes of various sizes covered the Jiao Soul like raindrops. Soon after, the Jiao Soul was completely sealed, and then it was pulled back into the spirit skin step by step.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Chen Yun stopped the movement of his hands and immediately changed to a purple liquid. He also used the talisman pen to dip it, but drew strange symbols similar to spiritual patterns, and released them one by one calmly.

In this way, every once in a while, Chen Yun would replace a cinnabar-like spiritual liquid, and various symbols and wrinkles would appear on the spiritual skin.

Soon after, this palm-sized piece of spiritual leather talisman paper began to sparkle with dense and colorful lights, filled with rich spiritual energy.

However, Chen Yun's expression became more serious, and his writing speed gradually slowed down. His eyes were flashing with blue light, and he brought the power of the Ming and Qing Spirit Eyes to its fullest.

When a bright red rune was just completed and flew into the spirit skin, an abnormal spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly occurred, emanating from the unfinished rune, and became stronger and stronger.

Chen Yun's face changed drastically, and he secretly complained in his heart. But he immediately waved his sleeves without hesitation, and a green cloud swept out, instantly collecting all the materials. At the same time, his other hand drew a line in the air in front of him, and a blue shield flew out from his sleeves, expanding instantly and blocking in front of him.

Just as Chen Yun had completed this series of operations, the spirit skin exploded with a shocking dragon roar.

In the secret room, within the dazzling, colorful light, astonishing spiritual energy spread out like a hurricane, crashing onto the blue shield like a huge tsunami.

However, after the big shield shook slightly, it was as stable as a rock and resisted this powerful force. Chen Yun was surprised to see this scene, which was far from his expected result.

According to the huge energy contained in the spirit summoning talisman, the explosion caused by the failure of making the talisman should have produced great destructive power. However, at this moment, this force was easily blocked, which was really unexpected.

Just when Chen Yun was full of doubts, a blood-red light rushed out from the light ball and instantly reached the top of the secret room, trying to escape from there.

However, when the blood light just touched the roof, a layer of pure white light curtain appeared without warning, bouncing the blood light back and exposing it to everyone.

This is the bloody little dragon, which is also the soul of the poisonous dragon.

Chen Yun was stunned at first, then he was ecstatic.

He raised his right hand without hesitation and gently grabbed into the void. A large green hand suddenly appeared above the dragon soul, grabbed it, and quickly fell down.

Then, Chen Yun stretched out his index finger and pointed casually at the shield in front of him. Amidst the blue light, the shield shrank rapidly, and after rotating for a moment, it automatically slipped into his sleeve.

Then, Chen Yun stared at the dragon soul that had just been captured and once again used the Mingqing Spirit Eyes magical power.

"Huh?" Chen Yun's face showed a look of surprise and he couldn't help but let out a light cry.

Although this is still the original spirit, the soul power in its body has obviously been greatly weakened, and the bloody little dragon also looks exhausted.

Looking at the dragon soul, Chen Yun touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

It seems that failure in refining the Soul Summoning Talisman will not immediately cause the demon soul to collapse, but only lose some of its soul power. If this is true, then although the Soul Summoning Talisman is extremely difficult to refine, as long as multiple attempts are made before the soul power is exhausted, there is still a great chance of success.

Of course, if the refining is repeated too many times, the soul power will naturally be greatly reduced, and the power of the soul summoning talisman will definitely be affected. Considering these factors, Chen Yun breathed a sigh of relief and his face relaxed a little.

Even if there is some loss of soul power, it is still much better than the poisonous dragon's spirit directly dissipating.

This can be considered a blessing among misfortunes!
Chen Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head, then took out the auxiliary materials one by one and rearranged them neatly. Of course, this time he chose another spiritual beast skin.

A new refining process began again.

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At the moment when Chen Yun was concentrating on refining the spirit-summoning talisman in the secret room, the entire Tianyi City entered a full state of preparation for war within just two or three days.

All the monks and major sects learned the news that they would be fighting a desperate battle with the magicians in a few days. After a commotion, all the monks in the city left their garrisons and formed a large army of magicians according to the original plan. Everyone's face was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere, and they marched towards the garrisons at the border one after another.

Everyone knew that the outcome of this war would be either the defeat of the Mulan people and their retreat, or the fall of Tiannan to the hands of the mages, with countless sects losing their inheritance. Therefore, there was no need for encouragement, as their morale was already extremely high.

The news about the ten gambling battles was also widely circulated in the city.

In order to prevent Mulan's spies from leaking the list of participating monks and then sending magicians to fight in a targeted manner, the names of Chen Yun and others are still kept secret. Except for a few senior masters who participated in the meetings of the Heavenly Palace, almost no one knows the specific list.

Therefore, the true identities of these ten Nascent Soul cultivators naturally attracted heated discussions and speculations from countless cultivators. They tried to predict the outcome of this battle, because it involved the life and death of thousands of cultivators.

Many monks of the sects who placed their hopes on their disciples naturally paid more attention to this matter.

The disciples of Luoyun Sect also followed the team and left Tianyi City. Faced with this situation, Lu Luo had no choice but to go with them.

However, he ordered the woman surnamed Song to stay at the station and wait until Chen Yun came out.

After a few days, except for a very small number of monks who stayed behind, the number of people in Tianyi City gradually decreased.

As time went by, there was still no sign of Chen Yun coming out of confinement, which made the woman surnamed Song start to feel anxious.

Although there were layers of restrictions set up in the place where Chen Yun was in seclusion, he could still hear the roar of dragons or explosions coming from it. This made the woman surnamed Song both surprised and a little worried.

When the time came to the fifth day, the woman surnamed Song finally made up her mind. If Uncle Chen Yun could not come out of seclusion in time, then she would have no choice but to bite the bullet and force her way into the seclusion place.

Otherwise, if we delay any further, we might miss the upcoming war.

At this moment, the woman surnamed Song was sitting in the lobby of the residence, sitting on a chair with a heavy look of worry, looking out the window from time to time. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, making her look moody.

As the sky gradually darkened, she frowned, bit her lips, and suddenly stood up.

She had just taken two steps gracefully when suddenly a melodious bell sounded in the hall. The woman surnamed Song was stunned at first, then showed a delighted expression.

A moment later, a green light appeared at the entrance of the hall, and Chen Yun's figure slowly appeared in the light.

"Greetings, Uncle Master!" The woman surnamed Song hurriedly took a step forward and bowed respectfully.

"What day is it now? It seems that all the cultivators in the city have already set out." Chen Yun, who had just walked out of the secret room, felt that the entire Tianyi City had become empty and lonely, with only a few cultivators remaining in the city. Seeing the woman surnamed Song, he couldn't help but ask.

After all, he was in a secret room and could only roughly estimate the time. Although he felt that it did not exceed the expected deadline, he still had to confirm it before he could feel at ease.

"Uncle Master, it is now the fifth day." The woman surnamed Song had completely put her mind at ease at this time and answered respectfully.

"The fifth day should be enough time. However, it is better to reach the destination as soon as possible. Let's go." After hearing this, Chen Yun made a decisive decision.

"I will follow the orders of my uncle-master!" the woman surnamed Song responded softly.

Chen Yun raised his right hand, and a ball of white light flew out from his sleeves and floated into the courtyard outside the hall. After the light faded, a square carriage with white wings appeared in front of him.

This is exactly the windmill.

"Get in the car. We'll be able to travel faster than you can with your escape light." Chen Yun jumped into the car in a flash, then turned to the woman and said.

The woman surnamed Song looked at the car carefully, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she got into the car silently.

Seeing this, Chen Yun gently kicked the car with his toes, and the wind car suddenly burst out with a brilliant white light, and a layer of white shield instantly enveloped the people and the car. Then the car body shook and turned into a ball of white light that rushed straight into the sky.

The Wind-Controlling Chariot is indeed a specially designed flying magical instrument. Not only does it consume less spiritual energy, its speed is as fast as the wind and far exceeds the limit that ordinary cultivators can achieve.

In an instant, Chen Yun had successfully escaped from Tianyi City and sped towards the border. During this process, the woman surnamed Song felt more at ease. She couldn't help but wonder, could this be the strong confidence and calmness that Uncle Chen brought with this treasure?

Until this moment, he had just come out of the retreat. And what kind of mysterious and amazing secret method did that mysterious uncle practice these days? What did the dragon roar and explosion sound coming from the secret room mean?

Recently, at the border between Beiliang and Yu, two powerful teams of cultivators stood on both sides, driving all kinds of magic tools and treasures, like meteors passing through the sky, and gathered here. They acted quickly and set up countless camps in an orderly manner using the existing strongholds.

During this night, one majestic and solemn formation after another appeared. This piece of land that was originally ignored suddenly became turbulent and full of strong fighting spirit.

There were also some weaker monks and magicians who flew into the sky and patrolled around the camps, as if they were afraid that the enemy would take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

As the days passed, more and more cultivators and magicians gathered here. Various defensive bans were set up on both sides of the border, and the whole atmosphere became increasingly tense and depressing.

However, in the core area of ​​the border, patrolling cultivators and magicians would occasionally meet each other. Although their eyes were as cold as ice, they were still able to remain restrained and avoid conflict.

After all, taking action at this moment would not benefit the overall situation, and both sides could only endure temporarily and wait for the decisive battle in the future that would determine life and death. (End of this chapter)