Chapter 80 Goodbye Nangong Wan!
"The reward for this mission is a Soul Tempering Pill, which is of great help to the foundation-building cultivators."

Dong Xuan'er's red lips moved slightly, and she whispered, "If you can take this pill, maybe you can directly enter the false pill stage."

"Fake Dan period."

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart moved slightly, such a pill is worth these foundation-building monks' life-threatening efforts.

"Besides, I want to accompany you."

Suddenly, Dong Xuaner added another sentence.

After he finished speaking, he quickly lowered his head, and a hint of red appeared on his snow-white face.

"Too dangerous."

Hearing this, Chen Yun's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly stared at Dong Xuan'er and said, "Go back now."

With Hongfu's protection, Dong Xuaner doesn't need to complete the so-called sect mission.

When the time comes, when Patriarch Linghu leads the elite disciples of Huangfeng Valley away, you can just leave with them safely.

"you..."

Hearing Chen Yun's scolding, Dong Xuan'er felt very aggrieved and couldn't help biting her pale lips.

If it was someone else, Dong Xuan'er would naturally ignore it, but this person was Chen Yun, so how could she ignore him?

"Then you should be careful and safe."

Dong Xuan'er lowered her head, and her slender jade fingers couldn't help but hold Chen Yun's sleeves, and whispered: "I'll wait for you to come back in Huangfeng Valley."

As he spoke, he walked away with a look of reluctance on his face.

"This little girl!"

Looking at Dong Xuaner's back, Chen Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

For some reason, this little girl had a secret crush on him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

I like his rebellious and arrogant look even more.

As Dong Xuan'er left, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe appeared outside the hall, stepping on a twenty-foot-long, silver-armored python with horns.

When they met again, Chen Yun looked at the silver-armored horned python again, his spiritual consciousness surging.

"Level 4!"

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't expect that after such a period of time, the strength of the Silver-Armored Horned Python had improved a lot and reached level four.

In addition, there is a familiar figure behind Li Huayuan.

"Han Li is going too?"

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Han Li in mid-air, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

After not seeing each other for such a long time, Han Li's strength has improved a lot.

It has reached the middle stage of foundation building.

However, his spiritual power was overflowing, obviously he had just broken through not long ago.

"I think you guys are clear about your mission."

Li Huayuan groaned, looked at the people in the distance, and said, "Although this journey is very dangerous, the rewards for you are also very generous."

"As long as you succeed in killing Yan Ruyan, I will grant you the Soul Tempering Pill that will help you break through the foundation-building stage."

The pupils of the group of foundation-building cultivators below all shrank slightly when they heard about the Soul Tempering Pill, and they seemed extremely excited.

This is also the purpose for which all the disciples are willing to take risks.

Compared to the excited crowd, Chen Yun was much calmer.

"Set off."

Looking at the expressions of the crowd, Li Huayuan showed a smile on his face, and then waved his sleeves gently.

The silver-armored horned python under him shook its tail gently, and quickly turned into a silver shadow, galloping away into the distance.

Upon seeing this, a group of foundation-building monks did not stop at all. They each controlled their own flying magic weapons and chased after the silver-armored horned python.

In order not to be too conspicuous in the crowd, Chen Yun took out a silver flying sword and rushed away into the distance.

The group of people came in a mighty procession and left the Taiyue Mountains after several hours.

Golden drum original.

The disciples of the six sects of the Demonic Path and the seven sects of the Kingdom of Yue continuously sent their monks to fight in Jinguyuan.

The scarlet blood completely soaked the entire golden drum.

The entire Jingu looked like a meat grinder and a hell on earth.

And a few hundred miles southeast of Jinguyuan, there is a gold refining stone mine.

Gold Alchemy Stone is a spiritual ore with golden properties that can be used to forge top-level gold-based magical instruments.

The very limited amount of gold-refining stone hearts produced each year can be used to make gold-attributed magic weapons.

Therefore, no matter from which perspective, this gold refining stone mine is of great strategic value.

"I didn't expect that the Ghost Spirit Sect would actually hand over this gold refining stone mine to us!"

The ancestor of the Yan family looked at the mine in front of him with a complicated look.

Xuanye beside him frowned slightly and sighed: "For our Yan family, this is not a good thing."

The Yan family ancestor glanced at Xuanye and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean by this?"

"The Jinlian Stone Mine is one of the most valuable mines near Jinguyuan."

Xuanye's face was full of worry, and he whispered, "Our Yan family alone cannot afford this spiritual mine. On the contrary, it will make our Yan family the target of public criticism."

"Because we betrayed the Seven Sects, we will be subjected to crazy revenge from them here."

"There will be a group of jealous demon sects behind them."

The ancestor of the Yan family frowned. Having lived to such an age, he naturally understood such a simple truth better than anyone else.

"Xuanye, you are the think tank of my Yan family."

The Yan family ancestor was excited. He looked at Xuanye beside him and said, "Now it is a critical moment for the survival of the Yan family. Do you have any way to help our Yan family overcome this difficulty?"

Xuanye was silent for a moment, then he gently fanned the folding fan in his hand and whispered, "Retreat! Retreat from here."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the Yan family ancestor's face changed slightly, and he quickly said: "This is the task that the Ghost Spirit Sect has assigned to my Yan family, and it is the foundation of the Ghost Spirit Sect in the future. If we withdraw, how can we support the cultivation of the Yan family's children?"

"The key to the family's revival lies in niece Ruyan and the old ancestor."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Xuanye's eyes, and he said, "Abandoning some low-qualified disciples will give an explanation to the Ghost Spirit Sect, and it will be convenient to concentrate all resources on supplying niece Ruyan and the Jindan cultivators."

“As long as my Yan family can produce a Nascent Soul cultivator, we can truly gain a foothold in the Ghost Spirit Sect.”

The ancestor of the Yan family opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

Although Xuanye's plan was very cold-blooded, the ancestor of the Yan family thought about it carefully and believed that this was the only way to break the deadlock.

"call out!"

At the same time, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, a white jade talisman quickly appeared in front of the ancestor of the Yan family.

Looking at the jade talisman in front of him, the ancestor of the Yan family slowly raised his right hand, and his spiritual consciousness poured into it.

After just a few breaths, the ancestor of the Yan family squeezed the jade talisman hard, and the powerful force directly crushed it into pieces.

"Damn!!!"

The eyes of the Yan family ancestor were full of anger: "How dare you deal with Ruyan? I will make sure you die in Jinguyuan."

Looking at the furious ancestor of the Yan family, Xuanye's expression changed slightly, and he retreated quietly.

The anger of a Jindan cultivator is not something that a mere foundation-building cultivator can provoke.

Looking at the jade talisman that was crushed into powder in his hand, the ancestor of the Yan family slowly raised his head, waved towards the distance, and said, "Ruyan."

As the Yan family ancestor finished speaking, a young girl in a white dress was seen walking quickly towards the Yan family ancestor.

"Grandfather, why did you call Ruyan here?"

Yan Ruyan bowed in front of the Yan family's ancestor and asked in a tender voice.

"Seven sects have issued a bounty to eliminate the descendants of our Yan family." The Yan family's ancestor's face turned cold, and he continued: "As the natural spiritual root of my Yan family, you have attracted many foundation-building cultivators."

"Then... then what should I do?"

Yan Ruyan's lips moved slightly and she asked in a trembling voice.

The ancestor of the Yan family suddenly raised his right hand and slapped Yan Ruyan directly on the head.

She kept muttering to herself, and then a light yellow light quickly wrapped around Yan Ruyan's body.

Yan Ruyan's expression changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he became a sturdy man with a rough face.

"Take all these with you and leave this place first."

The ancestor of the Yan family looked deeply at Yan Ruyan in front of him and warned: "You must know that you are the future of our Yan family. You must protect yourself no matter what."

As he spoke, the ancestor of the Yan family handed a storage bag to Yan Ruyan.

"What about you, ancestor?"

Yan Ruyan took the storage bag and couldn't help but look up at the ancestor with concern on her face.

"I am a Jindan cultivator. Even if I encounter danger, I will find a way to escape."

The ancestor of the Yan family smiled and waved his hand, not caring at all.

Just as the ancestor of the Yan family was warning Yan Ruyan, a huge silver-armored horned python landed at the camp of the seven sects in Jinguyuan.

Behind him were nearly ten foundation-building monks.

Chen Yun looked at the huge fortress in front of him, which was like a fortress.

In front of the fortress, there was a monk who was constantly driving magical instruments in and out.

Judging from the anxious looks on these monks' faces, they were obviously completing the tasks assigned by the seven sects.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by an extremely loud roar, a spiritual boat as smooth as jade was seen slowly descending from mid-air.

The disciples of the Yanyue Sect, dressed in white skirts and robes, were standing in an orderly manner on the spirit boat.

"They are all cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Chen Yun looked at the Yanyue Sect disciples and found that the lowest level of their cultivation was in the late foundation building stage, and a small number of them had reached the peak of the foundation building stage.

"As expected, the Moon-shaking Sect is the most powerful of the seven sects. The quality of this group of cultivators far exceeds that of the Yellow Maple Valley."

Chen Yun's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but murmured softly.

But his gaze did not stop, but continued to scan the Yanyue Sect monks.

Finally, Chen Yun found a tall woman with a white veil on her face and cold eyes in the middle of the spirit boat.

"Nangong Wan!"

Chen Yun opened his mouth and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't help but recall a white figure in my mind, and the faint fragrance seemed to be still there yesterday.

Just as Chen Yun was looking at Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan frowned slightly, her cold eyes kept sweeping over the cultivators below, and she silently said in her heart: "That person has been ruled out, and the only one left is Huang Fenggu."

"At that time, his cultivation had already reached the initial stage of foundation building."

Nangong Wantan opened his mouth slightly, looked at the group of Huangfeng Valley cultivators with a cold gaze, and said silently in his heart: "Now he should be a cultivator in the middle or late stage of foundation building."

As for the peak of foundation building, Nangong Wan didn't even think about it. It should be impossible to cultivate so fast.

Chen Yun couldn't help but be shocked when he felt the vague sense of spiritual awareness coming from his body.

"Brother Li, these are the disciples from the Yellow Maple Valley who are here this time, right?"

Nangong Wan, dressed in fluttering white clothes, landed in front of Li Huayuan like a banished immortal, but her eyes were on Chen Yun, Han Li and several other cultivators in the middle and late stages of foundation building.

"With you and I taking action this time, we can definitely destroy the Yan family in one fell swoop."

Li Huayuan snorted, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "How dare the little Yan family betray our seven sects."

"These disciples look familiar. Are there any of them who accompanied you to participate in the Blood Forbidden Land last time?"

Nangong Wan's eyes flickered and she suddenly asked.

Li Huayuan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Nangong Wan to suddenly ask this.

After all, how could a Jindan cultivator take a foundation-building cultivator seriously?

He glanced at the people behind him, then pulled Han Li to his side and said, "This kid is the disciple I accepted in the Blood Forbidden Land."

"It's you?"

Nangong Wan's voice became urgent, and she quickly looked at the ordinary Han Li.

Han Li, who was very cautious, immediately noticed the change in Nangong Wan's tone. He was terrified and bowed respectfully: "Disciple has indeed been to the Bloody Forbidden Land."

"What was your cultivation level at that time?"

A gleam of light flashed in Nangong Wan's eyes, and she quickly asked.

Han Li was silent for a moment, then he saluted and said, "Eleventh level of Qi training."

"Speaking of which, this kid really has a good opportunity. His cultivation is not great, but he has gained a lot."

Li Huayuan smiled and nodded.

In fact, Li Huayuan decided to accept Han Li as his disciple because of Han Li's foundation-building herbs.

He did not disappoint himself, and now his cultivation has broken through to the middle stage of foundation building.

"Only the eleventh level of Qi training?"

A trace of disappointment flashed across Nangong Wan's eyes. If she was at the eleventh level of Qi training, then the absurd day in the underground world that day certainly had nothing to do with it.

"Are there any other disciples?"

Nangong Wan's eyes moved slightly, she turned to look at Li Huayuan and continued to ask.

Li Huayuan frowned slightly. Although he didn't know why she asked these questions, after all, Nangong Wan was a Jindan cultivator, so he had to give her this face.

"I didn't notice that."

Li Huayuan shook his head, then turned to look at the disciples behind him: "Are you willing to join me in the Blood Forbidden Land?"

After these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other and no one spoke.

Chen Yun's expression was calm, without any sign of abnormality.

Only Han Li was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at Chen Yun.

"Hey!"

Seeing that no one spoke for a long time, Nangong Wan shook her head and said, "It's getting late, let's get ready to leave."

After saying that, Nangong Wan waved her sleeves and put the Tianyue Shenzhou into the storage bag.

Behind him were a dozen foundation-building monks.

"It's not too late to make things happen. If things are too late, things will change."

Seeing this, Li Huayuan nodded.

Then he waved his sleeves, and a faint white mist surged out from his sleeves, directly covering the silver-armored horned python under him.

From afar, the silver-armored horned python disappeared out of thin air.

Chen Yun habitually extended his spiritual sense to investigate, but found that with his own cultivation level, he could still see the vague figure of a person.

"You can hide your bodies by entering my mist."

Li Huayuan's urging voice was heard from the clouds.

Upon seeing this, all the disciples of the Huangfeng Valley hid in the clouds and mist one by one and disappeared on the spot.

The disciples of the Yanyue Sect and the Huangfeng Valley rushed towards the gold-refining stone mine.

The group moved very quickly, and after just half an hour, they could vaguely see a huge mine.

(End of this chapter)