Although his heart was filled with some regrets, for a cultivator who had not yet entered the Nascent Soul stage, it was too dangerous to take risks alone.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Chen Yun decided to give up this idea.

When he thought of this, he did not wait for the other party's reply, but just looked up and glanced at the power that had not stopped roaring.

In just a moment, his expression suddenly became serious.

"What happened?"

When Patriarch Linghu saw Chen Yun's expression suddenly change, his heart tightened and he asked hurriedly, while also turning back to look in that direction.

I saw a flash of light in the distant sky, and then a strange black and purple light appeared in the sky, constantly flowing and flickering, almost covering half of the sky.

And below, an emerald green cloud covering several acres was slowly rising.

It kept spinning under the reflection of the strange light, and the two reflected each other, making a deafening roar.

And that huge roar was faintly coming from this direction.

This strange black and purple light contained surging demonic energy, which the three of them were very familiar with.

It was exactly the aura that Nanlong Hou had exuded after he transformed into a two-headed, four-armed form.

However, the demonic energy displayed before everyone at this moment was obviously much more serious than it was then, and it made people feel breathless even from a distance.

What shocked Patriarch Linghu the most was that the black and purple light and the green cloud were approaching their location at a very fast speed, and it seemed that they would arrive soon.

"That is the Belly Corpse Poison Cloud cast by Fellow Daoist Wei."

When the woman in white saw the green mist, she immediately showed a delighted expression on her face and explained:
"If an ordinary practitioner gets even a little bit of it, he will die immediately. I have personally seen Fellow Daoist Wei use it once."

Hearing this, Chen Yun and Patriarch Linghu looked at each other, with deep fear in their eyes.

Although the green cloud was majestic, it was obviously suppressed by the black and purple light.

It seemed that the one fighting Wei Wuya was some kind of extremely powerful monster, which even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage could not deal with.

However, such a strong aura was obviously not caused by the "Marquis of Nanlong" who had just escaped.

After realizing this situation, the woman in white's face turned gloomy.

“I suggest we still”

She hesitated for a moment, wanting to make a suggestion, but before she could finish her words, a cold spiritual sense suddenly passed by the three of them.

The voice of the woman in white stopped abruptly.

Chen Yun's heart tightened, and Elder Linghu's face became even more sinister and terrifying.

He had just used his spiritual sense to try to probe into the interior of the black and purple light, but the spiritual energy contained therein was fluctuating so violently that his spiritual sense could hardly get close at all.

This phenomenon made his heart suddenly heavy, and an unprecedented sense of pressure suddenly surged into his heart.

This undoubtedly showed that the cultivation levels of the two monks in the fight were far beyond what he could contend with alone.

Hearing Chen Yun's frank and direct expression, Patriarch Linghu and the woman in white couldn't help but exchange glances with each other.

In fact, the two men had just struggled to escape from the brink of life and death, and were only able to save their lives because of Chen Yun's help.

Therefore, they were unwilling to take the risk of setting foot near the monster that almost killed them.

But as Chen Yun said before, if Wei Wuya, who was responsible for restraining the monster, made an unexpected mistake, the two of them might not even be able to rush out of the valley and escape from here.

Because at this time, they had already penetrated into the core of the inner valley.

In addition, if the unfortunate situation occurred, Wei Wuya did not die.

Then, when he finds out in the future that they had watched him die without helping, as a cultivator of the Nine-Nation Alliance, he will face great trouble.

The sects they originally represented will also inevitably suffer unknown disasters.

Of course, neither of them could accept sacrificing their lives for their sect and participating in a battle that had almost no chance of winning.

At this moment, both of them had deep hesitation on their faces.

Chen Yun sneered to himself, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the dark purple light in the sky that was getting closer and closer, and said nothing more.

"Among the three of us, it is clear that Fellow Daoist Chen has the most powerful magical power. I wonder what Fellow Daoist Chen has planned for this matter?"

After Elder Linghu frowned and thought for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask Chen Yun.

"Me? Hehehe..."

Faced with this question, Chen Yun did not respond immediately, but just gave an indifferent smile.

Looking at Chen Yun's attitude at the moment, Patriarch Linghu could only smile bitterly, secretly cursing the other party in his heart as a cunning fox.

If Chen Yun could make a suggestion and let the three of them get away from this place as soon as possible, then even if Wei Wuya held them accountable in the future.

He and the woman in white could also put all the blame on Chen Yun.

Just when Patriarch Linghu was feeling somewhat embarrassed, Chen Yun suddenly let out a low cry of surprise.

"Oh my! There are other monks approaching here."

"However, with such a loud noise, I believe that all the cultivators within a radius of thousands of miles will definitely be attracted."

Upon hearing the news, Patriarch Linghu and the woman in white were shocked and quickly looked in the direction of Chen Yun's sight.

On one side of the battlefield in the distance, there was indeed a faint flash of light, and there was indeed a team rushing towards the bottom of the strange green cloud.

"Who are those people? Why would they go to such a dangerous place?"

After Chen Yun carefully observed these cultivators with his spiritual sense, he couldn't help but feel excited.

The team that was rushing towards the fight scene consisted of three people in total, and Chen Yun unexpectedly knew two of the members.

One of them was none other than Tianjing Zhenren, with whom he had once made a deal, and two evil ghost puppets were still following him.

But now they were covered with scars, and one of the puppets even had only one arm left, as if they had experienced a fierce battle.

The other person was the silver-haired old man from Luoyun Sect, who was Chen Yun’s fellow senior brother named Cheng.

As for the last person, he was a strange old man who entered the valley with the old man surnamed Cheng.

As for the other elderly monk who was supposed to be there, he was nowhere to be seen. He must have encountered some kind of accident. After seeing the identities of these people, Chen Yun's face became even gloomier.

It seems that these monks were attracted by the fierce fighting here. Maybe they also mistakenly thought that this was a place where monks fought for rare treasures!
If they knew that there were no treasures hidden here, but instead horrible monsters that devoured Nascent Souls, they would probably have avoided it long ago.

Because the distance was too far, even if Chen Yun used all his strength to use the sound transmission technique to block it, it was still too late.

In a flash, these monks approached the center of the battlefield.

Wei Wuya must be happy that there are several substitutes to take the pressure. However, the silver-haired old man and others are indeed in danger.

As for the fate of others, Chen Yun naturally could not care.

However, this "Senior Brother Cheng" once had good intentions towards him in Luoyun Sect.

He has always valued gratitude and hatred, and he would never sit idly by and watch this man die in front of him. Therefore, it seems that he has no choice but to go to the front line himself.

Thinking of this, Chen Yun felt helpless.

He had not originally planned to leave immediately, let alone rashly participate in the battle between the ancient demon and Wei Wuya.

In fact, his intended plan was to approach the scene quietly and observe the details of the battle between the ancient demon and Wei Wuya before making a decision.

If Wei Wuya was at a disadvantage, he would naturally be willing to step forward and put pressure on the demon soul that had just joined the battle.

As a human cultivator, he did not want to see the unrestrained ancient demon wreaking havoc in the valley and devouring the spirits of many Nascent Souls.

If Wei Wuya was exhausted and in danger, he would definitely not put himself in danger and should try to escape as soon as possible.

In this case, this is just a crisis faced by many monks in the valley.

He was powerless to turn the tide against an enemy that even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage could not resist, and could only hope to be lucky enough to preserve his life.

However, the silver-haired old man and others suddenly jumped into the center of the battlefield, causing Chen Yun's expression to change complexly many times. In the end, he had no choice but to join the battle.

If his life is seriously threatened, he might as well use Blood Shadow Escape again to escape from the predicament.

However, after performing this secret technique, one must accurately grasp the direction, otherwise if one mistakenly enters the space crack, the consequences will be disastrous. Therefore, Chen Yun was not willing to try this escape technique easily.

After careful consideration, Chen Yun suddenly turned around and questioned Linghu Patriarch and the woman in white beside him in a cold tone:
"Since some of our comrades have decided to lend a helping hand."

"When dealing with monsters that devour the Nascent Soul of cultivators, it is our duty. Whether the two Taoists decide to enter the battlefield is up to you, but Chen will soon be on the front line."

"But considering that the two of you are now very close to the battle area, I'm afraid that Fellow Daoist Wei has already noticed you. By then, this may not be a wise move for it."

After uttering each sentence that was 70% warning and 30% threat, Chen Yun rushed towards the battlefield.

After hearing Chen Yun's words, Patriarch Linghu and the woman in white were stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.

During this brief pause, the battle between the black and purple light and the green light became more intense. At this time, the two were less than ten miles away from them.

If Wei Wuya intended to do so, he only needed to release a little bit of his spiritual sense and the two of them would have nowhere to hide.

Chen Yun's words were not just bluffing.

"Let's go without further ado. Fellow Daoist Chen is absolutely right. As human cultivators, we should shoulder the responsibility of slaying demons and eliminating evil."

The corner of Patriarch Linghu's mouth twitched slightly, and he said to the woman in white with a wry smile.

The woman looked solemn. She also understood the pros and cons and could only nod her head in agreement helplessly.

Fortunately, many monks have joined forces to attack, so protecting themselves should not be a problem even against the most powerful monsters.

With a glimmer of hope in their hearts, the two men transformed into two dazzling streaks of light and flew resolutely towards the battlefield.

They didn't know that just a thousand meters away from where they were, the chief elder of the Yuling Sect, Dadongmen Tu, was flying towards this place at a rapid speed with three green-robed warriors.

It turned out that there were only three Yuanying stage cultivators formed by the fusion of the Five Elements Spirit Infants left.

It is speculated that the other two may have been swallowed up by space cracks and various prohibitions and disappeared completely.

However, Dongmen Tu did not show any sign of loss on his face. On the contrary, he seemed to be so excited that he could not help glancing at the distant skyline from time to time.

The spiritual energy there was fluctuating extremely violently, and he could still sense it clearly even though he was a thousand meters away.

It was very likely that a cultivator was fighting fiercely for a treasure, so he naturally had to go and find out what was going on to see if there was any opportunity.

……

At the same time, in another direction, three hundred kilometers away from here, the Ghost Spirit Sect's Elder surnamed Zhong was also leading a team of Ghost Spirit Sect disciples, rapidly advancing towards the battlefield, his face as gloomy as water.

Although there were clear route instructions for entering the Demon Valley this time, two disciples still met with misfortune along the way. Their bodies and souls disappeared without a trace in the movable space cracks.

However, the main goal of his trip, the spiritual tree that he had found with great difficulty, and the spiritual candle fruit on it, had already been taken by someone else.

This almost made him lose his temper even though he was calm.

These spiritual fruits are crucial for him to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage.

Obviously, the traces of picking the spiritual fruit are still bright, and the spiritual candle fruit must be processed for alchemy as soon as possible. Therefore, the person who successfully seized the spiritual fruit will never fly away.

So he immediately led his disciples to search the surrounding area. Unfortunately, after several days of exhausting searching, they still found nothing.

Just when he was in despair and was about to lead his disciples to return as planned, suddenly a huge gust of air hit, almost wiping out all his disciples.

Fortunately, he had a top-level defensive ancient treasure on him, which enabled him to avoid the disaster safely.

Then, shocking fluctuations of spiritual energy came from afar again, which made him feel something in his heart. He immediately thought of the mysterious monk who had snatched the spirit pillar fruit. He could no longer suppress his inner impulse and led everyone to rush over.

Chen Yun did not take the Tiansha Demon Corpse and the numerous puppets into his possession. Instead, he released the dozen or so giant turtle puppets during the flight.

Elder Linghu and the woman in white, who were following closely behind, were extremely surprised and at the same time slightly relieved when they saw this scene.

Although these puppets have limited individual combat capabilities, if they can be used skillfully and dozens of them attack together, even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators will have to temporarily avoid them.

However, when he felt a little relieved, the jealousy in Linghu Patriarch's heart emerged again.

Including the woman in white, they were all muttering silently in their hearts, feeling extremely awed by Chen Yun's methods and thinking that he was truly unfathomable.

After only a distance of more than ten kilometers, Chen Yun arrived at the vicinity of the battlefield at lightning speed, and then slowly stopped more than a hundred feet away, seeing everything in front of him clearly.

When he observed from such a close distance, he discovered that the so-called black and purple light was actually purple-red magic light.

Countless strands of pitch-black demonic energy transformed into tentacles, dancing wildly in it. (End of this chapter)