Afterwards, they respectfully presented the six most precious claws and more than ten long feathers to Chen Yun.

The remaining part was divided equally between the two tribes.

Considering that Chen Yun was an immortal invited by the Heron Tribe, it was natural for the Heron Tribe to occupy a larger share of the property.

Although the share the man surnamed Ba received was not very generous, it was considered an extra gift.

And there were no casualties during the attack by the evil birds, so he was naturally very happy.

In a tightly sealed carriage of the Red Wolf Tribe, the man in blue robe seemed to find wearing a hat quite inconvenient.

The head covering had been removed, revealing a pale and handsome face.

His lips are a little thin, but overall, he looks heroic and has an extraordinary temperament.

At this moment, he closed his lips tightly and his face was gloomy and cold.

Suddenly, he reached out and kept stroking his neck, and took out a golden chain from it.

At the end of the chain hung a silver key.

The key is about the size of a finger in diameter and several inches long, and its surface is covered with mysterious and ancient patterns.

There is also a golden word "wind" engraved on the oval handle.

When Feng Yue looked down at the mysterious key, an extremely complex light flashed in his eyes.

Facial expressions also show signs of constant change.

Sometimes it is full of expectations, sometimes it is full of pain, and finally it returns to deep worry.

Then he sighed, carefully put the key into his bag, and put it around his neck like a necklace again.

After confirming that no one could detect the key, he closed his eyes and began to meditate deeply to recover the mental strength he had previously consumed.

When the battlefield outside was completely calmed down, it didn't take long for the entire caravan to set out on the journey again. However, this time, few people dared to talk and laugh loudly.

Although yesterday's battle seemed short, it was a profound shock to these young people who were new to the world.

Especially those who possess miraculous spiritual roots, their hearts are constantly surging.

I long to rush to the sacred palace immediately and become a god with great magical powers.

The following days were calm, but at noon the next day, Chen Yun was concentrating on studying the formula in the carriage.

But unexpectedly, he felt the aura of the so-called "station" designated by the temple.

Although Chen Yun was worried that there might be high-level immortals stationed there, he did not dare to use his spiritual sense to investigate easily.

But he still vaguely felt that the internal spiritual energy fluctuations were quite chaotic, as if a large number of low-level practitioners gathered here.

Chen Yun's eyes flickered several times, but his face remained calm.

After traveling about twenty miles, the two tribesmen around the carriage shouted joyfully almost at the same time.

Chen Yun was slightly stunned, then he waved his sleeves and the curtain rolled up automatically, allowing him to see the distant scene ahead. On the vast plain, there stood a conspicuous black object.

A cold light flashed in Chen Yun's eyes, and he saw clearly the true face of the black spot.

It turned out to be a city wall about three or four feet high, built by combining huge stones and thick logs.

Behind the city wall, one can vaguely see the tall tents that the Tuwu people loved to live in and some simple wooden houses intertwined.

From time to time, many ordinary people shuttled in and out of the place, making the scene a bit chaotic.

However, among the numerous tents and wooden houses, one can vaguely make out several stone halls and attics built entirely of huge bluestones.

They are scattered in various corners, and occasionally one or two practitioners in unique clothing will walk in.

This is the legendary "station".

Chen Yun speculated secretly in his mind and turned his gaze to the several huge stone pillars standing at intervals outside the wall.

These stone pillars are shining brightly, with diameters as thick as an adult's embrace, and are twenty to thirty feet high.

This undoubtedly proves that the Tianlan Temple has carefully set up a large-scale magic formation here to protect the safety of the entire town.

However, no practitioners were seen flying in the sky above the entire base. It was obvious that this magic formation also had the function of prohibiting flying.

After examining the situation here, Chen Yun had lost interest in continuing to pay attention. He reached out and gently pushed the curtain down again.

After a while, their convoy arrived at the entrance of the base.

There are no guards of any kind here, and everyone can come and go freely.

After some discussion between Yinglu and the Han, the two tribes decided to split up again and move in different directions.

Although Chen Yun was in the base at the moment, he could still clearly grasp all the dynamics around him through the perception of his spiritual sense.

Just as he had observed from a distance before, the station was in chaos.

Except for a few man-made main passages, the rest of the place is filled with randomly arranged animal skin tents and simple wooden houses.

Obviously, apart from those bluestone buildings, the others were temporary settlements of various tribes that offered tributes to the temple.

However, the tribes that need to stay here temporarily are those that are farthest away from the temple.

Although these tribes were large, they did not actually have much influence. The truly large tribes chose to live close to the temple.

Except for a few large and ornately decorated tents, the other tents and cabins looked plain and ordinary.

Some even show signs of repair, which undoubtedly reveals the hardship and difficulty of life of these small tribes.

After some effort, the people of the Heron Tribe finally found an open area in a corner of the camp and began to build their own tents.

Chen Yun got off the carriage and observed their actions coldly.

After a slight hesitation, Ying Lu actually walked towards him.

"Master Han, the environment here is chaotic. I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet your cultivation needs."

"However, we have a free resting place specially provided for immortal masters."

"Master, are you willing to stay here for two nights, and then set off after you have finished your preparations?"

the old man asked respectfully.

"Okay, I see. Then I will return here to meet you in two days."

Chen Yun nodded calmly in response, then turned and left without hesitation.

His destination was the tallest building in the area - a huge two-story stone temple.

At the entrance of the stone hall stand two monster sculptures, three to four meters tall, one with a bull's head and the other with a dragon's body.

After Chen Yun glanced at them, he walked past the door with an expressionless face.

Although he was confident in his disguise as a strange man, he thought there would not be any flaws.

But living together with so many Tuwu cultivators always makes one feel a little uneasy.

If there were any immortal cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage hiding among them, unexpected changes would inevitably occur. Therefore, he decided to temporarily leave the station and find a place to stay nearby to spend two days. When the agreed day came, he would return to the caravan and continue on his journey.

By the time he arrives at the so-called Tianlan Temple, the rumors about his search will have died down, and he will be able to find a way to escape again.

Although the remaining journey is still a long distance from Dajin, as long as we act cautiously, we may be able to sneak into Dajin quietly.

Thinking this in his heart, Chen Yun walked out of the gate of the station leisurely. He took out a small flying sword and drove it to form a golden light that flew straight into the sky.

After flying for about fifty or sixty kilometers, he stopped his flight above an ordinary pile of rocks.

With a quick glance below, he landed in front of a huge rock that was about five or six feet high.

First, sit cross-legged and release powerful mental power to explore.

After confirming that there was no one within a radius of more than 20 miles, he immediately turned around and flicked ten fingers towards the huge rock behind him.

A green sword energy cut through, and a two-meter-high hole appeared before the eyes, just enough for one person to pass through.

Chen Yun tried sitting cross-legged in the cave and felt quite satisfied.

Then, he walked another ten feet out of the cave and took out a set of formation flags from his storage bag.

After more than a dozen bright lights flashed, an invisible magic circle was set up.

Observing from the outside, the original huge rock disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only an empty scene in its place.

Chen Yun stepped into the magic circle without hesitation, and disappeared.

By this point, the area was deserted.

As time went by, a day and a night passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Yun remained in a state of meditation in the cave, silently comprehending the secret book taught to him by Dayan God.

The difficulty of understanding this secret book was much lower than he expected, and it seemed that he had mastered most of its contents, which made him very happy.

At this moment, he was studying a crucial problem, but suddenly, his eyelids began to twitch involuntarily.

His mental power instantly broke away from the state of meditation, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Master! What kind of emergency is this?"

As a magical weapon that was in telepathic communication with Chen Yun, Yin Yue decisively noticed Chen Yun's emotional fluctuations and couldn't help but ask the reason.

"Someone is approaching this way. One is a cultivator at the Jindan stage, and the other is at the foundation-building stage."

"However, so far, they have stopped moving in the area ten miles away from us."

"The aura of that cultivator in the foundation-building stage feels quite familiar, as if it is the person named Feng Yue."

“This matter seems quite strange.”

Chen Yun stroked his beard gently and thought for a moment before responding.

"Do you need me to go and investigate as the soul body of the magic weapon?"

After a moment's silence, Yin Yue made a suggestion.

"No need. Your injuries have not healed yet, and I can only display the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage, so it is better to avoid excessive interference."

"They should leave this place soon. I just need to use my spiritual sense to monitor their whereabouts here."

Chen Yun's consciousness seemed to have captured some information. He shook his head and gave a reply.

Since Chen Yun had already made the decision, Yin Yue naturally would not object to it, but just expressed her agreement respectfully.

So Chen Yun closed his eyes and continued to sit in meditation.

However, just after a meal, Chen Yun suddenly let out a slight sound of surprise and an expression of shock appeared on his face.

This time, Yin Yue wisely chose not to ask any further questions.

Chen Yun's brows immediately furrowed, and his expression kept changing, sometimes bright, sometimes dark.

"Senior Dayan, I remember you mentioned that the evil spirit in my body seems to be only able to be resolved by a very small number of secret techniques."

"Among them, the Buddhist sect's skills account for the majority. Is that really the case?"

"That's true. In addition, some rare Confucian and Taoist techniques may also have the effect of eliminating evil spirits, but their effectiveness is definitely not comparable to that of Buddhist techniques."

Lord Dayan replied lazily.

"In this case, the most obvious feature of the Buddhist sect's practice is the Buddha power contained in the practice process."

"Most of the exercises will show seven-colored spiritual light. Is this correct?"

Chen Yun still asked hesitantly.

"It is just as you said! Then, did you find anything unusual?"

Lord Dayan was confused, his tone full of curiosity.

"In that case, this person may still have some value. Perhaps this is a rare opportunity."

Chen Yun whispered to himself.

Dayan God was confused and did not get any detailed explanation from Chen Yun, so he was naturally dissatisfied.

Just as he was about to ask further questions, Chen Yun seemed to have made a decision and stomped his feet suddenly.

The whole person instantly controlled the magic weapon and turned into a green light, rushing out from the boulder and breaking through the air in a certain direction.

This sudden action surprised both Yin Yue and Dayan Shenjun.

Although he was full of doubts, seeing Chen Yun in such a hurry, he could only bury all his questions in his heart for the time being.

After a journey of more than ten miles, Chen Yun arrived at his destination almost in an instant. It turned out to be a very rare forest on the grassland.

This forest is only a few miles wide, and the trees are sparse and not very tall.

In an open space in the middle of the woods, two practitioners were confronting each other.

One of them was a man wearing a blue robe with a large black bloodstain on his back. He lay on the ground motionless, and his life or death was unknown.

However, his entire body was covered with a layer of light shield, which protected his body and presented a rainbow of colors, which was particularly brilliant and dazzling.

The other person nearby was an old man with sharp eyes and wearing a purple robe.

He was controlling a blazing flying sword, which transformed into countless sword beams, continuously attacking the light shield.

Although the colorful light shield was of extraordinary quality, it had begun to tremble violently and its light flickered due to the lack of control from its owner.

Chen Yun's sudden appearance without any cover undoubtedly aroused the vigilance of the old man below.

The old man was surprised at first, but when he looked up and used his spiritual sense to scan Chen Yun's cultivation, he found that the other party was only at the foundation-building stage, and he immediately felt relieved.

When he began to feel rebellious, he immediately came up with the idea of ​​killing someone to silence them.

With a wave of his sleeves, a jet-black light instantly pierced through the air and shot out. It turned out to be a triangular iron nail shrouded in black mist, and it was moving at an incredibly fast speed.

Chen Yun snorted calmly and raised his right hand to his forehead without hesitation. (End of this chapter)