Before the monk could figure out how to respond, there was another flash of light in the direction he came from.

Immediately afterwards, three beams of light flashed together and quickly merged into one, rushing towards him like a curtain of light.

When the monk saw this scene, he was slightly stunned.

He was confident that he was quite accomplished in the art of escape, which was why he was able to catch up with Chen Yun so quickly.

However, the three people who came after him seemed equally powerful. Despite their large numbers, they were only one step slower than him.

It seems that it is impossible to keep the treasure alone.

However, the arrival of these people meant that he no longer had to face the two monks alone. From a certain perspective, it didn't seem to be a bad thing.

Thinking of this, a sinister expression appeared on the monk's face, and he glanced at Chen Yun and Gu Mo with a gloomy look.

Feeling the monk's unfriendly gaze, the ancient demon who was originally looking up at the sky suddenly lowered his head, glanced at the escaping light approaching this side, and showed impatience on his face.

"What a trouble! I thought there was only one person causing trouble, but I didn't expect so many people to die. In this case, I'll send you on your way first."

After the ancient demon said these words coldly, a black light flashed on his body, and the whole person instantly turned into a black stream of light and went straight to the monk.

The monk's face darkened, he cursed himself and turned the round bowl in his hand over without hesitation.

In an instant, a blood-red flame gushed out from the bowl and turned into a large curtain of fire that tightly protected him.

He raised his other hand, and the emerald green Zen staff flew out of his hand, instantly transforming into a green jade dragon, rushing straight towards the black light.

Seeing the dragon spitting out green breath and fiercely grabbing at the black light transformed by the ancient demon, the black light trembled and suddenly disappeared in mid-air.

As an old hand in fighting, Toudao was shocked when he saw this scene. He did not dare to hesitate at all and quickly made hand gestures with both hands.

A series of green spells were cast at the surrounding fire curtain, and the flames suddenly rose several times, turning into a green-red flame whirlwind that was twenty or thirty feet high, with great momentum and shocking.

The monk was still worried, so he slapped his waist with one hand, preparing to take out another protective treasure.

At this moment, something strange happened suddenly!
Several feet to the side of the monk's body, a black light flashed, and two dark purple arms stretched out like lightning and plunged into the fire curtain without fear.

"what!"

After witnessing this scene, the monk felt a chill in his heart.

Without thinking, he shouted loudly, and then a large amount of golden light spurted out of his mouth, which quickly condensed into a light shield to protect him.

At the same time, his body trembled slightly and he tried to escape into the distance.

After a slight sound, the golden light shield was easily broken by the two devil claws like paper.

As soon as the monk moved, his dantian was pierced by two claws.

Immediately afterwards, his body was torn into two pieces by the ferocious demonic arms, and his internal organs and blood rained into the air.

A red Yuanying let out a wail, and controlled the golden flying sword to instantly teleport from the broken corpses to more than twenty feet away.

However, when the golden light on its body flashed again and it tried to teleport further, it had no chance.

A purple line suddenly flashed from behind Yuanying, and Yuanying felt a heat in his head, as if something had penetrated the back of his head.

With a sharp cry, the Nascent Soul lost all its strength to resist and was sucked into the flames by the purple thread and disappeared.

Three beams of light flew rapidly across the sky. Hundreds of feet away, the cultivators in the beams of light saw the entire scene.

The three monks were immediately terrified and dared not move forward anymore. After circling at a distance, they fled backwards at a speed even faster than when they came.

These three were all cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage. They thought they could work together to do something good, but they never expected to see the famous Evil Fire Monk among the cultivators in the middle stage from afar.

His physical body was ruthlessly destroyed in just one encounter, and even his Nascent Soul was captured. How could he not be filled with fear?

How dare they seek death for the treasure? Naturally, they quickly escaped.

In a flash, the three beams of light disappeared without a trace.

Chen Yun witnessed the ruthless method used by the ancient demon to kill the monk in an instant, and could not help but take a breath of cold air. He stared at the flames in the distance with a gloomy expression.

Suddenly, a sharp strange laugh came from the flames, and then all the flames went out instantly, and the figure of the ancient demon appeared again.

After Chen Yun saw all this clearly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

The ancient demon appeared to be half demon, half human, and although his body was still humanoid, his arms and legs had turned dark purple and were nearly half as large.

A several-foot-long purple tongue stretched out of its mouth, with the front half raised high, and the tip of the tongue pierced through the monk's Nascent Soul.

A pair of cold eyes stared straight at Chen Yun.

Chen Yun's eyes fixed, and he looked at the ancient demon without fear, remaining silent.

Dayan God reminded:
"Young man Chen, you can't get entangled with this demon for too long. This place is not far from the underground trade fair. I'm afraid more monks will come here, and it will be difficult for you to escape then."

Chen Yun responded calmly: "I wanted to test the difference between the magical powers of this demon and the main soul, but now is not the time to fight. The risk is too great. Let's go."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and the golden flying swords hovering in front of him hummed and were all collected into his sleeves.

Then, he opened his mouth and spat out several balls of blood, and the blood mist immediately enveloped him.

The ancient demon's eyes flashed with an inhuman light. He retracted his long tongue and swallowed the Nascent Soul into his stomach. His figure flashed and there was no trace of him left.

Chen Yun ignored it. As he made a hand gesture, there was a loud thundering sound and a pair of silver-white wings suddenly appeared behind him. His figure gradually became blurred in the blood mist.

Soon, a black light flashed in front of Chen Yun, and the ancient demon's terrifying demonized body suddenly appeared. The speed of teleportation was even faster than when he dealt with the monk before. It was obvious that he had not exerted his full strength before.

Chen Yun, who had been calm and composed, suddenly changed his expression and thought to himself that something was wrong.

The ancient demon had a hideous smile on his face, and was about to open his mouth and spit out his strange purple tongue to kill Chen Yun in the blood mist in one fell swoop.

However, at this critical moment, a bone-chilling cold snort suddenly came from the ancient demon's mind.

The sound was like an invisible drill. Even though the ancient demon's spiritual consciousness was powerful, he couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his brain. He groaned, and his movements suddenly came to a halt.

And at this moment, Chen Yun flashed in the blood mist, turned into a blood shadow and rushed away, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

After the ancient demon noticed something strange, he quickly released his spiritual sense to explore.

However, when he had just locked onto Chen Yun who was a hundred miles away, Chen Yun once again used Blood Shadow Escape and instantly escaped from his perception range.

The ancient demon was stunned for a moment, secretly surprised.

"Shadow Escape? Isn't this a secret technique unique to the Iron-winged Demons? Why can cultivators in the human world also use it?"

He muttered to himself, a thoughtful look on his face.

"This seems a little unusual!" After some thought, the ancient demon frowned slightly, as if he realized something important.

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and then six or seven rays of light of different colors streaked across the sky like meteors, rushing towards their location.

The ancient demon was awakened, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He glanced coldly at the approaching monks, a cruel smile on his face.

"You've come just in time! The Nascent Souls I devoured a few years ago have already been refined. If I absorb another batch now, perhaps my injuries will be healed."

The ancient demon muttered to himself, then took a deep breath, and a large amount of black and purple demonic energy emerged from his body, completely enveloping him.

Following a few low roars, the surrounding demonic energy began to roll and surge, and a huge two-headed, four-armed monster gradually appeared.

Its four ruthless black and purple eyes stared at the rapidly approaching lights, as if waiting for the arrival of prey.

Huayun Prefecture is located in the eastern coastal area of ​​Dajin. With its superior geographical location, it has become a frequented place for many overseas cultivators. They exchange monster materials for inland cultivation resources.

Therefore, all the major markets in the state are prosperous all year round, and the sects that manage these markets also gain great wealth, with a large amount of spirit stones flowing into their sects every year.

Even some relatively remote small towns can earn considerable income as long as they occupy advantageous terrain.

Kaijiang Town is located near a small town just over 200 miles away from the sea. A few miles away there is a small hill about two or three hundred feet high and covering an area of ​​more than ten miles.

Although this mountain is small and its spiritual veins are short and inferior, it is not very noticeable to the larger immortal cultivation families.

However, on this small hill that can barely be called a sacred mountain, there lies a small immortal cultivation sect called "Tianfumen".

Although the Tianfu Sect is extremely small, with only a hundred people in the entire sect including the leader and elders, its long historical background cannot be ignored.

Although the Tianfu Sect is not an ancient inherited sect like the Taiyi Sect and the Yinluo Sect, tens of thousands of years ago, its founder, Tianfu Zhenren, created three secret talismans.

It became famous in Dajin and almost became one of the top ten main sects. At that time, the sect was at its peak, with tens of thousands of followers and dominated the entire state.

However, talismans are both the cause of success and failure. The Tianfu Sect made great achievements in the art of making talismans, but its main practice was mediocre and it declined rapidly after several generations.

For tens of thousands of years, the inheritance has been barely maintained only by the secret art of talismans.

Such a declining sect rarely attracted high-level cultivators, and only a few cultivators from small sects with similar situations came and went.

The disciples on duty are very leisurely, spending their days practicing and chatting.

On this day, two Qi Refining disciples were guarding the mountain gate, but they were sighing and looking listless.

"Brother Li, is the market really going to be closed? Although I am a new member, I know how important the Sanyuan Market is to our sect. It accounts for almost half of our income. Without this part of the spiritual stone income, it will be even more difficult for our sect to maintain itself in the future."

A handsome male disciple of about sixteen or seventeen years old asked to another person in a murmur.

"Whether to close the door or not is not something we can decide?"

"Some time ago, Lingfeng Sect issued an ultimatum to the Sect Master, demanding that the market either merge with them or close within three months. This is clearly using force to coerce others!"

The other man, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, a little fat, said helplessly.

"Merging the markets doesn't seem unacceptable?" The young disciple looked surprised.

"How can we accept this? I heard from my uncle that after the merger, we are not allowed to participate in any business in the market, and Lingfeng Sect only gives us thousands of spirit stones every year."

"This amount of spiritual stones is less than one-third of our original income. How can it be enough?"

The young man snorted coldly, his face full of indignation.

The Lingfeng Sect proposed harsh conditions and wanted to reduce the share of revenue from the Sanyuan Market, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the Tianfu Sect.

Although Lingfeng Sect is powerful, Jinxiashan and Mingyang Valley, as partners, are unwilling to easily give up the interests of the market town that they jointly manage.

The alliance of the three has become a force that cannot be underestimated and is capable of resisting any external pressure.

The young disciple further revealed that the driving force behind this was actually the Shayang Sect, a veritable medium-sized sect, whose intervention made the situation even more complicated.

Today, the leader urgently summoned the leaders of the two factions to discuss countermeasures in order to deal with this sudden challenge.

Considering that the opponent's strength far exceeds their own, everyone in the Tianfu Sect is worried. They know that this crisis is unusual and may not be easily resolved.

Faced with the possibility of a significant drop in the sect's income, the disciples were worried, knowing that the interests of the market town would be damaged.

The personal cultivation resources - spirit stones - will be greatly reduced, which will undoubtedly be a heavy blow to their future cultivation path.

"Forget it. These high-level decisions are beyond the reach of low-level disciples like us. Everything will be decided by the headmaster and the elders."

"Even though our sect is not doing well in the current situation, it is still far better than the life of a wandering cultivator. We should focus on guarding the mountain gate and stop discussing this matter, lest it be noticed by other uncles. If the spirit stones are deducted, it will not be worth the loss."

The young man sighed, as if he had let go of the confusion in his heart.

However, when his gaze inadvertently looked up at the sky, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

When the young disciple next to him heard this, he also looked up at the sky with a confused look on his face.

All they saw was a flash of light in the distant sky, and then a green rainbow several meters long suddenly appeared in the air and rushed towards them at an astonishing speed.

"Who... who is this senior? It looks like he is coming towards us!"

Seeing Qinghong's incredible speed approaching in the blink of an eye, the young disciple cried out in fear.

Although he had only been a disciple for a short time, he could tell that such an amazing escape light was definitely not something that the foundation-building masters in the sect could display, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"I don't know either. Maybe he is here to look for his great-grandmaster."

The young man was also full of doubts, but he could only comfort himself in this way.

Qinghong flew to the vicinity of Baizhu Mountain and saw two disciples of Tianfu Sect from afar. With a flash of light, he flew down, and a young man in a green robe in his twenties appeared in front of the two men.

The young man has an ordinary appearance but an extraordinary aura, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Is this the Tianfu Sect of Baizhu Mountain?"

The young man looked at the looming mountain gate restriction behind the two and asked calmly. This person was Chen Yun who disappeared after the trade fair. It had been more than four months since he escaped from the ancient demon.

"This is Baizhu Mountain. Senior, do you need my help for anything?"

Although the two disciples had low cultivation levels and could not tell Chen Yun's true level of cultivation, they instantly determined that he must be a senior master above the Jindan stage. After looking at each other, one of them bowed deeply and said.

"As long as you haven't found the wrong place. I have something that has a close connection with your family. I want to see the head of your family. Please inform him." Chen Yun said calmly.

"Yes, please wait a moment, senior."

The young man hurriedly took out a sound transmission talisman, whispered a few words, and threw it back. The talisman suddenly turned into a flame and disappeared into the restriction in a flash. (End of this chapter)