However, Chen Yun was still somewhat curious about the reason why the old man surnamed Fu invited him so solemnly.

He succeeded in completing half of his goal.

Next, he needs to obtain the method to lift the soul-sealing curse from the Yinluo Sect and take back the flying sword from the ancient demon.

In addition, he also planned to look for Geng Jing in order to forge another set of flying swords.

After careful consideration, Chen Yun finally made a decision.

Before that, there are two things to deal with.

He quickly turned into a green rainbow and flew straight to a small mountain range on the island.

Stopping in front of a small hill, he released the Tianji Palace, set up restrictions to cover the cave, and then entered a secret room.

Chen Yun spent five or six days refining the Tianfu Sect's soul-transforming talisman and took it into his body.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the cushion, took off a spirit beast bag from his waist and threw it into the air.

As the bag opened, white light poured out, and a yellow monster several feet in size appeared on the ground.

This monster was none other than the Earth Armored Dragon that he had imprisoned for many years.

It looks like a pangolin, with colorful forbidden talismans all over its body, and shiny golden needles inserted in its limbs. It lies motionless on the ground.

When Chen Yun released the monster, its little eyes turned quickly, revealing a pitiful look.

Obviously, after being imprisoned in the spirit beast bag for several years, the wildness of this monster has been greatly reduced.

"Don't play dumb. You have reached the level of a seventh-level demon beast. You have extremely high intelligence and should be able to understand human language."

Chen Yun said in a cold tone,
"My time is limited, and I won't waste too much time with you. If you are willing to submit to me, you will automatically remove your mental barrier and allow me to cast the forbidden magic on you."

"If you refuse to cooperate, I will kill you immediately. Your scales and level 7 demon pills can still be exchanged for a lot of spirit stones in the market."

The earth dragon's body trembled slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in its eyes, but it soon stared at Chen Yun with a look full of resentment.

"Being my spirit beast is much better than being enslaved by other monks. The lifespan of you beasts far exceeds that of us humans."

"I have no intention of making you my inherited spirit beast. You only need to serve me while I am alive. Once I ascend to the upper realm or die, you will be free."

Chen Yun looked directly into the monster's eyes and added bluntly.

When the Earth Armor Dragon heard this, he was stunned, his eyes flickered, and there was a hint of hesitation on his face.

Seeing this, Chen Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if smiling, and then slapped the storage bag with one hand, and a small emerald green bottle appeared in his hand.

There was a flash of purple light, and a layer of purple flame instantly enveloped the hand holding the small bottle.

At the same time, the bottle cap flew into the sky, and a cold light shot out from the bottle. In an instant, the temperature of the whole room dropped sharply.

The earth-armored dragon was shocked by the cold air. Even though it was protected by scales, it couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in its eyes.

Chen Yun shook his palm slightly, and a drop of silver liquid flew up from the bottle under the cold light. As soon as it appeared at the mouth of the bottle, it immediately solidified into a bead, spinning non-stop.

Upon seeing the silver bead, the Earth Armor Dragon's eyes suddenly became dull, its nose twitched excitedly, and then it let out an indescribable beast roar, appearing extremely excited.

"It seems that you have recognized this thing. That's good."

Chen Yun said coldly,

"As long as you agree to become my spirit beast, I will give you two drops of the cold marrow in the bottle to help you have a chance to survive the transformation thunder tribulation. Now that the conditions have been set, it depends on your choice."

The Earth Armor Dragon's gaze was still fixed on the silver bead condensed from the cold marrow, with a painful and hesitant expression on his face, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision.

After a moment, seeing that the monster had no obvious reaction, Chen Yun snorted coldly and said nothing more.

He quickly put away the small bottle, waved his hand, and purple flames suddenly flashed. The flames gathered and took shape, and a purple fire sword slowly emerged in his palm.

His five fingers moved slightly, and the fire sword trembled slightly. Then it left his palm and flew lightly towards the Earth Armor Dragon.

When Tujialong saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed.

Seeing the fire sword approaching its head in an instant, it calmly swung the sword down.

When the powerful spiritual power contained in the sword was finally released, it opened its mouth in horror and let out several wails to show its surrender.

During his cultivation, Chen Yun put away the Tianji Palace and rode his light of escape quickly towards inland.

Because he didn't need to be distracted by looking for other things, about half a month later, he was back on land.

After that, he did not go to Tianfu Gate, but flew straight towards southern Xinjiang.

During this long journey, Chen Yun walked and stopped, using the infant fire to refine some of the materials of the Three Flame Fan into spiritual materials.

Unfortunately, he did not encounter any thunderstorms along the way, which hindered the collection of thunder and fire power, which made him feel a little depressed. However, Chen Yun was not anxious because of this.

After all, southern Xinjiang is a land of dense forests, the air is hot and humid, and once it rains, there are often thunder and lightning, so it is only a matter of time to collect thunder and fire in southern Xinjiang.

Time passed quickly, and four months later, Chen Yun successfully crossed several counties and states, and his escape light finally appeared in Nanjiang County.

Southern Xinjiang is one of the few places in the world that is not controlled by any major sect.

This county is rich in resources, but is occupied and divided among a dozen medium-sized sects.

Although these sects often have internal conflicts on a daily basis, once external forces try to invade southern Xinjiang, they will immediately put aside their past grudges and unite to resist the foreign enemies.

Even the sects among the ten great sects of righteousness and evil have always found it difficult to infiltrate the land of southern Xinjiang.

In the cultivation world of Dajin, Southern Xinjiang seems to be a country of its own.

The reason for this situation is closely related to the fact that the Southern Xinjiang sects are extremely xenophobic and have their own unique cultivation methods.

The sinister methods of the Southern Xinjiang sect

The skills practiced by the Southern Xinjiang sects are mostly sinister and rare in the world of immortal cultivation.

These methods are not only good at using rare skills such as poison and insect repellent, but they are also very advanced in curse and evil magic, making it difficult to guard against.

When monks of the same level fight with them, they may be poisoned to death if they are not careful.

This is also the main reason why those big sects are unwilling to confront the southern border sects head-on.

Otherwise, even if several major sects joined forces, they might not be able to seize this place by force, even if they suffered heavy losses.

Chaoyun Prefecture is located in the western part of southern Xinjiang, and Shuangxie Mountain is a sparsely populated mountain range within its territory.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there is miasma all year round. Unless you have a high level of cultivation or have taken elixirs that can specifically counter the miasma in advance, you cannot enter this mountain range at all.

The Shuangxie Mountain is well-known in southern Xinjiang. Due to its favorable geographical location and poisonous gas, several valuable poisonous grasses grow in the mountain, and it is also rich in two kinds of poisonous scorpions, the iron tail and the red line. These two kinds of poisonous scorpions are not only excellent spiritual insects for local low-level monks to perform insect repellent techniques, but also an important way for them to improve their strength.

When Chen Yun arrived near Shuangxie Mountain, it was the time of the annual miasma outbreak.

At this time, many monks gathered near the mountains, because only during this period would the two kinds of poisonous scorpions come out of the caves in large numbers to look for food, making it an excellent opportunity to capture poisonous insects.

In this mountain range, most of the cultivators are in the Qi Refining Stage, with only a few Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators mixed in.

As for cultivators at the Jindan stage and above, they have no interest in this mountain range, and few high-level cultivators will set foot here.

Chen Yun is a senior master in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If he appeared here and was noticed by other cultivators, it would definitely cause quite a stir.

Therefore, he did not stay near the mountains, but flew straight into the miasma from a high altitude.

At this moment, Chen Yun was surrounded by a green aura, and the pink miasma could hardly get close to him and was easily blocked outside.

The miasma was extremely dense, with poisonous insects flying around from time to time.

For low-level cultivators, this was undoubtedly a fatal threat, but Chen Yun did not care about it at all.

After he figured out the direction, he rushed straight towards the center of the mountains.

At the beginning, the old man surnamed Fu only mentioned the name of Shuangxie Mountain without specifying the specific location, but Chen Yun believed that it would be the right thing to do to go to the main peak of Shuangxie Mountain first.

When he was flying in the air, he occasionally met other monks, but he completely ignored them and passed over their heads like lightning.

Thanks to his extraordinary speed of escape, those low-level monks could not detect his trace at all.

At this time, Chen Yun was flying rapidly while thinking about the purpose of the old man surnamed Fu inviting him here.

In an area filled with a mysterious atmosphere, a creepy scream suddenly came from a distant side.

"It's the Scorpion King, a mutant iron-tailed scorpion. Everyone run."

A hoarse man shouted in fear, and then several explosions and strange insect chirps broke the silence at the same time, as if danger was approaching.

Chen Yun was slightly startled, and his eyes looked in the direction where the voice came from, with a flash of blue light in his eyes.

At this time, the sound of "swooshing" breaking through the air was heard one after another, and then several figures appeared and disappeared in the miasma. They walked lightly, performed the art of light body, and rushed towards Chen Yun like flying birds.

"Huh!" Chen Yun's originally indifferent expression turned into a light exclamation when his eyes swept over one of the women, and then he stopped his escape.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and a large amount of blue cloud poured out from his sleeves like a waterfall, sweeping away the miasma wherever it went.

In an instant, a clear space of several dozen feet in radius formed around it.

At this moment, those figures also broke into this space. Faced with this sudden strange sight, they all stopped and looked shocked.

Chen Yun moved swiftly. He grabbed with one hand. A green light flashed. A green hand appeared out of thin air in the miasma and suddenly grabbed it.

A giant black scorpion about a foot in size was captured by it and flew back to Chen Yun.

The mutated iron-tailed scorpion had a tail about half a foot long, and its hook was purple and extremely poisonous. It was chasing several low-level monks.

As a second-level demon beast, the scorpion was imprisoned by the light hand and could not move, and could only make a weak and strange sound. The cultivators were stunned and stood there, looking at Chen Yun whose light disappeared in the air.

"Why is Brother Wang here? How is Miss Cao?" Chen Yun calmly asked one of the female cultivators.

"Senior! I am Daoist Wang, a fellow disciple of Senior Sister Cao Mengrong."

The woman in yellow was both surprised and delighted. She had met Chen Yun once before in the suburbs of Jinjing. This time she went up the mountain with a few fellow travelers to look for magical herbs, and did not go with Cao Mengrong.

After Chen Yun left due to the sound of the sword, the woman knew that he was a high-level cultivator and behaved respectfully as a junior.

When the other monks saw that the woman surnamed Wang recognized the monk with great supernatural powers, they felt relieved and stepped forward to bow and express their gratitude.

They all thought that Chen Yun was a cultivator in the Jindan stage, and the Yuanying stage was out of reach for them.

After hearing that Cao Mengrong was fine, Chen Yun nodded, glanced at the giant scorpion, frowned slightly and said:

"Your uncle is the general of Zhunan, why do you risk this?"

The woman surnamed Wang responded with a wry smile, saying that although the family had some spiritual stones saved, her own qualifications were mediocre and the family was unwilling to invest too much.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yun pointed out that her aptitude was decent and she had a good chance of building a foundation. It was also fate that they met. He then gave her the poisonous insect and said that he needed to hurry on his journey and asked her to fend for herself.

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and a ray of light flashed.

In a miasma-filled place filled with a mysterious atmosphere, a strange change quietly occurred.

The hand that was originally emitting a faint glow instantly turned into countless flickering green lights, like shattered stars, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The huge mutant scorpion, after a period of inexplicable shaking, fell straight in front of the monks.

His body was stiff, like a lifeless corpse, motionless.

A woman in simple clothes showed surprise and was about to say thank you.

But suddenly, a green light flashed around Chen Yun. The light was as short-lived as a meteor but extremely brilliant. Then his figure flashed in the thick miasma and disappeared without a trace.

The woman's heart full of gratitude could only turn into a sigh, and the words stopped abruptly at her lips.

The eyes of the other monks around were all attracted by the mutated giant scorpion on the ground.

Their eyes revealed an envy that was hard to conceal, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

However, this mutated giant scorpion was a gift from a high-level monk. Even if someone had evil thoughts in their hearts, they would never dare to take any real action to snatch the giant scorpion.

They could only watch as the woman surnamed Wang skillfully took out several talismans from her arms, carefully stuck them on the poisonous insect, and then happily put them into the spirit beast bag for safekeeping.

At this seemingly calm moment, a deafening thunder suddenly came from the sky, as if the sky was roaring angrily.

The sky, which was originally shrouded in miasma, suddenly became turbulent, as if an invisible force was stirring up the chaos.

Then, a strong wind came howling from nowhere, with such force that it actually dispersed a lot of the red miasma in the air.

Through the gradually thinning miasma, one can vaguely see dark clouds gathering in the sky, as if a storm is about to come, and the whole world is shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

"This storm comes at the perfect time."

Chen Yun muttered to himself and looked into the distance. In the distance, he could see a black mountain standing in the clouds.

He raised his head slightly, stared in the direction of the mountain, and then his figure turned into a dazzling green rainbow.

It rushed towards the peak at an extremely fast speed, leaving only a brilliant light and shadow shuttling through the miasma. (End of this chapter)