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It is Yan Lingyun.

Not Yan Lingyun.

But it seems to be Yan Lingyun.

Not only Mo Yang, but the code of 996 was also in a mess, and the beeps kept beeping. Finally, the identification failed completely, and the machine crashed after knotting.

Mo Yang: "..."

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Mo Chao stared at "Yan Lingyun" in a daze for a while, retracted his arms unconsciously, and watched him turn around slowly.

Mo Yang was not afraid of him, so he still stood where he was, but the people from the Dongfang family did not approach rashly. After a while, Dongfang Heng said, "Dare to ask who is senior."

He couldn't see through this person's cultivation, he seemed to be a mortal back to basics, he didn't have a trace of aura on his body, but his power was not half as weak as the ancestor of the family.

More importantly, he looks exactly like Yan Lingyun.

Father?brother?

For a moment, countless thoughts ran through Dongfang Heng's mind, but he didn't show anything on his face, he just stood at a distance.

"Yan Lingyun" looked at him and looked at him for a moment: "You are from the Dongfang family."

"You are Dongfang Heng."

His tone seemed interesting, as if he had seen something extremely interesting, because his voice was deep and cold, it seemed meaningful, and Dongfang Heng frowned slightly.

"The junior is Dongfang Heng."

The man in white smiled, his face was a little sharp, he took out a seal hanging from his waist, and threw it in the air.The seal stays in the air, square and golden, the size of the palm of an adult man. The forging process is completely different from the style of today's cultivation world, and it is more primitive and simple.

Like the emperor's private seal, heavy and cold.

Dongfang Heng's pupils shrank, he figured out something in a blink of an eye, and looked at Yan Lingyun in disbelief: "Your surname is Yan, you—"

Yan Lingyun flicked his fingers to activate the seal, and his white clothes were cold. In an instant, an extremely terrifying killing golden light was released like a sea wave. It was slow at first, and then burst suddenly after a while, sweeping thousands of miles!

Xianyuan!Feng Yu was horrified, this seal is a semi-immortal artifact!

And the cultivation of the white-clothed man is beyond doubt——

In the late stage of fusion, cross the catastrophe in half a step!

The black silk that originally wanted to attack had no time to escape, and was sucked into the printing pad. The overwhelming black silk poured into this square inch like a torrential rain, and was blocked by the boundless sword.The monster trapped in it roared endlessly, and the sound of wailing made Mo Yang vomit blood, and his stomach was churning until it was completely wiped out, and everyone present returned to their place of fascination.

There is no black silk left, and there is no chance of resurrection.

Mo Yang vomited blood again, Dongfang Heng was coerced and forced to use his spiritual power, which affected the Qian Kun Chess under his collarbone, making him feel as if he was about to die.

He couldn't stand on his legs, he rushed forward, and was slightly hugged by "Yan Lingyun"'s left arm.

Yan Lingyun lowered his head, casually peeled off his collar, and lightly removed the chess piece.

Mo Yang collapsed and completely fell into his arms.

Yan Lingyun held the chess piece in his hand, and threw it towards Dongfang Heng: "It's still the same way - take your chess pieces and men, get out."

All the barriers erected by Dongfang Heng were shattered, and they were knocked back dozens of steps and suffered heavy injuries.The rest of the Dongfang family piled up behind him one by one, trying to support him, but they were knocked down in groups and suffered backlash again and again.

Dongfang Heng squatted on the ground, couldn't help it, blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.Despite the embarrassment, there was no fear at all.

Yan Lingyun...

He remembered.

"go!"

The black silk troubles have been eliminated, they can retreat and retreat, there is no need to go forward.Taking a last look at Mo Yang, Dongfang Heng's eyes were dark, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to calm, clearing away all distracting thoughts.

The figures of a group of people quickly disappeared in the corridor, Mo Yang gasped lightly, and finally relaxed completely.

He was still hugged by Yan Lingyun, after a while, the hug turned into a horizontal hug, Yan Lingyun leaned over and picked up his knees, and hugged him.

Mo Wei let him hold him, but his eyes were a little cautious.

"Yan Lingyun." He called his name.

Yan Lingyun agreed to him.

After a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

Leaning against him, Mo Yang felt safe, but at the same time felt a little dazed.Hearing this question, he couldn't help but stay for a while, not knowing how to answer it.

Finally he said, "My name is Mo Yang."

"Which sect are you a disciple of?"

"I am a disciple of Xizhou."

"Xizhou." Yan Lingyun repeated casually.

Mo Yang also asked him: "Are you Yan Lingyun?"

"I'm."

He was unwell, and hugged him tighter.

Mo Yang's cheeks turned red, he didn't know what was going on, it was Yan Lingyun, but not Yan Lingyun, being hugged by Yan Lingyun like this made him nervous and resistant, afraid of being discovered by Yan Lingyun.

However, Yan Lingyun, who was holding him, didn't care.

He followed his heart with every move, and if he wanted to take care of nothing, he hugged him.

Noticing that Mo Yang's body was shaking slightly, he said, "Are you cold?"

"Well, it's cold."

After a while, Mo Yang felt a warm current coming from Yan Lingyun's body, like warm spring water washing over his body.

"It's so warm." He couldn't help but pressed a little tighter, almost buried in his arms, his heart beating slowly and steadily.

"I still want to be warmer." Mo Yang made a chaotic request. He didn't hug him tightly enough, he needed to cover it with his sleeves, and he needed to wrap it up completely. He liked it like this.

Yan Lingyun embraced him as he wished, and easily wrapped him in the Taoist robe.

Mo Yang's cheek was pressed against his neck, so warm that his hair was messed up.

For a moment, the perilous shrine also seemed to become safe. Wherever Yan Lingyun went, the mermaid lamp beside the stone wall would ignite, giving off a dim light.It was pitch black in the front and back, only the place they passed was bright. Mo Yang could vaguely see the murals carved on the stone wall, but he couldn't quite understand them.

And after so many days of tension, once he relaxed, he felt very sleepy, dazed, and groggy.

He missed Yan Lingyun very much, so he stretched out his hand to show Yan Lingyun his bloody knuckles when he played the piano, and sued him, saying that Dongfang Heng bullied him, that his words didn't count, and he refused to take chess pieces for him.

There are other messy things, and I keep talking one after another.Yan Lingyun hugged the person and listened as he walked, with great patience.

I'm in a good mood too.

In the end, Mo Yang gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep completely, defenseless.

Yan Lingyun looked down at him, wondering what he was thinking.

On the other side, after Dongfang Heng was repelled, he walked out of the tunnel all the way and retreated to the black area.

But they couldn't tell the direction in the black area, and the passageway they came from had disappeared. They were trapped in the black area for two days before they finally walked out.

They reappeared somewhere in the shrine, and what they saw was the familiar staggered pavilions, and the spirit beads in their hands had also lit up, so that the group of people who had wandered on the edge of life and death for several times finally had the feeling of escaping and ascending to heaven.

"Adjust the breath on the spot and restore the true essence."

Dongfang Heng arranged the candidates to take turns to protect the law, and another retainer distributed pills and spirit stones, and set up a defensive barrier.Everyone took the time to adjust their breath, because they knew in their hearts that there might be tough battles to come.

Calculating the time based on the astrolabe, it is now late December, and less than March, the Secret Realm Tournament will end. It is a good time for all high-level teams to enter the Shrine one after another and score points.

The shrine is dangerous, and there will be more and more disciple teams in twos and threes, such as alliances with 20 or 30 members.The maps everyone gets overlap, and there will be fights at that time.

It's just that they didn't expect that when they met other teams for the first time in the Jingu Palace, not only did they not fight each other, but they escaped with their swords together.

Because the black silk has already flooded the corner of the shrine.

At that time, Dongfang Yue, who was finally injured, finished adjusting his breath and regained his strength, and they heard the screams of his disciples.

"Ah—help—help me—"

The miserable howls echoed through the pavilion, and suddenly a person fell down from the pavilion above, blood dripping from the fall, and there was no life left on the spot.But the cause of his death was not falling to death, but being emptied of his heart by a monster.

It fell apart next to Dongfang Yue.

A group of people quickly guarded, and dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators flew out from above, with frightened faces: "Run! Run! It's a monster, you can't kill it!"

Everyone in the Dongfang family's complexion changed, they didn't need to say more, they already knew the strength, and they all ran away with their swords.

Even if there is only a trace of black silk left, it can be split and resurrected infinitely. Although Dongfang Heng has a semi-immortal weapon, he must be activated at the most critical moment, otherwise it will be a waste of effort.

The best way to avoid the black silk is to jump through the boundary markers and go to other treasure places that have not been invaded.If possible, they will go back to Xinghai to get the sealed jade box.

The jade box is not good in appearance, but it is a magical object that can seal the black silk, and I only want to be lost on the ground.

After jumping several boundary markers one after another, the group finally got rid of the pursuit and came to a safe place.This is not the place on the map, so there are very few people here, and there is no black silk pollution.

"Great, I can hunt for treasure here with peace of mind."

Against the backdrop of the black silk, the difficulties in the treasure place seemed nothing.Three months is enough time for them to open the secret grounds one by one and compete for the front ranks.

However, fate is sometimes such a coincidence.

The people from the Dongfang family and the Feng family had just come out of a secret place when the boundary marker suddenly lit up, sending a group of more than 50 people in.

Two pairs of people meet unexpectedly.

The first team is headed by Dongfang Heng, with a total of 30 Huashen, six Yuanying, and four Jindan.

And the other team—

Dongfang Heng's voice was extremely cold: "It's you again, Yan Lingyun."

Yan Lingyun held his sword and looked at him, behind him were all the elite disciples of the Xu family and Zixiao Xianzong.They were also accidentally teleported here because of Heisi's pursuit, and they came here for the Dongfang family. They were a little startled and held the magic weapon in their hands.

There are 40 people in Huashen alone.

Feng Yu was furious: "Xu Qing, we have no quarrel with you, you actually joined forces with foreigners to compete with us, is this how the Xu family treats the Yanbei Alliance?"

Dongfang Heng suddenly stopped him: "Needless to say."

Feng Yu turned his head, very puzzled.

Everyone in the Dongfang family also looked sideways.

"He's not a foreigner," encouraged Dongfang Heng in his robe, leaning on the railing on the pavilion, and met Yan Lingyun's eyes, "He's from the Xu family, the son of Yan Yun and Xu Huai—"

"Descendants of the Zhou family."