Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

When he saw the seven blood-colored talismans arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper under the eaves, his pupils suddenly contracted:
"Is this the Yinluo Sect's 'Seven Evil Soul Locking Formation'?"

In the quiet courtyard, the candlelight flickered.

The old man in the black hat slowly poured the Lihuo Sand into the jade box. In an instant, lifelike phoenix patterns appeared on the surface of the box.

"Fellow Daoist Gao, do you know that the sickly ghost who is bidding against you today has the aura of the Ye family's forbidden land?"

He gently stroked the crack on the edge of the jade box and continued:

"Three days ago, the astronomical observatory in the Tianji Pavilion had some unusual movements. The star tracks it showed were very similar to the incident that happened eighty years ago..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking tiles outside the window. The bone staff in the sleeve of the old man in black fog suddenly grew three feet in size, and thousands of resentful souls roared out.

But I saw a snow-white civet cat squatting on the corner of the eaves, its emerald green pupils emitting an eerie light in the night.

After the evil spirit dissipated, the beast had turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"What an exquisite puppet technique."

The old man in black hat narrowed his eyes, took out half a bronze tiger talisman from his sleeve, and said in a deep voice:
"At tomorrow's underground auction, please make sure to bid for the 'Jiuli Ding'. As for the Mojin..."

He hooked his fingers on the table and drew an ancient totem, which was the rune on Wang Lin's jade pendant.

Yinluo Sect elder Ge Tianhao stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the market town, holding a bronze compass in his hand.

Tiny ripples appeared in the center of the compass, reflecting the vague figures of the monks coming and going.

"Miss Lin, can this wonderful mirror really see through the Thousand Faces Illusion?"

The elder with triangular eyes approached the silver mirror in the hand of Saint Tianlan, and the true face of a certain cultivator was revealed in the mirror.

Lin Yinping's slender fingertips lightly touched the mirror:

"Back then, Qi Miao Zhenren used this mirror to break the illusion array of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions. Even the illusionary demon king in the late Nascent Soul stage could not break it..."

She paused suddenly, and a green light flashed across the mirror.

At this moment, Wang Lin was sitting quietly on a white jade chair with his eyes closed in the Jiuxiao Palace.

The auctioneer's loud voice echoed in the hall, but there was no material that excited him.

The ink gold that he accidentally bought three days ago was glowing in his storage bag. This rare metal from the abyss should have made him happy.

But the feeling of being watched from behind is like a thorn in the back.

"Next is the last lot of today's auction."

The auctioneer lifted the red silk, revealing half of the crystal jade bone, "The tail vertebrae of a thousand-year-old ice dragon!"

Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

In the southeast corner of the venue, two monks in black robes were talking in low voices, with dark golden cloud patterns faintly visible on their cuffs.

This is a unique symbol on the clothing of the elders of the Yinluo Sect.

An old man wearing a black crown stood in front of the carved wooden window, watching two Jindan monks turn into streams of light and fly into the sky.

The jade slip in his sleeve was still warm, recording "Nine Nether Mysterious Iron"

The key material for refining the world-breaking formation.

As the sun set, the smile on the old man's face gradually froze, and his right hand unconsciously stroked the jade pendant around his waist.

It was engraved with cloud patterns similar to those on the Yinluo Sect's token.

“This is the third batch.”

The old man whispered to the empty room.

Green smoke suddenly rose from the bronze incense burner on the table, and condensed into a three-eyed crow in the air.

The crow's third eye glowed with blood, and he said, "The materials for the formation center are all here, with only the last three left."

At the same time, Wang Lin stood on the observatory on the top floor of Tianji Pavilion.

The old man surnamed Fu pointed to the northern sky and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please look, the position of the Tan Lang star has shifted by three degrees, which indicates that the underground trade fair is about to begin."

He gathered spiritual power on his fingertips and drew a complex array in the air. "Tonight at midnight, we will..."

Suddenly, the entire attic trembled slightly.

Elder Wang looked anxious, and suddenly opened the door and entered the pavilion:
"The Yinluo Sect has set up an Eight Extreme Light Splitting Array at the entrance of the market. All cultivators entering and leaving must be checked by the Wonderful Sound Mirror!"

When Wang Lin heard this, his pupils shrank slightly.

The figures of the two black-robed monks at the auction flashed through his mind for a moment, and it suddenly dawned on him that the feeling of being watched over the past few days was due to this.

At this moment, the ink gold in his sleeves suddenly became hot. This special material that could block the detection of spiritual consciousness actually resonated faintly with some kind of restriction.

"Elder Wang, please prepare a quiet room."

When Wang Lin turned around, his face had transformed into that of the old man surnamed Fu. He then looked at the two fellow Taoists and said:
"Please cooperate with me in a play, fellow Taoists."

When the midnight drum sounded slowly, three figures left silently from the side door of Tianji Pavilion.

The real Wang Lin was standing in the secret room of Shulingzhai, and the teleportation array under his feet was flashing with a faint blue light.

The owner of Shulingzhai's fair face was illuminated by the spiritual light and turned green. He spoke slowly:
"This formation can lead directly to the nameless mountain thirty miles south of the city, but each transmission requires..."

"Can I use this instead of the spirit stone?"

Wang Lin threw out a piece of black gold.

At the moment the metal came into contact with the formation, the entire secret room was suddenly filled with black mist.

The fair-skinned old man opened his eyes wide, watching the formation pattern automatically reorganize itself to form a new trajectory.

At the entrance of the market town, Lin Yinping suddenly tightly grasped the Miaoyin Mirror.

Three blurry images appeared on the mirror, one of whom seemed to be an old man named Fu.

Just as Ge Tianhao was about to step forward to investigate, a dazzling silver light suddenly burst out in the mirror.

"phantom!"

Lin Yinping exclaimed. When the silver light faded, what appeared in the mirror were three paper puppets, with talismans painted in cinnabar on their faces slowly oozing blood.

In the Nameless Mountain, when Wang Lin stepped out of the teleportation array, the ink gold in his arms had already turned cold.

He looked back at Jin Jing, who was shrouded in a barrier, with a sneer on his face.

The night wind blew up his robe, revealing the new jade pendant on his waist, which was quite similar in shape to the jade pendant of the old man in the black hat.

Watching Wang Lin leave.

The smile on the old man's face disappeared instantly.

Instead, his face became gloomy.

Under the dark night.

The old man then received two independent cultivators in the Jindan stage.

After handing over some materials, the two left happily with their rewards.

In comparison, Wang Lin was quite leisurely during the following period of time.

Every morning I attend the auction.

Because of the gains on the first day, I would attend the auction on time every morning.

It just seems like my luck has run out.

In the following period of time, Wang Lin gained nothing.

Except for the dozen or so spiritual objects that were auctioned at the end of each day, none of the other spiritual objects caught Wang Lin's eye.

During this period, Wang Lin also inquired about the underground auction.

According to Wang Lin.

The first few days of the underground trade fair are similar to those of a large auction, except that most of the items that appear are needed by the magic path, and there are generally no particularly rare items.

As time passed, the last day arrived in the blink of an eye.

This is an auction specially prepared for Nascent Soul cultivators. In previous years, many rare materials appeared at this auction.

Wang Lin naturally would not miss this grand event.

As soon as he left the attic, Wang Lin instantly transformed into a yellow-faced monk with an unfamiliar appearance.

The old man surnamed Fu was stunned at first, but then he understood and didn't care.

On the bluestone road, fragments of light sway.

Wang Lin followed the old man surnamed Fu through the bustling crowd and arrived under the eaves of Tianji Pavilion.

The old man suddenly turned to the dark alley on the left, startling three birds that were peeping from the eaves.

The gilded plaque of "Shulingzhai" glowed with a faint blue light in the twilight, and the nine-palace lock on the lintel trembled slightly.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the old man surnamed Fu.

"Fu's teleportation array is not an ordinary thing."

The old man surnamed Fu condensed a wisp of icy spirit energy on his fingertips and drew a snow lotus pattern on the door knocker:
"When he was repairing the ancient teleportation array in the North Sea, even the Pavilion Master of Tianji..."

Before he finished speaking, the wooden door opened from the inside. Seven colored glass lamps were suspended in the shape of a Big Dipper, reflecting the star map flowing on the floor of the hall.

"It's the perfect time."

The master of the formation raised his hand and pressed lightly, and the entire west wall flipped over to reveal a secret room.

The Yin-Yang fish formation on the ground glowed with silver mercury, and eight flags engraved with the word "Xun" fluttered in the wind.

The moment the array pattern lit up, Lin Yinping at the entrance of the market town suddenly pressed his chest.

The figure of the blue-robed monk reflected in the Miaoyin Mirror suddenly distorted. Three drops of blood oozed out of the mirror and condensed into a small teleportation array diagram on the bluestone slab.

She recognized that this was the art of reversing the universe!

The slender feet stepped on the formation diagram and shattered it, but she saw that Wang Lin's figure in the mirror had disappeared into the void.

In the direction of Tianji Pavilion in the distance, three Spirit-Peeking Birds were flying towards the south of the city, carrying the remaining space fragments from the teleportation.

The Xuan Guang Mirror began to ripple in the twilight. The withered fingers of the old man in the black hat stroked across the mirror, and the poisonous insect in his sleeve curled up into a black jade bead.

The bloody wolf head totem in the mirror flickered on the stone wall, and the dewdrops carried the fishy smell of rotten bone grass.

The old man muttered to himself, and the jade pendant on his waist cracked, oozing dark red blood.

In the corridor thirty feet underground, Wang Lin’s green robe fluttered without wind.

The old man surnamed Fu held a token in his hand and a ghostly blue fire rose up, illuminating the twisted Sanskrit on the rock wall - the unique soul-devouring curse of the Jiuyou Sect.

"Ge Tianhao set up the Eight-Gate Soul Locking Formation in the market town, but unfortunately..."

The old man's fingertips touched the edge of the magic plate in Wang Lin's hand, and the marks moved like a living thing.

"After all, I don't know Senior Yi Xitian's Eight Gates of Ninjutsu."

Wang Lin’s consciousness swept across the gilded layer embedded in the magic plate, and his pupils shrank slightly.

There are three marrow-eating poisonous insects hidden under the soul-calming talisman, which are absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy along with the Buddha pattern.

His face remained expressionless, and the Xu Tian Ding in his sleeve quietly turned, and the chaotic energy wrapped around the poisonous insect.

Before Senior Yi could finish the words he left before he went into seclusion and before the old man surnamed Fu had finished speaking, the two Jindan cultivators in front of them suddenly crushed the jade talisman.

As the stone wall rippled, Wang Lin sensed a familiar smell of blood.

It is exactly the same as the poisonous insect in the sleeve of the old man with the black hat.

Deep in the dense forest a hundred miles away, the Netherworld Fire in Ge Tianhao's palm surged.

Green smoke came out of the seven orifices of the kneeling gray-robed monk, and his soul transformed into a human-faced moth and flew towards Lin Yinping's Miaoyin Mirror.

"It is indeed the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Technique!"

He sneered, and when the mirror reflected the scene of the underground corridor, the Buddha pattern on Wang Lin’s Dharma plate suddenly intertwined with the Sanskrit on the edge of the mirror to form a chain.

Lin Yinping stroked the hot mirror with her slender fingers, and scarlet blood beads oozed out of the gilded frame: "This Buddha pattern... is from the Demon Suppression Tower back then..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and a bronze wolf head statue appeared in the mirror, with two lines of blood and tears flowing from the empty eye sockets.

At this time in the trading hall, the ink gold in Wang Lin's arms was as hot as a branding iron.

The three-meter-tall wolf-head statue on the exhibition stand suddenly turned, and as its fangs clenched, the Xu Tian Ding in his sleeve vibrated like a dragon's roar.

No one noticed that the word "Seven" on the back of the magic plate was oozing sticky black blood, which was seeping along the veins of the earth towards the base of the statue.

"The next lot." The presiding monk lifted the red silk, revealing half of a crystal finger bone. "This was unearthed from the ruins of the North Sea..."

Waves suddenly arose in Wang Lin’s sea of ​​consciousness, and the chaotic energy in the Xutian Ding condensed into blood-colored runes.

He looked up suddenly and saw a vertical pupil split open between the brows of the wolf-headed statue, reflecting the image in the black-capped old man's mysterious mirror three hundred miles away.

The blood wolf totem in the mirror is exactly the same as the statue!
"Daoyou?" The old man surnamed Fu whispered, "But I found out..."

Before he could finish his words, the ground suddenly shook.

The 347 marks on the magic plate lit up at the same time and turned into a blood-red chain that wrapped around Wang Lin's wrist.

The crystal finger bones on the exhibition stand emitted a dazzling white light, and the jade pendants on the waists of all the monks present exploded instantly, and the entire hall was shrouded in blood-colored Sanskrit.

Ge Tianhao clasped the monk's skull with his five fingers, and the Netherworld Fire in his palm turned into thin threads and drilled into his seven orifices.

The person whose soul was being searched was twitching all over, and the black blood flowing out of his ears and nose condensed into a blurry figure in mid-air, which was Wang Lin's face in disguise.

"The elders of the Ye family..."

Ge Tianhao's pupils flushed red, and his knuckles turned white from the force, "Seven points of resemblance, three points of charm."

The Wonderful Sound Mirror on Lin Yinping's waist hummed and vibrated, and the Sanskrit on the edge of the mirror flowed like a snake: "The royal family actually keeps such a person?"

"More than that." Ge Tianhao crushed the remaining soul in his palm, and a bronze wolf head totem appeared in the ashes.

"Three years ago, on the North Sea Ice Field, the Ye family's secret guards wielded the Mysterious Ice Banner and slaughtered all of the Yinsha Sect. The banner was embedded with Nine Nether Cold Iron that was nurtured by the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Thirty miles away, ripples appeared in the void, and a young man in green clothes stepped out from the shadows.

On his sleeves was a half-broken star disk embroidered with silver thread, and the starlight shone as his fingertips caressed it:

"Yinluo Sect... Tianlan Holy Temple..." The cold laughter startled the jackdaw. When it flapped its wings, its feathers scattered blood-colored runes, which fell to the ground and turned into a miniature magic circle.

Wang Lin was surrounded by green mist, and the Xutian Ding was shaking slightly in his sleeve.

The magic disk No. 347 was glowing with a cold light, and the soul-calming talisman on the edge resonated with the magic circle on the dome.

The Nine Netherworld Sect's Soul Devouring Array is embedded within this Jinghuo Sect's secret pattern!

The Yin dates grown in the tomb on the Yin day of the Yin month of the Yin year, the black fruit in the palm exudes corpse smell, and the sounds of bidding are one after another.

When the Blood-Yang Iron was sold at a sky-high price of 250,000, blood beads oozed out from the back of the No. 4 monk's magic plate and fell to the ground, condensing into a miniature wolf head.

The white shadow holds up the white gelatinous substance, and the shadow of an ancient tree appears faintly in the void, which is jade rubber.

In the gap between the floor tiles of the booth, the single eye of the bronze wolf head was slowly opening.

Ge Tianhao pressed down the vibrating Soul-Devouring Banner at his waist, and the shadow of Wang Lin appearing in the bidding appeared on the banner.

The silver light of Lin Yinping's Miaoyin Mirror suddenly increased, and the Buddha pattern on Wang Lin's Dharma Plate in the mirror actually resonated with the Sanskrit on the edge of the mirror.

Three hundred feet underground, a young man in green clothes was standing on a blood-red star map, and the bronze compass floating in front of him was absorbing the spiritual energy of the magic circle.

The one-eyed wolf-head totem in the center of the compass was scarlet, resonating subtly with the ink gold in Wang Lin's arms.

A treasure appeared, and a black iron box flew out of Bai Ying's sleeve. Nine seals on the box surface carried the unique marks of various sects.

This item can only be exchanged for three things: Xuanyin Blood, Tianxing Liquid, and the complete book of Brahma True Demonic Art.

The whole hall was in uproar. The monk in seat seven suddenly jumped up, stretched out his bone claws from under his black robe and grabbed the iron box:

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

However, the moment he touched the iron box, his whole body was ignited with silver flames and turned into ashes in an instant.

"This is the Burning Heaven Demon Flame of the Pure Fire Sect."

The white shadow chuckled, and the blue flames from the same source as Lin Yinping's holy pattern danced on his fingertips. "Next?" (End of this chapter)