Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The ancient demon calmly agreed: "With the magic weapon as a reward, I will do my best."

The square-faced monk nodded slightly and said:
"Very good, Daoist friend, your promise is enough. Follow me and dive into the bottom of the lake. Although this place is very secluded, we still need to be careful of passing monks peeping at us."

After saying this, spiritual light circulated around him and he was the first to fall into the lake.

Everyone then used their escape techniques to follow him, causing ripples on the surface of the lake.

In an instant, it returned to calm, with only the breeze blowing across the water, causing tiny ripples.

Thousands of miles away, deep in the Yin-Yang Cave, Wang Lin and his companions were caught in serious trouble.

His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and the golden light in front of him suddenly surged, instantly crushing the one-horned ghost that was rushing towards him into pieces.

Then, he swung out two sword lights with his backhand, killing the evil ghosts that attacked from the darkness.

Although these ghosts have no intelligence, they continue to emerge from the dark wind like a surging tide.

Wang Lin glanced at his companions and saw that the old man surnamed Fu and others were also using their magic weapons to clear out the ghosts around them.

He frowned slightly and said:
"Fellow Daoist Fu, we have been searching here for several days, but we still haven't found any trace of the Yinzhi horse. Although these low-level ghosts are not to be feared, it will not solve the problem in the long run."

The big man surnamed Yuan flicked his finger and shot out a dark green flame that pierced through the ghost, then responded:
"Brother Wang is right. Even if one is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, it would be difficult for him to last more than two months if he consumes so much mana to support the protective aura."

Everyone is currently in a deep passage, with the rock walls on both sides made of black ice emitting a strange black light.

The whistling evil energy was mixed with a biting chill.

Even though the halo of the Purple Ghost Pearl weakened its power by 70%, it was still necessary to continuously mobilize spiritual power to resist the aftermath.

Bai Yaoyi looked at the black fog surging outside the halo and sighed softly:
"These terrifying winds not only consume our mana, but also require us to distract ourselves from resisting the erosion of our minds and spirits."

The old man surnamed Fu twirled his beard and said after thinking for a moment:

"If we want to improve the efficiency of the search, splitting up is indeed a good idea. I can expend my blood and energy to temporarily cast the Purple Ghost Divine Light for everyone. Each beam of protection will last for about seven days. But..."

"Seven days is enough!" A gleam of light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes:
"We only need to use secret techniques to leave a magical mark, and then we can trace and reunite. As for high-level ghosts."

He paused for a moment, then flipped his palm and shattered the three attacking ghosts:
"If a ghost king comparable to a god was really born, this Yin Yang Cave should have been filled with yin energy. Why is there no news about it for a thousand years?"

The beautiful woman in black stared at the three-way intersection that suddenly appeared at the end of the passage, and the cold jade flying knife circled beside her:

"That being said, if you encounter a difficult evil spirit..."

"We are not new to the immortal path, and we can protect ourselves even if we encounter misfortunes."

The big man surnamed Yuan raised his hand to recall the Flowing Fire Blade, and the unique evil spirit of the southern border cultivators emanated from his body.

"If you miss this period when the Yin Feng is weak, it will be extremely difficult to go deeper into this place."

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Yaoyi finally nodded in agreement.

The old man surnamed Fu put his two fingers together and pressed them on his forehead. The purple pearl immediately emitted a blood-red light. He said in a deep voice:

"I will use my blood essence as a guide to perform the spell. Please remember to return within three days."

Before he finished speaking, the purple light in the pearl split into several strands and entered the eyebrows of everyone. The body of the big man surnamed Yuan was suddenly covered with a layer of purple light like gauze.

Wang Lin closed his eyes and sensed the strange spiritual power flowing in his body, and found that the protective spiritual light became more condensed.

At the fork in the road, the beautiful woman in black took out the black iron abacus and calculated for a moment, then pointed her finger at the central main road:

"The yin energy of the earth veins gathers here."

The old man and his junior sister were the first to transform into streams of light and escape into the cave. The big man surnamed Yuan and Wang Lin went to the left and right passages respectively.

Bai Yaoyi bit her red lips lightly, and an ice lotus suddenly blossomed under her feet, floating to catch up with the figure in green in front of her.

In the deep corridor, the woman in palace dress suddenly said:

"Did Fellow Daoist Wang notice that the reputation of the Yin-Yang Cave as a dangerous place seems to be a little exaggerated?"

The sword in Wang Lin's sleeve emitted a cold light, slashing the three faceless ghosts that rushed towards him, and replied calmly:

"Did Brother Bai carefully observe the black ice on the cave wall?"

His fingertips lightly touched the rock wall, and thousands of years of cold marrow flowed out like ink.

"In such a gloomy place, if there is no chance to protect it, cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage will instantly turn into ice sculptures."

As soon as he finished speaking, cold wind suddenly condensed into hundreds of ice cones.

Bai Yaoyi fluttered her wide sleeves, and nine cold jades formed an ice curtain around her, barely resisting the fierce attack.

In the distance came the sound of metal clashing, mixed with the chilling sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"It is in line with what Daoyou said before."

There was a golden light flashing in Wang Lin's eyes. His Qi-gazing technique penetrated through the layers of black fog and glimpsed the secrets deep in the cave a hundred feet away.

There, twelve ancient bronze corpses were emitting evil spirits, and the soul-calming talismans on their foreheads had mostly faded.

Bai Yaoyi raised her hand lightly, and several balls of red flames hit the ice crystals on the wall of the cave.

When the ice cracked, an ancient azure sword revealed its true appearance, with only three inches of the hilt remaining inserted into the black ice.

The woman in palace dress wanted to reach out to take a closer look, but suddenly the hilt of the sword burst into a faint blue spiritual pattern and trembled violently, as if it had life.

"bass--"

A red dragon rope shot out from Bai Yaoyi's wide sleeves and instantly wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

Ancient cloud seals appeared on the sword's spine.

Bai Yaoyi shook her white wrist lightly, and the sword light split the thousand-year-old black ice like a rainbow. Ice chips flew everywhere and carved a deep half-inch mark on the rock wall.

"Although this sword spirit still exists, it is not something that a Jindan cultivator can control."

Wang Lin took the flying sword, his fingertips slid across the dragon scale pattern on the sword, and whispered to himself:

"The body is forged with Blue Crystal, and the edge is tempered with Heavenly Star Sand. This is the unique weapon refining method used by the Northern Sword House seven thousand years ago."

A moon totem is faintly visible on the sword guard, which is exactly the unique style of the "Hanyuan Sword" recorded in ancient books.

Suddenly, from deep within the cave, there was a sound of metal colliding, and twelve Netherworld phosphorous fires ignited spontaneously without wind.

Bai Yaoyi took out the Suxue Umbrella, but the icy divine light flowing on the umbrella was torn into cracks by the cold wind.

The two walked over the ice crystals and debris on the ground, and saw thousands of black jade stalactites hanging from the dome. The central stone pillar was wrapped with black iron chains, and a purple gold skeleton had a half-broken sword stuck in its chest.

The moon totem on the hilt is exactly the same as the broken sword in Wang Lin's hand.

"This sword energy..."

Bai Yaoyi formed seals with her bare hands, and the jade umbrella suddenly shrank into a three-foot-long green blade. "It's actually the remnant of the sword intent of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

A phantom fire suddenly lit up in the skeleton's eye sockets, and dense sword marks appeared on the walls of the cave, with ice-blue spiritual power flowing in each mark.

The broken sword in Wang Lin's hand suddenly broke free from its restraints, turned into a stream of light and merged into the broken blade in the skeleton's hand. The two ancient inscriptions "Xuanyuan" appeared on the complete sword.

Bai Yaoyi looked intently and saw a jade scabbard embedded in the chest of the withered corpse on the stone pillar, which matched the pattern of the broken sword in Wang Lin's hand. The black iron chains wrapped around the withered bones showed blood curse runes, and dark purple crystals oozed out of each groove - it was the "soul-locking sand" recorded in the "Nine Nether Soul Refining Record".

In that mysterious place, a man’s Nascent Soul was skinned alive and endured the heart-gnawing torture for seven days.

Wang Lin's eyes were solemn. His fingertips gently stroked the mysterious hexagram mark on the corpse's crown, and he muttered to himself:

"Each soul nail is three inches deep into the bone, and the tail of the nail is engraved with the Yinluo Sect's blood moon totem."

When the woman in palace dress heard this, her expression changed and she made a hand gesture to summon the Ice Soul Mirror.

In an instant, the mirror light sprinkled on the dust on the ground like water, and the mottled magic circle appeared with golden light.

What is shocking is that this formation is actually a "blood feeding formation" made up of 360 human teeth.

The half of the jade slip at the center of the formation suddenly trembled, and the four ancient seal characters "Taiyin Yinsha" appeared clearly.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Seven bone spurs suddenly burst out from the spine of the withered corpse, and the black jade stalactites hanging from the dome of the cave exploded instantly.

The golden light in Wang Lin's sleeves suddenly surged, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword turned into a cage, trying to protect the two of them.

However, the originally shriveled corpse slowly raised its head, and a dark blue soul fire ignited in the empty eye sockets. The mandible made a crackling sound, as if whispering:

"Seven thousand years... finally I get blood food..."

Seeing this, Bai Yaoyi's jade umbrella spun rapidly, and black ice needles shot out from between the ribs.

But what was strange was that when these black ice needles touched the corpse, they inexplicably sank into the void.

Wang Lin's pupils suddenly shrank and he was shocked. He realized that the broken sword in his hand had turned into quicksand - it turned out that this ancient sword was the last core of the Blood Feeding Array!
The magic circle on the ground suddenly reversed, and seventy-two blood fountains burst out of the ground.

The evil ape took this opportunity to break free from the restraints of his bare hands, and the bone spears in his arms merged into a Yin Sha Halberd that was over ten feet long.

A blood moon totem identical to the one on the corpse's crown appeared on the halberd's blade, and a powerful evil aura spread.

Bai Yaoyi waved her hand lightly, and the icy light instantly swept across the evil ape ghost's body.

Before the ghost could roar, its body was covered with an inch-thick black ice.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and the giant green palm in the air suddenly closed, and the ice sculpture instantly shattered into crystal chips all over the sky.

After the dust settled, the ancient array in the center of the cave revealed its secrets. Wang Lin walked forward slowly, touched the concave part of the array pattern with his fingertips, and whispered:
"This blood feeding formation uses Nine Nether Mysterious Iron to outline the center of the formation. It should be a legacy of the ancient witch clan."

Dark red crystals could be seen faintly in the depths of the formation, and they were wriggling slightly as if they had life.

The woman in palace dress stood in front of the stone pillar, and the Ice Soul Mirror reflected the seven bone nails on the spine of the mummy - each nail had a twisted ghost face totem engraved on its end.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please take a look. The layout of these Seven Evil Soul-Locking Nails matches that of Beidou..."

Before he finished speaking, the entire cave suddenly shook, and the black jade stalactites on the dome fell down one after another.

Wang Lin flipped his palm and summoned the Xutian Ding. The chaotic energy gushing out of the cauldron enveloped the two of them.

However, the shriveled corpse broke free from the black iron chain on its own, and its chest was suddenly open, with a blood-red jade slip floating inside.

"Blood Soul Guidance?"

Bai Yaoyi's expression suddenly changed, and the jade umbrella turned into hundreds of icy spikes to protect her body.

In the cave, the corpse's jawbone made a clicking sound, and a hoarse demonic voice echoed:

"The seven thousand years of blood sacrifice has finally come to fruition..."

Before he finished his words, the magic circle on the ground suddenly reversed, and seventy-two blood fountains broke through the rock layer.

The remains of the previously slain ape actually reshaped itself in the blood, with the same ghost face mark as the mummy appearing on its forehead.

Wang Lin put his two fingers together, and the evil-repelling divine thunder surged, crushing the blood fountain into pieces.

The corpse clenched his five fingers, and the blue ancient sword in Bai Yaoyi's arms broke free from the storage bag, turned into a stream of light and sank into his palm. The two words "Xuanyuan" on the sword glowed with a strange bloody light.

The woman in palace dress bit her tongue and her blood dropped onto the Bingpo Mirror. The aurora bursting out from the mirror tore a gap in the blood mist, and the two of them immediately turned into light and quickly retreated.

A terrifying roar was heard behind him, and the entire cave collapsed. In the surging blood waves, a thousand-foot-long demon shadow could be vaguely seen awakening.

On the top of the mountains in southern Xinjiang, the light curtain of Hejiazhuang's prohibition is like a candle in the wind.

Nearly a hundred Yinluo Sect monks formed the Nine Netherworld Devouring Soul Formation, and the ghost heads formed by the demonic energy hit the pale yellow light shield in turn. The thirteen yellow-robed monks in the village had blood oozing from their mouths and noses, and the formation flags in their hands had cracks.

The old man in the lead shouted in a hoarse voice: "The seven stars of the Big Dipper return to their positions!"

Everyone stepped forward in the powerful steps, and starlight gushed out from the formation flags, barely able to withstand another round of attacks.

In the sky, strong winds were howling, the He family ancestor's yellow robe was stained with blood, and the Eight Desolations Zhenyue Pendant on his waist was badly cracked.

Five gray-white smoke shadows formed a Immortal Locking Formation, blocking all retreat routes.

The smoke in the northwest corner condensed into a human figure, and a hoarse voice came from the void:

"I want to see if your Hun Tian brick can suppress the Netherworld!"

The light curtain below exploded, and the Yinluo Sect monk summoned the Hundred Ghosts Soul-Devouring Banner, and countless vengeful spirits poured into the manor like an ink tide.

The He family's ancestor's eyes were red with anger, and his natal spirit beast, the black and yellow earth dragon python, jumped out from his sleeve.

Earth spirit runes appeared on the giant python's scales. Just as it was about to use its innate magical power to escape through the earth veins, it was spewed out with the Nine Netherworld Soul-Entangled Silk by the smoke shadow that transformed into a white bone demon skull on the east side.

The gray light spread, and the ten-foot-long python's body shriveled up like a dead branch in an instant.

The He family ancestor bit his tongue and sprayed his blood on the ancient square brick in his palm. The Hun Tian brick swelled in the wind, and a picture of mountains, rivers and the country appeared on the brick surface. The majestic earth spirit energy condensed into a hurricane to protect the body.

However, five smoke shadows turned into streams of light that penetrated the strong wind, and one of them revealed the true face of the Yinluo Sect's elder Zong Miesheng.

His face is covered with a bronze ghost mask and he holds a ghostly heart-locking chain in his hand.

At the critical moment of life and death, the ancestor of the He family sacrificed the ancestral secret treasure - Cangming Dinghai Order.

The token instantly burst out with a blue glow, forming a weak water area with a radius of one hundred feet.

The five smoke shadows seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.

However, Zong Miesheng took the opportunity to emerge from the blind spot of the sunset glow, and the Soul-Devouring Spear in his hand pointed directly at the old man's Dantian.

At this critical moment, a red beam of light suddenly burst out from the blood pool in the manor, and the true body of Hanba, which had been sleeping for a hundred years, broke out!

Before the yellow-robed monk could show any joy on his face, several white shadows laughed coldly and then dissipated in the blue mist.

He felt a great sense of alarm in his heart, and a flash of light appeared around him. He wanted to escape, but he saw white mist surging.

Several phantoms penetrated the protective aura as if entering an empty space and invaded his body.

In an instant, the Nascent Soul in his body was restrained, and his blood was boiling. Before he could struggle, his eyes lost consciousness, and his flesh and blood withered and turned into a skeleton. Even his Nascent Soul was devoured by the white shadow. Four white shadows turned into skulls and ate the remains of his body, while the fifth shadow came late.

The sounds of fighting in the manor gradually subsided, and an old man in a black robe flew over and bowed to report:
"All 72 cultivators of the He family have been killed, and there are still more than 300 mortal descendants."

The mysterious monk said indifferently:
“We must eradicate the roots of the problem.”

After receiving the order, the man in black robe turned into a streak of black light and rushed down. (End of this chapter)