Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The beautiful woman in black showed surprise in her eyes and bowed respectfully to Wang Lin to express her gratitude.

She quickly made a hand gesture, and three red rays of light returned from the void, transforming into small swords about an inch in size and hiding them in her sleeves.

However, Wang Lin put his hands behind his back, looked up at the gray fog swirling in the air, and frowned slightly.

The distorted human face emerging from the gray fog was clearly a sign of the gathering of evil spirit.

The throats of the three mummies made a strange sound of bones rubbing against each other, and the originally scattered gray threads gathered together again under the push of the corpse qi.

Two mummies from behind staggered closer, with hundreds of grey rays shooting out from between their withered claws, forming a dragnet together with the previous evil threads.

"This is the legendary soul-killing silk!"

The beautiful woman in black caught a glimpse of the dark red lines flowing on the surface of the gray silk, and suddenly remembered the records in the secret book of the sect, and her face instantly lost color.

These filthy creatures bred from the corpses of Jindan cultivators are good at defiling spiritual treasures, and even Yuanying cultivators are wary of them.

Thunder patterns appeared on Wang Lin’s fingertips, and suddenly he saw the beautiful woman in black offering up a gilded Dharma wheel.

This magic weapon was suspended in the air and spinning rapidly. Seven-colored Sanskrit light fell like a waterfall, and it actually built a Buddhist Vajra Realm beside the two of them.

The gray threads in the sky hit the light curtain, making a "sizzling" sound like a soldering iron entering water, and smelly black smoke rose from the surface.

"Friend Chang Dao actually has a secret treasure from Bodhi Temple?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was common sense that Buddha and devil were in conflict with each other, but it was strange that the elder of the devil sect was carrying a Buddhist weapon.

Before he could investigate further, the ten fingers of the Three Corpses suddenly grew an inch long, and gray silk wrapped around the light curtain layer by layer like a tide, and he was actually trying to refine the Vajra Realm alive.

"break!"

Wang Lin’s palms burst into lightning, and two arcs of electricity like golden scissors tore through the light curtain.

The electric grid spread along the gray threads, dispersing foul air wherever it passed.

Ghostly fire flickered in the eye sockets of the three corpses, and newly generated evil threads flowed out from their finger bones. The scattered gray fog also reunited under the stimulation of the corpse pill.

"go!"

The thunder wings behind Wang Lin suddenly spread out, and wind and thunder patterns appeared in the silver light.

The beautiful woman in black understood and pointed the spell at a certain spot on the light curtain. The moment the diamond world cracked, the figure wrapped in lightning escaped from the encirclement.

The three corpses suddenly froze, and piercing screams came from their skulls. The ground veins within a hundred feet radius actually seeped out black corpse oil!

Silver lightning suddenly broke through the void, and Wang Lin's figure appeared behind the three corpses.

The withered claws trembled violently, and hundreds of evil threads came biting like poisonous dragons.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, golden rainbows flashed between his lips, and three sword beams wrapped in ancient thunder patterns penetrated into the chest of the corpse puppet.

"laugh--"

The evil thread touched the evil-repelling divine thunder around Wang Lin and instantly melted away like snowflakes meeting the scorching sun.

The beautiful woman in black wanted to cast a spell to help, but she saw Wang Lin pointing his sword in the air.

As thunder exploded, the golden rainbow turned into electric ropes that imprisoned dragons and tied the three corpses into thunder balls.

The electric arc raged, destroying the corpse piece by piece, leaving only three balls of black mist swirling continuously.

"Soul-sealing restriction?"

The beautiful woman in black came walking on the wind, her bare hands already holding the Nine Netherworld Soul-Calming Technique.

"No need."

Wang Lin sneered, and the beast bag on his waist suddenly glowed black.

The soul-crying beast leaped into the air and roared, and soul-captivating mist spurted out of its nostrils.

The black fog let out a sharp scream as if it encountered a natural enemy, but was still carried away by the rosy glow and sank into the belly of the spirit beast.

"belch--"

The little beast jumped and beat its belly, with green fire flowing in its pupils.

The beautiful woman in black opened her mouth slightly, and the magic spell in her hand almost collapsed - this black monkey actually regarded the origin of corpse evil as a delicacy!

Amid the howling wind, she felt a chill down her spine. Could it be that the spirit beast that could devour the soul thread was the one mentioned in the Nine Netherworld Records...

At this moment, dark blue flames rose from the claws of the Soul-Crying Beast, burning the corpse oil on the ground and making a sizzling sound.

Wang Lin stroked the beast's head, a golden light surged in his eyes, and where the three corpses were annihilated, fragments of golden seal characters vaguely emerged, which were exactly the same as the restrictions on the Yinluo Banner that day.

Wang Lin used his spiritual sense to investigate the Soul-Crying Beast, and after confirming that it was safe, he lightly tapped the beast's horn.

The black monkey jumped onto his shoulder and glanced around with its green eyes.

"Quickly find fellow Daoist Fu."

Before he could finish his words, the soul tablet on his waist began to heat up, the formation plate in the black-clothed woman's arms began to hum, and the jade beads embedded with the blood of the monk named Yuan shattered.

The two looked at each other, feeling chilled to the bone.

Wang Lin summoned his Thunder Wings, and the Nine Nether Silk in the sleeve of the woman surnamed Chang turned into a startling rainbow and entered the corridor on the east side.

Along the way, the black iron veins turned dark green, and bamboo-joint patterns appeared on the stone walls.

After passing the seventh pass, the view suddenly opens up.

Emerald vines hang from the thousand-foot dome, and the ground is covered with crystallized bamboo leaf fragments.

In the center, a human face appeared on the towering green bamboo, and its roots were wrapped around eighteen bronze hanging coffins. The coffins were extended with black iron chains, at the end of which were tied to a black corpse with a hole in its abdomen.

"Crack!"

There was a gnawing sound coming from the roots of the green bamboo. The green-haired corpse ghost lifted up the remains of the man surnamed Yuan and tore the golden elixir with its fangs.

The corpse wolf crawled on the side, and its sharp claws pierced the turtle's shell to take out its brain.

The Xuanyin Zhima curled up on the wolf's head, and its tail pierced into the top of the head to absorb the soul fire.

The woman surnamed Chang pointed tremblingly at the dome, where an old man surnamed Fu was hanging by nine chains.

There are seven green bamboo branches inserted in his chest, which are the long-lost "Seven Evil Soul-Sealing Nails" of Xiaoji Palace.

The old man's eyes were wide open, and bamboo leaves were growing wildly in his throat, as if he was devouring the essence of his Nascent Soul.

Upon seeing this, Wang Lin's pupils suddenly shone with golden light, and he recognized that this was the ancient evil creature "Nine Nether Bamboo Ghost".

It needs Nascent Soul cultivators as nourishment. It takes a hundred years for a bamboo to grow into a node. The green bamboo in front of you has already grown nine nodes, and it has clearly swallowed nine powerful people.

The corpse suddenly turned its head, and its bamboo-leaf-shaped pupils locked onto the two of them.

As the green bamboo trembled, the eighteen black corpses broke free from their chains, and emerald poisonous mist gushed out from the holes in their abdomens.

The Xuanyin Zhima cried like a baby, and the entire bamboo forest instantly became a cage.

Wang Lin caught a glimpse of the dome from the corner of his eye and saw two gray cocoons hanging between the branches of green bamboo.

There were roaring thunder and fire in the cocoon on the left, and a cold light of ice was faintly visible on the right. It turned out to be the old man surnamed Fu and Bai Yaoyi.

A cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul was unexpectedly trapped by the filthy soul thread. This beast's cultivation had already reached the highest level.

The sound of the Green Mane Corpse King tearing off his limbs came to an abrupt end. The Black Yin Horse suddenly cried like a baby, and the ghost fire in the corpse wolf's pupils increased by three inches.

The fur of the Weeping Soul Beast on Wang Lin's shoulder stood up, and the blood-red ghost-faced totem behind him glowed faintly. "Roar—"

The giant ape's shadow towered tall, its ten-foot-tall body causing bamboo leaves to fly like heavy rain. The silver-winged corpse king's green mane was furious, and white bone spurs grew between his wings.

A female cultivator named Chang held a Bodhi Dharma Wheel in her hand, and the seven-colored Brahma light flickered in the thick corpse gas.

The Silver-Eyed Corpse King stared at the Soul-Crying Beast, his mouth cracked from ear to ear: "Yin-Devouring Beast?"

The sound was like the collision of metal and stone. As the wings flapped, the Nine Netherworld Springs gushed out from the earth veins, and the green bamboo roots turned into thousands of ghost hands.

Lightning patterns flickered under Wang Lin’s feet, and rays of natural fire transformed into sword energy and poured out from his sleeves.

The sword light hit the silver wings, sparks flew but failed to hurt it at all.

The woman surnamed Chang used the Nine Nether Silk to wrap around the wolf corpse, but was pierced through the shoulder blade by the Xuanyinzhi horsetail.

"retreat!"

Wang Lin shouted loudly and waved his sleeves. A raging dry blue ice flame gushed out and froze the attacking ghost hand into an ice sculpture.

The Soul-Crying Beast took the opportunity to beat its chest and roared, and its bloody ghost face flew out of its body, colliding violently with the Silver-Winged Corpse King.

The nine sections at the top of the green bamboo exploded at the same time, and nine Yuanying corpse puppets broke out of the bamboo. The woman surnamed Chang looked pale:
"Nine Evil Corpse Bamboo!"

This ancient evil magic requires the essence of nine Nascent Soul monks and takes a thousand years of nurturing before it can take shape.

Netherworld runes appeared on the Corpse King's silver wings, and the bamboo sea instantly turned into an illusion of the underworld.

The wailing sounds of countless wronged souls rang in my ears.

Green fire surged in the Soul-Crying Beast's pupils, and the ghost face behind it opened its huge fang-like mouth and swallowed the incoming foul air into its stomach.

"Crack!"

The gray cocoon that trapped Bai Yaoyi suddenly cracked, and the cold light of the icy soul was like a sharp blade that cut through the filthy soul thread. A white figure staggered to the ground, and the ice ring in his hand was covered with cracks:

"Friend Wang, the seven-inch part of the bamboo joint!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Lin pointed his sword to the sky. Sword Qi flew out from his fingertips, transformed into a swimming dragon, and pierced straight into the seventh joint of the green bamboo.

The Corpse King let out a shrill scream, and it was too late for Silver Wing to protect him.

At the moment the bamboo joints exploded, eighteen hanging coffins exploded at the same time, and the monstrous corpse qi backfired on their owners!
A cold light suddenly condensed in Wang Lin's pupils, and he pointed his fingers and sword into the void.

Two more sword energies flew out, breaking through the air and rushing straight to the foul soul cocoon that trapped their companions.

The silver-winged corpse goblin sneered sneerily, and the dark runes on the tips of its wings suddenly lit up.

"laugh--"

Two giant palms formed by foul air emerged from the cocoon, with five fingers with barbed bone hooks. The moment the two swords slashed into the palms, thousands of foul threads wrapped around the swords like living things.

"boom!"

Nine turbid streams of the Yellow Spring suddenly gushed out from the bamboo sea, and millions of filthy threads were regenerated in the dirty waves.

The two swords were stuck in a quagmire, and the sound of the swords gradually weakened.

Cold sweat oozed from Wang Lin’s forehead, and a field of thunder prison suddenly rose around him.

This is a sign that the Brahma True Demonic Power is being pushed to its extreme!

The silver pupils of the Silver-Winged Corpse Goblin swelled, and ripples like water waves appeared throughout the space.

Although Wang Lin closed his eyes in time, he still felt as if his purple palace had been hit hard.

When he opened his eyes again, the bamboo sea had turned into a bloody wasteland, and eighteen blood moons were hanging upside down in the sky.

"Little tricks!"

The beautiful woman in black shouted loudly, and the Bodhi Dharma Wheel transformed into a golden bell.

However, the text of the "Lingyan Sutra" on the bell wall quickly dimmed under the light of the blood moon.

Countless bony hands stretched out from the ground, grabbed her ankles and dragged her towards the underworld.

"Destroy the delusion!"

Wang Lin bit his tongue and used his blood to draw a talisman in the air to break the ban.

Fu Wenhua shot up into the sky as a golden crow, and the blood moon illusion instantly shattered by 30%.

At this moment, the true form of the Silver-Winged Corpse Goblin appeared on the top of the green bamboo, with seven soul-sealing ice cones inserted in its wing bones - this was the secret move left by Bai Yaoyi at the cost of her life!

"Kanwei Bamboo Node!"

A weak voice from the old man surnamed Fu came from the gray cocoon.

Twelve soul-devouring nails sprang out from Wang Lin’s sleeves, with thunder and fire talismans tied to the ends of the nails.

The Silver-Winged Corpse Goblin flapped its wings to escape, but its right wing was entangled by the Netherworld Chain transformed by the Weeping Soul Beast.

"burst!"

The lightning and fire quickly spread along the texture of the green bamboo to the seventh bamboo joint, instantly detonating the soul-calming jade slip that had been sealed for a thousand years.

The eighteen hanging coffins opened in response, and the remaining souls of the Nascent Soul cultivators that were devoured turned into a rain of swords to kill evil.

The silver-winged corpse goblin let out an earth-shattering scream, and its silver wings turned to ashes in the purifying thunder and fire.

Xuanyin Zhima realized that the situation was not good and tried to escape, but was trapped by the awakened Bai Yaoyi who used ice soul silk to form a net.

The beautiful woman in black took the opportunity to offer the banner of rebirth to completely purify the remaining foul air.

The beautiful woman frowned and quickly practiced the spirit-controlling technique.

The spirit beast bag on the waist began to spin, red clouds gushed out of the bag, and hundreds of red-crowned winged snakes flew out of the air.

The scales of these monsters, which are about a foot long, are as clear as blood crystal, and the golden patterns on their snake heads outline crown-like spiritual patterns. As soon as they appear on the earth, the surrounding spiritual energy boils violently.

"go with!"

Three drops of blood shot out from the beautiful woman's fingertips and condensed into a Burning Heaven Seal in the air.

The eyes of the winged snakes suddenly glowed bloodshot, and their mouths opened wide to spew out the Nine Netherworld Fire.

The raging flames rolled like waves and condensed into eighteen fire dragons in the void, which pounced into the depths of the black fog with the power to burn the sky.

Wang Lin stood behind the fire curtain with his hands behind his back, a green light flickering in his eyes.

The thundering sword intent was hidden in his palm, and his spiritual consciousness spread over a hundred feet like a spider web.

When the silver moon appeared in the sky, a sneer appeared on his lips.

This is the moment you’ve been waiting for!

"Crack!"

The world suddenly fell into darkness, and two bright silver moons slowly rose from the netherworld.

The mysterious and gloomy energy permeated the air, and wherever it went, the Fire Dragons were transformed into stardust.

Before the winged snakes could even utter a scream, they turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared under the moonlight.

Blood oozed from the corners of the beautiful woman's mouth. Her natal Red Phoenix Sword turned into a rainbow of light and pierced the sky, but in the end it disappeared without a trace.

"Giggle cluck..."

The devilish sound of Yaksha penetrated the ears, and countless silver moons emerged from the void.

As the moon rotated, all kinds of phenomena appeared, and ghosts and monsters also appeared in the black fog.

The beautiful woman staggered a step, her jade fingers already pinching the life-saving jade talisman on her heart - this was the talisman that she had spent thirty years of practice to refine.

"Fellow Daoist Wang!"

She called out urgently, but only saw a golden arc cutting through the sky.

"break!"

The lightning pattern on Wang Lin’s right arm suddenly lit up, and the evil-repelling divine thunder flew out of his hand, condensing into the shape of a dragon and rushing straight to the northwest.

When the golden thunder and the silver moon collided, a dazzling aurora burst out between heaven and earth.

When everyone regained their vision, the blue bricks on the square had already shown spider-web-like scorch marks. Yaksha spread his silver wings to block in front, and the lightning and fire on his wings were still not extinguished.

"I underestimated you."

Yaksha gently stroked the cracks on the mirror, and the dark yin energy condensed into chains, quickly wrapping around the sword formation.

"It is indeed extraordinary to be able to break this seat's Illusionary Moon Tribulation with 70% of its power..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Lin's sword had already triggered the thunder of the nine heavens.

Thunderclouds poured down like a waterfall, and the Yaksha's silver wings suddenly spread out to a length of a hundred feet.

Two figures danced and crossed each other in the lightning, and every collision shattered hundreds of formation stones.

The beautiful woman stood there in shock, and only then did she realize that in the illusion just now, Wang Lin had used her fire curtain to cover up and had already set up the Tiangang Thunder Evil Array in the square!
Before Wang Lin stopped his attack, a frosty air suddenly rose from his dantian.

With a clear whistle, he spat out an ice soul bead wrapped in purple sky fire.

As soon as this thing appeared in the world, it caused strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

Three thousand ice soul patterns floated on the surface of the bead. Ice crystals condensed in the void wherever it passed, and the entire square turned into an extremely cold area in an instant.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha narrowed his silver eyes slightly. He was still calm when facing the sword formation before, but when he saw his pair of wind and thunder wings showing their might, wrinkles appeared on his brows.

At this moment, looking at the extremely cold spirit bead floating in the center of the black ice storm, the frost reflected in his pupils actually condensed into substance, and he finally showed a little fear.

"disease!"

Wang Lin formed the Nine Nether Cold Seal with his hands, and the spirit insect bag on his waist swelled.

Thousands of gold-eating bugs turned into a gilded sea of ​​clouds, and each beetle's wings were engraved with a rune that could break the ban.

At this moment, Wang Lin was like a god descending to the earth. His wind and thunder wings rolled up the clouds in the sky, and his ice soul bead attracted the cold marrow of the earth veins.

The golden bugs blocked all retreat routes - even if a Divine Transformation cultivator came in person, he would have to temporarily avoid the attack.

This was because Wang Lin restrained his aura, suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and did not use his true magical powers too often.

If he used his natal magic weapon and the fire of the heavenly phoenix, it would be easy to kill the Silver-Winged Yaksha.

After all, his purpose was to capture the Silver-Winged Yaksha alive and enter Kunwu Mountain, not to kill him.

The silver wings of the Silver-Winged Yaksha trembled, and the ancient magic patterns on the wing bones lit up.

The veins on his hand bulged as he stroked the Xuanyin Mirror, and the ghostly figure in the mirror screamed miserably.

This duel went beyond the ordinary battles between cultivators; it was clearly a collision of two different laws of heaven and earth. (End of this chapter)