Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Amid the thunder, Wang Lin's figure suddenly became illusory.

The void thirty feet away suddenly cracked, lightning flashed, and his figure wrapped in lightning broke through the air.

As soon as he stood still, Wang Lin's eyes were as sharp as torches, shooting directly at the flowing golden light.

The purple electric dragon formed by the evil-repelling divine thunder hit the light curtain, causing only a few ripples before dissipating into the void.

Until a wisp of purple flame fell on the surface of the golden cover, and a sudden change occurred!
"Click"

The sound of ice crystals condensing pierced the sky, and a towering ice pillar rose from the ground in the midst of the purple light.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha and its golden shield seemed to be trapped in amber. The look of astonishment on its face had not yet faded, but its light golden claws were already emitting a cold light.

"break!"

A low roar like thunder rolled out from the Yaksha's throat, and the golden light curtain instantly exploded into thousands of cracks.

The amethyst cage shattered with a sound, and amidst the flying ice chips, the Yaksha spread its wings, and the secret patterns flowing on its scales were surprisingly the same as those of the golden shield.

"I have mastered the art of forging the golden body and bones, and I have also mastered three of the five elements of escape."

Wang Lin was delighted instead of advancing. His eyes were like a sharp blade, sweeping across the scales of the Yaksha.

"After thousands of years of hard training, you have finally reached the threshold of becoming a golden body moon corpse."

For Wang Lin, the stronger the Silver-Winged Yaksha is, the greater the improvement he will get after letting the Yaksha devour him.

Therefore, Wang Lin is not afraid of his strength.

Upon hearing this, the Yaksha looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh. The silver wings behind him suddenly spread out, like dark clouds covering the sun and the earth.

"Back then, the twelve mid-Yuanying cultivators joined forces to encircle and suppress me, but they were unable to harm me at all. How can a young man like you ..."

Before he could finish his words, the golden ball in his palm suddenly shone brightly.

In an instant, it turned into a golden mountain a hundred feet high, pressing down towards Wang Lin with tremendous force.

Wang Lin's figure flashed, his feet stepped on the seven-star position, and with a wave of his sleeves, a small bronze tripod flew out of his sleeves.

On the body of the tripod, the ancient Chinese character "Xu Tian" shone with light like the sun. Then, the gushing dry blue ice flame collided with the golden mountain with a loud bang.

In an instant, waves of light interwoven with gold and blue exploded between heaven and earth. The clouds within a hundred miles seemed to be torn into countless pieces by an invisible giant hand.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha spread out its bone wings to the fullest, and dark golden magic patterns appeared on the membrane wings that were originally as pale as paper.

An extremely overwhelming pressure surged out, as if the deep abyss of Hell suddenly opened up.

The blue bricks of the entire Xiantiantai began to crack under this pressure, and the Demon-Suppressing Chains on the dome also let out mournful cries as they could not bear the heavy burden.

The black ice jade brick under Wang Lin's feet exploded with a loud bang, and the protective spiritual light also rippled, as if it could shatter at any time.

"Half a step to becoming a god..."

"Your calculations are so deep that they are shocking. You actually used the magic trapping formation to absorb the Yin Qi of the earth veins and cultivate the Golden Evil Body. What a pity..."

The Yaksha's figure was majestic, and as his devil claws were clenched, the Nine Nether Golden Ball in his palm suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light.

The gray light was like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into the demon-suppressing pillar. In the eyes of the thousand-year-old corpse, green fire blazed.

In an instant, the soul-locking chain broke with a clang, and three hundred and sixty corpses seemed to have returned from the underworld.

They stepped on the dark fire and formed a strict formation, and terrifying soul-stirring screams came from their corrupt throats.

Wang Lin waved his right hand, and the storage bag on his waist suddenly swelled up.

"In that case, let you test the power of my newly refined Three Flame Fan!"

I saw a three-colored feather fan whistling through the air.

On the fan bones, there are obscure ancient phoenix seals engraved, and each tail feather seals the original true fire with different attributes.

Yaksha showed a ferocious smile and then used his innate magical power.

The golden evil bullet instantly turned into a rain of immortal-killing needles that covered the sky and enveloped Wang Lin like a downpour.

The group of Ba corpses was not willing to be outdone. Evil threads of the Styx whistled out from their ten fingers and intertwined into a terrifying Nine Netherworld Net above the sky.

Suddenly, the primordial fire spirit slowly woke up from the fan.

"burn!"

The fire phoenix condensed from the Samadhi True Fire has a wingspan of a hundred feet. The Nanming Li Fire, the Sun Essence Fire and the Red Lotus Karma Fire blend together to weave a field that can burn the sky.

The Yaksha demon's wings were charred and curled up due to the heat. Even though its golden body had been tempered for thousands of years, it was now showing signs of collapse.

Such a bizarre scene, even a figure like Wang Lin was slightly shaken. However, the situation was critical and there was no time to lose, so there was no room for hesitation.

In an instant, hundreds of swords rang out, and the sound shook the four directions.

The golden light flowed like the tide, and countless sword shadows seemed to transform into golden-core black lotus, layer upon layer.

Stimulated by this essence and blood, the Ice Soul Pearl suddenly vibrated violently.

A dark purple flame rose from the pearl, as if it were a living being.

The seals on the cultivator's fingertips kept changing, and the purple flame was like a nimble dragon swimming around his body.

Wherever it passed, ice crystals condensed in the void, and the biting cold and the blazing flames were strangely intertwined and entangled.

After Zi Yan circled the body three times, it miraculously condensed into a fifteen-meter-high black ice barrier.

On the ice wall, dark purple lines crisscrossed, emitting a terrifying cold light.

Wang Lin was heavily guarded in the core area, like a solid wall to protect him from external dangers.

In a flash, a sky full of golden threads whistled towards them with a sharp sound.

The sound of gold and jade hitting each other suddenly exploded, and thousands of gilded star spots instantly appeared on the ice wall.

Countless tiny holes are like ghosts, eroding deep into the ice at an alarming speed.

Wherever the golden threads passed, the ice crystals seemed to encounter strange magic.

A three-inch deep mark was strangely melted out, and the successive impacts intertwined into a web of destruction.

Even though the black ice barrier was over ten feet thick, it melted by nearly half in an instant under this fierce attack.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha on the opposite side was also secretly shocked when he saw this situation.

Although the Gengjin Lingsi he controls is a five-element magic, it contains profound mysteries.

This was obtained when the Millennium Corpse King guarded the ancient tomb and used the power of the Yin Fire in the earth's veins to temper the Xuanming Golden Mother.

After being soaked in corpse qi for three thousand years, this golden thread has undergone strange changes. Once an ordinary magic weapon touches it, it will immediately collapse.

In past trials, ice barriers of the same level had been unable to withstand its edge, but it was unexpected that it would be blocked by this purple crystal ice barrier at this moment. This was beyond the monster's prediction.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha's bones were trembling, and his face covered with scales was as frozen as iron.

The dark evil thread that he had gathered through thousands of years of cultivation was annihilated in an instant. At this moment, only a trace of evil energy remained in the puppet's body, which was only enough to maintain basic movements, and it was no longer possible to activate the killing technique.

The spiritual weapon that was emitting three colors of mysterious light just now was able to easily break his innate secret technique.

When the wheel of light containing the power of the laws of heaven and earth swept past, his soul actually trembled.

Such power has already reached the fundamental realm of the Golden Body Moon Corpse.

This kind of profound power that touches upon the great principles of the Dao should be a magical power that only a cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation can control.

The pupil on the Silver-Winged Yaksha's forehead suddenly shrank, and his gaze was fixed on the ordinary-looking feather fan.

If you can get a magic weapon that matches this skill, you may be able to fight against it.

However, ever since the awakening of his spiritual intelligence, he has been trapped in this small space, and even the natural treasures needed to refine his own spiritual weapon are unavailable.

If a group of reckless monks had not accidentally touched the forbidden secret realm three hundred years ago, it would have been difficult for it to use the blood sacrifice secret technique to condense this evil incarnation.

Among the magical instruments left behind by those monks, only the Xuanyin Magic Mirror that can distort the void is still usable, but now it is broken into pieces.

When he thought of this, the cruelty and brutality in his heart surged like a tide and was difficult to calm down.

Suddenly, a long and sharp howl was heard from the Silver-Winged Yaksha, and a golden light suddenly grew stronger around the body.

The golden ball of light that was originally suspended in the air, like a tired bird returning to its nest, all merged into his body and condensed into a dazzling golden armor engraved with Sanskrit on his body surface.

At the same time, he suddenly opened his mouth and his life corpse pill whizzed out.

The pitch-black pill instantly turned into rolling black mist like a gust of wind, staining the golden armor with a strange dark gold.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and the runes on the Three Flame Fan suddenly lit up.

The three colors of mysterious light swirled and intertwined between the fan bones, faintly outlining the hazy contours of the three ancient true spirits: phoenix, dragon, and peng.

Suddenly, the entire light curtain space shook violently, and countless tiny space cracks spread wildly between the two people like a spider web.

Wang Lin's expression was stern, and a sneer quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

And, in the blink of an eye, he suddenly noticed a strange fluctuation coming from the formation plate under his feet.

The jade array pattern seemed to have life, moving nimbly and flashing a mysterious and strange light.

The gray fog barrier that originally filled the surroundings and covered the entire area tightly was like morning dew encountering the illumination of the rising sun.

It lost its original form in an instant and disappeared without a trace at an astonishing speed.

The monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual light at his fingertips suddenly froze.

"Teleportation technique?"

A hint of joy appeared in Wang Lin's eyes.

I have been pretending for so long and finally waited for this moment.

You can enter Kunwu Mountain.

As the array patterns flowed, the ancient seal characters destroyed and reformed in an orderly manner, which was clearly a sign of tearing open the void barrier!
Thousands of miles away in the territory of Dajin, three secret places appeared at the same time.

In addition to the traces of the Silver-Winged Yaksha, there were also the shadows of three ancient ferocious beasts floating and flickering in the teleportation array.

The mastermind behind this drastic change is now standing alone on the top of the cold pond in southern Xinjiang.

The Ye family cultivators formed a formation in the air, and the water surface of the cold pond churned violently like a boiling pot.

A scholar in a green robe stood quietly with his hands behind his back at the center of the formation. The cinnabar seal between his eyebrows flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it contained a mysterious power.

Ten feet behind him, a monk with a face as red as a date and a thick beard was grabbing the collar of the formation master in anger, and his voice was like thunder:
"Where exactly is the Heaven Covering Formation? At midnight last night, 3,600 prohibitions were carefully laid down. Now the forbidden celestial phenomena have been broken and are rushing straight to Douniu. Are you trying to destroy the entire Ye family and make everyone in the family die?"

In the center of the cold pond, seven black ice pillars stand tall and towering into the sky, unshakable.

On top of each icicle, there was a stream of starlight about ten feet thick gushing out. The light was so bright and dazzling that it seemed as if the stars had fallen to the earth.

Sixty-four talismans slowly moved around the column of light, outlining a diagram of the innate Bagua between the clouds that could be seen from a hundred miles away.

This picture is extremely mysterious, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The white-haired formation master called Linglong was now as pale as paper, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

He bowed slightly and said in a trembling voice:

"Report to the elder, it has indeed been activated at 3:00 pm..."

However, before he finished speaking, a scholar in plain clothes beside him flicked his sleeves and interrupted him:
"Have the flags at the Liuhe position been moved? Quickly dispatch the thirty-six Tiangang Guards to investigate the situation at the center of the formation."

After saying this, the scholar turned to look at the bearded monk, his eyes flashing with a cold light, like a sharp sword:
"Uncle San, calm down. If the formation cannot be restored within half an hour, I will immediately activate the Nine Nether Soul Refining Banner - within a thousand miles, no one will be left alive, regardless of friend or foe."

At this moment, the jade pendant on the scholar's waist suddenly emitted a green light, and twelve communication talismans flew away into the air like meteors.

Suddenly, sword lights rained down around the cold pond, and seventy-two Jindan monks rode on flying swords, whizzing towards all directions.

Who would have thought that this seemingly young Confucian scholar in front of him...

It turned out to be the Nascent Soul ancestor who had been in charge of the Ye family for eight hundred years. The pressure and momentum he exuded could not be underestimated.

After the people from all parties had dispersed one after another, the Confucian scholar in green shirt.

An ice crystal about three inches long slowly condensed on the fingertips, and then gently touched the center of Linglong's eyebrows.

He looked solemn and asked softly:

"If the Heaven Covering Formation is destroyed, will the seal here still remain stable?"

Upon closer inspection, the ancient inscription faintly visible in the ice crystals turned out to be the Ye family's long-standing secret soul-searching technique.

Before the scholar in green robes finished speaking, the silver-haired old man suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and immediately bowed and replied respectfully:
"Master, the restrictions in Kunwu Land have already shown cracks, and are now disintegrating at a speed that can be detected by the naked eye. According to this situation, within three seasons at most, the entire formation used to seal the demons will definitely collapse completely like a landslide."

"That's great, it's exactly what I wanted."

The young scholar held a folding fan in his hand and waved it gently, with a meaningful smile on his face. Then he slowly said:
"Send the order now, order those low-level clansmen to pack their bags immediately. You don't need to return to your original place, go directly to Tianxing Valley to hide and lie dormant. If anyone dares to show up in the world without permission."

At this point, the young scholar suddenly folded his folding fan with a snap, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and his voice became colder:

"He must be punished for treason!"

When the silver-haired old man heard this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he hurriedly responded.

After he finished speaking, his figure slowly dissipated like a wisp of smoke, leaving only a few ripples on the lake surface.

At this time, all the cultivators of the Ye family had held their breath and stood solemnly in place, like tall pine trees, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

However, within a short time, a beam of light suddenly streaked across the sky from the southeast and rushed towards them.

But a monk in a purple robe staggered to the ground, his face was ashen, and he reported in a panic:
"Master! The Seven Absolute Soul Locking Formation that I am in charge of has been uprooted for some reason. The twelve disciples who were guarding the center of the formation have all disappeared!"

These words were like thunder that suddenly exploded in the sky. Suddenly, everyone in the room was shocked and there was an uproar.

The knuckles of the scholar in blue shirt turned white due to the force he exerted, and the jade bones of the folding fan in his hand even made a faint cracking sound. (End of this chapter)