Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Wang Lin nodded slightly, looking deeply at the only exit, then narrowed his eyes slightly and said solemnly:

"Good! This is a good plan for the moment. The two Taoist friends have consumed a lot of their magic power, so you should rest and recover here while I go to explore where this place is."

Wang Lin stood at the end of a long and narrow stone platform, surrounded by steep cliffs that seemed like a natural moat.

Looking up, there was only a ray of pale light in the sky, which seemed to be the last ray of hope in this world.

Looking back at the road we have come, we are also surrounded by cliffs thousands of feet high. The two mountains are like the hands of a giant god, firmly clamping this platform.

As Wang Lin explored with his spiritual sense, he discovered that this was a canyon hidden deep in the earth's veins.

He was surrounded by red light, which instantly transformed into a stunning rainbow that shot straight into the sky.

After breaking through the canyon's confinement and hovering in mid-air, the scene he saw before him made his pupils shrink suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Lin controlled the escape light and rushed past, turning into a scene of thousands of miles, and finally returned to the original place.

I have to say, this place is worthy of being called Kunwu Mountain, it has a huge space.

Even though he had seen the eighty-first-floor stepped cave on the Holy Mountain of Tianxing City in Chaos Star Sea, Wang Lin still couldn't help showing surprise.

Compared with the towering mountain that connects the sky to the earth, the holy mountain cave is as small as a sand castle built by a child.

The majestic aura displayed by this mountain has already transcended the scope of ordinary mountains.

It seems like the spine of an ancient god left in the human world, carrying endless mystery and majesty.

What shook his heart even more was the milky white light shield that enveloped the entire giant peak.

This restriction seemed to have fallen from the clouds in the sky, like an inverted glass bowl, sealing the mountain tightly inside.

Looking into the distance, wherever you can see, you can see the boundless spiritual light, the shining light is awe-inspiring.

This kind of means with the power to move mountains and fill the sea can probably only be performed by the legendary powerful person who has achieved the state of refining the void and merging the Tao.

Wang Lin condensed a three-inch green light at his fingertips, which stopped abruptly about an inch away from the light curtain.

Although the mysterious barrier has not been touched, the skin can clearly feel the surging power of the wild world.

In his opinion, even if a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage came in person, facing such ancient restrictions, he would be like an ant trying to shake a towering tree, completely powerless.

On the way back, an extremely strange silence seemed to be a bone-deep ulcer, following me everywhere.

On top of that giant peak, spiritual energy was lingering like a veil of mist, but no trace of any living being could be detected.

The ancient woods, which should have been full of vitality and surrounded by graceful birds, now looked like a still, dead object painted by a painter, lifeless.

Such a scene of reversing life and death and defying common sense could make even the rock-hard heart of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul feel a chill.

Finally, Wang Lin's face was calm and solemn, and he slowly fell back into the cave where the ancient teleportation formation was located.

On the rock walls of the cave, the moss flickered with a faint light, like countless pairs of eyes quietly peeping in, revealing an inexplicable weirdness.

The old man surnamed Fu and Bai Yaoyi both nodded in agreement.

The former looked calm and composed, without showing any sign of abnormality.

The latter bent her slender waist slightly and sat upright on the bluestone.

She slowly made hand gestures, and the spiritual energy around her body gradually condensed. It was obvious that she had entered a state of calming and regulating her breathing.

His spiritual consciousness was like a dense spider web, spreading and penetrating into the void.

The remaining evil aura of the Silver-Winged Yaksha was still lingering in his nose, so he had to be on guard against secret attacks from that monster.

In fact, what worries him most is the Yinzhi horse.

Previously, a secret method was used to plant a soul-chasing mark in the dantian of the two. It will take three days for this technique to dissipate.

If these two people develop greedy thoughts and make reckless moves, they can be sensed instantly even if they are thousands of miles apart.

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he wanted to see whether these two juniors knew how to advance and retreat.

The passage in the mountain was deep and winding, and the bluestone steps spiraled upward like a dragon. Wang Lin walked in the air with his hands behind his back, his clothes rustling in the wind.

Suddenly, he felt a strange spiritual pressure around him. His brows slightly furrowed. It seemed as if the stone steps had no end.

He flew for half an incense stick at the speed of his Nascent Soul stage, but still could not see the end of the passage.

Just as he was trying to figure out whether he had mistakenly entered an illusion, the view in front of him suddenly opened up.

The cloud platform paved with green jade extends for thousands of feet, with dragon pillars on the four corners standing tall and majestically towards the sky, and spiritual mist wrapped around it like a light gauze.

He took a deep breath, and the fresh air of plants and trees penetrated directly into his purple palace, which was more than 30% richer than that of the outside world.

Wang Lin stood in the air, his consciousness carefully scanning every inch of the brick cracks, and the look of surprise on his face gradually deepened.

The restrictions here are so mysterious that even he, a master of formations, finds it difficult to comprehend the essence of them.

When Wang Lin returned to the cave, fireflies flickered on the bluestone wall, illuminating two figures of meditation.

The old man surnamed Fu is in a posture with five hearts facing the sky, and seven tortoise shell hexagrams are surrounding him, which is extremely mysterious.

Bai Yaoyi made seals with her bare hands, and the tassels of the jade hairpin in her hair had frost-condensed into flowers, exuding an awe-inspiring coldness.

Wang Lin snapped his fingers, and a set of dark green formation flags whizzed out.

The twenty-eight constellations painted in cinnabar on the flag shine one after another and are arranged in a staggered manner at the entrance of the cave, weaving a star web.

"Click——"

The slight sound of the array plate being embedded in the rock startled the gecko.

The golden pupils of the spirit creature shrank suddenly and instantly turned into streams of light, disappearing into the crevice between the rocks.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators seemed not to hear anything and remained motionless like clay sculptures or wooden carvings. Only the cold jade pendant on Bai Yaoyi's earlobe trembled slightly, emitting a ripple of energy.

Three days later at midnight, the light of the seventh star of the Big Dipper penetrated the crack in the cave ceiling, and the old man surnamed Fu suddenly opened his eyes.

Three copper coins flew out from his sleeves, forming the shape of the Li hexagram in the air. He said slowly:
"Fellow Daoist Wang, this 'Nine Palaces Hidden Formation' is in line with the Zhou Tian Yi Shu. I'm afraid it has been integrated with the secret method of the Tian Ji Sect?"

Wang Lin held up the bronze array plate in his palm. The silver sand flowing on the plate outlined the terrain of a hundred miles. He responded calmly:

"This formation is just a crude layout based on the principle of the 'Armillary Sphere'."

After a pause, he turned his gaze to the old man surnamed Fu:
"However, Fellow Daoist Fu's 'Turtle and Yarrow Qi-Observing Technique' can actually see through the mysterious evil spirits in the earth veins, which is admirable."

Bai Yaoyi gently stroked the frost on her temples with her bare hands. A faint light flashed at her fingertips, and a ray of icy light curled out.

This mysterious light is transformed from its pure spiritual power and contains supreme coldness.

The mysterious light of ice soul slowly patrolled above the formation plate, as if a spiritual eye could see through the universe.

In a moment, its direction suddenly changed and pointed directly to the northwest.

Bai Yaoyi frowned slightly and said solemnly:
"The direction of the dragon vein in this mountain is unusual and unpredictable. I have traveled in Dajin for three hundred years and have visited countless mountains and rivers, but I have never encountered such a strange pattern. The mystery here is like..."

Speaking of this, her eyes moved slightly, and she glanced quietly at the ancient formation engraved with Kui patterns in the center of the cave. She seemed to be afraid, and the unfinished words disappeared between her lips.

Wang Lin shook his sleeves lightly, and a jade slip slipped out of his sleeves and hung steadily in his palm. A spiritual light flickered on the jade slip, projecting a fragment of the Kunwu Mountain scroll.

When the shadow of the fragment gradually overlapped with the silver sand on the array plate, a wonderful scene suddenly appeared.

The three people's eyes were all attracted, and they saw nine mysterious locks faintly entwined in the earth veins.

Judging from its aura, it was thick and simple, and was obviously a trace left by an ancient monk to suppress something. Although it had gone through many vicissitudes over the years, its power still existed. "Crack!" A crisp sound broke the silence.

The hexagram in the old man's hand could not bear the weight and broke into pieces.

The copper coin turned into fine powder and flowed down from between his fingers. The old man frowned and sighed:

"No wonder I predicted the 'hidden dragon' just now. The hidden secret of this mountain must be the work of some great master. And the matter of the infant-cultivating pill may not be smooth sailing either."

"The elixir must be refined, and the situation must be broken."

Wang Lin stood up suddenly, his posture as straight as a pine tree and his aura awe-inspiring.

Before he finished speaking, twelve streams of frosty air whizzed out from the spirit beast bag on his waist, like a dragon emerging from the sea. A hint of coldness permeated the air.

His eyes were deep as he slowly scanned a rock wall in the northwest.

There seemed to be a spirit there, and the dull sound of dragging chains could be heard faintly, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

Wang Lin and Bai Yaoyi looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

The three of them immediately divided the work and cooperated to carefully set up the Nine Palaces Spirit Gathering Formation in the cave.

This formation is extremely exquisite. It uses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as a guide, and gathers the power of yin and yang and the five elements, which can help you achieve twice the result with half the effort in refining the elixir.

Afterwards, seven layers of defensive array patterns were engraved on the rock wall.

Each array pattern is full of spiritual power and is flawless, seemingly perfect in form, and can resist unknown dangers from the outside world.

The old man surnamed Fu was also not idle. He solemnly took out the black iron alchemy furnace from his storage bag.

As soon as the alchemy furnace appeared, the Vermillion Bird fire pattern appeared on the furnace body.

The flame is agile, as if it wants to choose someone to devour, showing its extraordinary quality. This furnace is a sharp tool for alchemy, and it will definitely play a key role in this alchemy event.

Bai Yaoyi waved her hand lightly, and twelve icy needles flew out from her sleeves, hovering at the top of the cave, and then formed a frost restriction.

Wang Lin stood calmly with his hands behind his back, at the center of the formation. Thirty-six sword energies were hidden in his sleeves. His spiritual awareness was like an invisible net, covering an area of ​​ten miles in radius.

These three people seem to be doing their own job with clear division of labor, but in fact they all secretly retain some spare strength in case of emergency.

Just when the elixir fire was beginning to ignite, the Ye family cultivators were encountering another setback in front of the Xuanyu Platform on the waist of Kunwu Mountain.

A Confucian scholar in a white robe stood in the air, the jade pendant on his waist sparkled in the sunlight, casting tiny spots of light on the bluestone steps.

The white jade staircase is sixty-three feet wide, and ancient cloud patterns are engraved on each step. The spiritual energy is dense and condensed into mist, flowing slowly on the steps.

"Third Young Master!"

With a sound of breaking through the air, Uncle Seventh came rushing over on the bronze shuttle.

The third eye on his forehead flickered with a faint blue light, and he said in a deep voice:

"The restriction of the Wanxiu Gate is actually from the same source as the crack in the Demonic Abyss. If we rashly break through the formation, we may trigger the Yin evil of the earth veins and cause disasters."

When the Confucian scholar heard this, the folding fan in his hand closed instantly.

The seven star stones inlaid on the fan bones flickered, as if indicating the unpredictable situation.

The scholar was about to respond when he heard a rumble like thunder from the northwest.

At the beginning, it was like the collapse of snow on the distant mountains, and the sound was still slow.

Then it gradually turned into the sound of dragon roars and tiger roars, and the majestic momentum became stronger and stronger, shaking the copper bells on the eaves of the stone pavilion and making the crisp sounds echo in the air.

"Array up!"

Uncle Seven's voice was as loud as a bell, and following his strict orders, eight black Yin flags flew out from his sleeves.

All the cultivators of the Ye family moved upon hearing the order. The sixteen Yuanying elders quickly took their positions according to the positions of the Eight Trigrams, and each of them summoned their own natal magic weapon, ready to fight.

When the white-robed scholar turned his palm, the shadow of the Kunlun Mirror quietly emerged on the palm of his hand, and the mirror light shone directly in the direction where the sound came from.

In the mist, the majestic outlines of nine giant beasts appeared faintly.

At this moment, something strange happened inside the cave where Wang Lin was.

The vortex of spiritual energy above the alchemy furnace seemed to be stirred by an invisible force and suddenly twisted and deformed.

The shadow of Yin Zhima neighed and roared in the fire, struggling.

The old man surnamed Fu's expression changed instantly, and he formed seals with his ten fingers at a rapid speed, as fast as an afterimage.

In an instant, nine purple-gold chains roared out from the earth veins like dragons emerging from the sea, and tightly wrapped around the alchemy furnace.

Bai Yaoyi's brows were tightly furrowed, and a layer of fine frost condensed on her temples. The ice soul needles in her hand turned into cold stars, forming a cold star formation, and she tried her best to suppress the runaway medicine spirit.

The black-robed monk had a stern look on his face. He clenched his five fingers suddenly, and the silver shuttle in his palm began to hum and vibrate, as if it was ready to go.

Immediately afterwards, the silver shuttle left several sharp afterimages in the void and flew away like lightning.

The scholar in green suddenly felt his pupils shrink, and the jade pendant on his waist shattered for no reason.

Thirty feet away, dark clouds were surging rapidly, and the dark purple miasma seemed to have life.

It twisted and squirmed wantonly, carrying with it a disgusting smell, and pounced on everyone.

"laugh!"

The sound of the silver shuttle breaking through the air was still echoing in my ears, and a three-toed claw suddenly stretched out from the depths of the miasma.

The tip of the claw was shining with a cold bronze luster, and it collided fiercely with the speeding silver shuttle, making a crisp sound of metal clashing.

The dark green demon blood slowly dripped through the gaps between the scales, and the dark purple mist seemed to be boiling.

The water began to boil violently, and from it could be heard a faint roar like a dragon's roar or a tiger's roar, which was breathtaking.

"This is bone-eating miasma!"

The scholar waved his sleeves lightly and placed the Nine Palaces Escape Plan in the air.

When the hexagram first showed the "Zhen" position, the miasma seemed to be torn open by an invisible force.

Two demon eyes shaped like blood-red lanterns suddenly lit up, and the crisscrossing sword shadows in the sky were clearly reflected in their vertical pupils.

The strange-looking monk's expression froze. He bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the ancient bronze sword.

In an instant, the Taotie patterns engraved on the sword body began to glow one after another, and then transformed into a sword aura that was a hundred feet long, sweeping out with a whistling sound.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the rocks instantly collapsed and turned into fine powder.

However, when the sharp sword energy reached the three-meter range of the demon's eyes, it seemed to encounter a mysterious force and strangely dissipated into nothingness.

"Clang!"

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword that flew out of the scholar's sleeve suddenly trembled continuously, and spider-web-like cracks quickly appeared on the blade.

The scholar's face changed, and he suddenly made a hand gesture, and blood slowly flowed out of his seven orifices.

It condensed into a blood symbol and went straight into the Jiaozi beast head on the hilt of the knife.

At this moment, the knife light suddenly increased, and at the same time, the crisp sound of dislocated bones came from the depths of the miasma.

A lion-headed monster suddenly appeared, its lion head split open into three bloody mouths, each of which tightly held half of the monk's body. (End of this chapter)