Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The black-robed monk had a solemn expression on his face and suddenly shouted, "Lion beast!"

After saying that, he retreated rapidly, instantly opening up a distance of more than ten feet.

Then, with a solemn expression, he formed seals with his hands and sacrificed his own life-saving magic weapon - the Xunfeng Flag.

In an instant, the flag fluttered in the wind, as if it were given life.

Along with the surge of a mysterious force, strong winds suddenly arose within a hundred feet radius, and the whistling sound broke the silence of the space.

The monster looked ferocious and terrifying, with its four wings spread out, seeming to cover the sky and the sun.

Looking closely, one can see mysterious spatial ripples flowing among its feathers, as if they contained endless mysterious power, which is daunting.

The scholar at the side suddenly felt a muffled groan, and the Soul-Killing Sword in his hand made a crisp cracking sound under the influence of this invisible force, and broke into pieces in an instant.

At the same time, a thick purple mist spread out, as if it had life.

It slowly condensed and turned into chains that trapped the two of them tightly in this small space, putting them in an extremely passive situation.

Looking at the monster again, there was a tumor bulging on its back.

In an instant, thousands of bone spurs burst out from the tumor, and at the end of each bone spur, there was a human face.

Those faces were distorted and they kept emitting sharp cries, as if they were telling of endless pain and resentment.

"Formation!"

Following this deafening roar, inside the stone pavilion below.

Seventy-two green lamps slowly rose up, the lights swaying, emitting a soft and mysterious glow.

The Ye family monks looked solemn, following the ancient and mysterious Yu steps, and stood up quickly and in an orderly manner.

The flames of the lamps intertwined and merged with each other, gradually forming a mysterious star map, exuding a powerful aura.

When the lion-beast's sharp claws touched the light curtain, the entire mountain seemed to have received a great shock, and the ground veins suddenly shook.

Beneath the ground, there was a loud bang as if chains were breaking. The sound was dull and powerful, as if the earth was roaring in anger.

The scholar's eyes were firm, knowing that this was a critical moment of life and death.

He bit his index finger, blood dripped, and he quickly wrote blood seals in the air.

Every time a rune was written, a scale of the lion or beast would fall off.

It seemed as if the blood seal contained a mysterious and powerful power, which was gradually breaking down the monster's defenses.

When the ninth character "镇" slowly took shape, a strange scene appeared.

The four wings of the monster suddenly ignited with pale flames, and the flames were jumping.

The monster wailed like a baby, as if it was enduring great pain, and as if it was unwillingly fighting against fate.

"It's still not enough to control it!"

The black-robed monk's expression turned stern. He suddenly exerted force to tear open the talisman on his chest and instantly summoned his own corpse puppet.

The bronze-armored corpse king opened his huge mouth and swallowed all the bone spurs in the sky, and his chest swelled rapidly.

It was like a filled leather bag, and then it exploded, turning into a poisonous fog that filled the sky and the earth.

Under the double attack, the lion beast gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Just as it was about to flap its wings and fly high, looking for an opportunity to escape, the scholar's eyes fixed on it.

The last trump card was played - a bronze seal engraved with the words "Mountains and Rivers".

The moment the seal fell, the ground veins within a radius of ten miles seemed to be mysteriously summoned.

They rolled back and pinned the lion and beast down in the cracked rock, making it unable to move.

As the golden light slowly dissipated, the ferocious bird became decadent, with its head hung dejected, and the aura that had originally been shining around it also dimmed.

Suddenly, its four wings spread out suddenly, as if a violent hurricane like a thunderstorm was raging.

In an instant, seventy-two chains of electric arcs suddenly appeared in the void, crisscrossing each other with astonishing momentum.

The pupils of the black-robed monk suddenly shrank, and the soul-calming bell on his waist rang without any wind.

It turned out that this evil beast tried to take advantage of the thunder escape, relying on its powerful force to tear the space apart, and in the blink of an eye it had escaped to the depths of the clouds thirty miles away.

"Young Master, can you still hold on now?"

The gray-robed old man quietly put the three black ice spikes into his sleeves, and his eyes slowly swept across the faint frost patterns on the ends of the green-robed monk's hair.

The knuckles of the green-robed monk's fingers turned white from exerting so much force as he tightly grasped the half-broken blade, with black blood flowing down the blade.

It actually corroded spider-web-like cracks on the bluestone floor, which shows how toxic it is.

Above the observatory, the clear cry of a crane was suddenly heard, and seventy-two Qingming Lanterns lit up.

The Ye family disciples arranged the battle array in a strict manner according to the directions of the Eight Trigrams. In the star array they formed, the shadows of the Big Dipper appeared faintly.

The bronze armillary sphere at the center of the formation was spinning wildly, and the projected star map echoed with the fluctuations of the earth veins in a place thousands of miles away.

"Report!"

At the edge of the forbidden area, the sword light of the message came like lightning through the air, and the jade slip tied to the sword tassel showed a horrifying scene.

Seven chaotic light pillars penetrated the sky and earth. Wherever the light pillars reached, all the grass and trees turned into crystal stones.

At the intersection of the light columns, the shadow of a bronze door hundreds of feet long can be vaguely seen. The Taotie patterns on the door seem to have life, emitting an ancient breath of the primitive times.

The Xuanming Pavilion steward knelt on the ground, his black robe soaked with cold sweat, and reported respectfully:
"Your Excellency, there is indeed a fluctuation in the spatial rift deep in the Yin-Yang Cave. Three days ago, the soul lamp of Elder Fu of the Jiuyou Sect..."

He paused, his Adam's apple rolling, and continued with difficulty:
"The soul fire has turned green, I am afraid it will be possessed by someone else."

In the misty clouds, a white hand suddenly clenched, and the blood talisman in the palm seemed to be an awakened spirit, suddenly exerting force.

The jade slip underneath seemed to be under tremendous pressure and instantly turned into powder and scattered.

At the same time, a voice that seemed to carry a bone-chilling chill from the depths of the ten-thousand-year-old black ice coldly issued a decree:
"Quickly send a message to the twelve Yinsha Guards to immediately set up the Nine Nether Yellow Springs Formation and seal off the Ten Thousand Poison Valley tightly. No one can be left out."

"I must go there in person and thoroughly investigate what kind of existence it is that dares to covet the prey that my Xuanming Pavilion has already regarded as its own."

Three hundred miles away, on the shore of an unnamed lake, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred.

The seven coiled dragon pillars seemed to have life, rising from the depths of the earth.

On the pillar, the ancient seal characters seemed to be lit up one by one by an invisible force, flashing with mysterious light.

In an instant, the spiritual energy within a radius of 100 miles seemed to be summoned by some powerful gravitational force.

They gathered together and formed an inverted vortex of spiritual energy in mid-air, with an astonishing momentum.

Just at this moment, the five Suyun Sect disciples looked terrified.

The protective magic weapons they had used were like fragile glass and shattered one after another in the face of this powerful force.

The leader's face suddenly changed, his eyes were full of panic, and he shouted hoarsely: "Retreat quickly! This is..." His words were still lingering on his lips, and before he could finish, a huge bronze door seemed to be forcibly pushed open from the depths of chaos and burst open.

Inside the door, the chaotic energy surged out like a long-dormant prehistoric beast, ruthlessly devouring everyone in an instant.

Only five crystal clear skeletons were left there.

On the skeleton, the facial expression still clearly retained the horror that penetrated deep into the bone before death.

The jade talisman in his hand was still flickering with a faint light, as if telling the thrilling tragedy that had just happened.

Five brilliant white rainbows shot up into the sky, interweaving with each other along the paths of heaven, and in a moment they disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

At the same time, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the deep desert of southern Xinjiang. More than thirty indigo lights flew through the air like lightning.

Among them, the four people in the lead had red centipede totems embroidered on their sleeves. Their identities were self-evident. They were the Yuanying True Lords of the Poison Saint Sect.

The cultivator in the middle was surrounded by green-scale miasma and stepped on dark clouds.

Wherever it went, the sand and gravel seemed to be cast under magic and turned into emerald color.

"Sending all the best troops in the sect this time may lead to the risk of losing everything."

The elder holding the Green Jade Gu Ding on the left twirled his beard slightly and said thoughtfully.

In the Gu Ding, a cold light flickered and flickered, which was a sign that his natal spiritual weapon, the "Wan Gu Zun", was manifesting.

The monk in the center tapped the soul-catching bell on his waist with his fingers, and suddenly a cold wind howled:

"An ordinary cave is not enough to trouble us to mobilize a large number of troops, but if this matter involves the Kunwu Secret Realm..."

Before he could finish his words, the expressions of the elders suddenly changed.

The bone staff in the grey-robed woman's hand suddenly emitted a faint sound, and she said:

"Could this be the blessed place of ascension mentioned in the founder's notes? It is said that the founder of our sect inherited the blood of the Kunwu Guardian."

Three days ago, the spirit pearl showed signs of unusual movement, which was noticed by the monk Biwen.

He slowly turned his palm over, and a jade bead the size of a longan appeared in his palm.

At this moment, blood was flowing inside the jade bead, and it seemed to have a spiritual charm.

According to relevant records, this jade bead was refined by the first generation leader using the essence of the Feixian Stone carefully collected. It has the same origin as the Kunwu Restriction, and there is a subtle resonance between the two.

However, this situation was suspicious. Monk Biwen frowned slightly, his eyes suddenly fixed on the black cloud in the sky, and he said solemnly:

"The movement of the spirit pearl this time is quite unusual. The loosening of the seal is not caused by natural elimination. It is very likely that someone did it intentionally."

At this moment, there was a commotion at the back of the team.

Everyone looked up when they heard the sound, and saw that in the depths of the desert, countless grains of sand seemed to have a will to live, slowly gathering and condensing to form a strange totem.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see the shapes of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.

At the same time, where the poisonous fog was spreading, bursts of heart-pounding rustling sounds were heard.

Soon, hundreds of red-eyed scorpion monsters broke out of the ground, with their tail hooks emitting a dark blue poisonous light and a deadly and dangerous aura.

"This is Junior Brother Yuan's Soul Devouring Gu!"

The silver-bearded old man's face suddenly changed, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was secretly frightened.

Monk Biwen snorted coldly, and the green scales on his neck suddenly glowed with a faint light.

In a moment, the poisonous fog in the sky seemed to have spirituality and transformed into thousands of green pythons, rushing towards the scorpion group with a whistling sound.

As soon as the two collided, light and dust rolled up and poisonous fog surged.

Just as the chaotic sandstorm was raging, a sound transmission note came rushing through the air, and its sound was clearly audible: "Brother, don't be angry. The opportunity of Kunwu should be occupied by those who are capable."

When everyone heard the voice, they immediately understood that it was the voice of Elder Yuan who had been missing for several days.

The disciples of the Poison Saint Sect were still unaware that the Junior Brother Yuan, whom they often mentioned, had unfortunately become the prey of the Silver-Winged Yaksha.

After a brief discussion, the light around everyone suddenly increased.

The speed increased by three points in an instant, and it tore through layers of clouds like a sharp arrow and rushed away with a whistling sound.

For them, arriving at that mysterious place a moment earlier means getting three more opportunities, so they race against time and dare not slack off in the slightest.

At this time, around the lake in Puyun Mansion, hundreds of figures dressed in different robes were scattered like stars.

Above the dome, seven pillars of light that reached the sky and penetrated the earth shot up into the sky, attracting dozens of cultivators to circle around them while riding their respective magic weapons.

Their spiritual sense was like a fine spider web, carefully sweeping over every inch of land, not missing any tiny clues.

On the ground, those monks who were good at the secret art of earth escape would occasionally turn into yellow rays of light and quietly escape into the underground veins.

Not long after, he broke out of the ground with an unconcealable look of joy on his face. When he was talking in a low voice with his companions beside him, his eyes and brows were filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Apparently, the ancient seal that stretched for thousands of miles underground could no longer hide its traces and would soon see the light of day again.

The Ye family had previously spent a large amount of rare resources to carefully arrange the world-splitting formation.

Although everyone was eagerly looking forward to it, the entrance crack leading to the core of the formation still could not be accurately located.

Even so, this did not reduce the enthusiasm and expectations in everyone's hearts.

The spiritual light emitted by the sound transmission note rose and fell, flickering continuously, as if telling the anxious mood of the people.

Some were so anxious that they used their escape lights to return to the sect at lightning speed, obviously wanting to inform their senior teachers of the situation as soon as possible.

Looking around, among the monks present.

The Foundation Establishment monks accounted for about 70% of the share. Some of them looked focused, while others were whispering to each other, all attracted by the scene before them.

Occasionally, one could see a few Jindan cultivators hiding in the dark, with a restrained aura and deep eyes, as if they were observing everything in secret.

Most of the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage are young men with flushed faces.

Their eyes are full of curiosity and longing, and they are full of desire to explore unknown things.

In this complicated situation, independent cultivators and spies sent by various forces are also mixed in.

Some of them looked alert, while others pretended to be calm, each with different purposes in mind.

However, those Yuanying-stage monsters with high cultivation levels did not show up here.

After all, this place is remote, with neither spiritual veins containing rich spiritual energy nor the mysterious secret realm as rumored. How could it catch the eyes of these powerful people?

There are still two days of travel before the Poison Saint Sect's flying boat arrives, and the atmosphere here is already becoming eerie.

Most of the senior independent cultivators have already retired secretly. They know very well that such opportunities are like illusions and their lives will be in danger if they make the slightest mistake.

However, there are also some people who are new to practicing, with a glimmer of luck in their eyes, thinking that they can grab some opportunities in this turbulent wave.

Deep in the ten thousand feet of earth veins, Wang Lin and Bai Yaoyi's eyes seemed to be locked, firmly focused on the gilded tripod furnace. (End of this chapter)