Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

This tripod has three legs and two ears, and is suspended in the direction of Lihuo. The ancient thunder patterns engraved on the body of the tripod appear and disappear from time to time according to the magic formula of the old man surnamed Fu.

The green phosphorus infant fire that spewed out of the old man's mouth was almost tangible, and the seventy-two soul refining techniques were continuously injected into the cauldron. Every collision stirred up five-colored rays of light.

Amidst the rich medicinal aroma, there seemed to be the faint sound of dragons and tigers roaring.

Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the storage bracelet.

Yinzhi Horse is an extremely rare spiritual creature in the world and is truly a rare treasure in the alchemy world.

If the elixir refining attempt fails this time, I will need to collect the necessary auxiliary materials again.

The difficulty is probably like climbing to the sky, which is almost impossible to accomplish.

His eyes inadvertently swept over her and saw that Bai Yaoyi was trying her best to keep a calm expression, as if everything was under control.

However, the joints of her hand, which was tightly grasping Bingpo Ling, had already turned faintly white.

From this subtle detail, one can also sense that this woman, known as an iceberg beauty, is quietly experiencing some subtle waves in her heart.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the cauldron suddenly vibrated violently, emitting a low and powerful humming sound.

Immediately afterwards, thirty-six streams of rich elixir energy gushed out from the orifices of the cauldron like unbridled dragons.

It quickly condensed in mid-air and turned into a lifelike blue lotus, emitting a mysterious and strange light.

When the old man surnamed Fu standing by saw this, his hair and beard stood up, his eyes widened with anger, and he let out a roar.

Then, he sacrificed his own lifeblood without hesitation, and in an instant, a powerful wave of power spread.

Along with the impact of this force, the lid of the tripod seemed to be blown open by an invisible force.

At the same time, nine purple lightning bolts emerged like dragons from the sea, with the power to destroy the world, and struck straight towards the alchemy room.

Wang Lin's pupils suddenly contracted, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

He quietly drew out the Silent Sword in his sleeve and readied himself, knowing in his heart that the outcome of this pill-making contest would be decided at this crucial moment!

Above the rift valley where strong winds were howling and raging, Wang Lin stood in the air, like an immortal riding the wind.

His sleeves rustled in the cold air and fluttered in the wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, but his consciousness was like a precise spider web.

It spread out in strands, carefully capturing the faint tremors of thunder deep in the clouds, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

At this moment, two beams of light broke through the air from behind.

They were in front of him at an extremely fast speed in the blink of an eye. Upon closer inspection, they were none other than the old man surnamed Fu and Bai Yaoyi.

"This tremor..."

Bai Yaoyi spoke softly, and her bare hands slowly pressed the ice crystal earrings on her ears, revealing a hint of doubt in her expression:
"It sounds like the sound of drums beating from the sky, revealing an inexplicable pressure."

The old man surnamed Fu took out a jade compass from his sleeve. The star patterns on it flickered, as if it contained endless mysteries. He looked solemn and said slowly:
"I have carefully deduced with the Heavenly Secret Technique that the source of this strange sound must be outside the thirty-seven layers of strong wind."

After saying this, he tapped the edge of the compass with his fingertips, and in an instant, 72 hexagrams appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air. He nodded slightly and continued:

"What's even more bizarre is that this secret place we are in right now is like a small world of its own, and it can cleverly gather the subtlest sounds from thousands of miles away here."

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Fu laughed out loud, and his laughter echoed in the secret realm.

Then, ripples appeared all around him, just like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples on the lake.

Then, he quickly formed the "Kanshui Seal" with his palms, and his figure was like ink dropped into water, slowly spreading out and turning into a wisp of mist, quietly blending into the surrounding mountain mist.

This is the secret "Mist Hidden Escape" spell of Bibotan. Under the powerful blessing of the restrictions of this sacred mountain, even the consciousness of a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to detect his body.

Upon seeing this, Bai Yaoyi flipped her wrist slightly, and an Ice Soul Token suddenly appeared in her palm.

As the clear incantation from her mouth slowly rang out, nine ice crystal phoenixes suddenly flew out of the token.

After circling around her body three times, these phoenixes turned into stardust and silver gauze.

When the dazzling silver light gradually dissipated, only the faint fragrance of winter plum blossoms remained on the spot, but her figure had disappeared without a trace.

Wang Lin stood still, his aura gradually becoming steady, like the water in an ancient well, calm and peaceful.

After the two men finished casting the spell, he slowly took out an old talisman from his sleeve.

The Kuilong pattern painted with cinnabar on this talisman seemed to be given life the moment it came into contact with the spiritual energy.

The dragon became agile, and golden light flashed from its eyes, enveloping Wang Lin completely.

This talisman is none other than the "Hibernating Dragon Talisman" that had long been lost to the world.

When the golden light slowly dissipated, where Wang Lin was, only floating clouds remained, as if nothing had happened just now.

Soon, three invisible rays of light broke through the clouds and mist, winding up the mountain.

Looking around, you can see green peaks rising and falling one after another, with the spiritual energy filling the air, flowing like mist.

The towering ancient trees with luxuriant branches, nourished by spiritual energy, exude a warm emerald-like luster.

If ordinary cultivators saw such a scene, they would surely be amazed. This is truly a paradise.

However, the expressions of Wang Lin and others became more and more solemn.

"Friend Wang, have you noticed anything?"

Bai Yaoyi asked using the method of voice transmission, with a hint of doubt in her words.

"Although the vegetation on this mountain is nourished by spiritual energy, it does not show any signs of spiritual connection. It is really strange."

The old man surnamed Fu took over the conversation and said:

"I just used the 'Green Wood Secret' to carefully investigate, and within a hundred miles, there is not a single plant or tree that has become a spirit. What's even more bizarre is..."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and a piece of jade branch flew out from his sleeves. After landing on the ground, it instantly took root and sprouted.

But the moment it touched the rocks, it suddenly withered.

"From this, it can be seen that there is some kind of forbidden power hidden in the spiritual energy of this place. It is difficult for ordinary spiritual plants to survive here."

The three of them continued to move forward and another half a day passed.

At this moment, the scene before his eyes became increasingly bizarre and abnormal, revealing an indescribable sense of mystery and danger.

The mountain stream, which should have been full of life and filled with spiritual beasts, now only has the echo of the empty valley. It seems that countless unknown horrors are hidden in the silence.

The cliff wall, which should have been covered with lush grass and exuding rich fragrance, is now only covered with moss, showing its desolation and deathly silence.

Bai Yaoyi took light steps and suddenly stopped.

She stretched out her bare hand and gently stroked a seven-leaf Ganoderma lucidum.

Normally, this Ganoderma lucidum should be crystal clear, emitting a soft glow like a beautiful jade. However, at this moment, it looked like an ordinary plant in the mortal world, dull and without any spiritual charm.

"Brother Wang, please look!"

Bai Yaoyi looked solemn and let out a soft cry.

Then, she pointed her sword at frost, and a biting chill surged out from her fingertips, carving mysterious runes on the surface of the Ganoderma lucidum.

Normally, this rune should absorb the surrounding spiritual energy and emit brilliant light.

However, at this moment, the rune was like a drop in the ocean, with no reaction at all.

It was as if the spiritual energy between heaven and earth had fallen asleep and no longer responded to any call.

"This Ganoderma has the appearance of a thousand years old, but there is not a single spiritual charm inside."

Bai Yaoyi frowned slightly and sighed softly.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Fu on the side looked solemn and muttered to himself.

He was seen forming seals with his hands and taking out his own magical weapon - the "Qingming Mirror".

As the Qingming Mirror appeared, it immediately emitted a cold light.

Wherever the mirror light swept across, dense sealing patterns gradually appeared on the rocks.

These patterns are so intricate that they look like a giant net, tightly enveloping the entire sacred mountain.

"So that's how it is! The spiritual energy of this mountain is imprisoned by ancient restrictions. It looks rich on the surface, but in fact it is as stagnant as iron and cannot be used by cultivators at all."

The old man surnamed Fu stared at the sealing patterns with deep eyes and spoke slowly.

He raised his head slightly and looked into the depths of the misty sea, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Those cultivators... I'm afraid they have turned the entire sacred mountain into a cage! What kind of shocking secret is hidden in it?"

The words were still ringing in his ears when thunder suddenly roared down from the sky.

But I saw the clouds surging like boiling soup, and a space rift stretching for a hundred miles slowly opened up, through which the remains of towers and palaces appeared.

Wang Lin's jade pendant suddenly emitted a dazzling green light, and three ancient bronze coins spun rapidly like roundabouts, outlining mysterious trajectories in the void.

Bai Yaoyi's jade fingers lightly touched the Lingtai acupoint, and her joints turned pale due to the exercise.

The rich spiritual charm of this realm can even cause the purple palace of a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage to shake.

After just half a moment of breathing, the meridians were already filled with spiritual energy to a level that exceeded the results of three days of hard practice.

"This secret cave is probably where the great masters of the Spiritualization Stage practice in seclusion."

The cultivator surnamed Fu's throat trembled, and the Nine Netherworld Fire Cover on his waist vibrated spontaneously. The weapon spirit's thirst for spiritual energy was clearly discernible through the resonance of the magic weapon.

The Xutian Ding in Wang Lin's sleeve suddenly glowed with three-colored rays of light, and the ancient inscriptions on the body of the Ding were like a fish wagging its tail. He tapped the wall of the Ding with his fingers and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, please look at the southwest Xun position."

When everyone looked up, they saw seventy-two golden patterns appearing in the clouds, crisscrossing like a dragnet.

A jade array disk is hung at every intersection of the golden lines, and as the array diagram flows, it actually locks the spiritual charm of the entire mountain range into a nine-palace array.

"This kind of soul-imprisoning formation is extremely cruel!"

Bai Yaoyi couldn't help but gasp. The light from the Ice Soul Heart-Protecting Mirror in her hand flickered, reflecting the nine golden coffins emitting a mysterious aura at the center of the formation.

Her face was solemn, and she said in a deep voice:
"Could it be that someone is trying to turn this Kunwu Mountain into a living alchemy cauldron?"

His words were still echoing in the air, and before they faded away, the rock beneath his feet suddenly broke apart.

In an instant, billions of purple-gold chains roared out from the ground like long-dormant dragons.

After everything settled, Wang Lin slowly bent down and picked up the half of the broken stele.

Although the stele is broken, it exudes a mysterious atmosphere, and the inscriptions on it are covered with a faint dark golden luster.
If you look closely, you can vaguely make out the words "Those who go against the cycle of reincarnation will be imprisoned here forever", as if carrying an ancient and heavy fate.

But Wang Lin knew that this was just a trick.

The one hidden among them is just the Tianjing Stele that imprisoned the Holy Ancestor.

Just like the Dragon Seal, they are all backup plans left behind.

Wang Lin immediately gathered all his magic power and grabbed the crystal stone in mid-air with one hand.

In a moment, a red light hand appeared out of thin air in front of the stone tablet. Its five fingers were like hooks, stretching forward, firmly grasping the top of the crystal, and then pulling it up with force.

This crystal stone was indeed extremely heavy, but Wang Lin was prepared. Relying on his own powerful magic power, he pulled the crystal stone out of the stone tablet intact.

A crystal tablet emitting a faint blue light appeared in front of Wang Lin, with runes flowing on it and blue light flashing.

Wang Lin looked at it for a moment, his heart slightly moved, but his expression remained normal. Then he clasped his hands together and quickly tapped the crystal stele.

The crystal stele trembled slightly, and then its size shrank rapidly, turning into a half-foot-sized brick-shaped object in an instant. With a "whoosh", it sank into Wang Lin's sleeves and disappeared.

Although the old man and Bai Yaoyi were also very interested in the crystal stone tablet, they saw that Wang Lin had no intention of taking it out for them to see, so they knew what was going on and said no more.

Afterwards, the three of them had a brief discussion and immediately decided to walk up the mountain along the stairs.

At this time, they had already concluded that the faint rumbling sound came from the mountain.

So the three of them hid their bodies again and flew up.

Wang Lin had no idea that the roaring sound that reached his ears actually came from the Ye family cultivators who were trying their best to break the ban on a towering staircase somewhere on the mountainside.

However, the distance between the two sides is not as close as it seems. To reach where the Ye family cultivators are, they still need to cross a barrier.

After all, the location of the cave they arrived at through the teleportation array was much lower than the fixed location where the Ye family cultivator appeared from the forbidden crack.

At this moment, the weirdo and the eldest elder of the Ye family, both powerful cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, were hovering side by side in the air above a rock, without moving at all.

Not far below the two, the other cultivators of the Ye family were each in their own position, in a temporary magic array. They were using the power of the magic array to drive various magic weapons and frantically attack the huge archway that was looming on the stone steps in front of them.

The ancient demon also mixed in among the cultivators of the Ye family and others, holding a black flying sword that came from nowhere, and launched an attack with a grim look.

This archway seemed to have its own spirituality. It could emit thousands of rays of light on its own and absorb all incoming attacks. It was as mysterious and powerful as a rare treasure.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Zhenzi, according to your deduction, how long will it take to break the core of the Wanxiu formation?"

The strange cultivator from the Qingming Sect stared at the thousand-foot-high archway with flowing spiritual patterns. His knuckles tapped the bronze compass unconsciously, and a faint sense of restless spiritual energy emanated from under his robe.

"When the stars in the sky have moved for three quarters of an hour, you can start the art of breaking the formation."

The head of Tianji Pavilion tapped his feather fan lightly, and the star tracks in his eyes disappeared:
"This formation secretly conforms to the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams. It is more sophisticated than what is recorded in ancient books. No wonder it ranks first among the three great formations."

"We have been stuck here for more than half a decade..."

The alien cultivator groaned like a trapped beast, and the heavy black iron hammer appeared in his palm and then disappeared: (End of this chapter)