Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

"If I were not constrained by the rules, I would have used brute force..."

"Be careful with your words!"

Seven jade chips flew out from the sleeves of the leader and formed into the Big Dipper formation:

"Since entering Kunwu Mountain, there have been three restrictions in our spirits. The blood evil of the East Peak has not yet dissipated, the poisonous miasma of the West Abyss still exists, and the Swallowing Skylark Clan is entrenched on the dome."

As he spoke, the Twelve Yuanchen Bells hanging around his waist trembled without wind, emitting clear Sanskrit sounds in the silent valley.

The scholar in green robes stood quietly in the mountains, holding the jade slip lightly in his palm, his eyes reflecting the surging spiritual mist.

The big-headed monk beside him had red lines on his head. He suddenly felt something strange and his nostrils twitched slightly.

In an instant, the blood-colored sword energy in the palm of his hand was like a dragon breaking out of the abyss, whistling straight through the crown of the ancient banyan tree a hundred feet away.

The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind, and a silver-winged monster flapped its wings and flew high into the sky. The runes flowing on the edges of its wings flickered, and they actually eliminated all the sharp sword energy into nothingness.

"This is the Silver-winged Yaksha!"

The compass in the scholar's sleeve suddenly hummed, and bloody ominous lines appeared on the hexagram.

"These ancient corpse monsters have reappeared in the mortal world. It is likely that the seal crack has been broken for thousands of years."

The Silver-Winged Yaksha lightly spread its wings, and the thick corpse qi condensed into a hundred-foot-long black lotus, with a menacing momentum.

The scholar exerted force with his fingertips, and the jade pendant shattered, and nine golden locks slowly fell from the void.

However, the monster's body was strange and elusive, as ethereal as the wind, blending into the mountain wind and becoming one with it, making it hard to grasp.

A loud sound of glacier collapse was heard in the distance, and Yaksha's true body had already escaped to the top of the snow-capped peak.

"The secret of the blood chariot, start!"

The big-headed monk's eyes were wide open, red as fire, and the shadow of a blood-red chariot was faintly visible behind him.

The war wheels rolled past, and rocks collapsed wherever they passed, revealing the gilded spiritual essence flowing in the veins of the earth.

The Yaksha screamed continuously and spewed out poisonous miasma that could corrode bones, but as soon as the poisonous miasma touched the spiritual marrow, it was like ice and snow meeting fire, and instantly turned into green smoke and dissipated.

A mysterious light suddenly appeared on the top of the snow-capped peak, and Xiang Zhili stepped on the Bagua Light Wheel and broke through the air.

The old man rolled up his wide sleeves, and seventy-two bronze coins flew out, transforming into a Zhoutian Star Array, trapping the Yaksha firmly in the array.

"How can we allow you, the lowly ones, to dare to meddle with the Kunwu Seal!"

He put his fingers together like swords, and the spiritual essence of the earth veins moved in response, transforming into chains that wrapped around the monster's wings.

In the eyes of Yaksha, dark fire suddenly became more intense, and the corpse qi surged and condensed, turning into a ferocious Dharma image with three heads and six arms.

Xiang Zhili smiled coldly, and the remaining pages of "Taiyi Divine Numbers" quietly emerged in the palm of his hand.

As the hexagrams continued to flow, the veins of the entire snow-capped peak seemed to be twisted by an invisible force.

The gilded spiritual marrow instantly turned into a golden dragon-imprisoning pillar, which, with tremendous force, nailed the monster into the ice.

"The Ye family kid,"

The old man slowly turned around, his eyes like lightning, overlooking the many monks at the foot of the mountain, his expression majestic:

"You are obsessed with the Tongtian Lingbao, but you don't know what kind of evil thing is suppressed under this mountain?"

The voice was still echoing in the valley when from deep underground came a mighty roar like that of a prehistoric beast.

Then, the Nine Nether Rift at the top of the snow-capped peak slowly opened, like a portal leading to an endless abyss.

"You knew the road ahead was extremely difficult and dangerous, yet you still dared to attend the meeting alone. This recklessness and courage really impressed me."

Just as Xiang Zhili's scolding gradually became weaker, a clear and melodious female voice seemed to come from the void.

It is like the gentle touch of new willows in early spring, but if you savor it carefully, you will find that there is a sharp edge hidden between the lines.

When this gentle voice reached Xiang Zhili's ears, it was like an ice cone piercing his bone marrow.

The old man suddenly felt the energy and blood in his body suddenly coagulate, and a bone-chilling chill surged up from his spirit.

"The Venerable One has appeared in the world!"

The gray-robed monk's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"In the present world? Ten thousand years have passed since I broke free from those heavy shackles."

"If it weren't for the three old fellows from Kunwu Mountain who gathered the strength of all the cultivators to set up the ancient restriction, how could they have trapped me until now with just two spiritual treasures?"

The woman sighed softly, like the sound of a gurgling stream, but when Xiang Zhili heard this, his face instantly turned as pale as gold paper.

"There is absolutely no such possibility! The Nine True Demon Suppression Array and the Two Principles Soul Suppression Tower are still operating in an orderly manner. If the seal is really broken, why would the Venerable stay here?"

"It's just a remnant of consciousness bluffing."

The old man calmed down in an instant, and his originally cloudy eyes became clear again.

“He can actually recognize the ancient forbidden techniques and the two magic-suppressing treasures! Could he be the direct descendant of the three old masters from Kunwu Mountain?”

The voice coming from the sky suddenly turned cold, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be invaded by the coldness, instantly condensing into ice crystals and falling to the ground.

"I have no connection with the Three Kunwu Saints, but there are still a few people in this world who know the ancient secrets, and I happen to be one of them."

While Xiang Zhili was speaking, he quietly put away the Xuan Guang Mirror in his sleeve, and at the same time transformed his spiritual consciousness into thousands of threads, slowly sweeping the void.

"presumptuous!"

A clear shout suddenly sounded, and space ripples suddenly appeared above the dome of the stone pavilion. Mysterious runes intertwined with each other and gathered into a five-colored roulette wheel.

Colorful and brilliant light poured down from the depths of the vortex, completely enveloping the gray shadow.

"The world is turned upside down!"

Before Xiang Zhili could even scream, silver light suddenly appeared around his body and he tried to escape.

However, the five-colored mysterious light was like a dynamic lock, which froze his escape light in mid-air as it flowed.

In a moment, the old man's figure disappeared quietly like foam, leaving only the vibration in the void.

"It will take some time for us to recuperate... but those who come later will be blessed with great fortune."

“When I have recreated my true form, I will make the disciples of those three old ghosts in Kunwu Mountain sacrifice their blood to all souls!”

The crazy laughter gradually faded away, and the world returned to silence.

After seven days and nights, although the Ye family cultivators successfully broke through the numerous obstacles of the Wanren Xuanmen, they accidentally fell into the maze of the Taixu Illusionary Realm and were unable to extricate themselves.

At the same time, Wang Lin and his companions were also firmly bound in front of the Tongtian Steps by the ancient restrictions, and were concentrating on comprehending in an attempt to break the impasse.

And in the core area of ​​this mysterious seal - the shore of Xuanming Lake, more than a thousand cultivators have quietly gathered, and the pressure from more than a dozen Nascent Soul masters is looming and permeating the void.

Particularly eye-catching were the four elders of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who walked with light steps and stood out from the other practitioners.

The rest of the Nascent Soul cultivators were mostly independent cultivators who came here after hearing the news.

At this time, a disciple hurried forward and knelt down to report:
"Your Excellency, our exploration of the earth veins has yielded some preliminary results. Twenty miles to the southeast, we discovered a secret passage cleverly concealed by an illusion array." "The array masters are trying their best to break the restrictions on it. Although this array was set up rather hastily, the one who set it up is obviously very accomplished. It is estimated that it will take another three hours to completely deconstruct it."

"It is a blessing in disguise that we can find the secret passage."

The elder with green scales on his face tapped the jade staff lightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes:
"We have already wasted more than three days here. If we don't make any progress, I'm afraid we will become a laughing stock in the southern border."

After that, he changed the subject and whispered:
"Inform the disciples of the Formation Pavilion that when breaking the ban, they must use the Seven-Point Hiding Technique to conceal the fluctuations of spiritual energy. If there is any leakage——"

Before he finished speaking, three green phosphorus snakes suddenly jumped out from his sleeves, giving people a chill.

Upon hearing this, the red-turban disciple broke out in cold sweat on his back and hurriedly used the earth escape talisman to protect himself.

However, just when his figure was about to disappear, a sound like tearing cloth suddenly came from above the dome, and thousands of black feathers suddenly descended with a bloody wind.

Upon seeing this, the four elders simultaneously made hand gestures and cast a spell. A seven-colored poisonous miasma instantly rose from their bodies, protecting their disciples tightly.

"Five Yins gather at the top, and thousands of souls pay homage to the master!"

Elder Hua suddenly shouted loudly, and twelve white bone banners flew out from his sleeves in an instant.

But the black feathers hanging from the sky turned into ghostly fires as soon as they touched the banner, burning the void.

A strange laugh was heard from the gray fog in the distance, and five white shadows came slowly towards them, like fairies walking on the fire lotus of the underworld.

"The Five Yin Mysterious Evils of Demon Qian have actually been cultivated to the highest level!"

The jade toad in the hand of an elder suddenly exploded, and emerald green poison flowed on the ground, corroding a deep pit several feet away in an instant.

"This old ghost has clearly refined the five demon bodies into the Void Dharmakāya!"

The cultivator named Hua flipped his palm and summoned his natal Gu Ding.

What flew out of the cauldron was not an ordinary poisonous insect, but nine eyeballs dripping with blood.

These blood pupils floated in the air, forming a clever mysterious formation that could actually condense the ghostly fires in the sky into ice crystals.

“Brother Qian Dao has already mastered the seventh level of the Nine Netherworlds, so why do you have to embarrass us juniors? If the Yinluo Sect wants to share in this, the Poison Saint Sect will…”

"Noisy."

A crystal-clear jade-like hand slowly stretched out from the gray fog.

As his five fingers twirled lightly, the entire lake seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and suddenly hung upside down in the sky. Hundreds of monks were caught off guard and fell into the void.

Under such power, the protective auras of the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect were as easy to shatter as paper.

A fishy-sweet feeling surged in the throat of the monk surnamed Hua, but he saw the five white shadows already stepping on the backward flowing waterfall and walking calmly towards the seal at the bottom of the lake.

"Boom——"

On the east side of the lake, the earth waves suddenly exploded, and a dark figure broke through the earth and rushed into the sky, with a powerful true energy wrapped in an angry roar, shaking the sky:
"The seal of the Northern Territory has revealed a three-foot crack, and the Poison Saint Sect is using the formation slaves to break the ban and escape!"

These words were like thunder that split the sky. The lake surface suddenly became rippled and the magic weapons of thousands of cultivators resonated and hummed continuously.

In the northwest corner, two independent cultivators were fighting fiercely. They were caught off guard and their meridians were disrupted by the pressure. They staggered and fell into the green waves.

"Bold maniac!"

Seven blue-robed monks shot out from the cracks in the earth veins, their sleeves fluttering and hundreds-foot-long soul-locking chains whizzing out.

However, the person who brought the news seemed to be well prepared. His body turned into a speck of phosphorous fire, and his real body, with the help of the blood escape technique, escaped ten miles away in an instant, leaving only a string of sneers echoing in the clouds.

The jade ring in the hand of Elder Hua shattered with a sound, and cracks spread.

Above the sky, the five white shadows of the old demon Qian suddenly condensed into a black ice lotus platform. The netherworld demonic sound penetrated the earth veins and laughed grimly:

"I was just worried that there was no one to lead the way, and Fellow Daoist Hua's move has fulfilled my need to contract a ghost."

After saying this, the five white shadows turned into liquid mercury like living things, silently seeping into the cracks in the ground. Wherever they passed, the rocks were corroded and turned into powder.

"Set up the Ten Thousand Poison Miasma Array!"

The four elders of the Poison Saint Sect shouted in unison and bit their tongues at the same time. Their blood and essence gushed out, interweaving and condensing in the air, transforming into the phantom of a Nine-Prime Minister Liu.

The nine heads of the ferocious beast roared at the same time, spewing out dark green poisonous fog that covered the sky and the sun. In an instant, the area within a radius of thirty miles was covered by the green poisonous sea.

Everything is half a step too late.

In the deepest part of the ground, in front of the ancient seal a thousand feet away, five white shadows like spirits were slowly seeping out from the hard rock wall.

The demonic figure at the head had a solid figure, exuding an indescribable strange aura.

He just raised his hand and tapped lightly. The action seemed casual, but it contained endless mystery and power.

At this time, the twelve Poison Saint Sect formation masters were guarding this key location.

His originally clear eyes suddenly turned blood red, as if some mysterious power had invaded his soul.

They completely disregarded their previous perseverance and responsibilities, turned around and faced the forbidden light curtain, and made hand gestures frantically with their fingers flying.

If you look closely, you will find that their necks have been wrapped with almost transparent silk threads.

The thread was so thin that it was almost imperceptible, and the other end seemed to be hidden in the void, with no beginning or end in sight.

This is the long-standing secret of the Yinluo Sect, the Demonic Pulling Technique, a strange and evil technique that makes people shudder at the mere mention of it.

"Click——"

A slight sound, like something breaking, broke the extremely tense atmosphere.

The thunder force that originally covered the magic gap and flashed with lightning suddenly dimmed by three points, as if it had lost its former sharpness in the face of this invisible force.

The bodies of the formation masters who were sacrificed in blood shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if their life force was being ruthlessly drained away by some evil existence.

Then, the twelve essences of his life transformed into red snake shadows, and drilled into the forbidden cracks in a nimble and strange manner.

In an instant, the thousand-mile ground veins began to tremble violently as if a giant beast had been awakened. The earth seemed to be groaning in pain, with dust flying and rocks rolling down.

Following a flash of strange light, nine dragon chains that had been sealed for ten thousand years slowly emerged from the empty void.

Each chain exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if carrying the accumulation of endless years.

At the end of the chain, a creepy chewing sound could be heard faintly. The sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people feel terrified.

On the ground, many wandering cultivators were originally paying close attention to the movements around them, but suddenly they let out screams.

They were horrified to find that their shadows seemed to have come to life, twisting and changing, gradually taking on the form of evil spirits.

The shadow in the form of an evil spirit exuded a gloomy aura, as if it was going to devour their souls.

Elder Hua was extremely anxious upon seeing this, and hurriedly sacrificed his own natal Gu King in an attempt to save the situation.

However, what he never expected was that the natal Gu King suddenly retaliated.

The Gu King's eight sharp spider legs fiercely pierced into the master's shoulder blade. Elder Hua's face suddenly twisted, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. (End of this chapter)