Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

He gnashed his teeth and roared:

"Old Demon Qian, you have actually mastered the Shadow Nightmare Soul Enchanting Technique!"

In this chaos, everyone's attention was drawn to the various strange visions before their eyes.

However, no one noticed that the man in black who came first to report the news was now squatting quietly on the Qionglong chain.

His expression was focused and serious, and in his palm he held steadily a bronze compass engraved with the seal of Kunwu Mountain.

The compass is simple and heavy, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere, as if carrying countless secrets.

Zheng Wei was surrounded by starry sky, and his figure suddenly changed into a white-haired old man.

In his hand, he was holding a half-broken bronze halberd tip. His eyes were deep and cold as he spoke slowly:

"Demon Concubine Xueling, I wonder if this thirty thousand years of thunder and fire tempering is to your liking?"

From the deepest part of the seal, there was a sound of chewing that made one's teeth ache, followed by a burst of crazy laughter:
"Old man, don't think that you can trap me again by completing the Demon Suppression Halberd!"

I saw a crystal-like jade palm that easily penetrated the star curtain, and five broken demonic silk threads were wrapped around the fingertips.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the original spirit of the old demon Qian!
The white-haired old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and the tip of the halberd in his hand instantly burst out with a dazzling light.

At the moment when the starlight and demonic energy collided, the thousand-mile earth veins seemed to have suffered severe damage and collapsed.

Countless monks turned into streams of light and were sucked into the abyss by an invisible force.

In this game that has lasted for 30,000 years, everyone is just a chess piece left behind by the Three Kunwu Saints.

In this grand chess game, everyone has no choice but to play their own roles.

Zheng Wei had a smooth smile on his face, but secretly communicated with the three Nascent Soul Realm masters through the jade sound transmission talisman.

He mentioned that if they could form the Five Elements Mysterious Formation, even the old demon Qian would be able to defeat him.

He deliberately emphasized the three words "Poison Saint Sect" and gently rubbed the poison sac on his waist with his fingers.

Although the bearded man was wary, he was eventually persuaded.

After Zheng Wei showed him the gilded formation plate, the old man in purple robe also agreed to join the formation.

The scholar in green robes played the zither and chuckled, revealing the phantom of the Kunlun Mirror.

Finally, five rays of light of different colors formed a formation and disappeared in the pervasive miasma.

However, the smile on Zheng Wei's lips revealed his ambitions and plans.

A faint blue light surged in Wang Lin’s eyes.

“Break!” Wang Lin shouted softly, and the piercing evil-repelling divine thunder flew out of his hand.

Just like a group of golden dragons, they pounced towards the restriction in an instant.

And at this time.

The green-robed monk pressed his hand into the air, and the red clouds above the dome suddenly froze.

A crack suddenly appeared in the void, and a giant palm made of green jade slowly stretched out from the crack, grasping all the Feixia in its palm.

The obscure ancient spell resounded through the sky. Wang Lin crossed his ten fingers, forming the Mysterious Bird Seal. The Taoist patterns on his palms flickered, and the five fingers of the Dharmakaya suddenly clenched together.

"Fellow Daoist Wang!"

Bai Yaoyi's hair was disheveled and her robes were stained with blood.

Bai Yaoyi gently stroked her chest with her bare hands, the light of the Ice Soul Pearl in her hand flickered, revealing a hint of mystery between the flickering.

"If it weren't for Brother Wang knowing the secrets of the ancient prohibitions..."

At the end of the jade steps, a thin mist was lingering.

Bai Yaoyi clasped the Ice Soul Silver Needle with her slender fingers, opened her red lips slightly, exhaled wisps of cold mist, frowned, and asked in doubt:
"Why does this restriction create such a strange scene out of thin air?"

Wang Lin's eyes were as sharp as torches, and a three-inch green light condensed on his fingertips, slowly moving across the mottled and old runes on the stone wall.

As the green light passed by, the moss peeled off, revealing the dark red lines underneath.

What is amazing is that this dark red line is actually opposite to the cracked gully on the ground, as if there is some kind of mysterious connection between them.

"The immortal trap set up by the ancient cultivators requires blood as the guide. The blood ganoderma just now is the key to this formation."

Wang Lin said in a deep voice.

Bai Yaoyi gently stroked the tassels on her waist with her bare hands, and the ice silk ribbon instantly emitted a faint blue halo.

She looked deeply and thoughtfully at the faint red glow at the end of the stone steps, and said softly:

“The dragon roar that I heard on the mountaintop three days ago, could it be that the Ye family cultivator accidentally triggered some kind of ancient restriction?”

His words were still echoing in the air when the sound of metal clashing suddenly came from the northwest.

Wang Lin's body swayed slightly, as if the breeze was blowing on the willows. Wherever his toes lightly touched, spider-web-like cracks instantly appeared on the bluestone slab.

The three of them flew quickly and reached the edge of a cliff a hundred feet away in an instant.

Under the eaves of the stone pavilion, there was half a gilded boot print.

Bai Yaoyi condensed a glimmer of ice on her fingertips, and gently touched the edge of the boot print. After carefully examining it, she said:
"The person who left this mark must have at least reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and this mark was left seven days ago."

The old man named Fu standing nearby suddenly let out a strange cry and stabbed the back of the pavilion pillar with the black jade staff in his hand.

I saw a sword mark about ten feet long deeply embedded in the basalt, more than three inches deep.

The remaining Gengjin energy in the cross section condensed into fine frost flowers, exuding a sense of coldness and mystery.

"This is the Lihuo Sword Qi of the Seventh Master of the Ye Family!"

The old man lightly pinched a handful of stone powder, and a red flame rose from the palm of his hand.

"Thirty years ago, that old man and I set up a magic circle to fight in Tianxing City. The sulfur smell mixed in his sword intent, even if it has turned into ashes after years, I can still clearly recognize it!"

Wang Lin suddenly raised his hand and drew runes in the air. Three green lights instantly sank into the four corners of the stone pavilion.

In an instant, the ground shook violently, and dozens of bronze bells broke out of the ground, with dark brown bloodstains still remaining on the bell tongues.

"This is the Soul Locking Bell Formation."

Bai Yaoyi's expression suddenly turned cold, and the icy silver needle in her palm condensed into a six-sided ice crystal.

"It seems that the Ye family was ambushed here and suffered a great loss."

While they were discussing, ripples suddenly appeared on the light curtain in the southeast.

A white shadow, like a ghost, quietly passed through the formation.

The five skulls embroidered on his black cloak suddenly opened their bloodshot pupils, revealing endless weirdness and ferocity.

The black jade staff in the old man surnamed Fu fell to the ground with a clang, and he uttered broken and trembling syllables from his throat:

"Five Yin Mysterious Evils... This is the incarnation of the old demon Qian!"

Wang Lin's pupils suddenly shrank, and seven sharp sword beams instantly spurted out from the green jade gourd on his waist.

However, the white shadow let out a clear and crisp laugh like a baby, and the five skeletons broke away from the cloak and floated in the air.

In the empty eye sockets, green phosphorus ghost fire roared out. "Quickly close the six senses!"

Bai Yaoyi swung out the ice silk ribbon, which quickly wrapped around the waists of the two men, and the ninth-grade ice lotus blossomed under her feet.

"This is the soul-stealing magic sound of the Yinluo Sect. Don't be careless!"

As the words were still ringing in their ears, the skull closest to the crowd suddenly broke apart. Amid the flying bone fragments, half of the face of the old demon Qian appeared, with fresh blood on his lips, and a sinister voice echoed:

"Although the three youngsters are extremely alert, they are..."

The remaining four skeletons opened their mouths at the same time, spitting out chains that entangled the evil spirits of the underworld.

Wang Lin bit his tongue lightly, blood mist gushed out, and the bronze compass instantly turned red. Seventy-two brilliant star rays rose from the ground to the sky, weaving a large array of stars around the three people. When the chains of the vengeful spirits touched the star curtain, there was a clanging sound of metal clashing.

"Could it be that the lost Zhoutian formation of Kunwu Mountain has reappeared?"

The shadow of the old demon Qian flickered and distorted in the starlight, "Boy, what on earth are you..."

Before he could finish his words, a deafening roar suddenly came from the northwest.

At the bank of the cold pond at the western foot of Kunwu Mountain, Bai Yaoyi flicked her sleeves lightly, and only heard the faint sound of the ice needle in her sleeves.
"The five incarnations of the old demon Qian can actually pass through the Zhoutian Star Curtain. This method is truly amazing."

"This is because the old demon Qian cultivated the Five Yin Mysterious Evils to the wonderful realm where the real and the unreal coexist."

Wang Lin looked calm and said slowly:
"Three days ago, when the Ye family cultivator triggered the restriction on the mountaintop, did your Five Yin Mysterious Evil, which contained strange power, notice the slight tremor of the Dragon Lock?"

As soon as the words fell, the gray shadow suddenly twisted and deformed, as if disturbed by some mysterious force.

Immediately afterwards, the true body of Demon Qian slowly stepped out from the light curtain in the southeast.

Suddenly, the demonic flames from the Guiluo Banner that he was holding tightly in his hand rose into the sky and reached a height of nine feet.

The five skeletons on the banner slowly opened their eyes at the same time, revealing endless ferocity and majesty. The old demon Qian shouted angrily:
"How dare you spy on my soul, you are so presumptuous!"

At this moment, the old man surnamed Fu flashed and decisively took out the Xuanyin Gourd.

In an instant, green phosphorus sand spurted out of the gourd mouth and whistled towards the old demon Qian like stars.

At the same time, the old man surnamed Fu shouted loudly:

"Old Demon Qian! Thirty years ago, you secretly plotted against me in Tianxing City. Today is the time to settle the score!"

The green phosphorus sand in the sky, the moment it touched the magic flame, seemed to have life and quickly condensed into nine lifelike green dragons.

The green dragon roared and entangled the Guiluo Banner, trying to suppress the powerful demonic flame.

Seeing an opportunity, Bai Yaoyi acted decisively and quickly used her ten slender white fingers to perform the Ice Soul Technique.

In an instant, a cold wave surged out from the depths of the earth with an overwhelming force.

The area within a radius of thirty meters was instantly transformed into a crystal clear black ice barrier, which was extremely cold.

Wang Lin's figure flashed as fast as lightning and turned into a residual shadow.

The bronze compass in his hand seemed unable to withstand the tremendous pressure and exploded in the air.

Before he could finish his words, a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly came from the top of the mountain, as if a giant dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years had suddenly awakened.

In an instant, nine dragon chains broke out of the ground, majestic and powerful, like a dragon emerging from the sea.

At the end of each chain, there was a half bronze halberd tip, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. Seeing this, Wang Lin's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression became extremely solemn.

He waved his sleeves and twelve jade talismans flew out from his sleeves, disappearing into the earth veins like meteors. He whispered, "The Demon Concubine is about to break the seal!"

At this moment, Bai Yaoyi's Ice Soul Needle seemed to have a spirit and flew towards the gap in the chain on its own.

Above the tip of the needle, the cold air was so chilly that it condensed the dense demonic energy around it into frost crystals, just like ice crystals in the cold winter, flashing with cold light.

The old man named Fu standing by had a resolute look on his face and spat out a mouthful of his own blood.

Wang Lin's expression turned stern, and he suddenly crushed the jade pendant in his hand.

In an instant, a teleportation array appeared under the feet of the three people, and the surrounding space seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, causing strange ripples.

At the moment when the space was distorted, Wang Lin looked deeply at the red vortex on the top of the mountain.

In the vortex, half of the bronze halberd tip was slowly rising, as if a mysterious power was flowing through it.

Five white shadows suddenly dispersed like flowing clouds and turned into gray mist all over the sky. The old demon Qian was wearing a gray robe, and in the absence of wind, the corners of his robe fluttered automatically.

Nine black iron chains suddenly emerged from his sleeves, and the ends of the chains were all cast in the shape of skulls, which looked hideous and terrifying. The old demon Qian shouted coldly:

"Youngster, look at my Nine Nether Mysterious Yin Chain!"

Wang Lin's figure was light, and he tapped the bluestone with his toes. The green jade gourd on his waist flashed, and seven sword beams whizzed out.

The moment the sword light touched the chain, thousands of sparks burst out, illuminating this mysterious space.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Fu suddenly threw out the Xuanyin Gourd. The green phosphorus sand that spewed out of the gourd miraculously condensed into a nine-headed demon dragon in the air.

The demon dragon bared its fangs and claws, biting fiercely and wrapping itself around the man in gray robe like a spirit snake.

"The old accounts of Tianxing City from thirty years ago should be settled today!"

The old man's face was solemn, and his finger gestures changed continuously. In an instant, purple fire gushed out from the seven orifices of the demon dragon, and the raging flames seemed to devour everything.

Bai Yaoyi raised her bare hands lightly and performed the Bingpo Jue.

In an instant, a hundred-foot cold wave surged up from the earth's veins, like a sleeping beast being awakened.

The ice crystals flashed with a cold light, but suddenly exploded when they touched the chains, turning into thousands of ice cones that shot towards the face of the old demon Qian like a rain of arrows.

Bai Yaoyi said in a clear voice: "Although the Five Yin Mysterious Evils are amazing, can you recognize this Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice Marrow?"

The gray-robed man smiled coldly, and the five diffuse white shadows suddenly merged into one.

The gray fog condensed and turned into a devil's claw that was a hundred feet long, carrying endless magic power and slapping down from the air.

Under this powerful force, the demon dragon instantly disintegrated into specks of phosphorous fire.

"Kunwu Demon-Suppressing Halberd!"

The old demon Qian retreated violently, his grey robe covered with cracks in star patterns. He said in horror, "You can actually mobilize the power of the mountain soul!"

Before he could finish his words, nine dragon chains broke out of the ground. At the end of each chain was a half bronze halberd tip. On the halberd, ancient runes flickered and emitted red lightning.

Bai Yaoyi's Ice Soul Needle seemed to sense some kind of call and flew towards the gap in the chain on its own. The tip of the needle was filled with cold air, and it actually condensed the evil spirit into frost crystals.

The old demon Qian suddenly crushed the Ghost Banner in his hand, and the hundred thousand resentful souls turned into a rolling black tide, rushing towards the Qionglong Chain, roaring:
"I have been searching for the Demon-Suppressing Halberd for three hundred years. How can I allow you youngsters to get your hands on it?"

The old man surnamed Fu took out his life-saving magic weapon, the black jade staff. The netherworld bead on the head of the staff suddenly cracked, and he shouted sternly: "Demon-breaking nail, appear!"

Nine bronze nails emerged from the void and were accurately driven into the Lingtai acupoints of the five white shadows.

The real body of the old demon Qian shook and he staggered backward, with black blood flowing out of his seven orifices.

The seemingly ordinary old man had a sharp look in his eyes that showed he could see through everything.

Faced with the situation before him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a ferocious smile, while his hands quickly and accurately made hand gestures.

On the surface of the bronze nail, the demon-suppressing runes unique to Kunwu Mountain appeared faintly, as if carrying endless mysterious power.

Along with his cold snort, a voice slowly sounded in this space: "Hmph, don't think that I don't know that you have hidden restrictions in the Heavenly Demon Silk." (End of this chapter)