Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

At this critical moment, the five shadows seemed to have crossed a certain limit and collapsed with a loud bang. When bone dust covered the sky, the true form of the old demon Qian was revealed.

The Guiluo Banner in his hand, which was once a powerful treasure, was now as fragile as glass and shattered into pieces.

The hundred thousand evil spirits in the banner seemed to encounter an invisible terrifying suction force, and they were sucked into the dragon chains and disappeared without a trace.

"How dare you be so arrogant, you ignorant boy!"

The old demon Qian roared loudly, breaking the dead silence around him.

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and his natal demon baby suddenly appeared.

Although this Yuanying is only three inches in size, it is as powerful as a rainbow. Holding a bloody blade in its hand, it suddenly slashes towards the gorgeous starry curtain with an unstoppable momentum.

Where the stardust and the bloody blade collided, the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out, just like the beating of war drums, foreshadowing the cruelty and danger of this fierce battle.

At this moment, Bai Yaoyi looked solemn and dignified, with a look of determination on her face.

Suddenly, she bit her fingertips and a drop of bright red blood slowly seeped out.

The drop of blood slid down her fingertips and stained the Ice Soul Needle in her hand. The strange thing was that the Ice Soul Needle gradually turned red, as if it was endowed with some kind of mysterious power.

Then, Bai Yaoyi shouted softly: "Use blood as a guide, and seal the soul with black ice!"

In an instant, a hundred-foot cold wave seemed to be awakened suddenly by a prehistoric beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years. It roared and rushed up, turning into a majestic ice dragon.

The ice dragon bared its fangs and claws, carrying endless coldness, and quickly wrapped around the demon baby, trying to freeze it completely and seal its evil power.

Wang Lin had sharp eyes and took advantage of this perfect opportunity to decisively throw out the Three Flame Fan.

I saw green, yellow and red spiritual fire gushing out instantly, intertwining and entwining with each other, forming a huge spiritual fire net in a moment.

This fire net tightly enveloped the real body of the old demon Qian.

The flames burned and jumped as if they had life, carrying a sense of mission to purify all evil and burn the evil force to ashes.

Just when everyone thought the situation was settled and victory was in sight, a deafening dragon roar suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

The voice was so majestic and magnificent that it seemed to have crossed the long boundaries of time and space. It brought with it endless majesty and tremendous power, making the heaven and earth tremble.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the nine dragon chains could not bear it at the same time, and broke with a loud bang after emitting a series of mournful cries.

At the same time, half of the bronze halberd tip came rushing through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Wang Lin reacted extremely quickly, and twelve jade talismans flew out of his sleeves in an instant.

These jade talismans quickly arranged and combined in the air, forming a mysterious and complex formation.

When the tip of the halberd touched the formation diagram, it was as if it had triggered some ancient and mysterious mechanism.

The entire Kunwu Mountain seemed to be awakened by this power, and the veins under the earth were boiling and surging, as if countless living beings were restless.

Countless ancient prohibitions lit up at the same time, releasing ancient and mysterious power.

The addition of this force made this already fierce battle even more full of unknowns and variables, as if a more thrilling storm was about to come.

Wang Lin suddenly exerted force and crushed the jade pendant in his hand into powder.

In an instant, a teleportation array appeared under the feet of the three people.

When the space began to distort, his gaze turned to the red vortex on the top of the mountain, his eyes were deep and distant - at this moment, the complete Kunwu Demon-Suppressing Halberd was slowly taking shape in it.

The Yin energy around the old demon Qian was surging, and the white shadows transformed by the Five Demons gathered and dispersed suddenly.

He looked at the monks escaping from the light curtain one after another, and a hoarse laugh came from under the white bone mask:
"My fellow Taoists are so anxious, could it be that there is a soul-devouring evil wind chasing us from behind?"

The red-faced old man among the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect still had Yin Fire burning on his sleeves. Hearing this, he snorted coldly and said:

"Brother Qian seems to be free and easy, but have you ever seen three cultivators who can use the cold soul sword energy?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the swords on the waists of Wang Lin and the other two, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Immortal Sisan suddenly pointed to a certain spot on the stone wall and exclaimed, "Look! Why did this Liuhe restriction close prematurely?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his fingertips and saw that the originally shimmering sealing light curtain was now covered with spider-web-like cracks, and a blood moon could be vaguely seen hanging high in the sky outside.

Hua Tianqi released three small green phosphorus snakes from his sleeves. When their tongues moved in and out, they formed hexagrams in the air.

"How strange! This restriction was not broken by external force, but rather seemed to be..."

Before he could finish his words, nine rays of dark fire suddenly shot up from the ground and instantly burned the hexagram to ashes.

The old man surnamed Fu suddenly raised the Nine Nether Banner, and amid the howling wind, the shadows of eighteen bronze coffins appeared.

"Look, everyone!"

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist. Then the coffin lid opened, revealing the silver-armored corpse king sleeping inside.

"When we broke the ban three days ago, the talismans on the foreheads of these tomb-guarding spirits were still there, but now..."

"Could it be that the Corpse King Devours the Master?"

The only female among the elders of the Poison Saint Sect suddenly made a hand gesture, and seven-colored poisonous mist spurted out from the jade gourd on her waist, condensing into a barrier.

Almost at the same time, the nearest stone pillar exploded with a loud bang, and dozens of bone spurs wrapped in black air shot out among the flying debris.

The old demon Qian laughed wildly, and five white shadows condensed into a Xuanyin magic ring in an instant.

When the bone spurs touched the magic ring, they made a sound like the collision of metal. Upon closer inspection, twisted Sanskrit was engraved on the end of each bone spur.

"Nine Nether Soul Refining Technique!"

Hua Tianqi's expression suddenly changed, and the poisonous fog barrier suddenly thickened three times. "Old Ghost Fu, when did your Jiuyou Sect secretly collude with the Yinluo Sect?"

Sisan Zhenren suddenly crushed the formation plate in his hand, and the broken jade condensed into a star map in the air:
"Not good! This is not some ancient ruins, it's clearly..."

Before he could finish his words, the whole mountain suddenly shook violently, and thousands of blood-red icicles fell from the dome.

The red-faced old man from the Poison Saint Sect sacrificed his own Gu Ding, and hundreds of golden cicadas flew out of the Ding, forming a curtain of light.

When the ice cone touched the golden cicada, it made a sound like a baby crying. Every time a drop of blood was melted, a golden cicada turned into a stone sculpture and fell.

"The world is turned upside down, and the blood sacrifice has taken shape!"

The five demons of Qian Lao Mo suddenly let out a sharp roar, and a white shadow suddenly surged, tearing open a crack in the space, "If you don't leave now, when will you leave?"

As everyone was performing escape techniques, a huge formation suddenly appeared on the ground.

Eighteen silver-armored corpse kings slowly opened their scarlet eyes, and the bronze coffins turned into cages, sealing off the space.

The Nine Nether Banner in the old man's hand ignited without wind, and the faces of everyone appeared on the banner!
As soon as the scholar in white robe showed up, the big-headed monster quickly took out a bronze compass from his arms.

On the compass, the stars seemed to have spirits, flickering on and off, vaguely outlining the specific direction of the entire Kunwu Mountain spiritual vein.

I saw him lightly tapping the "Kai Yang" position with his fingertips three times in succession, in an instant.

The compass suddenly emitted a green light, and the corridor that was still collapsing was illuminated by the green light, and every detail was clearly visible.

"Friend Wang, please take a look."

The strange man handed the compass to the ancient demon respectfully and said, "The joints of these puppets are all inlaid with Yin Fu stones. Based on this situation, it can be inferred that they were made by the Ghost Spirit Sect eight hundred years ago."

When the ancient demon took the compass, the Xuanyin needle secretly in his sleeve was already quietly gathering strength, waiting for the right opportunity.

He pretended to examine the compass carefully for a moment, then suddenly touched a certain pattern on the edge of the compass with his finger and said:

"The star tracks here are in line with the Nine Palaces Dunjia. If we use the Lihuo position as the hub..."

Before he finished his words, the compass suddenly made a loud humming sound, and seven bright star rays whizzed out from the surface of the compass, condensing into the shadow of Kunwu Mountain in the void.

Everyone looked intently and saw eighteen rays of light flowing slowly on the mountainside, faintly forming the Tiangang Locking Soul Array.

"What a star disk!"

The Confucian scholar couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh, praising.

"Uncle Seventh's ancient treasure is in perfect harmony with Elder Wang's attainments in formations, and they complement each other."

In an instant, the ground of the entire magnificent hall shook violently, as if the earth was roaring in anger.

At the same time, the warm jade pendants on the waists of the Ye family's cultivators all emitted a strange blood-red light.

This is a clear sign that the outer warning formation has been triggered by external forces, indicating that an unknown crisis has quietly arrived.

The expression of the elegant scholar in white robe suddenly changed and his look became extremely solemn.

He just flipped his hand and took out his natal jade sceptre.

Along with a flash of soft light, a mysterious hexagram appeared on the body of the gui - "Ze Shui Kun".

"It seems that someone has broken the Nine Palaces Maze that we have carefully set up."

The ancient demon frowned slightly and tapped the compass seven times quickly and accurately with his fingertips.

In an instant, star-like shadows flickered, and several agile rays of light were clearly visible among them.

The ancient demon narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Looking at this thick bloody aura, I'm afraid the person coming here is from the devil sect."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of sweet laughter as clear as a silver bell from outside the hall. The laughter echoed in the hall, but it also revealed a bit of elusive mystery.

At the same time, the eighteen bronze palace lanterns that had been standing quietly in the hall suddenly caught fire in the absence of wind.

The blue-green flames burned fiercely, and the illusory figure of the Jiuyou Sect's elder gradually emerged in the dancing flames.

The shadowy figure bowed slightly, and spoke in an ethereal yet somewhat cunning voice:

"Fellow Daoist Ye is indeed extraordinary. He was able to set up such an exquisite and ingenious illusion array in such a beautiful place like Kunwu Mountain."

"Old Ghost Fu's Nine Netherworld Soul Transmission Technique!"

The big-headed monster's pupils suddenly shrank and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He reacted extremely quickly, and a command flag emitting a cold black iron glow instantly flew out of his sleeve.

"My fellow Taoists, quickly form the Big Dipper Formation!" With his urgent shout, everyone suddenly became nervous.

The Ye family cultivators took action upon hearing the sound, their movements in unison.

The seven people quickly took their positions as their magic power surged. A majestic aura circulated among them, as if forming an indestructible fortress.

However, in the midst of this busyness, the ancient demon was secretly taking action.

He pretended to make hand gestures and concentrate, but in fact he quietly activated the Xuanyin needle and cleverly planted a hidden move at the key point of the formation.

Previously, when he was deducing the formation, he had secretly copied the formation diagram. At this moment, he took advantage of the chaos and stuffed the blood-colored jade slip into his arms, attempting to lay the groundwork for subsequent plans.

"Why are you so nervous?" The shadow in the green flame gently covered her lips and let out a giggle.

"I came here this time just to make a mutually beneficial deal with the Ye family..."

Boom! A loud noise broke the brief calm, as if the gears of fate began to turn faster, and a thrilling contest began.

Before he could finish his words, the dome of the entire magnificent hall suddenly collapsed.

The silver-winged Yaksha appeared as if it was torn out from the void.

Its extremely sharp claws swung violently, instantly drawing out three sharp crescent arcs, and actually completely crushed the green flame contained in the Nine Nether Soul Transmission Technique.

Its scarlet vertical pupils slowly swept over the group of cultivators of the Ye family, and it uttered human words in a voice as loud as a bell, shocking everyone:

"How dare you, mere ants, covet the Demon-Suppressing Monument?"

The jade sceptre in the scholar's hand seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and shattered. As the fragments flew everywhere, the scholar spurted out large mouthfuls of blood and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

At this point, the originally exquisite Big Dipper Formation collapsed in an instant, and the seven Ye family cultivators seemed to be struck by thunder, their bodies shaky.

The ancient demon took advantage of this opportunity, shook his wrist, and the Xuanyin needle shot into the earth veins like a meteor.

In an instant, a thick blood-red mist suddenly rose in the entire hall and filled the surroundings, as if enveloping everyone in a sea of ​​blood.

"Blood Evil Sky Array!"

The Silver-Winged Yaksha roared angrily, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the surrounding stone pillars and causing rubble to roll down.

Its eyes widened with anger, and it shouted sternly: "Remnants of the Yinluo Sect!"

In this chaos, the ancient demon moved as fast as lightning, grabbed the scholar's sleeve, and shouted loudly: "Grand Elder, follow me!"

After saying that, the two of them turned into a blood rainbow and slammed into the side wall.

I saw that a secret door appeared quietly on the wall as if with telepathic connection.

Upon seeing this, the Silver-Winged Yaksha flapped its wings and tried to chase after them, but was surrounded by eighteen stone puppets that suddenly emerged from all directions, and was unable to escape.

Behind the secret door is a deep and secret passage that slopes downward.

The luminous pearls inlaid on the walls of the secret passage emitted a faint blue and cold light, like stars, illuminating the dark secret passage.

The scholar was still in shock and asked with lingering fear: "How did Elder Wang know that there was such a secret passage here..."

The ancient demon groaned for a moment, then slowly said, "When I was deducing the formation diagram just now, I accidentally noticed something strange about this place, so I learned about it."

After saying this, it moved its fingertips slightly, and a cluster of netherworld fire quietly ignited.

"This path leads directly to the underground palace where the Demon-Suppressing Monument is located, but..."

The ancient demon suddenly fell silent, and the flame of the Nether Fire flickered at the fork in the road ahead, as if foreshadowing the unknown danger and mystery ahead.

In the left passage, on the stone wall, blood-red vines were climbing wildly, and a corpse in golden armor could be vaguely seen entangled by the vines.

In the right passage, the ground was covered with dense white bones, and among the bones, there was an incomplete ancient sword.

In the middle of the passage, an ancient bronze mirror stands tall. Although the mirror surface has been covered with dust for a long time, it still exudes a frightening majesty. (End of this chapter)