Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The scholar was about to speak when a jade pendant with a dragon pattern suddenly flew out of his arms.

The jade pendant was hanging at the fork in the road, vibrating violently and finally pointing to the central passage.

Seeing this, the ancient demon couldn't help but sneer:
"Humph, what a great Ye family! They even brought the ancestral Xunlong Jue with them."

The two of them slowly stepped in front of the mirror, and in an instant, ripples appeared on the bronze mirror surface.

What was reflected in the mirror was not the two people's own figures, but the Demon-Suppressing Stele on the top of Kunwu Mountain.

I saw that the body of the monument was covered with crisscross cracks, and nine black iron chains.

Three of them had already broken, and scarlet demonic energy was slowly seeping out from the cracks as if it were a living thing.

The scholar in white robe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slowly sweeping across the gilded seal characters on the jade stele.

At this time, the dusk was deep, and the eighteen jade pillars with coiled dragons were glowing faintly in the dusk, with each pillar having a top.

Pearls the size of bowls are suspended in the air, and their bright light illuminates the entire square like daylight.

"Golden Stone Pavilion..."

The scholar murmured softly, his fingertips gently touching the cracks on the jade stele, and suddenly felt a hint of coldness coming from the jade texture, so he continued.

"There is some Gengjin sword energy remaining in this restriction. I'm afraid it was the method used by the Tianjian Sect three hundred years ago."

The words were still ringing in my ears when I heard the sound of metal clashing on the stone steps in the distance. A silver-winged Yaksha flew out of the air, with blood still lingering on its sharp claws.

All the disciples of the Ye family activated their magic weapons to resist the enemy.

However, when the Corpse King flapped its wings, a fishy wind and turbid waves arose, and it rushed straight towards the "Xiangyun Palace".

"Chase quickly!"

The big-headed monster suddenly crushed the jade talisman in his hand, and seven rays of light lingered around everyone.

"This evil creature must have sensed the aura of the Demon-Suppressing Monument!"

When everyone was about to take advantage of the situation to chase after him, a blood-colored array pattern suddenly appeared on the jade bricks under their feet.

The ancient demon's eyes suddenly shrank, and the Xuanyin needle shot out from his sleeve. Unexpectedly, as soon as it touched the array pattern, it turned into molten iron in an instant.

The scholar in white robe had a solemn expression on his face and shouted in a stern voice: "Nine Nether Blood Refining Formation! Retreat immediately!"

In an instant, eighteen jade pillars collapsed, and the pearls at the ends of the pillars shattered and turned into phosphorous fire all over the sky.

Once the phosphorous fire touched the monk's clothes, it ignited into a green poisonous flame.

The two Ye family disciples were reduced to dust before they could even finish their screams. The silver-winged Yaksha let out a long, shrill cry in the rain of fire, and the silver feathers on its wings fell off one after another.

"What a series of killings!"

The ancient demon suddenly put his fingers together, leaving a bloody mark on his forehead. The Xuanyin Pearl held by his Nascent Soul flew out of his body, and he shouted:
"break!"

The moment the Xuanyin Pearl exploded, the floor tiles of the entire square seemed to be swept by a raging wave, surging violently.

The originally mysterious blood-colored array pattern gradually lost its former power under the ruthless erosion of the evil spirit, and the bottomless abyss hidden underneath was suddenly exposed to everyone.

From the depths of the abyss, there was a dull and long sound of dragging chains, and then.

Nine black iron chains emitting a cold luster broke out of the ground, with a huge bronze coffin tightly tied to the end.

The coffin is covered with talismans that have turned yellow due to erosion by time, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"Is this... the Demon-Suppressing Coffin?"

The white-robed scholar's voice was trembling. "Could it be that there is still suppression under Kunwu Mountain..."

In an instant, the coffin lid suddenly opened a narrow crack, as if opening a passage to the Nine Nether Demon Abyss, and the monstrous demonic energy gushed out like a surging tide.

Unfortunately, the Silver-Winged Yaksha was the first to be hit. Its wings, which had originally shone with silver light, quickly decayed under the erosion of the evil spirit, as if they were being ruthlessly eaten away by the years.

However, the ancient demon had a look of ecstasy on his face, and seventy-two Xuanyin banners flew out of his sleeves in an instant.

These Xuanyin Banners seemed to have life and began to absorb the evil energy that was dissipating everywhere.

"Elder you!"

The big-headed monster was both shocked and angry, and in desperation he used his own magic weapon, the Five Mountains Seal, to try to resist the raging evil power.

However, the ancient demon let out a hideous laugh, and quickly made hand gestures. The Xuanyin Banner Formation suddenly shone brightly, trapping everyone inside.

I only heard the ancient demon say coldly:

"Thanks for your guidance, I will gladly accept this celestial demon's body!"

At the same time, in the heart of Kunwu Mountain, nine Ye family cultivators gathered in front of an ancient and mysterious formation diagram.

The Seventh Elder lightly stroked the bronze star plate with his fingertips, and the star plate suddenly flashed with light. Three light shadows condensed in the void, pointing to the Kunwu Palace, Lingbao Pavilion and the Demon-Suppressing Tower respectively.

The seventh elder looked deep in his eyes and said slowly: "One of the ancient secret treasures must be there."

The blue-robed monk fluttered his sleeves, and starlight flowed out from his sleeves: "Although Kunwu Palace is the core of Xuanmen, it is ultimately like a candle in the wind. However, the Demon Suppression Tower..."

Before he could finish his words, the three-inch cold jade divination chip had already penetrated into the shadow of Lingbao Pavilion like a meteor.

"Respected elders, please be careful with your words!" The Xuanguang mirror in the hand of monk Fang Yi suddenly trembled:

"I observed the stars last night and saw a bloody omen looming in the Purple Palace. I'm afraid there will be some changes in the direction of the Demon Suppression Tower."

Veins popped up on the mysterious monk's forehead, and the soul-calming bell on his waist moved without wind:

"I want to see what kind of evil spirit can break the nine-layer restriction of Yin Ming Lock!"

After saying this, he slammed three bronze nails with Taotie patterns into the formation plate.

Suddenly, black fog appeared in the cracks of the Demon-Suppressing Tower's phantom, and it condensed into a half-faced ferocious ghost.

The torn page of "The River Map" flew out of the Confucian scholar's sleeve and ignited without fire, leaving burnt lines on the animal skin, leaving an ancient inscription of "Nine deaths, no chance of survival".

“That’s how the days go by.”

The Seventh Elder sighed and took off the white bone Buddhist beads from around his neck:

"Divide into three groups: Three disciples will carry the Hunyuan bracelet to investigate Kunwu Hall, I will go to Lingbao Pavilion in person, and as for the Demon Suppression Tower..."

His eyes swept over the Taoist Xuanjia in the shadow of the temple pillar and said, "Thank you, Taoist Yin Gu and his party."

In ancient times, the demon puppet seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, with flames flickering in its eye sockets, just like the flickering of ghost fire.

The sound was like iron spears rubbing against each other. In this deadly atmosphere, it was like a sharp sword energy that pierced through the deep silence and said coldly:
"With three hundred refined corpses clearing the way, we will definitely be able to break this restriction within half a day."

As the words were still ringing in his ears, his dark cloak slid off as if pulled by an invisible force, revealing his breastplate.

The Nine Netherworld Stone embedded in it suddenly emitted a chilling soul-devouring cold light, as if it could devour all the souls around it.

Among those present, there was a monk with a square face. The moment he took the white bone bracelet, a strange scene appeared.

It seemed as if a mysterious power awakened on the bone bracelet, and a mysterious blood-colored spell suddenly emerged, as if the ancient runes were telling unknown secrets. The Confucian scholar on the side had a solemn expression, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.

He muttered something, made hand gestures quickly, and then gently tapped the square-faced monk's brow, while speaking solemnly:
"This is the Blood Escape Curse, a magical technique to save your life. If you are in a dangerous situation where your life is at risk, you only need to use your own blood essence to activate this curse, and you can escape from danger in a flash, crossing a distance of a hundred miles."

When the three groups were about to go their separate ways, the phantom of Lingbao Pavilion suddenly began to collapse.

The soul-calming jade worn on the Seventh Elder's waist also shattered, making a crisp but somewhat ominous sound.

At this moment, from the depths of the earth, there seemed to be a faint sound of a sword like a dragon's roar.

It turned out that the seal of Kunwu Demon Halberd was quietly loosening at this moment!
The green-robed stranger led the three ancient demons onto the stone steps engraved with the words "Demon Suppression Tower".

The Taoist priest in black clothes bowed slightly towards the scholar, the bracelet in his palm glowed with spiritual light, and his figure gradually disappeared in the mist of the central passage.

The old man in Confucian robes watched quietly as the two figures disappeared completely in the mist, and then slowly turned to the old monk with white hair and beard beside him.

"Junior Brother Feng, how many array weapons do you have left in your inventory?"

The old man in Confucian robes asked.

"Reporting to Pavilion Master, according to your instructions, a temporary formation base is set up every time a restriction is broken. Now, except for the Purple Star Seven Star Formation, the rest of the formation plates and flags have been used up."

As the old monk bowed to answer, a faint light flashed from the storage bag on his waist, and seven purple crystal formation flags were already in his palm.

The scholar nodded slightly and said:

"Set up this formation here, and release the blood-sucking bats and golden-patterned bees."

After receiving the order, the old man slowly retreated, and the formation flag drew a trajectory like the Big Dipper in the air.

The scholar gazed at the end of the mountain path, with starlight flickering in his eyes.

Three hours later, the last group of people gradually disappeared into the third stone path.

At this moment, on the mountainside, Wang Lin and other cultivators were passing through the magnificent "Gate of Ten Thousand Cultivators".

The Nine Palace Maze Formation set up by the Ye family seemed to be useless in the face of the powerful might of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Old Demon Qian waved his sleeves lightly, and the bloody and evil energy in his sleeves surged out. In an instant, this exquisite illusion array collapsed and dissipated like bubbles.

When everyone saw the ancient and mysterious seal characters on the archway, the last doubts in their hearts disappeared.

Then, everyone took out their own magic weapons, and the magic weapons, wrapped in spiritual light, soared into the sky and went straight forward.

As we move forward along the predetermined path, the restrictions along the way become increasingly dangerous.

The flag formed by the ice and fire bipolar formation was so solemn that even a cultivator with a high level of cultivation like Hua Tianqi could not help but look solemn when he saw this scene.

Although everyone relied on their own profound cultivation to forcibly break through the numerous restrictions, their progress was greatly hindered.

By the time everyone stepped into the palace filled with a mysterious atmosphere and littered with stone statue debris, the moon hanging high in the sky had already quietly passed through the sky.

"My fellow Taoists, please be careful."

Hua Tianqi stared at the blue-gray rubble scattered around the hall, and said solemnly:
"Those people ahead actually used such a sophisticated Ice Flame Bipolar Formation. This shows that what they are planning is definitely not ordinary."

When the old demon Qian heard this, he could not help but snorted coldly and said:
"In this world of cultivation, if there is anyone who can come up with such a masterpiece, it must be the ten most famous immortal sects..."

Before Demon Qian finished his words, Wang Lin leaned down slightly and picked up a piece of gravel engraved with runes on the ground.

On the rubble, one could faintly see lifelike animal totems, and in the cracks there was a faint golden glow.

"This thing is an ancient stone spirit."

Wang Lin gently stroked the uneven texture on the gravel surface with his fingertips and said slowly:

"This was created by using a long-lost secret method to seal the spirit of the monster in a mysterious stone."

After saying that, Wang Lin casually threw the rubble towards the temple pillar.

There was a sound of metal hitting stone, and the broken stone turned into powder in an instant.

At one side of the hall, the bearded monk suddenly laughed and said:

"If Fellow Daoist Wang is interested in the matter of the stone spirit, he may go to the ruins of the side hall to find out. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Wang?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed to a collapsed corridor. Under the broken beam, half of a stone statue holding a spear was vaguely visible.

Hua Tianqi immediately activated his spiritual sense and scanned the entire hall carefully. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
"There are no new restrictions here? This is quite strange."

"I guess they have run out of tricks."

The old man surnamed Fu stroked his beard lightly with a smile on his face. At the same time, three treasure-hunting mice quietly emerged from his sleeves, very agile.

"Look at those people's formation equipment, they must have been exhausted by now."

Just as everyone was about to move forward, they suddenly heard Wang Lin exclaim.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Wang Lin gently pick up a palm-sized piece of stone with his toes. Upon closer inspection, they saw that the back of the stone was engraved with a complete spell to control spirits.

There was a hint of demonic aura lingering in the engraved patterns. When this demonic aura appeared, the five treasure-hunting rats instantly stood up and screamed.

When Wang Lin was about to answer, a gray-robed monk suddenly appeared from the side. This man was calm and had a kind face. It was Zheng Weidao.

Wang Lin thought to himself that this person's background was still unclear.

At this moment, the old demon Qian in the distance suddenly shouted: "How dare you be so arrogant!"

In an instant, five white skeletons made hand gestures at the same time, and ten mysterious evil spirits whizzed out from their palms, bombarding the shadows of the corridor pillars like lightning.

Amidst the brilliant purple light, a ferocious bird with eagle wings and a lion head suddenly appeared.

The beast was full of majestic aura, and as its four wings flapped, the sound of wind and thunder could be heard faintly. Its previously broken claws had now regenerated as if they were new.

However, seeing that everyone was on high alert and ready for battle, the beast let out a sharp roar, turned into a stream of light, and flew backwards, escaping from the hall in a flash.

Upon seeing this, Hua Tianqi's face suddenly turned pale and he said slowly:
"This beast is actually an ancient griffin. Its might and strength are comparable to that of a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage!"

In that mysterious world of immortals, the old man surnamed Fu and Bai Yaoyi looked at each other quietly.

At this moment, both of their thoughts were drawn to the even more ferocious and abnormal Silver-winged Yaksha.

They understood each other tacitly and kept silent, leaving everything unsaid.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on Wang Lin.

I saw him gently stroking the intricate and mysterious runes on the stone wall with his slender fingertips, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He seemed to be lost in deep thought, his expression revealing a solemnity and wisdom.

At the same time, the extremely ferocious bird had already flown to the ancient and deep forest in the back mountain.

Deep in this quiet ancient forest, a green phoenix tree more than three meters tall stands quietly, with green light slowly flowing on it, like a mysterious halo.

In this green light, the figure of an old woman in black clothes with vines wrapped around her waist gradually emerged. (End of this chapter)