Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

As the purple mist surged, giant green phosphorus bees flapped their wings and came to block out the sun.

Wang Lin flicked his sword finger lightly, and several sword energies drew mysterious trajectories in the air, but they were stained with a few drops of dark green demon blood when they killed several poisonous bees.

The sword's edge suddenly dimmed, revealing spider-web-like erosion marks, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The golden thunder in the sleeve suddenly surged, and wherever the thunder passed, poisonous bees poured down like a rainstorm, and the burning smell instantly filled the cracks in space.

Suddenly, several blood shadows appeared in the depths of the thick fog, and the three-inch bat fangs emitted a cold light from the underworld.

The sword energy slashed and made a sound like metal and stone. Wang Lin's sea of ​​consciousness trembled. This ordinary monster actually had a body of black iron.

The sword energy at the fingertips surged three inches and finally broke through the blood bat's breastplate. The dark red demon pill fell to the ground and burned through the bluestone, steaming up scarlet mist.

"To have tempered the mortal monsters to this extent..."

Wang Lin wiped the remaining blood from the sword and his eyes penetrated the purple mist in front of him.

Only ten feet away from the center of the formation, the shadows of the purple bamboos around it suddenly grew longer, and thousands of green bamboos turned into raging green waves, blocking the way forward.

Blue light flows in his eyes, and his eyes can see through illusions.

The seven sword lights merged into a golden rainbow about ten feet in size, which slashed towards the center of the formation with the force of splitting the sky.

The moment the spiritual light collapsed, the hundred-foot purple mist receded like a tide, revealing the true appearance of the white marble formation platform.

In the distance, four of the six spirit pillars had been extinguished, leaving only two flickering in the mist.

Wang Lin sat upright on the ground, concentrating his mind and regulating his breathing, his palm firmly holding the crystal blue jade stele he obtained from Kunwu Mountain.

This jade stele is quite strange. When it is not infused with spiritual power, it is like holding a thousand-pound mountain, heavy and difficult to control.

But once it is infused with spiritual power, it becomes as light as a feather and has no sense of weight at all.

On the surface of the stele, there is an engraved peculiar tadpole script, with the strokes winding and twisting, as if a nimble dragon is swimming in it.

Such ancient seal script is not even recorded in the Taigu Zhiyi, which is said to be all-encompassing and records many strange things in detail. This shows how mysterious and antiquated it is.

The Earth Armor Dragon was lurking in Wang Lin's sleeve, but it was restless at this moment. If it had not sensitively sensed the subtle changes in the aura of metal and stone that day.

This kind of peerless secret treasure hidden in the earth veins will probably never see the light of day again and can only be buried quietly deep in the earth veins.

"boom!"

Suddenly, two deafening explosions came from the northwest, like thunder, breaking the silent atmosphere.

Following these two explosions, the last two array cores were broken, as if a gap was forcibly torn in the tough line of defense.

When the purple mist completely dissipated, the furious roar of the old demon Qian roared out. Its mighty sound shook the surrounding stone walls and caused gravel to tumble down:

"Where is the old man from the Poison Saint Sect now?"

Looking closely, I saw more than ten winding bluestone steps, each leading to a different cave, like veins hidden in the dark.

The cultivator named Wei and the four poison cultivators had long disappeared, as if they were just phantoms in the fog, disappearing in a flash, leaving only a void.

Bai Yaoyi slowly and gently stroked the remaining lines on the array platform with her bare hands. Her cold face, as clear as cold jade, looked even more mysterious under the dim light.

He murmured softly:
"They obviously already understood the mysteries of this formation and deliberately lured us to break it in order to delay the time."

Before he finished speaking, a few specks of phosphorescent light suddenly appeared on the stone steps in the southeast direction, flickering like ghost lights.

This is a guiding mark commonly used by poison cultivators. In this gloomy atmosphere, it seems even more eerie and unpredictable.

Wang Lin’s spiritual consciousness slowly wrapped around the crystal monument like a silk thread, trying to explore the secrets hidden within.

At the moment when the divine consciousness touched the inscription, the inscription suddenly glowed faintly.

Those tadpole-shaped characters seemed to have life, swimming across the stele like nimble fish.

Immediately afterwards, these words condensed into a star map in Wang Lin’s sea of ​​consciousness.

The stars in the star map are twinkling, mysterious and profound, and the direction they are pointing to is exactly the legendary Demon-Suppressing Palace in the deepest part of Kunwu Mountain!

Wang Lin suddenly raised his head, his eyes penetrating the thick fog, and saw that the elder of Yinluo Sect had already led a group of disciples onto the central stone steps.

The blood-red flags fluttered in the wind in the narrow corridor, rustling as if telling of an impending bloody battle.

In front of the bluestone steps, a cold wind suddenly arose, as if the air of the underworld was surging.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha spread its wings, and between its flaps, bits of starlight fell, just like stars falling to the earth.

The nostrils of the lion beast nearby twitched slightly, sniffing the surrounding air.

Its sharp claws slowly scratched across the stone tablet engraved with the words "Zhu Ling Tang", leaving deep scratches.

The anxious growl echoed in the empty square.

"The human monks are quite alert."

The ugly woman gently stroked the animal skin bag around her waist. The bone flute in the bag seemed to be sensitive and made a mournful sound, as if telling some secret sorrow.

"There are traces of people on all seven paths, and the path to Kunwu Temple is filled with the aura of the old demon Qian."

The silver-winged yaksha gathered cold moonlight on his fingertips, slowly outlining a mysterious trajectory of spiritual power in the air. The flickering light seemed to contain endless mysteries.

"The Five Sons of Unity Technique that the old demon has practiced has reached perfection. This technique is an excellent weapon to break the Kunwu restriction."

After saying this, the silver light on his wings suddenly surged, shining like a bright moon.

Then, a phantom mist rose up, completely engulfing the three monsters and hiding them in this mysterious atmosphere.

At this moment, Wang Lin was stepping steadily on the jade steps, his posture calm and his steps steady. On both sides, towering ancient trees stood like guards protecting this mysterious place.

Strange spiritual patterns flow between the leaves, flashing with faint light.

It faintly resonated with the crystal monument in Wang Lin's arms, as if they were responding to some ancient power.

When Wang Lin reached the corner of the mountainside, he suddenly saw the clouds in front of him surging violently like a turbulent ocean.

Immediately afterwards, five-colored rays of light broke through the sky, the light was so bright and dazzling that it was dazzling.

When the light faded a little, a peacock with half of its body sticking out of the restriction suddenly appeared before our eyes. Its posture was majestic, as if an ancient mythical beast had descended.

"It's just in time."

Wang Lin pointed his sword lightly at his brow, his expression solemn and confident.

At this moment, the crystal monument in Wang Lin's arms suddenly emitted a faint blue halo, which was like a dream.

The inscription on the stele swam like a nimble tadpole, and in Wang Lin’s sea of ​​consciousness, it gradually condensed into a mysterious star track leading to the Spirit Casting Hall, guiding an unknown direction.

At this moment, a deafening roar was coming from the direction of Kunwu Palace, as if it was going to shake the heaven and earth.

The old demon Qian commanded five white shadows to form a mysterious magic formation and launched a fierce attack on the palace gate.

The dark and evil spirits intertwined and entangled with each other, like a huge net, pressing down hard on the ancient restriction and actually tearing a tiny crack in it.

In the dark, the Silver Winged Yaksha hid his body and quietly watched all this. Seeing this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and at the same time, he quickly made hand gestures. Hundreds of silver feathers fell from his wings behind him, and these silver feathers seemed to have spirituality.

He blended silently into the spiritual light that was breaking the ban, as if planning some unknown calculation.

"Yaksha is really good at this!"

The ugly woman at the side looked at the gradually dissolving restriction, a trace of greed flashed in her eyes, a blood-red jade slip slowly emerged in her palm, and she spoke faintly:

"After this restriction is completely broken for three breaths, the aura of the natal card will be at its strongest. That will be the time for you and me to take action."

At the same time, in front of the mourning hall, Wang Lin stopped quietly, staring at the bronze plaque.

There was a strange sense of resonance between the lightning patterns on the plaque and the crystal stele, as if they had transcended time and space, telling an ancient mystery.

Wang Lin looked solemn, and with a flip of his palm, he summoned the Earth Armor Dragon.

Although this earth armored dragon is small in size, it exudes an extraordinary aura.

The tip of his nose touched the door knocker, and in an instant, the whole building seemed to be awakened and suddenly shook violently.

The copper bells on the eaves kept ringing even without wind, producing sounds that seemed like the sound of forging tools from ancient times.

It is melodious and mysterious, as if telling the world about the vicissitudes of time.

"interesting."

The corners of Wang Lin's mouth slightly raised as he murmured softly.

After saying this, he put his fingers together like a sword, and a sharp Gengjin sword energy instantly shot out from his fingertips, drawing an exquisite Big Dipper formation diagram above the door.

When the seventh star slowly lit up, a magical scene appeared.

On the ground of the Spirit Casting Hall, veins like lava appeared, and a hot breath rushed towards us.

The forge in the center, like an awakened giant beast, erupted with the Nine Netherworld Fire. The flames burned fiercely, reflecting an eerie light.

When the flames died down a little, everyone was surprised to find that what was floating in the furnace was actually a broken bronze ancient spear!

Although this spear is incomplete, it exudes an ancient and heavy atmosphere, as if carrying endless secrets of the years.

At the top of Kunwu Mountain Range, the sky suddenly changed and a five-colored spirit bird broke free from its confinement and flew out into the air.

The bird flapped its wings and cried loudly. Wherever its feathers swept, the space twisted and collapsed, and the entire mountain range seemed to be overturned.

When the monks of various sects were breaking the restrictions in the halls, they were shocked to find that their life-saving magic weapons were out of control and suspended in the air, as if being attracted to the location of the casting hall.
It was that damaged ancient spear that was stirring up the dormant soldier spirits in Kunwu Mountain.

Wang Lin held the crystal stele tightly in his palm, and the inscription on it had turned into flowing star sand that lingered around his body.

The broken weapon in the forge suddenly showed nine vertical pupils, and each pupil reflected the afterimages of ancient and modern battlefields.

When the sound of metal clashing began to sound, he suddenly realized the mystery.

This place is not an ordinary sect's important place, but the place where the ancient divine weapons returned to!

Spiritual mist surged at the end of the bluestone steps, and the guardian formation of the Foundry Spirit Hall covered all directions like a sky curtain.

Wang Lin stared at the jade-colored light wall in front of him, and used his fingers to stimulate the golden sword energy.

"The ancient restrictions are extremely profound."

He flipped his palm and summoned the Earth-Armored Spirit Beast. When the beast's four claws touched the ground, its scales glowed faintly.

The Bagua formation diagram suddenly appeared on the ground, and it actually resonated with the spiritual energy of the crystal tablet in his arms.

This great guardian formation actually uses the dragon energy from the earth's veins as its foundation, forming a self-contained circulation system.

The moment the Three-Flame Fan appeared in the world, the golden, silver and red spiritual flames flowed quietly between the feather bones like lively elves.

Wang Lin concentrated his mind slightly, mobilized 30% of his magic power, and then gently waved the Three Flame Fan.

The shadow of the fire phoenix that should have appeared did not show up. Instead, an extremely hot air stream poured out like surging lava.

Wherever the raging flames passed, the light curtain seemed to have suffered a devastating disaster. Under the scorching heat of the blazing flames, it gradually twisted and deformed, and finally melted and disintegrated.

At the gap in the light curtain, the spiritual patterns were like fragile jade, crumbling and fragments flying everywhere.

Wang Lin's figure flashed and turned into a green rainbow. He quickly passed through the gap while the light curtain had not yet completely healed.

The light curtain behind him seemed to have life, slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Lin slowly stopped in front of the stele building and looked back. He felt that more than 30% of his inner essence had been used up. He quickly swallowed the pill and adjusted his breathing. When his breathing stabilized, he looked at the palace complex surrounded by red walls with a sharp gaze.

Not far ahead is the front hall. Above the eaves, wisps of spider webs hang down, as if time has stopped here and it has been covered in dust for a long time.

On the plaque, the three large characters "Bai Lian Ge" are mottled, faintly telling of the past glory and vicissitudes.

Wang Lin gently pushed open the door, and with a slight "creak" sound, dust fell down.

In the empty hall, there was only a black iron casting platform standing quietly.

Looking closely, the dents on the table are still faintly visible, as if still showing the world the grand scene of refining weapons here in the past.

Wang Lin continued to explore and checked seven pavilions in succession.

I saw that the dust on the stone shelf was about an inch thick, as if no one had set foot there for a long time.

And those bronze tripods and furnaces have now become empty shells, and the prosperity of the past is long gone.

In a certain storehouse, a huge cold jade box was lying on the ground, about three meters square.

Wang Lin walked closer and found that the ice marrow in the box had already dissipated. Only a few strands of cool cold air lingered slowly around his fingertips.

He couldn't help but reach out and stroke the ancient cloud patterns etched on the surface of the box.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the crystal monument in the storage bag was shaking slightly.

It turns out that these patterns are secretly consistent with the inscriptions on the crystal stele.

When we arrived in front of the Spirit Transformation Hall, we saw that the red rock wall seemed to have life, with heat waves rising wildly, as if announcing to the surroundings the extraordinary nature of this place.

Above the temple gate, a gilded plaque hangs high. The two characters "Hua Ling" are like a phoenix reborn from the fire, shining brightly. Each stroke seems to be flowing with hot lava, emitting a heart-pounding luster.

As soon as you step into the hall, a deafening roar accompanied by rolling hot wind comes towards you like a surging tide.

Looking closely, one can see thirty-six bronze animal heads inlaid on the walls of the hall, each with a different shape but all exuding an ancient and mysterious air.

The earth fire spewing out of the mouth gathered and merged in the central molten pool, turning into a constantly rotating red vortex, as if the rage from deep within the earth was being vented here.

Seeing this, Wang Lin's pupils suddenly shrank.

Above this molten pool, nine ancient swords of various shapes are suspended, each exuding a long and vicissitudes of life atmosphere.

Chains were wrapped around the sword, and the other end of the chain went deep into the bottom of the pool, as if it had an indissoluble bond with the pool. (End of this chapter)