Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Wang Lin's gaze fell on the red jade box in his palm, and then he reinforced the restrictions that sealed the golden ball with several layers with exquisite techniques.

This sealing technique is in line with the method used to imprison the Qianlan Ice Flame in the past.

However, now that his cultivation has reached a higher level, he can perform spells more easily and fluently.

After a while, Wang Lin's gaze shifted to the frozen bronze cauldron. His brows knitted slightly as he thought to himself:

"The Taiyin True Fire is originally an extremely cold substance, so how could it appear from the refining cauldron? Could it be that this cauldron once refined some kind of extremely cold and strange substance in the past?"

At one side, the shadow of the silver moon stood quietly and said nothing, but in the depths of its eyes, a strange color flashed by quietly and disappeared in a flash.

Without further investigation, Wang Lin moved his body lightly, and tapped the air with his toes, as if he was stepping in the air, and in an instant he jumped in front of the huge frozen cauldron.

But when he waved his sleeves, lightning arcs as thick as a bowl whizzed out from his sleeves. In an instant, a golden electric net snaked like a dragon, wrapping around the black ice layer by layer.

Accompanied by the dazzling lightning and the explosion, the ten-foot-thick ice layer collapsed and scattered like broken pieces of glass, revealing the true appearance of the ancient tripod that had been sealed for thousands of years.

On the body of the cauldron, red lines appeared faintly, as if a long-sleeping spirit had just awakened.

Wang Lin stood tall and straight in the air, with the powerful spiritual power of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul surging throughout his body, and he was able to withstand the invisible suppression of the surrounding sky.

Looking inside the cauldron again, the red light had completely disappeared, leaving only a ball of transparent substance as bright as jade, clear and flawless, quietly suspended in it.

Wang Lin raised his hand and shot the substance in the air. The substance fell into his palm as if it were psychic.

It was trembling slightly like a living thing, and felt warm and soft to the touch.

Yet it also has a certain indescribable strange elasticity, as if it contains endless mysteries that are waiting for him to explore and decipher.

After thousands of years of melting in the earth's fire, ordinary iron and stone can also be transformed into spiritual tools. Yin Yue looked calm and said:
"Anything that can coexist with the Taiyin True Fire must be extraordinary."

Wang Lin nodded slightly with a smile on his face. Amidst the blue mist, he had already put this strange material into a storage magic tool.

Then he formed seals and cast a spell, and a red talisman sank into the body of the cauldron. In an instant, the ancient cauldron glowed red and turned into the size of a palm, extremely exquisite.

The lid of the tripod flew in from the void, fitting perfectly, and its clear sound seemed to contain joy.

Wang Lin held up the small vermilion tripod in his palm and tapped the body of the tripod with his fingertips.

Suddenly, countless red-flame crows roared out.

These flaming birds, formed from the essence of earth fire, had sharp claws and beaks. Under the guidance of Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness, they formed a sky-burning formation.

Although it is not as powerful as the Three Flame Fan, it has extremely low energy consumption.

After the demonstration, he happily put away the tripod and turned his gaze to the twelve coiled dragon fire pillars in the hall.

The sword light was like a tide, and the bronze pillar of fire broke with a sound.

These magical instruments, which have been absorbing the power of earth fire for years, are now covered with a layer of red crystal patterns.

Wang Lin waved his sleeves and collected them all, thinking to himself:
“Although it has not yet developed spiritual intelligence, the fire evil energy contained in it is enough to refine 360 ​​flying fire swords.”

When Wang Lin stepped out of the Spirit Transformation Hall, the setting sun was as red as blood, and the afterglow was falling.

There were only a few jade slips with simple instructions on refining equipment left in the palace, but Wang Lin did not care.

On the road to cultivating immortals, opportunities are inherently elusive and unpredictable. To be able to obtain the Taiyin True Fire and the Spirit Cauldron this time is already an extraordinary blessing.

He looked back at the red palace again, his figure slowly disappearing into the twilight, only a wisp of residual heat from the underground fire in front of the steps was still flickering.

Wang Lin held the newly acquired treasure in his hand, his expression calm as usual.

It is a rare opportunity to have such a harvest by going deep into this remote place.

Half a day later, he searched the last building carefully, and then returned to the stele building of the Foundry Hall.

The curtain of soft white light appeared before his eyes, but he stopped and fell into deep thought.

It is still early now, and if we take this opportunity to explore other places, we may be able to gain something, but the risks are self-evident.

Who can say whether there are other monks who have also completed their search in one place and are about to move on to another?

If he met the old man surnamed Fu and others, it would be fine. Even if he met the old demon Qian and the people from the Poison Saint Sect, Wang Lin would not be afraid.

But if he encounters the first wave of monks entering the mountain, he will be in trouble, as the other party will most likely attack him without hesitation.

However, Wang Lin was unwilling to stay in the Soul Casting Hall and wait for the crack to be restored.

As he pondered, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. Even if he stayed here, if the other monks had finished searching elsewhere, wouldn't they come to the Soul Casting Hall to investigate?
Moreover, according to his calculations, after such a long time, Qian Lao Mo and others who had arrived at the important location of Kunwu Mountain might have already encountered the first group of cultivators, or even had a battle with them.

Under such a situation, it would be better to explore a few more important places while everyone is busy elsewhere, and perhaps we can gain some benefits from them.

After all, in this inconspicuous Soul Casting Hall, he could find something as rare as the Taiyin True Fire, so other places must also have mysteries.

Moreover, with his current level of cultivation, even if he faced the siege of several late Nascent Soul cultivators at the same time, although it would be difficult to defeat the enemy, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.

After weighing the pros and cons, Wang Lin no longer hesitated and summoned the Three Flame Fan.

The three-colored flames flashed instantly, easily breaking through the light curtain in front of them and rushing down the mountain.

In a cave somewhere in Kunwu Mountain, a faint blue light illuminated the dome. Three monks stood in formation, surrounded by evil spirits.

A Yuanying stage cultivator of the Ye clan and two alien cultivators were trapped by the eight-armed Rakshasa.

The ghosts had green faces and red hair, their fangs were visible, and a chilling dark energy was coming out of their dantian. As their ten fingers waved, black light split the sky and fell.

The three people's qi resonated, the magic weapons overlapped to form a chain, and the seven layers of spiritual light barriers were linked together.

Although the evil force was overwhelming him like a tide and the sharp claws were like blades on his body, the protective light of his body did not move at all.

The offensive and defensive forces conceal mysteries. The Yellow Dragon Sword Pill refined by the human cultivators, the Xuanyin Dagger tempered by the Blood Demon, and the Cold Jade Measuring Ruler nurtured by the elders of the Ye family all show their strengths.

The ghost's head can be cut off in a moment, and the ghost's body can be separated in an instant. However, the ghost here is nourished by the underworld veins, and the severed head will gather together and the broken body will be reborn.

Whenever the Three Lights have the power to exterminate evil, the Nine Netherworlds will be able to revive them. This cycle will eventually lead to an immortal situation.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the old man from the Ye family quickly crossed his palms, and in an instant, a series of red fireballs whizzed out and accurately penetrated the body of an evil ghost, smashing it to pieces.

However, with the negative energy lingering around, the evil ghost condensed into shape again, and with even more ferocious aura, it suddenly pounced towards the protective light shield.

"Uncle Seven, Elder Wang, it is not wise to remain in a stalemate like this. These evil spirits have been nourished by the dense Yin energy of this place for tens of thousands of years. They have cultivated to the point where their Yin spirits are condensed. Ordinary spells and magic weapons cannot harm their roots. Only skills or treasures with the most Yang attributes can restrain them."

The old man looked worried and analyzed in a deep voice.

"Humph, if that was all, I would have taken action long ago. These evil ghosts are not just the condensed form of Yin spirits, they are actually the incarnation of the same Ghost King."

"If we cannot defeat all the clones at once, they will continue to be reborn from the Yin Qi. The reason why I did not use my full strength is that I was trying to find the true body of the Ghost King."

The big-headed monk snorted coldly, his tone full of impatience and disdain.

"Are they all clones?" The old man was shocked when he heard this.

"Indeed, otherwise, with our strength, even the evil ghosts with condensed Yin souls would be exhausted after repeated defeats, but they seem to be tireless." "Obviously, this ghost king intends to consume our strength and unify the country when we are exhausted."

The ancient demon spoke in a calm tone. After he finished speaking, he once again controlled the black flying sword and accurately penetrated the core of an evil ghost, showing extraordinary calmness and judgment.

"The reason is clear. It's just that my fifteenth brother was attacked by the shadow sandblast of the black shadow snake on the previous floor, and only his Nascent Soul escaped."

"The extremely yang magical power he cultivated should be most suitable for dealing with these evil spirits."

The old man slowly looked around, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.

"This is also a helpless act. Who could have imagined that there is a demon snake in the world that can hide in the shadows, and suddenly attack from the shadow of my nephew Mingli. Even I, the old man, can't rescue him in time."

"Besides, the snake venom was extremely powerful and it corroded his body in a matter of seconds."

The big-headed monster sighed slightly and spoke slowly.

"I have no intention of blaming Uncle Seventh, but this Demon Suppression Tower is really weird."

"The tower is built upside down, with the entrance at the top and the spire facing downwards. The deeper you go, the more ferocious and difficult the demons become."

"It took us a long time to finally reach the seventh floor."

"Elder Wang mentioned that this tower has nine floors. I can't imagine what kind of terrifying monsters are lurking in the lower two floors. Do we really want to continue going down?"

The old man had a worried look on his face, and there was some hesitation in his words.

"Humph, are you afraid of this little danger? The more powerful the thing suppressing it below is, the greater the possibility that the Tongtian Magical Treasure will appear in the lower two levels."

"Only the demons that the ancient cultivators fear need to be suppressed with the Tongtian Lingbao."

"Do you want to let the Ye family's careful planning for hundreds of years go to waste?"

The weirdo's tone was icy cold as he shouted harshly.

"Uncle Seventh is absolutely right. It is indeed my nephew who acted inappropriately."

In his hasty response, the old man still did not forget to observe etiquette. While responding, he concentrated on controlling the magic weapon to resist the aggressive evil spirit.

At this moment, the ancient demon suddenly spoke, and his voice was like a huge bell, breaking the tense atmosphere:
"I have found the trace of the ghost king."

"Oh? Where is his real body now?"

When the old man heard this, his spirits suddenly perked up, and his eyes flashed with anticipation and inquiry.

Just as the ancient demon was about to explain in detail, his expression suddenly changed, as if the weather had changed drastically.

But then a dull "bang" was heard in the distance, like the sound of a huge bell, shocking everyone's heart.

At the entrance of the hall, there was a sudden burst of light, as if the sun had suddenly appeared, and a huge green ball of light whizzed in like an arrow shot from a bow.

As the light slowly dissipated, four figures gradually became clear.

As soon as these four people appeared, they saw the evil spirits wreaking havoc in the hall and the three people trapped there, and they couldn't help but exclaimed at the same time.

"Ye Yuesheng! I thought you had already died, but now it seems that the Ye family has opened the seal again, allowing you to reappear in the world?"

The person who spoke was the cultivator Hua Tianqi, whose face had green lines engraved on it. The visitor was none other than one of the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect.

Hua Tianqi recognized the Seventh Uncle of the Ye family at a glance, and his expression suddenly became uncertain, as if he was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

When the three people in the hall saw the people from the Poison Saint Sect coming, their faces became gloomy, like dark clouds covering the sun.

Moreover, they are still being harassed by evil spirits, and their situation is becoming increasingly difficult.

"I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Hua. I never thought that the Poison Saint Sect would act so quickly and have penetrated deep into the mountain so quickly."

"I just don't know why you gave up many opportunities elsewhere and chose to come to this place where the Demon Suppression Tower is located. What's your reason?"

A barely perceptible gloom flashed across the strange man's face, but he immediately forced himself to remain calm and asked as if nothing had happened.

"Humph! This question is also what we want to ask Brother Ye. After hundreds of years, after Brother Ye pretended to be dead, he has reached the late stage of Yuanying."

"If this news were known to both the righteous and evil sects, it would probably cause a huge uproar and make it difficult for them to rest in peace."

Hua Tianqi's eyes were cold as he watched the strange man use his flying sword to kill the evil spirits. His words were calm, but his mind was planning as fast as lightning.

"Brother Hua, could it be that they also know that there are rare treasures hidden in this tower, so they come here to grab them?"

An elder from the Poison Saint Sect sent a secret message, his expression filled with worry.

The founder of the Poison Saint Sect once left a will saying that there was a treasure hidden in the Demon Suppression Tower. Although the words were vague, the four elders did not dare to be disrespectful and led the crowd there first.

At first, they saw that others had already got there first. However, they originally thought that the Demon-Suppressing Tower was full of dangers, and those who entered first might not have investigated it thoroughly. With the strength of four people, they should be able to deal with it calmly.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage on this floor. If it weren’t for Ye’s Seventh Uncle and others being besieged by evil spirits.

Hua Tianqi must withdraw immediately. After all, a late Nascent Soul cultivator with two early Nascent Soul cultivators is difficult for them to match.

"It's unknown. Maybe it's just like us, with only a few clues."

Hua Tianqi's face was solemn. He responded in a secret voice, his eyes like torches, staring at the three weirdos.

Judging from this situation, Taoist friend Hua does not seem to have any intention of leaving.

The eyes of the strange cultivator with a burly figure and a chestnut-like head suddenly glowed with golden light. He suddenly opened his mouth slightly, and a flash of silver light like cold lightning suddenly disappeared into the void.

In a moment, silver light exploded in the northeast corner of the palace accompanied by a low roar, and a ball of gray mist condensed into a ghost.

The Netherworld Ghost Pearl shot out from his mouth to resist the attacking Black Silver Flying Fork, but he stumbled back under the fierce attack, and intermittent shrill roars came from his throat.

Before the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect could come to their senses, the ancient demon monk took out an ancient mirror as black as jade with his wide sleeves fluttering.

A mysterious and dim light flashed on the mirror surface.

But he saw his magic formula changing, and the mirror light swept like a waterfall to the ghosts and monsters around him. But he saw his magic formula changing, and the mirror light swept like a waterfall to the ghosts and monsters around him.

Those ghosts from the underworld collapsed as soon as they touched it, and their ghost bodies shattered into powder in the mysterious light, as if they were being tortured by invisible sword energy.

However, the main soul was trapped by the flying fork, and the remaining ghost lost the ability to regenerate.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, causing thousands of ghosts to wail, and the evil spirit in the sky gathered into heavy clouds that surrounded everyone.

Even if the light of the ancient magic mirror penetrated the sky and the earth, it would be difficult to break through the Nine Netherworlds Mysterious Barrier at this moment.

When Hua Tianqi saw this scene, his soul was shaken and he even looked a little weak...

Such a horrifying scene made Hua Tianqi open his eyes wide, his heart filled with disbelief.

"How can it be so powerful!?"

At this moment, Hua Tianqi couldn't help but feel like giving up. (End of this chapter)