Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The young man surnamed Xu smiled coldly and asked, "Since it is difficult to move forward, how can the man surnamed Wang continue to move forward?"

Silver-winged Yaksha responded sarcastically:

"Did you really not notice it, or are you pretending not to know? After he transformed, his cultivation improved significantly, at least by half, and he is already approaching the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

“Furthermore, the evil-repelling divine thunder and purple ice flame he used are both extremely powerful magical powers.”

“If you were in this situation, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold out for the same amount of time.”

The young man surnamed Xu asked tentatively, "From what you said, it seems that you know this man surnamed Wang quite well. Do you know him?"

The Silver-winged Yaksha snorted coldly and replied, "Whether I recognize him or not is none of your business?"

This remark made the young man surnamed Xu unhappy, but he remained calm.

Ge Tianhao frowned and analyzed:
"The Golden Magnetic Spiritual Wood, could it be the legendary Falling Treasure Tree that can render magic weapons ineffective?"

"This tree has long been extinct in the outside world. It is rumored that all magic weapons containing gold materials are restrained by it. No wonder my treasure fell."

"Moreover, the tree's natural magnetism can evade detection by divine sense."

The square-faced monk looked solemn and said in a deep voice:

"That's not all. The tree's magnetic field has a superposition effect. As you go deeper, the gravity will increase and become heavier."

"The trees here are extremely densely packed. Once we enter, we are likely to be affected by the gravity of four or five trees at the same time."

"To be honest, I don't think I can bear such strong gravity."

Lin Yinping's eyes were fixed on Wang Lin's back, and he said sternly:

"I must try it myself."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and patted the spirit beast bag on her waist. In an instant, a four-legged monster snake flew out of the bag.

This strange snake is covered with thick scales and has fleshy wings on its back. Just from its appearance, it gives people an intuitive feeling that it is tough and durable.

Lin Yinping let out a low cry and lightly pointed her finger in the direction of Wang Lin.

A layer of yellow protective shield immediately appeared on the body of the strange snake, and then it flapped its wings and flew towards the mountain gate.

The strange snake had just flown a distance of more than ten feet when it fell straight to the ground with a "whoosh" like a long spear.

However, I have to admit that this strange snake is indeed thick-skinned and tough.

After landing, it struggled with its four legs and stood up again tenaciously, flapping its wings as if it was still trying to fly.

Seeing this, Lin Yinping couldn't help but show a hint of joy on her face.

But before the smile completely disappeared, a muffled "puff" sound was suddenly heard.

The body of the strange snake suddenly exploded, and the flesh and blood, squeezed by the heavy gravity, instantly turned into a blurry meat paste.

Lin Yinping's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and she cried out in disbelief:
"How could this be? Is the magnetic light so powerful?"

"What kind of structure is Wang's body made of? Even the spirit snake I carefully cultivated could not resist it, but he seemed to be completely unscathed?"

Some people looked surprised and asked questions in confusion.

The old demon Qian had a stern look on his face as he slowly analyzed:

"I sensed a trace of demonic energy on him. I guess he must have used some secret technique to borrow the power of a demon beast to make his body so strong."

After a short pause, Old Demon Qian gave an objective evaluation:

"Furthermore, the magical powers he has cultivated are also quite extraordinary, so he does not need to rely on the power of magic weapons."

"With only three kinds of strange powers, you can contend with this heavy magnetic force. Even I am afraid that I can't do it."

Hearing this, everyone around them showed a look of enlightenment, and the mystery in their hearts was solved.

At this moment, seeing Wang Lin approaching the hall, the ugly woman became anxious and shouted:

"Stop arguing like this! If you keep wasting time like this, this person might be able to step into Kunwu Palace!"

The young man surnamed Xu remained calm and composed, and said softly:
"Don't worry, Kunwu Palace's restriction system is complicated, and it is definitely not the only line of defense."

Then, he analyzed with confidence:
"Besides, since we have confirmed that this is the golden magnetic wood, it will not be difficult to break the restriction."

"All you need to do is find a magic weapon that does not contain gold-based materials and chop down these spiritual trees one by one. Then, the restriction will naturally dissipate."

When the ugly woman heard this, she still had doubts on her face and murmured softly, "Is it really that easy?"

The young man surnamed Xu did not explain any more. He raised his hand and a light yellow small sword flew out, like a yellow rainbow piercing the sun, and slashed straight towards the nearest giant tree.

A dull roar suddenly sounded, and golden light flashed all around the giant tree.

A deep sword mark was clearly visible on the tree trunk, but the trunk was extremely tough and did not break immediately, causing the young man named Xu to sigh in surprise.

The old demon Qian spoke at the right time, his words revealing a bit of wisdom:
"Did you forget, Brother Xu, that this kind of golden magnetic wood is inherently indestructible, and has absorbed the spiritual charm of Kunwu Mountain for thousands of years. How could it be easily destroyed?"

“Time waits for no one, let’s join in the celebration!”

After saying that, he spat out a white crystal ball from his mouth, aiming directly at another giant tree.

Ge Tianhao and the others smiled at each other, then moved in unison, taking out their jade and wooden magic weapons and shooting them towards the giant trees on both sides.

In an instant, brilliant spiritual light intertwined into a net, tightly wrapping several giant trees.

In the midst of this chaotic battle, Old Demon Qian, the young man surnamed Xu and others did not notice that, although the three Silver-winged Yaksha demons appeared to be participating in the attack, they were actually secretly delighted in their hearts.

The treasures they released seemed extremely powerful, but in fact they did not cause any damage to the giant tree.

Due to the chaos on the battlefield, the human monks were unable to understand the mystery for a while.

At the same time, Wang Lin struggled to move forward, and Yin Yue's slightly mocking voice rang in his mind:

"These people are so stupid that they actually want to cut down this sacred tree."

Wang Lin looked calm and said slowly:
"It's not their fault. After all, they don't have clear eyesight, so it's difficult for them to notice the ancient Great Light Wheel Demon-Subduing Spell engraved in the tree."

The person next to him continued:

"If you hadn't reminded me at the right time, I would have had a hard time finding it. It's really hard to imagine that the ancient monks would hide the talisman in the tree."

Yin Yue looked hesitant and said softly:

"In this way, the Silver-winged Yaksha can pass through unhindered. Should we warn those people?"

Wang Lin smiled slightly and analyzed:
"Why should we remind them? Aside from the Ye family cultivators, the Tianlan Holy Temple and the Yinluo Sect are actually in the same group."

"The arrival of the three demons can form a check and balance. I didn't rashly cut down the trees before because it is inconvenient to act alone. Otherwise, I would have already started the attack."

Upon hearing this, Yin Yue also smiled and echoed:
"Master, what you said is absolutely right. Master, you might as well go into the palace and get the treasure as soon as possible. Once you get the treasure, with your extraordinary magical powers, it will be easy for you to escape in the chaos."

"Then find a secret place to hide from the public. When the cracks in the mountain return to normal, you can leave at ease."

If everything goes according to plan, you can rest assured about this trip.

However, the current situation is unpredictable, and the best strategy at the moment is to plan carefully and take every step cautiously.

Wang Lin's face was calm, and although there was a hint of helplessness in his words, he still maintained that unique calmness.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise like thunder behind him. The sound was so powerful that it seemed to shake the world apart. Although Wang Lin did not look back, he had already determined with his keen perception that this was the sound of the golden magnetic wood collapsing.

He remained calm and composed, without any sign of panic.

After all, at this moment, he was only a few dozen feet away from the magnificent hall.

Looking up, I saw a rather strange plaque hanging more than twenty feet above the dome of the hall.

The material of this plaque is unique. It is neither the common metal nor the ordinary wood. It exudes a mysterious and special texture.

On the plaque, the three big characters "Kunwu Temple" were carefully engraved in ancient and solemn seal script.

The gilded font shines dazzlingly under the reflection of light and shadow.

Looking closely at the direction of the brushstrokes, it seems as if there is a dragon lurking in between, ready to strike.

Another phoenix danced gracefully and elegantly.

This majestic momentum seems to reach straight into the sky, adding a sense of vastness and mystery of the ancient times to this place.

Wang Lin exhaled lightly and pondered for a moment.

He carefully took out the black jade bottle containing the thousand-year-old spiritual liquid from his sleeve again.

He skillfully poured out a drop of spiritual liquid and gently put it into his mouth.

In an instant, the spiritual liquid melted instantly like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

This spiritual liquid containing the essence of heaven and earth slowly flows into the Dantian.

The magic power that had been severely depleted due to resisting the golden magnetic light began to recover in an instant, as if it was injected into it by a surging river.

Immediately afterwards, green light, golden lightning, and purple flames intertwined and shone around him.

The light flows and flickers, as if a god has descended to the earth, exuding an incomparable aura of majesty.

Afterwards, Wang Lin's steps were as light as the wind, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and he walked quickly towards the direction of the palace gate.

Every step seems to be stepping on the patterns of Tiangang Beidou, vaguely in line with the trajectory of heaven.

On the seventh floor of the Kunwu Mountain Demon-Suppressing Tower, there was a sudden and crisp explosion sound.

The crystal wall that had stood here for a long time, blocking everyone's progress, finally dissipated like a firefly under the coordinated attack of the three secret treasures.

"Let's go. Although this treasure is not the treasure of Xumi Sect, its mysteriousness can stop us for such a long time."

The monk in black robes said this as he put the Hanpo Liguang sword that was floating more than ten feet in the air into his sleeve.

The scholar in a green shirt beside him gently stroked the jade pendant on his waist, then put the one-foot-long treasure into the mustard seed bag, frowned slightly, and said:

"The Poison Saint Sect has already seized the initiative. I'm afraid..."

“Even if they obtain the Tongtian Lingbao, it will take them a hundred years to make sacrifices and refine it.”

The old man in black robe knocked the ground with his Panlong crutch, and the sound was like the collision of metal.

"What's the harm in letting them nurse us for a few days?"

The black-robed monk laughed loudly, and the laughter shook off the dust accumulated on the eaves. Then he stepped over the crystal chips on the ground and strode towards the depths of the corridor.

The scholar in blue straightened his clothes and followed slowly behind three feet away.

Walking along the winding stone path, an octagonal teleportation array came into view, its ancient runes glowing faintly.

Seeing the small black and white teleportation array, the three of them looked astonished, just like the people from the Poison Saint Sect before.

After the ancient demon's eyes swept across the two magic circles, they focused on the black magic circle, with a look of joy on his face.

"Why are there two magic circles here? Is this the path to the eighth floor, or can both be reached?"

The old cultivator of the Ye family murmured in a low voice, his eyes cast towards the white magic circle.

This was because the disciples of the Poison Saint Sect had been teleported from this formation before, and there were still faint fluctuations of spiritual energy left.

"Then choose this array."

The ancient demon spoke in a peculiar tone, staring intently at the black magic circle with an extremely firm attitude.

"The one from the Poison Saint Sect..."

The old cultivator of the Ye family was about to question, but he did not expect the ancient demon beside him to suddenly attack. With a wave of his sleeves, a pitch-black demon arm shot out like lightning.

The speed was so fast that the old cultivator of the Ye family only heard the sound of wind before his head was held down by the cold devil's claws.

"what!"

The old cultivator of the Ye family screamed in terror, his head exploded like a watermelon, and brain matter and blood spurted out for more than a foot.

The ancient demon's attack never stopped. In an instant, deep demonic flames gushed out of its mouth.

It was like a gust of wind and heavy rain, completely covering the headless body that had not yet fallen.

The devil flames surged and wisps of green smoke curled up. The body of the senior cultivator of the Ye family turned into ashes in an instant, leaving only a Nascent Soul protected by the dazzling white light.

Surrounded by the black flames, Yuanying was all alone and helpless, his hands tightly clenched around the crystal jade ruler, his face full of panic.

"Uncle Seven, save me!"

The Nascent Soul screamed at the top of its lungs, trying to pour spiritual power into the jade ruler with all its might, in an attempt to break free from the black flames and perform the teleportation technique. However, it was firmly trapped by the black flames and could not achieve its wish at all.

Soon, something strange happened.

The weird-looking big-headed monk watched coldly as he struggled in the devil's flames.

The Nascent Soul of the senior cultivator of the Ye family, who was screaming incessantly, had no intention of helping at all.

Not long after, the protective light shield around the Nascent Soul could no longer withstand the raging demonic flames and collapsed.

Along with a miserable howl, the Nascent Soul of the senior cultivator of the Ye family was also swallowed up by the ruthless black flames and disappeared without a trace.

Until the last moment of his life, the senior cultivator of the Ye family was filled with disbelief and deep resentment, and died unjustly.

"Why do we have to act now? Didn't we agree to take action on the last floor?"

The big-headed monster finally broke the silence, his tone revealed obvious indifference, and he was obviously dissatisfied with this action that deviated from the established plan.

"I originally estimated that I would need to reach the last level to lock onto the target, but now I can clearly sense the target's presence. Besides, keeping this person here will only hinder our actions. Do you feel regretful?"

The ancient demon squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on the weirdo, his face was stern, but his tone was quite calm.

"He is just a young junior, why would he regret it?"

After the weirdo pondered for a moment, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he responded like this.

"It is great that you can hold this thought. If we can successfully rescue the Saint Ancestor's clone this time, the Saint Ancestor will surely use his supreme secret method to infuse you with demonic energy."

There was a hint of satisfaction in the ancient demon's tone as he continued.

"With your aptitude, you will have at least a 60% to 70% chance of breaking through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm by then." (End of this chapter)