Bai Yaoyi stared at the still trembling gourd and suddenly chuckled:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, why are you being so modest? This elixir can bring life to dead things. The quality of this elixir is probably close to the legendary Seven-turn Golden Elixir."

She touched the surface of the gourd with her fingertips, and immediately tiny arcs of electricity jumped.

"I just don't know how to resolve this pill tribulation?"

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly stagnated. Chen Yun noticed that the old man's back tensed up instantly. He had never been so nervous when he was collecting the pill just now. The night pearl on the stone wall cast mottled light and shadows, weaving an invisible net between the three people.

"White Fairy is joking."

The old man turned around slowly, with a faint golden light flowing from his sleeves: "The so-called pill calamity is just a legend in ancient books, don't take it seriously. But this infant-cultivating pill has a domineering nature."

Before he finished speaking, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded outside the cave. It was not coming from the sky, but from deep underground, as if a giant beast was turning over in the underworld.

Chen Yun's sword ball had jumped out of his sleeves and turned into a dragon that circled his body. He could clearly sense the abnormal flow of the earth's spiritual energy, just like the ebb tide before a tsunami.

Bai Yaoyi's ice crystal barrier was deployed again, but this time it was not to defend against sound waves - what seeped out of the cracks in the rocks was no longer groundwater, but black mist as thick as ink.

"The evil spirits of the earth surge back!"

The old man suddenly jumped up, and the Xuanhuang Ding fell to the ground with a bang, suppressing Kun. The remaining infant fire in the Ding turned into a blue phoenix shadow, entangled and biting the black fog.

Chen Yun pointed his sword repeatedly, and seventy-two sword energies formed the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation. However, countless skeletal arms stretched out from the black fog, and the corrupt fluid dripping from the fingertips could actually corrode the sword energy.

Bai Yaoyi suddenly bit her fingertips and drew a complicated blood symbol in the air: "My two Taoist friends, help me! This is the Rakshasa ghost energy from the underworld!"

Her hair was blown away by the strong wind, and frost condensed between her flying black hair. When the blood rune was formed, thousands of ice spikes hung from the top of the cave, each of which was engraved with Sanskrit.

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank.

He recognized that this was the forbidden technique of the Arctic Ice Palace, the "Snow Soul Sealing Curse", and the price was thirty years of life.

The old man obviously realized the seriousness of the situation. The Xuanhuang Cauldron suddenly turned upside down, and red blood flames spurted out of the mouth of the cauldron - this was clearly the magic blood sacrifice technique!
At the moment when the three forces converged, time and space seemed to freeze. Chen Yun saw a blurry face emerging from the black fog, with a single horn on his forehead and eyes like the sun and the moon.

That being only glanced at him lightly, and the Nascent Soul in his Purple Palace felt like it was falling into an icy cave. At the critical moment, a piece of ancient jade in his arms suddenly became hot, forcing that gaze back.

When everything returned to calm, the cave was in a mess. The Xuanhuang Ding fell to the ground, and the ears of the Ding were broken.

Blood oozed from the corners of Bai Yaoyi's mouth, and all the cold jade beads turned into powder.

The old man looked the most miserable. The sleeve of his right arm was empty, and there was an lingering black aura lingering at the broken end.

"Ahem. I didn't expect that the pill would not bring about a heavenly calamity, but..."

The old man coughed violently before he could finish his words, and purple-black blood oozed from between his fingers.

Bai Yaoyi managed to stand up and took out the ice jade box from the storage bag: "Fellow Daoist Fu, it is important to seal the elixir first."

Chen Yun stared at the new cracks that appeared on the rock wall.

Deep in the three-meter-long crack, some kind of scaly substance could be vaguely seen reflecting faint light.

The Rakshasa spirit just now was definitely not accidental, this seal might be suppressing something far beyond their imagination.
"Fellow Daoist Chen?"

The old man's call brought him back to reality.

The scarlet gourd was being slowly put into the ice jade box, and the five pills were still restlessly colliding against the box wall.

Bai Yaoyi suddenly chuckled: "It seems that this infant-cultivating pill is more interesting than we thought."

The thunder outside the cave gradually subsided, but the three of them knew that the real storm had just begun.

When the first ray of moonlight shone through the crack onto the ice jade box, a slight shattering sound suddenly came from the box - a golden line quietly emerged on the surface of the outermost pill, like closed eyelids.

The stalactites on the dome of the cave glowed with a cold blue light. Bai Yaoyi raised her hand lightly, and the yellow wooden box flipped three times in the air.

Eighty-one ice crystal runes appeared on the surface of the box, forming a spider-web-like sealing pattern.

"Ding—" The moment the pill fell into the box, the ice pattern suddenly shrank, locking up all the dissipated pill energy.

"The 'Mysterious Ice Soul Locking Formation' of the Hanyue Palace is indeed worthy of its reputation."

The old man surnamed Fu squinted his eyes and watched the flowing ice patterns, his withered fingers in his sleeves trembling slightly.

The scarlet gourd on his waist suddenly emitted a three-foot red light, and three white rainbows spurted out of the gourd mouth, which condensed into three translucent Ganoderma lucidum in the air.

Chen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his blue shirt fluttering in the wind.

When the third Ganoderma lucidum was about to dissipate, he suddenly put his fingers together like a sword and a dragon-shaped green light flew out from his sleeves.

The dragon of light circled around the gourd nine times, and the three white pills were wrapped in the dragon's mouth and flew back into his sleeve.

The whole movement was smooth and flowing, and it was the secret technique of "Cang Long Xian Zhu" recorded in "Tai Yi Qing Ling Jue".

"I feel unworthy of receiving this generous gift from Daoist Fellow Fu."

He tapped the surface of the gourd with his fingertips and secretly used his "Heavenly Eyes" to peek inside.

When he saw the Netherworld Runes unique to the Nine Nether Sect, a hint of amusement flashed across his lips: "But since your junior sister has died, this extra pill..."

The old man's Adam's apple rolled, and wisps of green smoke suddenly floated out of his sleeves, condensing into a half-shadow of a woman behind him.

There was silver thread wrapped around the neck of the phantom, which was the "Netherworld Puppetry Technique" secretly passed down by the Jiuyou Sect.

"My junior sister asked me before she died that this pill should be given to the right person." The shadow made a hollow echo, and the moss on the cave wall withered in large patches in an instant.

Bai Yaoyi suddenly coughed lightly, and the ice crystal token shot out seven cold rays, freezing the green smoke that was about to touch the corner of Chen Yun's clothes.

The frozen tobacco turned into thousands of poisonous insects, twisting wildly in the ice crystals.

"My two Taoist friends, it's time to leave."

The ground shook violently without warning, and dark green liquid oozed from the stone walls.

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and thirty-six shadows of formation flags burst out from the jade belt, forming an eight-diagram light curtain above the three people's heads.

A huge fallen rock hit the light curtain and melted away like a drop of clay in the sea.

"Northeast Gen position, thirty feet and seven feet!"

He let out a low shout, and a bronze compass flew out of his sleeve.

As the pointer spun wildly, Bai Yaoyi had already swung out the Bingpo Sword.

The moment the sword energy pierced into the stone wall, the entire mountain whimpered like a prehistoric beast, and countless silver bone spurs emerged from the cracks in the rocks.

The old man surnamed Fu suddenly bit his tongue, spurting out blood mist that turned into the Nine Nether Ghost Mask.

The ghost-faced fangs uttered human words: "It's Yaksha's Silver Bone Soul-Chasing Curse!"

Before he finished speaking, those bone spurs began to play a strange requiem. The notes transformed into solid golden silkworms, frantically gnawing at the protective light curtain.

Chen Yun pointed at the nine directions on the compass, and a blood-colored array diagram appeared on the ground.

When the last array pattern lit up, the entire cave suddenly turned upside down, and the area under the feet of the three people turned into a dome.

Bai Yaoyi's ice crystal token reflected the true shape of the mountain—it was actually a giant bronze coffin half-inserted into the ground!

"It turns out that we have been refining elixirs in the coffin."

The old man's voice trembled, and the gourd on his waist suddenly vibrated violently.

The vermilion lacquer on the surface of the gourd peeled off, revealing the dense eyeball patterns underneath.

Those eyes opened at the same time, and the grinning face of the Silver-winged Yaksha was reflected in the pupils.

Chen Yun suddenly tore off his left sleeve and threw it into the air. The cloth turned into a hundred-foot-high blue cloud in the wind.

"Let's go!" He jumped onto the cloud first, and jade talismans kept flying out of his sleeves to suppress the chasing golden silkworms.

Bai Yaoyi tapped the ice crystals with her toes, and each step condensed into a lotus-shaped ice platform in the air. The old man was the most bizarre, and his whole body turned into green smoke and drilled into the gourd, and the gourd actually flew away on its own.

Three auras intertwined in the huge bronze coffin. Where Chen Yun's blue cloud passed, ancient inscriptions appeared on the coffin wall.

When Bai Yaoyi's ice lotus bloomed, frost flowers formed on the inscription.

The old man's gourd rushed around, turning the frost flowers into phosphorescent fire all over the sky.

"There is a life gate in the southwest!"

Chen Yun suddenly pointed his sword at a certain place, where a half-broken silver fork was inserted.

When Qingyun approached, the silver fork suddenly expanded into a door, and the sound of waves could be heard from outside the door.

The old man suddenly urged the gourd to turn: "Wait! This is..."

Before he finished his words, a giant claw covered with bone spurs stretched out from the silver fork door.

Bai Yaoyi was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and the ice crystal token shot out thousands of silver threads that entangled the giant claw.

Chen Yun took the opportunity to throw out nine bronze coins, which formed a dragon-slaying guillotine in the air, cutting off the giant claw at the wrist.

Where the black blood splattered, Yaksha’s distorted face appeared.

"break!"

The three of them formed seals at the same time. The blue cloud wrapped in frost broke through the coffin, and the moment the moonlight from the outside poured in, the entire mountain began to collapse. Chen Yun suddenly turned his head and looked at the old man:
"There seems to be an extra pill in Daoist friend's gourd?"

Under the moonlight, the ninth eye opened on the surface of the vermilion gourd.

A green light passed by the towering ancient trees, and Chen Yun suddenly stopped in mid-air.

A faint blue ripple appeared in the depths of his pupils, and his clear and bright eyes penetrated the thick white mist and caught a glimpse of a strange fluctuation of spiritual power.

“This way.”

Before he could finish his words, the three of them shot into the thick fog like arrows.

Bai Yaoyi raised her bare hands lightly, and the icy energy formed hexagonal frost flowers around her body.

She noticed that the moss under her feet had a strange indigo color, and it turned out to be the "Soul-Eating Moss" that feeds on spiritual energy.

This alien species, which only existed in ancient books, was now greedily sucking on the true essence released by the three people.

"Although the spiritual energy here is strong, it is like a living creature that chooses people to devour."

Three bronze beetles emerged from the sleeves of the old man surnamed Fu. As soon as their wings touched the mist, they were instantly petrified and fell down.

His expression changed slightly. The "Netherworld Puppet Insect" of the Jiuyou Sect could not withstand the erosion of the spiritual energy here.

The moment you pass through the fog, the world suddenly opens up. Thousands of white jade steps wind up into the clouds, and a bluestone stele stands beside the steps, ten feet high, with the two characters "Kunwu" on the stele entwined like a dragon or snake.

Chen Yun stroked the mottled inscriptions with his fingertips, and the Taiyi sword intent flowed spontaneously, actually sparking fine electric light among the stone chips.

"Be careful!" Bai Yaoyi suddenly threw out the ice crystal order.

The token was suspended three inches from the top of the stele, reflecting the densely packed silver veins inside the stele - the direction of these spiritual veins coincided with the Zhou Tian constellations, clearly some kind of lost demon-sealing formation.

The Earth Armored Dragon crashed wildly in the spirit beast bag. Chen Yun's spiritual sense swept across the bottom of the stele, and he was shocked to find that a surge of spiritual power like a galloping horse came from deep in the earth veins.

He pretended to be calm and said, "This monument has been nourished by spiritual energy over the years and has become a spiritual object."

Before he finished speaking, the blue mist in his sleeves had already wrapped around the body of the stele.

The stone tablet suddenly roared like a prehistoric beast, and three hundred and sixty-five golden spots appeared on its surface.

The gourd on the old man's waist trembled violently, and the Nine Nether Ghost Face Talisman spontaneously burned: "This is... Zhou Tian Xing Chen Lock!"

Chen Yun pointed his sword quickly, and thirty-six formation flags flew out from his sleeves, setting up a Yin-Yang Microdust Formation around the stele.

When the seventh formation flag was inserted into the Xun position, the monument cracked with a loud bang and the deep blue crystal beat like a heart.

With every beat, the entire Kunwu Mountain trembles.

"Earth vein essence!"

Bai Yaoyi screamed in shock.

This legendary innate spiritual creature is now absorbing and exhaling massive amounts of spiritual energy.

The veins of mountains and rivers can be vaguely seen flowing inside the crystal, which is actually the spiritual power hub of the entire Kunwu Mountain.

Greed flashed in the old man's eyes, and the Netherworld Thunder hidden in his sleeve was ready to go.

Suddenly, the crystal stone burst out with a thousand-foot-long blue light, and the three people present felt as if they were struck by lightning.

Chen Yun's clear and bright spiritual eyes caught a glimpse of a horrifying scene - countless distorted human faces were sealed deep within the crystal stone, which were the souls of the monks who had been searching for the missing persons in Kunwu Mountain throughout the ages!
"Quickly retreat!"

He roared, and the Taiyi sword energy transformed into a green dragon shadow that protected his body.

Bai Yaoyi's ice crystals exploded into stardust all over the sky, and condensed into an ice crystal dome in the blue light.

The old man was the most miserable. The ghost mist protecting his body was pierced by the blue light, and his left arm turned into white bones in an instant.

The stone tablet collapsed with a loud bang, and the essence of the earth veins floated in the air, casting the shadow of the entire Kunwu Mountain.

Everyone was shocked to find that the so-called fairy mountain was actually a giant upside-down bronze tripod with the words "Lian Tian" engraved on the body of the tripod.

Those lush forests were originally transformed from the elixir residue in the cauldron, and the abundant spiritual energy was just the residual heat of the cauldron fire.

"It turns out we have been in the alchemy cauldron all along!"

Blood was oozing from the corners of Bai Yaoyi's lips, and her Bingpo Qi had reached its limit.

Thousands of blood-colored lines suddenly appeared on the wall of the cauldron, converging towards the spiritual marrow like blood vessels - this ancient alchemy cauldron was awakening.

Chen Yun suddenly pointed his sword at the sky, and his nine natal sword balls formed a lotus sword formation.

When the sword formation collided with the wall of the tripod, time and space seemed to freeze.

He saw a half-broken silver hairpin embedded in the ear of the tripod, which was exactly the same as the ornament on the hair bun of the beautiful woman in black.
The moment the green light hand sank into the stone tablet, the entire Kunwu Mountain suddenly let out a low roar like an ancient giant beast awakening.

Thirty-six golden patterns burst out from Chen Yun's fingertips, and the Taiyi Qingling Jue was running to its extreme.

The runes on the surface of the crystal suddenly twisted and entangled as if they came alive, and condensed into half of "Yuwang Zhenyue Jing" in the void.

"This is... the ancient geomantic script!"

Bai Yaoyi's icy spirit energy boiled uncontrollably, and fine frost flowers condensed on the ends of her hair.

When the Silver-Winged Yaksha appeared three feet away, the air was filled with the sweet and fishy smell of rotten jade.

The cold wind stirred up by its wingspan carved gullies on the ground that were several feet deep, and the body of a certain Jindan monk melted like a wax figure in the wind.

"The evil wind melts the golden wind!"

The weirdo laughed wildly and slapped the top of his head, and a three-foot-long blood flame burst out from his head.

There were nine skull magic weapons floating in Yan's heart, which turned out to be the "Nine Sons Mother Ghost", the most precious treasure of the Xuehe Sect.

The Yaksha's silver wings suddenly curled up to protect its body, and dense Buddhist Sanskrit appeared on the wing membrane - this flying corpse king was actually an accomplished monk when he was alive!
The scholar in white robe suddenly cut his palm with his fingers and used his blood as ink to write "Song of Righteousness" in the air.

The moment the golden-lettered poetry collided with the Sanskrit, the entire Kunwu Mountain was filled with the sounds of morning bells and evening drums.

The Yaksha let out a sharp scream like a baby crying, and the Sanskrit words on its left wing broke into pieces, revealing the white bones underneath.

The ancient demon took the opportunity to summon his own magic weapon, the "Soul-Eating Cone", but the tip of the cone strangely turned and stabbed towards his own forehead.

There was a flash of struggle in his eyes, but he finally let the magic cone pierce through his brain - the restriction planted by the Ye family finally took away the control of this soul. (End of this chapter)