The sword in Zhulingtang corresponds to his Nascent Soul that he cultivated both Buddhism and magic.

"late!"

The old man surnamed Fu suddenly exploded his Dantian, and nine thousand corpse insects flew out from the blood mist, each of which held a magic pattern in its mouth.

Chen Yun used the Three Flame Fan to burn the group of poisonous insects, but more than a hundred poisonous insects still drilled into the cracks in the ground.

They are rewriting the seal array under the casting hall!
The crystal monument suddenly exploded, and seventy-two magic lights shot towards the peaks of Kunwu Mountain.

When Chen Yun vomited blood and retreated violently, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Every mountain peak was crumbling, revealing giant limbs covered with green scales behind the rubble.

It turns out that the entire Kunwu Mountains are shackles that seal the body of the ancient demon!

The Xutian Ding let out a mournful cry in the sea of ​​consciousness, and patterns similar to the ancient demon's scales appeared on the body of the Ding.

Blood oozed from all of Chen Yun's seven orifices, but he was able to perform the final move of "Brahma True Demonic Art" with a sudden inspiration.

The phantom of a three-headed, six-armed Dharma image rose from the ground, with the swastika Buddhist seal and the devil pattern on the palm complementing each other.

When the giant palm of the Dharmadhatu pressed towards the ground veins of the Spirit Casting Hall, the fragments of the crystal stele suddenly gathered into a small black sword.

Wherever the sword pointed, magma flowed back into a waterfall, revealing the truth that had been hidden for thousands of years.

The missing leg of the Xutian Ding is being suppressed in the deepest part of the fire pool!

The purple fire gathered into a giant hand, which was freezing cold and had blue electric light flashing on the five finger joints.

Chen Yun heard the sound of ice crystals condensing, and the transparent wing membranes of the six-winged frost centipede reflected a colorful halo in the cold air.

The red cloud pattern on the tripod's body suddenly twisted into a hideous ghost face, spewing out a column of fire accompanied by a shrill howl.

Yin Yue exclaimed in her sea of ​​consciousness: "This cauldron once devoured a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Chen Yun's face was solemn, and he urged the purple flame to condense three giant palms.

After four layers of tearing, the lid of the tripod finally shifted, and the red light in the gap burned through the dome of the hall, forming honeycomb-shaped holes.

The twelve frost centipedes screamed in unison, and what came out of their mouths was no longer cold air, but condensed into solid icy silk.

These spiritual insects obtained from the North Ming Cold Abyss broke through the bottleneck at this moment!

"Crack!"

The bronze tripod lid was embedded in the stone pillar in a spiral motion. The fire phoenix that sprang out of the tripod was as crystal clear as red coral, and its tail feathers swept across everything it passed.

Ice lotuses actually grew on the ground that was paved with thousand-year-old black iron.

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank. This extremely yin fire actually manifested itself as an extremely yang. It was clearly the unusual sign of "yin reaches its extreme and yang arises" as recorded in the "Xuan Yin Lu".

Eighteen sharp sword energies intertwined to form a green sword net, which instantly froze into ice spikes as soon as it touched the Fire Phoenix feathers.

Chen Yun exerted force with his feet, crushing three floor tiles with the soles of his boots. As he quickly retreated, he threw out seven lightning beads.

Along with the roar, he caught a glimpse of tadpole patterns emerging from the belly of the cauldron and quietly spreading along the ice.

These ancient runes are actually absorbing the cold poison of the Frost Centipede.

"Three inches from Kan position, use the Xuanbing Mirror!"

Yin Yue's voice suddenly became solid, "This thing needs to be suppressed by Bei Ming Frost Iron."

Chen Yun flipped his palm and summoned the ancient mirror he got from the Ice Soul Fairy. The mirror reflected the true body of Fire Luan, and at the core of the mirror was curled up a thumb-sized white flame baby.

In this split second of flaw, the purple fire turned into a chain and wrapped around the fire baby's neck.

The fire phoenix let out a mournful cry, and the icy flames bursting out from its feathers actually froze itself.

The giant tripod suddenly trembled violently, and three vertical pupils opened at the ears of the tripod.

The Xuanshui Spirit Turtle Shell in Chen Yun's arms flew out uncontrollably, and the indigo juice drew a star map on the ice surface.

The swimming tadpole characters suddenly stopped, and then reorganized into the "Gui Zang" hexagram - Qian heaven, Kun earth, Zhen thunder, Xun wind, Li fire and Kan water overlapping.

"This is... the Xiantian Li Kan Formation!"

Yin Yue's voice trembled: "Quickly use the tortoise shell to suppress the center of the formation!"

Chen Yun used his finger as a knife to cut open his palm, and blood sprayed on the tortoise shell.

The surface of the oracle bones reveals the veins of mountains and rivers, which perfectly matches the star map on the body of the tripod.

The floor tiles in the hall began to flip, and the pearls on the seventy-two coiled dragon pillars exploded one after another. Each piece of debris reflected the shadow of an ancient monk refining true fire.

The fire baby suddenly opened his eyes, with galaxy star sand flowing in his eyes.

The Nascent Soul in Chen Yun's purple palace stood up suddenly, and the three-inch little man held up the Xutian Ding in his hand, and chaotic energy spewed out of the Ding's mouth.

At the moment when the two eternal auras collided, he saw clearly the mark on the Fire Infant's forehead.

It turned out to be a miniature giant tripod pattern!
"A friendly approach."

A hoarse voice came from the bronze tripod, and a human face bulged out from the belly of the tripod. "If you can force out the true form of the Fire Spirit, are you willing to inherit my Fire Refining Sect?"

Chen Yun retreated seven feet, holding three golden talismans in his sleeves.

The man's face turned into flowing fire and penetrated into the tortoise shell, and the star map suddenly lit up.

The Li Kan formation pattern under the ice seemed to come alive and climbed up his Taoist robe along the soles of his boots.

"Be careful about being possessed!" Yin Yue shouted.

A group of frost centipedes formed into a human-shaped ice sculpture, and a black ice sword spirit condensed from the fingertips and pierced Chen Yun's back.

He turned around and waved his sleeves, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword Formation shattered the ice sculpture, but a silver moon shadow appeared in the broken ice crystals.

That is clearly puppetry that has been tampered with!

At the critical moment when the tortoise shell star map spread to his neck, Chen Yun gritted his teeth and used all his strength to activate the Brahma True Demon Power.

In an instant, dark gold magic patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, colliding with the mysterious star map to produce a sound of metal and stone. The atmosphere was tense and murderous.

At this critical moment of the stalemate, the Fire Infant suddenly decided to blow up his left arm.

An extremely pure Taiyin True Fire surged into his dantian along the veins of the star map.

At the same time, Chen Yun's Purple Mansion Nascent Soul unexpectedly opened its third eye.

The Xutian Ding seemed to sense something and swallowed up all the Taiyin True Fire that was pouring in.

Chen Yun's body shook violently, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

It turns out that this is not some kind of inheritance, but a carefully planned "Dinglu Rebirth Array" set up by an ancient monk.

Chen Yun sneered in his heart and crushed the Xuanpo Pearl that he had prepared without hesitation.

The extreme cold force instantly froze the acupoints around his body, causing the flow of the star map to suddenly stop.

The fire baby screamed unwillingly, but the situation could not be reversed.

Xu Tian Ding took the opportunity to spray out chaos chains and quickly dragged the white flame baby into the cauldron.

As the entire hall began to collapse, Chen Yun quickly took away the Frost Centipede and prepared to escape.

However, he suddenly discovered that the star map under his feet had turned into a teleportation array.

Ripple-like patterns appeared on the tortoise shell, and the outline of a deep-sea palace could be vaguely seen—there lay the remains of the real Black Water Spirit Turtle.

The Yin Fire surged violently within the restriction, illuminating the entire hall in a dark blue color.

The golden arcs of electricity flowing from Chen Yun's fingertips weaved a net of heaven and earth in the void, and each lightning pattern cleverly matched the number of stars in the sky.

Suddenly, the rosy glow transformed from the Purple Fire surged and condensed into a nine-petal lotus platform at the core of the Yin Fire, looking mysterious and magnificent.

"Wait a minute, Master!"

Yin Yue raised her white hand lightly, and a silver chain of moonlight condensed out, which quickly wrapped around Chen Yun's wrist.

There was urgency in her voice:

"This Yin Fire is devouring the cold air in the earth's veins!" Before he finished speaking, the red fire pillars at the four corners of the hall suddenly burst into dazzling light.

The dragon reliefs on the eighteen coiled dragon pillars seem to be given life, and the flames spewing from the dragon's mouth are intertwined with the Yin fire, forming a yin and yang vortex.

Chen Yun's pupils shrank slightly, and the spirit beast bag on his waist moved without wind. The roar of the Soul-Crying Beast penetrated the layers of restrictions.

"Kan and Li clash, water and fire are in harmony..."

He bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist condensed into mysterious runes in the air.

"town!"

he shouted.

The scarlet jade box suddenly burst into colorful light, and the shadow of an ancient monk refining a weapon appeared on the lid of the box.

The Ice Phoenix transformed from the Taiyin True Fire let out a long cry and swallowed the lotus platform transformed from the Purple Luo Extreme Fire into its stomach.

Upon seeing this, Yin Yue hurriedly made a hand gesture, and nine silver rings flew out from her hair, forming a Nine Palace Soul Locking Array around Bing Feng.

The ground suddenly shook violently, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the giant cauldron sealed by black ice.

Chen Yun pressed his palms on the body of the tripod, and the purple-gold Brahma Holy Demon Power transformed into the shadow of a six-armed demon god, and three heads chanted the Buddhist mantra at the same time.

The clear sound coming from the cauldron became more and more urgent, as if an ancient ferocious beast was about to break out of the seal.

"Collect!" Chen Yun shouted.

With a loud shout, thousands of golden runes burst out from the mouth of the cauldron.

In an instant, they intertwined in the air to form a pattern of a three-legged golden crow, with each feather burning with a blazing white flame.

Seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords flew out from Chen Yun's sleeves, and the sword formation turned into a green cage that wrapped up the Golden Crow's phantom.

"Chong-"

The lid of the tripod suddenly shot up into the sky, and a crystal stone the size of a longan was suspended in the yin and yang energies.

This thing is transparent, and the light of the sun, moon and stars flows inside. Yin Yue suddenly covered her chest, and the fox clan's unique moon pupils glowed silver:
"This crystal... is resonating!"

Chen Yun stretched out his hand and grabbed the crystal, and the moment he touched the crystal, he felt a spatial fluctuation.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a column of light suddenly burst out from the main peak of Kunwu Mountain in the distance, and formation patterns appeared on seventy-two suspended attics at the same time.

A heart-pounding roar came from deep within the mountain, as if a prehistoric beast was awakening.

“It’s too late.”

Chen Yun flipped his hand and put the crystal into the storage bracelet. He swept the Three Flame Fan across to break the restriction of the palace door. "This fluctuation... at least it's a fight between two cultivators in the Spiritualization Stage!"

When the Taiyin True Fire completely devoured the Zi Luo Extreme Fire, strange phenomena occurred.

The Yin Fire sealed in the scarlet jade box transformed into a human form, whose face was seven points similar to Silver Moon.

As soon as the fire spirit raised its hand, it attracted the Yin energy of the earth's veins, and dark blue ice flowers instantly formed on the ground of the Spirit Casting Hall.

"A friendly approach."

The Fire Spirit actually spoke in a man's voice. The ice crystals condensed on his fingertips turned into a long sword, and he spoke coldly:
"But if you want to use me to replenish the Taiyin True Fire, I'm afraid you've made a wrong calculation."

Chen Yun was sweating profusely, but his expression remained calm:

"Since you are already psychic, why don't you make a deal with me?"

After saying this, he quietly hid his left hand in his sleeve, tightly grasping the Three Flame Fan, with seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords surrounding his body, swimming like a dragon.

The Fire Spirit suddenly chuckled and pointed the tip of his sword outside the palace:

"Why do you think those old monsters let you refine weapons here? This thing that is suppressed under Kunwu Mountain... heh."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud sound of chains breaking coming from deep within the mountain, and monstrous demonic energy rushed straight into the sky.

Yin Yue suddenly revealed her true form as a celestial fox, with nine tails spreading out behind her like a folding screen:
"Master, hurry up! This is the breath of the Ancient Demon Lord!"

The moonlight that came out of her mouth collided with the demonic energy, and actually exploded a space crack in the air.

Chen Yun decisively waved the Three Flame Fan, and the strong light of the three kinds of strange fire intertwined directly hit the dome of the hall.

He broke out of the top in an instant, grabbed Yin Yue's wrist tightly, and turned into a green rainbow light and quickly escaped.

The Soul Casting Hall below collapsed under the attack of evil spirit, and the eighteen red fire pillars were actually corroded by the evil spirit and turned into ferocious bone dragons.

The negative energy kept hitting the protective light shield like raindrops, making a sizzling sound, showing its strong corrosiveness.

The scarlet fireball controlled by the old man from the Ye family blew up two evil ghosts again, but then gray fog surged, and more figures with green faces and fangs stepped out from the void.

"We can't continue like this!"

The old man was sweating profusely, and the clear light from the white jade ruler had dimmed a lot. The poison-proof pendant hanging around his waist suddenly emitted a dazzling red light.

The small green-scaled snakes that emerged from the sleeves of the Poison Saint Sect members were condensing the poisonous mist into nine purple-black chains.

The purple light in the ancient demon's eyes suddenly increased, and the black sword suddenly changed direction, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the void.

Wherever the sword passed, the gray fog was torn apart like cloth.

The blood-jade carved walls were revealed. The demon-suppressing talismans left by the ancient monks were flashing violently, obviously bearing the impact of the Yin Qi beyond their limit.

The ancient bronze sword suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar, and the Taotie beast head opened its scarlet eyes.

The big-headed monster bit his fingertips and smeared the blood on the center of the beast's eyebrows.

Following an order, the sword flashed like a meteor and pierced straight into the void in the southeast corner.

As the sword sank into the gray fog, an ancient demon-sealing formation diagram emerged from the ground, with dense blood-red lines indicating the power of the seal.

A creepy laugh came from the center of the formation, and the Ghost King nailed by the bronze sword gradually solidified.

It has three faces.

The woman in palace dress in the middle, the old man on the left and the crying baby on the right.

Each mouth held half a chain, the end of which was buried in the ground.

Seeing this, Hua Tianqi's pupils suddenly shrank, and his spell suddenly changed. The poisonous mist chain gave up attacking the Ye family's shield and turned to wrap around the ghost king's real body.

The vertical pupils of the green-scaled snake reflected greed, and it actually wanted to devour the spirit of the thousand-year-old ghost king.

The ancient demon smiled coldly, and the crushed bone talisman in his hand released monstrous demonic energy.

This boundary-breaking talisman, made from the finger bones of an ancient demon general, triggered a tide of yin energy.

The Ghost King roared in pain, and his three faces simultaneously spewed out his innate Yin Fire, causing the temperature of the entire hall to drop sharply to the point where his breath turned into frost.

Uncle Seven of the Ye family seized the opportunity and threw out the bronze compass. The needle spun wildly and pointed to the direction of the spiral staircase: "Let's go!"

The three of them turned into a flash of light and disappeared in an instant. The corner of the baby's face on the right side of the Ghost King suddenly cracked.

That's not a mouth, but a suction cup covered with barbs!
"careful!"

A female voice like a silver bell suddenly rang out.

The bone blade that was originally attacking the Poison Saint Sect changed direction and drew a strange arc in the air.

The underworld characters appeared on the three-foot-long blade. The space wherever it passed was torn like rotten silk, and scarlet liquid oozed out of the dark cracks.

The old man threw out three red sun thunder beads with his backhand, and the extremely yang energy produced by the explosion barely offset the power of the bone blade.

Everyone barely avoided the fatal blow, but saw that the bronze relief at the corner of the stairs was glowing with a faint light, and the pattern of a three-legged golden crow was absorbing the overflowing Yin energy.

The seal of the Tongtian Lingbao began to loosen, the big-headed monster's voice trembled, and the inscription on the compass suddenly turned bloody.

Below their feet, a loud roar of chains breaking came from the eighth floor of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the aura of spatial fluctuations spread upwards along the spiral staircase.

The three faces of the Ghost King opened their eyes instantly, and green underworld fire spewed out of the mouth of the woman in palace dress.

The old man began to chant the mantra for the afterlife, while the baby-like sucker made a soul-shaking scream. (End of this chapter)