The Four Symbols Poison Formation formed by the four members of the Poison Saint Sect collapsed instantly. The weakest disciple started bleeding from all seven orifices and turned into a pool of smelly blood.

"It's now!"

Hua Tianqi suddenly ripped open his collar, revealing a Hydra tattoo on his chest.

The giant python formed by the poisonous fog tightly wrapped around the Ghost King's neck, and its fangs pierced into the eye sockets of the old man's face.

When the Ghost King loosened his grip in pain, half of the bronze chain fell out of his mouth and created spider-web-like cracks in the air when it hit the ground.

A gleam of light flashed in the ancient demon's eyes, and the small black sword turned into a dragon and grabbed the chain.

The moment the sword touched the chain, the entire Demon-Suppressing Tower shook violently, and the inverted top of the tower cast down the light of stars.

The demon-sealing formation on the seventh-level dome began to collapse, and countless ghosts poured out from the cracks, but they turned into ashes after being touched by the light of the stars.

At the critical moment, the seventh uncle of the Ye family swung the bronze sword to slash at the ancient demon, but was stopped by a silver-haired woman who suddenly appeared.

The woman's pupils were like the moon and her nine fox tails were stretched out. She was actually the Silver Moon who had forced her way through the space restriction and rushed here.

While everyone was fighting, the big-headed monster bit his tongue and spurted out his own blood.

After absorbing the essence and blood, the bronze compass transformed into a three-legged golden crow, carrying the two members of the Ye family towards the depths of the spiral staircase.

The spatial fluctuations from below became increasingly intense. On the ground on the eighth floor, the half-broken bronze tripod ear was emitting a heart-pounding aura.

Hua Tianqi, wearing a green scale robe, stood proudly in the gloomy wind.

He slowly raised his hand, made hand gestures and cast a spell, and saw seventy-two Netherworld Lamps gathered above his head to form a star formation.

The dark green firelight illuminated the front, revealing three incomplete bronze puppets.

He was the tower guard carefully crafted by the Tianji Pavilion three hundred years ago. At this moment, scarlet will-o'-the-wisp fire was flickering in his eye sockets.

"Brother Hua, this is a soul-stealing puppet!"

Behind me came the urgent call of my fourth junior brother, Old Man Kuzhu.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three puppets suddenly bared their fangs, and the stench of corpse poison mixed with a sinister aura rushed towards him.

"Form the Four Symbols Formation!"

Hua Tianqi acted decisively, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the Ten Thousand Poison Banner in his hand.

The dark green banner instantly expanded to three meters in length, and the poisonous fog condensed into four ferocious beasts.

The green dragon swung its tail, shattering the puppet on the left.

The white tiger's sharp claws tore open the chest of the one in the middle, but when it touched the core, a blinding red light burst out.

The shattered remains of the puppet suddenly turned into blood mist and condensed into the true body of the Ghost King with three heads and six arms in mid-air.

Hua Tianqi's pupils suddenly shrank. This was clearly the "Blood Evil Transformation" technique that could only be performed by a ghost cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

The Ghost King formed seals with his six hands at the same time. In an instant, the entire floor of the tower was covered with densely packed faces of vengeful spirits.

"Everyone from the Ye family, how long do you still need to watch the show?"

Hua Tianqi suddenly turned towards the shadow in the southeast corner, and a brilliant green light shot out from his hand.

As ripples appeared in the void, three figures appeared.

A huge head was suspended in the air above Ye Yuesheng's head, and behind it was an ancient demon holding a demon mirror, in which countless evil spirits were reflected.

"Fellow Daoist Hua's Nine Netherworld Delusion-Breaking Eyes has become even more sophisticated."

Ye Yuesheng smiled coldly, and the Seven Killing Sword Formation above his head exuded a cold sword energy.

"However, they dared to break into the Demon Suppression Tower with only four mid-Nascent Soul cultivators. Is the Poison Saint Sect so bold now?"

At this moment, the Ghost King let out a deafening roar, and waved his six arms, creating a huge wave of blood.

Hua Tianqi glanced and found half of a bone slipping out of the ancient demon's sleeve.

These are clearly the remains of the guardian of the sixth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

In an instant, he realized the Ye family's conspiracy.

They deliberately triggered the ban and released the Ghost King, aiming to kill someone with a borrowed knife!
"The world is turned upside down!"

Hua Tianqi shouted loudly, and the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect crushed the jade talismans on their waists at the same time.

The space fluctuated like water waves, and the figures of the four people suddenly became blurred.

The Ghost King's blood wave hit nothing, and instead surged towards the three people from the Ye family.

When the Seven Killing Sword Formation collided with the blood wave, a five-colored crystal flew out of Hua Tianqi's sleeve.

In an instant, the crystal stone grew as it touched the ground, turning into a crystal wall hundreds of feet long that stretched across the tower. The five elements of spiritual light flowed on the wall, actually splitting the space apart.

"Sumeru Five Elements Wall?"

Ye Yuesheng was filled with shock and anger, accompanied by the roar of the Seven Killing Sword Qi violently chopping the crystal wall.

Even though forcibly activating the space-shifting talisman had hurt his lungs, Hua Tianqi still smiled coldly.

The five-colored rays of light on the crystal wall were devouring the sword energy, which was exactly the characteristic of the Xumi Sect's most precious treasure.

In the dark corridor, a green flame lit up in Hua Tianqi's palm.

The firelight illuminated the mottled ancient inscriptions on the wall, and the distorted symbols gradually overlapped with the records on the jade slip in his arms.

"The fragments of the manuscript that our forefather copied on the gilded wall on the eighth floor."

His fingertips traced a mark that looked like a dragon's tail, and memories from three hundred years ago suddenly surged back.

At that time, he was still at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and he fought with a thousand-year-old poisonous dragon at the bottom of the Poison Dragon Pond for three days and three nights.

The curse cast by the poisonous dragon before its death seeped into his bone marrow. If his master had not suppressed it with his natal Gu, he would have turned into a pool of poisonous blood long ago.

But at this moment, the burning heat from the poisonous dragon ball in his arms clearly resonated with somewhere at the bottom of the tower.

"Brother, your hands!"

Junior Sister Qingluo suddenly exclaimed.

Hua Tianqi lowered his head and discovered that fine dragon scale patterns had appeared under the skin of his right hand, which was a sign of the poisonous dragon's curse.

He suddenly clenched the poison dragon ball in his hand, and the black energy swirling inside the emerald green ball suddenly became agitated.

The pearl light actually reflected the shadow of half a huge bronze door at the end of the passage.

On the other side of the crystal wall, the ancient demon's Sky Demon Mirror had sucked up all the blood waves.

The figures of the Poison Saint Sect members traveling through space appeared in the mirror.

Ye Yuesheng stared at the image in the mirror, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his huge head:
"Brother Chen, it's time to release that thing."

The ancient demon slipped out a pitch-black jade slip from his sleeve, and nine blood-red seals were wrapped around the slip.

When he crushed the third seal, the entire Demon-Suppressing Tower suddenly trembled, and countless ancient prohibitions let out wails of being on the verge of collapse.

Deep within the eighth layer, some being that had been sleeping for ten thousand years opened its eyes.

The thirty-six stone statues on the White Jade Square suddenly glowed with a faint light.

Chen Yun's green robe rustled as his spiritual pressure surged.

He looked at the seven gilded spears floating behind the young man named Xu. There was a relief of a coiled dragon on each spear.

That was the Seven Dragon-Slaying Spears that had been passed down by the Tuwu tribe for three thousand years.

The Qiulong Spear Formation performed by Fellow Daoist Xu is quite similar to the sword formation I have set up.

Chen pressed the spirit beast bag on his waist with his left hand, and quietly formed a sword gesture with his right hand. The seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords in his sleeves trembled slightly in the lightning patterns.

The evil-repelling divine thunder wrapped around the sword has accumulated power to the ninth level of heaven.

Ge Tianhao took a step forward suddenly, and three Yinluo banners formed a triangle formation above his head.

The Nine Netherworld Ghost Face appeared on the banner, and it opened its mouth to spit out inky black ghost energy.

This ghost energy actually condensed into three hundred-foot-long dark snakes, winding on the white jade ground, leaving charred marks. "Fellow Daoist Chen, do you know that in order to refine these three main banners, the Yinluo Sect sacrificed blood from seven mortal kingdoms."

The young man surnamed Xu's fingertips brushed across Ge Feng, and a drop of blood sank into the dragon's eye.

"If I can get my Taoist Yuanying into the banner today, I will be able to achieve the state of having all the ghosts paying homage to me."

Lin Yinping lightly lifted her wide sleeves, and nine silver rings flew out from her white wrists, outlining the star track totem of the Tianlan Temple in the void.

When the seventh silver ring was embedded in the center of the formation, the entire white jade square shook suddenly, and the stone statue on the altar opened its emerald eyes.

Chen Yun's pupils shrank slightly.

The giant blades in the hands of those stone statues lit up with bloody inscriptions, which were obviously the immortal-killing patterns unique to the ancient war puppets.

The blue bricks under his feet suddenly cracked into spider-web-like cracks, and seventy-two golden chains broke out of the ground.

This is the dragon-trapping formation of the Tianlan Temple!

"Get up!" the young man surnamed Xu shouted.

The seven golden spears instantly turned into seven meteors, and in each ray of golden light there was the shadow of a dragon with bared fangs and claws.

The dragon's roar shook the ancient trees around the square and broke them in half. The falling leaves were crushed into powder by the dragon before they even hit the ground.

All the swords in Chen Yun's sleeves came out, and the green sword light formed a Bagua formation.

The evil-repelling divine thunder traveled between the hexagrams, colliding with the golden dragon's phantom and producing thousands of lightning sparks.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of breaking air behind his ears. It turned out that three Hades snakes had penetrated the lightning net, and their fangs were only three inches away from the back of his neck!
At this critical moment, the spirit beast bag on Chen Yun's waist automatically flew up. The mouth of the bag glowed brightly with golden light, and hundreds of six-winged frost centipedes swarmed out.

The cold mist spewed out by these ancient strange insects instantly froze the Hades Snake, and ice crystals actually formed on the surface of Ge Tianhao's Yin Luo Banner.

"Six-winged frost centipede?" Lin Yinping exclaimed in surprise.

The silver ring in her hand suddenly turned, and nine rays of starlight transformed into a light prison that covered the insect swarm.

However, mysterious runes appeared on the carapace of the frost centipede, and when the light touched the insect's body, it melted like spring snow.

The young man surnamed Xu's expression suddenly changed, and the seven golden spears suddenly merged into one.

A hundred-foot-long golden dragon rose into the sky, and its claws tore open a corner of the sword formation.

Chen Yun felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth, but a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

What he was waiting for was the moment when the other party would use all his strength to activate his life magic weapon!

A small bronze tripod suddenly flew out from his sleeve, and the inscription on the tripod resonated with the mysterious patterns on the giant blade of the stone statue.

The Xutian Ding was suspended high in the air, and chaotic air was spewing out of its mouth.

The phantom of the golden dragon was tightly entangled by the chaotic energy, and it let out bursts of painful roars, and fine cracks actually appeared on the body of the golden spear.

"How could the Holy Tripod..."

The silver ring formation set up by Lin Yinping suddenly became chaotic.

She looked at the star pattern on the Xutian Ding in disbelief. It was the map of the celestial stars that had been lost in the temple for ten thousand years!
Ge Tianhao took the opportunity to summon his own corpse puppet, and three silver corpses broke through the ground and attacked Chen Yun's dantian directly.

However, a green light suddenly appeared on Chen Yun's head, and his second Yuanying escaped from his body holding the Blood Demon Sword. Wherever the sword flashed, all the silver corpses were cut in half.

At the same time, a small black banner flew out from Chen Yun's sleeve. The moment the banner unfolded, the entire square fell into endless darkness.

"Oh no! It's Gui Luo Banner's Netherworld..."

The young man surnamed Xu had just issued a warning when his words suddenly stopped.

In the darkness, Buddhist sounds rang out, and eighty-one golden lotuses blossomed in the void.

When the light reappeared, everyone was surprised to see Chen Yun standing at the highest point of the altar, with a jade key engraved with mysterious patterns in his hand.

The stone statues on the altar suddenly turned around collectively, and the target of the giant blade was no longer Chen Yun, but the people of Tianlan.

A bloody battle formation appeared on the white jade ground, and the golden dragon-trapping chains actually wrapped around the seven golden spears of the young man named Xu.

Thank you all for helping me unlock the Immortal Killing Lock. Chen Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and flicked the jade key with his fingertips.

Twelve bronze pillars rose up around the square, with a ball of blue flame suspended on the top of each pillar.

This is the legendary ancient blue flame, which has the power to burn the Nascent Soul.

The young man surnamed Xu stared at the gradually lit up teleportation array pattern under Chen Yun's feet and said sternly:

"You knew that this is the entrance to the side hall of Xutian Palace!"

"Does Fellow Daoist Xu know that I obtained half of the Void Sky Fragment Map twenty years ago?"

As the transmission light flickered, Chen Yun's figure gradually became blurred.

He continued, "Today, I would like to thank you all for your mysterious Yin ghost energy. Only the power of extreme Yin can activate the eye of the Immortal Killing Formation."

As the voice faded, the green flame on the bronze pillar transformed into a fire dragon and pounced towards everyone.

Lin Yinping's silver ring formation shattered in an instant, and Ge Tianhao's Yin Luo Banner curled up and turned black in the fire.

The young man surnamed Xu laughed in anger, and the broken golden spear suddenly exploded into a golden rain, tearing a gap in the fire dragon...

In an underground palace thousands of miles away, Chen Yun staggered out from the teleportation array.

The jade key in his hand had turned into powder, and all the frost centipedes in his sleeves had fallen into a deep sleep.

The second Yuanying suddenly groaned, and fine cracks appeared on the Blood Demon Sword.

"The late Nascent Soul stage is indeed extraordinary..."

Chen Yun stared at the mural in the underground palace. The face of the monk holding the tripod in the painting was somewhat similar to his own.

When his gaze turned to the star map in the corner of the mural, his pupils suddenly shrank.

That was obviously the location of the next remaining fragment of the Xutian map.

The sound of chains breaking came from deep in the underground palace, and an aura more terrifying than that of the late Nascent Soul stage was awakening.

Chen Yun swallowed a few pills helplessly, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword Formation was activated again.

This time, the sword light was no longer surrounded by the evil-repelling divine thunder, but the chaotic energy overflowing from the Xutian Cauldron...

The young man surnamed Xu’s fingers were like swords, and seven broken golden spears drew bloody talismans in the void.

As soon as these talismans touched the restrictions of Kunwu Mountain, the entire white jade staircase seemed to come alive, and reliefs of green-faced and fanged ghost faces appeared on each step.

“Immortal Devouring Ghost Level!”

Before Lin Yinping had finished screaming, the five-colored peacock in the front suddenly let out a miserable wail.

The stone steps under its claws cracked open into a bloody mouth, and its long scarlet tongue tightly wrapped around the peacock's tail feathers, and the colorful feathers quickly faded to gray.

Ge Tianhao hurriedly made hand gestures to recall the spirit beast, but saw that the swallowed tail feathers had turned into a stone sculpture.

As the peacock stumbled back, blood oozed from the corners of the mouth of the ghost face relief on the stone steps - these ancient prohibitions were actually devouring the essence of living beings!
Chen Yun's Thunder Escape appeared a hundred feet away, and golden ripples appeared where his toes lightly touched.

The Xu Tian Ding had been suspended above his head at some point, and the chaotic energy hung down like a curtain, isolating the suction force of the Immortal Devouring Ghost Stage.

Half a burnt-yellow leather scroll slipped out from his sleeve, and the star map on it echoed the glow somewhere on the top of the mountain.

"It is indeed here."

Chen Yun's eyes lit up.

The incomplete map of the sky that he obtained in the Chaos Star Sea twenty years ago is now resonating with something deep in the Kunwu Palace.

The inscriptions on the tripod suddenly floated in the air, casting a hidden light path on both sides of the stone steps.

There was a sound of space tearing behind him, and the young man named Xu actually sacrificed a bronze bell.

Blood mist gushed out of the nine holes on the bell simultaneously. The immortal-eating ghost faces shut up after being touched by the blood mist, and a scarlet passage was dyed on the white jade steps.

"Nine Nether Soul-Catching Bell!"

Chen Yun's heart was slightly shaken. (End of this chapter)