Seeing this, Madam Mu nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Good! With this as a guide, I will carefully set up the 'Nine Yin Erosion Heart Formation'. Even if I can't kill the old demon, I will definitely be able to destroy 30% of his cultivation."

After saying that, she put away the jade box in her palm, and then turned her gaze towards the mountain gate, revealing a trace of solemnity in her eyes:
"But right now, that boy is more worthy of attention."

Chen Yun stepped onto the 73rd stone step, and every step left a blood-colored array pattern on the white stone.

He felt a huge pressure that made his spine bend like a bow.

His body was surrounded by purple fire, forming a lotus-shaped flame wheel that intertwined with the golden dragon's phantom, burning the invading restrictive power to ashes.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of bone breaking in his right arm and he groaned in pain.

He quickly formed a seal with his left hand, and the silver wings behind him burst out with thousands of lightning arcs.

These arcs of electricity flowed upstream along the stone steps and condensed into a lightning image a hundred feet away.

The Dharmakāya raised his hand and pressed lightly, causing visible folds in space to form as it collided with the invisible restriction.

The people at the foot of the mountain cried out in surprise, and the soul fire in the eyes of the white-bone giant transformed by the old demon Qian surged:
"It's actually a Lightning Formation! Who is this young man?"

The silver-winged Yaksha flapped its wings and flew high, and in its green pupils was reflected the strange form of Chen Yun, half dragon and half human:
"No! There is the aura of an ancient demon in his body... It's the spirit summoning technique!"

As soon as these words came out, the three demons changed color at the same time. The lion-beast growled from its throat, and its sharp claws plowed deep grooves on the ground.

The bone staff in the ugly woman's hand emitted a black light, and the eye sockets of the skull on the top of the staff glowed bloody.

Only the young man surnamed Xu showed ecstasy: "It is indeed the aura of the Void Cauldron! The temple relic should be returned to its original owner!"

Madam Mu suddenly held down Junior Sister's wrist and whispered:

"Wait a minute! Someone is more anxious than us."

She flicked her fingertips, and a wisp of green smoke turned into a mirror in the air. The mirror reflected the corner of the mountain path.

In the green mist, a tall figure is slowly emerging.

The man was wearing a dark green cloak, his face was shrouded in shadow, only his pair of green eyes were dancing like will-o'-the-wisp.

"It's the old monster with green eyes from the Poison Saint Sect!"

The junior sister gasped, "How could he know about Kunwu Mountain?"

"I'm afraid there will be more than one."

Madam Mu sneered, put the mirror into her sleeve, and slid out the Four Symbols Ruler.

The ruler was white in color, and the relief of the four spirits seemed to break out of the jade under the infusion of spiritual power. She continued:
"When the palace door opens, you hold the ruler to restrain the young man surnamed Xu, and I will go to take the Dragon Seal. Remember, you must not look into the eyes of the old monster with green eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, a dragon roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

The nine corners of the eaves of the Kunwu Palace lit up with golden light at the same time, and the tightly closed bronze door of the palace slowly opened with a roar.

What overflowed from the crack in the door was not precious light, but black mist as thick as ink.

Wherever the fog passed, the giant trees on both sides withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The golden liquid dripped through the cracks in the bark, corroding the white stone ground into a deep pit several feet deep.

"Back off!"

Demon Qian shouted sternly, and the skeleton giant crossed his arms to protect himself.

The moment the black mist touched the white bones, dense holes appeared on the crystal-like surface of the bones, as if they were gnawed by billions of ants.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha screamed and tore a crack in space, but black fog drilled into the crack like a living thing, and surged out from the other side in an instant.

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The spirit beast bag on his waist suddenly trembled violently, and the cry of the soul-crying beast penetrated the restriction and exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness. This was an unprecedented warning.

Even when facing the Guiluo Banner of the Yinluo Sect Leader, this ancient beast had never been so agitated.

A vague figure gradually emerged from the black fog.

The man raised his hand and tapped lightly, and the young man named Xu who was casting a spell froze in place instantly.

The wronged souls on the blood-red flags all let out sharp wails, broke free from their restraints and attacked their master.

At the same time, the green mist domain of the old monster with green eyes melted away like spring snow, revealing his horrified face:
"This is... the demonic energy of the Nightmare!"

A loud sound of chains breaking came from deep within the Kunwu Palace. A hoarse voice traveled through thousands of years, echoing in the depths of everyone's soul:

"How can you ants be worthy of touching my flesh and blood?"

There was a cold light flashing in Ge Tianhao's eyes, and the fiery red spear trembled slightly in his palm.

Ten feet away, Chen Yun's blue clothes had been stained red with blood, but he still stepped forward firmly in the golden ripples.

The bloodstains on the stone steps of the mountain gate were like a red centipede, gnawing at the thousand-year-old restriction of Kunwu Temple.

"How dare you do that!"

Veins popped out on Ge Tianhao's forehead.

The scene of the Three Flame Fan burning the White Bone Sword three months ago was still vivid in his mind. When the magic weapon that had taken a hundred years of hard work turned into ashes, three major acupoints on his left arm were blown open with bloody holes.

At this moment, Chen Yun's back was wide open, which was a good opportunity for revenge.

The sound of the long spear breaking through the air was as sharp as a ghost crying, and the red light wrapped in the burning fire pierced Chen Yun's back.

Just as Ge Tianhao was about to put on a sinister smile, he suddenly saw the red light twisting strangely in mid-air.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands grasped the spear and threw it into the ground.

With a loud bang, a three-meter-deep pit was blown out in the bluestone floor tiles, and the flying debris hit the protective qi and made crackling sounds.

"Great Five Elements Magnetism?"

Lin Yinping gently covered her lips, and the silver bell on her wrist jingled.

She clearly saw that the moment the long spear fell to the ground, seventy-two golden patterns flashed in the void.

"Stupid." The silver-winged Yaksha flapped its wings and hung in the air, its jet-black wings reflecting the dim light of the glazed tiles of the Kunwu Palace.

"This is the image of the golden magnet shining again, and the reverse of the two yin and yang."

He tapped his fingertips lightly, and everyone looked in the direction they were looking. They saw the towering ancient trees on both sides of the mountain path glowing with an amber halo, and the texture of the tree trunks was like molten gold slowly flowing.

The young man surnamed Xu frowned slightly.

The "Xuan Ji Plate" in his arms suddenly became as hot as a branding iron. This was a sign of sensing the ancient prohibition.

He glanced at the Silver-Winged Yaksha calmly. There was a hint of sneer on the corner of the monster's mouth, as if it had known this would happen.

Chen Yun's silhouette flickered in the golden ripples.

With every step he took, the bluestone beneath his feet cracked like a spider web, but his spine remained as straight as a gun.

Lin Yinping suddenly noticed that fine scales appeared on the young man's exposed neck, glowing with an eerie purple light in the setting sun.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

She twisted her slender waist, and a four-winged monster snake jumped out of the spirit beast bag.

This evil beast was bred by crossing the North Sea Black Turtle and the Teng Snake. It had a naturally formed fire-avoiding rune on its carapace, and it once managed to withstand the Nine Netherworld Fire of the old demon Qian.

As soon as the strange snake pounced into the mountain gate, its four wings suddenly stiffened.

Everyone only heard a series of "crackling" sounds of bones breaking, and the body that was invulnerable to swords and guns collapsed like dough.

Blood mist mixed with broken bones splashed on the golden light curtain and instantly turned into wisps of green smoke.

"Gold magnet shines brightly, and it kills when it encounters gold."

"The old demon Qian's white bone body sneered like the friction of metal and stone: "This kid has evil spirits."

Five dark green ghostly flames flickered in his skull, revealing that the scales on the back of Chen Yun's neck were growing crazily.

Ge Tianhao suddenly remembered the rumors about the dark land half a year ago.

It is said that a cultivator witnessed Chen Yun fighting with a wolf demon for three days, and finally ate its inner elixir alive. At that time, it was just a rumor, but now it seems...

"Playing tricks!" The young man named Xu put his fingers together to form a sword, and the Yellow Dragon Sword Box behind him opened.

Seven heavy swords without edges came out one after another, and the "Gold-Breaking Curse" engraved on the swords emitted a green light.

This is forged using thousand-year-old silver mixed with North Sea black ice, and is specifically designed to break gold-based magic.

The moment the sword light hit the golden magnetic wood, something strange happened.

A golden vortex appeared on the bark surface, swallowing up all the sword energy. When the light faded away, only a light white mark remained, which was instantly smoothed out by the flowing golden lines.

"Sure enough."

The Silver-Winged Yaksha fluttered its wings lightly, and three bone nails blended silently into the sky full of magical weapons.

When Ge Tianhao's Soul-Destroying Nail hit the tree trunk, black mist rose from the surface of the nail, but the real killing move turned into a gossamer and seeped into the tree rings.

This is the "Gold-Eroding Curse" written in ancient demonic script, and it will take 365 days to manifest.

Lin Yinping did not notice any signs of abnormality and was concentrating all her efforts on unleashing the power of the Nine Phoenix Hairpin.

This magic weapon was tempered from the tears of mermaids from the South China Sea. It does not contain any gold. However, once it touches the spiritual wood, it immediately bursts out with brilliant light.

In this light, the phantom of a nine-headed divine bird appeared vaguely, and its cry made the golden pattern vibrate.

"Harder!"

The square-faced monk roared.

The Xuanming heavy water he used had transformed into three black dragons, but every time the black dragons approached the tree trunk, they were torn to pieces by an invisible force.

Where the heavy water fell, the ground instantly collapsed into an abyss, but it did not cause any damage to the spiritual tree.

The white bone body of the old demon Qian suddenly grew ten feet long, and five skulls ejected pale crystal balls.

Wherever these crystal balls flew past, ice crystal trails condensed in the air, but they suddenly stopped when they were three feet away from the spiritual tree.

The golden magnetic light and the extremely cold air collided violently, tearing a spider-web-like space crack in mid-air.

Chen Yun's figure was approaching the end of the mountain gate.

His right arm was completely covered with purple scales. The evil-repelling divine thunder in his palm met the golden magnetic light, bursting out a dazzling arc of electricity.

With every arc explosion, golden runes emerged from the void and then disappeared without a trace.

"He's changing the restrictions!"

The Silver-Winged Yaksha suddenly shouted loudly.

The three monsters looked at each other, bit their tongues and spurted out blood at the same time.

The demonic weapon mixed in with the offensive suddenly launched an attack, its target was not the spiritual tree, but directly at the back of the young man named Xu!
"careful!"

Ghost fire burned in the eyes of old demon Qian, and his bone claws grabbed the monster in mid-air.

At this critical moment, Chen Yun suddenly turned around and swung out the Three Flame Fan, and the flames turned into a fire phoenix and swooped down on everyone.

The golden magnet's heavy light went wild when it met fire, and the entire mountain road instantly turned into a molten gold purgatory.

When the flames died down, the vermilion lacquered door of Kunwu Palace burst open.

Before Chen Yun's figure disappeared into the darkness inside the door, his right hand drew a strange arc in the air.

The bone nails in the sleeves of the Silver-Winged Yaksha suddenly became hot, and blood-colored demonic patterns lit up at the same time deep in the growth rings of the three hundred golden magnetic spirit trees.

The soles of Chen Yun's boots created sparks on the bluestone slabs.

The golden magnetic light turned into thousands of golden needles that pierced into the pores, and every inch of flesh and blood screamed.

The purple scales on his right arm had spread to his shoulder blade, and the evil-repelling divine thunder was rushing through his meridians like a waterfall, colliding with the golden light outside his body to produce fine arcs of electricity.

"The third spiritual tree from the left has cracks in its growth rings."

Yin Yue's voice caused ripples in Chen Yun's sea of ​​consciousness, and his eyes glowed silver.

Ming Qing's spiritual eyes penetrated the tree trunk and saw a blood-colored talisman embedded deep in the dark golden growth rings, shaped like the wrathful form of Chakravartin.

It was the long-lost Great Light Wheel Demon-Subduing Spell.

Outside the mountain gate, there was a sudden and earth-shaking roar.

Seventy-two golden magnetic trees containing mysterious powers trembled violently at the same time. Golden beams of light shot out from their crowns and rushed straight into the sky.

The arrogant laughter of the Silver-winged Yaksha penetrated the layers of clouds and mist:

"Three hundred years of careful planning, finally accomplished today!"

Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer.

In fact, he had already noticed that the three demons had planted the Gold-Eroding Curse in the core of the tree. At this moment, the thousands of complex spells were slowly climbing along the tree rings.

When the golden beam of light touched the glazed tile roof of Kunwu Temple, the demon-suppressing bells on the eaves exploded instantly, and copper liquid poured down like blood rain.

“It’s not nearly chaotic enough.”

Chen Yun turned his palm over and swallowed a mouthful of the precious thousand-year-old spiritual liquid. Suddenly, a burning sensation of ice and fire rose in his throat.

The Nascent Soul in his Dantian suddenly opened its eyes, and three-colored spiritual light shone through his body, condensing into the shadow of a green roc behind him.

At the moment when the sharp claws suddenly tore apart the golden magnetic light, Chen Yun turned into a stream of light and pounced straight towards the palace door.

On the other side, Elder Ye’s Nascent Soul twisted and struggled in the scorching demonic flames, emitting bursts of screams.

The jade ruler in his hand broke into two pieces with a "click".

The big-headed monster stared down at the pool of brain matter on the ground, and suddenly the rainy night three hundred years ago emerged in his mind.

At that time, Uncle Qi dug him out from the pile of corpses with great difficulty, and the temperature of his palms was also warm and sticky.

"go!"

The ancient demon strode onto the teleportation array. As he stepped in, the array pattern began to emit a strange bloody light.

This is not an ordinary teleportation array, but an anti-spirit array carved with extremely rare magic marrow diamonds.

In the center of the formation, there was a still beating heart.

At the moment when space was distorted, the weirdo witnessed his own reflection split in the array pattern.

On one side was the Ye family's secret Xuan Yu Gong, and on the other side was the demon seed wriggling deep in his dantian.

When he opened his eyes again, a foul stench hit him in the face.

Countless chains as thick as bowls hung down from the void, with the ends deeply inserted into the body of the two-headed silver wolf.

The hair of the silver wolf head on the left was as crystal clear as moonlight, while the purple horn of the black wolf head on the right was dripping with sticky magic liquid, and every drop burned a deep pit on the bronze ground.

"This is…"

The monster felt a sharp pain in his dantian, and the demon seed suddenly grew wildly.

Only then did he see clearly that the chains were not solid, but were composed of dense Sanskrit characters.

Whenever the evil spirit surged, the Sanskrit would tighten like a living snake, cutting into the wounds in the silver wolf's flesh and blood, causing golden Buddha blood to gush out.

Suddenly, the ancient demon knelt on the ground, and a blood-colored demon pattern appeared on his forehead: "Welcome to the Holy Ancestor!"

The sound waves hit the bronze mirror cage, and thirty-six ancient mirrors hummed at the same time, and the golden bodies of arhats appeared on the mirror surfaces.

The largest "Great Sun Mirror" in the center emitted a beam of Buddha light, shining directly onto the black forehead of the Silver Wolf.

"Crack!!"

With a crisp sound, the purple horn broke, and the devil liquid splashed on the ancient mirror. The Arhat in the mirror showed a look of pain.

The black-headed silver wolf suddenly opened its eyes, and the scene of the collapse of three thousand worlds was reflected in its vertical pupils. (End of this chapter)