A gleam of light flashed in Chen Yun's eyes. He waved his long sleeves lightly, rolled the flag into his hand, and looked at it carefully.

It was the other Yin Luo Banner!

Through soul-searching techniques, we know that this banner is extremely powerful. If all eighteen of them could be gathered together, its power would be unimaginable.

Since he had already formed a deep hatred with the Yinluo Sect, he naturally would not show mercy and quickly put the banner into his storage bag.

Although this treasure is somewhat useless to him, he must not let the Yinluo Sect easily collect the complete set of treasures.

The Yinluo Sect had also suffered the loss or damage of its flags several times in the past.

But with its powerful force, it can often be quickly retrieved or remade.

After losing so many poles this time, even the financially powerful Yinluo Sect would find it difficult to refine new ones immediately.

What's more, even if the new banner is successfully refined, it will take time to develop sufficient power.

"Let's go! I wonder if someone has already got the treasure."

Chen Yun looked up in the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, muttered to himself, and then flew down the stone steps.

Gui Ling followed closely behind.

There are prohibitions left by ancient monks on both sides of the stone steps. Otherwise, you can take a shortcut to reach the Demon-Suppressing Tower faster.

Chen Yun had no interest in any signs of fighting along the way. He quickly returned to the White Jade Square and then stepped onto the stone steps leading to the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

After walking for a while, a dilapidated scene with potholes and rubble everywhere appeared before our eyes.

Chen Yun wanted to pass through directly without stopping, but Gui Ling beside him suddenly called out in a low voice and looked somewhere.

Chen Yun was puzzled. Although he did not sense anything unusual himself, he found something strange when he followed her gaze.

Under a pile of messy stones, a pale object was revealed.

Only a small part was revealed, but it was a bony arm.

Chen Yun waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew up, blowing away the rubble, revealing a skeleton lying on the ground.

Chen Yun's expression suddenly changed!

He recognized the clothing and hair bun on the bones; they belonged to an old man surnamed Fu from the Jiuyou Sect.

What was even more striking was that the old man was holding a purple pearl tightly in one of his bony hands, but the pearl had been mostly broken into pieces, and had obviously been completely destroyed.

The old man surnamed Fu from the Jiuyou Sect was one of the elders of the Jiuyou Sect during his lifetime. He had profound cultivation and was highly respected.

Now his bones appeared here, and the purple bead in his hand was broken.

This Purple Nether Pearl is a long-standing treasure of the Jiuyou Sect, and it is said to contain powerful and mysterious powers.

Now that the Purple Nether Pearl has been destroyed, the Jiuyou Sect will probably suffer a heavy blow as a result.

In the deep mountains and forests, Chen Yun wondered in his heart, what force was responsible?
Why did he kill the old man surnamed Fu from the Jiuyou Sect and destroy the Purple Youzhu?

There must be a huge conspiracy and secret hidden in this.

He decided to investigate the matter further and uncover the truth behind it.

Chen Yun remained silent, staring at everything in front of him with a sharp gaze, his mind full of thoughts.

In that mysterious and dangerous realm of cultivating immortals, he went through countless hardships and finally succeeded in refining the infant-cultivating elixir.

However, fate was so unpredictable that the immortal cultivator who had walked side by side with him unfortunately died here, which makes people sigh at the unpredictable path of immortal cultivation.

After a long time, he sighed softly, feeling mixed emotions.

Although he and the old man surnamed Fu did not have a deep friendship, not long ago the two of them had walked together on this path of cultivating immortals that was full of unknowns and dangers.

Now the other party died here inexplicably, which made him feel full of emotion.

"Friend Chen, do you recognize this person?"

"This person's death was quite bizarre. Judging from the condition of his body, it was obvious that he had died not long ago."

However, the flesh and blood on the white bones had been strangely peeled off, and there was no sign of the Nascent Soul leaving the top of the head. It seemed that the Nascent Soul was not spared.

On its back, there is a strange scar caused by a sword-like treasure...

Gui Ling stared intently at the strange, flat, narrow wound on the skeleton's back.

With a hint of hesitation in his tone, he said:
"The appearance of this scar is quite similar to that caused by the devil blade described by the people of Yinluo Sect. Brother Chen Yun, do you share this view?"

Chen Yun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Indeed, if it weren't for the Demonic Dragon Blade, it would be impossible to strip the flesh and blood of the monk so thoroughly in this way."

Previously, the elder of Yinluo Sect was able to escape by leaving his body, but this person died completely. This was obviously related to the characteristics of the Demon Dragon Blade.

However, Chen Yun was skeptical about this. He believed that the Demon Dragon Blade could absorb the flesh and blood and souls of cultivators to enhance its own power.

However, this process takes a long time and it is impossible to increase its power instantly.

After hearing this, Gui Ling had an epiphany and agreed with Chen Yun's analysis.

Chen Yun further pointed out that the four scattered real people acted without any scruples.

He even dared to take action against people from the Yinluo Sect and the Jiuyou Sect. This kind of behavior is definitely not something an ordinary cultivator could do.

In the ever-changing world of immortal cultivation, a fierce battle has come to an end, and the elder of the evil sect has fallen under the sword.

But what is puzzling is the person who killed the elder of the evil sect.

He didn't do any further disposal to the corpse. Wasn't he afraid that the two evil sects would seek revenge in the future?
Chen Yun's eyes slowly swept across the bones scattered on the ground, and he keenly noticed that the storage bag that should have been there was nowhere to be found.

Obviously, the extremely precious infant-cultivating pill has fallen into the hands of four scattered immortals.

At this time, Gui Ling had just broken free from his restraints and regained his freedom.

However, he knew nothing about the many changes and current situations in the world of immortal cultivation, and naturally had no answers to the doubts in everyone's minds.

Chen Yun frowned slightly and fell into a brief contemplation.

However, after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find a clear answer.

After a moment, he raised his hand slightly, and a ball of extremely hot flame instantly leaped out from his palm, instantly turning into a blazing fireball.

Wherever the fireball passed, heat waves surged, instantly burning the remains of the old man surnamed Fu to ashes.

Chen Yun did this because he knew very well that the world of immortal cultivation was dangerous, and he wanted to prevent the body of the old man surnamed Fu from being exposed in the wilderness and causing unnecessary trouble.

Then, Chen Yun looked solemn and reminded everyone seriously.

On this treacherous road to becoming an immortal, one must always be careful and cautious in order to protect oneself.

It turned out that the mysterious demon blade devoured a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It was as if some strange change had taken place, and its power had become unfathomable.

It is like a surging wave hidden in the dark, which may cause a huge storm at any time.

Therefore, you must not be careless at all.

After saying this, Chen Yun's expression became more solemn. He knew very well that there might be many unknown challenges waiting for them ahead.

So he took a deep breath and took the lead, walking steadily up the mountain.

When Gui Ling heard this, he felt a chill in his heart.

He moved his slightly ugly face slightly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he followed Chen Yun silently.

Along the way, Chen Yun and Gui Ling moved forward cautiously, and fortunately did not encounter any abnormal situations.

Finally, they successfully reached the end of the stone steps, and the unknown fate ahead was still quietly waiting for them to explore.

The so-called end is not as real as common sense suggests.

I saw that the stone steps suddenly stopped here, as if disappearing into the void.

A half cliff appeared in front of them, and behind them, the originally towering mountain seemed to have been moved away by a mysterious force and disappeared without a trace.

Chen Yun slowly raised his head and looked towards the distant cliff. Then he lowered his head and stared at the bottom of the cliff. He stroked his chin gently and fell into deep thought.

"It seems that others have taken action first. The Demon Suppression Tower has collapsed. I wonder what happened below!"

Although Gui Ling had heard of this before, he still couldn't hide the shock on his face when faced with such a strange scene.

"Fellow Daoist Gui, do you know what kind of existence the demon that the Demon Suppression Tower once suppressed was?"

Chen Yun suddenly asked Gui Ling.

On Kunwu Mountain, Gui Ling, who was guarding the monster, shook his head slightly.

He recalled:

"I really have no idea about that."

"Back then, my duty was limited to guarding the monsters in this mountain. Those ancient monks did not reveal any secrets to me."

However, before being transferred to other places, I felt an extremely powerful demonic energy appearing in Kunwu Mountain, but it soon disappeared without a trace.

I guess this evil energy may be sealed in the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Unfortunately, my cultivation was still shallow at that time. Although I could sense the tremendous power of the demonic energy, I could not accurately judge the specific cultivation level of its owner.

Gui Ling paused for a moment, then answered truthfully.

The cold wind at the bottom of the cliff brought with it the fishy and sweet smell of blood. The figures of Chen Yun and Gui Ling slowly sank in the darkness like two fallen leaves.

The protective aura reflected the dark red moss covering the surrounding rugged rock walls, like countless solidified blood and tears.

Chen Yun tapped the edge of the Yuan Gang Shield with his fingertips, and a slight clanging sound was heard as the silver lines flowed.

This ancient treasure obtained from the Chaos Star Sea actually made him feel a little uneasy at the moment.

Suddenly, a streak of blood quietly wrapped around Gui Ling's sleeves.

"careful!"

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and the Yuan Gang Shield suddenly glowed three feet in silver light.

Almost at the same time, a dazzling blood rainbow exploded in the darkness, and a streak of sword light, accompanied by the stench of a rotting corpse, slashed towards him.

Gui Ling quickly made a magic gesture, and the ochre-yellow spiritual light condensed into a tortoise-shell-shaped protective shield, but it was torn like thin paper the moment it touched the blood light.

"Qiang!"

The Yuan Gang Shield and the Blood Sword collided violently, sending sparks flying all over the sky.

Chen Yun felt a violent vibration coming from his left arm holding the shield. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a spider-web-like crack on the shield surface.

The remaining power of the blood knife was not reduced, and it twisted as if it had life, bypassing the shield, and its tip pointed directly at the throat.

"Void Sky Cauldron!"

Chen Yun let out a low shout, and green light spurted out of his mouth.

The simple little tripod suddenly grew larger in the wind, with the taotie patterns on its body glowing green, barely blocking the venomous blade.

The blood knife let out a sharp whistling sound, and blood mist swirled around the blade. Nine shadows of skulls could be vaguely seen emerging, and a fishy wind blew in one's face, making one feel uncomfortable.

"God of evil thunder!"

Chen Yun put his fingers together and pointed his sword, and countless golden arcs suddenly burst out from his body.

The extremely masculine and powerful lightning tore through the blood mist and illuminated a blurry figure ten feet away.

The man was wrapped in a blood-red cloak, with a strange seal in his left hand and the five fingers of his right hand seemed to be integrated with the hilt of the knife.

The blood-robed man laughed strangely: "Xu Tian Ding? That's interesting..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a blood rainbow and disappeared into the crack of the rock wall.

Chen Yun raised his hand to chase after him, but suddenly he felt a slight vibration under his feet.

Several blood-red vines were quietly climbing along the rock wall.

"No need to bother."

He stopped Gui Ling coldly, spread his wind and thunder wings, and quickly descended with the two of them.

The rock wall behind him collapsed with a loud bang, and countless blood vines danced like a group of snakes, but they were charred into ashes the moment they touched the evil-repelling divine thunder.

After passing through the last patch of thick fog, the view suddenly opened up.

An upside-down tower is like a giant black sword piercing deep into the earth.

The top of the tower is buried deep in the rock above, and the nine-story tower body hangs down, with rusty bronze bells hanging under the eaves of each floor.

What’s even more bizarre is that these bell tongues are actually shrunken baby corpses.

"Ancient monks used the Nine Palaces Demon Suppression Formation to seal this place. The bottom of the tower is actually the top of the tower."

Gui Ling's fingertips lit up with an earthy yellow light, reflecting the mottled inscription on the pedestal:
"The lower you go, the more dangerous the evil things you suppress are."

As you enter the first floor, a strong burnt smell hits you in the face.

Half of the thirty-six dragon-shaped stone pillars collapsed, and the ground was covered with holes as big as bowls. The traces of glazed stone showed that an astonishingly high temperature had erupted here.

Chen Yun leaned over and lightly touched the charred ground, and a wisp of purple flame suddenly shot out from between his fingers.

"This is the remnant of the dry blue ice flame."

He pinched his fingers to put out the flames, his eyes sweeping across the half-burnt corpse in the corner.

The corpse maintained a hand gesture posture, with a "leaf" pattern engraved on the jade plate on its waist.

The situation on the fifth floor was even worse. Next to the remains of the wandering cultivator, seven broken swords were stuck in the ground in the shape of a Big Dipper, with the swords glowing with a dark green poisonous light.

Chen Yun used his sword energy to lift up a piece of the cloth, and the cloth turned into pus as soon as it touched the ground, corroding a three-foot-deep pit with a sizzling sound.

"The bone-eating poison of the Thousand Spiders and Poisonous Hands?"

Gui Ling's face was solemn: "It seems that the Ye family has invited a mysterious master from Southern Xinjiang."

At the entrance to the sixth floor, cold fog flowed slowly as if it were a substance.

Chen Yun waved his sleeves lightly, and the purple fire turned into a flaming phoenix, which rang out and broke through the fog, revealing a huge piece of black ice ten feet square in the center.

In the crystal clear iceberg, Bai Yaoyi closed her eyes tightly, and the Ice Soul Sword in her hand still maintained a stabbing posture.

A twisted black shadow was frozen where the sword tip was pointing.

"Three Yin Corpses?"

Chen Yun's pupils shrank slightly. This kind of extremely evil creatures likes to devour cultivators with ice spiritual roots the most. No wonder she wants to seal herself in the black ice.

Purple flames appeared in his palms, and as the ice gradually melted, something strange happened.

The black shadow suddenly broke through the ice and turned into thousands of ghost faces and pounced towards them!
"You're the one I've been waiting for!"

Chen Yun sneered, and the green light of the Xutian Ding suddenly increased.

Sanskrit sounds came from the cauldron, and nine golden chains emerged from the void, binding the black shadow tightly.

Bai Yaoyi took the opportunity to break through the ice, and the Ice Soul Sword turned into a stream of light and pierced into the core of the black shadow.

With a shrill scream, the black shadow exploded.

The woman stumbled to the ground, a trace of icy blue blood flowing from the corner of her lips:
"Thank you, Brother Chen... When I was attacked on the fifth floor, I was forced to dissolve my Nascent Soul..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon-Suppressing Tower began to vibrate violently.

A sharp sound of metal breaking was heard at the bottom of the tower. Seventy-two sealing talismans ignited in flames at the same time, and an ancient and violent aura revived from the abyss.

Gui Ling stared at Chen Yun's back, and cold sweat broke out on his palms unconsciously. (End of this chapter)