The lightning of the golden hammer burst out, but before touching the ancient demon, the bone claws stretched out from the ground - the twelve mummies in Ye family's costumes crawled out of the bronze coffins!
In front of Lingbao Pavilion, the Confucian scholar suddenly spit out black blood.
The mountains and river map on the Xuanhuang Seal turned into a sea of blood tumbling, and the five cultivators who formed the formation were shaken by the backlash. The long smile of the silver-winged Yasha came from the clouds: "Three thousand years of layout, it will finally be perfect today." When Chen Yun and others broke the last ban in the middle of Baiyu Square, they saw the terrifying scene of blood-colored runes lit up at the 72 peaks of Kunwu Mountain at the same time.
The Xutian Ding flew to the main peak independently, the silver tad text on the body of the tripod and the blood talisman blended, and the entire fairy mountain began to slowly settle into the Netherworld Abyss
The gloomy sky pressed against the Kunwu Mountains, and gray mist wrapped around the peaks like a giant python.
The Confucian scholar's blue shirt flies, his fingertips slashed across the dark golden pattern on the surface of the Mitian bracelet, and the bracelet made a buzzing sound as thin as a gossip.
When the square-faced monk took it, his cuff accidentally touched the bracelet, and a wisp of black air suddenly penetrated into his skin, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned. "Uncle Seven, the soul-devouring wind of the Demon-Suppressing Tower weakens for three moments every day."
The Confucian scholar turned to the big-headed monster, and half a piece of jade slipped out from his sleeve: "This thing can lead the way, don't touch the blood pool at the bottom of the tower."
The monster laughed strangely. The moment when his dry claws grabbed the jade slip, the copper bells on the waists of the three ancient demons shook together, and they even stepped out the seven-star steps on the stone steps.
When the purple light of the Ziwei Seven Star Formation soared into the sky, the Confucian scholar suddenly pinched his fingers toward the array eye.
The tiger-headed queen bee tail needle in the array is blue, which is in line with the scarlet eye pupil of the vampire bat, and it actually woves a spider-web-like poisonous miasma among the array patterns.
"What the Ye family wants is the thing in the tower, we only need it."
Before he finished speaking, a faint thunder came from the foot of the mountain.
Dark golden flames ignited at Chen Yun's fingertips, and the flames twisted into strange angles in front of the "Gate of Ten Thousand Cultivation" archway. "The magic array remains."
He blew a light breath, and the shadow of the broken array flag appeared in the flames.
Bai Yaoyi was about to speak when the old demon Qian turned into gray fog and collided with the archway. The five clones each held the mourning stick and smashed the last illusion to pieces.
"Kunwu's ban was broken 70%."
The old man surnamed Fu stepped on the cracks of the blue bricks, and a black blood-like liquid oozed out from under the bricks:
"The Ye family even used the 'blood-induced array technique'."
When everyone reached the middle of the mountain, Chen Yun suddenly pressed his chest, and the Qingyuan sword and shield spontaneously appeared - in the shadow of the stone hall in front.
Twelve headless stone statues stand with swords, and the broken neck is covered with moss.
The wreckage in the hall was not scattered at will.
When Chen Yun squatted, he found that each gravel crack pointed to the northwest corner.
"Does it look like it?"
Sword light condensed from his fingertips, and a star map was drawn on the ground. "Sky Wolf Devouring Moon Array?"
Hua Tianqi changed color when he heard this. This ancient killing formation required living creatures as the array eye.
Zheng Wei suddenly kicked the stone at his feet, and the stone hit the pillar and made a sound of metal and iron.
The smoke and dust were gone, and deep in the collapsed corridor, half of the stone arm and five fingers formed claws, and a blood jade was embedded in the palm of the palm. "It's the complete core of the stone spirit!"
The big man among the five Nascent Soul cultivators was about to step forward, when the five clones of the old demon Qian suddenly formed seals, and ten gray lights hit a certain place in the void.
The moment the purple light exploded, Chen Yun smelled the fishy and sweet blood.
The lion-headed monster spread its four wings to ten feet, and purple electric arcs flowed between its feathers. "Qiuchi!" Bai Yaoyi sacrificed the ice crystal ring, and the ground froze instantly.
The monster's eagle beak was wide open, spitting out a ball of black mist, and the ice crystals were corroded wherever they passed.
The true body of the old demon Qian appeared on the beam of the palace, and the skull at the top of the mourning stick spewed out green fire.
The flames licked the monster's left wing, but only burned a small charred hole.
"No!"
Chen Yunqing Zhu Fengyun Sword suddenly unsheathed, and the tip of the sword pointed to the monster's abdomen - half of the stone spine could be vaguely seen there. "It's the corpse of a monster controlled by Shi Ling!" Before he finished speaking, Qiu Chi's right claw had slapped the protective light of the two Jindan monks.
In the blood mist, broken pieces of green Taoist robe floated to Chen Yun's feet, embroidered with Ye's family patterns.
Hua Tianqi pressed the ground with his palms, and seven stone pillars raised on the ground to form a trapping array.
Qiu Chi rushed around in it, and each time he hit, the blood-colored talisman appeared on the stone pillar. "It is absorbing the spiritual power of the formation!"
The compass pointer of the old man surnamed Fu turned wildly, and suddenly pointed at the star map traces that Chen Yun had just drawn.
Chen Yun's pupils shrank suddenly. The gravel had been suspended in the air at some point, forming a broken wolf head pattern.
He threw out seventy-two golden thunder bamboo flying swords, and the sword formation turned into a thunder net to cover the star map, but he saw a faint light lit up on the stone spine of Qiu Pi's abdomen, and the lightning was absorbed all.
"The Tianlang Moon Devouring Formation is about to be resurrected!"
Bai Yaoyi's ice crystal ring exploded into pieces, turning into thousands of ice cones and stabbing the monster's eyes.
When the moment he closed his eyes, the afterimage of the Xutian Cauldron flew out from Chen Yun's sleeves, and blue flames spewed out of the mouth of the cauldron wrapped around the stone spine.
With the shrill roar, the blue bricks under everyone's feet began to collapse.
Bronze steps were exposed at the collapse, and viscous black liquid was oozing out of the gaps in the steps.
The old demon Qian grabbed a foundation-building monk and threw it down to explore the way. When the man touched the black liquid, he formed a group of stones all over his body, which turned into a kneeling stone statue in three breaths.
"It's the underground palace, Styx!"
Hua Tianqi threw out the immortal rope and wrapped around Chen Yun's waist, "Fellow Daoist Chen's cold flame may be."
The blue flames of Chen Yun's Xutian Cauldron turned into lotus to support everyone. When he sank into the darkness, he caught the wreckage of Qiuqi being reorganized in gravel.
The bell rings from the depths of the underground palace, which is faintly harmonious with the buzzing sound of the Mitian Bracelet.
When the last ray of sky light disappeared, they saw countless stone spirits kneeling on both sides of the corridor, and the eternal light in their hands reflected the murals on the wall - it was the monks of the Ye family who walked towards the altar with the Mitian bracelet.
On the ground, the Ziwei Seven Star Formation suddenly shook violently. The Confucian scholars spewed out blood, and the array flag exploded one after another.
"Someone is induced to Kunwu's earth veins!"
He wiped away the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, and nine copper coins flew out of his sleeves to make fortunes. The copper coins melted into copper juice before they even landed.
The sound of chains breaking from the Demon-Suppressing Tower came from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower. The big-headed monster's messaging talisman spontaneously ignited into ashes, leaving only four words: "Blood Pool Flows Back".
The Mitian bracelet in the square-faced monk's hand suddenly became hot, and Chen Yun's figure in the underground palace appeared inside the bracelet.
When he saw the blue flames of Xutian Cauldron, his pupils shrank into the tip of a needle: "It's that person."
Kunwu Mountain is as dark as ink, the four wings of lions and beasts stir up the fishy wind, and the purple light swept across the dome of the stone hall, the five clones of the old demon Qian sacrificed their mourning sticks together.
The claws protruded from the black fog were actually glowing with jade, and collided with the mourning stick to burst out the sound of gold and stone. "What's wrong!" Chen Yunqing's sword shield suddenly contracted, and the sword light swept across the broken mouth of the beast's claws - there was no flesh and blood, only wriggling stone fibers. "Roar!"
The lion and beast suddenly had bloody mouths on their abdomen, and half of the stone spine pierced out like a scorpion tail, and the tip was embedded with the broken jade pendant of the Ye family monk.
Bai Yaoyi's ice crystal ring had just frozen its left wing, and the stone spine suddenly penetrated into the ground. At the crack of the blue bricks, twelve headless stone statues broke out from the ground, and viscous black liquid spurted out from the broken neck.
"Retreat!"
The moment Hua Tianqi threw out seven bronze nails, and nailed them into the stone statue's sky spirit cover, a blood-colored talisman appeared on the nail body.
The stone statue suddenly stopped moving, but the lion and beast took the opportunity to flap their wings, and the purple light wrapped in the fishy wind shattered the palace window.
The blue flame of the Xutian tripod flashed in Chen Yun's sleeve, and the mouth of the tripod captured the falling feathers - the fine runes at the root of the feather were the same as the Mitian bracelet pattern.
Among the twisted branches of ancient trees a hundred miles away, black blood dripping from the claws of lions and beasts seeps into the bark, and the tree patterns are strangely kneaded into pupil patterns.
As soon as the ugly woman in black kicked open the tree hole, wisps of gray fog floated out of the cave, and the scene of the trapped spirit formation that year appeared in the fog.
The silver-winged yaksha was penetrated by iron chains through the pipa bones, and the Qingxu Pill was bounced into its mouth from its fingertips.
"The grace of Qingxu Dan"
The ugly woman touched the raised grouper on her neck, which was the mark of the blood curse.
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The silver wings and yakshas are lit up, and the silver flames are burning the void, reflecting the scene in Kunwu Palace - the four spirit cards are suspended in the Arctic Yuanguang, and the real names of three people are engraved on the board.
"Fellow Daoist Gui, please see."
Yashi's fingertips on the word "basalite", and the tortoise shell pattern suddenly appeared on the card body:
"Your natal card has resonated with the mountain spirit veins. If you don't get it back, you will definitely be able to transform into a mountain-storing stone puppet within three days."
The ugly woman's stone dagger in her sleeve suddenly pierced into the trunk of the tree, and the sap of the tree sap oozed out of the same black blood as that of the lions and beasts.
Chen Yun stepped on the blue flames of Xutian tripod and sank into the underground palace, and the light of the tripod reflected the murals of the corridor.
The ancestors of the Ye family knelt down and worshiped the giant tripod, and the Mitian bracelet floated in the tripod.
Suddenly, the roar of a square-faced monk came from the front. Everyone chased to the altar and saw his neck covered with black patterns, and the Mitian bracelet was devouring his essence and blood.
"Cut his right arm quickly!"
The Confucian scholar rushed out of the darkness, and the purple-mysterious array plate shot out of the starlight.
Chen Yun, the golden thunder bamboo flying sword, came first, and when the sword edge cut into the black pattern, sparks splashed out - it was not flesh and blood at all, but wriggling black jade.
The altar collapsed with a bang, revealing the pool of blood below. A half-silver-winged corpse floated in the pool, and the scroll tightly clamped in the corpse suddenly unfolded, revealing the "Four Symbols of Sites".
The old demon Qian's clone was about to snatch it, and the giant stone claws emerged as the blood pool surging - it was the missing right claw of the lion and beast!
When the silver-winged Yaksha and the ugly woman sneaked outside the Kunwu Palace, the copper bell at the eaves were automatically without wind.
Yaksha's silver wings suddenly ignited a faint blue flame, and the underground palace scene reflected in the flames:
"No! That body is"
Before the words were finished, the Arctic Yuanguang in the hall rioted, and a fourth figure walked out of the light waterfall.
Half of this person's body was petrified, but his left eye was the pupils of a living person. He was holding a bronze lamp in his hand. The flames were transformed from the feathers of lions and beasts.
"It turned out to be you."
Yaksha's silver wings suddenly closed, "I secretly separated half of the Qingxu Pill back then."
The stone man's throat made a gravel-like laughter, and the lamp flame suddenly pointed to the mountainside - where the Ziwei Seven Star Formation was moving in the opposite direction.
In the formation, the tiger-headed queen bee tail needle pierced into the square-faced monk's eyebrows, and the bee venom and black lines blended, and a phantom of the Mitian bracelet condensed on his forehead.
The moment the shadow of the Mitian bracelet soared, the Kunwu Mountains swayed.
Chen Yun's Xutian Cauldron flew towards the blood pool independently, and the same runes as the Mitian Bracelet appeared on the body of the cauldron.
The silver-winged corpse in the pool suddenly opened its eyes, and its broken right hand grabbed the tripod - the missing corner of the four spirit cards was embedded in the center of the palm.
"The three cards are united, and the trapped spirit formation is broken."
The bronze lamp flame of the stone man licked the hall pillars, and the seals on the pillars were peeled off layer by layer.
The silver-winged Yaksha was about to rush into the Yuanguang, but he saw the ugly woman turning into a giant basalt turtle. The blood-burning curse pattern on the tortoise shell resonated with the Arctic Yuanguang.
Deep in the underground palace, the square-faced monk's body completely turned black and jade-turned. After the Mitian bracelet absorbed all the essence and blood, nine blood pupils opened inside the bracelet.
The Confucian scholar laughed wildly and teared his skin down, revealing the true face of the elder of the Ye family: "Three hundred years of blood sacrifice, we will eventually become a bracelet spirit!"
The lions and beasts descended from the sky and rushed towards the bronze lamp, but the stone man pressed the flames into his petrified left eye.
The Arctic Yuanguang suddenly turned and nailed the silver-winged Yaksha to the temple wall.
The final scene before the yaksha silver wings burned out was Chen Yun buckle the Xutian tripod on the Mitian bracelet. In the halo of the collision and burst, the outline of the fourth natal card was vaguely displayed.
The blood pool in the underground palace was boiling, and Elder Ye grabbed the fused tripod bracelet and laughed wildly, but he did not find that the light flame of the stone man behind him had already penetrated his spine.
Outside the mountain, blood-burning curse patterns climbed the Kunwu Mountain, and the monks scratched by lions and beasts were petrified and turned into new mountain-stopping stone puppets.
The top of Kunwu Mountain with dark clouds pressing against the top of Kunwu Mountain, the wings of the silver-winged yaksha emitted a cold arc in the cold wind.
The ugly woman's rough fingers stroked the grouper between her neck, and fine cracks appeared on the skin that had been eroded by the blood curse.
"The debt of Qingxu Dan."
A whisper like sand and gravel rolled out between her throat, and a yellowish light suddenly burst into her palm.
The roots of ancient trees within a radius of ten feet broke through the ground, and tangled like a dragon into an altar.
The lions and beasts are squatting together and standing in the center of the altar, purple lightning crackling between the feathers.
The silver-winged yaksha bit his fingertips and drew a bloody talisman in the void:
"Use the spirit trapping array as a consortium, and you can disperse it when you pick up the card!"
Fu Culture sank into the ugly woman Tianling as a chain. Her bloated body suddenly contracted, turning into the real body of a basalt turtle. The blood-burning curse patterns on the tortoise shell resonated with the chains and trembled.
The three demons had not noticed that the annual rings of the thousand-year-old tree were flowing in reverse.
As the moment the chain of vows formed, the bulge on the surface of the bark suddenly cracked, revealing a green vertical pupil.
The subtle rune defects at the root of the silver-winged yaksha are reflected in the depths of the pupils - that is the hidden wound left by the spirit trapping array back then.
The sound of the purple bamboo forest is like thunder. Chen Yun stepped on the golden thunder bamboo flying sword and flew over the bamboo tips. Suddenly, the trembling sound of seventy-two flying swords came from his sleeves.
This tremor is different from the past, and it actually carries a kind of blood-connected thrill.
He suddenly pressed down on the Dantian, and the three flames in the Nascent Soul's arms appeared independently, and the three-color flames on the fan intertwined into the phantom of the ancient demon. "Fellow Daoist Chen!" Bai Yaoyi's exclamation brought him back to reality.
In the gray mist spurted by the five demons in front, seven purple giant bamboos broke into a formation, and the light blades bursting between the bamboo joints cut off the two Poison Saint Sect's Killing Pill Cultivators in half.
Blood splattered on the bamboo leaves and was swallowed up by the leaves.
The true body of the old demon Qian was hidden deep in the gray fog, and the five clones made a gesture at the same time: "The cold evil in the underworld!"
The gray fog condensed into an ice cone and rained rain, but a blood moon rose from the eyes of the purple bamboo formation.
While the moonlight reached, the ice cone was vaporized, and the roar of lions and beasts came from the fog - the sound came from the depths of the bamboo roots!
The roots of the tree demon pass through the earth veins. When it touches the remaining fluctuations of the Mitian Bracelet, scarlet granulation suddenly blooms at the tip of the root.
The granulation frantically swallowed the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, and in a blink of an eye it turned into half of the woman's body.
The woman transformed from the roots reached out to touch the rock wall, and the shadow of Kunwu Palace immediately appeared in the stone wall - the fourth natal sign "Mukui slowly rotated in the Arctic Yuanlight.
" Finally, wait for this day"
The voice of the tree demon woman was like a burst of bamboo joints.
There was a thousand whiskers suddenly grew in her broken lower body. The moment the roots pierced into the earth veins, the flow of the earth air in the entire Kunwu Mountain reversed.
The silver-winged yaksha just rushed to the corner of the eaves of Kunwu Palace, and the silver flames on the wings suddenly became as dim as a candle.
The sky outside the seal crack was strangely blue-gray, and the great immortal master named Xu stepped on the void. (This chapter ends)