The phantoms of the twelve demon gods roared in the sea of consciousness, trying to compete for control of this body.
The Qingzhu Fengyun Sword suddenly let out a mournful cry.
The sword spirit was eroded by the demonic energy and turned into a three-inch-high blood dragon phantom.
Chen Yun pointed to the sword, and without hesitation, he cut off the mental connection with the flying sword, and slapped out seventy-two forbidden measures with his backhand to seal the demonized sword spirit.
"Since you want to play with fire"
He took out the cold marrow jade bottle obtained from Xutian Palace and poured the ten thousand-year-old ice marrow on the crystal monument.
The extremely cold air collided with the magic pattern to create a vortex of ice and fire, and the restless inscriptions instantly freeze.
Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Yun bit his tongue and used his essence and blood to paint the Buddhist "卍" seal on the surface of the crystal stele.
Ten miles outside the formation, Mrs. Mu stood on the Sun and Moon Shuttle and sneered.
What she was holding was not the double shuttle of gold and silver, but two pieces of white bone blades - the treasure of the Immortal Sect, "Soul Chasing Blade", which was swallowing and spitting out scarlet evil spirits.
I'm afraid the old ghost Xuanqing would never have thought of it until he died.
Her fingertips brushed the demonic patterns that appeared on the blade, "The so-called Sun and Moon Shuttle is just a container carrying the blood of ancient demons."
The beautiful woman behind her suddenly twitched, and the spider-web-like black lines were raised under her skin.
When the black lines gathered into the middle of her eyebrows, her entire body exploded and her flesh and blood were absorbed by the bone blades.
A six-eyed blood dragon totem appeared between Mrs. Mu's forehead, and her aura instantly surged to the early stage of transformation!
At the same time, the five-string strings of Tianlan Saint Lin Yinping were broken.
She stared at the peacock transformed into a young man surnamed Xu, and the gorgeous feathers were fading.
The rotten bone wings below exposed - the so-called Lingxi Peacock is actually a puppet cultivated by the blood of ancient demon essence!
A dull heartbeat came from the depths of Kunwu Mountain.
With every beat, the monks exploded and died, and their essence and blood flowed along the cracks toward the sealed core.
The crystal monument in Chen Yun's hand suddenly broke free from its shackles and turned into flowing light and shot towards the blood dragon's vertical eyes.
At the last moment, he saw his reflection appearing on the surface of the stele - a blood-colored demon pattern was imprinted on his forehead!
When the last ray of purple mist dissipated on the top of Kunwu Mountain, the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect had long disappeared.
The remaining array patterns on Qingyu Square were like dried blood marks, and the five white shadows of the old demon Qian suddenly gathered in front of the stone tablet.
The claws of the forest white bones stroked the three gilded characters "Kunwu Palace", and a viscous black liquid suddenly oozed out between the cracks of the characters.
"Vinal Marrow?"
A hoarse and low smile came from the white shadow, and the five incarnations were pinching the gesture at the same time, and the black liquid evaporated into a seven-foot ghost-face banner in the Lihuo Technique.
The ghosts on the banner have not yet taken shape, and a roar suddenly came from the northeast.
The red dragon pattern on the arms of the Yuan man suddenly shone, and he tore the banned light curtain opens about a ft.
The old man surnamed Fu was hunched over and approached the stone tablet of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and his natal corpse Gu in his sleeve suddenly became restless.
When his withered fingertips touched the crack on the monument, the indigo light lingered like a poisonous snake, and the eight-angled star patterns were burned in the palm of his palm.
The old man's turbid eyes suddenly contracted, which was clearly the "soul-locking seal" recorded in "Nine Nether Corpse Rules"!
"Friend Fu is anxious."
Bai Yaoyi lightly tapped the ice soul bead on her toes, and the cold fog condensed into frost flowers on the surface of the inscription.
Before she finished speaking, a lion roar suddenly came from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the afterimage of the silver-winged Yasha could be vaguely seen among the pine waves.
Chen Yun stood in front of the mottled light curtain of the mourning hall, and the three flames fan sucked the three-color blue and white spiritual flames in his palm.
The moment the fire phoenix phantom hit the restriction, seventy-two bronze chain phantoms flashed behind the light curtain.
The dark gold runes remaining at the lock echo the chaotic Taoist pattern on the inner wall of the Xutian Cauldron.
The dust accumulated on the black iron table that had been covered with thousands of years, and the accumulation of dust slid down.
Chen Yun's spiritual sense swept through the red sandalwood grain, and the originally ordinary wood rings suddenly twisted and reorganized, revealing the residual chapter of "The Creation of Things in Heaven".
"Those who refiners should use stars as furnaces and earth veins as charcoal."
When the words "Xutian" were touched, the handwriting suddenly broke and turned into a hideous sword mark.
"Click."
The bronze candlestick turned half a circle without any warning, and two blood lights shot out from the Yazi beast's pupils.
Chen Yun retreated three feet apart, and the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword was unsheathed, but the sword screamed sadly at the moment when it touched the blood light.
That was actually the "gold-eroded evil" mixed with the blood of the demon dragon!
The case exploded and the shadow of an ancient monk appeared in the dust.
The old man with a white-haired man held a huge hammer wrapped in chains, and each blow caused the earth's veins to tremble.
Chen Yun's pupils shrank suddenly.
The old man forged it was not a magic weapon, but a demon body with three heads and six arms!
Remaining thoughts explode in the sea of consciousness: "Use magic to refine weapons, and finally to eat them into weapons"
Deep in the earth's veins, the blue smoke wrapped around the fingertips of silver-winged yakusts gradually condensed into Chen Yun's appearance.
"Bodhisattva and demon cultivation."
He licked his fangs, and when the bone wings behind him spread, he sprinkled phosphorus powder, projecting the true bodies of the three demons on the rock wall.
The lions and beasts cracked their bloody mouths, and countless tentacles like arms were swallowing the golden elixirs of disciples of the Poison Saint Sect one by one.
"The Yinluo Banner is still missing the main soul."
The silver-winged yaksha bounced the blue smoke, and the smoke turned into seventy-two magic golems among the stalagmites:
"When the boy named Chen fights the old demon Qian and both losers"
Before he finished speaking, the red clouds soared into the sky in the direction of Kunwu Palace.
The elder of the Poison Saint Sect screamed and broke through the sky, and his Nascent Soul was nailed to the palace gate by the Red Dragon Dao pattern.
The man surnamed Yuan laughed wildly and tore open the old man's chest, but what he took out was not his heart, but a bronze key engraved with magic patterns!
"Puff!"
The old man surnamed Fu staggered back, and his natal corpse Gu exploded one after another in front of the Demon-Suppressing Tower Monument.
The black blood clings to the monument like a living creature, drawing the nine-eyed magic face.
Before Bai Yaoyi's ice spirit bead was sacrificed, a huge white bone hand suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the monument, holding the old man's ankle and falling straight into the ground vein.
".Uh!"
The screams came to an abrupt end. Bai Yaoyi's pupils reflected a terrifying scene.
The old man's body peeled off his flesh and blood while falling, and the same indigo patterns as the inscription appeared on the thick white bones.
The moment the skull touched the magma of the earth's vein, the entire demon-suppressing tower shook, and the eighty-one layer of copper bells exploded at the same time!
The Nascent Soul in Chen Yun's Dantian suddenly opened his eyes, and the Xutian Cauldron caused a huge wave in the sea of spiritual consciousness.
In the peeling paint of the dome of the mourning hall, the directions of the twenty-eight constellations overlap with the Taoist patterns of the tripod body.
The moment when Betelgeuse kicked off, he was so blessed that he pinched out the "Star Movement and Fighting Skills".
"Boom"
The head of the Bronze Ding Yazi beast roared in unison, and the mouth of the Ding Sprayed out of the chaotic aura.
The crystal stele in Chen Yun's sleeve flew out independently, and the inscription on the face of the stele and the Taoist pattern on the body of the tripod were intertwined into a golden net, swallowing all the golden evil that was attacked.
In the center of the turbulent spiritual power, he clearly saw a drop of dark blood sealed inside the crystal monument.
What swims in the blood is actually a reduced version of the Demon-Suppressing Tower!
In Kunwu Palace, the five incarnations of the old demon Qian were fighting with three blood puppets.
When he sacrificed his natal magic weapon "Soul-Slaying Bell", the dragon relief of the hall pillar suddenly opened his eyes.
What was spurted out from the dragon's mouth was not the fire, but the sticky flesh and blood mud!
"It's indeed a trap!"
The five demons are united, and the true body of the old demon Qian appears.
He bit his tongue and sprayed it on the soul-destroying bell, and the bell turned into a hundred-foot-foot-long evil ghost and rushed towards the throne in the heart of the palace.
The moment the throne shattered, the bottomless blood pool below was exposed, and the corpses of the other three elders of the Poison Saint Sect were floating in the pool!
The crazy laughter of the man surnamed Yuan came from the bottom of the blood pool: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Qian, for helping me break the last ban!"
The red dragon's Taoist pattern turned into a two-headed demon dragon in the blood, and it held the bronze key and inserted it into the keyhole at the bottom of the pool. The entire Kunwu Palace began to tilt, and the rubble flew into the blood pool.
This is not a pool, it is clearly an altar that seals the ancient demon's head!
When Chen Yun stepped on the three-flame fan and broke through the dome of the mourning hall, he saw a surging demonic energy rising from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
The crystal stele trembled violently in her arms, and the drop of black blood in the stele turned into a small sword and pointed directly to the southwest.
It is the place where the silver-winged Yaksha is hiding!
The rock formation in the ground veins cracked layer by layer under the feet, and the Green Zhu Fengyun Sword formed a Zhoutian Sword Formation to open the way.
When the sword energy split the last stone wall, the scene in front of him made Chen Yun's hair stand upside down.
The three demons sat around the altar of flesh and blood, and the tentacles of lions and beasts were entangled with the unconscious old man surnamed rich.
Bai Yaoyi's Ice Soul Bead was pressed under the wings of the silver-winged yaksha bone, and the black crystal pillar that was suspended in the center of the altar was the same origin as the crystal monument in his arms!
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The blue smoke wrapped around the silver-winged yaksha's fingertips suddenly turned into a rope of bondage: "The Buddha Demon Yuanying plus the Xutian Cauldron is just right."
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Before he finished speaking, a Nascent Soul-level puppet flew out from Chen Yun's sleeve.
The puppet made of golden thunder bamboo as the main material burst out with evil-proof thunder, tearing a gap in the demon fog.
At the same time, the three flame fan activated with all its strength, and the three-color blue, red and white fire phoenix rushed towards the altar with the chaotic aura!
Amid the earth-shaking explosion, spider web cracks appeared on the surface of the black crystal column.
The silver-winged yaksha's roars were intertwined with the painful cry of lions and beasts, and Chen Yun had escaped a hundred feet with the recoil force.
The crystal monument in his arms suddenly became hot, and the inscription penetrated into the meridians like a living thing, condensed into a miniature demon-suppressing tower in his dantian.
A roar like thunder came from the depths of the earth veins, and blood-colored array patterns were lit up at the seventy-two peaks of Kunwu Mountain at the same time.
Whether it was the ancient demon head in the blood pool of Kunwu Palace or the headless demon body under the Demon-Suppressing Tower, they all trembled violently at this moment.
When Bai Yaoyi opened her eyes hard, she saw an unforgettable scene for her life.
The entire Kunwu Mountains are slowly rising, and behind the peeling rocks of the mountain, huge palms covered with green scales are exposed!
The red glow of the red dragon fire column snorted like a blood waterfall, burning the giant cauldron to nearly transparently.
Chen Yun's fingertips jumped with a golden arc, and the green bamboo bee cloud sword turned into a dragon and smashed the corner array plate.
When the last fire glow dissipated, the cauldron's body suddenly burst out with dazzling blood.
Seventy-two bronze chain phantoms poked out from the depths of the earth veins, and the buckles embedded in the reduced version of the Demon-Suppressing Tower!
"Come."
The cauldron was lifted open in Chen Yun's astonished gaze, and the lotus condensed from the red flames slowly stretched.
On the surface of the bronze key floating in the heart of the lotus, the ancient demon pattern squirmed like a centipede.
The head of Taotie beast carved at the end of the key suddenly opened its eyes, and its scarlet vertical pupils reflected the outline of the crystal monument in Chen Yun's arms.
"So that's it." Chen Yun's spiritual sense swept across the bottom of the key to sunken, and the shape was exactly the same as the crystal monument.
When he wanted to use his spiritual power to pick up the key, the red flames in the cauldron suddenly turned into thousands of fire snakes, and each snake's head had a human face.
It was the remnant soul of the ancient cultivator who refined this tripod back then!
As the remnant soul thrust towards him, three flame fans flew out of Chen Yun's sleeves.
The three-color blue, red and white fire phoenixes and red snakes fought, and the floor tiles of the entire hall exploded.
The magma broke out like a giant python and condensed into a blood-colored star map on the dome.
It is the missing "Demon Refining" chapter of the "Demon Refining" that is the incomplete chapter of "The Work of Heaven"!
The crystal monument suddenly broke free from the storage bag, and the inscription resonated with the star map.
Chen Yun's spiritual consciousness was forcibly dragged into the illusion.
Twelve ancient demons are forging seventy-two bronze keys with their feet on the mountain of corpses, with bones as hammers and tendons as strings.
When the last hammer fell, the four-armed ancient demon in the lead suddenly turned his head, and the vertical pupils shot out black light: "The day when all the keys are collected is"
"Boom!"
The shock in reality woke Chen Yun up.
The key has been embedded in the groove of the crystal stele, and a three-dimensional phantom of Kunwu Mountain appears on the surface of the stele.
Seventy-two light spots flashed on the mountain, and each light spot corresponds to a sealing node.
And the most dazzling red light comes from the mourning hall under their feet!
The roar from the depths of the earth's veins made the magma flow backwards.
The fragments of the silver-winged Yaksha's bone wings were wrapped in the rotten demon wind and swept into the hall, one of which was nailed to the crystal monument.
The inscription instantly dyed ink, and the Xutian tripod in Chen Yun's dantian suddenly lost control. The chaotic aura ejected from the mouth of the tripod actually frozen the red flame lotus into an ice sculpture.
"Friend Chen's friendly means!"
A hoarse laughter came from the hall gate.
The old man surnamed Fu, who should have been buried in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, appeared in his corpse air, with magic patterns that were the same as the keys pounded in his eyes.
He waved his hand and his natal corpse Gu gu poured out from his seven orifices, and turned into a monster with three heads and six arms upon landing.
Chen Yun's pupils shrank suddenly.
The old man's neck was clearly the indigo chains transformed from the inscription of the Demon-Suppressing Tower!
"Ding."
The green bamboo bee cloud sword collided with the sharp claws of the corpse Gu, and the splashed sparks actually corroded the ground.
The old man surnamed rich smiled and made gestures, and the magma of the entire fire pool was rolled back into nine flame dragons.
Chen Yun stepped on the three-flame fan and soared into the sky. The sword formation turned into a golden lotus to protect his body, but it made a shattering sound when it touched the flame dragon.
"I have accepted your Buddha Demon Yuanying!"
The old man's chest was cracked and a tongue wrapped in magic patterns rolled towards Chen Yuntian's spiritual cover like lightning.
At the critical moment, the crystal monument suddenly burst out of a chaotic halo, fixing the demon tongue in mid-air.
Chen Yun took the opportunity to bite the tip of his tongue, and the essence and blood painted the Buddha seal with the character "卍" in the void.
When the Sanskrit word intertwined with gold and red collided with the magic pattern, the entire mourning hall suddenly fell into absolute silence.
The magma, the flame dragon, and even the flying dust were all frozen into strange paintings.
"Can you actually touch the time wheel restriction?"
The old man surnamed rich showed a shock for the first time.
A shadow of a crystal stele appeared between Chen Yun's forehead, and the inscription was eroding his meridians at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the severe pain, he clearly heard the whisper of the ancient demon: "The seventy-two keys open the heavenly gate, and the Xutian suppression of the demons is originally the same source."
The Xutian Cauldron in the sea of consciousness suddenly flipped, and countless golden chains flew out from the cauldron, fighting fiercely with the crystal monumental demon pattern.
Dang!
The moment the bronze key fell off the crystal stele and fell into the magma, the loud noise of land collapse and cracking came from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
The seventy-two peaks of Kunwu Mountain lit up blood-colored array patterns at the same time, and the shadow of a bronze key appeared in the center of each array pattern!
The Yuan-sen man laughed wildly through the rock formation: "Success!"
At the bottom of the blood pool in Kunwu Palace, the second bronze key is inserted into the altar keyhole.
The sealed ancient demon head opened its vertical pupils, and the soul of the silver-winged Yasha was pounding in his eyes!
Deep in the earth's veins, lions and beasts tear open the last seal.
On the altar of flesh and blood composed of the three demons, the third key slowly rose. The silver-winged yaksha bone wings were broken, but she laughed wildly: "The day when the demon respects ushered."
Chen Yun suddenly woke up.
Each key needs to be activated with the essence and blood of a specific monk! (This chapter ends)