The corresponding hand of the Mourning Hall is the Nascent Soul who cultivates both Buddha and demons.
"It's too late!"
The old man surnamed Fu suddenly exploded his dantian, and nine thousand corpse ghosts flew out of the blood mist, each of which was carrying a magic pattern.
Chen Yun activated the three-flame fan to burn the Gu group, but more than a hundred Gu insects still penetrated into the cracks of the ground.
They are rewriting the sealing array pattern under the mourning hall!
The crystal monument suddenly exploded, and seventy-two magic lights shot towards the peaks of Kunwu Mountain.
When Chen Yun vomited blood and retreated violently, he saw an unforgettable scene for his life.
Each mountain is disintegrating, and giant limbs covered with blue scales are exposed behind the gravel.
It turns out that the entire Kunwu Mountains are actually shackles that seal the body of the ancient demon!
The Xutian Cauldron made a mournful cry in the sea of spiritual consciousness, and the same patterns appeared on the cauldron body as the ancient demon scales.
Chen Yun's seven orifices were bleeding, but he was so blessed that he pinched out the final form of "The True Demonic Art of Brahmasambhava".
The phantom of the Dharma image of the three heads and six arms rose from the ground, and the Swastika Buddha seal and the magic pattern in the palm of the palm were reflected.
When the giant palm of the Dharma-Shapedia pressed towards the earth vein of the mourning hall, the fragments of the crystal stele suddenly gathered into a small black sword.
Where the sword tip points, the magma flows backwards into a waterfall, revealing the truth hidden in thousands of years.
The missing tripod of Xutian Cauldron is suppressing the deepest part of the fire pool!
The purple fire gathered into a giant hand, the chill was biting, and the five knuckles were flashing with dark blue light.
The sound of ice crystals condensed in Chen Yun's ears, and the transparent wing membrane of the six-winged frostipede refracted a colorful halo in the cold air.
The red cloud pattern on the body of the tripod suddenly twisted into a hideous ghost face, and a pillar of fire was spewed out with shrill crying.
Yin Yue exclaimed in the sea of consciousness: "This cauldron has devoured the Nascent Soul monk!"
Chen Yun's face was solemn, and he activated the purple flame to condense out three giant palms.
The cauldron cover finally shifted after the four-level tearing, and the red light in the gap burned through the dome of the hall, forming a honeycomb-shaped hole.
The twelve frost impressed in unison, and the cold air ejected from their mouths was no longer the cold air, but the ice soul silk condensed into solid.
These spirit insects obtained from Beiming Han Abyss broke through the bottleneck at this moment!
"Click!"
The bronze tripod was covered with a swirl and embedded in the stone pillar. The fire phoenix that rushed out of the tripod was crystal clear like red coral, and the tail feathers swept across it.
Ice lotus grows on the ground poured by thousand-year-old black iron.
Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, but the most yin fire showed the most yang sign, which was clearly the abnormal sign of "Yang Generation of the Yin Hole" recorded in "Xuan Yin Lu".
Eighteen sharp sword energy intertwined into a Qingluo sword net. As soon as it touched the feathers of Fire Luan, it instantly frozen into ice edges.
Chen Yun exerted force under his feet, and three floor tiles were shattered on the sole of his boots. When his body retreated rapidly, he threw out seven thunder beads in his hand.
Accompanied by the roar, he glimpsed the tadpole script emerging from the belly of the tripod and spread quietly along the ice layer.
These ancient runes are actually devouring the cold poison of the frostipede.
"The Kan position is three inches, use the Xuan Ice Mirror!"
Yin Yue's voice suddenly became solid, "This thing needs to be suppressed by Beiming Han Iron."
Chen Yun flipped his hands and sacrificed the ancient mirror obtained from the Ice Po Fairy. The mirror reflected the true body of the Fire Luan, and the white flame baby as big as a thumb curled up at its core.
Just in this instant flaw, Zi Luoji turned into a chain and wrapped around the neck of the Fire Infant.
The fire phoenix whined, and the ice flames bursting between the feathers actually frozen themselves.
The giant tripod suddenly trembled violently, and three vertical pupils opened in the ears of the tripod.
The Xuanshui Ling Totorch's orchid bone in Chen Yun's arms flew out uncontrollably, and the indigo juice painted a star map on the ice.
The swimming tadpole text suddenly stagnates, and then reorganizes it into the hexagram of "Guizang" - Qiantian Kundi, Zhenthi and Xun wind, Li fire and Kan water overlap.
"This is... the innate Likan Formation!"
Yin Yue's voice trembled: "Cake the tortoise shell to calm the formation eyes!"
Chen Yun used his finger instead of the knife, cut open his palm, and sprayed blood on the tortoise shell.
Mountains and rivers appear on the surface of the oracle bones, which perfectly matches the star map of the tripod body.
The floor tiles of the hall began to flip, and the seventy-two pearls on the dragon pillar exploded one after another, and each piece of fragment reflected the phantom of the ancient monk refining the true fire.
Huoying suddenly opened her eyes, and the Milky Way star sand flowed in her eyes.
The Nascent Soul in Chen Yunzi's Mansion suddenly stood up, and the three-inch little man held the Xutian Cauldron in his hand, and the mouth of the cauldron was spewing out of the chaotic aura.
At the moment when the two eternal auras collided, he saw clearly the imprint between the fire infant's forehead.
It turned out to be a huge tripod pattern!
"Friendly means."
A hoarse voice came from the bronze tripod, and the belly of the tripod raised a human face, "Can you force out the true form of the Fire Spirit, would you like to accept the inheritance of the Fire Refining Sect?"
Chen Yun retreated seven feet apart, holding three golden seal talismans in his sleeve.
The human face turned into a stream of fire and drilled into the tortoise shell, and the star map suddenly lit up.
The Likan array pattern under the ice layer seemed to come alive, climbing up the Taoist robe along the soles of his boots.
"Be careful to take over the body!" Yin Yueli shouted.
The frostipede group formed into human-shaped ice sculptures, and the Xuan Ice Sword Soul condensed into the fingertips and stabbed Chen Yun's heart directly.
He turned his body and waved his sleeves, and the green bamboo bee cloud sword formation crushed the ice sculpture, but saw the shadow of the silver moon appearing in the broken ice crystals.
That is clearly a puppet technique that has been tampered with!
At the critical moment when the tortoise shell star map spread to the neck, Chen Yun gritted his teeth and activated the true magic technique of Fan Sheng with all his strength.
In an instant, dark gold magic patterns appeared on his skin, colliding with the mysterious star map to create the sound of gold and stone, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.
At this critical moment of stalemate, Huo Ying suddenly detonated her left arm.
A stream of extremely pure Taiyin true fire poured into his dantian along the veins of the star map.
At the same time, Chen Yun's Zifu Yuanying unexpectedly opened his third eye.
And the Xutian Cauldron seemed to sense something, swallowing all the influx of Taiyin True Fire.
Chen Yun's body shook suddenly, and a trace of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.
It turns out that this is not a kind of inheritance, but a carefully planned "Cathedral Rebirth Array" set up by an ancient monk.
Chen Yun sneered in his heart and crushed the Xuanpo Pearl that had been prepared without hesitation.
The extreme cold force instantly frozen the acupoints around him, causing the rotation of the star map to suddenly stop.
The Huoying let out an unwilling scream, but the situation could no longer be restored.
Xutian Ding took the opportunity to spew out the Chaos Chain and quickly dragged the ball of white flame baby into the tripod.
As the entire hall began to collapse, Chen Yun quickly took away the frostipede and prepared to escape.
However, he suddenly discovered that the star map under his foot had turned into a teleportation array.
Water-like patterns appeared on the tortoise shell, and the outline of the deep-sea palace was vaguely visible - the remains of the real Xuanshui Spirit Tortoise were asleep there.
The Yin Fire surging violently under the ban, reflecting the entire hall into a dark blue color.
The golden arc flowing at Chen Yun's fingertips weave a net of heaven and earth in the void, and each thunder pattern cleverly matches the number of stars in the sky.
Suddenly, the glow of light transformed from the purple lucidum cremation surged, and it condensed into a nine-petal lotus platform at the core of the Yinhuo, which looked mysterious and magnificent.
"Wait, master!"
Yin Yue raised her simple hand and condensed a silver chain of moonlight, quickly entangling Chen Yun's wrist.
Her voice was anxious:
"This Yin Fire is swallowing the cold air of the earth's veins!" Before he finished speaking, the red fire pillars at the four corners of the hall burst out with dazzling light.
The dragon reliefs on the eighteen dragon pillars seem to be given life, and the flames spewed by the dragon's mouth intertwined with the Yin fire, forming a vortex of Yin and Yang.
Chen Yun's pupils shrank slightly, the spirit beast bag on his waist was automatically windless, and the hissing of the soul-crying beast penetrated layers of restrictions.
"Kan and Li conflict, water and fire are in harmony..."
He bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist condensed into mysterious runes in the air.
"Town!"
He shouted.
The red jade box suddenly burst into colorful rays, and the shadow of ancient monks refining weapons appeared on the lid.
The Ice Phoenix transformed from the Taiyin True Fire made a long sound, and swallowed the entire lotus platform transformed into Zi Luoji's cremation into her belly.
Seeing this, Yin Yue hurriedly made gestures. Nine silver rings flew out from her hair and formed a nine-palace spirit lock formation around the Bingfeng.
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The ground suddenly trembled violently, and the surface of the giant tripod sealed by Xuanbing cracked a spider-web-like pattern.
Chen Yun pressed his palms on the cauldron, and the purple-gold Brahma Saint True Demon skill turned into a phantom of the six-armed demon god, and three heads recited the Buddhist mantra at the same time.
The sound of Qingyue sounds from the cauldron is getting faster and faster, as if an ancient beast is about to break out of the seal.
"Cake it!" Chen Yun shouted loudly.
With a loud shout, thousands of golden runes burst out from the mouth of the tripod.
In an instant, the pattern of three-legged golden crows intertwined in the air, and each feather burned with blazing flames.
Seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords flew out from Chen Yun's sleeves, and the sword formation turned into a green cage to wrap the shadow of the golden crow.
"Clang——"
The cauldron suddenly soared into the sky, and a crystal stone the size of a longan was suspended in the yin and yang energy.
This object is transparent, and the light of the sun, moon and stars flows inside. Yin Yue suddenly covered her chest, and the unique moon eyes of the fox clan shone with silver light:
"This crystal...resonates!"
Chen Yun reached out to grab it, and the space fluctuations came from the crystal stone as soon as it entered his hand.
He was about to check carefully, when a pillar of light suddenly burst out from the main peak of Kunwu Mountain in the distance, and the seventy-two hanging attics lit up the formation patterns at the same time.
A heart-pounding roar came from the deep mountain, as if a giant beast was awakening.
"It's too late."
Chen Yun flipped his hand and put the crystal stone in the storage bracelet. The three flame fans swept across the room to break the door to the hall. "This fluctuation...at least the cultivators in the God Transformation Stage are fighting!"
When the Taiyin True Fire completely swallowed the Violet Extreme Fire, strange phenomena arose.
The Yin Fire sealed in the red jade box transforms into a human form, and its face is seventy-seventh-square-like to the Silver Moon.
The fire spirit raised its hand and activated the yin energy of the earth's veins, and the ground of the spiritual palace instantly formed a faint blue ice flower.
"Friendly means."
The fire spirit actually made a man's voice, and the ice crystals condensed from its fingertips turned into a long sword, and he spoke coldly:
"But if you want to use this seat to supplement the true fire of Taiyin, you may have made the wrong plan."
Chen Yun was sweating coldly behind him, but his face was still as calm as before:
"Your Excellency is already psychic, why not make a deal with me?"
After saying that, his left hand was quietly hidden in his sleeve, holding the three flame fan tightly, and surrounded his body with seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords, swimming like a dragon.
The fire spirit suddenly chuckled and pointed the sword outside the hall:
"Why do you think those old monsters let you refine weapons here? This suppressed thing at the foot of Kunwu Mountain...ha."
Before he finished speaking, the loud sound of chains breaking from the depths of the mountain came, and the surging demonic energy rushed straight into the sky.
Yin Yue suddenly appeared in the true body of a heavenly fox, and nine tails spread out like a screen behind her:
"Master, go quickly! This is the breath of the ancient demon lord!"
The moonlight spurted out of her mouth collided with the demonic energy, and a space crack exploded in the air.
Chen Yun decisively waved the three flame fans, and the strong lights of three strange fires intertwined directly hit the dome of the hall.
In an instant, he broke out and grabbed Yinyue's wrist and turned into a blue rainbow light to escape quickly.
The spiritual palace below collapsed under the invasion of the demonic energy, and the eighteen red fire pillars were corroded by the demonic energy and turned into ferocious bone dragons.
The yin energy like raindrops kept hitting the protective cover, making sizzling sounds, showing its strong corrosiveness.
The red fireball controlled by the old man in the Ye family exploded two evil ghosts again, but then gray fog surged, and more figures with green faces and fangs stepped out of the void.
"If this continues, it's unsustainable!"
The old man was sweating profusely, and the clear light emitted by the white jade ruler was much dimmed. The poison-avoiding pendant hanging around his waist suddenly emitted a dazzling red light.
The green-scaled snake that emerged from the sleeves of the Poison Saint Sect was condensed into nine purple-black chains.
The purple light suddenly increased in the ancient demon's eyes, and the black small sword suddenly changed direction, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the void.
Wherever the sword edge passed, the gray mist was torn apart like a cloth.
The walls carved with bloody jade are revealed. The demon-suppressing talisman left by the ancient monk was flickering violently, obviously bearing the impact of the Yin Qi beyond its limit.
The bronze ancient sword suddenly trembled like a dragon roar, and the Taotie beast head opened its scarlet eyes.
The big-headed monster bit his fingertips and applied blood to the beast's head and eyebrows.
With a command, the sword light passed by like a meteor, piercing straight into the void in the southeast corner.
As the sword edge sank into the gray fog, an ancient magic sealing array map appeared on the ground, and the dense blood-colored patterns showed the power of the seal.
A creepy laughter came from the center of the formation map, and the Ghost King, who was nailed by the bronze sword, gradually solidified.
It has three faces.
The woman in the palace dress in the center, the old man in the drought on the left and the crying baby on the right.
Each mouth was filled with half a chain, and the end was sank into the ground.
Seeing this, Hua Tianqi's pupils suddenly shrank and his magic tricks suddenly changed. The poisonous fog chain gave up attacking the Ye family's shield and turned to the ghost king's true body.
The vertical pupils of the blue-scale snake reflected greed, and they wanted to devour the soul of the thousand-year-old ghost king.
The ancient demon smiled coldly, and the crushed bone talisman in his hand released a monstrous demonic energy.
This boundary-breaking talisman made of the finger bones of the ancient demon general triggered a tide of yin energy.
The Ghost King let out a painful roar, and the three faces spewed out their natal yin fire at the same time, causing the temperature in the entire hall to plummet to turn into frost.
Uncle Ye's seventh family seized the opportunity and threw out the bronze compass. The pointer rotated wildly and pointed to the direction of the spiral staircase: "Go!"
The three of them turned into escape light and disappeared instantly. The corners of the baby's face on the right side of the Ghost King suddenly cracked.
It was not a mouth, but a suction cup covered with barbs!
"Be careful!"
A silver bell-like female voice suddenly rang out.
The bone blade that originally attacked the Poison Saint Sect turned in the direction and drew a strange arc in the air.
The three-foot-long blade appeared on the body of the darkness. The space wherever it passed was torn like rotten silk, and scarlet liquid oozed out from the dark cracks.
The old man threw out three Red Sun Thunder Beads with his back hand, and the yang energy generated by the explosion barely offset the power of the bone blade.
Everyone barely avoided the fatal blow, but saw a faint light lit up in the bronze relief at the corner of the stairs, and the pattern carved with the three-legged golden crow was absorbing the scattered yin energy.
The seal of Tongtian Spirit Treasure loosened, the big-headed monster's voice trembled, and the inscription on the compass suddenly turned bloody.
At their feet, a huge roar of chains breaking came from the eighth floor of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the aura of fluctuations spread upward along the spiral stairs.
The Ghost King's three faces opened his eyes instantly, and the woman in the palace dress sprayed a blue dark fire from her mouth.
The old man's face began to recite the mantra of rebirth, while the baby-like suction cup made a trembling scream. (This chapter ends)