But when the stele was lifted for a few feet, something happened suddenly.
The seemingly ordinary bluestone tablet suddenly buzzed, and then emitted thousands of white lights.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling an infinite power suddenly coming from the blue stone tablet in his hand.
"Boom!"
As a harsh roar sounded, infinite power surged onto the blue stone tablet.
It fell heavily to the ground, as if a giant object weighing 10,000 kilograms fell heavily to the ground.
The powerful force even caused the surrounding ground to shake violently.
The harsh sound made Bai Yaoyi and the two people retreat quickly, and the surface of the stone platform within tens of feet under the stone tablet was broken inch by inch.
"Hey! The surface of this monument?"
At this moment, the sharp-eyed old man named Fu suddenly let out a soft cry and pointed at the back of the stone tablet with a nervous look on his face.
Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and the stone tablet shattered piece by piece, and bits of blue light poured out from the stone tablet.
A dark blue crystal stone is embedded in the middle of the stone tablet, as if it was born in it.
This crystal is several feet long, blue and extremely crystal clear. Although not all of it is exposed, it looks rectangular and flat.
The entire bluestone tablet seems to be just the thick shell of this crystal stone.
Looking at this blue crystal stone, Bai Yaoyi's beautiful eyes flashed and she said, "This is not a spiritual stone. Although it is very similar to a water spiritual stone, it does not contain water-attribute spiritual power."
"It is indeed not a spiritual stone. No one would directly refine things with spiritual stones, and there are also things imprinted on them."
As he spoke, Yan Yun stepped forward slowly, reached forward with his five fingers like hooks, and grabbed the top of the spar.
Then he pulled hard, and the powerful force directly pulled the crystal out.
A misty blue crystal tablet appeared in front of Yan Yun, with runes flowing on it and a faint blue light flashing.
Yan Yun's expression remained as usual, he pinched the magic formula with one hand and directly put the Sky Crystal Monument into the storage bag.
This Heavenly Crystal Monument is one of the two pieces used to seal Kunwu Mountain.
The old man surnamed Fu and Bai Yaoyi looked at the scene in front of them from behind, with a trace of curiosity in their eyes. However, when they thought of Yan Yun's powerful strength, how could they dare to make such a request.
"Keep walking."
Yan Yun glanced at the two wealthy monks named Bai Yaoyi, and then strode away into the distance.
……
Halfway up the mountain.
At this time, the monks of the Ye family were struggling to break the restrictions on the mountainside with unknown steps.
The weirdo of the Ye family and the great elder, two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, were all sitting in a row, suspended above the rock, motionless.
Not far away, the remaining monks of the Ye family could be seen standing in a temporary formation.
Using the magic circle to drive various magic weapons, they are desperately attacking the huge archway looming in front of them.
Looking at the archway shrouded in various auras, the weirdo's eyes flashed with anxiety. He turned to look at the white-robed scholar aside and asked:
"Third boy, how long do you think it will take to break through the door of Wanxiu?"
Compared to the weirdo, the Confucian scholar looked unusually calm and said in a deep voice:
"One more day and one night will be enough. This archway is far more troublesome than I thought, and it's just because the Gate of Ten Thousand Cultivations has such a great reputation."
Hearing this, the big-headed weirdo said helplessly: "We have been delayed here for too long. If you and I can go down and help, we can at least save half the time."
The white-robed Confucian scholar waved his hand and said lightly: "Since there are ancient ferocious birds like lions and beasts on this mountain, we naturally have to be more careful. I would rather stay at night for a few days, so that you and I have to maintain sufficient mana."
After hearing this, the weirdo nodded, but still couldn't help but sigh: "I just didn't expect that this Gate of Ten Thousand Cultivations would take us so long. I'm afraid the subsequent restrictions will only be more troublesome."< br>
Compared to the big-headed weirdo, the Confucian scholar in white was much more confident and waved his hand gently: "Uncle Qi, don't worry, our Ye family has been planning this trip for so long and has already collected a lot of magic weapons to break the ban. It’s not just about using time at this point.”
Hearing this, the big-headed weirdo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In that case, I can feel relieved."
"Whoops!"
At this moment, the weirdo's nose trembled slightly, his face suddenly darkened, and then he flicked his fingers.
A streak of yellow sword energy cut through the void and quickly flew towards a big tree in the distance.
"Crash!"
As a breeze blew by, a silver-winged Yaksha with green hair on his body and silver wings on his back revealed his figure.
Its wings flapped and the strong wind surged, instantly knocking away those sword energy.
Immediately afterwards, the silver-winged Yaksha with pointed ears and monkey cheeks glanced at several monks of the Ye family with cold eyes, and then his eyes fell on the white-robed scholar and the big-headed weirdo.
The silver wings stirred up, and then turned into a silver light and disappeared instantly.
The big-headed weirdo did not choose to pursue him, but said solemnly: "What a brilliant wind escape technique. If it weren't for the faint corpse aura on his body, I really wouldn't have been able to spot the figure of this silver-winged yaksha."
"This silver-winged yaksha seems to be quite intelligent."
The Confucian scholar stared at the direction where Silver-winged Yaksha disappeared, his expression a little ugly.
The weirdo shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "I have to say that Kunwu Mountain is really a place of fairies. In just a short time, I have encountered lions, beasts and silver-winged yakshas."
The Confucian scholar was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "It doesn't matter to us, after all, our goal is only the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure."
at the same time.
Above a stone pavilion, a head full of white hair suddenly appeared out of thin air. Looking left and right, it looked quite cautious.
If Yan Yun were here, he would naturally recognize that this person was Xiang Zhili who was hiding his identity and looking for a node to the spiritual world.
After Xiang Zhili looked at this place for a moment, he then raised his head, revealing a smooth face full of wrinkles.
"Tsk, tsk, is this Kunwu Mountain? I have to say that the spiritual energy here is really extraordinary, but who is so full that he actually opened the seal?"
A trace of anger flashed in Xiang Zhili's eyes, and he shouted angrily, "If that thing is released, is it possible that he wants the entire Jin Dynasty to be buried with him?"
At this moment, a sweet female voice suddenly sounded:
"Since you know that this place is unlucky, you still dare to come here. How courageous are you?"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhili couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, and even his blood seemed to freeze.
Then he swallowed and stammered:
"Senior, you...you're out!"
"Come out? I came out many thousands of years ago."
The woman's voice was very gentle, but when it fell in Xiang Zhili's ear, his face turned pale.
"If it weren't for the last layer of restrictions imposed by the Third Elder Kunwu, I would have gone out long ago."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhili immediately returned to normal: "It's impossible. Under the suppression of those two heaven-reaching spiritual treasures, no one in this world can break free from the Nine True Demon-Suppressing Formation."
Upon hearing this, the voice that had been gentle and sweet just now suddenly became indifferent:
"You know this, are you a descendant of Kunwu Mountain?"
Xiang Zhili's eyes kept rolling, and he muttered: "The junior is not the descendant of the three seniors. I only know the things about the seniors, which the juniors happen to know."
"Hmph! Don't look for me anymore. My true body is indeed not out of trouble yet."
"I won't let you ruin this rare opportunity to escape." As the woman's voice fell, she saw a burst of space distortion above the stone pavilion, and then a white vortex appeared out of thin air, and a large swath of five-color glow suddenly came from the vortex. Cover the little old man.
"Wonderful celestial phenomena!"
When Xiang Zhili saw this, his expression changed drastically, and without even thinking about it, the silver light all over his body turned into a ray of light and shot out.
However, the five-color ray of light rotated slightly, and a huge suction force suddenly emerged out of thin air, causing the old man's escape light to stagnate slightly.
Then the rays of light rolled past, and Xiang Zhili disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if this person had never been there.
"As a result, I will have to sleep for a while, but the more monks who can come here, the better. I hope that when I wake up, I will be out of trouble!"
"Third son Kunwu, I want you to know the price of sealing this concubine!!"
Immediately afterwards, the sound stopped suddenly, as if it had never appeared before.
……
Seven days later, Yan Yun and others also came to a stone staircase, and in front of them was a strange restriction.
At the same time, the surface where the seal was located, near the nameless lake, was bustling with activity.
There are as many as a thousand monks gathered here, spread over dozens of miles.
Among this group of monks, there are more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks.
Among these Nascent Soul monks, the most eye-catching ones were naturally the four Poison Saint Sect elders standing side by side on one side of the lake. Most of the other Nascent Soul monks acted alone.
"Huh?"
At this moment, an elder from the Poison Saint Sect let out a sigh and suddenly looked up.
The others also looked at it.
I saw a flash of light in the distance in the sky, and a large cloud of gray fog appeared out of thin air on the horizon, and then flew towards here at an extremely fast speed.
The consciousness of the four members of the Poison Saint Sect naturally sensed the terrifying spiritual pressure in the mist, and their expressions couldn't help but change.
In the blink of an eye, the mist came to the sky above the lake, and then made a popping sound, and the purple mist disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, five faint white shadows appeared in the sky, and the five people's faces were blurred and motionless.
"Five sons share the same demon!"
When the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Poison Saint Sect saw this scene, his expression suddenly froze.
"Five-Son Demon? Is it the incarnation of the old demon of Yinluo Sect?"
Another Poison Saint Sect elder also shouted in a low voice with a blue face.
The monk surnamed Hua snorted coldly, with a look of fear on his face: "Hmph, who else in the world practices magic skills except Lao Mo? Qian Lao Mo Zhenren can possess any one of the five demons. Unless he has the ability to kill the five demons at the same time, he has almost immortality." body.”
At this moment, a gentle voice came from the air:
"It turned out to be Fellow Taoist Hua from the Poison Saint Sect. I didn't expect that Fellow Taoist would bring so many disciples. Is there something sealed here?"
Hearing this, the monk surnamed Hua took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Haha, brother, you are joking, how could Hua know that this place is close to my Poison Saint Sect, so he came here with a few colleagues .”
"Speaking of which, as the great elder of Yinluo Sect, why is Brother Qian so leisurely here?"
"Whoops!"
As his words fell, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground and shouted loudly:
"I found it. There is a crack not far to the north. You can enter it. The people from the Poison Saint Sect are breaking the entrance ban."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks around him were immediately alarmed.
Upon hearing this, the monk named Hua looked extremely ugly, and he quickly raised his hand to kill the monk who reported the news.
"Haha, I also have some knowledge of battle tactics, so I can help your disciples!"
After receiving the news, Gan Laomo laughed, and then five white shadows fled from below, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the fleeing figure of Old Demon Qian, the monk surnamed Hua turned pale and turned his wrist.
A small yellow flag appeared in his hand.
As he shook the flag, he saw a cloud of yellow clouds quickly covering the poisonous saint sect monks, wrapping a few people into the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
……
At the same time that many Nascent Soul cultivators entered the illusion formation, a flash of blue light flashed in Yan Yun's eyes.
At this time, Yan Yun had arrived in a dreamlike space, surrounded by ethereal clouds of various colors.
"Since there is no way to unlock the restriction, let's destroy it with magic."
A cold light flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he slowly raised his right hand.
A pale white Shura Holy Fire emerged from Yan Yun's hand.
Wherever the white Shura holy fire passed, a white ice crystal quickly condensed in the air.
After a while, stairs appeared in front of Yan Yun.
"Hoo!"
Seeing that the illusory formation was destroyed, Yan Yun let out a breath and looked at Bai Yaoyi and the monk named Fu.
Compared to Yan Yun who was intact, the two of them were very depressed. When they saw Yan Yun appear, they quickly said:
"Thanks to Brother Yan for destroying this weird restriction, I have never seen such a terrifying magic circle."
Bai Yaoyi also nodded and said in agreement: "Thanks to Senior Brother Yan."
There was a hint of gratitude on her jade face.
After Yan Yun destroyed the formation, the group of three people walked towards the mountain again.
But compared to before, Bai Yaoyi and the two were obviously much more cautious. They followed Yan Yun obediently and did not dare to act rashly.
A few hours later, the three of them finally flew over several huge mountain ridges in succession, and finally arrived at the stone pavilion where the Ye family monks came in that day, and where the gift of the sun disappeared out of thin air.
Seeing the stone pavilion on the side, the old man and Bai Yaoyi were still doing nothing, but Yan Yun let out a light sigh, suddenly stared at the ground somewhere outside the stone pavilion, and stopped.
When the two old men saw this, they couldn't help but look at it. As a result, they also discovered something strange.
There was a shallow faint footprint on the soft ground.
If you don't pay careful attention, it's really easy to overlook the past.
"Sure enough, other monks have been here!"
Bai Yaoyi spat out a mouthful of Finland with her teeth exposed, and said with a frown: "It seems that there are monks who are one step ahead of us."
"Not only that, look at those rocks!"
After the old man surnamed Fu murmured, he glanced at a certain rock next to the stone pavilion and said.
And on this mountain rock, there is a trench that is about several feet long. It is narrow and deep. At first glance, it is the trace left by a very powerful sword energy.
This is exactly the mark left here by the yellow sword energy that the seventh uncle of the Ye family shot out that day. (End of chapter)