The jade pendant on her waist suddenly exploded, and the broken jade pieces formed an incomplete map of the North Sea stars in the air - forming a mysterious pattern corresponding to heaven and earth with the runes on the crystal stele.

The old man surnamed Fu drew the Nine Nether Chain from his sleeve and tried to grab the star map, but the tip of the chain melted into molten iron the moment it touched the rune.

The old man retreated violently with a muffled groan, and a ghostly blue fire ignited from the sleeve of his right arm. This was a sign of the backlash of the Nine Nether Sect's secret "Nether Phosphorus Yin Fire".

Chen Yun suddenly bit his tongue, and his blood and essence drew the Taiyi Green Talisman in the air.

When the talisman was printed on the crystal tablet, the drumbeats of the ancient sacrifice came from the tablet, and the whole crystal stone began to devour the spiritual energy within a radius of 100 miles. The white jade steps under the feet of the crowd cracked inch by inch, revealing the bronze cast "Zhen" inscription below.

The Ye family monks on the mountainside suddenly vomited blood collectively, and all the spirit stones in the temporary magic circle turned into powder.

The black flying sword controlled by the ancient demon let out the howling of a ghost, and runes that originated from the crystal monument appeared on the sword body.

“Retreat!” The eldest elder of the Ye family fluttered his white robe and summoned his life-saving magic weapon, the “Xuantianjian”.

In the light curtain projected by the treasure mirror, the gate archway of Wanxiu suddenly twisted into a giant gluttonous mouth, swallowing the three offensive magic weapons into the void.

A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Ye family was unable to dodge and his left leg instantly turned into white bones.

The big-headed monster's bloodshot eyes widened angrily, and twelve blood-red flags rose behind him.

The Shuras and evil spirits painted on the flags broke free from their restraints but turned into ashes when they touched the glow of the archway.

“This is not a ban at all!”

He screamed and tore off the little finger of his left hand, which turned into a blood arrow and shot towards the southeast, "It's alive!"

The scholar in white robe suddenly crushed the jade pendant on his waist, and a bronze key flew out from the broken jade.

The moment the key was inserted into the void, a Bagua formation diagram covering the entire mountain appeared under everyone's feet.

The ancient demon at the center of the formation suddenly began to bleed from all seven orifices, and the demonic energy in his body uncontrollably surged towards the key - it turned out that the Ye family had planted the "Demon Locking Seal" in his soul a hundred years ago.

The cold wind outside the stone pavilion suddenly stagnated, and cold sweat oozed from Xiang Zhili's wrinkled forehead. He clearly saw the five-colored rays of light ripple as the woman's voice fell, and the blue bricks under his feet cracked into spider-web-like patterns.

"Why do you have to embarrass me, senior?" The old man secretly put three golden talismans in his sleeves. "These two yi rings and eight spirit rulers have suppressed this place for tens of thousands of years. Even if you can tear open the restrictions..."

"Noisy!"

The silver bell-like laughter suddenly turned into the sound of metal clashing, and the scene in front of Xiang Zhili suddenly turned upside down.

He saw his silver silk shoes hanging above his head, sticky black mist pouring out from the cracks in the blue bricks, and countless white bone arms clinging to his Taoist robe.

The spiritual energy in Dantian was surging like boiling water, and the Nascent Soul was curled up in pain in the Purple Palace.

The moment the five-colored rays of light turned into a cage, Xiang Zhili suddenly bit his tongue.

The blood mist condensed into mysterious runes in the air, and three golden talismans exploded with brilliant light at the same time.

But a crystal jade hand stretched out from the crack in space and easily crushed the full-strength attack that was enough to kill a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Go ahead." The woman's voice was lazily and tired, "When I am free from this predicament, I will settle the old accounts with you about the three sons of Kunwu."

Ye Mingli, the ancestor of the Ye family, had a dark face. The ancient bronze mirror in his hand emitted nine green rays of light, but they were swallowed by the mist the moment they touched the stone gate.

The mirror cracked into spider web patterns with a "crack", and the twelve Jindan monks behind him vomited blood at the same time.

"Uncle Qi, this Nine Palaces Maze Formation..."

Ye Mingli turned to look at the white-bearded old man, "Do you really want to move that thing?"

Before the white-bearded old man could reply, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The jade pendants on everyone's waists simultaneously lit up with dazzling red light - this was a warning from the hidden stakes left in the nameless lake. Ye Mingli's pupils shrank suddenly, and he clearly saw five ghostly white shadows appearing on the surface of the jade pendants.

"The five demon sons of Yinluo Sect!" The white-bearded old man's voice trembled, "The old demon Qian came so quickly"

Hua Wuya pressed the jade gourd on his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force. He could feel five cold spiritual senses sweeping across his body, like a poisonous snake crawling under his Taoist robe.

The Poison Saint Sect's great elder took a deep breath, and the unique miasma of southern Xinjiang mixed with the fishy smell of lake water rushed into his nostrils.

"Fellow Daoist Qian, you are joking." He forced a smile, and the hundred poison needles hidden in his sleeves were ready to go:
"The relocation of Huaxian Sect happened three hundred years ago. However, the Nine Nether Mysterious Ice recorded in your sect's Yin Demon Book..."

Before he could finish his words, a column of water suddenly exploded from the surface of the lake.

A gray-robed monk broke out of the water, his body surrounded by the unique green phosphorus smoke of the Poison Saint Sect. He struck the gong in his hand, and the sound waves spread ten miles with spiritual power:

"The Poison Saint Sect has found the sealed entrance! It's just twenty miles to the north!"

"court death!"

Hua Wuya shouted. Seven streams of purple smoke shot out of the jade gourd and condensed into a ferocious ghost face in mid-air.

But the figure of the gray-robed monk suddenly became ethereal, and turned into thousands of fireflies in full view of everyone, disappearing into the forest in an instant.

The lakeside suddenly became boiling.

Dozens of rays of light shot up into the sky, and the northern sky was lit up with the lights of various magical weapons.

Hua Wuya turned around to look at his fellow disciples and found that the collars of the three elders were soaked with cold sweat - the worst situation had happened.

"Senior Brother Hua, what should we do now?" the youngest blue-robed elder asked in a voice transmission, defensive runes lighting up on the array plate in his hand.

Before Hua Wuya could answer, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the sky. Five white shadows fell to the ground like meteors, creating a five-meter-deep pit on the lakeside. When the smoke and dust dissipated, five white-clothed boys with the same appearance stood quietly, with a dot of cinnabar on their eyebrows.

"Since the entrance has been found," the five boys spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping like the moans of evil spirits, "I will explore the way for you."

The silver-haired woman leaned on the black jade throne, her fingertips wrapped around the spiritual power that seeped in from the cracks in the forbidden area. She looked at the lake scene emerging in the void, and a sneer appeared at the corners of her scarlet lips. Eight black iron chains pierced through her scapula, and every breath would cause the gold characters on the chains to flicker.

"Soon."

The woman licked the blood off her fingertips, which were stained when she fought with Xiang Zhili just now. "When the spiritual power of the Liangyi Ring weakens by another 30%, the fight between these ants will tear open the last barrier for me."

She suddenly turned her head and looked towards the east. There, a monk in a green robe was riding a green flying boat across the sea of ​​clouds, with the soul-nourishing wood hanging around his waist slightly warm.

Thousands of feet underground, a cold wind carrying the stench of earth howled between the cracks in the rocks.

The jade gourd on Hua Tianqi's waist glowed faintly, absorbing all the miasma within a three-foot radius around it.

He looked at the solid white light curtain in front of him, and suddenly five overlapping voices rang in his ears: "Fellow Daoist Hua's Ten Thousand Poison Gourd has become more and more advanced."

Five boys in white clothes walked out slowly from the shadows, with glaring cinnabar red between their brows.

The boy on the far left had wisps of black air wrapped around his fingertips, and was currently kneading the poisonous fog that Hua Tianqi had just dispelled into a ball.

"Brother Qian's Five Sons Magic Skill has become more and more mysterious."

The green lines on Hua Tianqi's face twitched slightly, and the hundred poison needles in his sleeves were already clasped in his palms. He could clearly sense that the cold evil spirit emanating from the other party was corroding the protective aura, and even the green rock under his feet was covered with frost.

Zheng Wei, the Sisan Zhenren, huddled at the end of the crowd, and the silver light flowing from his Four-sided Flying Boots was concealed by his sleight of hand by seven points.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the two opposing parties, and his right hand quietly reached for the storage bag on his waist - there were three forbidden-breaking beads obtained from the cave of an ancient monk.

"It's better to fight."

He licked his cracked lips and caught a glimpse of several disciples of the Poison Saint Sect setting up formation flags at the edge of the light curtain.

Just as he was thinking about how to seize it in the chaos, he suddenly felt a piercing chill on the back of his neck.

The five white shadows had formed a siege without anyone noticing. The voice of the old demon Qian exploded in his consciousness: "Fellow Daoist Zheng's boots remind me of a certain evil disciple who defected."

Hua Tianqi suddenly laughed out loud, and the jade gourd spewed out purple mist all over the sky.

The disciples of the Poison Saint Sect retreated in response, and twelve formation flags broke out from the rock wall, forming the Nine-Bend Yellow Spring Formation right under everyone's eyes.

The lightning on the surface of the light curtain suddenly became violent, and three lightning pillars as thick as buckets struck directly at where the old demon Qian was.

"I am not talented, but I am willing to lend a helping hand to Brother Qian!"

The green lines on Hua Tianqi's face had spread to his neck, and green phosphorus poisonous insects were swimming in each line.

He had long calculated that the lightning would trigger the negative energy in the Five Demons' body. This attack was both a killing move and a test.

The five boys made hand gestures at the same time, and a huge shadow of a golem appeared behind them.

The lightning struck the chest of the golem, turning into black liquid dripping down, corroding the rock into a deep pit several feet deep. And this was what Hua Tianqi was waiting for - the green phosphorus insect, under the cover of the poisonous fog, had quietly climbed onto the corner of the boy's clothes on the far right.

Zheng Wei took advantage of the chaos to activate the Breaking Ban Pearl, and ripples suddenly appeared on the light curtain.

The wily old man was about to escape when he suddenly saw thousands of sword shadows reflected in the ripples, which frightened him so much that he stopped abruptly.

Several anxious monks at the back were unable to stop in time, and the moment they hit the light curtain, their flesh and blood melted like wax.

"This is not an illusion!" someone screamed miserably.

Hua Tianqi's pupils suddenly shrank. He clearly saw the melted monk's blood essence being swallowed by the light curtain. The blood threads flowed along the ancient runes, gradually outlining the contour of an eight-petal lotus.

The old demon Qian suddenly laughed wildly, and the five boys merged into one, revealing their true form with green face and fangs.

He raised his hand and tore open the front of his shirt, revealing the beating magic pattern on his heart - it was the forbidden mark left by the three Kunwu elders when they sealed the Saint Ancestor Yuansha!
"Thirty thousand years..."

The golem howled to the sky, and the entire underground palace began to tremble. "This clone of the Holy Ancestor will be crushed to the ground today."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling green light suddenly burst out from the southeast corner. An ancient bronze sword came through the air, and the chains wrapped around the sword body made a rattling sound, and it actually pierced directly through the golem's forehead.

Ye Mingli, the great elder of the Ye family, arrived on a sword, followed by three hundred sword practitioners in white. Runes with the same origin as the ancient swords flashed between each of their brows.

Zheng Wei huddled in a corner, the Yin Thunder Pearl already clasped on his fingertips. He noticed that the disciples of the Poison Saint Sect were secretly collecting blood on the ground, and among the melted relics of the monks, there was a jade pendant that was emitting a strange red light.

The old wily man suddenly had an idea, and the silver light from his square boots suddenly increased. He rushed straight to the jade pendant in the astonished eyes of everyone.

"How dare you, Zhu Zi!"

Hua Tianqi and Qian Lao Mo attacked at the same time, but the green phosphorus poisonous dragon and the giant palm of demonic energy strangely deflected when they touched Zheng Wei - the red light bursting out of the jade pendant actually formed an absolute barrier.

Zheng Wei laughed wildly and crushed the jade pendant. The light curtain burst open, revealing the rotating nebula vortex behind it.

Suddenly, golden light rained down from the dome of the underground palace, and eight bronze pillars engraved with Sanskrit broke out of the ground.

Xiang Zhili, who was trapped in a different space, stepped out on the light, and the half-broken spiritual ruler in his hand resonated with Ye Mingli's ancient sword.

The silver-haired woman's sneer echoed in everyone's mind: "Now that the stage is set, I will accompany you to finish this performance."

Thousands of feet underground, a sticky purple liquid oozed out from the green phosphorus stone walls, making the green patterns on Hua Tianqi look extremely weird.

When the seven disciples of the Poison Saint Sect bowed, the centipede totems embroidered on their lapels glowed faintly, and they actually absorbed the surrounding poisonous fog into their bodies.

The leading disciple had three bone bells hanging on his right earlobe, which moved without wind and made an inaudible tremor.

"Hurry to the cold pond to get the Nine Nether Ice Soul."

Hua Tianqi tapped the yellow flag at his waist three times with his fingertips, and the bone bell fell silent instantly.

The disciples transformed into seven green rays that shot up into the sky. When they passed through cracks in the rock, countless red spider silks suddenly emerged.

But then the disciple Gu Ling threw out three dark green pills from his sleeves. The spider silk became rotten as soon as they touched them, and a channel was melted in the spider web.

The moment the fourth elder stepped into the magic array, the green pattern on the back of Hua Tianqi's neck suddenly cracked open, and a transparent poisonous insect crawled out.

This poisonous insect has twelve pairs of thin wings. Every time it flaps its wings, it leaves a light golden trail in the void - this is the "Thousand Machine Leads" secretly passed down by the Poison Saint Sect, which is specially used to mark space nodes.

As Zheng Wei paced, ripples of space like water appeared on the soles of his boots.

The Nascent Soul man looked rough, but he actually had seven Yin thunders hidden in his sleeves, and blood-colored runes floated on the surface of each of them.

"Two of the Five Ghosts of Yinshan died last night."

The old man with purple light suddenly spoke, and the purple air wrapped around his fingertips condensed into the shape of a small sword, "Fellow Daoist Zheng, do you know what this is about?"

Zheng Wei's pupils shrank slightly, but his face was full of smiles: "Maybe greed triggered the restriction."

Before he finished speaking, a shrill howl was heard in the distance.

When everyone looked over, they saw three Jindan cultivators being entangled by the blood vines that sprang out from the light curtain, and turned into three white skeletons in the blink of an eye.

Five white shadows passed over the dome at this moment. The old demon Qian laughed like a blunt knife scraping bones: "You all are in a good mood." The last boy in white suddenly turned his head, and the cinnabar on his forehead oozed black blood, writing the word "death" in the air. Before the bloody word dissipated, Zheng Wei had already dragged the purple-glowing old man back ten feet, and a deep pit appeared where they had stood before.

Chen Yun sat cross-legged in the air, his green Taoist robe moving without wind. When he used his Mingqing Spiritual Eyes for the thirty-fourth time, he finally saw a golden thread moving in the depths of the red cloud - it turned out to be the ancient seal character "Li".

At the moment when the infant fire was entangled, thousands of spiritual energy veins as thin as hair emerged in the clouds, connecting with each other to form a star map.

When refining the fifth golden bead, something strange happened. The shadow of Kunwu Mountain appeared on the surface of the bead. An old man with white hair and a youthful face sat on the top of the mountain, inserting eight jade rulers into the earth veins. Chen Yun's spiritual consciousness touched it and he felt the world spinning. An old Taoist voice rang in his ears: "The Nine Palaces are in disarray, and the Five Elements are in chaos."

The moment the five beads formed a ring, the Nascent Soul in Chen Yun's purple palace suddenly opened its eyes.

The little hands formed a strange seal, which actually activated the Great Evolution Technique in the body.

When the five-colored ball of light exploded, he clearly saw the shadow of a silver-haired woman flash across the crack in the void.

On the surface of the boulder where Bai Yaoyi sat, the roots of the spiritual grass were growing wildly, nailing the corners of her skirt to the ground. The black lines on the old man surnamed Fu's neck had spread to his jaw, but he still forced a smile and said, "Brother Chen is indeed."

Before he could finish his words, a loud sound of chains breaking could be heard from deep inside the stone steps. (End of this chapter)