The golden hammer emitted a flash of lightning, but before it could touch the ancient demon, it was firmly grasped by the bone claws that stretched out from the ground - what crawled out of those bronze coffins were actually twelve mummies wearing Ye family costumes!

In front of Lingbao Pavilion, the Confucian scholar suddenly spurted out black blood.

The mountain and river map on the Xuanhuang Seal turned into a churning sea of ​​blood, and the five monks who formed the formation were simultaneously blown away by the backlash. A long laugh from the silver-winged Yaksha came from the clouds:
"Three thousand years of planning, today finally comes to fruition."

In the center of the White Jade Square, when Chen Yun and others broke the last restriction, they saw the horrifying sight of the 72 peaks of Kunwu Mountain lighting up with blood-red runes at the same time.

The Xutian Ding flew to the main peak on its own. The silver tadpole characters on the Ding body merged with the blood symbols. The entire fairy mountain began to slowly sink into the Netherworld.
The gloomy sky hung over the Kunwu Mountains, and gray fog entwined the peaks like a giant python.

The scholar's blue robe fluttered as his fingertips brushed across the dark gold patterns on the surface of the Mi Tian bracelet, and the bracelet actually made a humming sound as thin as a gossamer thread.

When the square-faced monk took it, his sleeve accidentally touched the bracelet, and a wisp of black air suddenly penetrated into his skin, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

"Uncle Seven, the Soul Devouring Wind of the Demon Suppression Tower weakens by three quarters every day at midnight."

The scholar turned to the big-headed weirdo and a half-broken jade slip slipped out of his sleeve:

"This thing can lead the way. Don't touch the blood pool at the bottom of the tower."

The strange man laughed strangely, and the moment his withered claws grabbed the jade slip, the copper bells on the waists of the three ancient demons rang, and they actually performed the Seven Star Steps on the stone steps.

When the purple light of the Ziwei Seven Star Formation shot up into the sky, the Confucian scholar suddenly made a gesture and pointed at the center of the formation.

The tail stinger of the hornet queen in the formation was blue, contrasting with the scarlet pupils of the vampire bats, and it actually weaved a spider-web-like poisonous miasma between the formation patterns.

"What the Ye family wants is the thing in the tower, we just need..."

Before he finished speaking, faint thunder was heard from the foot of the mountain.

Chen Yun's fingertips ignited a pale golden flame, and the flame twisted into a strange angle in front of the "Wanxiu Gate" archway. "The illusion array remains."

He blew lightly, and the shadow of the broken formation flag appeared in the flames.

Just as Bai Yaoyi was about to speak, the old demon Qian had already transformed into grey mist and crashed into the archway. His five clones, each holding a mourning stick, smashed the last illusion into pieces.

"The Kunwu restriction has been broken by 70%."

The old man surnamed Fu stepped on the cracks in the blue bricks, and black blood-like liquid oozed out from under the bricks:

"The Ye family even used the 'Blood-drawing Formation-breaking Technique'."

When they reached halfway up the mountain, Chen Yun suddenly pressed his chest, and the Qingyuan sword and shield spontaneously appeared in the shadow of the stone palace in front.

Twelve headless stone statues stood holding spears, their broken necks covered with moss.

The debris in the temple was not scattered randomly.

When Chen Yun squatted down, he found that the cracks on every piece of rubble pointed towards the northwest corner.

“Does it look like it?”

Sword light condensed from his fingertips and drew a star map on the ground. "Sky Wolf Swallowing Moon Formation?"

Hua Tianqi's face changed color when he heard this. This ancient killing formation requires a living creature as the core of the formation.

Zheng Wei suddenly kicked a stone at his feet, and the stone hit the column and made a sound of metal.

When the smoke and dust cleared, deep in the collapsed corridor, there was a half-broken stone arm with five fingers shaped into claws and a blood jade embedded in the palm.

"It's a complete stone spirit core!"

Just as the big man among the five Nascent Soul cultivators was about to step forward, the five clones of Old Demon Qian suddenly formed seals, and ten gray lights hit somewhere in the void.

The moment the purple light exploded, Chen Yun smelled the sweet smell of blood.

The lion-headed monster's four wings spread out to a length of ten feet, with purple arcs of electricity flowing between its feathers.

"Qiu Chi!"

Bai Yaoyi cast an ice crystal ring and the ground froze instantly.

The monster opened its eagle beak and spit out a ball of black mist, corroding all the ice crystals wherever it passed.

The true form of Demon Qian appeared on the beam of the palace, and the skull on top of the mourning stick spewed out green fire.

The flames licked the monster's left wing, but only burned a small charred hole.

"wrong!"

Chen Yun's Qingzhu Fengyun Sword suddenly came out of its sheath automatically, with the tip of the sword pointing at the monster's belly - where half of the stone spine could be vaguely seen.

"It's the corpse of a monster controlled by the stone spirit!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Chi's right claw had already shattered the protective auras of the two Jindan monks.

In the blood mist, the tattered fragments of a green Taoist robe floated to Chen Yun's feet, with the Ye family crest embroidered on it.

Hua Tianqi pressed his palms on the ground, and seven stone pillars rose from the ground to form a trap.

Qiu Chi rushed around in it, and every collision caused blood-colored talismans to appear on the stone pillars.

"It is absorbing the spiritual power of the formation!"

The old man surnamed Fu's compass needle spun wildly, and suddenly pointed to the star map trace that Chen Yun had just drawn.

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank. The broken stones had been suspended in mid-air without anyone noticing, forming an incomplete wolf head pattern.

He threw out seventy-two golden bamboo flying swords, and the sword formation turned into a lightning net covering the star map. He saw that the stone spine in Qiu Chi's abdomen lit up with a faint light, and the lightning was completely absorbed.

"The Heavenly Wolf Swallowing Moon Formation is about to be revived!"

Bai Yaoyi's ice crystal ring exploded into pieces and turned into thousands of ice cones that pierced the monster's eyes.

Taking advantage of the moment when he closed his eyes, the afterimage of the Xutian Ding flew out of Chen Yun's sleeve, and blue flames spurted out of the mouth of the cauldron and wrapped around the stone spine.

Amidst the shrill roars, the blue bricks beneath everyone's feet began to collapse.

Bronze steps were exposed at the collapsed site, and sticky black liquid oozed from the cracks in the steps.

The incarnation of Demon Qian grabbed a foundation-building cultivator and threw him down to scout the way. When the man touched the black liquid, stone spots appeared all over his body, and within three breaths he turned into a kneeling stone statue.

"It's the Underworld River!"

Hua Tianqi threw out the Immortal Binding Rope and wrapped it around Chen Yun's waist, "Fellow Daoist Chen's Cold Flame may be..."

The blue flame of Chen Yunxu's Tianding turned into a lotus to support everyone. When it sank into darkness, he caught a glimpse of the remains of Qiu Chi being wrapped in rubble and reassembled.

The sound of bells could be heard from deep within the underground palace, faintly harmonizing with the humming sound of the Mitian bracelet.

When the last ray of daylight disappeared, they saw countless stone spirits kneeling on both sides of the corridor, holding eternal lamps that reflected the murals on the wall - it was the Ye family cultivator holding the Mi Tian bracelet and walking towards the altar.

On the ground, the Ziwei Seven Star Formation suddenly shook violently. The scholar vomited blood, and the formation flags exploded one after another.

"Someone is stirring up the Kunwu earth veins!"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and nine copper coins flew out of his sleeve for divination. The coins melted into copper liquid before they hit the ground.

The sound of chains breaking was heard from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower. The big-headed monster's communication talisman spontaneously combusted into ashes, leaving only four words: "Blood Pool Flows Backwards."

The Mitian bracelet in the square-faced monk's hand suddenly became extremely hot, and the figure of Chen Yun from the underground palace emerged from the bracelet.

When he saw the blue flame of Xu Tian Ding clearly, his pupils shrank into needle points: "It's that person."

The dark clouds on Kunwu Mountain were like ink. The wings of lions and beasts stirred up a fishy wind. When the purple light passed through the dome of the stone palace, the five clones of the old demon Qian offered mourning sticks together.

The beast claws that stretched out from the black fog actually glowed with the luster of jade, and collided with the mourning stick, making a sound of metal and stone.

"Something's wrong!"

Chen Yun's Qingyuan sword and shield suddenly shrank, and the sword light swept across the broken end of the beast's claw - there was no flesh and blood there, only wriggling stone fibers.

"Roar!"

A bloody hole suddenly appeared on the lion-beast's abdomen, and half of its stone spine stuck out like a scorpion's tail, with a broken jade pendant of a Ye family cultivator embedded in the tip.

Just as Bai Yaoyi's ice ring froze its left wing, the stone spine suddenly pierced into the ground. Twelve headless stone statues broke out of the ground where the blue bricks exploded, and sticky black liquid spurted out of their broken necks.

"retreat!"

Hua Tianqi threw out seven bronze nails, and the moment they pierced into the top of the stone statue's head, blood-colored talismans appeared on the nails.

The stone statue stopped moving suddenly, but the lion beast took the opportunity to flap its wings, and the purple light and fishy wind shattered the palace window.

The blue flame of the Xutian Ding in Chen Yun's sleeve flashed, and the mouth of the cauldron caught the falling feather - the fine runes at the root of the feather were actually the same as the patterns on the Mitian bracelet.

A hundred miles away, among the gnarled branches of ancient trees, black blood dripping from the claws of lions and beasts seeped into the bark, and the wood lines twisted strangely into pupil patterns.

The moment the ugly woman in black kicked open the tree hole, wisps of gray mist floated out of the hole, and the scene of the soul-trapping formation from that year emerged in the mist.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha had an iron chain piercing its scapula, and the Qingxu Pill bounced from its fingertips into its own mouth.

"The Grace of Qingxu Pill"

The ugly woman touched the raised stone spot on her neck, which was the mark of the Blood Curse.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha fluttered its silver wings lightly, and the silver flames on the wings burned the void, which actually reflected the scene inside the Kunwu Palace - the Four Spirit Tablets were suspended in the North Pole Yuanguang, and the real names of the three people were engraved on the cards.

"Friend Gui, please look."

Yaksha pointed his fingertips at the word "Xuanyan", and the body of the card suddenly showed tortoise shell patterns:
"Your natal card has resonated with the mountain's spiritual veins. If you don't take it back, it will turn into a mountain-suppressing stone puppet within three days."

The ugly woman thrust the stone dagger in her sleeve into the tree trunk, and the tree sap actually oozed out black blood, the same as that of lions and beasts.

Chen Yun stepped on the blue flame of the Xutian Ding and sank into the underground palace. The light from the Ding reflected the murals in the corridor.

The ancestor of the Ye family knelt down and worshiped the giant tripod, in which floated the Mitian bracelet.

Suddenly, a roar of a square-faced monk was heard from the front. Everyone chased to the altar, only to see that his neck was covered with black lines and the Mi Tian bracelet was devouring his blood.

"Cut off his right arm!"

The scholar rushed out from the darkness, with starlight shooting out from the Ziwei Formation Plate in his hand.

Chen Yunjin's Thunder Bamboo Flying Sword was launched later but arrived first. When the sword tip cut into the black lines, sparks flew out - that was not flesh and blood at all, but wriggling black jade.

The altar collapsed with a loud bang, revealing a pool of blood below. In the pool floated half a body of a silver-winged corpse, and the scroll tightly held in the corpse's hand suddenly unfolded, revealing the "Four Symbols Diagram of Trapped Spirits".

Just as the Demon Qian's clone was about to snatch the weapon, a giant stone claw stretched out from the surging blood pool - it was the missing right claw of the lion beast!
When the Silver-Winged Yaksha and the ugly woman sneaked to the outside of Kunwu Palace, the copper bells on the eaves began to move without wind.

The Yaksha's silver wings suddenly ignited with a dark blue flame, and the scene of the underground palace was reflected in the flame:

"Oh no! That body is..."

Before he finished speaking, the Arctic Yuan Light in the hall erupted, and a fourth figure walked out of the waterfall of light.

Half of this man's body was petrified, but his left eye had the pupil of a living person. In his hand he held a bronze lamp, the flame of which was actually the feathers of a lion or beast.

"Oh it's you."

The Yaksha's silver wings suddenly folded, "I secretly took away half of the Qingxu Pill back then."

A sound like the friction of gravel emanated from the stone man's throat, and the flame of the lamp suddenly pointed to the mountainside - there, the Ziwei Seven Star Formation was running in reverse.

The stinger of the tiger-headed queen bee in the formation pierced into the square-faced monk's brow. The bee venom and the black lines blended together, forming a phantom of a huge bracelet on his forehead.

The moment the shadow of the Mitian Bracelet suddenly expanded, the Kunwu Mountains shook violently.

Chen Yunxu's Tianding flew towards the blood pool on its own, and the same runes as the Mitian bracelet appeared on the body of the ding.

The silver-winged corpse in the pool suddenly opened its eyes, and its broken right hand reached out to grab the tripod leg - in the center of its palm, there was a missing corner of the Four Spirits Plate.

"Three cards become one, and the soul-trapping formation is broken."

The flame from the stone man's bronze lamp licked the temple pillars, causing the seals on the pillars to peel off layer by layer.

Just as the Silver-Winged Yaksha was about to rush into the Yuanguang, he saw the ugly woman transformed into a giant black rock turtle. The blood-curse patterns on the turtle shell actually resonated with the North Pole Yuanguang.

Deep in the underground palace, the square-faced monk's body, which had completely turned into black jade, exploded. After the Mitian bracelet absorbed all his essence and blood, nine blood-red pupils opened inside the bracelet.

The scholar laughed wildly and tore off the skin, revealing the true face of the Ye family's great elder: "Three hundred years of blood sacrifice, finally became a bracelet spirit!"

A lion-like beast descended from the sky and pounced on the bronze lamp, but the stone man pressed the flame of the lamp into his petrified left eye.

The Arctic Yuanguang suddenly turned around and nailed the Silver-Winged Yaksha to the palace wall.

The last scene before the Yaksha's silver wings burned out was Chen Yun buckling the Xutian Ding on the Mitian Bracelet. In the halo of light emitted by the collision between the Ding and the bracelet, the outline of the fourth natal card was vaguely visible.

The blood pool in the underground palace was boiling. Elder Ye grabbed the fused tripod bracelet and laughed wildly, but he did not notice that the flame from the stone man's left eye behind him had already penetrated his spine.

Outside the mountain, blood-cursing patterns covered the entire Kunwu Mountain. Those monks who were scratched by lions and beasts were petrified and transformed into new stone puppets to guard the mountain.

On the top of Kunwu Mountain, which was covered with dark clouds, the wings of the Silver-Winged Yaksha emitted a cold arc of light in the gloomy wind.

The ugly woman's rough fingers stroked the stone spots on her neck, and the skin that had been eroded by the Blood Curse actually began to show fine cracks.

"The debt of Qingxu Pill."

A whisper like the friction of sand and gravel rolled out of her throat, and a yellowish-brown light suddenly burst out from her palm.

The roots of the ancient trees within a ten-foot radius broke through the ground and coiled around to form an altar like a dragon.

The lion-beast stood in the center of the altar with its wings folded, purple lightning crackling between its feathers.

The silver-winged Yaksha bit his fingertips and drew a bloody rune in the air:
"Use the Soul Trapping Array as a bond, take the card and it will disperse!"

The talisman turned into a chain and sank into the ugly woman's forehead. Her bloated body suddenly shrank and turned into her true form, a black rock turtle. The blood-cursing patterns on the turtle shell resonated and vibrated with the chain.

The three monsters had not noticed that the growth rings of the thousand-year-old tree a hundred steps away were rotating in the reverse direction.

When the oath chain was formed, the raised knot on the bark surface suddenly cracked, revealing a green vertical pupil.

Deep in the pupils was the reflection of the tiny defect in the rune pattern at the base of the Silver-Winged Yaksha's wings - that was the hidden injury left by the soul-trapping formation back then.

The sound of waves in the purple bamboo forest was like thunder. Chen Yun stepped on the Golden Thunder Bamboo Flying Sword and flew over the bamboo tips. Suddenly, the sound of seventy-two flying swords trembling in unison came from his sleeves.

This tremor was different from the previous ones, and it actually carried some kind of blood-related fear.

He suddenly pressed his Dantian, and the Three-Flame Fan in the Yuanying's arms emerged on its own. The three-colored flames on the fan intertwined into the shadow of an ancient demon.

"Fellow Daoist Chen!"

Bai Yaoyi's exclamation brought him back to reality.

In the gray mist spewed out by the five demons in front, seven giant purple bamboos broke through the ground to form a formation. The light blades bursting out from between the bamboo nodes cut two Jindan monks from the Poison Saint Sect in half.

The blood splashed on the bamboo leaves and was swallowed up by the leaves.

The real body of the old demon Qian was hidden in the depths of the gray fog, and his five clones simultaneously chanted: "Netherworld Cold Evil!"

The gray fog condensed into a rainstorm of icy cones, and a blood moon rose at the center of the purple bamboo formation.

Wherever the moonlight reached, all the ice cones vaporized, and the roars of lions and beasts came from the fog - the sound actually came from deep in the bamboo roots!
The roots of the tree demon were traveling through the earth veins, and when they touched the residual vibrations of the Mitian Bracelet, scarlet granulations suddenly bloomed at the root tips.

The flesh buds frantically devoured the spiritual energy of the earth's veins and turned into half of a woman's body in the blink of an eye.

The woman transformed from the roots reached out and touched the rock wall, and the shadow of Kunwu Temple immediately appeared on the rock wall - the fourth natal card "Mu Kui was slowly rotating in the North Pole Yuanguang.

"Finally, I've waited until this day."

The dryad woman's voice had the crisp sound of a bamboo joint cracking.

Thousands of roots suddenly grew out of her mutilated lower body. The moment the roots pierced into the earth veins, the flow of the geomagnetic energy of the entire Kunwu Mountain was reversed.

As the silver-winged yaksha flew to the corner of the eaves of Kunwu Palace, the silver flame on its wings suddenly dimmed like a candle.

The sky outside the seal crack was a strange blue-gray color, and the great immortal master surnamed Xu was standing in the void. (End of this chapter)