Twelve phantoms of demon gods screamed in the sea of ​​consciousness, trying to fight for the control of this body.

The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword suddenly let out a mournful cry.

The sword spirit was corroded by the evil spirit and turned into a three-inch-tall blood dragon shadow.

Chen Yun put his fingers together like knives, and without hesitation cut off his mental connection with the flying sword. He then slapped out seventy-two prohibitions 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 onto the crystal monument.

The extremely cold air and the magic patterns collided to create a vortex of ice and fire, and those restless inscriptions froze instantly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Yun bit his tongue and used his blood to draw the Buddhist "卍" seal on the surface of the crystal stele.

Ten miles outside the formation, Madam Mu stood on the Sun and Moon Shuttle and sneered.

What she held in her hands were not the golden and silver shuttles, but two pieces of dark white bone blades - the Huaxian Sect's most precious treasure, the "Mother and Child Soul-Chasing Blades", which were emitting scarlet evil spirits.

I’m afraid that old ghost Xuanqing will never think of this until he dies.

Her fingertips brushed across the magic patterns that appeared on the blade, "The so-called Sun and Moon Shuttle is nothing more than a container for the blood of the ancient demon."

The beautiful woman behind him suddenly twitched all over, and spider-web-like black lines appeared under her skin.

When the black lines gathered at her brows, her entire body exploded, and all her flesh and blood was absorbed by the bone blade.

A six-eyed blood dragon totem appeared on Madam Mu’s forehead, and her aura instantly soared to the early stage of transformation!
At the same time, the five-stringed zither of Tianlan Saint Lin Yinping broke.

She stared at the young man named Xu who had transformed into a peacock, the gorgeous feathers of which were losing color.

Revealing the rotten bone wings underneath - the so-called Lingxi Peacock was actually a puppet nurtured by the blood of an ancient demon!
A dull heartbeat came from deep within the veins of Kunwu Mountain.

With every beat, a cultivator exploded and died, and their essence and blood flowed through the cracks into the core of the seal.

The crystal tablet in Chen Yun's hand suddenly broke free from its restraints and turned into a stream of light that shot towards the blood dragon's vertical eye.

At the last moment, he saw his own reflection emerging on the surface of the monument—with a blood-red magic pattern branded on his forehead!
When the last wisp of purple mist dissipated at the top of Kunwu Mountain, the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect had long disappeared.

The remaining array patterns on the Jade Square were like dried bloodstains, and the five white shadows of the old demon Qian suddenly gathered in front of the stone tablet.

The white bone claws stroked the three large gilded characters "Kunwu Temple", and suddenly a sticky black liquid oozed out from between the characters.

"Yin marrow?"

A hoarse low laugh was heard from the white shadow, and the five incarnations made hand gestures at the same time. The black liquid evaporated into a seven-foot ghost-faced banner in the Lihuo Jue.

Before the ghosts on the banner took shape, a deafening roar suddenly came from the northeast.

The red dragon patterns on the arms of the man surnamed Yuan glowed brightly, and actually tore a gap of a foot in the forbidden light curtain.

The old man surnamed Fu leaned hunched over the stone tablet of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the corpse Gu in his sleeve suddenly became restless.

When his withered fingertips touched the cracks on the stele, a faint indigo light coiled around it like a poisonous snake, leaving an octagonal star pattern on his palm.

The old man's cloudy eyeballs suddenly shrank. This was clearly the "Soul-Locking Seal" recorded in the "Nine Netherworlds Corpse Control Art"!
"Friend Fu is anxious."

Bai Yaoyi lightly tapped the Ice Soul Pearl with her toes, and the cold mist condensed into frost flowers on the surface of the inscription.

Before she finished her words, a lion's roar suddenly came from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the afterimage of the Silver-Winged Yaksha could be vaguely seen among the pine waves.

Chen Yun stood in front of the mottled light curtain of the Foundry Hall, with the Three Flame Fan in his palm emitting blue, red and white spiritual flames.

When the phantom of the fire phoenix hit the restriction, the phantoms of seventy-two bronze chains flashed behind the light curtain.

The dark gold runes remaining on the lock actually echoed the chaotic Taoist patterns on the inner wall of the Xutian Ding.

The dust was sliding down the black iron desk that had been covered in dust for a thousand years.

Chen Yun's spiritual sense swept across the red sandalwood grain. The originally ordinary wood rings suddenly twisted and reorganized, revealing the fragments of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature".

"For a refiner, the stars are the furnace and the earth's veins are the charcoal."

The handwriting suddenly stopped when it touched the word "Xutian", turning into a hideous sword mark.

"Click."

The bronze candlestick turned half a circle without any warning, and two rays of blood shot out from the pupils of the Jiaozi beast.

Chen Yun retreated three feet, and the Green Bamboo Fengyun Sword was unsheathed, but the moment it touched the blood, the sword made a sad sound.

It turned out to be the "Gold-Eroding Evil" mixed with the blood of the evil dragon!
The desk exploded with a loud bang, and the shadow of an ancient monk emerged in the dust and fog.

The white-haired old man held a huge hammer wrapped with chains, and every blow caused the earth veins to tremble.

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank.

What the old man was forging was not a magic weapon, but the body of a demon with three heads and six arms!

The remaining thoughts exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Using magic to refine a weapon, it will eventually be devoured by the weapon"

Deep in the earth's veins, the green smoke wrapped around the Silver-Winged Yaksha's fingertips gradually condensed into the appearance of Chen Yun.

"Buddha and devil dual cultivation."

He licked his fangs, and as the bone wings behind him spread out, phosphorus powder fell, projecting the true forms of the three demons onto the rock wall.

The lion-beast's abdomen was torn open with blood, and countless tentacles like infant arms were devouring the golden cores of the Poison Saint Sect's disciples one by one.

"The Yin Luo Banner is still missing its main soul."

The silver-winged Yaksha flicked his fingers and sent up green smoke, which transformed into seventy-two demon statues among the stalagmites:
"Wait until the kid surnamed Chen fights with the old demon Qian and both are injured."

Before he finished speaking, red clouds rose into the sky from the direction of Kunwu Palace.

The screams of the Poison Saint Sect's Grand Elder tore through the sky, and his Nascent Soul was actually nailed to the temple door by the Red Dragon's Dao Pattern.

The big man surnamed Yuan laughed wildly as he tore open the old man's chest, but what he took out was not a heart, but a bronze key engraved with magic patterns!

"puff!"

The old man surnamed Fu staggered back, and his life-threatening corpse Gu exploded one after another in front of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

The black blood clung to the surface of the stele like a living thing, drawing the face of a nine-eyed demon.

Before Bai Yaoyi could use her Ice Soul Pearl, a giant bony hand suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the stele, grabbed the old man's ankle and plunged him straight into the earth.

".Ugh!"

The screams stopped abruptly. The horrifying scene was reflected in Bai Yaoyi's pupils.

The old man's flesh and blood were peeled off as he fell, and the same indigo lines as the inscriptions appeared on his white bones.

The moment the skull touched the magma of the earth veins, the entire Demon-Suppressing Tower shook violently, and the copper bells on the eaves of the eighty-first floor exploded at the same time!
The Nascent Soul in Chen Yun's Dantian suddenly opened its eyes, and the Xutian Ding set off huge waves in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the peeling colored paintings on the dome of the Casting Spirit Hall, the positions of the twenty-eight constellations coincide with the Taoist patterns on the body of the tripod one by one.

The moment the three stars of the Orion constellation lit up, he suddenly came up with the "Star Movement and Constellation Rotation Secret".

"boom"

The beast heads on the bronze tripod roared in unison, and chaotic air spewed out of the tripod's mouth.

The crystal stele in Chen Yun's sleeve flew out on its own. The inscriptions on the stele and the Taoist patterns on the body of the tripod intertwined into a golden net, swallowing up all the attacking gold-eating evil spirits.

In the center of the surging spiritual energy, he clearly saw a drop of ink-black blood sealed inside the crystal monument.

What was swimming in the blood was actually a miniature version of the Demon-Suppressing Tower!
Inside the Kunwu Palace, the five incarnations of the old demon Qian were fighting with three blood puppets.

When he summoned his life-saving magic weapon, the "Soul-Death Bell", the dragon relief on the temple pillar suddenly opened its eyes.

What spewed out of the dragon's mouth was not fire, but sticky blood and flesh mud!
"It's really a trap!"

The five demons become one, and the true form of Demon Qian emerges.

He bit his tongue and sprayed it on the Soul-Destroying Bell. The sound of the bell turned into a hundred-foot-tall evil ghost that pounced towards the throne in the center of the palace.

The moment the throne shattered, a bottomless pool of blood was revealed below, and floating in the pool were the corpses of the other three elders of the Poison Saint Sect!

The man surnamed Yuan laughed wildly from the bottom of the blood pool: "Thank you, Daoist Fellow Qian, for helping me break the last restriction!"

The red dragon pattern turned into a two-headed demon dragon in the blood, holding the bronze key and inserting it into the lock at the bottom of the pool. The entire Kunwu Palace began to tilt, and the true appearance of the blood pool was revealed among the flying rubble.

This is not a pond at all, it is clearly an altar that seals the ancient demon's head!

When Chen Yun broke through the dome of the Founding Spirit Hall with his feet on the Three-Flame Fan, he saw a monstrous demonic energy rising from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

The crystal stele trembled violently in his arms, and the drop of black blood in the stele turned into a small sword pointing directly to the southwest.

This is where the Silver-Winged Yaksha is hiding!

The rock formations under the feet collapsed layer by layer, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword formed a Zhoutian Sword Formation to clear a path.

When the sword energy split the last stone wall, the scene before him made Chen Yun's hair stand on end.

The three demons sat in front of the altar of flesh and blood, and the tentacles of the lions and beasts were entangled with the unconscious old man named Fu.

Bai Yaoyi's Ice Soul Pearl was pressed under the Silver-Winged Yaksha's bone wings, and suspended in the center of the altar was the black crystal pillar that originated from the crystal monument in his arms!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The green smoke wrapped around the fingertips of the Silver Winged Yaksha suddenly turned into a rope to bind immortals: "The Buddha Demon Yuanying plus the Xutian Ding are just right."

Before he finished speaking, a Nascent Soul-level puppet flew out from Chen Yun's sleeve.

This puppet, which was made of golden thunder bamboo as its main material, was bursting with divine thunder that could ward off evil, tearing a hole in the evil fog.

At the same time, the Three Flame Fan was activated with full power, and the blue, red and white fire phoenixes, wrapped in the chaotic energy, rushed towards the altar!

Amid the earth-shaking explosion, spider-web cracks appeared on the surface of the black crystal column.

The Silver-Winged Yaksha's roar of shock and anger was intertwined with the lion-like beast's cries of pain, and Chen Yun had already used the recoil force to escape a hundred feet away.

The crystal tablet in his arms suddenly became hot, and the inscription on the tablet penetrated into his meridians like a living thing, condensing into the shadow of a miniature Demon-Suppressing Tower in his dantian.

A rumble like muffled thunder came from deep within the earth's veins, and blood-colored array patterns lit up on the seventy-two peaks of Kunwu Mountain at the same time.

Whether it was the ancient demon's head in the blood pool of Kunwu Palace or the headless demon body under the Demon Suppression Tower, they were all shaking violently at this moment.

When Bai Yaoyi opened her eyes with difficulty, she saw a scene that she would never forget.

The entire Kunwu Mountain Range is rising slowly, and behind the fallen rocks on the mountain, a huge palm covered with green scales is revealed!
The red glow spewed out by the red dragon's fire column was like an inverted blood waterfall, burning the giant cauldron to the point that it was almost transparent.

Golden arcs jumped from Chen Yun's fingertips, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword turned into a swimming dragon and shattered the formation in the corner.

When the last ray of fire dissipated, a dazzling blood light suddenly burst out from the cauldron.

The shadows of seventy-two bronze chains stretched out from deep within the earth, and embedded in the chain buckles were miniature versions of the Demon-Suppressing Tower!

"Crack."

The lid of the tripod opened automatically in front of Chen Yun's astonished gaze, and the lotus formed by the red flame slowly unfolded.

On the surface of the bronze key suspended at the heart of the lotus, ancient demonic patterns wriggle like a centipede.

The Taotie beast head carved on the end of the key suddenly opened its eyes, and its scarlet vertical pupils reflected the outline of the crystal stele in Chen Yun's arms.

"So that's it." Chen Yun's spiritual sense swept across the depression at the bottom of the key, and the shape was exactly the same as the crystal stele.

When he tried to use his spiritual power to pick up the key, the red flames in the cauldron suddenly transformed into thousands of fire snakes, each with a human face.

It is the remaining soul of the ancient cultivator who refined this cauldron back then!
When the remnant soul rushed over with a scream, the Three Flame Fan flew out from Chen Yun's sleeve.

As the blue, red and white fire phoenix and the red snake fought, the floor tiles of the entire hall exploded.

Magma broke out of the ground like a giant python and condensed into a blood-red star map on the dome.

It is exactly the "Demon Refining" chapter that is missing from the fragment of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature"!

The crystal stele suddenly broke free from the storage bag, and the inscription on the stele resonated with the star map.

Chen Yun's consciousness was forcibly pulled into the illusion.

Twelve ancient demons are stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, using bones as hammers and tendons as strings, forging seventy-two bronze keys.

When the last hammer fell, the four-armed ancient demon in the lead suddenly turned his head, and the vertical pupils on his forehead 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 shadow of Kunwu Mountain appears on the surface of the stele.

Seventy-two spots of light flickered on the mountain, and each spot of light corresponded to a seal node.

The most dazzling red light came from the spirit casting hall under their feet!
The roar coming from deep within the earth caused the magma to flow backwards.

The fragments of the Silver-Winged Yaksha's bone wings were swept into the hall along with a foul evil wind, and one of the pieces was nailed to the crystal stele.

The inscription on the stele instantly turned ink-black. The Xutian Ding in Chen Yun's dantian suddenly went out of control. The chaotic air spewing out of the cauldron's mouth actually froze the red flame lotus into an ice sculpture.

"Chen Daoyou is very kind!"

A hoarse laugh came from the palace door.

The old man named Fu, who was supposed to be buried in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, appeared with corpse qi, and the same magic pattern as the key was jumping in his eye sockets.

He waved his withered palm lightly, and his life-giving corpse Gu gushed out from his seven orifices, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed monster as soon as it landed on the ground.

Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank.

What was wrapped around the old man's neck was clearly an indigo chain transformed from the inscriptions on the Demon-Suppressing Tower!

"Ding."

The Green Bamboo Fengyun Sword collided with the corpse Gu's sharp claws, and the sparks that flew up actually corroded the ground.

The old man surnamed Fu grinned and made some hand gestures, and the entire pool of magma rolled back into nine fire dragons.

Chen Yun soared into the sky with the Three Flame Fan, and the sword formation turned into a golden lotus to protect his body, but when it touched the Flame Dragon, a teeth-grinding cracking sound was made.

"I accept your Buddha Demon Yuanying!"

A bloody hole appeared in the old man's chest, and a tongue wrapped with magic patterns rolled towards Chen Yun's crown like lightning.

At the critical moment, the crystal monument suddenly burst out with a chaotic halo, freezing the devil's tongue in mid-air.

Chen Yun took the opportunity to bite his tongue, and his blood drew the "卍" Buddhist seal in the air.

When the golden and red Sanskrit characters collided with the magic pattern, the entire spirit casting hall suddenly fell into absolute silence.

The magma, the fire dragon, and even the flying dust were all frozen into a strange picture.

"You can actually trigger the restriction of the wheel of time?"

The old man surnamed Fu showed surprise for the first time.

The shadow of a crystal stele appeared on Chen Yun's forehead, and the inscription on the stele was eroding his meridians at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the severe pain, he clearly heard the ancient demon's whisper: "The seventy-two keys open the gate of heaven, and the virtual sky suppresses the demon. They are originally from the same source."

The Xutian Ding in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly turned over, and countless golden chains flew out of the cauldron, engaging in a fierce battle with the magic pattern on the crystal monument.

Bang!

The moment the bronze key fell off the crystal monument and into the magma, a loud sound of a landslide was heard from the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

The seventy-two peaks of Kunwu Mountain lit up with blood-red array patterns at the same time, and the shadow of a bronze key appeared in the center of each array pattern!

The man surnamed Yuan's wild laughter penetrated the rock formations: "Got it!"

At the bottom of the blood pool in Kunwu Temple, the second bronze key was inserted into the keyhole of the altar.

The sealed ancient demon's head opened its vertical pupils, and what was beating in its eye sockets was the spirit of the Silver-winged Yaksha!
Deep in the earth, the lion beast tore open the last seal.

On the blood and flesh altar formed by the three demons, the third key slowly rose. The silver-winged Yaksha's bone wings were shattered, but he laughed wildly: "The day of the Demon King's arrival."

Chen Yun suddenly came to his senses.

Each key must be activated with the blood of a specific monk! (End of this chapter)