At the moment when the golden light engulfed its body, the puppet in Chen Yun's sleeve suddenly opened its third eye.

This incarnation made of Buddha's bones, under the impact of the laws of space, caught a glimpse of the shocking truth.

There were wisps of black energy entwined deep within her exquisite hair, and they turned out to be of the same origin as those of Saint Yuansha!
The moment Xiang Zhili stepped out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, all the birds within a hundred miles fell to the ground.

He took out a bronze tiger talisman from his sleeve, on which were engraved the words "Heavenly Punishment".

This tiger talisman has been worshipped by the royal family of the Great Jin Dynasty for a thousand years. The last time it appeared in the world can be traced back to three thousand years ago when the Blood God Cult was wiped out.

"There are 76 branches in the Ye family, and 423 cultivators above the foundation building stage."

The corpse bear presented the jade book in a flattering manner, but his fingertips were secretly pinching the magic formula.

At the same time, the jade pendant on his waist flashed slightly, and a ray of divine consciousness quietly transmitted to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the real backer is sleeping—the ninth-level demon cultivator "Qingluan Zhenling".

Lin Yinping suddenly groaned, and dark blue lines appeared on his neck.

Xiang Zhili glanced at him coldly and said:

"Saint Tianlan was actually hit by the Heart-Eating Curse? That's a good trick."

He flicked his fingers and a wisp of his spiritual essence forcibly suppressed the restriction, but it caused Lin Yinping to spit out black blood.

It was obvious that this old monster was taking the opportunity to plant a tracking mark in her body.

At this moment, the Demon Sect's message sword broke through the air, and the photo-recording beads inlaid on the hilt reflected a horrifying scene.

The Ye family’s ancestral home, “Tiandu Peak”, has turned into a sea of ​​blood.

More than 300 members of the Ye family were nailed to the soul-suppressing pillars, with demon-subduing pestles with the word "sin" engraved on them inserted between their eyebrows.

In the center of the Ye family, the great elder’s eyes were empty and lifeless.

And on the top of his head was a coiled dragon banner, which was Xiang Zhili's natal magic weapon.

The spatial shock of Jintu Mountain lasted for nine breaths.

By the time Chen Yun stepped out of the golden light, all the grass and trees within a ten-mile radius had turned yellow and withered. This was because the power of the anti-star had drained all life from them.

At this moment, the puppet in his sleeve suddenly spoke:

"Master, there seems to be something strange here."

Its silver finger pointed to the east. In the seemingly ordinary clouds, there were actually seventy-two spatial folds hidden.

"Senior, three thousand miles to the southeast is the Sky Spider Swamp."

A monk in a white robe responded tremblingly, but the communication talisman hidden in his sleeve was crushed into powder by an invisible aura.

Chen Yun's eyes slowly swept among the crowd, and then he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed.

A blood-colored jade slip flew out from the arms of a cultivator, and the Kunwu Mountain Sealing Array Diagram appeared on the jade slip.

At this point, it became clear that these low-level cultivators were actually secret scouts of the Yinluo Sect.

The north wind was howling, bringing heavy snow that was swirling around the northern foothills of Kunwu Mountain.

Chen Yun withdrew his hand that was pressing on the crown of the last cultivator's head, and the green spiritual light gradually dissipated from between his fingers.

The man collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and the accumulated snow fell all over his blue shirt.

About ten meters away, a crisp sound was heard from the branches of the ancient pine tree, and icicles fell and shattered.

Chen Yun raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see those monks shrouded in green light lying in the cracks of the snow-covered rocks.

The ice crystals condensed on the robe trembled slightly with his breathing.

"Karma has its own way. I'll spare your lives today, but don't run into Chen again in the future."

Seven bronze flags flew out from Chen Yun's sleeves, forming a Seven-Star Soul-Locking Formation around the unconscious people.

When the last formation flag was inserted into the frozen soil, the snow within a radius of ten feet suddenly glowed with a faint blue light.

Chen Yun used his two fingers and sword to draw a talisman in the air, and a blood-red curse seal sank into the center of the formation.

This is the "Wangchuan Curse" he learned from the fragments of the "Xuanyin Sutra". Combined with the positions of the seven stars, it can completely erase the memory of the past three days.

The mountain wind whistled as it blew through the pine forest, and icy lines gradually appeared between the monks' brows.

The white jade slip in the storage bag suddenly became hot.

Chen Yun rode the light of escape and flew towards the clouds. His spiritual sense swept across the flashing golden runes in the jade slip, and his expression became more solemn.

"It actually requires twelve top-level spirit stones..."

He looked at the vast mountains under the clouds, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the spirit beast bag at his waist.

The Soul-Crying Beast inside made uneasy gurgling sounds. Ever since it devoured the ghost of Kunwu Mountain, this little guy actually grew a third eye on its forehead.

Three days later, at the border of Frost County.

Thousands of feet in the sky, the escaping light suddenly fell down.

Chen Yun tapped the cedar branches with his toes, and his green Taoist robe fluttered in the strong wind.

In the valley below, six purple streams of light were chasing a snow-white object.

"Snow Fox?"

His pupils shrank slightly.

The white shadow moved in the snow as fast as lightning, and its hind legs were obviously burned.

Every time the pursuers swung their purple flaming flying swords, it would burn a hole more than ten feet deep in the frozen ground.

Just as the seventh sword light was about to hit the white fox, an ancient bronze mirror suddenly flew out of Chen Yun's sleeve.

Ripples appeared on the mirror surface, and the purple flame sword energy was like a drop in the ocean, without even a spark.

"Which fellow Taoist..."

The purple-robed monk in the lead froze suddenly before he could finish his words.

The snow under their feet turned into ice-blue chains at some point, and the chilling cold air rushed along their ankles straight into their purple palace.

Chen Yun floated down from the treetops without leaving any footprints on the snow.

The white fox took the opportunity to scurry to his feet, its glass-like eyes reflecting the monks' horrified faces.

"Northern Ice Soul Art?"

He bent down to check the fox's wound, and the cyan spiritual power gathered at his fingertips instantly turned into dark blue. "When did the people of Xiaoji Palace learn to use Lihuo to hunt?"

The purple-robed leader's expression suddenly changed, and the jade token in his arms instantly emitted a silver light.

However, Chen Yun was one step faster. He made a sword gesture in the air, and the flying snow in the sky instantly condensed into ice swords hanging between everyone's throats.

The white fox suddenly bit Chen Yun's clothes and dragged its injured leg to run deep into the valley.

In front of the hundred-foot-high ice wall, it let out a rapid whimpering sound towards a crack in the ice.

After Chen Yun scanned with his spiritual sense, he found that there was a pair of black ice flowers sealed in the ten thousand year old black ice, and the stamens were bearing fruits like ice crystals.

The main peak of the Xuelian Mountains suddenly shook, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ice crystal barrier of the mountain protection formation.

At the same time, the lid of the thousand-year-old black ice coffin in the stone chamber where the ancestor of the Li family had been in seclusion suddenly exploded.

"Who is coming?"

Li Zhong, dressed in a grey robe, led the elders of the clan out of the cave, only to see a green figure hanging outside the mountain protection formation.

This person just stood with his hands behind his back, and the spiritual pressure emanating from his body caused cracks to appear in the Ice Soul Stone at the core of the formation.

Chen Yun looked at the ice-blue runes faintly visible on the mountainside, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When he used his spiritual sense to investigate just now, he unexpectedly discovered that there was an ancient ice soul restriction hidden underground in the Li family ancestral hall.

This kind of advanced formation that can freeze a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is definitely not something that an ordinary small family can possess.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

When the last layer of light curtain of the mountain protection formation was broken, Li Zhong finally knelt down on the snow.

Before he could finish his words, the entire mountain suddenly burst into a blue light that shot up into the sky, and countless icicles shot out from the earth veins.

The shadow of the Xutian Ding appeared above Chen Yun's head, and the chaotic energy that gushed out of the Ding swallowed up all the ice pillars.

He put his fingers together like a sword and pointed at his forehead. The third vertical pupil suddenly opened, revealing the bright and clear spiritual eye that had been cultivated to perfection. "I see."

Through the hundred-foot ice layer, Chen Yun saw an ice dragon soul locked deep in the earth veins.

Every time the giant beast struggled, more ancient runes appeared on the mountain.

This is not a spiritual vein at all, it is clearly a prison used by ancient monks to suppress ferocious beasts.

Let us turn our eyes to a place three thousand miles southwest.

The blood pool at the Yinluo Sect's headquarters suddenly boiled, and an ice coffin floated out from the bottom of the pool.

The moment the coffin lid was opened, the entire hall was covered with thick white frost.

"The seal of Xuelian Mountain has loosened."

The woman in the coffin slowly opened her eyes, with ice crystals condensed on her eyelashes. She said coldly:
"Send someone to investigate. I want to find out who triggered the Ice Chi Soul Seal."

By the pool, an old man in black robe knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

The communication talisman in his sleeve suddenly ignited without wind, and the ashes fell into the pool of blood.

Chen Yun, who was far away in Shuang County, felt inexplicably touched. He slowly turned his head and looked towards the southwest sky.

At this moment, in the spirit beast bag on his waist, the Soul-Crying Beast let out a low roar full of fighting spirit for the first time.

The north wind howled past, mixed with ice crystals and raged between the mountain ridges.

The black ice on the top of Xuelian Peak glows with a mysterious blue luster under the cold moonlight.

Li Zhong tightly grasped the jade pendant at his waist, veins popped out on the back of his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, and he forced himself to swallow back the shock and anger in his heart.

"Senior, allow me to report!"

Li Zhong took a half step forward under the powerful spiritual pressure, and the soles of his boots sank deeply into the snow.

When Senior Long bestowed the Hanyu Order, he said:

Before he could finish his words, the green-robed monk opposite him suddenly raised his eyes.

Two golden rays of light burst out from Chen Yun's pupils.

Li Zhong only felt that the Purple Palace Yuanying in his body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and the protective spiritual light instantly shattered with a "crack".

The two foundation-building elders in the back could hardly bear it.

The magic weapon under his feet made a sharp and mournful sound, and was actually suppressed and fell three feet down.

“Noisy.”

Chen Yun slightly bent his fingers and flicked them. The strong wind in his sleeves instantly turned into the shadow of a blue phoenix, which lightly swept across the top of the mountain.

The jade token on Li Zhong's waist exploded, and the flying jade fragments quickly solidified into ice cones in mid-air, and nailed into the frozen soil in front of his feet.

The snowy owl's shrill cry broke the silence of the night sky.

Li Zhong looked at the flashing word "Long" on the jade tablet fragment, and finally lowered his head dejectedly: "Li family... obey your command."

At three quarters past midnight, hundreds of icy soul lamps were lit on the Snowy Peaks.

The relocated monks moved down the mountain like a swarm of ants. The oldest member of the tribe held the ancestral tablet, with frost and snow covering his hunched back.

A twelve-year-old child was sobbing while clutching half a spirit stone, but his mother covered his mouth and dragged him into the snowstorm.

Chen Yun stood in the clouds with his hands behind his back, watching the last ray of blue light of the mountain protection formation go out.

Suddenly, there were unusual movements in the ancestral hall on the mountainside. Cracks appeared on the bronze tripod used to enshrine ancestors, and three wisps of black air penetrated into the earth veins.

That was the evil spirit that had been suppressed by the Li family for generations.

Chen Yun drew a line with his fingers together, and the shadow of Xu Tian Ding covered the sky, drawing in the chaotic energy and swallowing up all the evil spirit.

"It saves a lot of effort."

Chen Yun stroked the inscription on the body of the tripod in the void, and suddenly he felt a sense of inspiration.

There was a flash of silver light in the southwest sky, which turned out to be the escape light of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage!

When the twelve black ice formation flags were inserted into the mountain ridge, the entire Snow Peak shook like a dragon's roar.

Chen Yun bit his fingertips and wrote a blood curse on the array plate. The spiritual energy within a hundred miles suddenly rolled back and turned into white mist that engulfed the mountains.

The six-winged frost centipede stretched out its crystal-clear body in the mist, and icy-blue poisonous miasma spewed out from its mouthparts.

The leading centipede king suddenly raised its head and roared, and the third pair of compound eyes on its forehead turned blood red - this was a sign of sensing the approach of a powerful enemy.

"It came quickly enough."

Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords flew out from his sleeves instantly.

Before the sword formation was fully deployed, a powerful force had torn a hole in the surrounding sea of ​​fog.

An old man in a silver robe came through the air holding a gilded umbrella. The nine copper bells hanging on the umbrella ribs moved automatically without wind, making crisp sounds.

"Why do you have to..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly felt his feet were covered with ice silk.

The poisonous jaws of the six-winged frost centipede were only three inches away from his throat!
The gilded umbrella instantly burst out with red light, but Chen Yun's pupils opened wide between his brows, and his clear and bright eyes looked directly at the vital point of the magic weapon.

"break!"

The green light penetrated the core of the umbrella, and the damage to his life-saving magic weapon caused the old man to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The poisonous mist of the frost centipede took the opportunity to invade the meridians, and his right arm was instantly covered with ice crystals.

He acted decisively and crushed the teleportation talisman, but caught a glimpse of the spirit beast bag swaying on Chen Yun's waist in the fluctuations of space.

There emanated an aura that made his Nascent Soul tremble.

Deep in the Tianji Palace, Chen Yun's Nascent Soul was emitting green flames, and had turned into a colored glaze.

The Peiying Pill turned into thousands of starlights and merged into the Purple Palace, and each point of light reflected a fragmented memory.

The Jiuyou Sect's underground cave, the Yinluo Sect's altar, the Kunwu Mountain Demon Suppression Tower...

On the seventh day, thunder was heard from the belly of the mountain.

Seventy-two lightning patterns moved across the ice, shocking the monks hundreds of miles away and causing them to use their protective magic weapons.

In the vortex of spiritual energy condensed at the top of Xuelian Peak, three green lotus shadows can be vaguely seen - this is a sign of the completion of the Nascent Soul.

After the third month of seclusion, the six-winged frost centipedes suddenly became collectively restless.

Chen Yun used his spiritual sense to investigate and found three ice sculptures hidden at the edge of the sea of ​​fog. These were the spies sent by the silver-robed old man who had escaped earlier.

The compass needles in their hands spun wildly and finally pointed towards the mountain.

"Death to those who peek."

The telepathic voice echoed in the sky, and the ice sculpture instantly shattered into powder.

In a cave a thousand miles away, all the soul lamps in front of the silver-robed old man were extinguished.

He stared at the frost remaining on the wick and suddenly crushed the jade slip:

"Notify Old Monster Long that something has happened at Xuelian Mountain!"

On the day of coming out of seclusion, when the three phantoms in Chen Yun's eyes overlapped, the entire Xuelian Mountains began to collapse.

The soul of the ice dragon lurking in the earth's veins soared into the sky, and a heavy snowstorm suddenly fell from the clear sky.

"Sure enough."

Chen Yun stepped on the Xutian Ding and rose into the air, staring at the word "Xu" flashing on the forehead of Bingchi.

This is clearly the spiritual beast that guards the Xutian Palace!

When the Patriarch Ji Yin defected, he probably took away more than just the remaining map of Xu Tian.

The Yinluo Sect's main altar was in chaos. The scales of the Ice Chi enshrined in the center of the altar began to crack, and the black-robed beautiful woman sitting on it suddenly opened her eyes:

"The Xutian Ding has appeared!" She turned into black mist and escaped from the hall. The thirty-six refined corpses behind her woke up at the same time.

Above the Snowy Peak, Chen Yun was casting a blood-refining spell, casting the spell into the soul of the Ice Chi. (End of this chapter)