Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

"I don't dare to believe this news completely, but it was Old Monster Feng who told me through a flying sword. You should know that Old Monster Feng and Old Ghost Xiang have always maintained a close relationship, so they both have each other's Yuan Shen beads. When Kunwu Mountain appeared this time, Old Ghost Xiang happened to be nearby, so he went to check the situation."

"However, not long after he entered, his soul bead dimmed. If he was not seriously injured, then he was trapped in some kind of restriction. No matter which situation it was, it would be a huge dilemma for Xiang Laogui."

The grey-robed old man said coldly:
"Old Monster Feng is also facing a serious crisis at the moment and cannot come to rescue immediately, so he sent a letter asking us to go investigate. He also promised that after the matter is accomplished, he will give us two Blood Qi Pills as compensation."

"Blood Qi Pill? Old Monster Feng is really generous this time! With this pill, our life span can be extended by several dozen more years. But how did Old Monster Feng know that Old Ghost Xiang had entered Kunwu Mountain?"

The man in the ice wall asked cautiously.

"This old ghost has always been cunning and resourceful. He would definitely reserve a way out for himself before taking any risk. Before he stepped into the seal, he had already used the flying sword to send a message to Old Monster Feng. Now it seems that his move was indeed quite far-sighted. At least now someone has gone to rescue him."

The old man persuaded, "Brother Bai, are you interested in going with us to investigate? If we were to refine the Blood Qi Pill ourselves, it would probably take a lot of time and energy."

The man in the ice wall fell into deep thought and did not respond immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly replied:

"Forget it, just go ahead. Bai has no intention of getting involved in this matter."

"Could it be that even the Blood Qi Pill can't attract you?"

The answer from the man in the wall obviously surprised the old man in gray robe.

"I do want to get the Blood Qi Pill, but I am more worried that this trip might backfire." The man responded coldly.

"What do you mean? Even if the monster really breaks free from its restraints, we will not be afraid of it if we join forces." The old man sneered.

“It’s not about fear or not! Even if it was very powerful in the past, after thousands of years of suppression, coupled with the dramatic changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, its magical powers may not be much better than ours now. It is far less than the ancient war period. If it is strong enough and willing to take risks, it is not impossible for it to display the magical powers of the Void Refining Stage in the human world.”

"Then why don't you want to go with us?" The old man frowned, becoming more and more confused.

"If I hadn't taken a Fire Essence Date three years ago, I might have gone on this trip with you. But now I am using this spiritual object to forcefully break through the bottleneck of my practice. Even though the hope is slim, I don't want to lose the big picture for the small." The man responded.

"Fire Essence Date? You actually obtained this spiritual object. Could it be that you... actually ate it raw?" The gray-robed old man's face suddenly changed.

"Indeed, only by adopting this method can we maximize the fire-attributed spiritual power contained in the red dates." The man responded in a flat tone.

"You actually decided to do this! Have you forgotten that the unrefined Fire Essence Dates contain violent fire spiritual power that is enough to induce the burning of the mana in your body? Didn't we have an in-depth discussion about the risks involved at the party that year?" The old man said seriously, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

"You don't need to remind me. I know the dangers. However, if I don't try, will I have to spend the rest of my life in this cold stone wall?"

The Bai man said in a mocking tone: "Or like Xiang Laogui and Feng Laoguai, although they have powerful magical powers, they are worried about the loss of their essence in the process of casting spells. They can only pretend to be clowns and mingle among low-level monks. They are always worried that they will overuse their magic power and put their lives in danger!"

"Brother Bai's views may be too extreme."

The grey-robed old man waved his hand and said calmly, "The reason why the two of them chose to do this is to find the reverse spirit channel used by the spiritual world cultivators when they descended to the world. They tried to use this channel to directly ascend to the spiritual world without having to reach the late stage of transformation."

"After all, according to common sense, if the monks in the upper realm can suppress their magic power and forcibly descend upon our human world, then we monks in the human world should also be able to use this channel to temporarily increase our magic power using secret techniques and then enter the spirit world."

"Ever since the drastic changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, the Reverse Spirit Channel has attracted countless fellow Daoists in the Spiritualization Stage to explore it. Not only the entire Great Jin, but even half of the human world has been turned upside down. If it could be found, I'm afraid they would have discovered something long ago."

The man in the ice wall expressed his doubts.

"That may be the case. But in any case, this is still a glimmer of hope for us to ascend to the spiritual world. It is much better than just sitting there and waiting for death."

The old man in gray seemed to agree with the man's point of view, with a helpless look on his face.

"Compared to the Reverse Spiritual Path, it is more realistic and feasible to steadily advance to the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm and then ascend to the upper realm on your own."

Talking about this, the man's emotions became excited again:
"If it weren't for the disturbance caused by the ancient demon world, which caused the vitality of our human world to become so thin, with our qualifications, how could we all remain in the initial stage and be unable to make any progress?"

"No matter how much Brother Bai sighs, the fact is that the number of ancient cultivators ascending to the spirit world has dropped dramatically. In recent years, the situation has become even more serious. No cultivator has successfully ascended in a thousand years. Therefore, even though Old Monster Feng and others know that the hope is slim, they still have to place their hopes on the Reverse Spirit Channel."

The old man in gray robe also felt helpless.

"They have their strategies, and I have my own way of practicing. Well, let's stop talking about this. Now you understand what I mean. Either reject Old Monster Feng directly, or try it yourself."

"I need to practice in seclusion, so I won't send you off. Also, I will have my disciples seal off this valley from now on. Unless the Fire Essence Dates are completely refined, no one will be received. Please tell those old guys about this."

The man in the ice wall didn't seem to want to say more. After saying these few words, he ordered everyone to leave.

Suddenly, there was silence in the ice wall.

The gray-clothed old man had a gloomy expression. After hesitating for a long time in front of the ice wall, he stomped his feet resolutely:
"For these two extremely precious blood-energy pills, I have no choice but to take a risk. The hundred years of extended life span will be enough to compensate for the lost essence in this operation."

After the old man finished talking to himself, his whole body flashed with green light and he turned into a streak of lightning and disappeared into the valley in an instant.

In front of the palace on the eighth floor of the Kunwu Mountain Demon-Suppressing Tower, Yan Yun expressionlessly clasped his hands together, and more than a dozen flying swords in the air emitted a buzzing resonance.

Then it quickly condensed into a huge sword blade several meters long. A golden light flashed and it suddenly chopped down.

After a deafening "boom", wherever the giant sword passed, a stone man as white as jade was instantly turned into powder.

Yan Yun's gaze lingered on the remains of the stone men for a moment, but the fragments did not condense back into their original shape.

Yan Yun nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed, and the giant sword flew back as fast as an arrow.

This was the fourth stone puppet he had successfully destroyed.

These stone puppets in the formation seemed to be immortal under the coordination of the formation. However, when they were destroyed many times, they would eventually become irreparable.

However, this is only applicable when there are many late Nascent Soul cultivators attacking continuously. If there are only two cultivators here, even if they exhaust all their magic power, it will be difficult to destroy all the stone puppets.

What kind of material are the golden blades in the hands of these stone puppets made of? Not only are they extremely sharp, but each one also contains the power to destroy demons.

Yan Yun had witnessed with his own eyes that the sword energy released from these golden blades made several monks who practiced magic arts dare not let them get close at all.

Otherwise, the magical energy that protects their bodies will be directly penetrated and they will not be able to withstand it for a moment.

As for the cultivators who try to enter the formation directly, the stone puppets on the altar will give up attacking the outside world and instead gather countless sword energies to attack a cultivator in the formation according to an extremely mysterious trajectory.

In this way, it is difficult for anyone to resist such a continuous and powerful attack. It is worth noting that this magic circle is a restriction that integrates multiple functions.

Once you get involved, you can't get out easily. The monks here are not ordinary people, and they are naturally well aware of the mysteries behind it.

Therefore, everyone tacitly agreed that no one would take rash action first, but instead focused on attacking the stone puppets around them.

After all the puppets are destroyed, it will undoubtedly become easier and more effective to crack this formation.

After successfully defeating the puppet in front of him, Yan Yun did not immediately launch a new attack. Instead, he frowned and looked around, and found that there were only a few puppets on the altar that could still move. It was obvious that the formation was about to be broken.

Just as he was thinking to himself, the Silver Moon in his mind let out a cry without warning, followed by a series of low moans, as if she was in great pain.

This sudden change made Yan Yun alert, and he quickly asked with his spiritual sense:

"What happened, Silver Moon? Are you feeling unwell?"

There was a hint of concern in Yan Yun's tone.

"It's okay... Something in the palace seems to have come to life, giving me a very special feeling, as if it is both familiar and important. No... My head hurts so badly..."

Yin Yue managed to answer a few words, but then could no longer bear the pain and began to groan again.

Suddenly, a shocking amount of spiritual pressure rushed up from inside the palace, followed by a loud explosion.

A beam of yellow light broke through the roof, and then turned into a huge yellow palm, rushing towards the Eight Spirit Ruler frantically.

This scene made all the monks who were fighting to break the formation outside the palace extremely surprised, and some of them shouted out in shock.

At this moment, a charming and enchanting laugh came from the palace, and then the space around the Eight Spirit Ruler suddenly fluctuated violently, and a figure with messy hair inexplicably emerged.

As soon as this person showed up, he immediately opened his mouth and a ray of light as thick as an arm gushed out of his mouth. It flashed by like lightning, and the big yellow hand was easily penetrated by the ray of light.

Immediately afterwards, a painful scream was heard, and the power in the big hand quickly disappeared. Then a figure surrounded by yellow light appeared and retreated in panic.

The man with messy hair let out a scornful laugh, and flashed by like a ghost, crossing a distance of ten feet at an extremely fast speed and instantly caught up with the fleeing man.

The monk in the yellow light was greatly shocked and spat out a stream of blood.

The speed of this attack, which was transformed from essence and blood, was extremely fast, but the man with messy hair just shook slightly, and the blood arrow passed through his body as if hitting a phantom.

The man with messy hair only raised one arm.

A painful scream immediately came out from the mouth of the monk in the yellow light, and then he used some unknown secret technique and suddenly turned into a yellow light that splashed everywhere, and then condensed into a human figure at the other end in the distance.

But at this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his body was covered in blood, there were several deep claw marks on his chest, one of his arms was missing, and he looked as miserable as a stray dog.

"Uncle Seven!"

A cultivator from the Ye family dressed as a Taoist nun outside the magic circle exclaimed in disbelief when she saw the man's face.

This seriously injured man with a broken arm turned out to be the big-headed monster with the highest seniority in the Ye family.

At this moment, several Ye family cultivators were extremely shocked.

The white-robed scholar's expression also changed drastically.

Yan Yun stared at the man with messy hair, but after observing him carefully for a moment, he felt shocked.

This man was wearing a blue robe, and his clothing and attire were clearly those of a Poison Saint Sect monk. Although his hair obscured his face and his true features could not be seen, judging from his figure, he seemed to be Hua Tianqi, the great elder of the Poison Saint Sect.

However, he definitely did not hear wrong just now. The voice coming out of this person's mouth was indeed that of a young woman.

Obviously, this person has been possessed by someone else.

The other monks also noticed the difference and looked at the mysterious man with messy hair with doubtful eyes.

This person was actually able to force a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage into such a situation. Could he really be a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation stage?
This thought flashed through everyone's mind, and everyone felt a tightness in their heart!
When the mysterious man saw that the big-headed monster had escaped by luck, he sneered and did not continue chasing him. Instead, he turned around and glanced at the people outside the magic circle.

This person's eyes were as cold as ice, like a sharp blade. Everyone who was caught by his gaze felt a heavy pressure, and their expressions changed slightly.

The old Taoist nun from the Ye family and the beautiful woman from the Huaxian Sect had the weakest cultivation base. They even swayed and had to take two steps back before they could regain their footing.

"Hey! You are..."

The mysterious person let out a woman's exclamation, and her eyes suddenly turned back to Yan Yun, not moving any further. (End of this chapter)