Mortal: I have the body of five thunders, and I marry Chen Qiaoqian!

Master Hanli bit his ten fingers and drew intricate blood symbols in the air.

After absorbing the essence and blood, the token suddenly expanded a hundred times and turned into a crystal jade tablet.

When the inscription lit up, the roar of an ancient ferocious beast was heard from deep in the cave, as if a giant creature was about to wake up.

The blue light in Chen Yun's eyes suddenly became brighter, and his clear and bright eyes penetrated through the numerous illusion arrays.

In the heart of the snow and wind, a golden light flickered like a candle.

It is the center of the Xuanbing Illusion Array.

"break!"

His two fingers were put together like sharp swords, and the seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords gathered into a giant sword that was a hundred feet long.

On the sword, the evil-repelling divine thunder transformed into a dragon-shaped shadow, and wherever it passed, the ice crystals turned into mist.

This giant sword carried the force to split the sky as it suddenly slashed towards the center of the formation. Before it even touched it, the sharp sword energy had already carved deep grooves in the ten thousand year old black ice.

"Intercept quickly!"

Master Hanli shouted sternly.

The green-robed monk summoned his life-saving magic weapon, the "Xuanyin Pearl", and countless resentful souls appeared in the yellow and green poisonous fog.

Bai Mengxin turned the ice mirror again, and seven rays of icy divine light pointed directly at Chen Yun's Dantian.

The wind and thunder wings behind Chen Yun shone with silver light, and his body was agile, like a fish swimming between the gaps in the attack.

With his left hand, he quickly pinched the seal of the formation, and thirty-six golden sword energies instantly formed a Zhoutian sword formation.

The lightning pattern on the palm of his right hand flickered, and the palm thunder was ready to be launched.

Just as the giant sword was about to fall, an ice unicorn totem suddenly appeared at the center of the formation.

The totem's eyes emitted a sharp cold light, and it actually blocked the sword's force for three breaths.

Upon seeing this, Master Hanli laughed wildly and urged the token in his hand: "The ten thousand years of cold air in the Xuanyu Cave, how could it be..."

Before he could finish his words, something unexpected happened!

A silver rune suddenly appeared between Chen Yun's eyebrows. It was the secret technique of breaking the ban taught by Lord Dayan.

The 360 ​​acupoints in the body emitted green light at the same time, outlining the image of the River Map and Luo Shu in the void.

The originally stable core of the formation suddenly twisted, and the Ice Qilin Totem let out a helpless wail.

"break!"

The cold sword energy dropped from the sky. When the sharp sword energy touched the dome of the Xuanyu Cave, the void suddenly turned into a strange image of colored glaze.

An ice crystal storm condensed from thousands of years of cold marrow swept across the thousand-foot cave, and frost condensed into an ice tornado a thousand feet high, with ancient seal characters faintly visible in it.

The Xuanbing Order in the hands of Hanli Zhenren that was passed down to Xutian Palace suddenly collapsed, and the cold air of the Netherworld flowed back into the meridians. In a moment, the right half of the body was covered with three feet of black ice.

The foundation of the Xuanyu Cave Heaven trembled, and the black ice stalactites accumulated over thousands of years poured down like the Milky Way, and the ground veins cracked into the Nine Netherworlds.

The ancient frost evil that was suppressed deep in the earth veins broke through the restrictions and turned into thirty-six ice soul hurricanes that ravaged the cave.

The natal spirit mirror in Bai Mengxin's hand emitted a clear cracking sound, and the face of Master Hanli covered with icy crystals appeared on the mirror surface.

The Qingming Pavilion disciples wielded the Canyang Spear in an attempt to break the impasse, but their flesh and blood splattered in the frost blade storm.

Chen Yun stepped on the five elements of lightning, and his body was like a dragon shuttling through the broken cracks in the void.

When passing by the place where the Immortal Hanli was, he put his fingers together to condense a golden thunder into the sky.

It penetrated the opponent's brow center accurately: "This calamity lightning still has the old grudge of Xutian Palace."

Before he finished speaking, the thunder and fire had already burned up the three-foot-tall icy soul.

When the last black ice barrier collapsed, the light of Xihe penetrated the nine layers of cold waves.

Chen Yun's sleeves were frost-stained as he fell to the ground. Behind him came the roar of the Xuanyu Cave Heaven being completely sealed off.

Three ice sculptures on the thousand-mile ice field refracted colorful rainbow light, like a karma monument engraved by the Heaven, heralding the rise of a new sword cultivator in the North Sea Realm.

In the mysterious Xuanyu Cave, ice crystals hang from the dome.

Under the impact of the violently surging spiritual power, it trembled, as if telling the thrill of this fierce battle.

In Chen Yun's eyes, blue light flickered like lightning, revealing coldness and determination.

He just let out a loud shout, and a huge golden sword over a hundred feet long, wrapped in a majestic evil-repelling divine thunder, came down with the force of thunder.

Tadpole-shaped ancient seal characters faintly emerged on the surface of the milky yellow thunder bead, looking mysterious and ancient.

The green-robed monk had a solemn expression on his face. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then the magic formula changed and transformed into nine blood talismans, which steadily sank into the thunder bead.

"boom!"

In an instant, the lightning bead burst out into a green lightning net, shining with light.

What is amazing is that this lightning net actually condensed into a three-meter-tall phantom of the God of Thunder in the void.

The phantom had three heads and six arms, and was majestic. Holding a wind-thunder pestle in his hand, he bravely faced the whistling golden giant sword.

The two forces of thunder collided violently, and endless energy erupted in an instant.

Under such a powerful impact, the thousand-year-old black ice on the walls of the cave actually reflected a glass-like luster.

It reflected thousands of moving and flashing electric snakes, as if the entire cave was trapped in a purgatory of thunder and lightning.

Chen Yun sneered, looking calm and unhurried.

The Nascent Soul in his Dantian was making sword gestures with his hands, which were agile and mysterious.

The golden patterns on the surface of the giant sword moved as if they were alive.

Immediately afterwards, the seventy-two sword lights suddenly split up and intertwined with each other, forming the Tiangang Big Dipper formation in an ingenious way.

The golden python formed by the divine thunder that wards off evil raised its head and roared, looking very majestic.

Mysterious Buddhist Sanskrit is engraved on each scale.

This is the true thunder for subduing demons bestowed by Lord Dayan in the past, and it contains supreme power.

"Crack!"

Under the powerful impact of the demon-subduing thunder, the six magic weapons in the hands of the Thunder God's phantom shattered and turned into countless residues.

The green-robed monk's face was as pale as gold paper, and black blood was oozing from his seven orifices. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, the green hair gushing out of the Xutian Ding quickly wrapped around the body of the thunder bead like a nimble snake.

The seemingly fragile silk thread actually contains profound laws of space.

No matter how hard the lightning bead struggled, it was still dragged towards the mouth of the cauldron inch by inch, as if it was pulled by fate and could not escape the fate of being subdued.

Bai Mengxin gently stroked the ice mirror, and a faint green fluorescence suddenly appeared on the mirror surface.

She drew the ancient runes with the blood on her fingertips, and the heart-pounding sound of shells rubbing against each other was heard in the mirror.

A giant scorpion broke out of the mirror, with a human face totem engraved on its back. Its four wings flapped and a dark green afterimage trailed in the sky.

"Gold-eating bug, hurry!"

Chen Yun waved his sleeves, and where the golden cloud surged, thousands of insects lined up like the Eight Diagrams.

The ancient evil insect had golden patterns on its forehead, and its mouthparts opened and closed, making sounds like the clanging of metal.

The double-tailed scorpion spewed out poisonous mist, but the insect swarm was surrounded by a faint golden Buddha light, which was the protective divine light that Chen Yun had tempered with the secret method of Buddhism.

The scorpion's tail collided with the insect tide, sparks flew, and the gold-eating insects were like gluttons, biting the scorpion's armor and spiritual power.

Bai Mengxin quickly formed a magic seal, and three compound eyes suddenly appeared on the human-faced scorpion's back, shooting out green light containing the power of the soul.

Chen Yun's sea of ​​consciousness used the Dayan Jue to automatically protect his master, and his spiritual consciousness transformed into a seven-story golden pagoda, eliminating all attacks.

Master Hanli stepped into the Nine Palaces, the black jade token hanging between the eyebrows of the Ice Kirin phantom. The spell was low, and the glacier roared in the depths of the cave. Eighteen huge pillars rose from the ground, painted with scenes of wild ice witch sacrifices, simple and vast.

Deep in the Xuanbing Cave, the ancient restrictions began to move.

The inheritor of the Bingpo Dojo raised his arms and shouted, and the Xuanbing Talisman shattered in response to the secret, causing the Cold Marrow Qilin Dharma Image to appear in the world.

The thousand-year-old black ice cone array on the dome poured down like a waterfall, and each ice edge contained the bitter cold that could freeze the soul.

As Chen Yun's wings trembled, lightning patterns flowed, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the gaps between the ice waterfalls. However, the remaining traces of his escape light were condensed into ice crystal sculptures by the cold wave.

The purple true fire gushed out from the dantian, and the nine-turn spiritual flame formed into the Zhoutian star formation diagram.

The two innate forces of extreme cold and extreme heat converge, causing a burst of chaotic primordial energy that shakes the void, and the spatial structure wherever it passes is like cracked glass.

The swarm of spirit insects were tempered by the aura of chaos. The golden patterns on their shells gradually turned into red flame patterns, and they actually bit the cracks in the void with their gold-eating fangs.

The Qingming Sect cultivator took advantage of the situation to activate the Bone-Eroding Nether Gong, causing the Nine Netherworldly Gale to surge out from the Taotie pattern.

The Bai family's daughter's magic mirror rotates the mystery again, and the ice mirror technique reflects Chen Yun's true form, which is in line with the ancient secret technique of curse.

Chen Yun suddenly felt as if his consciousness had fallen into a black icy hell. Fortunately, he was protected by the legacy of Lord Dayan, and the ancient talisman at the Heavenly Gate suddenly appeared.

"The worm shakes the tree!"

The spirit of the Xutian Ding moved the Qiankun green silk and instantly crushed the underworld weapon into powder.

Chen Yun took the opportunity to unseal the spirit beast's box, and the shadow of the weeping soul beast, carrying the Netherworld's mourning stick, attacked the enemy's temple directly.

The female cultivator's magical weapon, the Ice Mirror, shattered with a sound, and the remaining soul of the underworld imprisoned in the mirror turned into a sharp howl and rushed in all directions.

When Master Hanli saw this scene, his eyes became like bronze bells and his canthus was shattered. In extreme rage, he ruthlessly bit off the root of his tongue and spat out his lifeblood that contained all his life's cultivation.

In an instant, the phantom of the Ice Qilin seemed to be infused with a strong soul and suddenly solidified. The horn on its forehead shone brightly, emitting a cold and mysterious Taiyin light.

This mysterious light was transformed from the origin of the ancient ice soul and its power was astonishing.

Wherever it passed, spiritual energy seemed to be attacked by the cold wind and froze into trails of crystal ice crystals.

Seeing this, Chen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and a golden light suddenly flashed above his head, and a strange scene of three flowers gathering at the top of his head appeared.

The Nascent Soul leaped out from the top of his head, holding the Xutian Ding, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

The moment the lid of the tripod was opened, chaotic energy rushed down like a river bursting its banks.

The mysterious light of the moon sank into the chaotic energy, like a mud ox entering the sea, and disappeared silently into the invisible.

"break!"

Chen Yun shouted softly, his voice as loud as a bell.

The seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords merged into one, and dark golden patterns that had never been shown to anyone appeared on the sword bodies.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a third form mixed with Geng essence and chalcedony, mysterious and powerful.

The sword struck down with a force like thunder, not only splitting the Ice Qilin phantom in half, but also accidentally triggering the ancient restriction deep in the Xuanyu Cave.

"Do not!!!"

Master Hanli roared in despair, his voice filled with resentment and fear.

Above the cave floor, a huge ice spirit formation covering a hundred miles slowly emerged.

The array pattern seemed like a living thing, wriggling and squirming, and it actually forcibly extracted the blood of the three people as a sacrifice.

Chen Yun reacted quickly, flapping his wind and thunder wings rapidly. Before the space completely collapsed, he turned into a silver rainbow and quickly escaped.

Thousands of miles of ice fields collapsed with a loud roar, forming a bottomless black ice abyss, like the mouth of a giant beast that devours everything.

Chen Yun, who escaped, stood in the air with a graceful posture.

He was playing with the milky yellow thunder bead in his hand. The residual soul of the green-robed monk could be vaguely seen inside the bead, which was being repeatedly tempered by the evil-repelling divine thunder, revealing a mysterious and powerful aura.

"Why do you have to struggle so hard, fellow Taoist?"

Chen Yun smiled softly, and that smile seemed to contain endless mysteries.

Suddenly, the ancient seal characters of "Leixiao Zhengfa" appeared on the surface of the thunder bead in his hand.

This strange phenomenon reveals that this is a long-lost ancient thunder cultivation heritage. The mysteries and power it contains seem to come from the distant ancient times.

On the top of a towering snow-capped peak in the distance, a gray-robed monk stood quietly.

He held a broken demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and at his feet lay the frozen body of an old woman.

When Chen Yun looked at him, the monk looked solemn, slowly put his hands together and saluted, saying:

"Mr. Chen has extraordinary magical powers. I will return to the Holy Island to report this matter..."

Before he finished speaking, the monk's expression suddenly changed, and he decisively crushed a teleportation talisman.

In an instant, a strange wave appeared in the space, and the monk's figure disappeared in the wave.

Chen Yun watched the monk leave quietly, with a sneer on his face.

The Demonic Marrow Blade in his sleeve flashed a faint dark light, which disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, the green-robed monk's pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

Five ghost heads as big as wheels were looming in the thick demonic energy, exuding a terrifying aura.

His thoughts couldn't help but go back to thirty years ago, when he witnessed a shocking scene in the far western desert.

When the Yinluo Sect's Grand Elder, Old Demon Qian, commanded the Five Demons, the sand dunes within a hundred miles radius instantly turned into a pile of white bones.

The tragic scene is still deeply engraved in his memory.

At this moment, the smell of decayed corpses lingering in his nostrils was exactly the same as the smell of the bloody storm in his memory, which gave him an ominous premonition.

"Qiang!"

A crisp sound broke the tense atmosphere, and the lingering sound of the gong's vibration was still slowly dissipating in the air.

The first ghost head had already slammed into the knife net formed by the yellow light.

In an instant, hundreds of willow-leaf flying knives seemed to be driven by some mysterious force and instantly formed a huge vortex.

The moment the blade and the demonic energy touched each other, countless dazzling sparks burst out, illuminating the slightly dim space.

The green-robed monk suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and he subconsciously looked down.

I saw that the protective spiritual light had been pierced with three bloody holes at some point.

The grayish-white evil energy was like a ferocious poisonous snake, slowly corroding along his meridians.

It is actually a phenomenon of mutual generation of reality and illusion!

The monk suddenly bit his tongue, and his blood gushed out, activating the jade pendant on his waist.

In an instant, the emerald light shone brightly, expelling the evil energy that had seeped into the body, and condensed into three distorted skeleton illusions in front of the body.

This is a secret treasure that was made from the inner elixir of the thousand-year-old corpse king. However, in front of the five demons, it was like thin paper and was torn into pieces easily.

The fangs of the second ghost head had already penetrated the outer layer of the sword net, and the barrier formed by Ugo's two swords emitted an unbearable wail.

Cold sweat oozed from the temples of the green-robed monk, and an ancient bronze lamp flew out of his storage bag.

What ignited in the wick was not an ordinary flame, but the essence of the Nascent Soul that he had cultivated for two hundred years.

"Burning Heaven Technique!"

As the magic formula was activated, the flame of the lamp transformed into nine red dragons that surrounded his body.

This is a life-risking technique. Every breath of energy burned will consume ten years of cultivation.

However, when the gray-white air spewed out by the five demons touched the red dragon, it made a hissing sound like a branding iron entering water, and the erosion of the demonic energy was temporarily curbed.

Three feet away, Chen Yun watched the battle with cold eyes. (End of this chapter)