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

When the smoke and dust settled, half of the black jade order engraved with ancient seal characters was found sticking diagonally into the ice.

Daojun wiped the blood off, his eyes flashed with purple lightning: "What a good trick to use the false to cultivate the true, but I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden-winged phoenix suddenly appeared in the direction of Beichen and broke through the clouds, fulfilling the prophecy in “The Secret of Heaven” that “the Ice Phoenix appears in the world and the devil’s calamity begins again.”

At the moment when the purple lightning and green frost intertwined, the Taoist Hanli's neck bone shifted three inches strangely like a dragon swinging its tail.

The Netherworld's cold blade brushed past the throat chakra, and ice crystals wrapped in scarlet blood mist blossomed into black frost.

The golden-armored ice dragon's image collapsed in the strong wind, and the moment its head fell to the ground, the smile on Chen Yun's lips suddenly froze.

Suddenly, the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir spiritual light appeared at the place where the head was severed, and the phantom of the Qilin rushed straight into the sky with the force of breaking through the air.

"Nascent Soul Escape!"

In Taoist Chen Yun's eyes, the Green Lotus Sword Qi was spinning like a wheel, and the Thunder Sound Mantra flowed fluently from his mouth.

The sound waves turned into three thousand blue phoenix feathers and penetrated into the broken body. Ice-blue marrow fluid oozed out of Hanli's seven orifices, and the protective black ice true fire flickered like a broken star.

Suddenly, a black jade dagger appeared in the Tiangang Big Dipper formation, and blood-colored runes appeared on the skull as the blade light moved.

The nine-day thunderbolt fell in response, and the green-robed monk stepped on the Eight Trigrams Step. The golden thunders of his ten fingers intertwined into an innate fire net, which firmly locked the cranial cavity that was about to collapse.

Lantian Yupo's Nascent Soul broke out of its cocoon, exhaled its natal sword pill and transformed it into a seven-foot green rainbow that split the thunder curtain.

Before the sword energy arrived, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had already set off a huge wave. Chen Yun's seal-forming technique suddenly changed, and the Taiyi Golden Light Mantra turned into an inverted Milky Way.

However, where the green rainbow passed, a gap about a foot long appeared in the lightning net.

When the Nascent Soul turned into light and escaped, he suddenly saw thousands of snakes dancing wildly in the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool. Strands of electric light entangled his natal sword ball, gradually chipping away the spiritual charm of the Mahayana period's magic weapon.

The moment the Qiankun Ding appeared, three thousand black strands of hair turned into dragon-binding ropes and wrapped around the Nascent Soul.

Master Hanli reluctantly abandoned his natal Hanchi sword and escaped into the cave formed by the Xuanbing Talisman.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the ancient ice symbol floating next to the Qilin Dharma Image, and a warning sign roared in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the top of Tongtian Peak, shrouded in clouds and mist, Sect Master Qingxiao waved his wide sleeves lightly, and the frost in his eyes froze the spiritual energy within a hundred miles.

After the Nascent Soul entered the cauldron, the Ice Cauldron seemed to sense the impending danger and it flashed light continuously, and seemed to be trying to break through the air and escape.

Chen Yunlei followed closely behind without letting up.

Just as the ice tripod was about to break through the space restrictions, several red rays suddenly shot out from the depths of the mineral vein.

Upon seeing this, Han Li waved his own flame to resist it, but he did not expect that the red light could be miraculously integrated with the dry blue ice flame.

The body of the cauldron suddenly vibrated violently, and blue and red flames entangled with each other, like two fighting dragons.

From the red flames, the shadow of a fire crow spread its wings and stood proudly, forming a confrontation with the Nascent Soul trapped in the ice flames. It was difficult to tell who was the better of the two.

At this tense moment, a seven-colored lotus bloomed brilliantly from the top of the Eight Treasures Ruler, with the sound of Sanskrit rippling and the light of Buddha shining, instantly suppressing the Nascent Soul that was trying to escape.

Then, the golden rope talismans were added to his body layer by layer, and the thirteen soul-locking needles penetrated into the Yuanying acupoints accurately.

There was reluctance in Hanli Yuanying's eyes, but the spiritual light gradually faded away.

Chen Yun's figure flashed and he looked over the ice tripod. He stared at the flames lingering on the tripod. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a playful arc.

On top of the ice tripod, blue and red flames surged and rolled, and Hanli Yuanying looked at the opposite side with a mixture of shock and anger.

In the depths of the red flames, the red-feathered fire crow flapped its wings and soared leisurely.

There was a hint of teasing in those eyes condensed by the Samadhi True Fire.

At the critical moment of life and death, Yuanying fought desperately and spewed out his innate ice flame from his mouth.

However, the Fire Crow only flapped its left wing gently, and the Taiyin True Fire rolled up like a surging wave.

Where the two strange fires entangled and collided, a dazzling light burst out, and the entire ice cave shook violently under the impact of this powerful force.

It turned out that this ball of Taiyin True Fire, which had begun to develop intelligence, was a killing move that Chen Yun had secretly arranged at the entrance of the cave for a long time, using the cold air of the black jade to conceal it.

Although it is impossible to seize the Ice Cauldron immediately, it is enough to cut off the spiritual connection between the Nascent Soul and the Qianlan Cauldron.

A flash of lightning appeared, and Chen Yun stepped on the arc of electricity and rushed into the battle circle.

When the Nascent Soul saw this, it felt something was wrong and instantly turned into a stream of light, abandoning the cauldron and fleeing.

A green light suddenly flashed from the cuffs of the green-robed monk, and the Eight Treasures Spirit Ruler shot out from the air like an arrow, and in an instant it moved to three inches above the Nascent Soul's head.

The Sanskrit on the ruler suddenly became bright, and a seven-colored lotus hung upside down. Along with the sound of Buddha's chanting, a curtain of confining light quietly descended.

"town!"

As soon as the truth was spoken, the Nascent Soul felt as if it was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

The golden snake between Chen Yun's fingers danced wildly, and the five lightning ropes intertwined and entangled with each other, forming a tight net.

Twelve soul-calming talismans whizzed out from his storage bag and instantly transformed into chains, piercing through Nascent Soul's limbs and bones with precision.

Immediately afterwards, thirteen soul-sealing needles flashed with cold light and penetrated into the major acupoints around the Nascent Soul from the top of the head.

Hanli's Yuanying began to twitch violently, and the last trace of light in his pupils was extinguished.

Chen Yun gently brushed away the ice crystals on his sleeves and cast his gaze towards the Qianlan Ding floating in the air, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

The blue and red flames in the cauldron were still entangled and intertwined, reflecting the vivid silhouette of the fire crow with its wings spread.

The small jade ruler turned into a stream of light and quietly disappeared into the sleeve of the green-robed monk.

Hanli's Yuanying was suspended in mid-air, with a cold and malicious light flashing from his eyes.

Chen Yun looked indifferent as he looked down at the imprisoned blue spirit, then his sleeves fluttered slightly.

In an instant, the emerald bottle flew out from the Qiankun bag. When the mouth of the bottle was hanging upside down, moonlight gushed out and swept the Nascent Soul into it.

Under the blue sky, the Qianlan Magic Cauldron came through the air with two red-gold flames. Its owner, Chen Yun, put his fingers together and condensed a spell. The body of the cauldron instantly shrank to the size of a mustard seed and disappeared into the black-patterned brocade bag on his waist.

Looking down at the rocky beach, you can see the whole scene of Bai Mengxin disappearing.

Beads of icy blood gushed out from the wound in Dantian, and all the spiritual energy in the body dissipated, which was an obvious sign of the collapse of the Nascent Soul.

The phantom of the Qilin on the dome stands tall, and the black-armored puppet holds a shield and a blade, guarding the star gate like a mountain.

The five skeleton demon generals had green bags in their palms surging with ghostly fire from the underworld, and the demonic aura that once obscured the sun was gone.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated the puppet's spirit platform, and saw the white-robed monk sacrifice his own spirit sword to self-destruct and open the formation, but unexpectedly the devil blade pierced through his chest.

As soon as the Nascent Soul left the sea of ​​consciousness, it was blasted into pieces by the Nine Nether Thunder Arrow.

The remains of the green-robed monk beside him were scattered, leaving only storage tools and the Mysterious Ice Soul.

Chen Yun snapped his fingers and took a picture of the object, and the ice flame was hidden in his hand.

The dark fire in his palm was driven by his true essence, reflecting a vortex of the galaxy as it flickered. A purple light flowed in his eyes, as if he had glimpsed the ancient secrets hidden in this flame.

The golden light weaved a spiritual pattern magic net to bind the Xuanyin ghost flame, and condensed into a Hunyuan Thunder Pearl suspended in the void.

Chen Yun turned his palm and took out the Xuanbing Treasure Box, putting the thunder bead into it.

His blue eyes swept across the remains of Bai Mengxin's frozen jade body, and the Chixiao True Fire in his sleeves roared out like a dragon.

Just as the blazing flames touched the corpse, suddenly frost broke through the body and shot up into the sky. It turned out to be the flame of his own spirit that backfired and burned the sky in a sea of ​​fire.

Chen Yun put his fingers together to form a seal, and the Purple Star Burning Heaven Palm Seal lifted up the air and suppressed the restless Nine Nether Cold Soul in his palm.

Five white-bone demons came floating in with the Bixia Bag in their hands. Chen Yun frowned slightly when he took the storage magic weapon. The spirit beast bag left by Master Hanli was empty, and the pair of gilded wind civets actually disappeared into the void.

The Qilin statue on the dome swallowed and exhaled the moonlight, and the Taiyin Fire Sparrow flapped its wings and flew out from the sleeve, flying straight into the belly of the statue to devour its essence.

Chen Yun let his innate spiritual fire take effect, then turned around and looked at the Five Elements Protective Formation that was shaking continuously a hundred miles away.

Thirty-six Gengjin sword auras gushed out from his sleeves and in a moment transformed into hundreds of invisible sword auras that disappeared into the sky.

As the Da Geng sword formation hummed and operated, the Demon Subduing Pestle swelled into a giant Jianmu pillar in the wind, and the seven-treasure Bodhi light wrapped around the magic weapon.

Chen Yun tapped lightly with his fingertips, and the giant pestle fell down with the force of splitting a mountain.

The five-colored light curtain shattered, and the frightened face of the old monk in gray was reflected in the flying fragments of spiritual light.

Only a hundred breaths had passed since the battle, and the bodies of the three Nascent Souls were already covered with frost and snow.

The light curtain interwoven with light green and bright yellow was like the wings of a thin cicada, trembling slightly.

Chen Yun stood in the air, his eyes as sharp as torches, looking down at the scene in the restriction below, and a golden light suddenly condensed in the depths of his eyes.

A monk in a gray robe and an old woman were stationed at the two ends of the hanging rock.

In the center of the hanging rock, a spirit beast that looked like a weasel was bulging its belly.

It made a thunderous sound like a war cry. Upon closer inspection, it was found that the powerful war cry was simulated by ventriloquism.

The spiritual energy around the two of them had already been condensed, but they did not launch an attack rashly.

Their intention is obvious. They are clearly using this seemingly intense illusion to delay the opportunity.

"You two performed this double act extremely well."

Chen Yun stepped into the air, his steps were light but contained mystery.

The golden threads in his sleeves spread out silently and unnoticed like a spider web.

"How about letting Chen add some real fire to the situation?"

As soon as Chen Yun finished speaking, thirty-six sharp sword shadows emerged from the void.

The famous Da Geng sword formation had quietly surrounded the enemy without anyone noticing and had firmly controlled the situation.

The old woman had a ferocious look on her face and slammed the stone platform with her withered palm. There was a loud "bang" and the stone platform shattered.

Its voice is sharp and shrill, like the cry of an owl at night:
"Where is Hanli now?"

The rosary in the gray-robed monk's hand flickered, as if it contained a mysterious power.

The cassock on his body rustled in the wind without moving, exuding a strange aura.

Chen Yun's expression was stern, and he gently ran his finger across the brocade bag on his waist.

In an instant, the miserable howl of Hanli Yuanying came out from the Jingping bottle, echoing in the ice cave, like the wailing of a wronged soul.

"The Tongtian Magical Treasure has appeared in the world. In this time of great change, someone must make a sacrifice."

In Chen Yun’s palm, the shadow of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree slowly emerged.

As he moved, the golden threads in the sword formation poured down like a rainstorm, bringing with them majestic momentum and endless murderous intent.

Seeing this, the old woman hurriedly took out her tortoise shell shield, trying to resist the fierce attack.

Sanskrit was flowing around the gray-robed monk, and the light was flickering, as if he was casting some mysterious spell.

However, the moment the seemingly fragile golden thread touched them, it was as if gunpowder had been ignited, and dazzling sparks burst out instantly.

It turned out that the seemingly ordinary golden thread was actually a deadly murderous intent condensed from countless sharp sword qi.

The grey-robed monk's robes fluttered like clouds, the rosary in his palms emitted nine-colored Buddha light, the scriptures he chanted turned into golden talismans, and he built an eight-petal lotus platform in the sword formation.

The old woman formed seals with her ten withered fingers, and the jade pendant on her waist collapsed. Seventy-two Xuanyin sword energies shot out through the air, colliding with the Buddha's light and bursting into brilliant sparks.

"Venerable Mojiu, if you don't take action now, when will you take action?"

As the old woman let out a long and sharp howl, nine bone-eating nails flew out from her sleeves. The taotie patterns on the nails suddenly came to life, transforming into nine ferocious beasts that pounced towards the sword formation.

The monk waved his sleeves and flew into the air. Behind him appeared the image of a thousand-armed and angry-eyed Vajra King. A thousand arms formed seals at the same time, and the swastika seal of Buddha pressed down like a mountain.

Chen Yunling stood at the center of the formation, his pupils reflecting thousands of golden threads flowing.

As the sword techniques were activated, the thirty-six main swords transformed into swimming dragons, interweaving to form a great formation of stars in the sky.

As soon as the remaining soul of the ferocious beast touched the sword net, it was shredded into mist by the starlight. Nine ancient nails fell to the ground with a wail and instantly melted into molten iron.

"What a great Tiangang Sword Domain!"

Blood oozed from the corners of the old woman's lips, and she turned her palm and summoned her life-saving spiritual weapon, the Lihuojian.

The red lines on the mirror surface flowed, reflecting the entire trajectory of the sword formation.

The gray-robed monk took the opportunity to bite the tip of his tongue, and his blood stained the bodhi seeds. The image of the Mingwang suddenly increased three times, and his thousand arms formed a secret seal to subdue demons and slammed into the center of the formation.

As the sword formation hummed and vibrated, the dark fire in the eyes of the five dark white demon skeletons behind Chen Yun suddenly became brighter.

One of the demon skeletons stretched out his fingers in the air and made a virtual grab. In response, the golden threads in the sky condensed into dragon-imprisoning chains, which entangled the image of the Mingwang layer by layer.

Another demon skeleton raised its head and howled, and the evil energy surged like a tide, turning into a hundred-foot-long river of Hades, which dimmed the spiritual light contained in the Lihuojian in the old woman's hand.

"The five evil spirits have united as one to slay the evil and destroy the demons!"

Chen Yun held his sword high into the sky while the five demons behind him screamed in unison, shaking the entire area.

The black jade veins on the ground collapsed with a loud bang, and countless ice crystals gathered together and condensed into five peerless underworld weapons.

Soul-Destroying Bell, Weeping Blood Banner, Bone-Eroding Blade, God-Destroying Awl, Soul-Capturing Bell.

The demon corpses each took control of a vicious weapon, and arranged themselves into a deadly sword formation according to the five elements, with murderous aura rising into the sky.

The gray-robed monk's cassock was torn into pieces, revealing the cold and fierce glow of the dark gold chain mail underneath.

He was seen pounding his chest violently, and golden fire burst out from his seven orifices, instantly interweaving into a Vajra Mandala, protecting his entire body.

The old woman was even more ruthless. She swung her sword and cut off her left arm, with blood splattering everywhere.

It transformed into three thousand Yin thunder talismans, which exploded into countless dark cracks in the sword formation, as if the Nine Netherworld had appeared in the world.

As the battle was in full swing, a golden Taoist pattern suddenly appeared between Chen Yun's eyebrows, like a blooming blue lotus.

The Xutian Ding broke through the air. On top of the cauldron, the Taiyin True Fire and the Ziluo Extreme Fire were entangled with each other, outlining the shape of Yin and Yang Tai Chi.

The moment the lid of the cauldron was opened, the thirty-six main swords rolled up like galaxies and sank into the cauldron.

In a moment, the swords broke out of the cauldron with the energy of chaos, as if to restore the order of the universe.

Suddenly, a shocking change occurred in the Hanyuxuan Palace. The Nine-Revolution Samsara Disk condensed in the old woman's palm, golden Sanskrit burst out from the monk's fingertips, and two protective spiritual lights shot up into the sky.

Wherever the Chaos Sword passed, the secret treasure turned into dust, and the true words of the scriptures melted away like spring snow in the sun.

The five evil weapons took advantage of the situation to form a killing array, the Soul-Destroying Bell shattered the protective qi, and the Blood-Weeping Banner caused the essence to leak out.

The bone-eroding blade cut through the golden body barrier, the god-destroying cone went straight to the Purple Mansion Divine Court, and the soul-capturing bell resounded through the depths of the Nascent Soul.

The Vajra Realm around the grey-robed monk was crumbling inch by inch, and sword marks appeared on the old woman's Tianmen acupoint.

At the critical moment, a brilliant glow burst forth from the depths of the earth veins. (End of this chapter)