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

The mysterious jade essence activated the ancient forbidden system, and a auspicious image of a unicorn appeared on the dome of the ice cave, with the Ice Soul Black Female Pearl in its mouth blooming with moonlight.

Chen Yun activated the Xutian Ding to suppress the abnormal movement of the earth veins, and the five evil demon skeletons formed the Nine Netherworld Formation.

The Qilin's breath condensed into a frost tide, and the remaining soul of the monk in the thousands of miles of ice turned into a golden rainbow and penetrated into the gem.

The old woman's Nascent Soul combined with the bone-eroding demon soldier, and the Nine Netherworld gloomy wind, accompanied by the wailing of thousands of ghosts, attacked Chen Yun's vital point on the back of his heart.

At the critical moment of life and death, the Taiyin Fire Crow roared out from the cauldron, with its wings spread, blocking out the sun and the sky.

The black jade cold air that had been absorbed for several days suddenly burst out violently at this moment, and actually formed tiny cracks on the surface of the Bingpo Xuanpin Pearl.

Chen Yun accurately grasped the opportunity and skillfully integrated the Da Geng Sword Formation and the Five Evils Magic Formation, transforming it into a Chaos Sword Lotus, which directly hit the vital point of the pearl heart.

The moment the Bingpo Xuanpin Pearl shattered, time seemed to freeze.

Hanli's Yuanying screamed in grief and anger, and returned to nothingness together with the Qilin's true spirit.

The gray-robed monk's chanting of Sanskrit and the old woman's whispering of incantations intertwined in the void.

Finally, it was completely devoured by the Chaos Sword Lotus. The entire Void Spirit Hall was shaken to its foundations and began to fall apart.

Chen Yun put away his magical treasure, transformed into a green rainbow light, and escaped from the earth veins.

The sword nets intertwined, golden light flashed, and its sharp force was approaching within ten feet.

An old man in monk's robes, his face as cold as frost covering the ground, exudes an inviolable majesty.

The red spirit bead that was originally hanging steadily in his palm suddenly disappeared as if pulled by some mysterious force.

In the blink of an eye, a ray of silver light came roaring towards us like a rainbow cutting through the void.

In the blink of an eye, the humanoid puppet tore open the surrounding space with an unimaginable force.

His bony metal palm, wrapped in a fierce momentum, penetrated the seemingly indestructible defense of the protective qi.

"Beware the bald ass!"

The voice of the Long Po was like the wail of a night owl, and her sharp shout broke the extremely tense atmosphere.

The Huangmei needle in her sleeve instantly turned into a stream of light, and went straight to the puppet's vital point between the eyebrows like a meteor chasing the moon, trying to prevent this sudden crisis.

The monk's robes fluttered like clouds in the strong wind. At the critical moment, the shadow of a black bird suddenly appeared behind him.

The black feathers of the black bird seemed to be made of steel, barely blocking the fatal blow.

However, the metal fingertips still ruthlessly scratched his shoulder blade.

Blood spurted out instantly, blooming on the bluestone ground like ink, dyeing this mysterious land red.

The moment the Red Flame Spirit Pearl left his hand, it seemed to have triggered some mysterious chain reaction.

The puppet's broken arm flew out like an arrow from a bow, the speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

The metal palm wrapped in dazzling silver light accurately intercepted the spirit pearl in the air, and the five fingers slowly closed.

Dazzling sparks burst out, like falling stars, illuminating this strange space.

The Huangmei needle, the natal magic weapon that Luang Po summoned, hit the puppet's forehead like lightning, and he thought that he could succeed in one fell swoop.

However, he never expected that under the reflection of the mysterious light of the puppet's amethyst eyes, the Huangmei needle revealed its true form.

The Huangmei needle that had been tempered for three hundred years was now twisting and struggling painfully in the blazing silver flame, as if it was enduring endless torment.

"How could..."

Luang Po staggered backwards, his steps unsteady, looking extremely embarrassed.

She hurriedly made hand gestures with her withered fingers, trying to recall the magic weapon that carried so much of her hard work.

A star pattern suddenly lit up in the palm of the puppet, and a mysterious and profound power surged out from the pattern.

The Huangmei needle was firmly imprisoned in the invisible cage of the void, and no matter how hard Luang Po tried, he could not rescue it.

The monk covered his bleeding shoulder, blood seeping out from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.

His eyes were fixed on the red flame spirit bead floating beside the puppet.

A beast-like growl emanated from his throat, the sound filled with reluctance, anger and determination.

It was as if he wanted to pour out all this anger on this mysterious puppet and its unknown fate.

Within the sword domain, the golden threads had already approached within a range of five meters, and the surrounding air was filled with the fishy and sweet smell unique to the Gengjin sword energy.

The dragon lady suddenly bit her tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. She quickly drew a nine-palace blood symbol in the air, and shouted:

"Bald donkey, there is no time to hesitate now, you must act quickly!"

After saying that, the blood talisman turned into a stream of light and went straight into the monk's dantian.

In an instant, the monk's eyes suddenly turned red as blood, as if burning with endless anger.

The monk's robe could not bear the weight and burst apart, revealing the bronze body covered with Sanskrit words underneath.

Immediately afterwards, the seven demon-suppressing nails seemed to be awakened.

It whizzed out from its spine and quickly formed into the shadow of a demon-subduing pestle in the void, with great momentum.

However, the puppet seemed to have anticipated this. It stomped its foot on the ground, causing its spirit veins to vibrate violently.

In an instant, the entire sword domain seemed to be turned upside down.

The golden thread, which was originally shrinking slowly, unexpectedly stretched in the opposite direction against common sense.

Like a nimble dragon, it tightly grasped the phantom of the demon-subduing pestle, instantly crushing it into pieces and dissipating into nothingness.

At the moment when the golden light of the sword formation suddenly disappeared, the old woman's face turned as pale as gold paper, completely bloodless.

In the palm of the humanoid puppet, the silver flame suddenly surged, and the scorching flame seemed to devour everything.

In this dazzling light, the Huangmei needle seemed unable to withstand such a powerful force and began to break down piece by piece.

Long Po only felt a fishy and sweet smell rising up in his throat, and he couldn't help but spit out three strands of blood. The blood from the corners of his mouth slowly slid down his cheeks.

The energy in his body quickly dissipated like a flood that broke through a dam, no longer having its previous power.

Upon seeing this, the gray-robed monk quickly chanted a secret mantra, his cassock fluttered in the wind, and with a wave of his sleeves, he threw out seventy-two silver beads to subdue demons.

On the surface of each silver bead, the Sanskrit words of the Great Compassion Mantra float gently, mysterious and solemn.

These silver beads quickly arranged themselves in the air, forming a Tiangang Demon-Subduing Formation, shining brightly and seeming to have infinite power.

Seeing this, Chen Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

I saw ripples in the void around the puppet, and before the Buddhist sound could form a siege, it turned into stardust like a phantom and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Wait a minute, Taoist Mojiu!"

The leader of Xuanzhen Pavilion shouted loudly, shaking the sky, and his withered right palm suddenly slapped the jade pendant at his waist.

The three blood jade talismans collapsed in response to the situation, and the red flame chains coiled around the suspended spiritual bead like spirit snakes.

The golden threads of the sword formation suddenly rolled back, and the Gengjin energy condensed into a dragon-imprisoning rope, twisting the blood-colored chains into stars in the sky.

The golden light of the sword net has shrunk to a radius of thirty feet, and the elders of the Zixiao Sect have sacrificed seven ancient bronze lamps.

The green phosphorus ghost fires connected in the air and formed the Beidou Tiangang formation.

The green-robed monk bit his tongue, and his blood stained the Bodhi seed on his chest. The moment the nine blood ambers merged into the lamp array, thunder sounded from the dome of the cave.

"Beidou Purgatory Formation, activate!"

The two magic spells resonated, and the green flames turned into seven dragons that crashed into the sword net.

Chen Yun's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the thirty-six natal flying swords suddenly changed their positions, and the shadows of the Zhoutian stars emerged from the earth veins. The moment the dragon flame touched the sword, the entire spiritual vein trembled violently, and spider-like cracks appeared in the black jade veins.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the golden barrier had shrunk to an inch.

The female cultivator's hair was completely loosened, and she sacrificed her life-saving magic weapon, the Nine Netherworld Map.

The phantom of the Styx rolled back, but evaporated like mist when it touched the golden light.

The robes of Venerable Kutuo shattered, revealing an ancient bronze body covered with Diamond Sutra. Golden light burst out from his seven vital acupoints, which was obviously a forbidden technique that could burn the Nascent Soul.

"This game is decided."

Chen Yun swung his sword lightly, and the golden cage seemed to have lost its support and collapsed instantly.

Countless Gengjin sword energies poured down like a river from the sky.

The protective aura around the two Nascent Soul cultivators was like fragile paper in front of the sharp sword energy and could not withstand a single blow.

The sound of flesh and blood crumbling was heard, and two Nascent Soul phantoms screamed in an attempt to escape.

However, under the stranglehold of the sword domain set up by Chen Yun, it instantly turned into a sky full of brilliant stars and dissipated into nothingness.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a puppet figure flashing with silver light slowly stepped out from the void.

On the palm of his metal hand, there was a red spirit bead, and mysterious ripples were appearing on the surface of the bead.

The shadow of the firebird inside the pearl seemed to have intelligence, and its wings flapped gently.

It actually attracted the surrounding spiritual energy, forming whirlpools that seemed to draw everything in.

Chen Yun looked solemn, and gently rubbed his finger across the bead.

In an instant, the five-colored runes seemed to be living things, moving endlessly on the surface of the bead.

Then, an ancient star map was projected into the void, mysterious and ancient, as if hiding endless secrets.

Chen Yun's eyes were deep, and the surging Nanming Fire in the pearl was reflected in his pupils.

The Taiyin True Fire in his palm flickered, echoing the Nanming Li Fire from a distance, as if they were competing with each other.

The spirit pearl suddenly trembled violently, and cracks like tortoise shell appeared on the pearl wall.

An extremely terrifying heat wave surged out from the spirit pearl, sweeping across the entire cave, as if turning everything into ashes.

At the critical moment, the thirty-six golden swords seemed to come to life and spontaneously formed a formation.

An indestructible Gengjin sword field was set up around Chen Yun to protect him from the heat wave.

Above the dome, the phantom of the Qilin let out an earth-shaking roar.

However, the Taiyin Fire Crow was merciless and had already devoured more than half of Qilin's spirit.

The originally crystal clear Qilin horn has now turned into a scarlet red color, and the auspicious clouds under its feet have also been stained by the dark blue ice flames.

Chen Yun's sword technique changed again, and the Xutian Ding flew out from his sleeve, with chaotic energy gushing out of the mouth of the cauldron.

The chaotic energy contained a mysterious power that temporarily suppressed the spirit pearl, thus alleviating the crisis temporarily.

"I underestimated the power of this true fire."

Gazing at the ice and fire blending Taoist pattern that was slowly taking shape in the Qilin illusion, Chen Yun put his two fingers together and lightly touched his forehead like a sharp sword.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the profound runes of the "Qingyuan Sword Technique" suddenly shone.

The seventy-two incarnations of the innate sword energy broke through the air and weaved the Heavenly Sword Formation in the void.

The spiritual energy from the four directions of the earth veins was like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, all pouring into the core of the sword formation.

Five white bone demon generals will break free from the ground, each holding a soul-guiding instrument and guarding the key positions of the five elements.

The eyes of the humanoid puppet glowed purple, and the totem of the "Heavenly Creations" formation appeared on the palm of its hand.

Chen Yun stepped on the Big Dipper Steps, and with every step he took, sword intent was engraved in the void. The entire cave was gradually shrouded in the brilliance of the Zhoutian Star Array.

Under the suppression of the chaotic energy, the spirit pearl gradually calmed down, but the fire phoenix inside the pearl suddenly opened its bright golden eyes.

A will that traveled through time and space penetrated the pearl barrier, causing the roar of an ancient dragon to echo in Chen Yun's sea of ​​consciousness.

The Xutian Ding shook violently, and unprecedented ancient inscriptions appeared on the body of the cauldron - they were innate Taoist patterns that were even older than oracle bone inscriptions!

The green-robed monk flicked his sleeves, and thirty-six golden lights quietly entered the world within his sleeves.

His eyes swept across the two extremely cold ice flames suspended in the air, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly he turned around and looked at the five Skeleton Demon Generals, then lowered his head to examine the black jade veins under his feet. He couldn't help but laugh heartily, his voice reaching all the way to the underworld:
"Excellent! This encounter is truly a godsend!"

His palms slightly moved in the air, and the cold flame seemed to be cleverly pulled by an invisible thread, flying close in an instant.

Lightning flashed suddenly, and golden arcs that warded off evil spirits crisscrossed like a tight heavenly net, sealing the two icy souls firmly into the black ice jade box.

Afterwards, the man in green casually flipped his palm and took out the black jade bottle.

When the five demons saw this, they roared in dissatisfaction.

However, under the intimidation of the green light emitted by the Gang Silver Ring, it instantly turned into gray mist and all returned to the bottle.

The man in green stepped on the ripples in the void and slowly floated down to where the mineral vein was.

Standing in front of the white stone wall, you can see the thousand-year-old black jade exposed outside, emitting a cool glow like moonlight.

His fingertips lightly brushed across the storage bag, and an ink-colored glass bottle quietly appeared in his palm.

This bottle is the container of the "Xuanming True Water" that was obtained by chance in the ghost fog of the underworld.

Slowly tilt the bottle mouth, the ink-colored slurry seems like a living thing, clinging to the chalcedony nimbly.

But spider-web-like gray lines gradually appeared on the surface of the black jade. As the man in green tapped it lightly with his green jade knuckles, a piece of icy jade essence about a foot square fell off.

This scene was exactly the same as Bai Mengxin's method of taking jade, and thus, the guess in his mind was confirmed.

"rise!"

The man in green shirt made a light move with his sword, and in an instant, the seventy-two sword shadows split into thousands.

The puppet servant at the side hurriedly took the other black jade bottle, and immediately turned into a silver rainbow, shuttling between the caves.

Wherever the two passed, the black jade embedded in the wall was like ripe spiritual fruit, breaking away from the stone wall and sinking steadily into the Qiankun bag.

After three hours, the black jade veins gradually showed signs of decline. The coldness of the cave was reduced by 50%, and hundreds of filled storage bags were scattered on the ground.

The monk in green robes used his spiritual skills to absorb the last piece of black jade, looked around at the crystal chips on the ground and murmured:
"As soon as I realize the extraordinary spiritual effect of this marrow, I will drain all the three thousand weak waters of the underworld."

Shi Ling presented the Qiankun Treasure Bag, and his divine mind could see through the wall.

There are 3,600 black jades hidden inside, some as big as wheels and some as small as ice crystals, all of which contain the essence of Taiyin and flow in frost.

This amount would be enough to cast even the most powerful magical treasure, let alone his own sword.

The monk twisted his beard and thought about the wonderful uses of jade marrow: "In addition to tempering weapons and refining equipment..."

Suddenly he looked up at the hanging Ice Soul Mysterious Flame

"If you can use the True Fire of Taiyin with the Black Jade as the foundation..."

A Netherworld Fire Crow suddenly appeared in his palm, and a frost pattern array formed in a radius of ten feet around him. Nine-petal ice lotus marks appeared in the void.

The five demons sensed the change in spiritual power and hissed and shook in the Xuanbing Mirror.

The monk put his fingers together to form a sword gesture and light the red lip box, and two cold marrow true fires merged into the flame body. (End of this chapter)