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

Chen Yun, a disciple of the Immortal Sect, is now sitting in a cold pond filled with spiritual mist, and his meridians are absorbing the Xuanyin True Qi that has been deposited for thousands of years.

But suddenly, the Nine Heavens Thunder Pattern Cauldron rose into the air, and the ancient inscriptions engraved on the belly of the cauldron and the formation at the bottom of the pool complemented each other, instantly transforming into yin and yang energy flowing in the cultivator's dantian purple palace.

The remaining spirit in the tripod manifested a translucent Dharma image, and with three light taps of his fingers, he condensed his life's cultivation into a golden jade box and inserted it into his forehead.

After three years of cold and hot seasons, the Saintess of Beiming Ice Palace suddenly had an inspiration when she was comprehending the fifth level of Frost Sky Illusion.

As she formed a seal with her bare hands, the Heaven Mirror, which was made of black ice that had existed for thousands of years, showed a strange sight.

But there was a surge of sword energy in the direction of Kunlun Ruins, and a certain human cultivator had actually cultivated the long-lost Hunyuan sword energy to the state of returning to its original simplicity.

Ripples appeared on the ice crystal mirror, reflecting the spider-web-like cracks in the sky and earth that had been cut into the void.

Deep in the Chaos Star Sea, in the Hanyu Cave, Chen Yun stood quietly, his fingertips gently stroking the intricate spiritual patterns on the Xutian Ding.

The dark blue soul-sealing curse seal between Nangong Wan's brows was like a cancer attached to his bones, burning in his memory and constantly pulling at his desire to return home.

Didn't he want to tear the void apart immediately and return to Tiannan?

However, the conditions proposed by Yinqin, the Saint of the Ice Phoenix Clan, seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

This woman has reached the late stage of transformation. If she can get help from Xutian Ding, she can comprehend the second level of Tongbao Jue.

Even if Chen Yun summoned the Five Elements Puppets and the Five Soul-Devouring Demons, he would probably find it difficult to contend with them.

Deep in the cave, the Spirit Eye Spring gurgles, the clear sound of the spring echoes, and the milky white mist rises and flows.

Chen Yun closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the Nascent Soul in his Dantian slowly turning, and the golden seal of "Taixu Yantian Jue" in his purple mansion sea of ​​consciousness flickering.

In her memory, the scene after Nangong Wan took the inner elixir of the ancient beast Huoshan appeared before her eyes.

Her pale face flushed slightly. Although the seal had not been removed, the fluctuations in her soul had stabilized.

Although the three hundred years of life was tight, it also gave him hope of finding another way to crack the problem.

"That's all."

Chen Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and seventy-two formation flags flew out from his sleeves like spirit snakes, setting up the Nine Palaces Locking Yuan Formation around the spiritual spring.

The dense white mist was drawn by the formation and flowed into the sky like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, gradually condensing into a cocoon-shaped ball of light.

As the array patterns flowed, his aura merged with the heaven and earth, his breathing became almost undetectable, and he entered a state of deep seclusion and cultivation.

Time passed quietly in the ban.

On the day of Jingzhe in the 80th year, Feixing Port in the southern corner of Luanxing Sea was bustling with activity, and thousands of ships were sailing.

Outside the port barrier, sixty-four sea-suppressing steles emitted green light, isolating the raging gale outside.

The water-avoiding talismans on the merchant ship's mast flickered, and the foundation-building cultivator controlled the light of escape to shuttle between the clouds and masts, stirring up waves of spiritual power when landing at the dock.

In the tide-watching pavilion at the highest point of the harbor, two monks on duty leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.

The blue-robed Taoist Mingxu was holding a star disk and was calculating the changes in the tides. The white-robed scholar beside him suddenly chuckled and said:
"Brother Mingxu, have you heard? In the battle on Falling Star Island three days ago, the Anti-Star Alliance lost a Jindan elder."

"Xinggong has been making frequent moves recently. I'm afraid they're going to launch a counterattack."

Starlight flickered on Mingxu's fingertips, outlining a star map of the inner sea in the void.

"It may seem that the Anti-Star Alliance has the upper hand in the Twenty-Six Spirit Islands, but in fact, the Twin Heavenly Star Saints are in charge of the center. The Six Paths Supreme Saint and Aunt Wan San also suffered a loss on Heavenly Star Island last month."

Before he could finish his words, the attic suddenly shook violently and the copper bells on the eaves made a shrill sound.

The two of them released their spiritual consciousness and saw red clouds surging like blood where the sea and sky met a hundred miles away.

Huge waves hundreds of feet high suddenly rose from the sea surface, ice crystals condensed on the crests of the waves, and rushed towards us with a biting chill.

"This is the celestial phenomenon of a Divine Transformation cultivator transcending tribulation!"

The Confucian scholar hurriedly took out the Xuan Guang Mirror, and a horrifying scene was reflected in the mirror.

Deep in the huge waves, nine ice dragons can be vaguely seen coiled in a formation, and a bronze tripod suspended in the center absorbs and spits out the essence of the sun and the moon.

The star disk in Mingxu's hand cracked with a crack and he said in a lost voice:

"The mysterious spiritual treasure has appeared! Quickly activate the harbor protection formation!"

The dock was in chaos. The Qi-refining monks crushed their escape talismans one after another, and the mortal sailors clung to the sea-suppressing pillars.

When the first wave of ice hit the barrier, seventy-two sea-suppressing steles lit up at the same time, and green light intertwined to form a Bagua formation diagram.

Between the sea and the sky, a bronze tripod suddenly burst into a thousand-foot-long glow of light. Eighty years of hard training condensed into a spiritual pattern in Chen Yun's sea of ​​consciousness.

The third level of Taixu Yantian Jue was finally completed.

Above the sky, terrifying spiritual pressure poured down like a tide, and the entire Feixing Island emitted a buzzing sound as if it could not bear the heavy pressure.

The wind chimes hanging on the eaves of Guanchao Pavilion burst one after another, and fine ice crystals condensed on the surface of the bronze tiles.

The blue-robed Taoist Mingxu felt his throat tighten, and the cracked star plate in his hand shattered into powder with a snap.

Where the red clouds were rolling, it was clear that some powerful being that was more powerful than the Nascent Soul was awakening.

Three rainbow lights tore through the clouds and fell into the attic.

The yellow-robed monk in the lead had nine red flame beads surrounding him, and the moment they landed on the ground, they left scorch marks on the bluestone ground:

"When did this strange phenomenon appear in Biyou Palace?"

His voice was like a loud bell, and the purple gold token hanging from his waist reflected the words "Heavenly Fire".

The old man in green beside him shook open the map of mountains and rivers, and starlight flashed in his cloudy pupils: "It's not a demon, but it looks like..."

"The spiritual treasure appears!"

The enchanting female cultivator suddenly screamed, and the silver snake wrapped around her arm raised its head and hissed.

The gilded incense burner on her chest emitted wisps of green smoke, which condensed into the Nine Palaces Hexagram in the air.

As soon as the hexagram was formed, the temperature in the surrounding area dropped suddenly, and the ice crystals on the eaves actually grew against the trend and turned into icicles.

Suddenly, a mysterious icy aura rolled in from the void, and the jade pendants on everyone's waist lit up with protective green light at the same time.

A blue light suddenly surged in the center of the attic, and the space rippled like water. A skinny man stepped out, and frost flowers appeared on the ground with every step he took.

"Fool!"

His gray pupils swept across the crowd and he slammed the black jade staff in his hand heavily to the ground.

"Do you know that Patriarch Hunyuan is in seclusion three thousand miles away?"

These words were like cold water poured into boiling oil, and everyone's expressions suddenly changed. Cold sweat oozed from the yellow-robed monk's forehead, and the red flame bead in his palm flickered.

The tragic scene of the old demon Hunyuan slaughtering thousands of sails on the island eighty years ago flashed through everyone's mind in an instant.

The word "Zhu" formed by the blood rain that day is still deeply engraved in the souls of the monks in the Chaos Star Sea.

The red clouds in the sky rolled like boiling water, and columns of incandescent light pierced through the clouds.

The entire sea area was reflected in every detail, and the floating ice on the sea surface reflected a colorful halo.

The incense burner on the chest of the enchanting female cultivator exploded with a loud bang, and the landscape painting of the old man in green clothes spontaneously caught fire without wind.

The cultivators present only felt their purple palaces shaking, and the white-robed scholar with the weakest cultivation level had blood oozing from all his orifices.

"Close your consciousness!"

A dark blue light curtain burst out from the skinny man's black jade staff, but it collapsed the moment it touched the white light.

His sallow face flushed, and his gray eyes showed fear for the first time:

"this is not"

The twisted space ripples spread like ripples, and the white jade eaves pierced the sky.

Every stroke of the word "Xutian" on the gilded plaque seems to contain the power of the stars.

The bronze chimes hanging on the eaves rang by themselves without anyone noticing, and when the sound waves spread, all the clouds in the miles were dispersed.

The yellow-robed monk stumbled back, a sweet and fishy feeling rising in his throat:
"Xutian Palace! This is impossible! There is still a period of time before the next opening." "One hundred and seventy-three years."

The skinny man calculated with his fingertips, and tortoise-shell cracks appeared on the surface of the black jade staff.

He suddenly looked towards the southeast, where a red light was tearing through the clouds, and wherever it passed, a hundred-meter-high column of gas rose from the sea surface.

“Blood River Chariot! The old demon Hunyuan actually came out of seclusion ahead of time!”

The white jade palace door slowly opened, and thirty-six ice crystal steps condensed out of thin air.

At the end of the stairs, seventy-two ancient bronze lamps are suspended, and the stars in the sky are faintly visible as the flames jump.

The light of the Hunyuan Patriarch suddenly stopped, and a cold smile came from the shadow of the blood river:

"Old Ghost Gan, since you know the Xutian Palace, you know there are no remaining maps."

Before he finished speaking, the clear sound of a sword was heard in the northwest sky.

Nine ice crystal swords formed a sword formation and broke through the air, and frost and snow filled the sky wherever the sword energy passed.

The woman in white at the center of the sword formation had icy patterns flickering on her forehead. She raised her hand lightly, and three ancient lamps in front of the Xutian Palace floated towards her.

"Ice Soul Immortal Sect!"

The skinny man's pupils suddenly shrank, and the black jade staff suddenly shot towards the palace door.

Almost at the same time, the seventy-two ancient lamps went out, and the white jade palace distorted and dissipated like a reflection in the water.

The vast spiritual pressure turned into a hurricane that swept across the sea, and the protective formation of Guanchao Pavilion was shattered.

When the storm subsided, the monks of Biyou Palace looked at the empty sky and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Taoist in blue robe picked up half a piece of ice crystal with trembling hands, in which was sealed the remnant of half a gilded plaque.

It is the last stroke of the word "xutian".

At the junction of the sea and the sky, a green light suddenly burst out, causing the thousands of miles of sea to fall into an eerie silence.

When the beam of light penetrated the abyss, the seventy-two sea-suppressing steles collapsed at the same time.

In the vortex formed by the backflow of sea water, the phantom of bronze chimes actually emerged from the abyss.

The Blood River Chariot driven by Patriarch Hunyuan stopped suddenly a hundred feet away from the light column, and the nine skulls hanging on the shafts suddenly wailed in unison.

"Yin and Yang are in disarray, this is..."

Before the blood-stained old man finished speaking, the Tai Chi formation diagram that emerged in the green light had already appeared with two figures.

Chen Yun stepped on the Qingming Ding pattern, and the icy light of the Yinqin Fairy's sleeves flowed beside him. The space around the two of them showed spider-web-like cracks.

The Blood River Chariot suddenly turned, but froze into an ice sculpture the moment it turned.

Yin Qin raised her hand lightly, and three hundred and sixty ice crystal sword beams condensed from the void into the Zhoutian Sword Formation.

The Burning Heaven Mirror sacrificed by Patriarch Hunyuan had not yet been fully unfolded, but the mirror surface was already covered with frost marks, and the nine fire dragons sealed in the mirror let out mournful cries.

"Fellow Taoist, wait!"

The old man in the blood-stained robe crushed his natal jade talisman, and a blood-red shield rose up around him.

However, the spatial folds caused by the rotation of the sword formation turned the hundreds of miles of sea into an icy purgatory.

When the first sword beam pierced through the Blood River Chariot, the Xuanming Iron on the frame shattered like thin paper.

The moment the Nascent Soul of Patriarch Hunyuan escaped, it was swallowed up by the phantom of the Ice Phoenix that emerged from the formation.

The thousand-year-old black ice on the eaves of the Tide-Watching Pavilion fell down, and cracks appeared on the black jade staff in Gan Lin's hand. He looked at the sword light that dissipated in the sky, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty:

"Bingpo Xuannv. This woman is actually in the Spiritual Transformation Stage!"

The sound of breaking air came from far away, and the green-robed monk walked towards them on the waves.

With every step he took, a green lotus shadow would bloom on the sea surface, and the leaping Nanming Lihuo in the lotus's heart caused Gan Lin's Purple Mansion Nascent Soul to tremble.

He suppressed his fear and rode the wind to meet the enemy. The teleportation talisman hidden in his sleeve was soaked with cold sweat.

"Gan Lin from Huang Sha Men, nice to meet you, Senior."

When the monk bowed, the jade pendant on his waist reflected the chaotic energy flowing around the other person.

This is clearly the rhythm of Hunyuan Taoism that only exists in the Refinement Void Stage.

Chen Yun played with the storage ring of the Hunyuan Patriarch with his fingertips. His consciousness swept over the three pieces of the Void Sky Remnant Map, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Fellow Daoist Gan, do you know where the nearest inter-domain teleportation array of the Green Travel Palace is located?"

The waves suddenly surged violently, and nine water tornadoes broke out of the sea, condensing into a water curtain star map in the air.

Gan Lin saw the flickering coordinates of "Tiannan" on the star map, and his heart was shocked:

"If you want to use the cross-domain formation, you need the cooperation of the thirty-six islands."

Before he finished speaking, seventy-two battle flags flew out of Chen Yun's sleeves.

A dull roar came from the depths of the South China Sea, the spiritual veins on the seabed were forcibly diverted, and the vast spiritual energy condensed into a pillar of light that reached the sky a hundred miles away.

The black jade staff in Gan Lin's hand broke into two pieces with a "crack", and he finally understood why Xutian Palace appeared in the world ahead of time.

This person can actually tamper with the laws of heaven and earth by using formations!
"Now, do we still need the Thirty-Six Islands Resolution?"

Chen Yun chuckled, and the Nanming Lihuo that appeared in his palm turned into the shadow of Suzaku.

Gan Lin's throat tightened as he caught a glimpse of the Ice Phoenix feather hanging from the other person's waist. He suddenly remembered the catastrophe of the fall of the deity that shook the Chaos Star Sea eighty years ago.

"Three days. No, tomorrow at noon, the teleportation formation will be opened for you, senior!"

Gan Lin made hand gestures to send a message, and the tremors on the seabed gradually subsided.

When he looked up, only the shadow of the blue lotus remained between the sea and the sky, and Chen Yun's voice echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness:
"Tell Xinggong that I took the Xutian Ding away."

Inside the Tide-Watching Pavilion, the Taoist in blue robe was looking at the sea surface which had returned to calm. Suddenly, he discovered that the strokes of "Xutian" on the ice crystal fragment in his hand were slowly turning into star sand and dissipating.

Deep in the South China Sea, the tampered spiritual veins have returned to their original places. Only the black ice condensed at the place where the ancestor Hunyuan fell will serve as a warning to those who come after him for thousands of years without melting.

On the coast of the South China Sea, Gan Lin looked at the ice-patterned jade pendant faintly visible on the waist of the green-robed monk, and suddenly remembered the astrological change that shook the thirty-six islands a hundred years ago.

On the night when the Tianji star fell, a phantom of a blue phoenix flew across the sky above the Huangsha Forbidden Area.

At this moment, his Purple Mansion Nascent Soul was trembling under the pressure that the other party unintentionally released. This was clearly a sign of reaching the threshold of refining emptiness.

"Senior Chen is joking."

Gan Lin used his hand gestures to stabilize the vibration of his life-saving magic weapon, and quietly deduced the star disk formed by the yellow sand in his sleeve.

"Ever since the two Heavenly Star Saints went into seclusion, no trace of the great cultivators has been seen in the Chaos Star Sea for sixty years."

As he said this, he noticed that the Nine Palace Array pattern embroidered on the other person's cuffs was resonating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The water elements within a radius of 100 miles spontaneously condensed into a green lotus shadow.

Chen Yun tapped lightly on the residual image of Xutian Ding with his fingertips, and eighty years of time flashed back in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the mist cocoon transformed by the Spirit Eye Spring, the spiritual energy tide caused by the third level of "Taixu Yantian Jue" once caused the restrictions of the entire Xutian Palace to shake.

What puzzled him most was not the natural breakthrough, but the fact that the chasm between the peak of the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul Realm actually melted away on its own when he was comprehending the Tongbao Jue.

The Nascent Soul floating in the Purple Mansion suddenly opened its third eye, and the stars reflected in its eyes perfectly matched the star map on the inner wall of the Xutian Ding.

"Gan Daoyou, you know"

Chen Yun suddenly raised his eyes, and a chaotic blue lotus bloomed in the depths of his pupils.

"Has the Chaoyin Cave, which is opened every sixty years in Guixu, appeared recently?"

The star plate in Gan Lin's hand cracked into three cracks. This was the secret astrology warning from the Huangsha Sect. He suppressed his shock and responded:

"A mirage appeared in Chaoyin Cave last month, and the Thirty-Six Islands are being prepared." (End of this chapter)