Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 277 Ancient Demon
"There is no other reason, except that I have gained something from this trip and I don't want to take any more unnecessary risks."

"The road to becoming an immortal is long and full of dangers. I have no interest in staying in this dangerous place for long."

The old man surnamed Lu smiled, his eyes sparkling with shrewdness, and continued:

"Haha, Brother Wang really knows how to protect himself."

"However, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the two of us to synchronize our itinerary with that of Daoist Fellow Daoist Wang. Daoist Fellow Wang, why don't you go ahead and leave the valley alone?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Wang, I wonder if you plan to act alone in this operation?"

Nanlong Hou smiled, his eyes revealing a sense of confidence:

"If you leave with the all-important Liang Yi Ring, the North Pole Yuan Guang in the passage will be extremely dangerous. How should Fellow Daoist Lu and I deal with it?"

"We have already made thorough preparations for this, so there is no need to worry about it, brother." The old man surnamed Lu responded calmly.

"Master Cang Kun has successfully found a mysterious teleportation array deep in the inner valley. With this array, we can teleport directly to the outer valley."

Nanlong Hou continued.

"It's just that the teleportation array is still some distance away from here. If we return along the original route, the speed will be faster."

He paused slightly, his expression slightly solemn:

"If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have revealed this news to you, brother."

When Wang Lin heard this, he was stunned at first, but then his expression returned to normal and he nodded slightly, as if he believed what Nanlong Hou said.

"I see. Then I will bid farewell to the two Taoist friends here. I hope that the two of you will gain a lot from this journey of opportunity."

"Thank you for your kind words, Brother Wang." Nanlong Hou and the old man surnamed Lu said in unison.

Seeing that Wang Lin was indeed preparing to leave, the two men were secretly delighted and watched Wang Lin leave.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, took one last glance at the crystal skeleton, then turned into a green rainbow and flew towards the exit, disappearing in an instant.

The old man, who was originally smiling, gradually lost his smile after seeing Wang Lin’s escape light leave.

At the same time, Nanlong Hou calmly patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and several golden birds flew out of it.

These magical birds are the orioles carefully raised by Marquis Nanlong.

"go with!"

As Nanlong Hou called out softly, several orioles suddenly turned into golden streams of light and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the departing oriole, Nanlong Hou closed his eyes slightly, as if he had entered the oriole's field of vision, carefully observing the surrounding environment.

Of course, the most important thing is to find Wang Lin's whereabouts.

To prevent Wang Lin from coming back and disturbing the two of them.

Seeing this, Lu Weiying raised his eyebrows slightly, stood quietly aside and said nothing more.

Half an hour passed before Nanlonghou slowly opened his eyes.

"He should have left, or at least not been hanging around."

Nanlong Hou looked calm and spoke slowly:
"The oriole has searched the area within a radius of ten miles, but has not found any trace of it."

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Lu frowned slightly and raised his doubts:

"You once said that this person has extraordinary spiritual awareness. Did he use the method of hiding to avoid Qianlili's search?"

Nanlong Hou stroked his chin lightly, revealing an unfathomable smile, and said confidently:
"If he is really hiding nearby, he will definitely not escape my detection. As for the specific reasons, I will not explain them in detail to Brother Lu."

After hearing what Nanlong Hou said, Lu Weiying had no choice but to believe it.

But after thinking carefully for a moment, he began to perform the magic formula.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of white light instantly enveloped the two of them.

Looking at Lu Weiying's actions, Nanlong Hou chuckled and understood.

After Lu Weiying finished setting up the soundproof cover, he finally felt relieved and said:

"It's always good to be cautious. This Daoist Wang is hard to fathom, and we can never understand him at all."

"His cultivation level doesn't seem to be very high, but he gives me a feeling of being unfathomable. The last time he looked at the skeleton, it was as if he had insight into some mystery."

But when he said the last sentence, he couldn't help but reveal a bit of surprise.

Nanlong Hou shook his head and said:
“Brother Lu, don’t worry too much. Although Wang Lin has supernatural powers, he may not be able to understand the secret of this skeleton.”

At this point, Nanlong Hou chuckled and replied, "Maybe it was just an unintentional act. After all, this skeleton is indeed extraordinary."

"Whether he noticed something unusual or not, the fact is that he didn't want to go with us."

"He may think that he has the ability to search for treasure in the inner valley alone."

The old man added after thinking for a moment.

"There's no need to dwell on this matter. As long as Wang Lin doesn't come to interfere with us, it doesn't matter whether he really left the valley or not. We just need to be more vigilant."

"Time is running out, so we should speed up our actions."

Little did they know that Wang Lin had already known about their actions and even knew that they would release the ancient demon.

Originally, Wang Lin planned to kill the ancient demon directly.

But on second thought, Lingmiao Garden will only appear after the two of them open the blood curse door and release the ancient demon.

The opportunity for me to break through to the late Nascent Soul stage is still in Lingmiao Garden.

In addition, the ancient demon is also one of the important cores for opening the Kunwu Mountain copy in the future.

If there were no ancient demon, it is hard to say whether the Kunwu Mountain copy would disappear.

The Kunwu Mountain copy is very important to Wang Lin.

It not only concerns the coordinates of the spiritual world, but also the chance to obtain several magical treasures.

Wang Lin naturally didn't want to miss these opportunities.

……

"These ancient skeletons are the key to opening the door to the blood curse. Since this door is sealed with a powerful restriction, the things hidden inside must be extremely precious."

Nanlong Hou was filled with joy and could not help but say:
"In ancient times, blood curse doors were often used to protect places with precious treasures. The remains of the ancient cultivator that turned transparent are a sign that this curse has been cast."

“Master Cang Kun failed to succeed back then, but now we have benefited from it.

The old man surnamed Lu pondered for a moment and said:
"Compared to the treasure behind the Blood Curse Gate, the treasures we have obtained so far are indeed not worth mentioning. We should set off as soon as possible to retrieve the treasures."

Nanlong Hou also agreed: "Brother Lu's words make sense. I am also looking forward to what is behind the Blood Curse Gate."

“If Master Cang Kun hadn’t discovered the remains of this ancient cultivator nearby, we probably wouldn’t have been able to crack this door.”

The old man surnamed Lu didn't care about this: "What story? I have no interest in it. Brother Nanlong, let's go."

A moment later, two beams of light shot out from the cave at the foot of the giant peak, instantly crossed the giant peak, and rushed towards a mysterious place.

At this time, Wang Lin did not stop, but had already started his return journey, and now he has traveled a hundred miles away.

Yin Yue asked in Wang Lin’s mind:
"Master, why are you leaving so resolutely? Those two seem to be hiding something from you, especially the skeleton, which seems to hold a secret."

Wang Lin responded calmly: "I understand this matter, but I have other things to deal with."

"I see,"

Yin Yue suddenly realized.

"However, the master suddenly picked up the green silk robe at the end. What was the meaning? I really don't understand. Could it be that the master really covets this thing?"

She asked again curiously. Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

Yin Yue looked puzzled and asked softly, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

Wang Lin did not respond, but quickly reached out and slapped the storage bag.

A green light flashed, and a light silk robe appeared in his hand.

With a "sizzle" sound, Wang Lin used his hands like hooks to easily tear open the corner of the green silk robe.

Seeing this, Yin Yue couldn't help but look surprised.

Wang Lin took out a piece of something with a strange texture from the gap between his green robes. It was neither cloth nor silk.

Some crude lines of varying thickness were outlined on it with a charcoal pencil, and the drawing technique was extremely primitive.

Afterwards, he put away his torn green robe, held the thin and soft object in one hand, and looked at it carefully with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"This is a map. It looks like a map of the Demon Valley."

Wang Lin stared at the map in his hand. Yin Yue, who was standing beside him, could also see it clearly. After just a few quick glances, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

Wang Lin remained silent, his eyes fixed on a large, eye-catching mark on the map, his eyes gradually narrowing.

The strong wind from the Demon Valley swept across the mountain ridge with purple miasma. Wang Lin stood on the edge of the cliff, and the jade slip in his hand emitted a faint green light.

In the distance, several conical peaks were looming in the clouds, perfectly coinciding with the terrain outline scribbled in the jade slip.

He rubbed his index finger on the "Li" rune, which was the lava lake where the Lingzhu fruit was located.

"Master, if we want to bypass the ghost spider nest, it will take two more days."

Yin Yue's voice rang out in her sea of ​​consciousness, and the shadow of a spirit fox flashed across the surface of the jade slip.

Wang Lin noticed that when the shadow passed over the map mark, the three fox tails were entangled together unnaturally.

Three hundred feet underground, Lu Weiying's water-repellent beads made crackling sounds as they could not bear the weight.

The black water seeping out of the rock wall carried a pungent smell and corroded fine holes in the protective aura.

The water-dividing flag in the palm of Nanlonghou's hand suddenly turned, with the tip of the flag pointing directly to the rock wall on the right.

“Here it is.”

Nanlong Hou bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the flag.

The water-dividing flag suddenly transformed into the phantom of a three-headed dragon. Amid the dragon's roar, the rock wall melted like wax, revealing a blood-glowing corridor behind it.

Lu Weiying's pupils suddenly shrank - there were hundreds of skulls inlaid on both sides of the corridor, and a faint green phosphorescent light was flickering in each eye socket.

When his shadow passed over a skull, the phosphorescent fire suddenly surged, reflecting the densely packed spells on the inner wall of the skull.

"Master Cangkun is really good at this."

Nanlong Hou sneered, and the jade pendant on his waist suddenly burst into white light.

The moment the end of the corridor was illuminated, the two of them held their breath at the same time - on the ten-foot-high blood-red stone gate, the fangs of the one-horned ghost head were slowly oozing black blood.

The ghost head on the surface of the stone gate suddenly moved its eyes, and Lu Weiying's Nascent Soul involuntarily left his body three inches away.

He roared, and his life-saving magic weapon, the Mysterious Ice Mirror, shot out from between his eyebrows. Seven ice rings emerged from the cold mist and locked the Nascent Soul back into his body.

"Brother Nanlong! What's going on!" The old man's hair and beard were all standing out, and the Xuanbing Mirror was covered with spider-web-like cracks.

Nanlong Hou seemed not to hear anything and stared blankly at the vertical pupil on the ghost's forehead.

The figure of Master Cangkun was reflected there, throwing something shining with golden light into the door.

When he reached out to touch the vertical pupil, the entire stone gate suddenly trembled, and the ghost's mouth opened and spewed out a smelly blood mist.

Eight chain shadows emerged from the blood mist and instantly pierced through Nanlonghou's limbs.

Lu Weiying was horrified and wanted to retreat, but he found that his feet had become one with the bluestone ground without him knowing when.

The ghost's fangs were slowly closing, and the shadows of the two of them were being sucked into the gap between the fangs bit by bit.

Thousands of miles away, Wang Lin suddenly pressed his eyebrows.

"It's a blood sacrifice!" Yin Yue said weakly, "At least at the late Nascent Soul stage."

Wang Lin raised his lips slightly, and said silently in his heart: "Finally appeared."

Nanlong Hou was holding the water-dividing flag between his fingertips, and the pond water that had soaked the flag was oozing blood.

Lu Weiying's water-repellent beads made a "cracking" sound as they could not bear the weight, and the shadow of the ice fish swimming inside the bead was stained with black spots.

"rise!"

Nanlong Hou suddenly shouted, and the water-dividing flag transformed into the shadow of a three-headed dragon.

The moment the dragon's head bit the rock wall, the bluestone made a sound like a baby crying, and sticky black blood gushed out of the cracks.

Lu Weiying's Xuanbingjian suddenly protected its master on its own. Seven ice rings enveloped the two of them. The black blood immediately solidified into a hideous ghost face when it touched the ice surface.

The phantom of the dragon roared towards the sky, and wherever the dragon's tail swept past, the rock wall peeled off like rotten meat, revealing a bronze corridor behind it.

The skull lamps on both sides of the corridor opened their eyes at the same time, and the dark green phosphorescent light reflected the densely packed blood curse runes on the wall.

The jade pendant on Nanlonghou's waist suddenly became hot, and the residual image of Cangkun sealed in the jade was shaking.

"open!"

Nanlong Hou bit his tongue and sprayed his blood on the suspended remains of the ancient cultivator.

An eight-petal lotus mark suddenly appeared on the skeleton's sternum. The moment the golden sword fell, the lotus exploded into thousands of golden threads, turning the skeleton into crystal sand.

When the bone sand touched the fangs of Shimen's ghost face, the fangs spasmed and contracted like a living thing.

Lu Weiying suddenly groaned, and the flag in his hand burst into a dazzling white light.

The wind god totem embroidered on the flag opened its third eye, and the hurricane carried the bone sand to form a tornado.

Black blood oozed from the ghost face's fangs, but condensed into ice crystals when it touched the wind dragon - the Xuanbingjian had been embedded in the top of the corridor at some point, turning the entire space into an extremely cold area.

"It's now!"

Nanlonghou's pupils turned into vertical ones, and the golden sword suddenly split into nine shadows.

When the sword light fell, an eight-armed Shura Dharma image emerged on the surface of the stone gate, but was pierced through the scapula by a chain made of bone sand.

The Shura Dharma Image let out an earth-shattering roar, the sound waves shattered the three skull lamps, and black blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The moment the stone door collapsed, the golden thunder bamboo on the altar suddenly burst into lightning.

Lu Weiying's hair and beard were stirred up by static electricity, and the Xuanbing Mirror reflected his distorted face - the pupil of his left eye was being corroded by blood.

Nanlong Hou suddenly threw out the jade pendant from his waist, and the residual image of Cangkun in the jade made hand gestures and chanted a spell, forcing a wisp of black air out from Lu Weiying's crown.

"Look at that pestle."

Nanlong Hou's sword tip lightly touched the bottom of the altar. Half of the vajra was immersed in the blood pool, and the "卍" seal on the body of the vajra was rotating in the opposite direction.

Every time ripples appeared in the blood pool, the small Sumeru Vajra Formation on the wall would flicker, and the array patterns were mixed with the devil's soul-devouring curse.

Lu Weiying suddenly stumbled back, his shadow being swallowed by the pool of blood.

The Tianyuan Fruit on the altar suddenly cracked, and a centipede crawled out of the flesh, with a miniature blood curse engraved on each segment of its shell.

Nanlonghou's golden sword suddenly wailed, and the same corrosion patterns as the vajra appeared on the sword body.

The blood pool suddenly boiled, and eight golden corpses of Arhats floated to the bottom of the pool.

(End of this chapter)