Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The weirdo waved his hand slightly and said calmly:

"I am very happy that you are so cautious. How can I blame you?"

Upon seeing this, the other cultivators also took the jade slip and began to investigate.

Soon, all the monks in the hall showed surprise on their faces, and then came forward to salute and greet.

"It's Uncle Seven!"

"Meet the Third Uncle!"

For a while, greetings came one after another.

"Haha, no need to formalize at all." The weirdo was in a very good mood and sat on the main seat without any hesitation.

In the side hall, more than ten monks were sitting in meditation. They were dressed in various clothes, some in Taoist robes, some in cassocks, and some in elegant long gowns, all of them displaying their unfathomable cultivation.

Two of them were particularly eye-catching: a square-faced monk in brocade robes and an old woman holding a golden cane, both of whom had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm; the old man with a black crown was also among them.

In the silence of the crowd, some people seemed a little anxious, and their eyes drifted towards the palace door from time to time, as if they were waiting for an important person.

The square-faced monk suddenly asked the white-haired Taoist priest opposite him:

"Eleventh brother, are you sure it was him? I witnessed the death of my seventh uncle three hundred years ago, how could it be him?"

Before he finished speaking, a man with a strange face appeared in the center of the hall.

This man had yellow eyebrows, eyes as small as beans, an abnormally large head, and a heavy object hanging around his neck, which was swaying from side to side. He looked extremely weird.

No one expected that when the monks in the hall saw this person, they stood up in shock.

"Seventh Uncle has a unique appearance, how could I make a mistake. Besides, even if the other person is fake, Seventh Uncle's magic weapon, Frost Moon Blade, can't be wrong."

The old Taoist responded with a wry smile.

"Don't be nervous, second brother. We will know whether it is true or false in a moment. With so many of us here, how could there be any mistakes?"

“If he is really the Seventh Uncle, then God is helping the Ye family. If he is fake, even if he is a late Nascent Soul cultivator, it will be difficult for him to step out of this palace.”

An old woman in the middle stage of Nascent Soul said grimly.

"Having said that, it's better to be careful."

The square-faced monk nodded, sighed and said no more.

About an hour later, several bell sounds were heard in the distance.

Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door of the hall, and a tall and thin figure appeared at the door.

Then he took a light step and instantly reached the center of the hall.

This person's appearance appeared before everyone, and he was the mysterious person they had been waiting for.

"Are you really Uncle Seven?"

An old woman asked respectfully, repeating the words of the third brother, her tone revealing her awe of the seventh uncle's strength and the importance she attached to this news.

There is an extraordinary being called a weirdo.

A solemn expression slowly emerged on his face, and then he slowly opened his mouth, recounting the past events that were hidden deep in the years.

In the past, major sects attacked him in secret and brazenly.

At that time, he was at a critical stage where he was expected to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage.

It was precisely because of this realm that was about to be broken through that various forces became covetous and set numerous traps to kill him by any means necessary.

Fortunately, the clan had made careful arrangements and paved a way for him to survive, allowing him to narrowly escape the disaster.

Then, living up to the earnest expectations of everyone in the clan, he successfully broke through the realm and advanced successfully.

According to the strict orders left by the previous elders of the clan, he must not have any contact with the outside world unless the Ye family faces a huge crisis of life and death.

The gears of fate turn quietly.

Recently, the only three guys who knew of his existence found his whereabouts and told him everything about the plan that the Ye family was secretly carrying out.

As the current great elder of the clan, the third boy earnestly requested him to help the Ye family overcome the difficulties.

After careful consideration, the weirdo knew that this matter concerned the life and death of the Ye family and that he could not afford to slack off in the slightest.

So, he resolutely decided to go there in person to provide assistance to the Ye family.

"Now that Uncle Seven and Brother Three are traveling together, we will have the assistance of two powerful men who have reached the Mahayana stage on this trip to Southern Xinjiang."

The square-faced monk showed a look of delight and continued:

"With the addition of the elite forces of the Ye family and the guest elders we have recruited, our strength is enough to compete with the ten great sects of good and evil."

The skinny weirdo nodded and said, "I just need to take action. Whether the Ye family can break free from the shackles of good and evil depends entirely on luck."

Before he finished speaking, demonic energy surged around him. He was the only remaining supreme elder of the Ye family.

After the elders left, in a secret palace somewhere in the imperial city, a two-headed demon shadow was spewing out black mist.

As the demonic energy converged, it turned into the appearance of the young man - this was the ancient demon lurking in the Ye family.

"The injuries have recovered 70% to 80%."

The monster clapped his hands and sneered: "When the southern border is opened, those idiots will definitely take me with them. At that time..."

His four eyes flashed with scarlet blood.

At the same time, in the Yinluo Sect’s stronghold outside Jinjing, Ge Tianhao was having a secret conversation with Saint Tianlan.

"Fu Cheng from the Jiuyou Sect has appeared in the southern border, and that person is likely to be traveling with him. The Grand Elder of our sect has already set out to kill him. Fairy, are you willing to go with him?"

Lin Yinping gently stroked the silver ornaments on her temples and responded calmly:

"The Grassland Palace Guards will soon arrive in Jinjing. After meeting up with Master Xu, I will personally go to Southern Xinjiang."

"Daoyou Xu is here in person? This is a rare opportunity."

Ge Tianhao's eyes gleamed, "When the fairy has finished her important business, I will definitely accompany her as a guard."

"Is there really no trace of Wang Lin?" the saint suddenly asked with a frown.

In the eyes of several people, Wang Lin was as cunning as a fox. He had been listed as a guest official of three sects before, but since then he disappeared without a trace and has never appeared again.

Ge Tianhao showed hatred on his face and said in a cold voice: "Even if we kill all those insignificant ant sects, it will probably be difficult to lure him out."

Lin Yinping nodded slightly, her expression calm, her jade fingers lightly tapped the table, and said slowly:
"I have sent spies to quietly sneak into Tiannan. We just need to wait for Master Xu to bring back information. By then, we will completely destroy this person's foundation and make sure he has no place to stand."

Hearing this, Ge Tianhao's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he said in a deep voice:

"If we can obtain the details of the mysterious guest's skills, then we will have a good chance of success in the encirclement and suppression. But I wonder when Master Xu will arrive?"

Lin Yinping gritted her teeth and said firmly:

"It will take no more than three months. If Master Xu can work together with your sect's great elder, the villain will be unable to escape."

Ge Tianhao agreed on the surface, but he was secretly thinking in his heart.

This woman pursued him so relentlessly in the name of revenge, but how could a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage be someone he could easily deal with?

There must be some unknown secret hidden in this, which must be carefully investigated before we can act correctly.

At this moment, cold sweat quietly broke out on Lin Yinping's palms.

The longer the holy beast's clone is imprisoned, the greater the risk detected by the upper realm.

Thinking of this, she made up her mind to drive the tiger to devour the wolf and use the power of Yinluo Sect to implement her plan.

On a distant frontier post road in southern Xinjiang, Xiang Zhili was chatting and laughing with several young monks who were just starting out on the path to immortality.

This round-faced old man looks nothing special, just like an ordinary person, but in fact he is a peerless master in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Since the mysterious disappearance of Tianfu Sect, they have inexplicably appeared here. At this moment, the Dajin cultivation world is in turmoil, and the unusual movements of the Ye family have aroused suspicion from many parties.

The leaders of various factions held frequent secret meetings, apparently planning response strategies.

Three months later, the Yinjiao Mountain volcano group suddenly erupted. A long and clear roar pierced the sky, and a green light broke out of the ground and quickly traveled thousands of miles away.

The low-level monks who witnessed this scene were all shocked.

Seven days later, the green rainbow appeared again above the vast forest in southern Xinjiang, pointing directly to the miasma basin in the west.

When approaching the edge of the thousand-foot poisonous miasma, the escaping light suddenly dropped.

"Brother Wang Dao is late."

An old man named Fu stood up to greet him. Sitting around him were Bai Yaoyi, the cultivator named Yuan, and others. "Fellow Daoist Bai and Fellow Daoist Yuan have been waiting for three days."

Wang Lin bowed and said, "I hope you can forgive me for the delay caused by refining the weapon."

"It doesn't matter."

Bai Yaoyi's eyes moved:
"The Yin wind in the Yin-Yang Cave will decay for three months. Brother Dao, do you need to recuperate?"

"Fairy Bai is right." The old man surnamed Fu nodded, "You need to be in the best condition before entering the cave."

Wang Lin looked at the valley entrance vaguely visible in the fog, and with his hands, he showed the Jade Wood Spirit Stone: "In this case, please allow me to recuperate for two days."

After saying this, he sat down and entered into a state of meditation, with spiritual energy filling his entire body.

On the morning of the third day, everyone was standing on the edge of the poisonous miasma.

The monk surnamed Yuan offered up the poison-repelling jade ruyi, and silver ripples cleared the mist:

"This valley is off-limits to the air, you must walk through it. Don't let your guard down, beware of the bone-eating insects in the miasma."

Seven spiritual shields lit up one after another, and the monk named Yuan stepped into the sea of ​​fog first with a light tap of his toes.

Wang Lin lowered his eyes and formed a seal. The Taiyi Qingmu Shield quietly emerged and disappeared into the surging poisonous miasma with everyone.

In the depths of the poisonous miasma, a silver light suddenly appeared, and more than ten flaming arrows shot out through the air.

As the fire snake rolled around, the hundred-step Gu nest turned into scorched earth in an instant.

"Fellow Daoist Wang's fire control technique is difficult to achieve even for those who specialize in the Way of Fire."

The female cultivator in plain clothes clapped her hands and chuckled.

"It's just a trick. Practice makes perfect."

The young man in green responded calmly, his eyes reflecting the dying flames.

The outline of ravines appeared in the depths of the mist, and the evil energy surged like an ink dragon.

The monk surnamed Yuan used hand gestures to activate the jade ruyi, and silver light burst out, dispersing the fog.

But he saw a hundred-foot-wide chasm stretching across the front, and a dark evil gale gushed out from the Netherworld, tearing the poisonous miasma into pieces.

The walls of the abyss were covered in dark ice, and the sound of ghosts howling swirled up with the vortex.

"This is the appearance of the Yin-Yang Cave." The old man surnamed Fu held up the purple pearl, and there seemed to be stars flowing inside the pearl:
"Ordinary evil spirits are nothing to be afraid of, but the terrifying gale three hundred feet below is difficult for even a Yuanying cultivator to deal with for a long time."

The purple light was like a spirit, causing the Nascent Soul in Dantian to tremble slightly. When Wang Lin was concentrating on observing the pearl, he suddenly felt his soul shaken.

Seeing this, Bai Yaoyi formed a seal with her hands and reminded softly:

"Fellow Daoist, be careful. This is the soul-capturing precious light."

The Great Evolution Divine Art started to work spontaneously, and its clear light cleansed the mind, helping Wang Lin to calm his mind.

Looking up, the cultivator surnamed Yuan and Bai Yaoyi both had pale faces, obviously affected by the soul-capturing power.

"This pearl has extraordinary soul-sucking ability. Fellow Taoists, you need to concentrate and deal with it."

The old man surnamed Fu changed his finger gestures, the purple pearl shone brightly, and a thirty-foot barrier enveloped everyone.

The power of the gale suddenly decreased, and the black ice at the bottom of the abyss reflected a faint purple halo, as if it were the Nine Nether Hell.

The cultivator surnamed Yuan put away the jade talisman and said in a deep voice: "The Nine Netherworld Treasure is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

A red cloud rose from the old man's palm, and he said, "The power of this thing has not yet been fully unleashed."

After saying this, he jumped into the abyss first, and everyone followed closely behind, each offering their own magic weapons.

Wang Lin's body was swirling with golden light and lightning bolts to ward off evil spirits, as if he had life.

They move around on the body's surface like golden dragons, which is quite extraordinary.

Thousands of miles away, above the nameless cold pond, the Ye family members were listening to the black-robed monk’s report on the battle situation.

Four hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Ye family glimpsed the secret of Kunwu Mountain from the ancient broken stele.

This blessed land of immortals was sunk into the earth veins by monks in ancient times. It is said that it contains two magical treasures that can reach the sky.

The third generation of great elders personally presided over the work of finding the entrance. After a hundred years of hard work, the entrance was finally found at the bottom of the pool.

A mysterious weirdo nodded, and the young-looking ancient demon behind him had a deep look in his eyes.

The square-faced monk clapped his hands and praised:

“If we can obtain these two spiritual treasures, the Ye family will no longer have to fear the good and evil.”

As the water in the pond rippled, the formation diagram showed the trend of the earth veins. The joints in Gu Mo's sleeves made a slight sound, and he thought to himself:
"When Kunwu Mountain appears in the world, that will be the day I take back my demon body."

The black-robed monk unfolded the formation diagram, and the mysterious patterns flowed continuously. He continued:

"The ancient restrictions are linked together, and we need to rely on the power of heaven and earth to counter them."

"The third generation of great elders gathered a hundred array masters and after a hundred years of research, they finally found a way to crack it."

His fingertips traced the shadow on the lake:
"However, the rare spiritual materials needed to set up the formation are piled up like mountains, and they need to be prepared in secret. The project has been intermittent for a hundred years and was only completed recently."

The star tracks in the formation diagram lit up instantly:

"After a month, when the last Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation is completed, we will be able to suppress the strange phenomena when the ban is broken."

After he stepped down, the cultivators of the Ye family began to discuss.

"It's actually the legendary Kunwu Immortal Mountain!"

"No wonder half of the family's resources have to be mobilized!"

While everyone was discussing, the square-faced monk snorted coldly:
"Don't be too complacent. If the treasure is as easy to obtain as taking something out of a bag, why would you alarm Uncle Seven?"

The old man in Taoist attire slowly twisted his beard and said, "With a Mahayana cultivator here to guard the place, why should we be afraid of the restriction?"

"Do you know why the ancient cultivator would call himself a blessed land?"

The square-faced monk's eyes revealed a cold light:
"Those two magical treasures are most likely deadly baits."

There was a sudden silence in the field.

The weirdo laughed strangely: "Even if it is a den of dragons and tigers, I will definitely go there."

At this time, the square-faced monk turned to the ancient demon and said, "Elder Gu, this operation still relies on your mastery of the ancient secrets."

He flipped his palm and two magic blades appeared:
"When the mission is accomplished, the Nine Nether Demon Soldiers promised earlier will be delivered."

The ancient demon lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the scarlet light in his eyes: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ye."

The demonic patterns in his sleeves surged darkly, followed by a slight tremor coming from deep within the earth veins.

The ancient demon has already made plans for this time. As long as nothing goes wrong, the Holy Lord will definitely be rescued.

And these Ye family cultivators in front of him are nothing more than nourishment for the Holy Lord.

The ancient demon put his hands behind his back and looked coldly at everyone present, his cold eyes seemed to be looking at someone other than a living being. (End of this chapter)