Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Mysterious and complex spells are engraved on each chain.

These ancient runes seem to carry endless mysteries, waiting for the destined person to start a journey of exploration.

The broken blade at the core is already damaged and dilapidated.

But there is still a frightening and murderous aura in the air.

The evil aura was so strong that it caused the Fengyun Sword to remain in its sheath.

It also hummed and vibrated uncontrollably, as if it sensed the strong suppression from something of the same origin.

At this moment, tadpole-shaped words slowly emerged on the stone tablet by the pool, and the crystal tablet also flew out with a whistling sound.

On the surface of the crystal monument, the star map sparkled brightly, echoing with the sword formation, creating an extremely mysterious resonance, as if the laws of heaven and earth were faintly revealed here.

"I see……"

Wang Lin whispered softly, his fingertips slowly running across the mysterious inscription.

The strange thing was that those ancient characters were automatically arranged and reorganized within his consciousness, turning into an unfathomable secret book on weapon forging.

It turns out that in the past, when the Kunwu monk evacuated, he sealed an unfinished god-killing weapon here.

With the help of the majestic and powerful fire of the earth veins here, it can be nurtured for thousands of years.

At this moment, the magma pool seemed to be touched by some force and suddenly boiled violently.

The nine swords rang out simultaneously, shaking the hall and causing fire rain to fall from the roof, as if doomsday was approaching.

The broken blade slowly turned towards Wang Lin's direction. This ferocious weapon had been nurtured for thousands of years.

The weapon actually had a spirit, as if it had its own life consciousness, and it released an inexplicable perception towards Wang Lin.

Inside the towering palace, red clouds surged like tides. Thirty-six coiled dragon flaming pillars stood proudly, absorbing the essence of the earth fire.

The ancient bronze tripod in the center is more than nine meters high, with deep Taotie patterns on its body. After being calcined by the earth's fire for thousands of years, it has a glazed luster.

Red mist rose from the mouth of the cauldron and condensed into the shadow of a nine-headed fire phoenix, circling in a circle.

The green light protecting Wang Lin's body rippled due to the impact of the scorching heat, and his exposed skin felt a slight burning pain, as if he was in the depths of lava.

Wang Lin had a stern look on his face, and he waved the sword in his hand lightly. The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was like a spirit snake emerging from the sea.

In an instant, it turned into a dazzling stream of light and rushed towards the northwest center of the formation like lightning.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the sound of metal clashing broke the silence in the hall.

The formation plate buried deep in the earth veins shattered into countless pieces under the fierce blow of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

In an instant, the pillar of fire that was originally burning in the hall suddenly went out, as if life was taken away in an instant.

The red clouds flowing on the surface of the ancient tripod slowly dissipated like the receding tide, gradually revealing the mysterious star track patterns on its body.

After careful observation, it turned out to be the Zhoutian weapon refining formation that had been lost long ago in ancient times. This formation was mysterious and contained endless mysteries.

When Wang Lin's consciousness slowly penetrated the wall of the cauldron, his pupils suddenly shrank and a storm surged in his heart.

The situation inside the cauldron was completely different from the magic weapon embryo he had imagined in advance. What appeared before his eyes was a ball of endlessly leaping red-gold fire.

At the core of this flame, the shape of a three-legged golden crow can be vaguely seen, mysterious and majestic.

This ball of innate true fire, after being tempered for tens of thousands of years, actually gave birth to the prototype of the spirit of the weapon, which is truly a rare wonder in the world.

At this moment, this ball of innate true fire seemed to be sensitively sensing the breath of the outside world.

Suddenly it turned into a fire meteor, and with an unstoppable momentum, it violently hit the wall of the tripod.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the entire hall began to shake violently, as if it might collapse at any time.

At this critical moment, the Mystic Ice Formation was activated instantly, condensing a frost mist. Seventy-two cold rays were like sharp arrows embedded deep into the earth veins, stabilizing the formation.

At the same time, a layer of water curtain barrier quickly wrapped around the ancient tripod, causing the temperature of the tripod to drop by 30%, temporarily easing the tense situation.

Wang Lin's face was calm, and his fingertips quickly formed a spell. As he moved, seven ten-thousand-year-old black jades flew out of the storage bag.

These seven pieces of black jade exude an ancient and mysterious aura.

In the void, he outlined the Beidou Soul Sealing Formation along a specific trajectory, trying to seal the situation that was about to get out of control.

The Golden Crow in the cauldron seemed to have a spirit and instantly split into nine fire snakes, breaking out of the boundary.

Wang Lin released a swarm of gold-eating insects from his sleeves. The insects quickly formed a Gengjin sword net, which collided with the fire snake, causing sparks to fly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Lin bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist condensed in the air and transformed into an ancient talisman, which was the "Fire Binding Soul Curse" recorded on the crystal stele.

The Golden Crow spirit screamed continuously, and when the fire snakes reunited, they had shrunk three times smaller than before.

Wang Lin activated the Three Flame Fan, and the golden, silver and red spiritual flames turned into chains that tightly wrapped around the weapon spirit.

The star tracks on the tripod body suddenly brightened, the lava patterns on the ground and the crystal monument resonated with each other, and the entire Spirit Transformation Hall slowly sank into the depths of the earth veins.

"So this is the real furnace for refining weapons!"

Wang Lin suddenly realized that the red rock under his feet had turned into flowing magma.

He stepped on the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and soared into the sky. The starlight shot out from the crystal tablet in his hand and connected with the star track on the cauldron.

The Golden Crow spirit cried unwillingly, and finally turned into a stream of light and sank into the crystal stele. Suddenly, the totem of a Golden Crow with spread wings appeared on the stele.

When the dome of the Spirit Transformation Hall collapsed, Wang Lin flew out on his sword, breaking through the obstacles.

Looking back, I saw that the Spirit Transformation Hall had fallen into the earth's fire veins, and only the red-flaming lava was roaring and surging outside the protective formation.

The crystal tablet in his hand emitted a fiery spiritual fluctuation, and the Golden Crow spirit within it was reshaped in the fire in an independent space.

The value of this opportunity far exceeds initial expectations.

Looking at the location of Kunwu Palace from afar, a blood-red beam of light suddenly broke through the sky, at the same time.

The earth-shaking roar of the old ancestor Qianmo and the hissing sound from the space cracks intertwined and echoed.

Wang Lin raised his fingertips slightly and tapped lightly on the crystal stele. Mysterious star track patterns were flowing on the surface of the crystal stele.

A frosty smile gradually appeared at the corner of his lips.

It is reported that the real treasure of Kunwu Mountain may be hidden in the core secret realm of the Divine Vein and Spiritual Pivot.

Twelve frost-winged centipedes flapped their wings and hung high above the giant cauldron. Their mouthparts opened and closed continuously, and cold mist rolled out.

Purple light flickered in Wang Lin’s eyes, and he slowly put his hands together, forming a mysterious seal.

In an instant, purple fire rose from his palm and condensed into a palm that was ten feet in size, which swiftly shot towards the lid of the cauldron.

On the body of the cauldron, red flames suddenly burned fiercely, and the flames intertwined and entangled with each other, turning into a phoenix rising from the fire, standing tall with its head held high, spewing out flames that burn the sky from its mouth.

“Go!” Wang Lin held the sword in his hand and pointed it down quickly.

Suddenly, the frost centipedes roared in unison, and a white cold wave poured down like water from a river in the sky, carrying chains of ice crystals with it, which quickly entangled the wings of the fire phoenix.

The five fingers of the giant purple flame palm were like hooks, which crushed the remaining flames on the phoenix head fiercely. The remaining force did not diminish as it directly grabbed the ears of the tripod.

There was a clang sound, as if the sound of metal colliding with each other, and the lid of the black iron tripod was blown away, and a red light shot up into the sky.

A sharp whistling sound suddenly erupted from the cauldron, and a red light burst out into the air like lightning.

Before the two frost centipedes could swing their tails to intercept, the ball of light had already penetrated the blue light curtain protecting the palace.

Wang Lin put his two fingers together and pointed them forward like a sword. Seventy-two green sword energies intertwined with each other, forming a tight sword net, which slashed at the fleeing red light one by one.

With each sword energy that fell, the ball of light dimmed a little, and was finally captured firmly in the palm of the giant purple flame palm.

"This is Taiyin True Fire!"

Wang Lin stared intently at the faint blue flame in the palm of his hand, and saw that deep in the flame, there seemed to be a moon quietly rotating.

At this time, cold fog filled the surface of the tripod and gradually condensed into ice crystals, completely sealing up this ancient spiritual artifact.

"That's ridiculous. This is actually the True Fire of the Moon. Together with the True Fire of the Sun, it is known as the Supreme Flame of the Three Realms."

Suddenly, a clear female voice was heard in his sea of ​​consciousness, like the sound of an icy spring hitting a rock, crisp and pleasant to the ear. Wang Lin was very familiar with this voice.

"Silver Moon!"

"My Lord, this is the true essence of Taiyin."

The shadow of a silver moon slowly emerged from the Qiankun bracelet. With a light tap of her white hand, in an instant, countless stardust outlined obscure Taoist patterns on the surface of the flame.

"My Lord, please look at the depths of this flame—"

Wang Lin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that at the core of the red flame, there was an ice crystal symbol the size of a grain of rice condensed.

Every time this symbol flashed, the floor tiles of the entire hall would be covered with a layer of frost, and even the protective aura of his middle Nascent Soul stage could not help but ripple.

"Could it be that the Mysterious Ice Soul that erupted from the North Sea Eye three years ago was a by-product of this fire?"

Wang Lin tapped the jade pendant on his waist with his knuckles. In an instant, seventy-two restrictive chains fell from the void and firmly imprisoned the leaping fire spirit.

The silver hair on Yin Yue's temples seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, floating on its own even without wind.

In his eyes, there seemed to be broken fragments of memory slowly flowing, and he said softly:

"The 'True Explanation of Lihuo' that emerged in my sea of ​​consciousness once recorded that the refining of Taiyin True Fire requires the Nine Nether Cold Marrow as an initiator, and then the..."

Before he could finish his words, the red flame suddenly burst out with a dazzling cold light.

In an instant, a three-foot-long ice crystal condensed on Wang Lin's right arm, and the cage carefully constructed by the Purple Luo Extreme Fire was torn into a tiny crack at this moment.

The originally blazing fire spirit miraculously transformed into a three-legged ice crow, with an extremely cold aura surrounding it, and rushed towards the dome like a sharp arrow.

"town!"

Wang Lin bit his tongue fiercely, and a mouthful of blood quickly outlined the Burning Heaven Talisman in the void.

The ancient bronze mirror suspended between the beams and pillars suddenly turned over as if driven by some mysterious force.

The stars reflected on the mirror instantly turned into a huge cage, pressing the Ice Crow that tried to break free back to the ground.

The shadow of Yin Yue fluctuated more and more violently, and the moonlight condensed at the fingertips produced a wonderful resonance with the star array. Yin Yue bowed slightly and said respectfully:
"My Lord, this fire has already developed spiritual intelligence."

Wang Lin quietly stared at Bingwu struggling in the bright starlight. Suddenly, he smiled and said slowly:

"It is somewhat similar to your Moon Soul Body."

After saying this, he moved his hands slightly and summoned his natal sword pill.

There was a flickering light on the sword ball, and in an instant the sword light split into three thousand rays. Purple Luoji Fire was cleverly wrapped around each sword energy, like a series of nimble fire snakes.

When Yin Yue heard this, she was stunned.

In the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, some broken images quietly emerged.

It was on a vast ice field. A silver-haired woman holding a moon wheel, with a graceful figure yet exuding an air of determination, was standing face to face with a golden-robed monk who was controlling the true fire of the sun.

However, these memories are like the tide, coming and going quickly, disappearing in a flash, leaving only an indescribable pain in the heart.

She frowned slightly, and suppressed the shock in her soul that was like a raging storm. Then, she pointed her jade finger lightly and accurately at Bingwu's brow. She asked softly:
"My Lord, have you ever understood the mysterious principle of the harmony of yin and yang?"

At this point, she hesitated for a moment, then slowly said:
"If the Taiyin True Fire can be integrated with the essence of the Sun, it may bring new insights into the path of cultivation..."

Just as these words had not yet been completely spoken, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside the hall, as if the end of the world had arrived, breaking the silence and mystery.

Wang Lin's expression condensed, and with a flip of his palm, the exquisite sword formation was quietly put away.

At this point, something strange happened. The mysterious symbol on Bingwu's forehead seemed to be awakened by some mysterious power and suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

Yin Yue couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. At this moment, the entire ball of Taiyin True Fire that was originally spreading seemed to encounter a mysterious gravity.

Suddenly it collapsed into a mustard seed-like existence, and then turned into a stream of light, sinking straight into Wang Lin's dantian.

In an instant, an extremely cold air rushed forward like a giant frost dragon, freezing Wang Lin's Nascent Soul in an instant.

At this moment, the Xutian Ding floating in the Purple Mansion seemed to sense the crisis, and a layer of warm and mysterious green light emanated from the body of the Ding.

The ancient and mysterious pattern of the ancient ferocious beast Taotie on the tripod seemed to have come to life and began to swallow and spit out the bitter cold flames.

"Lord!"

Yin Yue's delicate body trembled, and without hesitation, she turned into a ray of pure moonlight, which quickly sank into Wang Lin's brows.

She used her vast soul power to forcibly protect Wang Lin's precarious sea of ​​consciousness.

Through the frozen Nascent Soul, she clearly saw that the Taiyin True Fire was rapidly blending with the wisp of chaotic energy.

At the same time, in the unique little world inside the cauldron, heavy snow suddenly fell, like a strange and mysterious painting.

Time passed quietly, and three days and three nights passed slowly in tension and silence.

Finally, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a depth and wisdom that came from experiencing many vicissitudes of life.

The red flame dancing on his fingertips had undergone a miraculous change and turned into a light blue flame.

In the center of the flame, a mysterious pattern of Yin and Yang fish can be faintly seen, flowing slowly, as if containing the mystery of Yin and Yang in the universe.

The silver moon shadow beside it became dimmer at this moment, as if its power was about to be exhausted.

However, there was no pain on Yin Yue's face. Instead, she quietly looked at the newborn true fire in Wang Lin's palm, as if she saw endless hope and possibility. (End of this chapter)