Chapter 165 Tianxin Taoist

"Excellent, excellent."

This voice revealed a hint of liking.

Han Yi raised his head with difficulty and was startled.

What shocked him was that his situation at the moment was unprecedentedly bad. Not to mention meeting a foundation-building cultivator, even a third-level Qi training cultivator could take his life. It was really out of his control.

He looked up and saw an old man sitting cross-legged in the void, looking down with interest. Seeing Han Yi, he showed joy.

This old man sitting cross-legged in the void was wearing a purple robe and looked about sixty years old. He had an immortal style and was out of this world. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky.

The aura on his body was unpredictable and round.

He forced himself to use the Qi-Looking Technique to look at the other party, only to see a sharp pain in his eyes and a shock in his heart, like a stormy sea.

Han Yi had only seen the aura of this cultivator on Yuan Shun after his breakthrough, and this aura was several times stronger than Yuan Shun.

This is a Yuanying Zhenjun.

After Han Yi knew his realm, the shock in his heart only flashed by, and he calmed down instead.

If the other party was in the foundation-building stage, he would naturally be shocked, because no matter whether the other party was from the Blood God Sect or other sects, or a casual cultivator, or a Dagan official cultivator, they might kill and take the treasure.

If the other party was in the Jindan stage, he would also be worried. After all, there were many Jindan cultivators in Shuzhou, and even the destroyed Blood God Sect might hide one or two.

But the other party was not in the foundation-building stage, nor in the Jindan stage, but a Yuanying Zhenjun, so Han Yi was not worried.

In Shuzhou, there were only a few sects with Yuanying Zhenjun, but from the words of this old man, Han Yi already knew where this old man came from.

There was only one sect in Shuzhou that would say "It is God's will".

Tianyi Sect.

In Han Yi's mind, a cultivator he had met twice appeared, Zhao Li.

In Daofu City, Han Yi was invited by Luo Yunzhou to help, and he met Zhao Li, a cultivator of Tianyi Sect. Later, after leaving the mysterious place of Luo's spiritual field, he met Zhao Li again.

The two times he met Zhao Li, Han Yi had a sense of resistance to this sect, because he felt that this sect was superstitious and sounded abnormal.

A cultivator fights with heaven and people, how can he trust in heaven's will.

What if one day he goes crazy and the strongest person in the sect thinks that heaven wants to destroy the sect and directly bury the entire sect? Wouldn't it be tragic? Others will be implicated and die too unjustly. It's better to stay away from them for safety.

After figuring out the realm of this old man, Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

In an instant, the whole person collapsed directly like a balloon that was deflated.

Then, waves of severe pain came from his body and soul.

Judging from the outside, Han Yi was extremely miserable at the moment. He was covered in blood, his hands were broken, his spirit was scattered, and he could hardly concentrate. His consciousness was drowsy, and he only had a strong thought to prevent himself from fainting.

"You are not weak. This fighting power is far beyond the realm. You will definitely make a big splash at the celebration, and make other old ghosts drop their teeth."

"God's will, it's really God's will."

The old man kept muttering, and the look he gave Han Yi made Han Yi terrified. However, he was now the meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"I am Han Yi from Xuandan Sect, a junior. I dare to serve as your senior. Do you have any orders?"

Han Yi said in a hoarse voice, resisting the severe pain.

As soon as he spoke, even he was startled. It was really this voice, which was too hoarse and unpleasant.

The old man had landed in the air, and he shook his head gently.

"Xuan Dan Sect? The newly promoted Yuanying Sect? The Sect Master seems to be called Yuan Shun. Hey, it doesn't matter. In Shuzhou, as long as it's not Nandou Palace and Da Gan, it's fine. If Yuan Shun has any objections, I will beat him to a pulp."

"From today on, you should call me Master, not Senior."

"Let's go, follow me to the capital of Da Gan."

The old man's words made Han Yi's heart beat wildly. He heard clearly what he meant. Was he going to force him to be his disciple?

What's wrong with this old man?

I've heard of forcing opportunities and occupying spiritual veins, but I've never heard of forcing someone to be a master.

What's more, this old man is a Yuanying Zhenjun. If he really wants to take in a disciple, he only needs to say it, and countless foundation-building cultivators will flock to him and let him choose.

Why himself?

Before Han Yi could speak, he saw the old man release a glass-colored fairy boat. The fairy boat was cool and only about ten square meters. Then, his body was rolled up and fell towards the fairy boat.

Then, the Qingping Sword in the distance jumped up at the same time and chased him into the scabbard behind him.

Further away, Yuan Changtian's golden shuttle also turned into a golden light and fell on the fairy boat.

The next moment.

The glass-colored fairy boat soared into the sky and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the east. Its speed was much faster than that of an ordinary Jindan-stage cultivator.

And in the abandoned farmland, looking down from above, at this moment, there was only a ball of flame that was still burning. The flame was pure white and did not spread. In the flame, there was not much left of Yuan Changtian's body.

If nothing unexpected happened, this ball of flame would take 49 days to extinguish after completely destroying Yuan Changtian.

A dozen meters in front of the flames, there were bloody footprints. The footprints spread to the flames, continued to spread behind the flames, and spread all the way to a small earthen bulldozer that was smashed.

This bloody footprint, along the way, countless magic weapon fragments, scattered around, swords, knives, tripods, umbrellas, halberds..., and so on.

The cruelty of this battle can be seen from the countless magic weapon fragments and bloody footprints.

A full quarter of an hour later.

A cultivator appeared in this abandoned farmland. The cultivator stepped on the blood sword and landed in front of the flame with only a little flame left. His face was gloomy.

"Yuan Changtian's breath disappeared here."

"The breath of the Xuandan Sect cultivator also disappeared, but there was no corpse left."

"The fighting here, even I am scared."

This cultivator is naturally Lu Zhi. Yuan Changtian has been away for too long, and another peak foundation building cultivator sent him to find him. Today's siege has achieved its purpose. It is time to evacuate. If they don't leave, if Yuan Shun walks out of Xuandan Peak, they will be in danger.

And at this moment.

Seeing the battlefield clearly and Yuan Changtian's breath disappearing in the flames, Lu Zhi was silent and felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, he did not push the Xuandan Sect monk to the limit.

Otherwise, he would be the one burned to ashes under this strange flame.

Lu Zhi turned around and left without staying. He had to quickly inform the other people of the Blood God Sect of the changes here.

Yuan Changtian died unexpectedly, and this trip was complicated by the changes, and the plan needed to be changed.

On the other side.

After Han Yi was swept onto the immortal boat again, he had a rare chance of luck. Looking at the situation, he would not die.

And the old man's words about taking him as a disciple were naturally ignored by Han Yi.

Tianyi Sect is such a crazy department, unless he goes crazy, how could he join?

When his injuries get better, he will find an opportunity to leave and stay away from Tianyi Sect.

"This is Ruyi Pill, take it."

The old man threw a bottle of pills to Han Yi. Han Yi took it and put it aside. He did not take it, but took out two bottles of pills from the storage bag.

One bottle of Soul Pill can treat injuries to the soul.

One bottle of Luotian Pill can treat injuries to the body.

First, he took Luotian Pills, swallowing three of them at once. Luotian Pills were light golden in color. Once they entered his stomach, they turned into three cool breaths and began to flow through his meridians, bones, and flesh.

After a while, Han Yi's hands began to ache, from his fingers to his elbows, and then to his elbows, the pain went deep into his bones. Under this pain, he did not make a sound, but gritted his teeth and persisted.

Seeing this, the old man nodded and praised.

"Not bad, you have a tough temperament, and you have another advantage."

"Old Taoist, no, Master, I like you more and more now."

The old man laughed and sat cross-legged directly opposite Han Yi, staring at him.

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged as he took the soul pill. The soul pill entered his stomach and digested, gathering in his sea of ​​consciousness and blending into his soul, allowing his slightly scattered soul to condense again.

In less than a quarter of an hour.

Han Yi's arms were already covered with a thick layer of blood cocoons. The original severe pain of the broken bones reorganizing had turned into numbness. He wiped the blood cocoons with both hands and peeled them off, and his arms were restored to their original state.

At the same time, the ribs on his chest and the displaced and broken internal organs were also quickly repaired.

This is the amazing effect of Luo Tian Dan. In the mortal world, it is a life-or-death pill, and it can be called an immortal pill.

Han Yi put the broken sword on his side into his storage bag, but ignored the other one, the magic weapon-level golden shuttle.

"Thank you for your rescue, Master. May I ask if there is anything I can do for you, Master?" Han Yi stood up with difficulty and said with a bow.

The old man waved his hand, pointed to the place where Han Yi was sitting, and then pointed to the golden shuttle on his side.

"Sit down and talk."

"Although this golden shuttle is only a low-grade magic weapon, it is also a killer for you. It is your trophy, so keep it first."

Han Yi did not refuse. It was not wise to be hesitant in front of Yuanying Zhenjun. He just did what he wanted.

As he sat down, he put the golden shuttle directly into the storage bag.

Speaking of it.

In the two battles he encountered today, his losses were the biggest so far.

When facing Lu Zhi, Qingquan Sword and Golden Shuttle were directly detonated.

When facing Yuan Changtian, Tiandu Dagger, Panlong Sword, Zhanmo Sword, Blood Sword, and other magic weapons were basically consumed, leaving only Qingping Sword and Black Light Broken Sword.

If it weren't for the abnormality of Qingping Sword at the end, this top-grade magic weapon would have been abandoned and detonated by him.

But these magic weapons are not worth mentioning compared with the golden shuttle of magic weapon level.

He made a big profit by getting this magic weapon.

However.

Today's battle was the closest to death so far.

Before this, he had never been so embarrassed and injured so badly.

If he could choose, Han Yi would rather give up this magic weapon in exchange for a safe arrival at the Xuandan Mountains.

In addition.

There is also uncertainty about what the Yuanying Zhenjun of Tianyi Sect in front of him will do?

This is what Han Yi is worried about.

He certainly would not take it for granted that the other party wanted to recruit him as a disciple and pull him to join Tianyi Sect because of his outstanding combat power, give him magic weapons, spirit stones, and various immortal opportunities.

Overthinking.

You must be on guard against others, but you must not have the intention to harm others.

Han Yi always adheres to this point in his heart and never dares to forget it.

Three meters away, the old man saw Han Yi and did not refuse, but directly put away the golden shuttle. He couldn't help but flash a light in his eyes and nodded secretly.

Ordinary foundation-building monks would look frightened and frightened when they met True Lord Yuanying, but the Xuandan Sect monk in front of him could not see that emotion at all.

This is not a disguise, because in the eyes of True Lord Nascent Soul, every change in the opponent's physical body and soul is captured by Qiu Qiu without fail. If you force yourself to be calm, you will never be able to do it in front of him without leaking any flaws.

This calmness was enough to make him look at him differently.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that Han Yi is calm, because he has figured out that no matter what he does, it will be transparent and open in front of True Lord Nascent Soul, so why not be more direct.

Seeing Han Yi put away the magic weapon and sit down cross-legged, the old man's face straightened and became solemn, which made Han Yi on the opposite side also look solemn.

"I am a Taoist from the Tianyi Sect and a Taoist from Tianxin."

"From today on, you no longer need to call me Zhenjun, but should call me Master."

The previous sentence made Han Yi's heart tremble. He had heard of this true king's name before.

The Tianyi Sect is a relatively special sect in Shuzhou. It is said to be very powerful because there are two Yuanying True Monarchs in its sect, one more than the other Yuanying major sect, Wanfa Sect. The true king is strong.

There is a reason why he is not strong.

First of all, the two true kings of Tianyi Sect, Tianyi True King and Tianxin True King, have different ideas.

The name of True Lord Tianyi is the name of the previous sect leaders, which represents the orthodoxy of Tianyi Sect. The name of True Lord Tianxin comes from his own name in a different way.

On many matters, the two not only fail to work together to deal with the outside world, but instead start fighting among themselves.

The second point is that there are not many monks in the Tianyi Sect. There are only more than a hundred monks in the sect.

Jindan sects like Xuandan sect have hundreds of thousands of disciples, and Yuanying sects like Wanfa sect have even more. However, they are both Yuanying sects, and they also have two statues. Zhenjun's Tianyi Sect has only a hundred or so disciples, which is simply unbelievable.

The third point is that the monks of Tianyi Sect, a sect that respects God's will and obeys God's will, often do some strange things that are not understood by the world of immortality.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is valued. If you lose your temper, you will often be hated by others. Even if you are beaten to death, God will not be able to save you. This is why there are so few monks there.

This sect, formerly known as Destiny Sect, really takes an unusual path.

Han Yi chose to join because he hit his head against the wall.

Even if he could become a disciple of a true king and gain a powerful backer immediately, he would not want to do so.

Caution is his character. There is no such thing as pie in the sky in the secular world, and in the world of immortality, there is no such thing as an unprovoked fate.

If you don’t know the reason, then you simply refuse.

"True Lord Tianxin, please don't send me juniors. I'm ignorant. How can I get into the eyes of the True Lord?"

Tianxin Zhenjun did not explain, but showed a mysterious smile.

This hint of smile gave Han Yi a bad feeling.

"Han Yi, this is God's will."

"God's will is sublime and elusive, but with a sincere heart, one can understand God's will."

"So, I am closer to God's will and understand God's will than my senior brother."

"Please don't worry, disciple. Our trip to Daqian Imperial Capital is not dangerous. Instead, it is an opportunity for you."

"Emperor Daqian celebrates his two thousandth birthday. The birthday ceremony will be held in the capital of Emperor Daqian. On top of the ceremony, there will be many immortal fates that will be given to the younger generations of monks. I believe that with your strength, you have no rivals at the same level. "

"In this way, it will naturally bring glory to our Tianyi Sect."

True Lord Tianxin stroked his white beard, as if he saw Han Yi winning a fairy fate for Tianyi Sect and ranking first, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Opposite him, Han Yi's expression froze.

He really didn't want to bother. The Daqian Imperial Capital was a fairyland that could rival the two holy places. If the Daqian Emperor was really celebrating his 2000th birthday, he would definitely have gathered the Two Saints and Three Sects, seven Nascent Soul Sects, and countless Golden Core Sects.

He rose to prominence at such grand events because he disliked Han Yi for not being high-profile enough.

This is completely contrary to his character and is not the path he wants to take.

"True Lord, please forgive me for my low strength. It is really difficult for me to complete such an important task."

Han Yi said hurriedly.

It was absolutely impossible for him to accept this matter, and his heart suddenly moved.

"Zhenjun, do you have other disciples? With the strength of Tianyi Sect, your disciples must be stronger than me. Let them take action, and they will definitely succeed."

This sentence was the opening sentence of Han Yi's topic. He expected that True Lord Tianxin would deny it and then say that Han Yi was the strongest. This was the normal way to respond to flattery.

But Han Yi has a follow-up after this.

No matter what, Han Yi had to argue. The other party believed in God's will. If he was bypassed, there would be a chance that he would suddenly react. There were other ways to go, and there was no need for his inexplicable disciple.

But what Han Yi didn't expect was that True Lord Tianxin actually nodded.

"You're right."

"The old Taoist had two apprentices, your senior brother and your second senior brother."

"It's a pity that a hundred years ago, when I took your senior brother to Jianya to attend the Heavenly Gate Ceremony of Old Man Jian, your senior brother actually fell in love with the saint of Jianya. He also said that God's will is affectionate and love is supreme. It's simply Bullshit."

"Before I could react, your senior brother was beheaded by the saint. I was helpless. The saint was stronger than me and almost beheaded me. It took a lot of effort to escape with my life."

"From now on, Jianya has banned my Tianyi Sect from going there. It's really ridiculous. Disciple, when you become a Taoist master, you will cut Jianya with one sword to avenge your senior brother."

Han Yi's face changed slightly, his sitting body calmly stepped back a few centimeters, and asked in an unnatural tone:

"Where's Second Senior Brother?"

True Lord Tianxin raised his head slightly, as if he was deep in thought, and then spoke after a moment.

"Your second senior brother is a genius in cultivating immortals. Among all the monks I have met, he is the best."

"At the beginning, it only took him twenty-four years to cultivate from the foundation building stage to the perfection of the golden elixir stage."

"Just when everyone thought he would be the third Nascent Soul cultivator of the Tianyi Sect."

"During the Nascent Soul Tribulation, he actually yelled like crazy, saying that this world is fake. What else did he say, Master Dao, I've realized it, I've realized it. He looked crazy."

"Why."

True Lord Tianxin sighed softly.

"Then what?" Han Yi swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty.

"Then?"

"Under the catastrophe, your second senior brother laughed wildly and turned into ashes. What else can happen after that?"

True Lord Tianxin put away the regretful expression on his face and looked at Han Yi with a serious expression.

"Your senior brother and second senior brother both misunderstood God's will, and that's why they ended up dead."

"However, you are different. You are the third disciple of the old Tao. You will definitely inherit my mantle, understand the heart of heaven, and prove the true king of the Tao. When the time comes, we, the two true masters, master and disciple, will be able to kick the old man out of the position of the leader of the Tianyi Sect. , let’s take turns, haha.”

More than three meters away, Han Yi's body moved back calmly. The expression on his face was indescribable.

One thought occupied all his thoughts.

"It's over."