Chapter 168 Invincible at the Same Level

The gilded halberd had a similar aura to that permeating the entire Dagan Immortal Court.

The aura of Dagan's national destiny.

This female cultivator, without any meaning, was a cultivator from Dagan.

She could be a daughter of a certain emperor of the next generation of the Dagan Emperor, or a certain duke, or a granddaughter of a certain marquis, or a relative of the six department heads or three assistants.

On the way to Dagan Immortal Capital, Tianxin Taoist also introduced the situation of Dagan to Han Yi. Combined with what Han Yi had learned from the library before, Han Yi was not unfamiliar with the Zhenjun Huashen in the Dagan organization.

The strongest person in Dagan was undoubtedly the Dagan Emperor.

Under the Emperor were the three dukes, Zhenguo Gong, Anguo Gong, and Dingguo Gong. These three dukes were all powerful gods.

Under the dukes were the three assistants, the six department heads, and the seven marquises.

These sixteen were all Yuanying Zhenjun.

Of course, it does not mean that there are only sixteen True Lords in the Dagan Immortal Kingdom. According to the ranking of the True Lord List of the Tianji Pavilion, there are thirty-four True Lords who belong to Dagan on the surface, not to mention those who are secretly.

This is the absolute overlord of the southwest region of Yuheng Realm.

Many guesses flashed through Han Yi's mind, and his face did not change. Instead, he put the Linggui Jade into the storage bag first, turned to look at the visitor, and then ignored him and left.

Among the cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, he believed that he was not inferior to anyone.

Outside, he was chased and kidnapped, and he accepted it. After all, the one he faced was either in the middle stage of foundation building, or at the peak of foundation building, or even the Yuanying True Lord. For his life, he didn't care if he was a little timid.

But here, his realm is limited to the early stage of foundation building, and he has nothing to fear. As long as you don't provoke him, then everything will be fine. If you seek death, he will do as he wishes.

Of course.

The other party was an official cultivator of Da Gan. In order to avoid further trouble, Han Yi decided to ignore him. What if the other party was the granddaughter of the Da Gan Emperor? If he killed her, he would be courting death.

Do you really think that everyone is equal after entering the cave? In fact, it is not. As long as you are a human, there will always be favoritism.

However.

Han Yi ignored it, but the other party thought that Han Yi was afraid.

A trace of anger flashed across the cold face of the female cultivator, and the long halberd crossed the sky and rushed to kill fiercely.

Boom! !

The long halberd swept past Han Yi's position, only piercing through a residual shadow, and then cut off more than a dozen giant trees and fell to the ground.

Suddenly.

A blue-black sword energy passed silently from the violently vibrating dust.

Swish!

The sword energy passed the edge of the female cultivator's forehead, cutting off a strand of hair, and then turned back and fell into the scabbard of the distant figure.

In just a moment, the figure flickered slightly and disappeared, and even his breath was hard to catch.

"Chase, die!"

A voice, filled with coldness and endless murderous aura, came from the figure that was going away.

The purple-skirted female cultivator's face froze, and a trace of horror appeared under her shrinking pupils.

The bright sword light brushed past her scalp, obviously a warning.

The opponent was so strong, even ridiculously strong. They were both in the early stage of foundation building, but he could still hold back easily. The difference in strength between them shocked her.

This first sword was a warning. If she chased after him, the other party might really kill him.

She took a deep breath, waved her hand gently, retracted the long spear, and held it in her hand again. In her beautiful eyes, the figure of the cultivator just now flashed.

"This person is too unfamiliar. I know all the cultivators in the Immortal Kingdom, but he is not one of them. The most likely one is a disciple secretly cultivated by the Holy Land and the three major sects."

"So... strong."

She calmed down and continued to move forward with her halberd, but this time, she had a different mentality.

On the other side.

After Han Yi went deep into the forest, he leaped up and stood in the air 30 meters high. His eyes emitted a light golden light and scanned the surroundings.

The Qi-seeing Technique can not only be used to "see" people, but also to "find" things. All spiritual "things" cannot escape the Qi-seeing Technique.

Although the initial grade of this spell is low, its applicability is extremely strong. Under the effect of the proficiency panel, its ability has been transformed like other spells. It can even be said that it is completely different from the original spell principle.

Buzz!

Under the Qi-seeing Technique, everything you see in front of you is reorganized by countless lines of different colors.

Ordinary plants only had one or two strokes, while some spiritual herbs that had entered the grade had more strokes. Further ahead, a cultivator passed by, and that was a light group emitting different colors, with different colors, including red, blood, gold, and silver.

Han Yi guessed that this color was related to the attribute and the practice method, and even to the individual's temperament.

Suddenly.

A dazzling and dense light spot came into view. These light spots were all pure purple, like purple stars.

Linggui Jade.

Han Yi was overjoyed. The light golden light in his eyes faded, and the world returned to normal. He was very fast. After falling down the forest, he went to the location of the purple light spot in the vision of the Qi-Looking Technique just now.

In less than ten breaths, the eyes suddenly opened up, and he was already in a valley.

On the mountain wall on one side of the valley, there were purple spots, and a Linggui Jade was embedded on it a hundred meters away. The faint purple halo gave a beautiful illusion.

"So many."

As soon as Han Yi landed, he couldn't help but exclaimed, flew up on his sword, and took a piece of Linggui jade from the mountain wall. Although this piece of Linggui jade was a circle smaller than the one he got before, there were at least dozens of them, which added up to more than ten times what he got just now.

He got rich.

Han Yi leaped up and rushed forward. At the same time, he took out another sword, Black Light, from his storage bag.

The Qingping Sword and Black Light Sword, like two dragons, shuttled in front of the mountain wall, constantly prying off the Linggui jade and being taken into Han Yi's hands.

Suddenly, a figure approached from afar at a very fast speed.

"Haha, so many Linggui jades."

"I'm rich."

As the voice fell, a figure stepped out of the forest and entered the valley. Seeing the seven or eight Linggui jades left on the mountain wall, he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

The man who came was a burly man in a Taoist robe, which made him look like a giant war god.

However, Han Yi just glanced at him, waved his hand gently, and called the broken Black Light Sword to his eyes, and the Qingping Sword did not stop.

After more than a dozen strokes, all the Linggui jades on the mountain wall were pried out, and Han Yi used his spiritual sense to roll them in front of him and put them into the storage bag.

"Hmph!"

A heavy roar came from the giant man who was laughing wildly. One moment, he was laughing wildly, and the next moment, he was murderous.

"Die for me!!"

A golden mirror was thrown from the giant man's hand. The mirror was not big and hung in the air five meters. A golden light shot out from the mirror and swept towards Han Yi, but it only destroyed a residual image.

"Huh?"

The giant man exclaimed lightly, and flipped his hands. A second mirror appeared in his hand. This was a silver mirror.

The mirror rose into the air, and another silver light shot out, interacting with the golden light, passing by. Wherever it passed, the valley rolled and the dust was annihilated.

However, Han Yi's body was not fast every step forward, but the rhythm was magical, and he could always avoid the light sweep.

"I don't believe it."

The giant man snorted heavily and took out the third mirror from the storage bag. This was a red mirror. The mirror rose again, and the red light was dazzling.

Gold, silver, and red, three colors intersecting, even Han Yi felt a lot of pressure.

The limit of the light body technique can probably support the fourth mirror.

However, he certainly won't be a target.

Han Yi raised his eyebrows, flew up with his sword, and a black light flashed, hitting the nearest golden mirror.

Clang! !

The sound of metal clashing suddenly sounded.

Han Yi frowned again, looking at the mirror that rolled and flew hundreds of meters away, fell into the forest, and then took off again, unscathed, with a solemn face.

His sword was already a full-strength sword, but he couldn't even break the opponent's mirror.

That mirror is not lower than his own black light fracture grade. Even if it is not a magic weapon, it should be the top-grade magic weapon.

Even from these mirrors of different colors, but similar functions and the same appearance, Han Yi has another guess.

That is, this set of mirrors should be a set of magic weapons, but when they are separated and used, each mirror does not have the power of a magic weapon, so it can be called a half-step magic weapon.

If this is true, who is this guy?

However, even if it is a set of magic weapons, it depends on the strength of the user. When it comes to the foundation-building period, the main thing to compete in controlling the weapon is the spiritual consciousness.

Han Yi is a first-class immortal foundation of the soul.

In this regard, he has never been afraid of anyone under the same level.

Next.

With a roll of his spiritual consciousness, the black light broken sword that returned had already blasted away the other two mirrors, and then soared into the sky, crossed the void, and shot out, pointing directly at the giant spirit man.

And opposite him, the giant spirit man, after Han Yi flew the sword to knock away the golden mirror, his eyes suddenly bulged and his face changed drastically, and because the spiritual consciousness on the golden mirror was hit, his soul was shaken and his head swelled.

Fast.

Too fast.

So fast that he could hardly react.

Extreme speed, generating infinite power.

If this sword kills him first, he may not even be able to take out the fourth mirror.

The hair on his back stood up, and fear grew in his heart.

The giant man hurriedly took out the fourth mirror, which was a pure white mirror. This time, the mirror was facing himself.

A white light enveloped the giant man's body and disappeared in a flash.

The pure white mirror also jumped lightly into the void and disappeared in an instant.

The black light flashed and returned again.

Han Yi was even more surprised this time.

This mirror not only has the function of attack, but also can shift its position.

A hundred meters away, the giant man suddenly appeared, and the white mirror jumped out with him.

His face was horrified, and he stretched out his hand and passed through the white mirror, as if he had entered another layer of space. The magic power poured in, and the gold, silver, and red mirrors scattered around suddenly disappeared. Then, he retracted his arm, and there were three more mirrors in his hand.

The next moment.

The white mirror shone another white light on him, and the mirror jumped and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already three hundred meters away.

After fighting for less than three breaths, he escaped without saying a word.

Arrogant and neat.

"Sure enough, there are many cultivators in the world. Even in the early stage of foundation building, although I am confident that I am not afraid of others, others also have magical means and should not be underestimated."

"Gold, silver, red, and white mirrors, this set of magic weapons should not be just these four. This person's identity is definitely not an ordinary sect disciple. He must have a background, that's all."

Han Yi put away his sword, glanced at the mountains and forests behind him, his eyes moved slightly, and his figure flashed, crossing the valley and stepping into another ancient forest.

Three breaths after he left.

Five figures stepped into the valley and stood in five positions.

"Ding Jiansheng, who is such a strong swordsman, is this person from your Red Sky Sword Sect?" A young man wearing a noble purple brocade robe had a cold light flashing in his eyes.

If Han Yi were here, he would recognize this young man as Pang Quan, the ninth-generation grandson of Emperor Daqian who had participated in the Ten Thousand Stars Sea Performance Conference.

Pang Quan looked to the side of the mountain forest, where there was an arrogant sword cultivator. The sword cultivator came from the three major sects of Daqian, Chixiao Sword Sect, and his name was Ding Jiansheng.

Across the valley, Ding Jiansheng's eyes fell on the ancient mountain forest opposite, and a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.

Then, he turned around and glanced at Pang Quan. His face was still aloof. Without saying a word, he rose up with his sword, crossed the valley, and stepped into the Gumao Mountain Forest.

He actually didn't even want to talk to Pang Quan, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

But there is no doubt that such an approach is complete contempt.

Pang Quan's face was ugly, his body under the brocade robe shook slightly, then he quickly regained his composure, waved his brocade sleeves, and left.

The other three people had different expressions, and all of their attention was on the departing Han Yi. Even if they noticed that Pang Quan's face was ugly, they didn't take it to heart.

In an instant, everyone dispersed, some heading in another direction, and some crossing the valley as well.

the other side.

When Han Yi crossed the valley and stepped into the Gumao Mountain Forest, he also noticed the five foundation-building auras behind him, but he ignored it.

In Jade Palace Baoguitian, fighting is the means, and obtaining Linggui Jade is the goal.

Moreover, those who can enter here are all people with status. Killing is easy, but the follow-up is troublesome.

Before learning the magic to disrupt the cause and effect of heaven, Han Yi decided to kill less people if he could, and also change the hands of the magic weapons and magic weapons obtained after killing people.

Yuan Changtian's lesson is profound enough.

In particular, the monks who can enter the Jade Palace Baoguitian are all sects with a golden elixir or above. Among them are the descendants of the emperor Daqian and the descendants of certain bosses from the three major sects of the Two Holy Lands.

Not to be offended.

After entering Gumao Mountain Forest.

Han Yi found a few more pieces of Linggui Jade piecemeal, which totaled more than fifty yuan, which was considered a huge sum of money.

This kind of Linggui Jade can be taken directly to improve the cultivation level of a small realm. It can also be regarded as a kind of rare object, only weaker than the fairy fate in Chaozhen Taixu Heaven.

Naturally, Han Yi would not let go of such a good opportunity.

Sudden.

An earth-shattering explosion came from far away from the side. Han Yi paused and turned around without hesitation.

If there is a fight, it is a struggle, and here, the one fighting for must be Ling Guiyu, and he will not let go of such an opportunity, relying entirely on means.

Uh-huh!

The phantom flashed past, and in less than ten breaths, Han Yi had already crossed a few kilometers and stepped out of the mountain forest. Then, his eyes trembled wildly.

before his eyes.

A mountain peak with a height of about 100 meters rises abruptly from the ground and stands on the edge of the mountain forest.

What made Han Yi's eyes tremble was that on the top of the mountain, there was a purple light shining like the brightest star, attracting his attention.

Lingguiyu.

Moreover, it is a huge piece of Linggui Jade that is as tall as a person.

All the Linggui jade that Han Yi had obtained before was less than one-tenth of this piece.

Outside the mountain forest, around the mountain peak, there are already more than a dozen people standing in the void.

On the ground, there was a corpse, which was beyond recognition. Next to the corpse, the magic weapon was broken.

Han Yi's pupils shrank and he hesitated.

This situation is very difficult to handle. Anyone who takes action will definitely become the target of public criticism. It will be difficult for them not to die if they are attacked.

He is very strong, one-on-one, he is on the same level, and has no fear.

But if you face more than a dozen early-stage foundation-building monks at the same time, they will all die under the bombardment of top-quality magic weapons and magic weapons.

"It's not easy to handle."

Han Yi turned his eyes and had an idea instantly. Since I can't eat a whole piece of Linggui Jade, I will explode it to disrupt the situation and break the deadlock.

Only in this way can we have a chance of winning the big prize.

At the edge of the mountain forest, after Han Yi walked out, several more people walked out one after another.

Several of them were familiar to Han Yi.

A hundred meters away on the left is Pang Quan, the ninth generation grandson of Da Qian. This is a difficult person to get along with.

Three hundred meters to the right, a young monk was carrying a giant sword more than three meters long. The blade was dark and glowing with cold light.

Taixu Zong, Shen Yuan.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze and landed on a dozen figures confronting each other in mid-air, two of whom he recognized.

A young man wearing a mysterious robe, Fuyou, Nandou Divine Palace.

The other one was dressed in white, with three war flags on his back. The war flags were hunting, and even the space became a little blurry under the fluctuations of the war flags, as if they were shaking.

Lingzhan Sect, Xie Jingshan.

Han Yi suddenly realized.

It has been fourteen years since the last time Xuan Dan Sect organized the sect to go to Yujing Mountain for the Cave Heaven Trial.

In these fourteen years, he has made breakthroughs and become stronger.

As for the other monks in Chaozhen Taixu Heaven, such as Nandou Shenggong, Taixu Sect and other monks, they had stronger resources than Xuandan Sect, and the training environment was more oppressive, so they naturally became stronger quickly. .

To be able to break through to a legendary qi training monk, talent, luck, strength, and understanding are almost indispensable. After they break through to the foundation building stage, these characteristics will naturally follow, and they can also make rapid progress in the early stage of foundation building.

but.

In front of Han Yi, these people, even if they were stronger than Han Xuxiao of the Blood God Sect, were only limitedly strong, and he had no fear of them.

After Han Yi determined the strategic plan, he no longer hesitated. The broken sword of black light floated in front of his eyes. Then, he put two fingers together and gently lifted it up. The black sword rose rapidly, as fast as thunder.

Whether it was the dozen monks standing in the void or the seven or eight monks who had just walked out of the forest, they all looked at Han Yi.

"Hmph!"

In the air, a monk with a cold face snorted lightly, and threw a five-color fan in his hand forward. In a flash, the colorful fan had turned into a giant of ten meters. With a light fan, Han Yi's broken sword was about to fly away.

However.

Puff.

As if a short sound of a bullet piercing a hard wooden board sounded, the broken sword of black light instantly pierced through the colorful fan, and its speed did not decrease at all, but it was lifted up.

"My peacock fan, damn it."

The cold monk sitting cross-legged in the void suddenly looked at Han Yi. In his hand, there appeared a second top-grade magic weapon, which was a short arrow only as wide as a palm.

The arrow is black, and the body is white.

The cold and fierce monk looked at Han Yi, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He gently threw the short arrow in his hand forward, and then the short sword floated in the air, with black and white air wrapped around it. It was as fast as thunder, silent and like the arrow of death, stabbing towards Han Yi.

Everyone present, including Han Yi, had an intuition that this spell would definitely hit Han Yi.

Whether it was the edge of the forest or the other monks standing in the air, they did not move, but all looked at Han Yi.

Shen Yuan of Taixu Sect, Fu You of Nandou Palace, Xie Jingshan of Lingzhan Sect, Pang Quan of Dagan Immortal Kingdom, Ding Jiansheng of Chixiao Sword Sect, looked at Han Yi with interest, jealousy, or arrogance.

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