Chapter 214: Natural Disaster Strikes, the Holy Land Falls

When Han Yi used his swordsmanship to make the Qixing Kunwu sword penetrate into the stone of Jianshan.

On Jian Mountain, in front of the thatched cottage in another direction, an old man sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, with his eyes closed and without a trace of breath, opened his eyes.

The old man was wearing linen clothes and looked like an ordinary mortal. However, his eyes seemed to have endless images, constantly interpreting them. These images were all related to the sword.

Sword, swordsmanship, swordsman, sword moves, sword techniques, sword seals, sword power, swordsmanship...

Just for a moment.

All the images of the sword disappeared. The old man sitting cross-legged frowned slightly, feeling confused.

"The Chixiao Immortal Sword moves strangely, why is this?"

The old man's spiritual consciousness spread out silently, sweeping across the thatched cottage, sweeping through the fairy mountain, sweeping across Han Yi and Ding Jiansheng who were sitting cross-legged, sweeping to the entire mountain gate, and then spread to the entire Chixiao Mountain Range. Finally, again It quickly converged back and landed on Han Yi and Ding Jiansheng who were on opposite sides of the fairy mountain.

"Strange, the strange movement has disappeared again?"

"Could it be these two little guys that caused the fairy sword to move strangely?"

The old man's spiritual consciousness stayed on Han Yi and Ding Jiansheng for three breaths. During these three breaths, even the ordinary Nascent Soul Lord could not escape the detection of his spiritual consciousness.

When his consciousness swept over Han Yi, the black beads in Han Yi's consciousness sea space shook slightly, and they looked normal. However, what the old man's consciousness saw in Han Yi's consciousness sea space was... There are no black beads.

"The Divine Soul is a first-class Immortal Foundation, not bad at all."

There wasn't even a trace of surprise on the old man's face. For him, the first-class immortal base couldn't even make him show a trace of surprise. He could only get a "not bad" evaluation. Apart from that, there was nothing else about Han Yi. Something else for him to evaluate.

As for Ding Jiansheng, the sword intent on his body is very familiar. He is a disciple of the Sword Sect.

After a while.

He withdrew his consciousness, which penetrated under the sword mountain and touched a certain huge and magnificent will, but that will, like the past countless years, had no response.

An investigation yielded no results.

He had no choice but to retract his consciousness angrily, use him as the source again, and scan the Chixiao Mountain Range over and over again, trying to find out the source of the strange movement in Jianshan Mountain.

the other side.

Han Yi didn't know that there was an extremely terrifying monk who had just explored most of his secrets and was still paying attention.

It took him a full day to comprehend. On this day, he was not pretending, but really comprehending the strange swordsmanship [Sword World] he had just acquired.

Nine sword techniques with different attributes structure the sword world and give birth to the origin of the sword...

The things in this were really too profound and terrifying, which made him understand a lot.

after one day.

Han Yi opened his eyes and saw Ding Jiansheng ten meters away, with a happy face and a faint sword intent. This was a sign that a breakthrough was imminent.

"Fellow Daoist Han, can you complete your understanding?"

Han Yi heard Ding Jiansheng's urgency and understood that Ding Jiansheng wanted to go down the mountain to digest the opportunity given by Jianshan this time and not let his insights pass away, so he nodded.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, let's go. Let's go down the mountain. You can go to retreat by yourself, and I can leave by myself."

"We monks don't need to be so pretentious, please."

Han Yi's meaning couldn't be more obvious. If you understand, go to retreat as soon as possible. I'll just go by myself. Don't worry about the details.

Above the Sword Mountain, flying is prohibited.

Ding Jiansheng bowed his hands towards Han Yi and took the lead to walk down. He walked very fast. When they went up the mountain, the two of them walked for a quarter of an hour. Now when they came down the mountain, they reached the foot of the mountain in less than half a minute.

Then, Ding Jiansheng couldn't wait to get up with his sword and turned towards the fairy peak where the true disciples of the Red Sky Sword Sect lived. A voice came from afar.

"When Ding comes out of confinement, I will thank fellow Taoist Han properly."

Han Yi cupped his hands in the air: "Then I would like to congratulate Fellow Daoist Ding on his great improvement in cultivation and sword power. I am waiting for good news in Xuan Dan Sect."

See Ding Jiansheng walking away.

Han Yi stood up with his sword, identified the direction, and flew directly out of the Chixiao Mountains. Then, he released the immortal boat and headed eastward.

He fled thirty kilometers and arrived at this section of the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range. After fleeing, he found a ninth-level monster. After knocking the monster unconscious, he used covert means to remove the black box marked by the Wenxiang Sect. , put it into the body of the monster, use medicine powder to heal its wounds, and then wake up the monster.

Then, he destroyed other nearby monsters with one sword, causing the ninth-level monster to tremble in fear and flee deeper into the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range.

"In this way, if someone uses this black box as a mark and comes to look for me again, they will step into the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, at least for a while."

Han Yi originally wanted to use this black box to design a trap to lure the leader of Wenxiang Sect into an urn, but then he thought that if a giant crocodile came, he might be eaten by him.

For the sake of safety, it is better to choose a safer way to lure away any possible pursuers.

then.

Han Yi stood up with his sword, used the art of disguise to change his breath and appearance, changed his robes, and transformed into a late-stage Qi-training disciple he had seen in the Scarlet Sky Sword Sect. In terms of realm, he was an eighth-level Qi-training disciple. In terms of appearance, although he has temperament, he is not too outstanding, just ordinary.

He was holding a long sword in the storage bag of the third elder of the Ao family in Tiannan Immortal City of Great Qin who had been killed in the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.

This is a high-grade magic weapon named Mingguang.

For Han Yi today, it is naturally useless, but for an eighth-level Qi training disciple of the Scarlet Sky Sword Sect, it is standard equipment.

This time.

Han Yi made the most thorough disguise from beginning to end.

He released the immortal boat and rode on it. It took him a day and a half to return to the Yuanlao Mountains.

Ten kilometers away from the Yuanlao Mountains, Han Yi put away the immortal boat and carried the Mingguang Sword.

Then, he performed the light body technique and headed for the Yuanlao Mountains. Of course, the light body technique he performed was also matched with the light body technique of the eighth level of Qi training, which was not so shocking.

A quarter of an hour later.

He set foot in the Yuanlao Mountains, but the location of entering the Yuanlao Mountains this time was naturally different from the last time.

In fact.

Han Yi had not thought about bypassing the Yuanlao Mountains and returning to the Xuandan Sect.

But after careful consideration, he returned to the Yuanlao Mountains again. His search this time could not end in vain. This was also a kind of explanation to himself, and he needed an answer.

A real man has his own code of conduct.

Besides, this time he was well prepared, and absolutely no one would know his identity.

Very steady.

As expected.

This time, Han Yi did not encounter pursuit again, but because of his role, his speed slowed down, and it took more than two months to search Yuanlao Mountain.

During this period, he also encountered robbery cultivators, but he was always lucky enough to kill the enemy and escape in the crisis.

Two months later.

Han Yi stood on the edge of a cliff deep in Yuanlao Mountain. He looked up and looked at the broken and fractured spiritual light in the air, but his heart was not calm.

The soul tablet left by Yan Ru in the sect was not broken, proving that she was not dead.

But she could not be found in Yuanlao Mountain, so the biggest possibility was that she entered the space crack.

This guess made Han Yi shake his head.

This is impossible. Even the great power of the spirit transformation has the risk of death if he steps into the space crack, not to mention Yan Ru is just a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training.

Han Yi retracted his gaze and erased this possibility from his mind.

He suddenly had an idea.

No.

In addition to this possibility, there is a second possibility, that is, Yan Ru may have died, but her soul has been preserved. She may have been taken away by someone, or she may have escaped into a new body and performed the secret art of taking over the body, or she may have turned into the soul of some magic weapon.

However, Yan Ru is only in the Qi training realm. To perform the secret art of taking over the body, at least a foundation-building cultivator can succeed. This possibility is not high. Being taken away by someone or becoming a soul of a weapon is the highest possibility.

In this case, it is a phenomenon of death and resurrection of the soul, and the soul tablet of the sect will not be broken.

Compared with Yan Ru stepping into the space crack, Han Yi feels that the possibility of her death and resurrection of the soul is higher.

Moreover.

In this case, he used Yan Ru's blood as a guide and performed the secret art of Yi Yao. The place he finally found was the place where Yan Ru died, not the place where her soul was.

This can also explain why the Yi Yao secret technique points to Yuan Laoshan, but Han Yi can't find it, and why the soul tablet placed in the sect is still intact.

Moreover, the cultivator who may have killed him has already left Yuan Laoshan with her soul.

Based on Han Yi's search and the information he knows, this possibility is the greatest.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but it was only a moment, and the murderous intent was deeply hidden and did not show up.

After a moment.

He sighed heavily.

Even if he had the luck to encounter her soul, he could no longer save it. He could only send it into reincarnation, or turn it into a weapon spirit, or turn it into a ghost cultivator.

Among them.

In the environment of Yuheng Realm, ghost cultivators are basically extinct, which is impossible.

At this moment.

Han Yi had a lot of thoughts and complicated emotions, and suddenly felt lonely. Yan Ru was the first female cultivator he wanted to marry, but he didn't grasp it. When he went through many things and wanted to find her, this happened now.

In the dark, the will of heaven is unpredictable.

After a moment.

Han Yi gathered his thoughts and fled to the outside of Yuanlao Mountain.

Although this trip did not yield any results, he had a guess. It would be futile to continue looking, so he had to stop for the time being.

However.

When he just turned around and was about to leave this cliff, he suddenly raised his head.

At this moment.

Above the cliff, the fragmented fan-shaped spiritual light suddenly vibrated.

In just a moment, the spiritual light was so strong that the whole sky suddenly cracked into a huge gap. This gap, like a zipper, directly opened a huge gap above Yuanlao Mountain.

The spiritual light in the sky poured out from the crack, setting off a spiritual energy frenzy, as if a sixth-level spiritual vein was broken, and violent spiritual energy surged in all directions.

A huge piece of debris fell from the crack.

This fragment is a huge fragment composed of many ancient palaces, mountains, fairy peaks, and stone statues. Han Yi estimated that it is much larger than the entire Xuandan Sect.

No.

Rather than describing it as a fragment, it is more appropriate to describe it as a small piece of broken mountain range.

"This is..."

"Holy Land Fragment?"

A trace of horror flashed in Han Yi's eyes.

Fragment?

This is called a fragment?

At the same time, a terrifying power emanated from the crack. Han Yi was unconsciously radiated by this power and was immediately pressed to the ground.

The power was so powerful that it seemed as if there was really an immortal casting a gaze in this direction.

But this gaze had no malice. Although it pressed Han Yi so hard that he couldn't even stand up, it did not hurt him.

The fragment of the holy land was about to fall.

Han Yi was horrified. If the fragments were pressed down, he would become the first first-class immortal monk to be stoned to death in the Yuheng world, no, even in the world of immortality.

Right now.

Rumble.

The cliff at the foot suddenly shook, as if there was an invisible force pushing the cliff and nearby mountains further to the outside. A huge space instantly opened up where the fragments of the Holy Land fell.

This space is exactly the same size as the fragments of the Holy Land that are about to fall.

The fragments completely left the crack in the sky, and the crack closed instantly, and the power that pressed on Han Yi dissipated instantly.

Han Yi stood up, his face extremely horrified, but his past experience made him not panic, but took the lead in making the most correct response.

The body retreated violently, and the Light Body Technique was used with all its strength. This time, naturally there was no spare strength left, and when he stretched his hands, there were two dark shields protecting him in front of him.

When the shield of wind and fire took shape, it was when the fragments of the holy land fell down and embedded in the space below.

There was a momentary pause.

then.

It was an earth-shattering vibration.

The terrifying power was completely transmitted, erupting in all directions. Broken cliffs, abandoned statues, and collapsed palace fragments rolled outward like a frenzied tide.

natural disaster.

A true natural disaster.

Han Yi only felt as if he had returned to the land of mortals, riding a small boat and sailing in the stormy ocean. The waves were turbulent and furious. Although he tried his best to maintain it, the boat might capsize at any time.

At this moment, all the magic weapons are useless, because this natural disaster is all-round and continuous. He just keeps opening the shield, then opening the shield, and then opening the shield.

The shield of wind and fire, which was formed by the fusion of two liver-to-return-to-nature defensive spells, was constantly broken, then broken, and then broken again in the face of natural disasters.

Under such a natural disaster, time becomes extremely long.

Less than a minute passed, but Han Yi seemed to feel that more than half an hour had passed.

When he put one hand on the ground and pressed forward with the other hand, he opened a dark shield. When no huge force came from the shield, he finally recovered and it was over.

Wherever you look.

It was dust that was so terrifying that it covered the sky and the sun. This dust turned this area into a misty realm.

but.

Han Yi dispelled the shield and looked up. Through the dust, he saw a huge palace complex, which was the fragment of the holy land that had just fallen.

to him.

This palace is just around the corner.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, there were fragments of the Yuanlao Holy Land. Moreover, due to the nature of the space cracks, time was suspended, and the treasures inside did not lose their power."

Han Yi's eyes brightened.

He couldn't do it if Han Yi entered the treasure mountain and returned empty-handed. What's more, the treasure mountain was already close at hand, and he was the closest monk to it.

There is no reason to turn around and leave when there is such an opportunity.

Han Yi took out a bottle of elixir from the Qiankun Ring. The elixir is called Zhenyuan Dan. This is a type of elixir that can quickly replenish the magic power of the foundation-building monks.

There were more than 20 true essence pills in a bottle. Han Yi swallowed them all. The pills melted, and streams of pure energy poured into his meridians, gathered in the spiritual sea, and turned into magic power, which lasted one minute. All the mana consumed internally was replenished.

then.

He put the Mingguang Sword back into the Qiankun Ring, took out the Qingping Sword and the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword again, carried them behind him, and flashed forward.

…

same moment.

In the entire vast Yuanlao Mountain area, all the monks saw a huge palace fragment falling from the space crack at high altitude in the center of Yuanlao Mountain.

The terrifying and clear sound of impact and explosion was even more clear, indicating that an unexcavated fragment of the Holy Land had returned to the Yuheng Realm.

this moment.

Everyone's eyes were red, especially the casual cultivators, who were even more enthusiastic and rushed towards the place where the fragments fell.

The other monks from the sect used their own methods to convey the information to the sect, and then came towards the fragments unhurriedly.

The emergence of new fragments of the Yuanlaoshan Holy Land will surely attract the competition from the Golden elixir monks and even the Nascent Soul monks.

At a cliff, a young monk sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, with a guqin placed on his lap.

At first glance, the guqin is simple, the material seems to be made of old wood, and the strings are made of bronze, but there is nothing magical about it either.

When the fragments fell, he held the guqin and flew into the sky. His eyes were extremely domineering, and there was even more light beating. If you look carefully, the beating light is like a musical note, with a charm flowing through it.

"The new holy land fragments are worth waiting for me for many years. This should be my destiny."

"They're all mine."

Carrying the guqin on his back, he fled towards the place where the fragments of the Holy Land fell.

In a palace.

A golden elixir monk carrying a long sword walked out of the palace and felt the shocking vibration in the distance, and couldn't help but look solemn.

"The emergence of new fragments means new opportunities."

"Sun has been wasting his time for many years. This time, he will go all out to seize the immortal fate. If he can go one step further and enter the late stage of the Golden Core, the Sun family will also have a chance to breathe."

"Walk."

Outskirts of Yuanlaoshan Mountain.

In a cave in a valley, three monks heard the vibration and walked out of the cave. Feeling the vibration in the distance, they couldn't help but look solemn.

"Such a big shock should be due to the emergence of new fragments of the Holy Land."

He Xuan's face was solemn and even more hesitant, and he looked at the other two people.

At this moment, their condition was not good. Half of He Xuan's hair was white, and Yang Heda, who was standing next to him, only had half of his arm left. Only Meng Yangyu was intact.

Yang Heda shook his head.

"No, we all suffered disasters in the old fragments of the holy land, and Brother Lu died. If it is a new fragment, there will be more powerful people gathered. If we go, even if we gain something, it will be taken away, and even our lives will be in danger."

Meng Yangyu also nodded.

"This time, we are back to find Brother Lu's body, so that he can return to his homeland and rest in peace."

"It's better not to make trouble."

He Xuan felt guilty for his hesitation just now, and he nodded heavily.

"In that case, let's set off."

"In the next period of time, there will surely be countless cultivators gathering at Yuanlao Mountain. This place is already a dangerous place for us."

"Fortunately, there are kind people who buried the body of Daoist Friend Lu, so that his body was not taken by the evil ways to make elixirs, medicines, and corpses. This is a blessing in disguise."

"Daoist Lu has joined Luoxia Mountain for more than 50 years. Luoxia Mountain is his home. This time we will send him back to his homeland and bury him in peace."

"Let's go."

The three looked at each other, packed up their things, left the cave, and left upstream.