Chapter 291: Yuanying Gathers Together, the Power of Soul-Destroying

The middle-aged man is holding a palm-sized black Dharma plate in his hand. In the Dharma plate, there are two colors of red and black light, black is in the middle, red is at the edge of the Dharma plate, and the red at this moment is pointing forward. Qing Chi Zong.

In the Immortal Kingdom of Da Qin, there is a national spiritual treasure called the Immortal Appraisal Mirror. In many immortal cities or branches of the Supreme Pavilion, there are divisions of the Immortal Appreciation Mirror. Although the level of its mirrors is weakened, they are still spiritual. Treasure, as for the Immortal Appraisal Mirror itself, it is a top-grade spiritual treasure, which is extremely important to the Emperor of Qin.

If Han Yi were here at this moment, he would recognize that the middle-aged man who caught Han Yi's aura from the Immortal Appraisal Mirror and rushed here is the father of Bao Zhesheng, one of the envoys of the Neishi Mansion.

In Bao Zhesheng's soul, there are many images of this middle-aged man, whose name is: Bao Hanchi.

If it were in other immortal cities, Bao Hanchi would have used the Immortal Appraisal Mirror to obtain the whereabouts of Han Yi's aura and track it. However, Qindu is the capital of a country, and even he would have to spend a lot of time and pay a high price to obtain it. A glimmer of opportunity to capture Han Yi's aura.

But when I arrived here, I saw the heavenly calamity that turned into a sea of ​​thunder, falling suddenly and pressing on Han Yi of the Xuan Dan Sect.

The sea of ​​thunder transforms into calamity. This is not a normal imagination. This is already a vision in Jie Ying, and these visions prove that under the judgment of the heavenly calamity, the person who has overcome the calamity is already a perfect person.

The so-called perfection, in short, is a person who has taken the path of the golden elixir to the extreme and is unable to make any progress.

Such a person is much more powerful than other peak Golden Core cultivators. Correspondingly, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation has become more powerful, especially the Sixth Tribulation.

The so-called heavenly tribulations are the catastrophes that heaven brings to monks on their way to becoming immortals. These catastrophes start from Nascent Soul, and then there are heavenly tribulations in every great realm. Even if you become an immortal, you still need to go through immortality if your realm breaks through. Tribulation.

certainly.

The more powerful the heavenly tribulation is, the stronger the feedback increase received by the person who has overcome it will naturally be stronger. Although the way of heaven is unfair, it also adheres to certain laws.

The information about the thunder sea's transformation flashed through his mind, and Bao Hanchi's expression changed and finally became gloomy.

According to the records of the Internal History Office, there was a monk in Yuheng Realm who had such a strange phenomenon when he was going through the Nascent Soul Tribulation.

And that one is now the strongest monk in the entire Yuheng world, bar none.

He is the Lord of this land, the Great Qin Immortal Kingdom, the Great Qin Emperor, Qin Yi.

After a pause for half a breath, in the mountains ahead, the full aura of Nascent Soul was emitted, and a figure shuttled up, easily passed through the tribulation of the demon, and then greedily absorbed the spiritual energy of the world, even causing changes in the situation for dozens of miles around.

Bao Hanchi finally let out a breath.

"That's all. Once you enter the Nascent Soul, it will be difficult to deal with it."

"Besides, this person's luck is so good that it can no longer be restrained. Even if I go there, I may not be able to defeat him, so there is no need to humiliate myself."

Bao Hanchi did not lose his mind because Bao Zhesheng was removed from the list by Han Yi in the cave. He came here mainly to find a way to intercept Han Yi's Supreme Order and bring it back to Bao Zhesheng for use.

But now Han Yi has used the Supreme Order first, and his strength, through the power of the heavenly tribulation, has firmly stepped into the Nascent Soul. Such genius cannot be measured by common sense. Even if he is admitted at this moment, he may not be able to do so. Being able to win over the opponent with the mid-stage Nascent Soul.

Thinking of this, Bao Hanchi turned around and left, but after only half a breath, he stopped again, hiding in the void, looking ahead, showing an expression of watching the fun.

"Unexpectedly, Old Ghost Huo is also here. However, if Zhuo Tianyi doesn't take action personally, Huo Feicheng, the deputy head of the Yanwei Palace, will not be able to defeat Han Yi."

"Forget it, let Huo Feicheng test Han Yi's strength."

Bao Hanchi was not in such a hurry to leave.

More than twenty miles away from him, an immortal boat flew across the sky. On top of the immortal boat, an old man with a white beard holding a dharma plate and wearing a robe representing the deputy master of Tingwei Mansion rowed across. The sky fell outside the Qingchi Sect. The old man collected the immortal boat and walked through the air towards the Qingchi Sect. His face was filled with anger under the pride.

"Cut off the young master's Ancient Yuan Sword, forcing the young master to take the Tianyuan Breaking Pill, and then beheaded the young master, causing the young master to miss the Supreme Order. Xuan Dan Sect Han Yi, today, even if you have just entered the Yuan Ying, It will also perish here.”

Huo Feicheng walked forward, but when he was less than halfway, he stopped again, looked to the side, and then his eyes flashed coldly, as if he was afraid.

"Jin Wang from the Yushi Palace is here too."

In the direction he was looking, there was a monk in blue robe, riding on a fairy boat with a unique shape. The boat was completely black, and the head of the boat had a unique shape, resembling a sword with a spear. The monk in blue robe was sitting on the boat. Above, behind the bow of the boat, and extending to the tail, there are only dark columns carved with beasts, gods, and demons.

This is not an immortal boat. This is clearly a giant heavy halberd, and this monk is sitting in front of the halberd.

This blue-robed monk looked like a young man, with long hair and loose shawl. He seemed to feel something. He looked at Huo Feicheng who stopped, and then took another look at Baohan Pond, which was hidden in the void more than ten kilometers away. , and then looked at several voids within a hundred miles of the surrounding area, showing a smile that was indeed the case.

"Sure enough, I came to the right time this time."

The blue-robed young man, one of the three palaces of the Qin Dynasty, one of the eight envoys of the Yushi Palace, Jin Wang in the late Yuanying period, did not put away the giant heavy halberd, nor did he stand up, but still sat leisurely cross-legged On top of the heavy halberd, he then took out a notebook and started recording.

"Yuheng Calendar, year 99827, Great Qin Calendar 13794."

"Jizhou, Yunluo Mountains, Qingchi Sect territory."

"Taiwei Palace, Neishi Mansion, Tingwei Mansion, Taipu Mansion, Dianke Mansion, eh, even Fengchang Mansion, the first of the nine palaces, has people coming."

"In addition, that one should be the elder of the seventh hall of the Soul Palace, the Sky Burial Hall, Yan Zhan, how did these rats in the Soul Palace know the whereabouts of Han Yi?"

"It seems that there are many traitors in the nine palaces. Forget it, let the palace master worry about it after reporting it."

Jin Wang continued to record.

"Two of the three halls, five of the nine palaces, plus the Soul Palace Sky Burial Hall, gathered in the territory of Qingchi Sect, all for Han Yi of Xuandan Sect."

"However, in Qingchi Sect, Han Yi has already used up the Supreme Order and has just entered the Nascent Soul stage."

"So..."

Here, Jin Wang stopped writing, holding the book in one hand and the pen in the other, sweeping the surrounding 100-mile range of the void, silent.

For the imperial envoys of the Imperial Censorate, one of the three palaces of the Qin Dynasty, patience and observation are their daily routine, and Jin Wang himself is not in a hurry.

And at this moment.

The second deputy palace master of Yanwei Mansion, Huo Feicheng, who came here, saw that Jin Wang did not move and only took notes. Although a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, after a pause, he swept his eyes to the void again, taking in the faint breath just now, and then snorted heavily, and the void trembled slightly.

"To deal with a person who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage, why hide your head and show your tail."

"What's wrong with doing it, old man?"

Huo Feicheng cast his eyes on Qingchi Mountain dozens of miles away.

Time goes back to when Bao Hanchi just arrived at the territory of Qingchi Sect.

At that time, Qingchi Mountain had returned to peace, and the raging thunder and lightning catastrophe had dissipated. Even the thunder sea that was pressed down and shattered seemed like an illusion, without any trace in the void.

Only on Qingchi Mountain, the Qingchi Hall seemed to have collapsed. A large pit about ten meters deep appeared in the hall, directly opposite the gap in the hall.

A figure rose from the hall and sat cross-legged in the void above the hall.

This figure was naturally Han Yi, and at this moment, she was no longer a Nascent Soul, but a real body. The Nascent Soul that had experienced tribulations and refined the true self had fallen into the space in his body.

Although the Nascent Soul Tribulation had passed, Han Yi did not relax.

Next.

It was the Heavenly Demon Tribulation.

Sure enough.

As soon as the thought fell, an invisible gap outside the boundary appeared nearby, and the passage leading to the outside world was silently opened. The coordinates of the present world were mapped to the coordinates of the outside world. The Heavenly Demons near the coordinates of the outside world smelled the breath of the just dissipated Heavenly Tribulation and the breath of the cultivators breaking through to a new realm, and swarmed into the cracks and came to Qingchi Mountain.

But Han Yi had already established the immortal foundation with his soul, and he also received the inheritance of Xia Quan.

Although he could rely on the evil-repelling pill to make the descending demons dare not approach because of disgust, so that they would wander around, and when the time came, they would naturally return.

But Han Yi did not choose to do so, but used offense as defense.

His attitude towards problems now is different from before.

This is the growth brought by realm and experience.

He took out the Soul-Destroying Bell from the Qiankun Ring, and then shook it gently. The first to bear the brunt was a newly descended demon lord. This demon lord, from the realm, is equivalent to the Yuanying Great Monk in the world of immortal cultivation. He just drilled through the crack and looked at Han Yi, showing his fangs, but only heard the sound of the bell, and endless chaos filled his mind, expanding, expanding again, until it exploded.

As for the other demons that followed, they were also shattered into powder after this demon lord.

In front of the crack leading to the outside world, a demon king who had just stuck out half of his head saw this scene, his eyes turned from greed to horror, and the speed of shrinking back was faster than the speed of rushing in.

After he left, the mapped coordinates were instantly broken, and the Heavenly Demon Tribulation was eliminated.

Han Yi tied the silver ancient bell around his waist.

This Soul-Destroying Bell is a real spiritual treasure, and in Xia Quan's memory, it was a spiritual treasure that the Lord of the Second Hall of the Soul Palace had used, and it had a high status in the Earthly Demon Hall.

Although Han Yi had not yet sacrificed it, but only stimulated its power against the enemy, it was already so powerful that even the Heavenly Demon Lord could be shaken away. If the sacrifice was completed, it would definitely be a killer against ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

When Han Yi sacrificed the Soul-Destroying Bell.

In a place more than 30 miles away from Qingchi Mountain, a middle-aged cultivator who was hiding in the void and wearing a gray robe and rushing towards Qingchi Sect had a slightly changed expression.

If Han Yi was here, he would definitely be able to recognize from Xia Quan's soul shadow memory that this middle-aged cultivator was Yan Zhan, the elder of the Seventh Hall of the Soul Hall, the Sky Burial Hall.

"Sure enough, Xia Quan has been killed by Han Yi of Xuandan Sect."

"Even his soul slaves have changed masters."

"It seems that Han Yi's main soul training should be soul-stealing."

"What a pity, Xia Quan's efforts over the years have ultimately helped others."

"However, Han Yi has not had his soul imprinted in the Soul Palace, so he is not a soul seed. If he can be killed, this Soul-Slaying Bell will naturally be mine."

"This is the spiritual treasure of the Lord of the Disha Palace. Although it is no longer useful, he gave it to Xia Quan, who he values, but if I take it from Han Yi, it will naturally be mine."

Thinking of this, even with his state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a little eager and excited.

Just at this time.

Han Yi, who was standing above Qingchi Palace, cast a glance towards Yan Zhan's position, swept his gaze over, and then retracted it.

But Yan Zhan, who was always paying attention to Han Yi, knew that the other party had discovered him.

"Even if he discovered me, what can I do? With so many people, can you still leave?"

"I don't care about other people. I just want to take back the soul palace treasure. Even the three palaces and nine palaces of Great Qin have nothing to say."

Han Yi, who was standing in the sky above Qingchi Hall, didn't know that there was already a Nascent Soul monk who was thinking about the death bell that he had not yet covered his body with.

Even if I am thinking about it, so what, no wonder I just did it again.

Just now, when he passed through the heavenly tribulation and the Nascent Soul tribulation became real, his senses increased infinitely, and he instantly understood the monks who were a hundred miles away and were faintly rushing towards the Qingchi Sect.

At that moment, Han Yi instantly knew how his whereabouts were leaked.

No.

It is not appropriate to say that it was leaked, it can only be said that it was tracked.

In the memory of Bao Zhesheng's soul, there is a spiritual treasure mirror in Da Qin. He was chased by Bao Zhesheng's gray-robed warriors in Dayu Immortal City because Bao Zhesheng used the mirror in the Supreme Pavilion to capture Han Yi's aura. Only by making a tracking disk can we accurately track Han Yi.

Han Yi naturally knew about the Immortal Appreciation Mirror, but he had previously thought that it would not be easy to activate the Immortal Appreciation Mirror in Qindu, at the feet of the emperor.

During this period, there was a gap.

And what he needs is this time difference. Under the pursuit of Yuanying monks, Han Yi will never be able to return to Daqian Immortal Kingdom from Qinzhou, across Yangzhou, Jizhou, and Yuzhou with the body of Jindan.

Therefore, having a baby was the only option.

Fortunately, the result was as I wished.

As for meeting other Nascent Souls after having a baby, it is not his crisis, but the crisis of others.

At this moment, after surviving the tribulation of the demon, the Nascent Soul was finally completed. Han Yi took a deep breath. For several miles around, the spiritual energy rolled and surged towards him, swallowing all the spiritual energy into his body like a giant whale swallowing the sea. .

This kind of power shocked Du Kun, and he retreated several miles away.

But Han Yi, who was standing above Qingchi Hall, frowned: "Not enough."

He flicked his finger gently, and in the Qingchi Palace, the original spirit gathering array dispersed. The nearly one million high-grade spirit stones stored in it suddenly exploded, and the spiritual energy rolled around and even turned into spiritual mist.

The spirit mist transformed into a dragon, and was pulled up, spiraling up, straight into Han Yi's body.

Looking from a distance, one could see a white mist like a tornado, reaching down to Qingchi Hall and twisting and circling up to Han Yi who was standing in mid-air.

And Han Yi was like a bottomless pit, continuously devouring this whirlpool of spiritual energy.

After three breaths.

Han Yi waved his hand to cut off the spiritual energy vortex, and then let out a scream, his face couldn't help but be happy.

Below, in the Qingchi Hall, in the spirit gathering formation, nearly one million high-grade spiritual stones were not consumed much, only about one hundred thousand were used.

And more than 700 top-grade spiritual stones were placed quietly and were not consumed.

These spiritual stones shortened the time for Han Yi to stabilize his Nascent Soul cultivation. If he practiced normally and slowly breathed in and out spiritual energy, it would take at least several years for the Nascent Soul monk to stabilize his cultivation.

But Han Yi is different. He has taken the golden elixir path to the extreme, and at the same time, his physical body is strong. He is not afraid of spiritual energy washing through his meridians. The massive amount of spiritual energy meets the needs of the physical body, and finally gathers in the inner world, and is sat cross-legged in the inner world. The Nascent Soul is absorbed, making the Nascent Soul quickly full and full.

The remaining part is turned into crystalline mana particles, like gravel, covering the world inside the body.

The road that other monks took several years to complete, Han Yi had already crossed in a few breaths of time, because before that, he had already taken this road to the extreme and had an extremely solid foundation.

then.

Han Yi stood up and waved slightly, and the Qingping Sword that had fallen into the pit of the palace flew up and fell into his hand.

As for Qingping Sword, unlike Han Yi's expectation, it did not transform into the prototype of a spiritual treasure during the catastrophe. It was still a half-step spiritual treasure, no different from before.

This should be Han Yi's only regret when he broke through Nascent Soul this time.

However, Han Yi thought that this sword was special, perhaps not because of the Heavenly Tribulation, but because the sword itself could not transform into a spiritual treasure with the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

That's it, that's all.

Holding the Qingping Sword and the Death Bell tied to his waist, Han Yi scanned the surrounding void, and finally landed on an old man with a white beard walking towards him slowly.

Talk about it.

From the sea of ​​thunder transforming into catastrophes, crushing and exploding, blasting Han Yi into the mountains, and then Han Yi rising again, overcoming the catastrophe of heavenly demons, attracting a vortex of spiritual energy into his body, and his aura rose and stabilized.

The time in this period is only a few breaths.

For Nascent Soul Lord Nascent Soul, it is not difficult to cross a range of tens of miles. However, Huo Feicheng, who was the second to arrive, paused for a moment because of Jin Wang's arrival. When he realized it, Han Yi was already Survive the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, sweep through the spiritual craze, and stabilize your cultivation base.

But he was in no hurry.

Even if he has a huge amount of spiritual energy, what can he do? Even if he has stabilized his cultivation, he can easily kill a Nascent Soul monk who has just broken through.

When Han Yi looked at him, Huo Feicheng sneered.

"Shameless boy, you should be killed for stealing the young master's destiny."

"Remember, the one who kills you is Yanwei Mansion, Huo Feicheng."

As soon as the voice fell, Huo Feicheng was only one mile away from Han Yi, but to Zhenjun, being one mile away was as if he was face to face.

At this moment, Huo Feicheng took action.

He touched the void in front of him, and a battle flag appeared in front of him. This battle flag was not huge, only as tall as a person. The battle flag was golden in color, exuding a blazing aura as bright as the scorching sun.

As soon as the battle flag came out, even the temperature within the Qingchi Sect suddenly climbed by more than ten degrees, as if they were on the extremely hot frontier in the northwest.

"Fire Flag, Old Ghost Huo offered a spiritual treasure right away, it seems he is determined to kill."

Ten miles away, Bao Hanchi's eyes condensed, and he put away his thoughts of watching the excitement. This kind of power is definitely a battlefield of the True Lord, and it belongs to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the highest level, which is not just a description of watching the excitement.

"Let's see how Han Yi responds."

Bao Hanchi turned his eyes to Han Yi above the Qingchi Palace, his eyes half narrowed.

And Jin Wang, who was not far from Bao Hanchi, did not look at Huo Feicheng, but stared at Han Yi, his eyes lit up, and continued to record.

"On that day, Han Yi of Xuandan Sect, after the heavenly tribulation, passed the heavenly demon tribulation, and crushed the descending heavenly demon lord with the Soul-Destroying Bell, frightening away other heavenly demons, and the heavenly demon tribulation disappeared instantly."

"Afterwards, he drew spiritual energy, turned it into a vortex, and entered his physical body. The strength of his physical body was unprecedented in the Jindan realm, and it was even comparable to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

"After the heavenly tribulation, in less than five breaths, his realm had stabilized."

When he wrote here, Jin Wang felt something was wrong, so he crossed out "already stabilized" and changed it to "judging from the breath, it has basically stabilized."

Then, he nodded to himself, as if he was satisfied with his own caution.

The pen tip paused, and he raised his head again, looking at Huo Feicheng, who was only one kilometer away from Han Yi. His face returned to normal, and he continued to write.

"Just at this moment, Huo Feicheng, the deputy lord of Yanwei Mansion, arrived and was one mile away from Han Yi of Xuandan Sect. His tone was full of murderous intent. After announcing his name, he took the lead in launching an attack."

"As soon as he made a move, he sacrificed his long-famous spiritual treasure, the Fiery Flag."

"The Fiery Flag swelled in the wind, turning the territory of Qingchi Sect into a prison of fire."

When writing here, Jin Wang suddenly raised his head and saw a flash of sword light on Qingchi Mountain, breaking the power of the spiritual treasure and approaching Huo Feicheng.

At this moment, Jin Wang's eyes were bright again, and the tip of the pen was against the book, and he forgot to write quickly for a while.

"Good sword."