Chapter 293: Divine Soul Puppet, Kill the True Lord Again

Han Yi's eyes flickered, and his murderous aura was condensed but not released.

From Jin Wang's stationing, he guessed that there should be cultivators around who had not left, so the intention of the cultivator who had not left could not be more obvious.

And the location of this cultivator was exactly the place where he had seen the prying breath when he took out the Soul-Destroying Bell just now.

Is this a clear purpose? Or a sudden impulse?

Although Han Yi didn't know, it didn't prevent him from knowing what to do next.

After questioning, he sneered, flipped his hands, and took out three fourth-level talismans from the Qiankun Ring. With a touch of mana, the talismans burned to ashes.

Among these three talismans, one is the Five Elements Shocking Soul Talisman, which was obtained from Qiu Yao, one of the Seven Black Gods in Tianquan Realm, one is the Red Moon Immortal Slaying Talisman, which was obtained from the Qiankun Ring of the Demon Saint who was killed in Tianquan Realm, and the last one is called the Desolate Sand Universe Destroying Talisman, which was obtained by killing a peak Jindan cultivator in Tianzhu Si Xuantian not long ago.

These three talismans are all fourth-level low-grade talismans.

As soon as the Five Elements Shocking Talisman was used, the five elements of soul energy turned into five-colored light, which instantly swept across several miles of land and enveloped the hidden place that Han Yi had noticed.

The Red Moon Immortal Slashing Talisman turned into a red strange moon, which was like a scimitar, strange and gloomy, cutting through the space and falling from the sky.

As for the Desolate Sand Universe Destruction Talisman, as soon as it was activated, countless gravels seemed to come alive below the indicated area, flowing and jumping. Each gravel had life, and its life, which lasted only half a breath, had only one purpose, which was destruction.

The gravels shot up from the bottom to the top like bullets, turning into a gravel storm that reversed the universe, like a sand rain, but it did not go down, but up.

In an instant, the attacks triggered by the three talismans took effect at the same time. From a distance, the location pointed by Han Yi had a strange red moon above it, a gravel storm below it, and five elements of soul energy in the middle, triple danger.

Ten miles away, Jin Wang's condensed body suddenly shook, his eyes brightened again, and he even murmured for the first time here, although the sound was only audible to him.

"Talisman, and three talismans at once, decisive, really decisive."

"Moreover, activating the talisman, this Xuandan Sect Han Yi, just promoted to the Nascent Soul, his aura has not decreased much, and his mana is not as strong as that of the first promoted to the Nascent Soul."

"Moreover, at this moment, he really showed his killing intent, with the talisman in front and the spirit sword behind, this kind of grasp of the battle is already superior."

Jin Wang picked up the pen, paused again, put down the pen, and continued to watch.

In front of him, the talisman had fallen in that area, and the roaring sound continued.

The desert sand was endless, the red moon shattered the sky, and the soul swept across, blasting the space in that area to pieces. If it was a Jindan cultivator, even the most powerful Jindan peak, half-step Yuanying, in this place, his body would have been crushed into powder, and even his soul could not escape.

But Han Yi, who was a few miles away, just had a gloomy face.

In fact.

For him, these three talismans were just a test, because Han Yi knew that the person who could see him defeat Huo Feicheng, the deputy lord of Yanwei Mansion, and who had not left yet and was still peeping must think that his strength was above Huo Feicheng, that is to say, this hidden cultivator was definitely in the middle Yuanying period, or even... the late Yuanying period.

No matter what, if there were people with ulterior motives peeping around, Han Yi's first move would naturally be to blast the other party out first.

Although the fourth-level talisman was precious, it could only be used as a means of testing for him now.

And at this moment.

Under the talisman, a figure finally showed its trace.

This is a middle-aged man with a pale face and no trace of blood. The breath of the middle-aged man is not like that of a living person, but more like that of a dead person.

And this state is very similar to the corpse puppets that Han Yi encountered in the Tianquan Realm, in the endless corpse domain where Yuan Shun was. However, those corpse puppets are already part of the space in Yuan Shun's body, that is, the endless corpse domain. In front of him, this cultivator similar to corpse puppets is in a strange state of self-cultivation.

Although this middle-aged cultivator was forced to show up, his face stared at Han Yi, no longer hiding, revealing greed.

He walked in the desolate sand of destruction, and a dead gray light emanated from his hand. The sand and gravel that were close to him, the short life given to them, died instantly. The sand and gravel with the speed of bullets lost all kinetic energy in an instant, stopped, and then fell to the ground again.

And the broken and cut red moon also lost its color in an instant, from red to pale white, and then broke into endless powder, floating in the wind, strangely retreating, and the world was clear.

On the other side, the frightened soul that swept across turned from invisible to visible, turning into a five-color wheel. With just a slight pinch, the five-color wheel made a visible click, shattered into extremely fast pieces, fell down, and shook gently in mid-air, returning to invisible again, turning into soul energy, and scattered away.

In an instant.

The three fourth-level spirit talismans, even within a breath, were already in front of the middle-aged cultivator, leaving no trace.

Han Yi's pupils shrank, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He knew this middle-aged cultivator, or to be more precise, in Xia Quan's soul shadow, there was the memory of this cultivator.

Yan Zhan, the elder of the Seventh Sect of the Soul Hall, the Sky Burial Hall.

What made Han Yi relieved was that although Yan Zhan was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and was also a senior level among the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he was far from the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

If he was not in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, Han Yi would naturally not be afraid.

However, the other party is a Soul Hall cultivator, and the technique of cultivation is soul technique. Moreover, the soul technique of the Sky Burial Hall is even more bizarre and unpredictable, and many of them are related to death. No wonder the first impression that this middle-aged cultivator gave Han Yi was like a corpse puppet.

"It turned out to be the Sky Burial Hall, Elder Yan Zhan, how come, has Elder Yan's injury last time healed?"

Han Yi sneered and spoke.

The content of his speech was also what happened in Xia Quan's soul shadow.

More than ten years ago, Xia Quan refined the true teachings of the Nine Ding Sect into a soul slave, which triggered a war between the two holy places. At that time, Yan Zhan was blocked by a late Yuanying elder of the Nine Ding Sect and almost died. After escaping, he hid in a branch hall of the Soul Hall and practiced for a long time before recovering.

As soon as these words came out, Yan Zhan's face sank, and his pale face became even more terrifying. In his eyes, corpse qi surged, which was extremely shocking.

"Xuan Dan Sect, Han Yi?"

"The thing on your waist is the spiritual treasure of my Soul Palace. Hand it over obediently and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will train you into a soul puppet and trap your Nascent Soul in the Soul Burial Space, where you will suffer endless sufferings and be unable to live or die."

A few miles away, Han Yi, who was tit-for-tat, sneered.

"Elder Yan, I am a soul seed of the Tiangang Palace and have been marked with the Soul Palace's soul seal. Aren't you afraid that the Lord of the Tiangang Palace will detain your Nascent Soul and throw it into the Tiangang Tower?"

"Besides, now that I have been promoted to the Nascent Soul, you old guy, are you here to die?"

When he said the first sentence, Han Yi still had a sneer on his face. When he said the second sentence, his face was already stern, and the hidden murderous aura had already exploded.

Although Yan Zhan's expression remained unchanged, he was already shocked. Although he was certain that Han Yi was not a soul seed, the Tiangang Hall was the first hall of the Soul Hall, and the rules were different from those of the other twelve halls. What if Han Yi really had the Soul Hall's soul imprint and was recorded in the book? If he attacked him, it would provoke the Soul Hall elders or even the Soul Hall Master, which would be a disaster for him.

Two powerful gods were detained in the Tiangang Tower, and according to rumors, even gods wailed endlessly in it, neither alive nor dead.

However.

Han Yi's second sentence made his face gloomy.

The lifespan of a Yuanying can reach a thousand years, and Yan Zhan is already more than seven hundred years old. In the past few hundred years, countless battles have tempered his keen sense of smell for battle.

After being shocked and gloomy, he immediately reacted.

No matter what Han Yi said, he would take action. Why would he waste his breath? He could capture him, take the Soul-Destroying Bell, and press it to the Tiangang Palace. Then he would know whether what Han Yi said was true or false.

And he had absolutely done nothing wrong to the Soul Palace.

To unravel the mystery and see the essence clearly was the most direct, simple, and effective solution for himself.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhan's face returned to calmness. Han Yi, who was several miles away, knew that his words could not influence the situation after all, so he simply stopped talking.

Both sides, after a pause, launched attacks at the same time.

Yan Zhan had seen Han Yi fight Huo Feicheng, and knew that Han Yi not only practiced a Soul Palace inheritance, but also knew that Han Yi practiced both spirit and body, and that Han Yi was a sword cultivator with strong attack power.

Therefore, he did not despise him. As soon as he came up, he directly sacrificed the spiritual treasure, opened the spiritual treasure space, and even blessed the magical power. As soon as he came up, he went all out.

He waved his hand gently, and a white scroll appeared in the air. Then, the scroll suddenly opened and expanded rapidly, turning dozens of kilometers of land into another space.

Spiritual treasure, Sky Burial Soul Puppet Diagram.

And in the space where the Sky Burial Soul Puppet Diagram unfolded, the magical power was also activated.

Before, Huo Feicheng's Fiery Flag unfolded into the Fiery Prison, blessed by the Hell Fire magical power, and now, Yan Zhan's Sky Burial Soul Puppet Diagram, after unfolding, it is... the Soul Burial Space.

And his magical power is: Soul Puppet.

In the Soul Burial Space, gray-white figures emerged one after another. These figures were all monks killed by Yan Zhan, whose spirits were detained, their bodies were re-refined, and they were turned into his own soul puppets.

Sky Burial Soul Puppet Diagram, Soul Burial Space, and Soul Puppet with magical power.

Han Yi's face sank.

Today's two battles let him know that the fighting style of Yuanying cultivators with spiritual treasures and magical powers is different from that of Jindan cultivators.

Generally, cultivators in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage rarely have spiritual treasures. Although they have magical powers, they are only powerful skills and spells. However, most cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage have spiritual treasures. With magical powers, they bless spiritual treasures, and spiritual treasures amplify magical powers. Their power and fighting methods have undergone a new change.

Although Han Yi used soul skills to repel Huo Feicheng before, he was not sure whether this soul skill would be effective against Yan Zhan. After all, the other party was also proficient in soul skills, and he would not use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, he took away the soul slave space from Xia Quan. If it was taken away, everything he had would belong to the other party.

When the thoughts surged, dozens of soul puppets were approaching. Han Yi was not panicked. The Qingping sword that was always hanging in front of him swept out in an instant, slashed across, and killed many soul puppets one by one.

These soul puppets are not pure souls and primordial infants, but a deep combination of souls and primordial infants and the flesh. They were made by Yan Zhan using the secret technique of the Heavenly Burial Hall and endowed with the magical power of "soul puppets", which gave them the strange ability to attack the flesh and souls and primordial infants at the same time.

But.

It's useless.

Han Yi's soul-slashing secret technique is attached to the Qingping Sword. Whether it is the soul and primordial infant or the flesh, it can be destroyed with one strike.

After discovering this, Han Yi sneered. He had worried too much before. The opponent was a Soul Palace cultivator, and what he was least afraid of was soul attack. As long as he did not use the Soul Slave Space and let the opponent take advantage of it, he would be invincible.

Thinking of this.

Han Yi took out the Demon-Suppressing Sword and the Spring and Autumn Sword again. The three swords moved together, turning into a storm of sword light, setting off a storm of destruction in this Soul Burial Space.

Countless soul puppets melted under the sword light, whether it was the flesh or the soul and the Nascent Soul, they were all killed one by one.

Among them, most were golden elixirs, and there were only seven Nascent Soul soul puppets, six of which were in the early stage of the Nascent Soul and one was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

In the Soul Burial Space, each soul puppet can perform a solidified soul technique.

This is a siege. If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage, he would have been killed by the weird soul attack and physical attack.

Little did he know.

What Han Yi was least afraid of was siege.

At this moment, in the space inside his body, the Nascent Soul was wearing armor, and outside the armor, there was a soul sword array. This was Han Yi's experience in fighting the enemy, using offense as defense and multiple defenses.

But he thought too much.

The soul arts of the outside world basically could not break through his soul sword array, and he controlled the sword and attached the soul-slashing, but he could kill the soul puppets that could reunite the flesh and soul without leaving a single piece of armor.

It was just three short breaths.

In the soul burial space, there were only two Nascent Soul early stage soul puppets and one Nascent Soul middle stage soul puppet, and the other soul puppets that reunite the flesh were no longer moving.

This scene.

made Yan Zhan's face change drastically.

"Soul-slashing?"

"Your main soul art is actually soul-slashing."

But in an instant, he became gloomy again. For him, the golden elixir can be damaged, and the Nascent Soul is hard to find. In this battle, he has already lost four Nascent Soul soul puppets, which is a big loss. He must make up for this loss on Han Yi.

"Hmph."

"But, knowing that your main skill is Soul Slash, it will be easy to deal with you."

As soon as Yan Zhan thought, the soul puppet of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul standing in the Soul Burial Space suddenly opened its eyes, and the gray light, in a fan shape, destroyed Han Yi.

A strange soul attack, along with the surging light, fell on Han Yi.

Han Yi was already alert when he saw this, but the light was too fast, and he only moved half a body to the side, and the light had already reached him, and then he trembled all over.

In the space in his body, before the Nascent Soul, a gray light appeared in an instant, and then pushed forward, the formation dispersed, and the soul sword broke.

Then, it was approaching Han Yi's Nascent Soul.

But Han Yi was already prepared. Yan Zhan thought that his main skill was Soul Slash, but he didn't know that because of the existence of the proficiency panel, all his soul skills could instantly reach the strongest level, without any shortcomings.

He pointed forward heavily, and the Soul Decay instantly fell into a gray light.

The light was visibly dull, and the speed was getting slower and slower. Finally, it stopped completely one zhang in front of the Nascent Soul. Then, it slowly melted like ice and snow encountering a raging fire.

Although its melting speed was not fast, it was much slower than when Han Yi used the Soul Decay to fall on the souls of other cultivators before, but this melting was firm and irreversible.

Three breaths.

After three full breaths, this light had completely turned into nothingness, and Han Yi's Nascent Soul breathed a sigh of relief.

Speaking of it.

His most powerful soul technique at the moment was still the five doors cultivated in the Nine-Layer Soul Tower. As for the inheritance of the Nine Soul-Destroying Bell taken from Xiaquan and the Earthly Demon Palace, it was not strong. Even the strongest Earthly Demon Soul Sword was only returning to the original state, and it was still one step away from transcendence. The other three auxiliary soul techniques, the Nine Soul-Destroying Seals, the Soul-Forbidden Technique, and the Soul-Destroying Bell, were only at the initial stage of returning to the original state.

However, as long as the inheritance of the Nine Soul-Destroying Bells is practiced to the level of transcendence, these four soul arts will be brought to the level of transcendence and reach the peak in an instant.

This is the proficiency panel, the heaven-defying place in practicing soul arts.

At this moment.

On Qingchi Mountain, when the soul art, the soul puppet, which has transformed into a magical power, fell on Han Yi, Han Yi instantly became motionless, and Yan Zhan finally smiled.

Having been hit by his own soul puppet, Han Yi's life and death are in his own hands. Next, whether it is the Soul-Destroying Bell or everything Han Yi has, it will become his own nutrients to help him take a step towards the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

But in just three breaths, the three swords that had stopped whizzed past and killed the only three soul puppets left in the Soul Burial Space on the spot. Even the only soul puppet of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul that he had obtained in the past hundreds of years was killed by the Qingping Sword, and the flesh and the imprisoned and controlled Nascent Soul were all destroyed.

The smile on Yan Zhan's face froze, and in an instant, it turned into a raging anger.

However.

When he was still in shock and anger, he saw a sword swooping up and slashing down, cutting the soul burial space without soul puppets into two pieces. The soul burial space that was split into two pieces returned to the sky burial soul puppet map, but this spiritual treasure had been split into two pieces and fell down.

This scene was repeated twice in one day on Qingchi Mountain. The last time was the Fiery Flag, and this time it was the Sky Burial Soul Puppet Map.

At the same time.

Han Yi, who was controlling Qingping with all his strength, had bright eyes and knew that a rare opportunity had come. He did not hesitate to pick up the Soul-Destroying Bell on his waist, and the soul energy surged and fell into the Soul-Destroying Bell, shaking it heavily.

After all, he had not yet sacrificed this spiritual treasure. The previous blow when he passed the Heavenly Demon Tribulation was not easy, and this time, it even injured his Nascent Soul and fed back into his body. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he had already suffered a serious injury.

But Han Yi's eyes suddenly brightened.

Then, he shook again, his soul energy dropped, but his eyes became brighter, and his Nascent Soul escaped from his body for the first time, and several soul decay techniques were successively offered.

On the other side.

The Qingping sword was fast, and the Soul-Destroying Bell rang.

All the soul puppets were killed, and the spiritual treasures broke and fell. Yan Zhan, who looked unbelievable, was already horrified, and suffered a backlash. His breath was instantly weak, and what caught his eyes was a long sword that swept over.

He was about to offer other spells to block this sword, but he found that a roar fell into his head, shaking his Nascent Soul and making him lose his composure. When he reacted, the only word in his mind was "Soul-Destroying Bell".

Then.

Puff!

The Qingping sword passed by, and the huge head turned unsteadily and soared into the sky.

To be continued.

The Soul-Destroying Bell rang again, and the Yuanying that had escaped from the headless body was instantly shaken, and his eyes were dull.

If Han Yi had completely refined the Soul-Destroying Bell, Yan Zhan's Yuanying would have been completely destroyed with just this one blow, but Han Yi only forcibly activated the Soul-Destroying Bell, and it was not easy for him to exert 30% of the power of this spiritual treasure.

Just when Yan Zhan's Yuanying was attacked by the Soul-Destroying Bell and half of his soul energy was shaken away, there was another attack. The Yuanying that escaped from Han Yi's body crossed several miles and landed on Yan Zhan's Yuanying.

The Yuanying that had originally lost its mind had come back to its senses, and a cry of surprise sounded in an instant.

"Soul decay."

"It's soul decay."

"Near-immortal soul technique, you, you actually know this soul technique."

Yan Zhan, who only had the Yuanying left, no longer had anger, but only horror.

He didn't hesitate any more, and the Yuanying escaped and was about to leave.

But it was too late.

In an instant.

Another soul fell into the Nascent Soul, followed by the second, the third...

And the sword that cut his body also turned back and cut it fiercely.

The soul fell again.

The Nascent Soul paused and turned around with difficulty, but only half of the body turned, and it had completely melted between heaven and earth, leaving no trace.

Above the Qingchi Palace.

The light in Han Yi's eyes gradually extinguished, and his breath dropped a thousand feet.

And this battle.

He, as a body that had just promoted to the Nascent Soul, killed the elder of the Heaven Burial Palace, Yan Zhan, who was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, on Qingchi Mountain. This matter was bound to spread, and the storm it caused was extraordinary.

But he didn't care, didn't deliberately make a name for himself, and didn't deliberately hide it.

He just waved his hand gently, and recalled the Heaven Burial Soul Puppet that fell and split into two pieces, and the Qiankun Ring on Yan Zhan's headless body. Then, he took a deep look at Jin Wang, who was more than ten miles away, and didn't dare to stay.

Release the immortal boat and go south.

Next...

Return to the clan.