Chapter 300 Qingxuan Dojo, Magical Powers

Everywhere you look.

Immortal mountains stacked up, immortal auras abound, immortal palaces are numerous, and immortal halls are endless.

Han Yi's heart was shocked. In the Beidou Realm, there are seven great worlds. He has experienced three of them, Yuheng, Tianquan, and Yaoguang, but no matter which one, it is far from such a grand occasion.

Combined with his experience of Taixu Xianxun, Han Yi has further guessed about the vast and boundless immortal atmosphere in front of him, that is, the place where he is at this moment should be located in a broken immortal world.

And the endless immortal world in front of him is naturally the scene of the Daluo Immortal Realm before it was broken 100,000 years ago.

The virtual world where the projection fell was actually a broken immortal world, which was unexpected by Han Yi. Moreover, looking at the scale of this Taoist temple, the origin of this broken immortal world is absolutely amazing.

In addition, Han Yi looked around and saw that the immortal palace, immortal hall, immortal building, and immortal tower in this Taoist temple were intact and not damaged. It was not like the 99% collapse in Yongxi Immortal City. This scene also made Han Yi's heart palpitate.

"Where is this place?"

This was the second time that this doubt emerged in his heart, and this question naturally referred to this Broken Immortal Realm. Where is it located and what is its origin?

Even because it was too shocking, Han Yi did not fully believe that in the blink of an eye, he had stepped from the Yuheng Realm to a mysterious Broken Immortal Realm.

Because he did not pass through the Liangjie Mountain in the middle, this was different from his cognition.

However, after taking a step before, the light and shadow changes he passed through, and the scene of being pulled down when he appeared, were the same as the experience in Yongxi Immortal City. At present, he deduced that he was in the Broken Immortal Realm, and this Broken Immortal Realm was much higher than the Broken Immortal Realm in Yongxi Immortal City.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the foul air, calmed himself down first, and then did not try to move his body. At this moment, he was in a fairy peak that was not too high and dangerous. He looked ahead, an endless and distant place, an endless fairy atmosphere, silent and soundless. Not to mention the immortals, even ordinary cultivators could not see one. This scene was very wrong, which made Han Yi alert.

After two hours, Han Yi restrained his scattered thoughts and slightly adapted to the pressure of this broken fairy world. He was very alert, holding the Qingping Sword, and walked down the fairy peak, walking along the direction of the sword sensed by the Qingping Sword.

For him, if this sword can be integrated with another sword and promoted to a spiritual treasure, his combat power will definitely surge again in a short time.

Moreover, after taking a step from the Yuheng Realm to this Shattered Immortal Realm, Han Yi discovered that the sword he sensed from the Qingping Sword was more firm and should not be wrong, and the Suizhu Token, which originally emitted a red and fiery light, was no longer abnormal and returned to calm.

Han Yi couldn't figure out why the Suizhu Token was silent again, but at this point, even if the Suizhu Token changed again, he would still choose to find the Qingping Sword first and improve his strength.

Following the direction of the induction, Han Yi walked very slowly at first, even like a mortal, extremely cautious.

But two days later, Han Yi saw that there was nothing unusual, so he gradually increased his speed. Although in this dojo, because the pressure rule was much stronger than that of Yongxi Immortal City, he couldn't even fly, but with the power of magic and physical body, his speed was also very fast.

In addition, this dojo is too big. Although his spiritual sense dare not spread out to explore, he was on the fairy peak before. Just the sight alone was at least dozens of miles away, all of which belonged to the dojo. Now, after walking for two days, although he passed many huge palaces along the way, Han Yi did not dare to enter rashly, but avoided them all and only passed through the outside.

This dojo is full of strangeness, and he can't be careless.

The speed is getting faster and faster. Han Yi's figure is like lightning, running in the dojo. Although his momentum is strong, his voice is not loud, and his breath is almost "nothingness". This is the embodiment of his extreme use of the disguise technique.

On the fourth day after he entered the dojo, sensing the Qingping Sword, he ran wildly near a huge fairy palace. Suddenly, he noticed something, his face changed wildly, and he stopped abruptly. Then, his figure flashed and appeared next to an inconspicuous side hall. He found a hidden corner and silently stuck to the wall, turning into a statue, motionless.

The next moment after he hid his body, eight figures fled out from a huge fairy palace at the core of the palace complex several miles ahead. At this time, Han Yi saw that the door of the huge fairy palace had opened a crack for people to enter and exit.

The eight figures were extremely fast, and their auras were no longer covered as they fled at full speed. Han Yi could still see clearly that the faces of these cultivators were either terrified, or ecstatic, or crazy, and so on.

Han Yi's heart trembled, because from the aura, the weakest of these eight figures were all Nascent Souls. The two in front were running very fast, and their auras made Han Yi even more shocked. They were actually in the late Nascent Soul stage.

After a quick look, it was found that this was a powerful team consisting of two late Nascent Soul, three mid-Nascent Soul, and three early Nascent Soul cultivators. Looking at their expressions, Han Yi had a guess that this group of Nascent Soul cultivators had somehow opened the gate of the Immortal Palace, sneaked in, and obtained the spiritual objects that made them ecstatic, and then encountered danger and fled away in fear.

In a flash, Han Yi's thoughts came up and he had already guessed this.

However, let alone the danger, even if there is no danger, knowing that the gate of the fairy palace can be entered and exited, Han Yi will not enter for the time being. For him, the most urgent task is to find Qingping's sword and merge it so that Qingping can be promoted to a spiritual treasure. By then, his strength will also increase greatly, and he will have more room to maneuver when he encounters danger again.

Seeing the eight figures fleeing several miles away in the blink of an eye, Han Yi looked at the gate of the fairy palace in confusion. Could it be that this pursuer could not leave the palace?

But the next moment, his face changed and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In his eyes, a figure that was not very strong suddenly appeared in front of the fairy palace. With Han Yi's eyesight, he could not detect whether this monk came out of the fairy palace or from where else. His speed was like teleportation.

This is a monk wearing a green robe, a young monk, carrying a green long sword.

What shocked Han Yi even more was that the young monk was not standing on the ground, but floating in front of the palace.

"Shenhua? Or half-immortal? Or immortal?"

Han Yi had a thought in his mind. This place was strange, but those late-stage Nascent Soul monks just now could not fly. Han Yi naturally guessed that only monks above the Shenhua stage could fly here with their powerful strength.

As soon as the thought fell, Han Yi saw the young monk looking at the place where he was hiding. Han Yi looked at each other and his heart palpitated instantly.

What kind of eyes were these? They were so cold that they were almost emotionless. Unexpectedly, there was no murderous intent, as if the soul in this body was not a human, but a puppet, and this puppet operated according to certain rules.

Han Yi was shocked and knew that he had been discovered by the green-robed monk. He was about to flee for his life, but the next moment, he stopped again, because the green-robed monk floating in front of the open fairy palace had already waved his hand gently, and the green long sword behind him was so sharp that even Han Yi could not see the trajectory clearly.

As his thoughts were jumping, Han Yi had already thought of something. He turned his head suddenly and looked at the eight Yuanying cultivators several miles away. When he saw clearly, a chill instantly rushed from the soles of his feet along his legs, the spine of his back, up to his head, and straight up to the top of his head, making him feel cold all over. Even at this moment, even the breath that was reduced by the disguise technique had a slight fluctuation because of the extreme shock.

The reason for such shock and shock was that at this moment, several miles away, the eight Yuanying cultivators were enveloped by a heavy green airflow, and above the airflow was a green long sword hanging in the sky.

No.

That was not the airflow, but the sword energy exerted by this long sword.

The green sword energy was extremely heavy and diffused and fell like a cover, covering the eight Yuanyings, or, in other words, this cover was transformed from the sword energy into a sword energy space that was almost a domain.

In that sword energy space, eight Nascent Soul cultivators rose up to resist. The aura of the half-step spiritual treasures soared into the sky, but they were completely unable to break through this sword energy world. The desperate roars stopped abruptly.

In just half a breath, there was no one in the sword energy world. Even the Qiankun Ring and the main battle spiritual treasures on the bodies of the eight Nascent Souls were turned into dust under the green sword energy, and then became nothingness, disappearing from this world.

But there were three items that emitted light of different colors, suspended in the green sword energy, without any damage. They were not close, so Han Yi did not dare to look at them more. He retracted his sight after just one glance.

And just with this one glance, his eyes were already bleeding. The green sword energy was actually separated by several miles. Even he could not bear it with just one glance, and his eyes were burned. If he faced the sword light directly, Han Yi felt that he would never be spared.

A few miles away, the green sword shook lightly, the sword energy dissipated, and the three spiritual objects, with spiritual light, shot up into the sky.

The young man in green robe waved his hand lightly, and prepared to take the three spiritual objects emitting spiritual light from a distance of several miles.

Han Yi was ready to escape. No matter what, this young cultivator was so terrifying, at least a god-transforming, or even a semi-immortal who was stronger than a god-transforming. Han Yi could not stay any longer.

But just as he stood up suddenly, something unexpected happened again.

The three spiritual objects that crossed the sky were instantly pulled in three directions by several terrifying suction forces. Then, around them, three figures suddenly rose up, grabbed the spiritual objects in their hands, put them into their body space, and then flew away in three directions.

When the rabbit jumped up and the falcon fell, it was already far away in an instant.

Han Yi was shocked again.

"The one on the left, I have seen him in Soul Shadow. He is one of the seven major forces of the human race in Tianquan Realm, Tianhuang Daojun of Qianyuan Sect."

"The one on the right, wearing the four-color python robe of Dagan, is most likely the new Duke of Dagan, Pang Sheng."

"The one in front, judging from his appearance, is not a god of Yuheng Realm. He should be a god of other six realms like Tianhuang Daojun."

With a glance, Han Yi had a guess and was shocked again. He didn't expect that there were three gods lurking around. The water here is too deep. No matter what the three spiritual objects are, no matter what other spiritual objects there are in this huge fairy palace, they are definitely not something Han Yi can get involved in.

He no longer hesitated, and ran away with all his strength. After three breaths, he subconsciously looked up and saw that the young man in green robe was holding a spiritual object and crossing the sky from above his head.

Han Yi saw the spiritual object clearly and his pupils shrank. That spiritual object should have been obtained by Taoist Master Tianhuang just now. In this case, doesn't it mean that Taoist Master Tianhuang had been slain by the sword of the young man in green robe within just three breaths?

It was so easy. This green-robed monk was definitely not an ordinary god. He was even very likely a semi-immortal. As for an immortal, Han Yi had this thought, but he felt that he should not be an immortal. If he was an immortal, the three gods who dared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth should have been killed at that moment.

The level difference was too great. Han Yi could not even guess or speculate clearly.

In just a moment, he suppressed all his thoughts and ran desperately, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.

This long-lost feeling has not happened for many years. The last time was when he was swallowed into the space in his body by the Devouring Demon God and arrived at the Yaoguang Realm.

It took a full hour for Han Yi to stop. The sound of his chest beating was so loud that even he could not suppress it temporarily. He took a deep breath and gradually calmed his pounding heart.

But even if he calmed down and was out of danger, Han Yi's face still became heavy.

Danger.

Too dangerous.

The scene just now was so appropriate that the phrase "Nascent Soul is worse than a dog" could not be said to be more appropriate. Even the Transformation Spirit was killed in a few breaths and could not cause any trouble.

At the same time, Han Yi's doubts emerged one after another.

"Where exactly is this place?"

This was his third doubt. This time, he was confused because the green-robed monk seemed to be a guard. In this broken fairyland, not only were there many fairy palaces and halls, intact, but there were also guards. The green-robed guard was so powerful that even the Transformation Spirit could not survive for three breaths and fell silently.

In addition, 100,000 years had passed since the Daluo Fairyland was broken. Could this green-robed young man have survived for 100,000 years?

But how is this possible?

According to the classics of Yuheng Realm, the life span of a True Lord is one thousand years, the life span of a Divine Transformation is three thousand years, and if a person is promoted to a Semi-Immortal and has not passed the Immortal Tribulation, his life span can be nearly ten thousand years. After passing the Immortal Tribulation and becoming a True Immortal, his life span is only one Yuanhui, that is, one era, 129,600 years.

This young man in green robe can live for 100,000 years. Could it be that I guessed wrong? Is he really a True Immortal?

But the strength of this True Immortal is too weak. He actually let the Divine Transformation cultivator take away the spiritual object from his hand?

Han Yi shook his head secretly. There are too many secrets that he doesn't know. His guess is missing too many elements. It is no longer a guess, but a fantasy.

In the early stage of effective guessing, there are enough factors. It is reasonable to infer four with three, or to make up ten with eight. If there are only three, missing seven, and let the inference be ten, then the final result will definitely go in the opposite direction.

After calming down again, Han Yi held the Qingping Sword and continued to move towards the direction of the induction. However, after only half an hour, he quickly hid again, because in the sky, a few miles away, there was another green-robed monk, flying across the sky. This green-robed monk did not look like a young man, but middle-aged, and his eyes were emitting green light, as if he was exploring something.

Han Yi tried his best to lower his breath, but he always felt that the crisis was approaching, and his hair stood on end. Just when the green-robed monk was a mile away, he felt the crisis at the top. Suddenly, he had an idea and stopped hiding his breath. While his breath was changing, he let his breath blend into the pressure of this Taoist temple and be consistent with the breath of the palace wall next to him.

Divine power, change of shape.

Sure enough.

After the breath changed, Han Yi's sense of crisis was instantly reduced. In the sky, the green-robed monk who was flying and patrolling passed through the sky and paused slightly, as if he was confused, but after some exploration, he still quickly passed by and did not fall.

"Fortunately, I escaped." Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, a dozen auras suddenly burst out from a few miles behind him.

Rumble.

The sword energy flew across the sky and fell wildly. The aura of a cultivator who exuded the power of the god of transformation suddenly stopped and fell.

In an instant, more than a dozen auras, no longer had the intention of resisting, scattered.

Han Yi was horrified and was ready to continue to flee, but he stopped suddenly. He sensed a familiar aura among the dozen scattered auras.

His face hesitated for a moment, but he made up his mind in an instant, because the aura he sensed was from Bai Yuya, the owner of Bai Yu Tower, one of the eight Yuanying major sects, and Bai Yu Zhenjun.

On the one hand, he still owed Baiyulou a lot of favors. On the other hand, this Taoist temple, and even this Broken Immortal Realm, were too terrifying and mysterious. Han Yi needed to learn more about them. He naturally didn't trust other cultivators, but if it was Baiyu Zhenjun, he still trusted him.

Thinking of this, he chased after him at a very fast speed, but compared to Baiyu Zhenjun, he was still a little slower. Just when Han Yi wanted to give up, he sensed the breath of Baiyu Zhenjun, but suddenly turned around and rushed towards him.

Han Yi's face was stern, and he had already dodged and hid in a hidden place in a less conspicuous side hall. When Baiyu Zhenjun approached wildly, his spiritual consciousness probed out and only shook to transmit a voice.

"Baiyu Zhenjun, I am Han Yi of Xuandan Sect. Believe me, I have a way to hide here."

This is all Han Yi can do. If Baiyu Zhenjun doesn't trust him, he won't expose himself and put himself in danger.

However, the legendary monk, the owner of Baiyu Tower, Baiyuya, was quite courageous. Without even a second's hesitation, he turned around and rushed towards Han Yi.

Han Yi's face was solemn. When Han Yi's figure approached him a hundred meters away, his mana surged and he pointed his finger out.

Divine power, shape-changing.

This magical power, which evolved from the art of disguise, can not only be used on oneself, but also on other creatures. Han Yi once conducted experiments in the back mountain of Xuandan Sect, turning a monkey into a giant bear and a tree into a monkey, allowing his breath to expand and emit a divine breath.

Magical power, change of shape.

This magical power of change has gone beyond the scope of illusion, close to the magical changes of the Zhoutian, and is not far from the immortal art. Moreover, this magical power can be used on oneself and others, which is the main reason why Han Yi dared to call Bai Yuya over.

Under this finger, the aura of Bai Yuya had the majesty of this Taoist temple. A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, but he immediately responded and suppressed all other changes on his body. His figure disappeared under the wall. If you don’t see it in person, you will think that he is this Taoist temple and part of the wall of this side hall.

At this moment, the two were less than 20 meters apart, but they were so tacit that they didn’t speak, and they didn’t even dare to probe their consciousness.

Just after Bai Yuya's aura changed, a monk in green robe flew over from high in the sky. Han Yi raised his eyes and saw the monk clearly, his pupils trembled slightly.

The third one.

This monk in green robe looked different from the two he had seen before, but his clothes and swords were quite similar.

The previous guess has more evidence.

These monks in green robe should be the guards of this Taoist temple, but even the guards are so strong that they can capture and kill the gods in a blink of an eye. It is extremely terrifying.

After a whole stick of incense, Bai Yuya dared to send a voice message, but there was no shock in his voice message, only a sigh.

"Han Yi..., Han Daoyou, I didn't expect you to enter Qingxuan Daochang."

Han Yi's heart was shocked. This 'Qingxuan Daochang' already showed that Bai Yuya knew much more than him. He thought about it and responded by voice transmission: "Daoyou Bai Yu, I entered this place from the virtual world a few days ago. From what you said, I should have a deep understanding of this... Qingxuan Daochang. Can you tell me?"

Bai Yuya did not hesitate and sent a voice transmission frankly: "Daoyou Han rejected Dong Chang's invitation and did not participate in the Beidou Immortal Meeting. I think he could only enter this Qingxuan Daochang through projection. Don't worry, now it is no longer a secret. It's okay to tell Han Daoyou."

As soon as Bai Yuya finished speaking, many thoughts emerged in Han Yi's mind.

Who is Dong Chang?

The invitation to the Beidou Immortal Meeting? Could it be referring to Dong Hou?

Bai Yuya knew about the Beidou Immortal Meeting. Could he be a member of the Beidou Immortal Palace? Then what is the relationship between this Shattered Immortal Realm and the Beidou Immortal Meeting?

Where exactly is this Qingxuan Daochang?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Han Yi suppressed it one by one and waited for Bai Yuya to explain.