Chapter 304 Xuan Huang Tai Chi, Token Swallowing
When Han Yi reached the peak of the Golden Core, he was already able to kill the early Nascent Soul stage. When he was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, he could even kill Yan Zhan, a soul cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage.
Although there were five cultivators in front of him, four of them were Nascent Soul stage, and only one was in the middle Nascent Soul stage. In his opinion, he was not good enough.
With a murderous intent like a raging fire, he had already swung out a sword, and the sword light was invisible, and he was extremely fast as soon as he struck out.
The distance between Han Yi and the five cultivators was originally less than three miles, and at this moment, when he swung out a sword, Yuan Long Zhenren, one of the five opponents, shouted lightly and took the lead and rushed up. With the speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it took less than a breath to cross the nearly mile area.
Han Yi could even see the strong murderous intent in the eyes of Yuan Long Zhenjun's face.
However
The face froze for a moment. The killing intent was still rising, but the light in the eyes had dimmed quickly. The inertia of the body was not reduced, and it still rushed forward. However, the body could no longer maintain its integrity. The head was facing up and the torso was facing down. Moreover, because the sword was too fast, the blood at the cut did not seep out.
When the Qingping Sword was about to cut off the Liusu Sword of the Liusu Master behind Yuanlong, Han Yi had already taken off the Soul-Slaying Bell from his waist. This spiritual treasure was good at group attacks, and it was most suitable to use it at this moment.
Then, he shook it heavily. With his current cultivation, this shake was not earth-shattering, but the invisible fluctuations, starting from him, were fan-shaped, and spread forward and covered.
The broken souls in the body of the Yuanlong Master who was annihilated by the soul-slashing were also crushed into powder by this fluctuation, like gravel being ground by a powerful machine.
The fluctuations expanded. The True Lord on the left side of Yuanlong True Lord was an old man with white hair and long beard. At this moment, the old man had half-closed eyes and did not show murderous intent. What he held in his hand was only a half-step spiritual treasure, a trident about two meters long and golden in color.
Actually.
In the world of cultivating immortals, except for the long-established large sects, most of the great cultivators in the early stage of the Nascent Soul only had a half-step spiritual treasure, or even only a top-grade magic weapon.
And this was earned by them after risking their lives for dozens or even hundreds of years.
At this moment.
The old man with white hair and long beard held the trident in his hand and fell behind the left side of Yuanlong True Lord. In his opinion, five people killed one person, and according to Yuanlong, this young man was promoted to the Nascent Soul in the past fifteen years, so there was really nothing to worry about.
But half a breath after the activation, a puffing sound came from the position of Yuanlong Zhenjun. This sound was too familiar. It was the sound of a magic weapon being pierced. Then, there was another extremely subtle crackling sound. This was not unfamiliar in his more than 700 years of immortal cultivation.
Yuanlong Zhenjun's magic treasure was cut?
Yuanlong Zhenjun was also cut?
Two thoughts emerged one after another. In a flash, he had already placed the trident in front of him. With a flick of his body, he actually transformed two clones on the left and right sides.
Although this old man with white hair and long beard had bad luck and insufficient immortal fate, he had lived for more than 700 years and had extremely rich combat experience. He even cultivated the ability of clones. Of course, this clone can only last for an incense stick of time, and cannot leave him more than 100 meters away, but this clone ability is really effective for him when fighting against the enemy, whether attacking, defending, or escaping.
Yuan Long was killed, and the old man's first thought was to save his life. The two clones were naturally used to confuse and defend.
The clones gathered and rushed forward, while his main body immediately retreated. However, just when the clones blocked in front of him, he only felt a "hum" sound, and there was an invisible wave, crushing and crushing. The first to be destroyed were naturally the two clones. Then, this wave drilled into his body, entered the internal space, and hit the Yuanying, instantly shattering the Yuanying. Moreover, this level of shattering was at the particle level and it was difficult to condense.
On the right side of Yuan Long Zhenjun, there was another cultivator. This cultivator held a spiritual treasure. This spiritual treasure was a tripod-shaped spiritual treasure, which was pregnant with terrifying power. However, under the attack of the Soul-Destroying Bell, even if he had all kinds of means and all kinds of magic, his soul was scattered in an instant.
Speaking of it.
From the time the two sides met their eyes, to Han Yi swinging the sword and shaking the Soul-Destroying, it took less than two breaths.
And within two breaths, among the five Yuanying on the other side, four of them were in the early Yuanying stage, and died under one sword and one bell. The double attack of the sword cultivator and the soul cultivator was powerful and strange.
At the back, the Yuanying mid-stage cultivator holding the spirit disk was a middle-aged cultivator. When he saw the other four people's breath suddenly five, his face changed drastically, and he had already slapped the spirit disk heavily with one hand. The heavy spiritual light spread out from the spirit disk and enveloped his whole body.
When the spiritual light just gathered, a blue-black sword energy had already hit the light heavily.
Peng!
The spiritual light shook, but did not break. Qingping was shocked and jumped high, retreating dozens of meters, and the middle-aged cultivator holding the spirit disk also retreated hundreds of meters under this impact, holding the spirit disk in his hand, and then hit the wall of a side hall hard, and the side hall shook.
However.
It's not over yet.
An invisible wave followed the sword light and landed on the wildly trembling spiritual light.
Snap!
The sound of destruction suddenly sounded.
Three miles away, Han Yi held the Soul-Destroying Bell in his hand and frowned slightly. His Qingping Sword, after being promoted to a spiritual treasure, could break anything, but at this moment it was bounced back by the spiritual light. What surprised him even more was that the spiritual light could even block the attack of the Soul-Destroying Bell.
What kind of spiritual treasure is this?
On the other side, the middle-aged cultivator holding the spirit disk had a horrified look on his face. You know, he got this spirit disk by chance on the road to becoming an immortal. Its original owner was a great god.
The name of this spirit disk is the Xuanhuang Taiji disk. It is an imitation of several supreme immortal artifacts in ancient times. The spiritual light it stimulates is called the Xuanhuang Light.
Although this Xuanhuang Taiji disk is only a medium-grade spiritual treasure, it is indeed very powerful in finding objects, defense, and escape. He has tested it and found that ordinary late-stage Nascent Souls cannot break the Xuanhuang Light in a short time.
At this moment, with just one sword and one bell, the Xuanhuang Light was broken on the spot. How could he not be shocked.
Before he was shocked, he saw the young cultivator three miles away. He put his two fingers together again, and the blue-black sword that had just been ejected was slightly shaken and disappeared from his sight.
"Not good." He was shocked again. Just now, he only thought about defense and did not want to escape instantly, but now he regretted it.
He had only seen the fierceness and speed of this sword on those powerful late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. If he faced it, even the Xuanhuang Light might not be able to stop it.
"Daoyou, I am the master of the 826th Immortal Mansion of Suizhu Immortal Mansion. Stop for now. I have something to discuss."
The middle-aged cultivator almost used up all his strength to roar.
And his hand on the Xuanhuang Taiji Plate was also surging with magic power. Once Han Yi hesitated, the terrifying sword stopped for a moment, and he would activate the Xuanhuang Light again. Moreover, this time it was no longer a defense, but a way to escape with the help of this powerful spiritual treasure.
But Han Yi's experience in fighting was so rich that he almost ignored what he said and blasted out with a sword. Before the middle-aged cultivator had time to react, the Qingping Sword had already appeared in front of him, and at this moment, the Xuanhuang Spiritual Light had just risen, but had not yet reached his head.
The sword pierced his head, and just as it appeared behind his head, the spiritual light completely closed.
Then.
The spiritual light compressed towards the center at a speed beyond Han Yi's imagination, and finally became a light spot, which escaped into the void and dissipated in an instant.
As the spiritual light dissipated, not only the middle-aged cultivator killed by Han Yi, but also his own Qingping Sword.
At this speed, even Han Yi's pupils shrank.
It was too fast. If he hesitated, the middle-aged cultivator would have escaped and there would be no trace.
Han Yi's figure flashed and disappeared in the side hall. Within a few breaths, he was in front of the cultivators he had killed. He waved his hand gently and put the Qiankun rings of several Yuanying great cultivators, several spiritual treasures and half-step spiritual treasures into the Qiankun ring.
Then, after sensing the location of the Qingping sword technique, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The location of the Qingping Sword is not far away, about ten to twenty miles away. In this range, the sensing is slightly vague, but it is still relatively accurate, and the situation is not too bad.
When the middle-aged monk just now activated the spiritual light and teleported away, Han Yi was still shocked. If it exceeds twenty miles, the Qingping Sword cannot be sensed, and this mysterious sword that was recently promoted to a spiritual treasure will be lost. The vast Qingxuan Daochang is so vast that it will be difficult to find it again.
After collecting the spoils, Han Yi identified the sensed direction and quickly plundered.
In his mind, the words that the middle-aged monk shouted before he was killed just now emerged.
The experienced Han Yi naturally knew that the shout was to disturb Han Yi and stop the attack. This trick was useless to him, but the content of that sentence made Han Yi think about it and flashed countless thoughts.
"Suizhu Immortal Mansion? The owner of the 826th Immortal Mansion?"
"So, the middle-aged cultivator also got the Suizhu token and entered it. I wonder if he reached the immortal road?"
"And the reason why these five cultivators can find me is probably because this spirit disk has the tracking effect, and they use the Suizhu token as a guide to locate their position."
Han Yi's thoughts were born and died, and his figure was like a stream of light, flashing away.
A moment later.
At the entrance of a hall, the middle-aged cultivator whose body had been separated was found. His eyes were round and frozen, and fear remained. However, his Yuanying was cut off and his head fell off. He was dead and could not die anymore.
Han Yi first put the Qingping Sword back into the scabbard behind his back, and then took the spirit disk into his hand.
It was gentle to touch, the spiritual light was swallowing and the breath was flowing. Judging from the quality of the spiritual light alone, this spiritual treasure is definitely Han Yi's strongest spiritual treasure at present.
On the spirit disk, the spiritual light was diffused and running on its own.
Under the spiritual light, a silver token was embedded in the center of the spiritual disk. The upper side of the token was branded with the word "Sui". From the appearance of the token, it was exactly the same as Han Yi's black token.
However, one was black and the other was silver.
Han Yi was about to put the spiritual treasure into the Qiankun Ring, but found that the spiritual disk was motionless.
He suddenly realized that the silver token in the spiritual disk, like the Suizhu token he had obtained, could not be put into the Qiankun Ring, but could only be put into the internal space or put on the body.
He did not think much, and transferred his magic power into the spiritual disk, trying to close the spiritual disk and take out the token.
After trying for ten breaths, Han Yi found the trick. When the magic power surged, the spiritual light that permeated the entire spiritual disk dissipated in an instant.
He reached out and was about to take off the silver token embedded in the spiritual disk.
But the next moment, the silver token was automatically suspended.
The black Suizhu token originally hidden on Han Yi's body was also out of control, leaving his body and slowly floating up. Then, the two tokens, one black and one silver, merged into one at a speed that Han Yi could not react to.
No.
It is not appropriate to say fusion, but swallowing is more appropriate. The higher-level silver medal swallowed the black token in Han Yi's hand.
A brand new silver token was suspended in the air.
Then, a fiery red light emerged from the token.
Han Yi was shocked. He did not want to enter the mysterious fairy house again for the time being. This place was the Qingxuan Dojo, which was full of dangers. If he missed the agreed return trip to the Beidou Immortal Palace and was trapped here, it would be very bad.
He subconsciously stepped back a few steps, but saw that the fiery red light outlined a portal in the air, but just when the portal was formed, it suddenly dispersed.
The silver token fell from the air and returned to silence.
This change really made Han Yi confused. He guessed that it might be because the Qingxuan Dojo was special that it could not form a cross-border channel.
After thinking about it, he picked up the silver year candle token and observed it carefully. This token was exactly the same as the original black token except for the different color.
The token was not unusual at the moment. Han Yi thought about it and put it away. Then, he took off the Qiankun ring from the middle-aged monk whose body was separated on the other side, and then left quickly.
...
When the fiery red portal outlined by the silver token in the air took shape and then collapsed.
In a certain void far away from the Qingxuan Daochang where Han Yi was, there was a monk sitting cross-legged, with no breath and dead silence, who suddenly opened his eyes.
These were a pair of golden eyes, with no sadness or joy in them, and dense data flowing. From these eyes, this monk was similar to the Qingxuan Immortal Guard, but different.
Then, the monk stood up, took a step forward, tore the void in this area, and rushed to the Qingxuan Daochang where Han Yi was.
Not long after this monk left, another figure followed closely. This figure was wearing a black robe, and his eyes were actually... silver.
Moreover, the figure that followed closely behind was a female cultivator from the appearance.
If Han Yi was here, he would be able to immediately recognize that this female cultivator was the ancient corpse that he had obtained from Yuanlao Mountain, and later determined that the other party was a fairy puppet.
However, this fairy puppet at this moment was very different from when it left in Yongxi Fairy City. The fairy puppet at that time had a pair of eyes that had no emotions at all. It was just a fairy puppet that followed the set rules, but at this moment, this pair of silver eyes had a little more emotion.
…
Qingxuan Dojo.
After receiving the token, Han Yi left, and suddenly a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart. This trace of uneasiness came a little abruptly. He guessed that it was the collapse of the fiery red portal just now that made him feel this trace of uneasiness.
However, with his current cultivation, he could not do anything for the time being, and could only temporarily abandon the uneasiness.
Then.
He continued to escape towards the coordinates agreed with Bai Yuya.
Seven days later.
Finally arrived at the agreed place.