Chapter 331: The Power of Guixu Alarms the Xuanxian

"Huh?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the owner of this voice was a young monk.

On the other side.

Han Yi, who took a step forward with the light realm magical power, did not stop, but took another step forward.

But this time, he felt a huge help. The teleportation distance that should have been one mile forward only crossed 700 meters.

Han Yi waved his hand, and the robe on his body instantly lit up. The five-color light of gold, silver, black, copper and blue flashed slightly, but then disappeared into the surrounding void and disappeared.

Under the five-color sword light, there was also a touch of imperceptible blue-black air.

When he sensed the murderous intent, he took two steps in succession and was blocked, so he instantly sacrificed the Guixu Sword Formation. Although this sword formation was an attack and killing formation, it also had extremely strong defense.

Moreover, the Qingping Sword hidden in the Guixu Sword Formation was also used as a hidden hand, which could be used at any time.

This was the instinct to avoid danger that he had cultivated in countless crises during his nearly 100 years of practice.

Then.

He turned around and looked around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a spiritual treasure, the Soul-Destroying Bell, appeared in his hand.

For him at this moment, the Guixu Sword Formation and the Qingping Sword were enough to kill him at the physical level. Although the Xuanhuang Taiji Plate was a mid-grade spiritual treasure, it had no attack function, but only auxiliary functions.

Therefore, in addition to the Guixu Sword Formation, the strongest means was naturally the soul attack. In addition, he practiced alchemy and fed back to the soul, raising his soul cultivation to the peak of the Nascent Soul. Now the Soul-Destroying Bell was definitely a big killer in his hands.

At this moment.

He found that the place where he was was an independent space surrounded by rich spiritual light. He was standing on the edge of the independent space. The second step he took with the Light Realm Divine Power was blocked by the spiritual light, so he had to stop.

To be more precise, this independent space should be the space cut out by the formation. In other words, after turning into the alley just now, he directly stepped into a formation.

"Fifth-level formation."

"Liang Yi Xuan Guang Formation."

Han Yi's face became solemn. He knew this formation. In Xuanzang Palace, he had read countless books related to formations. At this time, he only needed to judge it briefly to understand what kind of formation it was.

But it was precisely because he knew the origin of this formation that Han Yi's face became solemn, because this formation had two states according to the different formation eyes.

One was the fog state, which belonged to the fourth-level and below formations, and could trap people in a foggy space.

The other was the spiritual world state, which belonged to the real fifth-level formation. It could divide the space and form a world in a short time. Although this world was far inferior to the real world, it could also isolate any investigation and withstand the attacks of the cultivators at the level of transformation.

At this moment, the Liang Yi Xuan Guang Formation should be the second state, that is, the fifth-level formation, the spiritual world state.

And in the center of the formation, there was a figure looking at him, with murderous intent in his eyes, but also a flash of uneasiness.

This person was Yuan Qinghong, who had a grudge against Han Yi.

Yuan Qinghong's heart skipped a beat at this moment, and he felt uneasy, because Han Yi's reaction was too fast, faster than all his expectations.

More than 200 meters to the right behind Yuan Qinghong, there was a middle-aged monk who was holding a huge hammer high in his hand, but he did not use it, because the target monk who stepped into the formation dodged Chu Zhi's almost sneak attack, and his breath was on the other side of the formation in an instant.

He turned around abruptly, with a grim smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

This middle-aged monk was called Wang Xijin, and he was one of the two monks that Yuan Qinghong had paid a great price to hire to kill people.

About 200 meters to the left behind Yuan Qinghong.

A monk who looked like a teenager turned around even faster than him and looked at Han Yi who had already reached the other side of the formation. The "eh" just now was made by him.

This young man was Chu Zhi, who had practiced the body-refining technique and exchanged his youthful appearance for powerful combat power.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and a flash of sword light turned back from behind him and floated above his head, revealing a golden long sword. The sword exuded a noble aura, like an emperor.

After Han Yi turned around, he saw three monks who turned around and had murderous intentions. He just glanced at Yuan Qinghong, then moved his eyes away and fell on the young man who had just drawn the sword and gave him the strongest sense of crisis, that is, Chu Zhi.

"Late Nascent Soul."

"No, more than that, this young monk gives me the feeling that the danger level is more than the late Nascent Soul."

"Hidden strength?"

Han Yi's eyes swept over the middle-aged man holding the heavy hammer, and his eyes did not change. This man was only in the middle Nascent Soul, and did not give Han Yi a strong sense of crisis. In fact, he was weaker than Yuan Qinghong.

Then, he fell on Yuan Qinghong again, his eyes fixed, and the next moment, he had launched an attack.

From the time he noticed the strange aura around him, to the time he took a step forward, was blocked and turned around, recognized the Liangyi Xuanguang Formation, and then glanced at the three people, recognized Yuan Qinghong, and attacked without saying a word, only half a breath had passed.

"Kill!"

With a light shout, Han Yi shook it heavily, and his mind surged, blessing this spiritual treasure.

Strangely, no sound came out of this shake, but in the dead silence, a wave spread, with Han Yi as the center, in a fan shape, surging forward.

It's not over yet.

With his current cultivation, this low-grade Soul-Destroying Bell can be fully controlled. After shaking it heavily, he lifted it up again and threw it down. The second wave almost followed.

Then, the third wave, the fourth wave...

After nine attacks, Han Yi put the Soul-Destroying Bell into the Qiankun Ring. This Soul-Destroying Bell is really convenient for "cleaning the floor". In any case, he will blast him once. Those who deserve to die are basically dead. The rest are all hard bones.

After putting away the Soul-Destroying Bell, Han Yi lightly tapped it again. When his spiritual consciousness surged, the Guixu Sword Formation hidden around his body, the five-colored spiritual light gushed out and swept forward.

...

When Han Yi shook the bell, the three people in the formation space reacted at the same time and launched attacks at the same time.

Everyone is already in the Nascent Soul stage. They have lived for hundreds of years and are extremely strong in fighting. They can set up formations, separate space, and kill people. Although the target's alertness is beyond their expectations, they will not waste any more words on what to do next.

In front of Yuan Qinghong, there is a floating spirit bead. This spirit bead is the core of this fifth-level formation, involving the entire fifth-level formation. He grabbed the spirit bead with his right hand, and a group of illusory mysterious light was caught by him. This mysterious light is naturally the mysterious light in the two-yin and yang mysterious light, which is one of the core powers of the entire fifth-level formation.

This fifth-level formation was borrowed by him at a great cost. Although he cannot exert the power of the God of Transformation with his cultivation, he is infinitely close to the God of Transformation, and may even kill the peak of the Nascent Soul. This is his greatest confidence.

The mysterious light is close to the void, and its form is changing. After Yuan Qinghong grabbed it, he threw it violently, and the mysterious light suddenly increased, covering the sky and rushing towards Han Yi.

But when this mysterious light crossed half the distance, it was attacked invisibly. The mysterious light, which surged into a torrent, exploded directly from the head, and the explosion range became larger and larger, until the end, the mysterious light was completely boiling, and then, following the fluctuation, a bronze light from the five-color light spread, and in a flash, it dispersed this mysterious light that had lost its spirituality.

The sky full of mysterious light, dissipated.

"Middle-grade spiritual treasure?"

Yuan Qinghong, who was in the center of the formation space, stood up suddenly, trembling all over, his eyes were full of horror, but he noticed something, and looked to the right and back, only to see a figure, in an instant, the breath was completely dissipated, and fell down.

...

On the other side, when Han Yi took out the Soul-Slaying Bell.

The murderous intent appeared, and it had reached its peak.

Wang Xijin, who was two hundred meters behind Yuan Qinghong, was holding a heavy hammer and smashing it down into the void in front of him. The void shook, and a thunderbolt burst out from under the heavy hammer and went straight to Han Yi.

Divine power, thunderbolt.

This thunderbolt should have been ready to be launched the moment Han Yi stepped into the formation, as a finishing blow to Chu Zhi's killing sword, but Han Yi was too fast. He just raised the heavy hammer and Han Yi disappeared.

However.

After the hammer hit the void, Wang Xijin's face changed wildly. At this moment, he sensed a terrifying danger.

This danger made him shiver all over. His rich experience allowed him to pull the heavy hammer back and hold it horizontally in front of him. The huge hammer covered his entire body.

But the giant hammer in his hand, with a touch of spiritual light on the surface, exploded directly in the next moment. The spirituality of this spiritual treasure quickly declined with the explosion of the spiritual light, and even with the dissipation of the spiritual light, its spirituality dissipated completely.

Then, the giant hammer sank suddenly, and the weight of the giant hammer without spirituality returned to its original material.

But it was so heavy that Wang Xijin could still lift it with his strength. However, Wang Xijin, who was behind the giant hammer, trembled suddenly, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was extremely shocked.

At this moment, he already knew what happened.

Soul attack, Han Yi was actually proficient in soul attack, didn't Yuan Qinghong say that Han Yi was just a sword cultivator of the fourth-level alchemy master, why was he proficient in soul attack?

But he only had this thought in mind, and he could no longer have other thoughts, because when the giant hammer lost its spiritual power and suddenly sank, exposing his figure, the second wave of fluctuations followed closely, penetrated his body, entered his internal space, and landed on his Nascent Soul.

Bang!

The Nascent Soul exploded directly, and when it was about to reunite in an instant, the third soul attack followed closely, followed by the fourth, the fifth...

Slow down the time scale countless times.

When the murderous intent suddenly arose, Wang Xijin suddenly smashed down with a hammer, stimulating the light of thunder, and killed Han Yi, then pulled back the giant hammer, the giant hammer exploded spiritual power, and sank down, then his face changed rapidly, rising in horror, but in an instant, his eyes froze, no longer bright, and fell down.

In an instant, the soul was blasted into powder by the attack of eight soul-destroying bells, and it was dead and could not die anymore.

Wang Xijin, died.

As he fell, the thunder he triggered with his magic hammer collided with a golden light in the five-color light and disappeared into thin air. The golden light paused for a moment and then turned to the left.

…

And Chu Zhi, who was behind Yuan Qinghong on the left, was the only late Nascent Soul cultivator in the formation. He was also an unparalleled sword cultivator. In addition to being a sword cultivator, he was also a body cultivator.

When Han Yi shook the Soul-Destroying Bell, nine soul attacks rolled in. Although his face was solemn, he was not afraid.

He took out an object, which was a white stone tablet. The stone tablet hovered above his head, shedding spiritual light and covering his body. The nine attacks of the Soul-Destroying Bell were all blocked by the spiritual light.

It can block nine soul attacks. Nearly half of the originally white stone tablet has turned black. Chu Zhi took it back.

He showed a look of distress on his face. This stone tablet is a special one-time spiritual treasure. Its name is the Soul-Eliminating Tablet. This Soul-Eliminating Tablet is not the same as the Soul-Eliminating Tablet. This is a special spiritual treasure that can eliminate soul attacks. When the Soul-Eliminating Tablet turns black, it will be invalid.

Although it is a low-grade spiritual treasure, it can eliminate all attacks of soul secrets below the level of transformation. It is one of Chu Zhi's trump cards.

However.

While feeling distressed, the solemnity in his eyes has already brought a hint of horror.

According to speculation, his Soul-Eliminating Tablet can at least block four full-strength attacks from a cultivator of the same level as himself.

And the soul attack launched by Han Yi just now directly consumed half of the power of the Soul-Eliminating Tablet. Doesn't this mean that Han Yi's soul cultivation is much higher than his.

The soul cultivation of the peak Nascent Soul?

At the same time, he saw Wang Xijin falling down from the other side, with no breath left.

This time, the look of horror on his face was rapidly expanding.

But the three swords that followed closely had blocked his thoughts.

Black, silver, blue.

The three-color sword light and sword energy were vaguely connected as one, sweeping towards him.

The gilded long sword in his hand had already thrust out fiercely, and in front of him, a dense number of swords appeared, each of which was gilded, and the sword body was exactly the same as the long sword in his hand, as if it was the shadow of the long sword in his hand.

Divine power, sword shadow.

Sword shadow belongs to the magical power of sword, and it is superior among the magical powers of Yuanying.

But these densely packed long swords, when approaching the three-color sword that was sweeping towards Chu Zhi, were out of control and exploded one after another, turning into chaotic sword energy, which was swept away by the three-color sword and disappeared.

These swords were just sword shadows transformed by magical powers, but they revealed their true form in the Guixu Sword Formation.

"Sword Formation."

Chu Zhi's face changed again and he whispered.

Then, in a flash, he raised Han Yi's threat to the extreme status of a life-and-death enemy, and decided not to hold back. His body shook, and golden light emanated from his body.

His aura continued to rise, and in an instant, he rose from the late Nascent Soul stage to the peak Nascent Soul stage. A terrifying power that even the formation space could not bear faintly spread out from his body.

And the gilded long sword in his hand was also put away by him.

With a young body, the space could not bear it faintly.

Chu Zhi grinned, rushed forward, and directly broke through the space. He punched out and collided with the tip of the Silver Sparrow Sword that swept in front of him.

Peng.

The Silver Sparrow Sword flew back, and a bloody wound was also cut on Chu Zhi's fist, but no blood flowed out. The sword wound also healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually only a white scratch remained. In the end, even the white scratch disappeared.

The strength of the flesh is so terrifying.

However, after the Silver Sparrow Sword, the Void Sword and the Giant Whale Sword were already approaching. Chu Zhi was in the spiritual light space, and his whole body was shining with golden light. He punched out two more times, blasting the two spiritual swords away.

But just as he blew away the Giant Whale Sword.

On his side, the fourth sword that was originally rushing to kill Wang Xijin, the Chasing Light Sword, drew an arc, like a golden light, and directly penetrated Chu Zhi's body from the abdomen, leaving a bloody wound.

Chu Zhi's face did not change, and the flesh and blood in his abdomen squirmed, instantly blocking the wound.

But in his heart, he had already backed down a little.

He practiced the same ancient god-like body-refining secret method as Han Yi. When he reached the extreme, his body would be like an ancient god, immortal and indestructible.

He originally had confidence that if he released his true body, he could kill Han Yi.

But in the fight that lasted less than two breaths, his idea had been shaken.

This shake did not mean that he was not confident, but Han Yi's performance in these two breaths made him constantly refresh his position on Han Yi's strength.

At this moment, after he pounced on himself, he was facing a mysterious sword formation, and under the storm-like killing of many spirit swords, and under the possible other means that Han Yi had not yet revealed, the possibility of successfully killing Han Yi had already declined rapidly.

In addition, Yuan Qinghong was the victim, and he only promised to take action after taking huge benefits. Now Han Yi's strength is much stronger than originally believed, and the difficulty of the task has increased. He also needs to re-evaluate this task.

Just at this time.

He glanced at Yuan Qinghong in the center of the formation space, and saw his next move, and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

…

Yuan Qinghong was in the center of the formation space.

In the blink of an eye, as his thoughts jumped, he once again grabbed the spirit bead in front of him. Although there was hatred in his eyes, there was more unspeakable fear.

Strong.

Too strong.

Falling into a trap and trapped in the formation, he was able to fight three alone, and even killed Wang Xijin first, and forced Chu Zhi to use his body refining true body. Han Yi's skills were so strong that he felt cold all over.

Body skills, soul skills, sword formations, and the middle-grade spiritual swords in the sword formation.

Each one was beyond his expectations.

Therefore, after a brief collision, especially when his own spiritual light could not do anything to Han Yi, and Chu Zhi, who had transformed into a body refining true body and had the peak Nascent Soul combat power, was also blocked by the mysterious sword formation.

Yuan Qinghong was sure that even if Han Yi was trapped in this fifth-level formation, he would not be able to kill this mortal enemy without the power of the God Transformation level.

And he was not a spirit, nor was he at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. He could not fully mobilize the power of the fifth-level formation, and he could never kill Han Yi. As for Chu Zhi, he had the secret method of body refining. Although he had the combat power of the peak Nascent Soul stage, he could only protect himself here, and he could not kill Han Yi.

On the contrary, if he was not careful here, he would most likely die here.

Yuan Qinghong did not know why, in just twenty years, Han Yi had a terrifying sword formation. With the sword formation, he actually had the combat power of the peak Nascent Soul stage, which was really terrifying.

But at this moment, he had no time to think about it. With a firm idea, he threw the second ball of mysterious light he caught forward. However, this time, the mysterious light did not spread, but collided with the bronze sword that wiped out the first mysterious light.

The aura of the bronze sword was much higher than that of the lower-grade spiritual treasure, reaching the middle-grade spiritual treasure.

The mysterious light carried the strongest power of the formation that Yuan Qinghong could inspire, but it was only on par with the bronze sword.

As expected.

Block the middle-grade spiritual sword.

Yuan Qinghong raised his hand and fell again, but he did not grab the mysterious light, but slapped it heavily.

This time.

The spiritual light that made up the formation space shone and suddenly dispersed. Outside the spiritual light, there was an alley, which was exactly where Han Yi had just turned in.

At this moment, Han Yi's body had reached the middle of the alley, and not far from the entrance of the alley, Yuan Qinghong, who had a spiritual bead floating in front of him, flashed slightly, grabbed the spiritual bead, and was about to escape.

But the next moment.

A blue-black sword light hidden under the bronze sword came into view.

He was suddenly shocked, and just as he was about to scream, he was pierced by the sword light.

Han Yi, who was in the middle of the alley, had already surged with his spiritual consciousness when the surrounding spiritual light dissipated, and fell on the Qingping Sword.

And this time, he did not increase his speed to control the Qingping Sword to kill people, but wanted to do his best to stop the Qingping Sword from sweeping out.

But the Qingping Sword had been hidden under the shadow of the Zhen'e Sword when he had just cast the sword formation. When the Zhen'e Sword and Xuan Guang were fighting, the Qingping Sword had already risen up instantly. Its speed was already extremely fast. The Qingping Sword was not far from Yuan Qinghong, only a few hundred meters away.

At this distance, Han Yi's consciousness could not stop the sword light.

So.

The sword light passed by, and the habitual God Slash attached to it, and it had already pierced Yuan Qinghong's eyebrows.

"It's bad."

Han Yi's heart skipped a beat.

He was familiar with the rules of the Immortal Palace. In the Immortal Square Palace, it was strictly forbidden for cultivators to fight. Even if there was a formal reason, it had to be reported to the Zhengfa Immortal Palace and decided by the Immortal Envoy.

In the formation space, there was no problem in killing the cultivator holding the heavy hammer. Strictly speaking, that space was a small space cut out and could not trigger the rules of the Immortal Palace. But if he was in the Immortal Square Palace, if he killed someone, it would immediately trigger the rules of the Immortal Palace and attract the Immortal Envoy.

The thought moved.

The Qingping Sword that killed Yuan Qinghong and the scattered Guixu Sword Formation were taken back in an instant. Then, without any hesitation, Han Yi turned around and prepared to escape without even using the fifth-level formation.

On the other side.

Chu Zhi watched Han Yi kill Yuan Qinghong with a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

How dare he?

How dare he?

Doesn't he know the rules of the Immortal Palace?

Or is he such a reckless person?

But at this moment, he also had no time to escape. He was horrified to find that a breath of energy appeared from the Immortal Palace deep in the Immortal Palace and instantly spread to this place.

Then, a cold snort sounded, which shook his soul and soul. He could not maintain his true body and returned to the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

"How dare you."

"You dare to fight privately in the Immortal Palace? Do you take my Immortal Palace seriously?"

"Hmm? Two Immortal Palace cultivators."

"Hmph!"

When the voice sounded, Han Yi, who had just put away the spiritual sword formation and was about to turn around and escape, suddenly realized that the space around him was completely solidified. His body stopped in mid-air, motionless, and only his mind could function.

At the same time.

A terrifying aura enveloped him. He had seen this aura in Xinghen Xuanxian of Qingxuan Daochang.

Han Yi's face changed drastically.

"Xuanxian."