Chapter 391: A Century-Old Knot, the Magic of Flying Sword

The silver-white metal piece looks like a broken narrow blade, shining with cold light.

In the palace, this lifeless Taoist should have been killed by the blade light, and even his soul was annihilated on the spot.

Combined with what Taiyuan said just now, there is a trace of the breath of the Heavenly Demon Halberd here. Han Yi speculated that this broken blade is most likely the fragment of the so-called Heavenly Demon Halberd.

"Senior Taiyuan, is the trace of the breath of the Heavenly Demon Halberd you mentioned the metal fragment inserted on the Taoist's head?" Han Yi asked in his heart.

This time, Taiyuan did not remain silent, but responded slowly with an inexplicable tone of emotion:

"Yes, it is the fragment of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, it should be the fragment of the halberd tip."

"Even the Heavenly Demon Halberd is broken, it seems that the old demon of the Heavenly Demon has really died."

Han Yi was shocked. As he expected, the old demon of the Heavenly Demon mentioned by Taiyuan should be the Heavenly Demon Daozu, and the Heavenly Demon Halberd is the Taoist weapon of the Heavenly Demon Daozu. The immortal who can be killed by the fragment of the Taoist weapon is definitely not an ordinary immortal.

The Taoist who looked so lifelike in front of him must have been a big shot in the ancient times. The worst case was probably that of a Taiyi Realm Immortal Lord, or even a Daluo Realm Immortal Lord.

Even if such a person died, he could easily crush him to death with just a trace of residual power.

He stepped back a few steps and reached the door of the palace, ready to cross the threshold and leave, but in his mind, Taiyuan's voice rang again.

"Your sword-controlling technique has reached the level of an immortal technique. Although I don't know how you did it, if you can get this halberd tip and control it like a sword, it will surely be a killer move."

"The opportunity is given to you, grasp it yourself."

The old voice stopped here and fell silent again.

And Han Yi's eyes were obviously hesitant. After just a breath, he decided to give it a try. As Taiyuan said, this was a great opportunity. It was a fragment of a Taoist weapon, and its material was special. If he really got this fragment, it would be his trump card.

Han Yi's mind moved, and he had a plan. He first left this palace, and then took out a fifth-level talisman. This talisman was obtained by killing several incarnation monks in Taiqiu Xianhu at that time. It was called Qianyuan Jingshen Talisman.

The magic power was integrated into the talisman, and the talisman became empty and flew forward. There was a sudden sound in the void, and it fell on the Taoist in the palace.

What surprised Han Yi was.

In just a moment, the Taoist seemed to not exist in the world, turning into nothingness, not even powder.

Clang!

The broken metal pieces fell down, making a crisp metal collision sound.

So simple?

Han Yi raised his eyebrows, a little unbelievable, a Taoist corpse that was most likely Taiyi Immortal Lord or even Daluo Immortal Lord just turned into nothingness in front of him.

Little did he know.

If the Taoist in front of him had died in other ways, the trace of external power left after his death would have destroyed Han Yi's soul and spirit. However, this Taoist died under the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd. In fact, his body and soul had been destroyed under the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, leaving only one thought.

That's right, the Taoist that Han Yi saw was actually just his last thought, and this thought could only maintain its image for a long period of 100,000 years.

Not to mention the fifth-level spirit talisman, even the third-level or even the second-level spirit talisman, as long as there is external force involved, the image derived from this thought will dissipate.

Han Yi shook lightly and walked forward. When his thoughts moved, the gray-white light on his body became thicker again, but there was no other abnormality until he walked in front of the metal fragment.

At this moment, he could see the full picture of the metal fragment.

From the external shape, it looks like a broken spear tip. What Han Yi saw just now should be the broken surface of the spear tip, and the top should be inserted into the Taoist's head.

This spear tip is silver-white and shimmering with cold light, but there is no trace of the breath of immortal weapons, not even the breath of spiritual treasures. At first glance, it looks like a broken ordinary silver spear tip.

But Han Yi knows that this seemingly ordinary broken spear tip is the fragment of the Heavenly Demon Halberd mentioned by Tai Yuan.

He did not rashly use his spiritual sense to explore. After all, this is a Taoist weapon. Even if it is a fragment, once it explodes, it is not something he can resist. Even the Four Sources of Taoism will definitely be difficult to stop.

He squatted down, covered his hands with a layer of red divine fire, and picked up the fragment.

Hmm?

After taking it in hand, Han Yi was surprised.

Light.

Too light.

If he hadn't held it in his hand, he would have felt that there was nothing in his palm.

Suddenly thinking of something, Han Yi cancelled the divine fire blessing and used his physical body to sense it, but he still couldn't feel the weight, and even the sense of touch seemed to be non-existent, which was really weird.

Han Yi further explored, but still found nothing. Finally, he scanned with his spiritual sense and found that he could sense this thing, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't even sense this thing, how could he control this fragment of the weapon?

However, his spiritual sense that entered the fragment disappeared instantly, without a trace of feedback, but he could feel that he had a little connection with the fragment.

He tried to pour in more spiritual sense, but in just three breaths, the fragment began to float under the control of his thoughts.

"There's a chance." Han Yi was happy in his heart: "I just don't know how powerful it is?"

But it will take a long time to refine this fragment, and it won't be done in one go, so Han Yi put it away first.

Then, he left the palace again and flew towards the place where Pangcheng was sensed before.

Along the way, he encountered several Heavenly Demon Gods, and killed them easily. These Heavenly Demon Gods were good at soul arts, but Han Yi was now only one step away from condensing the eighth soul art, so he was naturally not afraid.

Especially the soul-slaying art, which was extremely lethal to these Heavenly Demon Gods. It did not require the use of extremely powerful immortal arts, but only the sword-controlling art of the extreme level, and could easily kill them.

A moment later.

He finally arrived at the highest point of the valley, and saw Pang Cheng floating outside a destroyed palace.

At this moment, Pang Cheng was casting a spell to break open a mysterious jade box. The jade box was originally embedded in the depths of the palace, but the palace was directly destroyed by him, and the secret room where the jade box was located was also exposed.

Pang Cheng hit it casually, but found that he could not open the jade box, which aroused his interest. This kind of defense strength showed that there must be a big secret in it, and one of the reasons why he entered the Heavenly Demon Dao Realm was to find the secret of becoming an immortal.

Therefore, he did not let go of the jade box and continued to bombard the jade box. The thick demonic energy on the jade box gradually disintegrated under his bombardment, but it was always a step short.

At this moment, a three-eyed six-armed demon god approached this place. Pang Cheng had some impression of this demon god, but not much. He just turned around and said the word "roll". The sound was like thunder, roaring and exploding. If it was just an ordinary demon god, he would definitely flee in embarrassment in front of his power.

But the other party was not moved by it, and his figure was not affected at all. He just said coldly: "Dagan Zhenguogong Pangcheng."

Pang Cheng raised his eyebrows and turned to look over, but found that the other party's figure had changed from a three-eyed six-armed demon god to a human cultivator.

"Hmm?"

"Dagan Zhenguogong? Such a long-standing name."

"Are you a Dagan cultivator?"

Pang Cheng stopped attacking the jade box and looked at the human cultivator with interest, with more waves in his eyes.

Opposite Pangcheng, Han Yi changed into his original form. He had been walking along the way, and Yi had formed a demon body in order to reduce obstacles. Facing Pangcheng, he changed into his original form in order to settle the cause and effect of a hundred years ago.

"I am Han Yi from Xuandan Sect. Back then..."

Han Yi said, but after just a few words, he shook his head again. He was a little out of control. This plot of self-reporting and seeking revenge was also the knot left in his heart by Qin Wuxian's death.

Since we have met, why say more.

He took a deep breath, and as soon as he thought about it, the Qingping Sword behind him leaped up and swept out lightly.

Chila.

Pangcheng originally wanted to wait for Han Yi to tell the story of seeking revenge to add some fun to his boring demon life for decades, but he didn't expect that the other party would stop abruptly after reporting his identity, and no more words were spoken. Instead, he was replaced by a crisp and sharp sword.

Fast, very fast, even close to his strongest reaction speed.

The sword light passed by his side, and wherever it passed, the demonic energy was directly wiped out and dissipated.

"Hmm?"

"Interesting, this sword, if it were an ordinary demon god, would not be able to resist it."

"With the cultivation of the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, you can actually use such a magical sword. You have a lot of secrets."

Pang Cheng gently pointed out, and a condensed black demonic energy burst out from his fingertips. The demonic energy swirled and turned into a cone, breaking through the air. The speed was even faster than Han Yi's sword just now.

The demonic cone fell on Han Yi, and the terrifying demonic energy exploded. A figure was blasted to a palace several miles away, crushing several palaces and raising smoke and dust.

But Pang Cheng, who was suspended in the air, had a slightly gloomy face.

"Not dead?"

A few miles away, the smoke and dust mixed in the demonic energy, and before it subsided, a figure flew out from it. It was Han Yi.

At this moment, Han Yi's gray-white light on his body weakened by about 10%, which made him feel relieved.

His first strike was just a test. This was his first battle with a half-immortal, so he had to be cautious. He couldn't attack at full speed right away, but he had to keep some strength in case of any changes.

He came to kill the enemy, not to die together.

Sure enough, an ordinary extreme peak strike could indeed cause danger to a half-immortal, but it was not fatal. The attack of the Four Sources of Taoism on a half-immortal could be completely resisted, but he would have to bear the subsequent impact himself. Fortunately, he had practiced the ancient god system, and his physical body was much stronger than that of an ordinary half-immortal, so he was naturally not afraid of such an impact.

Just one move and one style, Han Yi had a clear understanding and positioning of his own strength.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shone with light, and his whole body was burning with divine fire. His body suddenly expanded to the limit of life and death, nine meters high, his divine orifice opened, and his whole body was gushing with divine power. From a distance, he looked like a fire god.

Swish!

Under the power of the mind world, his figure disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already behind Pang Cheng. He punched out with a divine fire like a wave, turning into a limit-breaking blow.

The ancient god's fist of destruction.

No, more than that.

This punch, under the ancient god's destruction, was also blessed by the ghost car's demon power and the mana of the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit.

This is the superposition of three systems, which is Han Yi's strongest state at this moment except for the immortal art.

However, when Han Yi disappeared, Pang Cheng had already noticed it and quickly condensed a dark light shield. On the shield, a palace appeared. On the palace, a demon god sat cross-legged. Around the demon god, countless demons bowed their heads.

Bang! !

The light shield shook, but did not break, but Pang Cheng behind the light shield finally showed a look of shock in his eyes.

"Body refining technique?"

"Ancient god?"

"No, there is also the breath of a demon cultivator. What kind of body refining technique is this? It can break through the semi-immortal combat power with the state of transformation."

That's right.

At this moment, Han Yi has indeed possessed the combat power of a semi-immortal. Although this kind of combat power is just the beginning of the semi-immortal, it is also extraordinary.

The devilish energy surged in Pang Cheng's eyes, and the killing intent was like a tide: "I can't keep you."

With the killing intent, the devilish energy rolled behind him, and a huge palace emerged. This palace, Han Yi had seen it once beside the blood sea. It was Pang Cheng's Lingbao Zhengguo Palace.

However, the Zhengguo Palace today is naturally different from the past. It has been combined with Pang Cheng's demon soul and obtained the opportunity of the Broken Immortal Realm. It was promoted to a semi-immortal weapon not long ago.

Pang Cheng's figure flashed, and he was already high above the palace, like the lord of the demon country. His demon body was magnificent, sitting high in the sky, and his voice was like thunder.

"Guilty".

In an instant, many cultivators and demons who were refined into the palace came to life together, extremely strange, and turned to look at Han Yi.

"Guilty!"

"Guilty!"

"Guilty!"

...

The voice roared and resounded through the valley.

Outside the palace, Han Yi, who was nine meters tall and seemed like a god, fell down with his eyes dull as if he confessed his guilt under these countless demonic sounds.

At this moment, countless shouts turned into countless demonic sounds and poured into his mind. These demonic sounds turned into physical soul shadows in the cave in his body. The soul shadows made noisy and chaotic sounds, resounding in Han Yi's cave. Under these chaotic demonic sounds, the soul instantly felt a pulling force, which was constantly pulling himself, making him sink and give up.

In a flash, Han Yi's soul suddenly sucked, and near the soul, a three-meter-high gray tree instantly withered and turned into a gray-white gas, which was sucked into the mouth of the soul.

This gray tree is the ‘rotten wood’ cultivated by the rotten wood casting nerve. It is one of the immortal road tasks he took on. If it is damaged in the middle of the journey, it needs to be cultivated again, but at this critical moment, Han Yi did not think so much.

After being supplemented by the ‘rotten wood’, in the depths of the Yuanshen, a soul tower that has already condensed seven layers instantly condensed into the eighth layer of the illusory tower, and a soul technique surged in Han Yi's heart.

The eighth layer of the nine-layer soul tower.

But at this moment, Han Yi had no time to take a closer look.

In the cave in his body, after the Yuanshen returned to normal, he just waved his hand lightly, and the soul sword filled the sky, strangling these manifested demon shadows one by one.

The outside world.

Han Yi fell for less than three moments, and then he recovered again, stopped his body, and rekindled the divine fire, which shocked Pangcheng, who was high above the palace, again.

You know, this palace is already a semi-immortal device. The ‘guilty’ just now, although simple, is a manifestation of the power of this palace.

Being able to block the attack of a semi-immortal soul weapon, this Han Yi must have a big secret.

In addition to being shocked, Pang Cheng was excited. A cultivator in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit could fight against the semi-immortal if he got such a secret. If he got it, how far would he go?

Unlike Pang Cheng's excitement, Han Yi, who had cut off all the demon shadows in his body, had a calm face.

"Sure enough, even if he can fight against the semi-immortal, he still cannot kill the semi-immortal with three systems."

"Then, I can only use the last move."

Han Yi's thoughts moved, and the Qingping Sword swept over and was held in his hand. In an instant, this blue-black sword suddenly turned into a blue-black light, and its body disappeared under the light.

A vague and mysterious breath emanated from the light. This breath made Pang Cheng, who was high up in the palace, raise his eyebrows and instinctively feel dangerous.

But before he could think about it, a few miles away, Han Yi, who was holding the light, had already flicked it lightly, and the light flashed away.

Immortal technique, flying the sword!

This light, without showing any trace, or in other words, exceeded the instinctive reaction time of Han Yi and Pang Cheng, and it had already sunk into Pang Cheng's eyebrows, pierced through the palace, and penetrated out.

The palace that merged with Pang Cheng's demon soul suddenly shook, and then collapsed.

Behind the palace, the sound of swords suddenly became louder. (End of this chapter)