Chapter 392: First Slaying of a Semi-Immortal, the Southern Border Evil God

In the huge valley, the huge palace, the demonic energy condensed, exuding an evil, dark, weird, and twisted aura.

But in the next moment.

The condensed and heavy demonic energy paused slightly, and then dissipated, like a drop of ink scattered into a pool of water, spreading to several miles in an instant.

This is because the semi-immortal weapon was damaged at this moment, and even the demonic energy could not be restrained.

In the slightly thinner demonic energy, this huge palace fell, but in just a breath, it was taken into the Qiankun Ring by a young man.

The young man was naturally Han Yi.

At this moment, Han Yi's aura was extremely low.

After all, this was his first time to perform the sword-controlling fairy technique. This sword was far beyond Han Yi's expectations, and even during the performance, it was quite terrifying.

This fairy technique first extracted nine layers of Han Yi's mana, and then, miraculously, began to extract the divine power from many divine orifices in his body.

Logically speaking, to perform a magic, one should use the power of the immortals. If there is no power, then the mana can also be used, but it requires more mana.

But this magic draws the power of the gods, which surprised Han Yi and relieved him greatly.

If he continued to draw the mana, he would have to be drained before he could send out this sword.

And when this magic began to draw the power of the gods, even though his power was surging and abundant, it was drawn by 80% before it stopped.

This made him tremble again.

Fortunately, the last sword was finally swung out.

And seeing the result, Han Yi was very satisfied.

Powerful.

Really powerful.

Under this sword, the semi-immortal Pangcheng had no resistance and turned into ashes in an instant, and even the semi-immortal weapon demon soul could not stop it.

The price was great and the effect was super strong. This is Han Yi's evaluation of this sword.

However.

With his current cultivation, even if he is a fellow cultivator of the three systems, he can only swing a sword and then he is no longer able to continue.

At this moment.

After Han Yi put away the fallen semi-immortal artifact Heavenly Demon Palace, his figure flashed and he changed into a three-headed and six-armed Heavenly Demon God again. However, his magic power was very low at the moment. He could only disguise himself as the weakest Heavenly Demon God by using the magical power of changing his shape.

If he met other ordinary Heavenly Demon Gods, he could still escape with the magical power of mind realm. If he met a powerful Heavenly Demon God, he would be in a hard fight. If he met a Heavenly Demon Semi-Immortal, his life would probably be explained here.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Demon Gods and Heavenly Demon Semi-Immortals were all digging out the inheritance and secrets in the palaces in this valley and had no time to take care of him.

In addition, his battle with Pang Cheng actually lasted only a few breaths. Even if they noticed the abnormality here, other Heavenly Demons did not have time to arrive, and Han Yi had already escaped.

Han Yi escaped directly from the valley, flew hundreds of miles away on the dead land, and then slowly stopped, took out the spirit stone and began to restore his magic power.

In the memories of the two demon gods he killed, there was a way to get out, which was to wait for a year.

The formation set up by the demons was only enough to keep the demon world open for one year. After one year, before the world closed, all the demons would be repelled out.

Han Yi was skeptical about this. He was not in the core of the chaotic demon area, but he was also pulled in. Combined with the dark light curtain he saw, the entrance to the demon world must have changed that even the demon gods didn't know.

But he couldn't think of a way for the time being, so he had to restore his mana and divine power first.

A year later, Han Yi came back to his senses from his practice because he felt the rejection of this world.

"Rejection?" Han Yi raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly thought of something and looked up. In the sky, the dark light curtain composed of pure demon aura had not changed at all at this moment, but he seemed to have a feeling that this light curtain seemed to no longer block him.

As soon as he thought of it, he flew up from the dead land and flew straight into the sky. This time, he passed through the Sky Demon Light Curtain without any obstruction. He even felt that the Sky Demon Light Curtain was eager to help him and send him out.

"So, this is the rejection before the Dao Realm is closed."

He flashed in the darkness, and it took a quarter of an hour before he seemed to penetrate the Sky Demon Light Curtain.

The surroundings were the dark void a year ago.

"I'm back." Han Yi was happy.

He looked up and looked far away, but could only see a flash of black line.

"That should be the entrance to the Heavenly Demon Realm."

"It seems that the entrance to the Heavenly Demon Realm has spread, but as those Heavenly Demon Gods expected, it was closed again after a year."

"Fortunately, this trip was safe and sound."

Han Yi took out the coordinates of the Yuheng Daoyin given by Qin Yi, sensed the position below, and after confirming that it was normal, he did not continue to go to the Yuheng Realm, but first set up the Guixu Sword Formation in the void, then sat cross-legged in the void, took out the spirit stone to practice.

In this way, three years later, his mana recovered to 80%, and his divine power recovered to 50%.

Then, he put away the Guixu Sword Formation and went to the Yuheng Realm. This time, there were no other twists and turns. It only took three and a half years to reach the Beidou Realm.

At this moment, tens of millions of miles ahead of him, there was a huge spherical shadow in the void.

And when Han Yi changed his position slightly, the Yuheng position he sensed was not this spherical shadow, but farther away.

Therefore, Han Yi speculated that the huge world tens of millions of miles ahead should be a world in the Beidou Realm.

Since it is the Beidou Realm, there should be a cross-realm teleportation array.

Han Yi's face lit up, and he first collected the coordinates of the Daoyin, then he sped up, and after a few days, he approached this shadow world.

Compared with this world, he was too small to be noticed.

Han Yi took a deep breath and stepped into this shadow world. At the moment he stepped in, there was a strong resistance to resist him, but Han Yi had basically recovered his strength and easily broke through the obstacles.

This invisible resistance is the protective film of the world, and it is also the repulsive force against outsiders in the void. Only the incarnation can easily pass through.

Next, Han Yi experienced the protective wheel fire. This kind of fire is invisible, but it is the most dangerous kind of world barrier. Even ordinary incarnations dare not easily step into it.

Fortunately, Han Yi practiced the ancient god system, and his physical body was stronger than that of ordinary semi-immortals. Moreover, he also had divine fire in his body, so he could easily resist it even without using the four source Taoist techniques.

After the world protection wheel fire, there was the Nine Heavens Gale Wind. This kind of gale would definitely tear apart the body of a Yuanying stage cultivator, and even the Yuanying would be annihilated in the gale.

But the Nine Heavens Gale Wind was the innermost layer, and it was no longer harmful to Han Yi, so he easily crossed over.

World rejection, world protection wheel fire, Nine Heavens Gale Wind, this is the self-protection and void isolation of the general world.

Han Yi easily crossed over and stepped into this small world. With his speed, it would not take long to cross this world, and with his strength, no one in this world could stop him.

Half a day later, he stood in front of a teleportation array, feeling slightly excited. As he expected, this world was the Beidou Realm, the Tianshu Realm of the Seven Realms, and he was just manifesting the power of the God, and the sect that was still in this world quickly opened the teleportation array for him, welcoming him to leave like a god.

The spiritual light rose, covering the formation, and instantly submerged his figure. The space changed, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived in Yuheng Realm.

He flew up, and with a flash of consciousness, he knew where he was.

Jianya.

The most powerful sword immortal sect in Yuheng Realm.

However, now Jianya is only guarded by a few old men, and the spiritual veins under Jianya have been moved to the fairyland. The highest spiritual vein is only the third level.

If the connection with the fairyland is cut off, and the high-level spiritual veins of Yuheng Realm are dug away, then the upper limit of this small world will continue to decrease. In tens of thousands of years, the strongest person in this world may only be a Jindan or even a foundation-building cultivator.

Han Yi gathered his thoughts, flew up from Jianya, and headed south.

Along the way, his speed was not fast. When he passed Taijing City in the north of Daqin, he just shook his head and took a look, then continued to go south, passing Daqin's imperial capital, Tiannan Fairy City, crossing the Wan Yao Mountains, and then passing Jinyun Fairy City, arriving at the old site of Xuandan Sect.

However, at this moment, Xuandan Sect has been occupied by a foundation-building sect. Han Yi looked at it for a moment, his face complicated, but he did not interfere.

Further south.

Han Yi arrived at Mengshan City, stopped, and his spiritual sense swept his body into a manor. He walked into a room, looked at a tablet on it, and suddenly became gloomy.

"Zheng Hai."

After a moment, he left quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

Then, he went to Gandu, and left again after a few days, going north again, arriving at Qindu, and then a few days later, arriving at Yongdu...

Next, the Creation Sect, the Nine Ding Sect, Luofu Mountain, the Soul Palace, Yujingshang, the Sea of ​​​​Ten Thousand Stars, the Dayan Sect, the Taixu Sect...

It took Han Yi two full months to return to Gandu. Outside Gandu, he stepped into a fairy mountain called Tianque Mountain.

His first stop when he came to Gandu half a year ago was Tianque Mountain. Now that he is back again, his mood is different.

Tianque Mountain is located outside the Great Gan Imperial Capital. Originally, there was only a fifth-level spiritual vein below, which was occupied by an ordinary Jindan sect called Tianque Sect. But when the Beidou Fairy Palace was officially established and the fairies returned, this Tianque Mountain became famous all over the world.

Because this location, according to the exploration of the fairies, is the center of the entire Yuheng Realm, and the ultra-long-distance cross-domain teleportation array that leads directly to the fairy world is built here.

However, although the teleportation array is still there in Tianque Mountain, the coordinates of the fairyland have been lost, and the semi-immortal spiritual veins formed by several ninth-level spiritual veins transported from Jianya, Qindu, Gandu, and Yongdu have also been taken to the fairyland.

In other words, if it is to be restarted, not only the safe coordinates of the fairyland are needed, but also sufficient spiritual veins are needed for support.

Han Yi cannot solve these two problems for the time being.

He has a lot of spiritual stones on him, but that is compared with ordinary divine cultivators. If compared with semi-immortal spiritual veins, it is far from worth mentioning.

And he only found the coordinates of Yuheng Realm in Liangjie Mountain, but not the coordinates leading to the fairyland.

In this way, he was trapped in this world again.

But Han Yi was not anxious, but cleared out some of the scattered cultivators in Tianque Mountain, set up the Guixu Sword Array, occupied the core area of ​​Tianque Mountain, and then opened a cave near the teleportation array and began to retreat.

Three years later, his cultivation was fully restored.

After another seven years, he finally broke through to the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm, and the Life and Death Realm had reached the point where there was no more progress. In each of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine divine orifices, divine power surged, nurturing innate spiritual objects.

Then.

He did not continue to practice other skills, but took out the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd obtained in the Heavenly Demon Dao Realm and began to refine it. The method of refining was also very primitive, that is, to use divine consciousness to continuously warm and penetrate.

However, Han Yi found that the speed of refining the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd was too slow. The divine consciousness that penetrated into the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd was almost devoured by 99%, and could only sense a tiny trace.

But as the time of warming up the induction becomes longer and longer, his control over the fragment becomes more and more powerful. He can't see the end of this power for the time being...

The long years pass by in an instant.

Fifteen years later, it will be the sixty-fifth year that Han Yi fell from the immortal world to the Zihan world, and the twenty-fifth year that he arrived in the Yuheng world.

Tianque Mountain.

A young man was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room. In front of him, a piece of silver-white metal was suspended in mid-air. The young man closed his eyes and his consciousness was always wrapped around the metal piece.

At a certain moment, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the southern border. Sensing the evil aura in the distance and the overwhelming resentment of the blood sacrifice, his face sank slightly.

As soon as he thought about it, the metal fragments in front of him disappeared in an instant, and reappeared in less than an instant.

The silver-white metal piece was still as bright as before, but Han Yi knew that in just a moment, an evil god from southern Xinjiang died under the fragments of the demon halberd.

"Quick, too fast."

"With the ultimate sword-controlling skills, the fragments of the demonic halberd were sent back to the southern border in an instant."

"This speed is almost the same as when I use the Qingping Sword to activate the Sword Controlling Immortal Technique. If I use the Sword Controlling Immortal Technique to control the fragments of the Demonic Halberd, the speed will definitely be a level higher."

"In other words, I am stronger now than I was in the Demonic Dao Realm twenty-eight years ago."

"However, this fragment of the Demonic Halberd can still be improved. I can feel that I have not been able to exert even one ten thousandth of the power of this fragment of the weapon."

Han Yi planned to continue practicing in seclusion and improve the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd to the point where it could no longer be improved.

But in the next moment, he stood up suddenly and looked towards the south.

"Um?"

"The breath of the fairy world?"

Han Yi's eyes trembled, and he waved his hand to put away the Guixu Sword Array, and flew away, walking out of Tianque Mountain for the first time in twenty-five years.

In less than one stick of incense, he had already entered southern Xinjiang.

At this moment, southern Xinjiang was in chaos.

Today is a great day for the Southern Xinjiang shamans to worship their ancestral witches. Since the immortals left the realm sixty-five years ago, most of the sects have disappeared, and the number of sects in the world has been decreasing. There are no more high-level monks left. The Southern Xinjiang shamans The clans united and planned for sixty-five years, preparing to summon the ancestral witches and use the power of the ancestral witches to go out of the southern border and sweep the world, turning this world into the world of the witch clan.

But just in front of a stick of incense, after they sacrificed the blood of millions of mortals and presented countless spiritual objects, a witch god who was exactly the same as recorded in ancient books began to wake up from the ground.

At the core of southern Xinjiang, the mountains collapsed, and it seemed like a scene of annihilation. However, several powerful clan members of the Wu clan were extremely excited.

However, the next moment, the Witch God woke up from the ground and stood up. Before he could roar up to the sky and make a strong sound, his head broke off and rolled down, as if he had been chopped off by something. His head was crushed to death by the falling head. Dozens of witch cultivators were killed, and evil black blood spurted out, exuding an evil aura.

This scene horrified many sorcerers.

But before they could make any other move, the entire core of Southern Xinjiang was shaking gently, as if there were one or more ancestral witches beneath the ground who were about to awaken, but lacked strength.

A wizard suddenly became excited, his face trembled wildly, and he started shouting crazily.

"Blood sacrifice, continue the blood sacrifice, drive all the mortals over, continue the blood sacrifice."

"The ancestral witch is furious. Only by continuing the blood sacrifice can we summon a more powerful ancestral witch and occupy this world."

but.

What responded to him was an inexplicable attack. Just like the ancestral witch just now, his head rose into the sky, blood spilled wildly, and his body fell down, hitting the forest below. However, a strange scene occurred, and the forest below seemed to come alive. He couldn't wait to devour its flesh and blood, showing his eagerness.

This scene made the shaman cultivators, including a dozen shamans and cultivators, feel horrified. After only three breaths of silence, another unbelieving witch cultivator opened his mouth and shouted.

"What are you doing standing still? Just drive these mortals over here. Blood sacrifice, blood sacrifice..."

But he was worse than the last Wu Zhu. Before he finished shouting this sentence, his body was separated and his blood was scattered in the sky.

Now, the other Wu Zhu no longer dared to act rashly. They usually spread fear, but today it was their turn to be afraid.

However, in the mountains and forests below, the vibrations became more and more violent, and even revealed a manic tone.

A strange tentacle suddenly stretched out from below and pulled a shaman cultivator below. The screams stopped abruptly as soon as they started.

This scene made all the southern Xinjiang shaman cultivators at the blood sacrifice site dare not stay any longer and fled frantically. They already knew that something had happened to the blood sacrifice this time. If they did not leave, even they would become victims of the blood sacrifice. part of Taiwan.

But at this moment, it was too late for the witch cultivators to leave.

I saw countless tentacles extending from the bottom of the mountain forest, dancing wildly, entangling each witch cultivator, dragging them below, screaming, and the scarlet aura of the mountain forest below became more and more terrifying.

Deep beneath the southern border, a terrifying evil god opened his eyes.

Right now.

A young man stepped into southern Xinjiang. (End of chapter)