Chapter 212 Regaining the Yang Sword! (First Update)

Half an hour later, Huan Yin reluctantly walked out of the mine. He had never spent so much time on any mine in the north of Yanzhou, because he had previously directly destroyed all the people on the mine and then took away the storage bags of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. At that time, he had never thought of digging for spiritual stones in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

But this time was different. When he rushed here with a heart full of hatred, he did not see anyone, so he could only vent his energy on digging for spiritual stones.

However, the more he dug in the mine, the more he felt that the spiritual stones in the mine were inexhaustible. He even felt that it would not be difficult to mine any part of the mine with his cultivation. It was just a matter of time. In this way, he stayed in there for a full half an hour without knowing it. In the end, if his reason had not overcome his greed, it would not be impossible for him to stay in the mine for a day.

After flying out of the first mine, Huan Yin still began to clean up the strongholds and mines of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect one by one as before. But along the way, he found that most of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had already evacuated. Even if he occasionally met a few, they were just finishing up before evacuating. Of course, their tail was collected by Huan Yin.

In this way, Huan Yin's original plan of killing in the central part of Yanzhou turned out to be like mining a vein. Although this allowed him to obtain a large amount of spiritual stones along the way, it also delayed him for a full eight hours. And if he had not allowed himself to stay in the vein of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect for more than half an hour every time, his stay in the central part of Yanzhou might have been infinitely extended.

Finally, when Huan Yin came out of the last vein in the central part of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, he flew towards the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect with a murderous look on his face. He had not killed for a long time. He had a lot of hatred along the way, but he could not vent it at all, so his murderous aura was extremely strong now.

This mine is a little far from the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. Even for Huan Yin, it would probably take him half an hour to reach it at full speed.

Half a minute later, a group of about sixty cultivators appeared in front of Huan Yin. These cultivators were dressed differently and looked like a group of casual cultivators who had gathered together for some unknown reason.

At the front of this group of casual cultivators, there was a cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence. He was the person with the highest cultivation level among all the casual cultivators and should be the leader of this group.

Huan Yin flew over the entire group of casual cultivators and landed at the front of the group, bowing to the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence.

The team of casual cultivators naturally discovered Huan Yin, and instantly felt that Huan Yin's cultivation was unfathomable, so they stopped suddenly, and the leader, the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence, saluted Huan Yin and said, "Senior, may I ask what you can teach me?"

Huan Yin smiled slightly and said, "My fellow Taoist, how do I get to the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?"

The cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence heard Huan Yin asking for directions, and pointed to the south of him and said, "Go in this direction for a while, and you will see the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect."

Huan Yin received the answer, nodded, and then said, "I see you are going in that direction too. I wonder if I can go with you. I don't have a good sense of direction, and I hope you can lead the way."

The cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence had sweat on his forehead. I don't know if he was ashamed because Huan Yin, the cultivator of Huaying, said that he had a bad sense of direction, or something else. However, he quickly answered: "Senior, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is very powerful in Yanzhou, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect are even more ruthless. As independent cultivators, how dare we step into the territory of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect? Please forgive us, senior." What this cultivator said was reasonable. It seemed that he was really afraid of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. Even the request of Huan Yin, the "senior", could only be rejected.

Huan Yin showed a questioning look on his face: "Oh? Is the Ten Thousand Poison Sect very vicious?"

"Senior, you don't know that the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is extremely vicious. It is known to all the cultivators in Yanzhou. Two years ago, they completely wiped out the branch of the Wuliang Sect in Yangzhou here. It is said that not even a single person was spared." The fear on the face of the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence was even more serious. It seemed that he was really afraid of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"Oh? The Ten Thousand Poison Sect is so powerful?" Huan Yin showed a shocked look on his face, as if he didn't know the Ten Thousand Poison Sect at all.

The cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence had already wanted to retreat, and wanted to turn around and ask the group of cultivators behind him to leave, but Huan Yin suddenly said, "But, two years ago, I heard someone say something to me in person, saying that the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were a bunch of trash."

The cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence had originally wanted to leave, but he had to answer Huan Yin's words, so he could only helplessly answer, "Senior, please don't joke with me, how could such a thing happen."

Huan Yin's face showed a stronger smile, and he said, "He originally said, 'A bunch of trash, actually at this time, they have to sacrifice the Juli cultivators, which really makes our Ten Thousand Poison Sect lose face.' Do you think what this person said is right or wrong?"

After hearing Huan Yin's words, the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence suddenly changed his expression. For the first time, he looked at Huan Yin seriously, obviously observing Huan Yin's appearance. After a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said tremblingly, "It's... it's you, how could it be you!"

Huan Yin saw his shocked expression and continued, "At that time, he said to me, 'Your sword is good, I want it. As for the person, just die!' Today I came here to return this sentence to him. I think he should have used my sword enough!" After that, Huan Yin's smile suddenly turned into a ferocious face. He raised his left hand and directly pinched the neck of the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence in front of him. He stretched out his right hand and took out his storage bag and destroyed it on the spot!

With a loud bang, a white, jade-like fairy sword flew out and floated in the air. It was the fairy sword that Huan Yin had taken away in Yanzhou before, the Yang Sword!

And the cultivator in his hand was the extremely powerful cultivator who knocked him into the deep pit that day, but now he can no longer be called extremely powerful in front of Huan Yin, but like an ant.

When Huan Yin approached this group of "loose cultivators" before, he discovered the aura of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's skills hidden in them. This aura was something Huan Yin could never forget, so no matter how they hid, unless their cultivation was higher than Huan Yin, they could only be exposed.

Moreover, Huan Yin recognized the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence in front of him at a glance. How could he not remember the appearance of the cultivator who had taken his Yang Sword and almost beat him to death?

As for this cultivator, he had seen Huan Yin in a white robe and a high cultivation level before, so he naturally thought of Huan Yin as the extremely powerful cultivator who destroyed the second branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. So he became extremely nervous the moment Huan Yin walked in front of him, trying hard to pretend to be a lone cultivator, but he did not notice Huan Yin's appearance at all, nor did he notice that Huan Yin was the owner of the sword that he had taken away that year. He probably could not have imagined that the extremely powerful Wuliang Sect cultivator who had destroyed the second branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was actually the ant in his eyes that year.

"Thank you for keeping the Yang Sword for me. Today, I am here to take back the sword and your life!" Huan Yin pinched the sword fiercely with his left hand, and his cultivation of the Huaying realm was madly poured into the body of the cultivator in his hand, instantly killing him on the field.

Then, Huan Yin picked up the Yang Sword, wiped off the unfamiliar spiritual imprint on the Yang Sword, and re-imprinted his own spiritual imprint.

"Old friend, today, I will let you drink enough blood from the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect!" Huan Yin looked at the long-lost Yang Sword, and his expression became more ferocious.

The team of Ten Thousand Poison Sect cultivators pretending to be casual cultivators in front of Huan Yin had already seen Huan Yin, and they also saw the scene where Huan Yin pinched the cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Essence to death with one hand. The fear in their hearts had already been overwhelming. They could return to the branch sect in less than half an hour, but such a close distance now became an insurmountable gap, making them dare not go any further and could only flee in all directions.

Huan Yin held the Yang Sword, looked at the fleeing monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, pressed hard with his hand, and suddenly inserted the Yang Sword into the ground.

Huan Yin's cultivation level is no longer comparable to that of a year ago. Although he can't fully exert the power of the Yang Sword like Qi Jue Zi did back then, he doesn't need to deliberately suppress the sword power of the Yang Sword. He can already fully control the Yang Sword!

"Boom!" With a loud noise, flames suddenly appeared on the grassland in front of Huan Yin, white flames!

The temperature of this flame is extremely high, and the pressure from the flame is extremely strong, which is not something that any of the fleeing monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect can resist.

Huan Yin's spiritual power surged again, and the flames in front of him quickly spread towards the fleeing monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, they caught up with the slowest dozen monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

The moment these monks touched the white flames, they screamed and turned into ashes. Even if they had prepared a lot of defensive measures before, it didn't work at all.

The other fleeing monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect saw their fellow disciples die tragically in an instant, so they fled faster, and some even used their blood essence to cast spells to speed up their escape. However, no matter how fast they were, they could not be faster than Huan Yin's methods, nor faster than Yang Jian's deadly fire!

About ten breaths had passed, and except for Huan Yin, no one else could be seen on the entire grassland. Only the charred ground showed that there had just been a fire burning here. Only the countless ashes on the ground revealed the power of the fire, but it was unknown whether these ashes were left by the grass or by people.