Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 164 The Battle of Life and Death

The distance between the town and the White Crane Immortal City is not close, a full [-] miles. Han Yi Yujian, flying with all his strength, probably takes a small stick of incense.

The effort of a small stick of incense is so short that it can almost be ignored for ordinary people.

But in the eyes of the monks, there are too many things that can happen with a stick of incense.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and it may be reversed in just an instant, let alone a stick of incense.

Therefore, when he soared into the sky again, Han Yi was not stingy about the consumption of mana, and directly squeezed the mana of Linghai at the fastest speed, knowing the soul of the sea, and rushed forward crazily.

I saw a stream of light, like a cannonball, soaring into the sky, drawing a parabola, and rushing towards Baihe City.

At the fatal moment, he no longer hides his figure, he just wants to reach the Immortal City in the shortest possible time. Once he enters the White Crane City, the Blood God Sect monks will never dare to attack the city, even if they attack the city, they will not be able to do so.

Time was racing against time, and when they crossed ten miles and were only ten miles away from the fairy city, a terrifying sonic boom sounded from behind, and Han Yi turned around to look, his eyes opened sharply, his face changed drastically, and he was terrified.

A ray of golden light rushed towards Han Yi at a speed five times faster than Han Yi's.

When he turned his head to look, his face changed drastically. The golden light was already less than one kilometer away from him.

Fast, fast, too fast.

That's too late.

This thought flashed through Han Yi's mind, and he sank, and fled downwards. Below was a small river. On one side of the river was a low mountain forest, and on the other side was a stretch of deserted farmland.

If you fly in mid-air again, it will be an excellent target. Going forward, although it is wide, there is a dead end. Going down, you can use terrain or rivers to hide your body and take the opportunity to escape.

Difficult to choose one, Han Yidun fell below.

but.

Han Yi's speed was far behind the opponent's.

When he just fell to the ground, before he escaped into the river or the low mountain forest, a roar, like an earth-shattering roar, came suddenly.

"Kill my son, die for me!"

A flash of golden light was caught by Han Yi's peripheral vision, and in the next moment, the golden light was within ten meters.

This golden light was so familiar that Han Yi thought it was his magic weapon.

Golden Light Shuttle.

However, compared with the Golden Light Shuttle that he exploded, this Golden Light Shuttle is bigger, faster and stronger.

It shone with golden light, and the aura it erupted far surpassed any magic weapon he had faced.

magic weapon.

This is a real magic weapon.

The hairs on Han Yi's back exploded, and under the shock of his mind, he swung his instinctive sword.

The black light broke the sword, flashing past.

Gold and black collide in an instant.

The terrifying power knocked him over, and he fell ten meters hard. In the deserted farmland, a scratch of more than 100 meters was plowed. At the end of the scratch, Han Yi kept vomiting blood and looked horrified.

The black sword flew, flew high above his head, and stuck behind him. A hundred meters away, the broken sword pierced into the farmland, not reaching the top of the hilt.

Although the Black Light Broken Sword was not shattered, it was still violently shaken, and most of the consciousness attached to it was shattered.

Han Yi's vomiting of blood is usually due to the collision between the golden light shuttle and the black light sword.

The psychic energy in the sky was berserk, wiped off by a piece of sleeve, and disappeared without a trace.

Jin Guangsuo reappeared in his body, floating in front of a monk.

The monk landed slowly and met Han Yi's eyes.

This is a nearly seventy-year-old monk, wearing a blood-colored robe, and there are bright uncoagulated blood stains on the robe.

The aura on the monk's body was completely stimulated and dispersed without any concealment. On the other side of the river, in the low mountain forest, brushing with fallen leaves, in the deserted farmland, insects and mosquitoes were directly shocked to death by this aura. Farther away, mortals crawled On the ground, trembling all over, motionless.

Han Yi met his blood-red eyes, and from his eyes, he could see the hatred that went deep into his bones.

"Heavenly Qingcheng, my son Yuan Bai was killed and Jin Guangsuo was lost. I searched for more than ten years and tortured countless monks of the Xuandan Sect. Until today, the enemy has finally been revealed."

The killing intent in Yuan Changtian's eyes was already real.

A foundation-building cultivator can live to around 250 years old. He only gave birth to a son at the age of two hundred. Sodu bestowed on his son.

Unexpectedly, for a simple mission, his son died in the hands of Xuan Danzong, and the soul card placed in the Blood God Sect was shattered that night. When he rushed to Tianqing City, he could only find a body burned by the bursting talisman.

Since then, he has been looking for the person who killed his son, wanting to kill him for revenge.

After going back and forth for more than ten years, this time was the last time he attacked and killed the monks of the Xuandan Sect. The original plan was to go away to Dayong after this time.

Unexpectedly, this time, there was a clue.

In the village provided by Lu Zhi, he found a fragment of Jin Guangsuo. This magic weapon was his magic weapon in the early stage of foundation establishment. After using it for more than 30 years, he is naturally very familiar with it. It is absolutely impossible to admit a mistake to the familiar breath of the magic weapon.

If the lost Golden Light Shuttle is found, then the person who killed the son is definitely this person.

A few tens of meters away, Han Yi, who was struggling to get up, changed his face drastically and his pupils shrank slightly.

Naturally, he would not forget that night in Tianqingcheng. He never thought that the other party could recognize him through Jin Guangsuo.

Yuan Changtian reconfirmed this point from Han Yi's slight expression change, and a ferocious look flashed across his face.

"Sure enough."

"God has eyes."

"die!"

As soon as the word 'death' fell, the golden light bloomed again. When the golden light just reflected on the eyes, the golden light shuttle was only ten meters away from him.

Fast, fast, too fast.

Han Yi couldn't even activate the third-order magic talisman at the bottom of the box, the Xuandu Yanghuo talisman.

In such a situation, if he takes out the talisman from the storage bag, it will take less than a tenth of an instant. When the talisman is taken out, no matter whether it is activated or not, Jin Guangshuo has already penetrated his body.

Even if there is a magic talisman, the best result is that they all die together.

Han Yi even suspected that Yuan Changtian would never give himself time to activate the talisman.

Just like how he faced Han Xuxiao not long ago, Han Xuxiao took out the talisman, but his head had already been pierced by the black light breaking sword, even if he had the talisman, it would not help.

Under the difference in strength, the magic talisman may not be useful, because you will not even have time to activate it.

In less than a tenth of an instant, Han Yi had figured this out in the blink of an eye.

The Black Light Broken Sword was too far away, there was no time at all, and it was too late to pull out the Qingping sword behind him, leaving him time to react, only enough to take out an item from the storage bag, and this item, still It can't be a magic talisman, because it may not be activated, and even if it can be activated, he will die.

So, at this moment, Han Yi took out a magic weapon, which was the highest grade magic weapon in his storage bag.

This is a bloody long knife.

The blood-colored long knife from Mo Wen, this sword magic weapon is already the top-notch magic weapon.

And Han Yi took out this magic weapon in order to block the opponent, give himself a little more time, and then activate the third-order magic talisman after avoiding Jin Guangsuo's attack.

boom!
As soon as the golden light hit, the bloody knife broke, and the broken knife crossed the side of his head, leaving a scratch on the left forehead. Han Yi was shaken all over his body, blood spattered from his tiger's mouth, holding the broken bloody knife, the whole person was bombarded and walked straight out hundreds of meters.

"what?"

"Wen asked the knife? Mo Wen died in your hands too"

"Hmph, if that's the case, I won't forgive you even more."

The golden light paused, and went away at a faster speed.

but.

After being blocked by the blood knife, a golden talisman appeared in Han Yi's hand during the [-]-meter throw.

On the talisman, there are two symbols with a lot of strokes, which look like some kind of ancient characters.

The life-saving means bestowed by Yuan Shun, the third-order spiritual talisman, the Xuandu Yanghuo talisman.

Before landing, Han Yi's mana poured into the talisman from his hand, and the talisman lit up.

The next moment, a terrifying suction came from the talisman, instantly draining about [-]% of the mana in Han Yi's Linghai, causing his expression to change again.

If this talisman still doesn't work, there is only one way for him to die. Even if he abandons his physical body and escapes into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, he may not be able to win the opponent.

Although his soul is strong, he is still weaker in the face of the monks who are at the peak of foundation establishment and on the verge of forming alchemy.

Even with the extremely powerful soul technique of the five declines of the soul, Han Yi did not have the slightest confidence in winning the battle of the soul.

In an instant, my mind turned wildly.

And the magic talisman in his hand had turned into a fiery light. Holding the light in his hand, Han Yi thought he was holding a sun.

Blessed to the heart, Han Yi crushed the light in the palm of his hand, and his spiritual consciousness was attached to the light, pointing to Yuan Changtian's position more than a hundred meters away.

In an instant.

A flame jumped from his hand.

This flame is different from all the flames that Han Yi has ever seen. It is different from ordinary flames, from Yuan Huo of Master Huo Ming, from Dan Huo of Mu Jianxu, and even more different from Taishang Xuanyuan Bagua Furnace. Xuanyuan Liuding Shenhuo.

The flame was like a condensed mass of light. It was just Han Yi's subconscious reaction to say that he was a fire.

The light that gathered together was pure white.

As soon as the light jumped, it went directly to the top of Yuan Changtian's head, more than a hundred meters away.

The activation of the talisman was not fast, and it also took time for Han Yi to crush the light. With these two actions, Jin Guangsuo has gone a step further, almost reaching the point of view.

At the same time, the light transformed by the Xuandu Yanghuo Talisman had already reached the top of Yuan Changtian's head.

Just in time.

Yuan Changtian raised his head abruptly, saw this strange white light coming out of the void clearly, his heart throbbed, the sign of death magnified in an instant, climbed up to the peak.

"A third-order talisman."

Yuan Changtian didn't know this talisman, but at this moment, it didn't prevent him from perceiving the level of the talisman from the threat it posed to him.

The talisman that can make oneself feel the omen of death is definitely above the third rank, which is equivalent to the talisman of a golden core cultivator's full blow.

The speed of the talisman was equivalent to a blow from a golden core, and even he had no time to react, and when his face changed drastically, he only had time to throw a magic weapon.

Unlike Han Yi, although Han Yi has many magic weapons, they are all relatively single in nature, and they are all offensive magic weapons.

The magic weapon Yuan Changtian threw was a defensive magic weapon.

A golden umbrella opened in an instant.

However, when the golden umbrella was opened halfway, the ray of light silently burned through the half-opened umbrella and landed on Yuan Changtian.

all of a sudden.

The light dissipated silently, but a little flame rose from Yuan Changtian's body, and the flame spread to the whole body in an instant, turning him into a human-shaped torch.

Xuandu yang fire talisman, inside the talisman is sealed an extremely yang fire, which can burn the body and soul, it is hard to extinguish after touching it, it will take seven to seven 49 days to dissipate naturally.

the same moment.

When the flame first ignited, the golden light was within three meters of Han Yi from a hundred meters away.

And at this moment, his body had just landed on the ground, and he hadn't stood still. His right hand released the broken blood knife, and his mouth was bleeding.

Han Yi's face remained unchanged, a black light had already climbed up from in front of him, and was held in his hands.

Black light broken sword.

Han Yi's sudden retreat this time, under deliberate control and luck, happened to retreat a hundred meters away, behind the position where the Black Light Broken Sword was blown away just now.

The golden and black lights collided again.

This time, because the position was lower, and Han Yi didn't control the sword, but held the sword.

A terrifying force came from the sword.

click...

First the wrist, then the elbow, and then the elbow, a series of clicking sounds sounded almost simultaneously.

The bones in both hands were broken, Han Yi flashed the thought.

then.

The broken sword was pressed on the chest, and the internal organs were directly shaken to pieces and shifted.

puff.

The person was in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood had spewed out wildly.

But even if the bones in his hands were broken, and his internal organs were shattered and displaced, Han Yi still held on to the broken sword tightly.

Under the pressure of golden light.

This time, Han Yi was sent flying like a cannonball, and the weeds in the barren farmland were crushed to the ground.

In less than a moment, in the deserted farmland, a figure smashed into a mound, and without slowing down, it blasted directly into a low hill and was deeply embedded in it.

This collision sent him flying more than 300 meters away.

Along the road, blood stains were scattered, staining the fields red, like a bloody road.

"Cough cough..."

In the hills, there were several coughing sounds of blood.

A figure shook away the sand and rushed out.

The two sleeves of the robe on his body have been torn to pieces, turned into powder and scattered in all directions, exposing two bloody arms. The arms drooped powerlessly, but they were holding a black broken sword tightly. The blood flowed from the arms like flowing water. , dripping directly, dripping along the broken sword.

Han Yi's face was pale, and there was an abnormal flush.

In the blow just now, although his condition was miserable, he still had the strength to fight. His skin was traumatized, his hands and bones were broken, his chest and ribs were completely broken, and his five organs were broken and displaced.

This kind of injury may already be a fatal injury to the monks in the Qi training period, but for the foundation building monks, their vitality is stronger, and such injuries can still be sustained for a period of time, as long as the soul is not destroyed and the spiritual sea is not broken, Physical damage is limited after all.

Han Yi, who rushed out of the small mound, fixed his eyes on Yuan Changtian who was more than 300 meters away.

I saw a human-shaped torch rushing towards him quickly. Through the pure white flame that didn't look very powerful, but was inextinguishable, Han Yi saw a pair of eyes full of blood, and his heart trembled .

The third-order talisman is valid, and the opponent is dead.

However, looking at the situation, the other party didn't die immediately, and before he died, he would definitely drag him to hell together.

These two thoughts emerged at the same time.

Han Yi felt a chill in his heart, and turned around to run away.

However, at the moment of fleeing, Han Yi also saw, not far away, a golden light embedded in the barren farmland, which had not been activated. It was the opponent's golden light shuttle.

Yuan Changtian didn't want to think about the imperial envoy, Jin Guangsuo, but rushed towards him, does it mean that the other party, under the pure white flame, was no longer able to control Jin Guangsuo.

As soon as this idea emerged, a set of daggers appeared beside Han Yi.

The top-grade magic weapon, the Tiandu dagger.

Six daggers, all black, rushed towards Yuan Changtian in an instant.

When Han Yi was surprised, Yuan Changtian didn't dodge, but ran straight towards him.

After a few slight puffs, Han Yi's consciousness ached, and his face changed again.

It is the flame that burns out the consciousness.

When the six Tiandu daggers pierced Yuan Changtian's body, they were also touched by the pure white flame. When the flame burned, it burned out the consciousness attached to the daggers.

Moreover, this kind of burning was faster and more terrifying than when he met Lu Zhi before, and his soul felt a sharp pain.

"Don't be caught in the slightest flame." Han Yi's hair blew up.

then.

There was a sharp look in his eyes, and two swords appeared beside him.

Top-grade sword weapon, Coiling Dragon Sword.

A top-grade sword weapon, the Devil Slayer Sword.

The halberd-wielding young man suspected to be the descendant of the Dagan Lord from the Wanyao Mountain Range obtained by the Panlong Sword.

The blood god sect Xue He obtained by the Demon Slaying Sword.

These two swords are just ordinary high-grade swords. After he stepped into the ninth level of Qi training, they were of little use. They were kept in the storage bag for emergencies.

And at this time, it happened to be used.

Han Yi, who was retreating suddenly, had another stern look in his eyes.

Panlongjian and Demon Slaying Sword jumped up, one left and one right, and before approaching Yuan Changtian three meters away, they were directly detonated by Han Yi's spiritual sense.

Han Yi, who was already seriously injured, was shocked again.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a tear of blood flowed out of it, across his cheeks, but he remained completely unmoved.

The self-explosion of the two high-grade swords turned into two torrents of broken swords, rushing towards Yuan Changtian.

There was a slight puff sound as if hundreds of bullets pierced through the wood, all at the same time.

Yuan Changtian, who came from the culling, was stunned, and the blood-stained fragments fell to the ground from behind him. He was severely injured, roared wildly, and roared with all his strength. There was a fierce aura in this roar.

However, Han Yi, who then retreated suddenly, was not surprised but delighted, because his crazy roar also revealed that he was at the end of his strength, and as long as he persisted for a while, he could drag the opponent to death.

This point, I am good at it.

Han Yi's bloody eyes blazed fiercely.

A bloody long sword has appeared in front of him.

This is the magic weapon that Xue He got when he killed the demon in Wanxinghai.

Get the Blood God Sect, use the Blood God Sect.

Han Yi's body shook for a while, almost exhausted.

However, he still held back the severe pain in his soul. The speed of the blood sword was so slow that even a monk on the ninth level of Qi training could dodge it.

What the blood sword points to.

Yuan Changtian was also on the verge of death, but he couldn't avoid it, so he bumped into him abruptly.

puff.

An arm burning with pure white flames was thrown far away.

The blood sword was also touched by the flames, and after a while, it melted into the flames, and the flames went out.

Han Yi fell on his back, but got up again.

"Come again." The obsession has arisen in my mind.

then.

He threw out the magical artifacts in the storage bag one by one, and each time a piece exploded, his soul was shaken, and his injuries became more serious.

And Yuan Changtian's figure was blocked for a while, Han Yi took the opportunity to distance himself, the opponent blew himself up after being hit by the magic weapon, and rushed over again, Han Yi blew up the magic weapon again...

This is completely a way of hurting both sides, even close to the end of both. However, Han Yi is the only way to consume the other party.

in this way.

The two chased and fled, the speed became slower and slower, and in the end, every step was as heavy as Mount Tai, gradually approaching the edge of the farmland.

Crossing the edge of the farmland, Han Yi's heart trembled. The magic weapon in the storage bag was empty.

In his heart, there was no reluctance, and he used his last complete magic weapon, the Qingping Sword, to rush forward.

Intermittent weak consciousness poured into Qingping Sword.

Qingping sword wobbled and swooped down towards Yuan Changtian.

According to the past, the spiritual consciousness integrated into the magic weapon can detonate the magic weapon as long as it is heavily pressed to disrupt the inherent formation or hardware structure in the magic weapon.

but.

This time, there was a resistance coming from Qingping Sword.

Han Yi was taken aback for a moment, and the Qingping sword had pierced through Yuan Changtian's head, which was almost inhuman, like an arrow from the string.

Qingping's sword flew tens of meters away and plunged obliquely into the ground.

However, the flames on this green and black sword did not melt it, but the flames were wiped by an invisible force and extinguished directly.

puff.

Yuan Changtian's body, whose head was pierced, froze suddenly. His forward body hit the farmland, and his body turned into a ball, a flaming corpse.

This sword.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back.

At this time, Yuan Changtian was really at the last moment of his life. In his vague consciousness, there was only one obsession, which was to drag the other party to die together.

But in fact, apart from his obsession, even his soul was burned, leaving only a shell.

Even without this sword, he might not be able to kill Han Yi.

The Xuandu Yanghuo Talisman not only acts on the body, but also acts on the soul. After the head is pierced, the soul is burned into nothingness.

Even if you are unwilling, they are all ashes.

And the other side.

Han Yi was also seriously injured, almost unable to move, dripping blood all over his body, holding the only broken sword in his powerless right hand, his eyes were covered in blood and blurred, and he could clearly see the chasing flames in front of him.

So far, Han Yi is better than Yuan Changtian, but he is not so good. Although he is not dead, it seems that he is not far from death.

Seeing Yuan Changtian turned into a ball of flames, Han Yi did not relax, but pulled himself together. In the sea of ​​consciousness space, the soul staggered to stand up, and a soul sword separated, but trembled, and dissipated again. into the soul body.

Even the soul sword could not be condensed, which showed how much Han Yi's soul was injured.

but.

In the next battle of spirit and soul, even if there is no soul sword, Han Yi will desperately use the technique of five declines of spirit and soul.

However, after a full ten breaths, the flames had already burned Yuan Changtian's body into a mass of ashes, and Yuan Changtian's soul did not appear.

Han Yi didn't dare to be careless, and waited a long time for a stick of incense before he was completely relieved.

The soul of the opponent was extinguished by the strange flame.

There is no need to carry out the battle of spirits and souls.

This battle is won.

Han Yi wanted to laugh, but couldn't. There was blood in his throat, and he felt a little better after spitting it out.

Just now.

A voice came from high above, full of joy, but it surprised Han Yi.

"I am well-developed according to the old way, and I have found such a good student."

"It's God's will."

"Wonderful, wonderful."

(End of this chapter)