Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 168 Invincible at the same level
On the golden halberd, there is an aura similar to that in the Dagan Immortal Court that permeates the entire Immortal Court.

Dagan breath of national destiny.

This female nun, meaningless, is a big-hearted monk.

It may be a granddaughter of a grand emperor, or a prince, or a granddaughter of a marquis, or a relative of the head of the Six Departments or Sanfuzai.

On the way to Dagan Immortal Capital, Taoist Tianxin also introduced the situation of Dagan to Han Yi. In addition, what Han Yi learned from the Cangshu Pavilion before, Han Yi had a great understanding of Dagan's organization. , is no stranger.

Those who are powerful and strong, no one thinks they are emperors of great power.

Under the emperor, there are three Dukes, Duke Zhen, Duke An, and Duke Ding. These three Dukes are all capable of transforming gods.

Under the duke of the state, there are three ministers, heads of six departments, and seven princes.

These sixteen are all Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

Of course, it doesn't mean that there are only sixteen true monarchs in Dagan Immortal Kingdom. According to the ranking of the true monarchs in Tianji Pavilion, there are 34 true monarchs belonging to Dagan on the surface, let alone secretly.

This is the absolute overlord of the southwestern region of Yuheng Realm.

Many conjectures flashed through Han Yi's mind, but his expression didn't change. Instead, he put the Linggui jade into the storage bag first, turned to look at the person who came, then ignored him, grabbed him and left.

Among the monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, he thought he would not lose to anyone.

Outside, being chased and kidnapped, he recognized it. After all, he was facing either the middle stage of foundation establishment, or the peak foundation establishment, or even Zhenjun Yuanying. For the sake of his life, he didn't care a little.

But here, the realm is limited to the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. He is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you don't provoke him, you will be fine. If you want to die, then he will do what you want.

of course.

The other party was an official cultivator of Dagan. In order not to cause further trouble, Han Yi decided to ignore it. If the other party was the granddaughter of Emperor Dagan, and he killed her, he would be courting death.

I really thought that everyone is equal after entering the cave, but in fact it is not, as long as there is a human being, there is always favoritism.

but.

Han Yi ignored him, but the other party thought Han Yi was scared.

A trace of anger flashed across the female cultivator's icy face, and she charged fiercely with her long halberd across the air.

boom! !

The long halberd swept across Han Yi's position, piercing only an afterimage, and then cut off more than a dozen giant trees and smashed them to the ground.

suddenly.

A streak of green and black sword energy passed silently through the violently turbulent dust.

laugh!
The sword energy streaked across the edge of the female cultivator's forehead, cutting off a strand of hair, and then turned back and fell into the scabbard of the distant figure.

In just an instant, the figure flickered slightly, and then disappeared, and it was difficult to catch the breath.

"Chase, die!"

A voice, full of coldness and endless murderous aura, came from the distant figure.

The female cultivator in the purple dress froze, and a look of shock emerged from her pupils shrunk wildly.

The bright sword light brushed past his scalp, obviously a warning.

The opponent is so strong, even ridiculously strong, and they are also in the early stage of foundation establishment, but they can still hold hands with ease. The difference in strength makes her horrified.

This first sword is a warning, if he catches up with him, maybe the opponent really kills him.

She took a deep breath, waved lightly, took back the halberd, and shook hands again, but the figure of the monk just now flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"This person is too strange. I know all the monks in the fairyland. He is not one of them. The most likely one is the disciple secretly cultivated by the Holy Land and the three sects."

"Good... strong."

She stabilized her mood and continued to move forward with the halberd, but this time, she had changed her mind.

the other side.

After Han Yi went deep into the forest, he jumped up and stood at a height of 30 meters in the air, his eyes glowing with pale gold, and he scanned his surroundings.

The Qi-watching technique can not only be used to 'see' people, but also can be used to 'find' objects. All spiritual objects cannot escape the Qi-watching technique.

Although the initial level of this spell is low, its applicability is extremely strong. Under the influence of the proficiency panel, its ability has been completely reborn like other spells. It can even be said that it is completely different from the original spell principle. .

hum!
Under the qi-watching technique, the things seen in front of the eyes are reorganized by countless lines of different colors.

Ordinary grass and trees are just one or two scribbles, while some spiritual grasses that have entered the ranks have more strokes. Further forward, there are monks passing by, which emit light clusters of different colors, ranging from red to green. , There are blood, there are gold, there are silver.

Han Yi guessed that this color was related to attributes, cultivation techniques, and even personal temperament.

Sudden.

A dazzling and dense spot of light came into view, and these spots of light were all pure purple, like purple stars.

Linggui jade.

Han Yi was overjoyed, the pale golden light in his eyes faded, and the world returned to normal. He was extremely fast, and after falling down the mountain forest, he headed towards the purple light spot that was just under the vision of the qi-watching technique.

In less than ten breaths, it suddenly became clear that he was already in a valley.

On the side of the valley, there are spots of purple spots, and a hundred meters away, there is a Linggui jade inlaid on it, with a faint purple halo, giving a beautiful illusion.

"so much."

As soon as Han Yi landed on the ground, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry, rose up with his sword, and took off a piece of Linggui jade on the mountain wall. Although this piece of Linggui jade was a little smaller than the one he had obtained before, it was still in sight. , at least there are dozens of yuan, adding up, it is more than ten times what I got just now.

developed.

Han Yi jumped up and rushed up. At the same time, he took out another sword, the black light, from the storage bag.

The Qingping sword and the black light sword, like two swimming dragons, shuttled in front of the mountain wall, constantly prying off the Linggui jade, which was ingested by Han Yi.

Suddenly, a figure approached from a distance, extremely fast.

"Haha, Ling Guiyu, so many."

"A certain developed."

As the voice fell, a figure stepped out of the forest and entered the valley. Seeing the remaining seven or eight Linggui jades on the mountain wall, he couldn't help laughing wildly with joy on his face.

The person who came was a burly and strong man, dressed in Taoist robes, which made him look like a giant spirit of war.

However, Han Yi just glanced at him, waved lightly, and drew the black light broken sword to his eyes, and the Qingping sword did not stop.

After a dozen strokes, all the Linggui jades on the mountain wall were pried out, and Han Yi rolled them up in front of him with his spiritual sense, and put them in the storage bag.

"Humph!"

A loud shout came from the mouth of the gigantic gigantic man who was laughing wildly. One moment, he was laughing wildly, and the next moment, he was full of murderous aura.

"Death to someone!!"

A golden mirror was thrown from the hand of the giant giant. The mirror was small and hung five meters in the air. A golden light shot out from the mirror and swept towards Han Yi, but it only shattered an afterimage.

"what?"

The giant giant let out a sigh, flipped his hands over, and a second mirror appeared in his hands, which was a silver mirror.

The mirror was lifted into the sky, and another silver light shot out, interacting with the golden light, passing by, the valley rolled and the dust annihilated wherever it passed.

However, every step forward of Han Yi's body is not fast, but the rhythm is wonderful, and he can always avoid the rays of light.

"I don't believe it anymore."

The giant giant snorted heavily, and took out the third mirror from the storage bag. This was a red mirror, and when the mirror rose again, the red light was dazzling.

Gold, silver, red, and three colors intersect, even Han Yi feels a lot of pressure.

The limit of the light body technique can probably support the fourth mirror.

But of course he wouldn't be a foolish target.

Han Yi frowned, raised his sword, and a black light flashed, hitting the nearest golden mirror.

clang! !

The sound of metal and iron clanging suddenly resounded.

Han Yi frowned again, looking at the mirror that rolled and flew a few hundred meters away, fell into the forest, and then rose into the air again, unscathed, with a solemn expression.

This sword of mine already belonged to the full force of the sword, and even a mirror of the opponent could not be smashed.

That mirror is no lower than his own black light break, even if it is not a magic weapon, it should be the top-notch magic weapon.

Even, Han Yi has a guess about these mirrors with different colors but similar functions and the same shape.

That is this set of mirrors, which should be a set of magic weapons, but when disassembled and used, each mirror does not have the power of magic weapons, so it can be called a half-step magic weapon.

If so, who is this guy?

However, even if it is a complete set of magic weapons, it still depends on the strength of the user. In the foundation building stage, the competition between imperial weapons is mainly about spiritual consciousness.

Han Yi is the first-class immortal foundation.

In this regard, under the same rank, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Next.

With a roll of his consciousness, the black light broken sword that turned back had already blasted the other two mirrors into the air, then soared into the sky, crossed the void, and shot out, pointing directly at the giant giant.

And on the opposite side of him, after Han Yi Yujian hit the golden mirror, the strong man with giant spirit suddenly opened his eyes and his face changed drastically. A swell.

fast.

too fast.

So fast he could barely react.

Extremely fast, producing infinite power.

If the sword hit him first, he might not even be able to take out the fourth mirror.

The hairs on his back exploded, and terror grew in his heart.

The giant giant spirit hurriedly took out the fourth mirror, which was a pure white mirror. This time, the mirror was facing himself.

A white light shrouded, and the giant man's body disappeared with a whimper.

The pure white mirror also jumped lightly, jumped into the void, and disappeared in an instant.

The black light flashed and turned back again.

Han Yi was even more surprised this time.

This mirror not only has the attack function, but also can shift shape.

A hundred meters away, a giant giant suddenly appeared, and the white mirror jumped out.

With a horrified expression on his face, he stretched out his hand and passed through the white mirror, as if he had penetrated into another dimension. Mana poured in, and the gold, silver, and red mirrors scattered around disappeared suddenly. Then, he retracted his arm, and in his hand, many There are three mirrors.

next moment.

Another white light from the white mirror shone on him, and the mirror jumped and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already 300 meters away.

Less than three breaths after the fight, he ran away without saying a word.

Arrogant come, go neatly.

"Sure enough, there are many monks in the world. Even in the early stage of foundation establishment, although I am confident that I am not afraid of others, other people also have magical means, so we should not underestimate them."

"Gold, silver, red, and white mirrors, this set of magic weapons should be more than these four. This person's identity is definitely not an ordinary sect disciple, so he must have some background, that's all."

Han Yi retracted his sword, glanced at the forest behind him, his eyes moved slightly, his body flickered, he crossed the valley, and stepped into another ancient forest.

After he left, three breaths later.

Five figures stepped into the valley and separated into five positions.

"Ding Jiansheng, who possesses such strong sword control skills, is this person from your Chixiao Sword Sect?" A young man in a purple noble brocade robe had a cold light in his eyes.

If Han Yi were here, this young man would recognize him as Pang Quan, the ninth-generation grandson of the Dagan Emperor who had participated in the Wan Xinghai Demonstration Conference.

Pang Quan looked towards the side of the mountain forest. There, there was an arrogant sword cultivator. The sword cultivator came from the three major sects of Dagan, Chixiao Sword Sect, and his name was Ding Jiansheng.

Across the valley, Ding Jiansheng's eyes fell on the ancient lush mountain forest opposite, and a trace of doubt flashed across it.

Then, he turned around and glanced at Pang Quan, his face still aloof, without saying a word, with a flicker of his figure, he had already risen with his sword, crossed the valley, and stepped into the ancient Maoshan forest.

He didn't even want to talk to Pang Quan, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

But there is no doubt that such actions are outright contempt.

Pang Quan's face was ugly, and the body under the brocade robe shook slightly, then quickly regained his composure, waved his brocade sleeves, and left straight away.

The other three had different expressions, and they were all focused on Han Yi who had left. Even if they noticed that Pang Quan's face was ugly, they didn't take it to heart.

In an instant, everyone scattered, some went in another direction, and some also crossed the valley.

the other side.

When Han Yi crossed the valley and stepped into the ancient Maoshan forest, he also noticed the five foundation building breaths behind him, but he ignored it.

In Yuque Baoguitian, fighting is the means, and obtaining Lingguiyu is the goal.

Moreover, those who can enter here are all people with status, killing people is easy, but follow-up is troublesome.

Before learning the spell to disrupt the cause and effect of heaven, Han Yi decided that if he could kill as few people as possible, he would kill as few people as possible. Moreover, the magic weapons and treasures he got after killing people had to be changed.

Yuan Changtian's lesson is profound enough.

In particular, the monks who can enter Yuque Baoguitian are all sects above Jindan, and among them are the heirs of Emperor Dagan and the descendants of a certain big boss from the three sects of the Two Holy Lands.

Can't afford to offend.

After entering the ancient Maoshan forest.

Han Yi found a few more pieces of Linggui jade in bits and pieces, and when calculated, there were more than 50 yuan, which was considered a huge sum of money.

This kind of Linggui jade can be taken directly, and it can be regarded as a kind of strange thing to improve the cultivation base of a small realm, which is only weaker than the fairy fate in Chaozhentaixutian.

Han Yi naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity.

Sudden.

An earth-shattering explosion sounded from far away on the side, Han Yi paused, turned around and swept away without hesitation.

If there is a fight, it is a fight, and here, the fight must be Lingguiyu, and I will not let go of such an opportunity, all relying on means.

Swish!
The phantom flashed by, and in less than ten breaths, Han Yi had already crossed a few kilometers and stepped out of the forest. Then, his eyes flickered wildly.

in front of his eyes.

A mountain peak with a height of about [-] meters rose abruptly, standing on the edge of the mountain forest.

What shocked Han Yi's eyes was that there was a purple light shining on the top of this mountain, like the brightest star, attracting his attention.

Linggui jade.

And it was a huge Linggui jade, as tall as a person.

All the Linggui jade that Han Yi had obtained before was less than one-tenth of this piece.

Outside the forest, around the mountain peak, there are already more than a dozen people who have separated into the void.

On the ground, a corpse was beyond recognition, and next to the corpse, the magic weapon was broken.

Han Yi's pupils shrank, hesitating a little.

This situation is very difficult to deal with. All those who make a move will surely become the target of public criticism. It is difficult not to die if they are caught in a wave of fire.

He's strong, one-on-one, self-identified as below, and fearless.

But if they face more than a dozen early-stage foundation-building monks at the same time, they will all die under the bombardment of top-grade magic weapons and magic weapons.

"It's not easy."

Han Yi's eyes turned, and he had an idea in an instant.Since he couldn't eat a whole piece of Linggui jade, he would explode it to disrupt the scene and break the deadlock.

In this way, there is a chance of winning the big head.

At the edge of the forest, after Han Yi walked out, several people walked out one after another.

Several of them, Han Yijianzhi, are no strangers.

A hundred meters away on the left is the ninth-generation grandson of Dagan, Pang Quan, who is not easy to get along with.

300 meters to the right, a young monk is carrying a three-meter-long giant knife with a black body and a cold glow.

Taixuzong, Shen Yuan.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze and landed on a dozen figures facing each other in mid-air, two of whom he recognized.

A young man in a black robe, from Nandou Shrine, Fuyou.

The other one was dressed in white, with three battle flags planted behind his back. The battle flags fluttered, and even the space was blurred by the fluctuations of the battle flags, as if they were shaking.

Spirit Zhanzong, Xie Jingshan.

Han Yi was stunned.

It has been 14 years since the last time Xuandanzong organized the sect to go to Yujing Mountain for the cave trial.

In the past 14 years, he has broken through and become stronger.

And the other monks in Zhentaixutian, such as Nandou Temple, Taixuzong and other monks, they have stronger resources than Xuandanzong, and the environment of experience is more oppressive, and naturally they are also rapidly becoming stronger .

To be able to break through to the legendary Qi-training monks, talent, luck, roots, and understanding are almost indispensable. After they break through to the foundation-building stage, these characteristics will naturally follow, and they can also make rapid progress in the early stage of foundation-building.

but.

In front of Han Yi, these people, even if they were stronger than Han Xuxiao of the Blood God Sect, were limited, and he was not afraid of them.

After Han Yi confirmed the strategic plan, he stopped hesitating. The black light broke the sword and floated in front of his eyes. Then, with two fingers together, he gently raised the black light sword, and the black light sword climbed rapidly, as fast as a thunderbolt.

Whether it was the dozen or so monks standing in the void, or the seven or eight monks who had just walked out of the forest, they all looked at Han Yi.

"Humph!"

In mid-air, a monk with a cold face snorted softly, and threw a five-color fan forward in his hand. In a flash, the colored fan had transformed into a giant of ten meters, and with a single swipe, it was about to blow Han Yi's broken sword flew away.

but.

puff.

As if the short sound of a bullet piercing through a hard wooden board sounded, the black light broken sword pierced through the colored fan in an instant, and the speed did not decrease a bit, but was lifted up.

"My peacock fan, damn it."

The cold and stern monk sitting cross-legged in the void suddenly looked at Han Yi, and there was a second top-grade magic weapon in his hand, which was a short arrow with the width of a palm.

Arrow black, arrow body white.

The cold and severe monk looked at Han Yi, his eyes flashed sharply, and the short arrow in his hand was thrown forward lightly. Then, the short sword was suspended in the air, entwined with black and white aura, as fast as thunder, silently, Like the arrow of death, it stabbed towards Han Yi.

Everyone present, including Han Yi, had an intuition that this spell could definitely hit Han Yi.

Whether it was the edge of the mountain forest or the other monks standing in mid-air, they all looked at Han Yi without moving.

Shen Yuan from Taixu Sect, Fu You from Nandou Shrine, Xie Jingshan from Lingzhanzong, Pang Quan from Dagan Immortal Kingdom, Ding Jiansheng from Chixiao Sword Sect, all looked at each other with great interest, jealousy, or aloofness and indifference. Han Yi.

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