Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 215 The ancient corpse of the female cultivator, the second Qingping sword

Dust scattered.

Han Yi walked cautiously among the fragments of the holy land that had just fallen. The caution in his heart was even stronger than when he faced the three Golden Core cultivators before.

Rumor has it that tens of thousands of years ago, long before Dagan ruled this area, Yuanlao Holy Land was a more powerful holy land than Yujing Mountain and Wanxinghai. The pinnacle force in the Yuheng world.

However, because it is powerful, it is fearless. For some reason, this holy land offended a powerful monk.

The monk's name and origin cannot be investigated.

According to some records handed down from that era, it is only known that within one day, the entire Yuanlao Holy Land was razed to the ground, and even all the monks in the Holy Land disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

Countless monks came here to investigate, came and left, and came again, and even the supernatural powers, who came to investigate in person, all looked solemn and fearful, and left without saying a word.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

Over the holy land that had turned into flat ground, a spiritual light suddenly fell, and a space crack appeared for the first time, and the first fragment of the holy land fell from the crack.

Over the next thousand years, fragments fell one after another, forming the current Yuanlao Mountains.

As Han Yi was walking, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw an open palace.

Among the fragments of the holy land, there are also formation restrictions. Many formations require powerful monks to break through. For Han Yi, he can use the demon-slaying dagger to try these formations.

And if it is an open palace, there may be no formations.

But Han Yi is still cautious, with the Seven Star Kunwu sword hanging above his head, holding the demon dagger in his hand, Han Yi approaches the palace, uses the Seven Star Kunwu sword to open the way, and tentatively shuttles ten meters ahead. If there is a formation, he will be the first to encounter it , to give Han Yi time to react.

but.

As he thought, there is indeed no formation restriction in this open palace.

After a while.

Han Yi walked out of the palace, his eyes flashing with surprise.

In this palace, although there are not many treasures, and there are no weapons of magic weapon level, there are more than a dozen bottles of pills, and some first- and second-tier talismans. In addition, there are many jade butterflies, Han Yi didn't have time to check more, so he put everything into the Qiankun ring.

but.

What made Han Yi feel weird was that he didn't find a spirit stone, not even a low-grade spirit stone, and he didn't see the monk's body.

This kind of situation is rather weird, and while he is delighted, he is also faintly uneasy, and he is even more vigilant.

After walking out of the palace, Han Yi continued to flee deeper into the fallen debris.

This time, there were no more open palaces. However, after probing with the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword and breaking the restriction with the Devil-killing Dagger, Han Yi broke through three palaces one after another, sneaked into them, and obtained countless pills, magic symbols, magic weapons, arrays, etc. Plates, jade butterflies, and books of unknown material.

These harvests made Han Yi very happy. No wonder so many people gathered in the Yuanlao Mountains, waiting for the fragments of the Holy Land to fall suddenly one day, so that he could be the first fisherman and get the first sum of gold.

With ecstasy, his figure flickered, and he used the devil-slaying dagger to cut open the fifth palace, but suddenly, a spiritual energy rushed over, blasting him out in an instant.

However, this psychic power did not last long, it was only one-time, and its original intention was not to hurt people, but to force them back.

"so close."

Han Yi's face changed.

However, after the psychic energy that lifted him away dissipated, the formation covering the palace immediately dissipated.

Han Yiyu wielded the Seven Star Kunwu Sword, pushed open the gate of the palace, and walked in slowly.

This palace is already in a relatively inner position.

The palace is not small, bigger than the four palaces I have visited before.

The size of the palace, to a certain extent, means the status of the monks who once lived in it, and indirectly indicates the strength of the possible treasures in it.

Han Yi walked carefully in this palace, but the place he passed was clean, and there was not a single treasure that made him puzzled.

All the way to the deepest part of the palace, there are three closed quiet rooms, located at the end of the deep part of the palace.

Han Yi controlled the Qixing Kunwu sword, and slowly pushed open the door of the first quiet room. The room was empty, with only some furniture and nothing else.

Next, he pushed open the second door in the same way and got the same result.

After pushing open the third door, Han Yi's eyes flickered in horror. He was already controlling the Qixing Kunwu Sword and blasted straight out. At the same time, a wave of fear appeared on his face.

Because of the door he pushed open, a monk sat cross-legged on the futon facing the door.

This was not the reason why Han Yi was terrified. What terrified him was that the monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes the moment he pushed the door open.

A pair of silver eyes looked straight at Han Yi.

This is not the outside world.

This is a fragment of Yuanlao Holy Land, separated by tens of thousands of years, even if there are monks, they must have died long ago, and they can still open their eyes.

The feeling of hell, Han Yi's sword was purely frightened, and he attacked instinctively.

but.

To his surprise, the cultivator who was sitting cross-legged just opened his eyes, but did not make any other movements. The Seven Star Kunwu Sword slammed on his body, directly blasting his body out, hitting the wall, and collapsing Quiet room.

The Qixing Kunwu sword was also shaken back, and Han Yi moved it back to his body. Seeing this low-grade magic weapon bestowed by the emperor, the tip of the sword unexpectedly folded to the side. Structural changes.

Han Yi's face was shocked.

How terrifying must that monk's body be, to be able to bend even the Seven Star Kunwu Sword with just a shock force.

but.

At the same time as the sword was blasted, Han Yi retreated crazily, and the sword returned by the shock was also lying in front of him. If something was wrong, he planned to run away.

The scene just now really made him too horrified.

The corpse of the monk in the fragments of the tens of thousands of years of the palace opened his eyes, what the hell.

but.

What puzzled him was that the corpse that had crashed into the quiet room did not stand up again, as if it had really turned into a corpse. The scene of suddenly opening his eyes just now was his own illusion?

No, it's impossible.

At the peak of Foundation Establishment, it is absolutely impossible to have illusions. Han Yi still has this confidence.

He pointed out suddenly, and the spiritual light burst out from the fingertips, and the spiritual void finger that had not been used for a long time was used as a test at this moment.

The aura fell on the corpse half-buried by sand and stones, directly blasting the sand and stones, and the corpse remained motionless, without any movement or breath.

With a thought in Han Yi's mind, his spiritual consciousness gushed out and landed on the corpse lying on the ground, ready to use his spiritual consciousness to drag it out.

But he found that his consciousness sank suddenly.

Heavy, heavy, motionless heavy.

He tried his best with his spiritual sense, but the corpse still didn't change at all, even the corpse's arms couldn't be lifted.

Even the corpse is so heavy, in front of this cultivator, is it possible that it is the power of transforming gods, or even a half-immortal who is stronger than the power of transforming gods?

The astonishment on Han Yi's face was even worse, but along with the astonishment, there was also a touch of ecstasy.

The power of transforming gods, even if the things on your body are dead, if you leak a little, it is enough to make yourself rich overnight.

No more.

This corpse is the perfect fairy fate.

Han Yi tried several times in other ways, but the corpse still had no movement or abnormality, so he became more courageous, walked forward cautiously, and pried the monk over with the Seven Star Kunwu Sword. It took half a minute. It was difficult to turn the corpse over.

What came into view was a relatively delicate face with soft features, which looked like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

but.

He hit the corpse with the Seven Star Kunwu Sword, but there was a crisp metallic sound, as if there was some kind of special metal under the skin.

Reminiscent of the dead body opening its eyes just now, but not moving at this moment, the dead body was so heavy that it was unbelievable, Han Yi suddenly had a bold guess.

This monk is not a human being.

Many years ago, in the cave in the mysterious place, he experienced an assessment of the lord of the fairy mansion. At that time, the way of the assessment was to let him defeat a puppet, the Yellow Turban Immortal.

Judging from the tentative situation just now, the corpse in front of him should be a heavenly creation similar to the Yellow Turban Immortal.

The sudden eye-opening action just now exhausted the last energy of this heavenly creation before becoming motionless.

This explanation is the most reasonable.

Now is not the time to explore these things, Han Yi no longer thinks about it anymore, his consciousness surges out, and he is ready to put this corpse into the Qiankun Ring, but the first attempt is unsuccessful, and he has tried three times, consuming most of his soul power , and finally put this corpse into Qiankun ring temporarily.

Taking out the jade bottle and pouring out the Soul Pill, Han Yi thought for a while, the harvest of this trip is already huge, so it's time to stop.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave.

The Qingping sword behind him suddenly vibrated slightly. The vibration was not large, but it revealed a longing, and this longing was directional.

north.

In the north, something aroused the desire of this sword and made him vibrate.

Han Yi's heart skipped a beat.

This top-quality sword has a secret, and Han Yi has known it for a long time. At the beginning, he chose to buy it just because of the name of the sword.

later.

After he broke through the Foundation Establishment and was hunted down by Yuan Changtian, Han Yi frantically detonated all the magical weapons on his body, and finally felt a sense of resistance when he detonated the Qingping Sword.

That wave of resistance prevented the sword from exploding, but pierced directly between Yuan Changtian's eyebrows, ending the difficult battle to the death.

Generally speaking, there are very few spiritual prototypes below top-rank magic weapons, except of course, except for the sword fairy's exclusive spirit sword.

Seventy percent of the reason why the Sword Immortal is known as the number one in killing is because of the spirit sword.

Under normal circumstances, there is no spiritual prototype below the top-rank magic weapon.

However, Qingping Sword's resistance made Han Yi feel that this sword was very likely to have a spiritual prototype, and the spiritual prototype was born with the best magic weapon. This sword has a lot of secrets.

That's why he has been carrying it all the time. Even if he bought Lei Ze Sword and Feng Ling Sword, which are more powerful than Qingping Sword, he still carries Qingping Sword on his back all year round, wanting to take the guessed spiritual embryonic form gradually. Catalyzed out.

And this moment.

This Qingping sword underwent a second conscious change, that is, it gave birth to a desire, longing for something.

Han Yi, who was about to leave, stood up with his sword and quickly fled towards the north.

This fragment of the fallen holy land is indeed not small, much larger than the Xuandanzong. You know, the Xuandanzong has nine inner peaks and hundreds of outer peaks. The other peaks that are not included in the outer peaks due to insufficient spiritual veins are not insignificant.

Therefore, when Han Yi's Yujian flew away, when he looked down, there were more and more monks, some were breaking the formation, some were fighting, and some were fleeing.

The Qingping sword under his feet had a direction to fall, and Han Yi stopped following the direction.

In front.

It is a huge palace, the size of this palace is comparable to the size of a Qinglong Peak.

This palace, in terms of geographical location, is not the core of this holy land fragment, but judging from the size of the palace and the decoration on the outside of the palace, it should be regarded as the core.

And this moment.

A total of six Golden Core monks were attacking the palace, and countless auras flickered down. The light barriers around the palace began to tremble violently, flickering with auras. It was obvious that the formation covering the palace was about to be broken. .

In addition to these six Golden Core cultivators, there are more than 40 Foundation Establishment cultivators standing with their weapons and also attacking.

As for the periphery of the palace, more Qi training monks are constantly gathering.

Within a minute of Han Yitun's standing, the formation on the palace flashed crazily three times, and then instantly went out.

The cultivators in the air and the cultivators on the ground all rushed in with bright eyes.

Han Yi flew into the palace with the crowd. The palace was huge, and the monks who poured in dispersed to hunt for treasures. Under the guidance of Qingping Sword, Han Yi turned around and appeared in a side room.

Pushing open the side room, there was no corpse of a monk in the side room, but the vibration of the Qingping sword in his hand suddenly increased greatly, and he was even thrown out of his hand.

next moment.

A scene that surprised Han Yi happened.

A dusty sword in the corner of the side room suddenly flew up, shaking in mid-air.

Han Yi's pupils shrank, and what shocked him was that the flying sword was exactly the same as his own Qingping sword.

That's right.

The appearance, length, size, and shape are all the same. The sword body and hilt are black and white, and there is a blue lotus flower covering the sword body. If Han Yi hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Han Yi would have thought it was his Qingping sword.

now.

The Qingping sword that got out trembled and emitted a blue-black light, and the Qingping sword flying from the corner did the same, the light was connected and merged together.

Just in an instant.

The two rays of light flickered at the same time, and the two Qingping swords suddenly leaned towards each other, and then, like two drops of water, fused into one drop, without a sound, there was only one Qingping sword left in the light.

An aura of low-grade magic weapon-level swords emanated from the newly fused Qingping sword.

"Can it still be like this?" After Han Yi was stunned, he was instantly overjoyed.

Although he couldn't figure out what the reason was, the upgrade of the sword weapon was naturally beneficial to him.

Two identical Qingping swords, after being fused together, transform into a low-grade magic weapon, will there be a third, fourth, fifth...

If these Qingping swords are fused together, could it be that the quality of this sword weapon can keep rising.

Magical treasures, spiritual treasures, even... semi-celestial artifacts?

Han Yi thought in his heart, with a light move, he was ready to bring the sword back.

Sudden.

A ray of silver light shuttled from behind, approaching within ten meters of Han Yi without a sound.

With his back to the silver light, Han Yi's eyes flashed fiercely.

then.

He just dodged slightly to avoid the silver light. The silver light passed where Han Yi was standing, and sank into the wall of the quiet room.

This is a silver short spear, less than half a meter long, exuding a dark silver light.

"what?"

A soft cry sounded 30 meters away from the quiet room. Obviously, this attack failed to accomplish anything, which surprised the sneak attacking cultivator.

but.

next moment.

Han Yi's figure was already flashing outside the door, his eyes were deep, and he just glanced at the sneak attacking monk.

In the early stage of foundation building?

Although at this moment, his cultivation base is also pretending to be in the early stage of foundation establishment, but the opponent's shots are vicious, and such sneak attacks from behind are definitely done a lot.

Han Yi just waved his hand lightly, and the Qingping sword that had just been fused shook lightly.

then.

With a bang, as if teleporting, the opponent didn't even have time to react, his head soared into the sky, Qingping sword turned back, Han Yi waved lightly, and put away the storage bag on the fallen headless corpse When he came back, he took back the short spear stuck on the wall of the quiet room.

This short spear is, after all, a top-grade magical weapon. Although it is the most basic top-grade magic weapon, it is worth a thousand middle-grade spirit stones, which is more or less a harvest.

Come all come, kill all kill, the spoils of war must be taken away.

After collecting the loot, Han Yi left the quiet room with Qingping Sword and Seven Star Kunwu Sword on his back, and glanced around. Occasionally, monks flickered past, either joyful, regretful, cautious, or ferocious.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze, chose a direction at random, and swept forward.

However, after three breaths, he stopped. In front of him, two monks were fighting frantically.

One of the young monks was holding a guqin in his left hand, while his right hand was moving crazily. Countless musical notes, like entities, turned into frenzied waves, rumbled endlessly, and rolled out.

Opposite him is a burly monk, who looks like a middle-aged monk, with twinkling eyes, star eyebrows like swords, not angry and majestic, he is holding a gold-plated heavy halberd, above the heavy halberd, there is a mysterious aura of the most noble, flow out.

Han Yi's pupils shrank.

The first person he had ever seen was a few years ago, when he returned from Tiannan Immortal City of Great Qin Immortal Kingdom, he and this monk took the same immortal boat.

Yujing Mountain Holy Land, the disciple of Li Qiushi who is number one on the real person list, Wu Gang.

The second one, although he has never seen it before, but the aura on that heavy halberd reminded him of the young man who was killed in the Wanyao Mountains many years ago. Although one of the weapons is a high-grade magic weapon and the other is a middle-grade magic weapon, there is a huge difference, but the aura comes from the same vein, and Han Yi will not admit it wrong.

This is Dagan's official monk.

And the two people who fought frantically were both at the middle stage of Golden Core under the Qi Watching Technique, and, in the middle stage of Golden Core, they had already reached the peak, and they were only one step away from the late stage of Golden Core.

And the weapons in the hands of the two are even middle-grade magic weapons.

Although Han Yi thought he was strong enough, he didn't dare to fight head-on against the middle-stage golden core monk who possessed a middle-grade magic weapon and was also a powerful force in the Holy Land, so he had to run away.

The moment he stopped.

Not far ahead, the killing intent of the two fighting monks suddenly increased, and the notes and heavy halberds collided fiercely.

The terrifying power smashed all the surrounding rooms into pieces, lifted them into the air, destroyed them, and even created a huge gap in the roof of the palace. This gap, the originally solid and huge palace, seemed to be broken open. Some kind of prohibition.

Rumble.

The collapse of the palace, this kind of collapse is not a single one, but a chain of nature.

Less than 1 minutes.

The huge palace collapsed in half.

And in this half of the palace, two figures, from below, killed into the mid-air, and then from the mid-air, killed into the intact palace below.

Han Yi, who flew up with Yujian, changed his expression slightly, and fled away without hesitation.

The harvest of this trip is huge enough, so let's accept it as soon as it is good.

Han Yi Yujian fled away, left the falling debris, continued to go outside, left Yuanlao Mountain, released the fairy boat, and took a ride away. When he was a full ten kilometers away from Yuanlao Mountain, he suddenly noticed something and stopped suddenly. Come down and look behind.

In the rear, in Yuanlao Mountain, there was a terrifying sword intent, which erupted loudly, reaching the sky, and wiped out all the spiritual light scattered in the midair and space cracks.

then.

There was also starlight, which came from outside the sky and fell into the hands of a monk who walked into Yuanlao Mountain, turning into a galaxy spear. The spear was shining brightly, filling the sky with starlight.

unfinished.

There is also a jade-faced and handsome monk, holding a white folding fan, descending from the sky, strolling in the courtyard, walking into the starlight and the shocking sword intent.

"This power is a real monk monk."

Han Yi looked out, and saw many figures, either from the air or the ground, heading towards Yuanlao Mountain from all directions.

"Golden Core monks, and there are many late-Golden Core monks, and even Golden Core peak monks."

Han Yi didn't dare to look any longer, his consciousness surged out, and the fairy boat flew westward. After an hour, it gradually slowed down, and then turned into a normal sailing.

(End of this chapter)