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Chapter 111: Foundation building completed, fellow sects fighting each other, half-immortal’s remaining soul
Out of caution, Han Ye did not go to the direction pointed by the green wood pieces to meet up. Instead, he found a dense forest and planned to refine a three-leaf fire grass first.

He took out the elixir from the storage ring and swallowed it into his belly. It melted directly into a ball of white liquid, penetrated into the blood and five internal organs, and entered Han Ye's body autonomously.

It took Han Ye a full hour to fully absorb the medicinal power of a three-leaf fire grass. The mana in his body increased by a certain amount, and the improvement was visible to the naked eye.

"As expected of the Burning Qi Grass that grew up by swallowing the blood of immortals. The spiritual power it contains is so powerful. The increase in Qi Sea's mana is a considerable amount."

Han Ye felt slightly happy and continued to refine the remaining ten or so three-leaf burning grass. At the same time, he took a handful of Da Pei Yuan Dan.

Now in the Golden Cicada Secret Realm, every improvement in strength will increase by one point. Three-leaf Burning Grass and Da Pei Yuan Dan quickly dissolved in Han Ye's body and spread, just like more than a dozen small energy balls in the body. Even if many meridians are opened, it cannot be absorbed.

Wisps of medicinal power escape from the pores, turning the surrounding into a space filled with spiritual power.

Every time the Great Zhoutian runs, the mana in the Qi Sea will increase a lot.

The body seemed to be suspended in the clouds, greedily absorbing the surging medicinal and spiritual power.

It took Han Ye half a day to refine all the burning grass and elixirs. The meridians, flesh and blood in his body were filled with magic power, and his cultivation reached the perfection of the foundation building stage.

It's just one step away from getting the golden elixir, and there's no bottleneck at all.

However, Han Ye suppressed his realm and did not allow himself to break through.

If you rush to break through now, the number of turns of the condensed golden elixir will not be high enough, and it will be a low-quality and ordinary golden elixir. Without sufficient accumulation, it will be difficult to condense a high-turn number of golden elixirs.

On the contrary, if he can suppress his realm, unleash all his potential, continue to hone his physical body, reach the extreme, and then break through the realm, his unparalleled hegemonic body will definitely reach another level, which will be of great benefit to his future impact on the Nascent Soul.

The golden elixir has a great influence on the speed of subsequent cultivation. Those with seven-turn golden elixir and above have the opportunity to impact the realm above the gods.

"With my current level of cultivation, if I face Liu Chengfeng again, I will definitely be able to defeat him within ten moves!"

Liu Chengfeng's figure appeared in his mind, and Han Ye couldn't help but think so.

When the Qi competes in the inner sect, if he doesn't have the Immovable Rakshasa Dharmakaya, it will be really difficult to win, and he may not necessarily be Liu Chengfeng's opponent.

"With my current strength, I am no longer afraid of any foundation-building monks. Ordinary golden elixir monks can also touch it."

Han Ye released his spiritual consciousness and expanded the coverage area.

The disciples of the Dragon Bird Sect who discovered that the emerald green wood pieces were guiding them had not disappeared yet. They were obviously still nearby, but the other party did not come to find them, and neither did they themselves.

"I wonder if it's Wang Daniu and the others. We can use the Qi Condensation Technique to find out."

Han Ye wrapped his body with magic power and used the Qi Condensation Technique to look for traces of the disciples of the Dragon Bird Sect.

At this time, two figures were seen from a distance. They were at the intersection on the hillside and seemed to be arguing.

Han Ye stood behind a huge dark red rock, mobilized his magic power, poured it into his ears, and listened carefully to their speech.

"Mei Xuan, I have already collected seven gilded emperor mandalas in the secret realm, which is enough to make our cultivation level rise by leaps and bounds. Why bother venturing to the center of the Golden Cicada Secret Realm?"

"It's just seven gilded emperors. Is that a lot? At most, it will support us until we break through to the late stage of Nascent Soul and become true disciples. If we want to break through to become gods and rise to the top of the sect, we will have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse to truly become a master among monks. I am now I can't wait any longer. I have been practicing for 50 years. Because of the hidden trauma left behind by that mission, my realm has been stuck in the golden elixir realm for ten years. This is my end, and I can only live in the next hundred years. Time passes.”

"It's impossible for me to be my direct disciple for the rest of my life!"

A man and a woman, dressed in the Dragon Bird Sect's standard robes. The man is wearing a purple luan treasure gauze, which is obviously the true successor, while the woman is dressed in a white robe as a direct disciple. She looks pure and beautiful, and her appearance is excellent.

Han Ye was quite surprised when he saw the two of them.

It turned out to be them.

He had met these two people once on Elder Yu's spiritual boat, and he had some impressions. The true disciple was named Yue Xingmu, who was the new true disciple of Ten Thousand Beasts Peak, and the woman's name was Lu Xuanxuan, a talisman who cultivated the divine peak. division.

Both of them were disciples who had performed well in the past ten years and were selected by the elders to enter the Golden Cicada Secret Realm.

But looking at it now, the relationship between the two is not simple.

Yue Xingmu gritted his teeth tightly and held Lu Xuanxuan's wrist. After constant struggle, he finally made up his mind and said, "Mei Xuan, you stay at the foot of the mountain. The central area of ​​the secret realm is too dangerous, so I'll go and collect it!" If you can step on more heavenly and earthly treasures like the Gilded Imperial Mandala, I will give you half of it."

After saying this, Yue Xingmu walked resolutely towards the top of the mountain.

Lu Xuanxuan looked at Yue Xingmu's back, her eyes glazed over, and a wisp of black shadow quickly emerged from the ground and entered her body.

Then, his eyes returned to clarity, and he stared at the baggage on Yue Xingmu's back. A cold smile appeared on his beautiful face, and he struck out like lightning, piercing Yue Xingmu's vest with a sword.

"puff!"

The blood-red sword edge penetrated from the front of Yue Xingmu's chest.

Drops of hot blood rolled down from the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.

"For...why?"

Yue Xingmu was trembling all over, with an indescribable surprise and confusion in his voice.

"Shh!"

Lu Xuanxuan's face suddenly turned very cold. He drew out his sword and kicked Yue Xingmu on the back, knocking Yue Xingmu to the ground.

Then, she walked over, took off the baggage on Yue Xingmu's back, opened the baggage, and saw dozens of gilded imperial mandalas inside, with a satisfied smile in her eyes.

Among the five-color mandala, golden quality is the best. One mandala can greatly improve the strength of a monk.

Lu Xuanxuan closed the bag, looked at Yue Xingmu in a pool of blood, and sneered: "The depths of the Golden Cicada Secret Realm are too dangerous. If you climb to the top of the mountain and go there, you will definitely never return. Since you are all dead, why? Don’t you choose to die by my sword? At least, I can still get your share of the gilded imperial mandala.”

Yue Xingmu's heart was pierced. Even if he used magic to seal his blood vessels, blood still kept pouring out of his chest, soon dyeing his robes blood red.

"Even if you ask me for a gilded mandala, I will definitely... give it to you..." Yue Xingmu was in great pain, pressing his chest with his palms, his face becoming increasingly pale.

Lu Xuanxuan took out a piece of white silk cloth and wiped the blood on the sword. A sarcastic smile appeared on his beautiful face and said: "Silly boy, you are so cute! Do you really think I will like you?" You? Among the true disciples who pursue me, at least five are better and more powerful than you."

"Shh!"

Immediately afterwards, another sword was inserted into his Dantian, and the mana stirred, destroying his golden elixir.

"puff!"

Once the golden elixir was destroyed, Yue Xingmu vomited blood, stared straight into his eyes, and died completely.

I don't know if I was pissed to death, or died of blood?

Lu Xuanxuan took off the baggage on his back and brought together the two gilded imperial mandalas in the baggage. There were twenty in total, emitting circles of sacred golden brilliance.

Just smelling the medicinal fragrance emanating from the gilt imperial mandala, the magic power in Lu Xuanxuan's body speeded up a bit.A joyful smile appeared on her beautiful face: "After refining all these gilded emperor mandalas, my cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. Even if I return to the sect, I can immediately become a strong person among the top. The true inheritance is not easy. You must at least become the master of a peak, so that you can have a chance to get close to the position of deputy sect master."

Han Ye was hiding in the dark, and was a little shocked when he saw this woman being so cruel and killing this disciple, and secretly tutted.

It is too cruel to kill each other in the same sect.

"Come out, stop hiding, I already knew you were there."

Suddenly, while Lu Xuanxuan was cleaning his sword, he said expressionlessly in the direction of Han Ye.

Han Ye secretly thought that something was wrong. At this time, the green wood piece had become an exposed object.

This woman won't kill her to silence her.

slip.

Without any intention of replying, Han Ye took out the speed talisman, attached it to his feet, and ran away.

However, the opponent had already flown in from the sky.

In Lu Xuanxuan's view, no matter how powerful Han Ye was, he was just a foundation-building monk and could not threaten her at all.

"I can see that he really loves you, why did you kill him?"

Han Ye wanted to disturb the opponent's Taoist mind, delay time, and directly transmit the Taoism.

"I can kill him if I want. It's none of your business."

Lu Xuanxuan launched a speed spell and responded indifferently. His slender body turned into a series of afterimages. He was extremely fast. In an instant, he rushed in front of Han Ye and stabbed Han Ye between the eyebrows with a sword.

Han Ye stood on the same spot, moved his feet slightly, and moved his body five steps away, easily dodging Lu Xuanxuan's sword.

Lu Xuanxuan was slightly startled. Before he could react, a figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Han Ye appeared in front of Lu Xuanxuan and hit her chest with his palm.

"Pure Yang Xuanhuang Fist!"

Feeling the strong golden palm wind, Lu Xuanxuan's expression changed. It was too late to dodge, so he could only hold the sword across his chest to resist Han Ye's palm print. "Bang!"

Lu Xuanxuan flew upside down more than ten meters away, his body like a fallen leaf blown away by the wind.

When she landed on the ground, she kept moving backwards, leaving a deep footprint every time she took a step on the ground.

Her chest was in great pain, her internal organs seemed to have been injured by a shock, the blood in her body was surging, and her true energy was disordered.

"How can a foundation-building monk be so physically strong?"

In addition, Han Ye's magical power is incredible. It is almost the same as an ordinary monk in the Golden Core Realm.

Han Ye didn't give Lu Xuanxuan a chance to breathe at all. He burst out as fast as he could, rushed in front of Lu Xuanxuan, mobilized all the strength of his muscles and bones, and struck him with another palm.

"The Blood Spirit Great Bird Talisman!"

Lu Xuanxuan immediately activated the power of various talismans on her body, and a medium-sized talisman formation with a diameter of five meters appeared under her body. She threw out a red blood talisman.

The phantoms of a three-headed blood bird and a blood sword condensed into a vision of blood and energy.

He charged towards Han Ye and resisted Han Ye's palm power.

"break!"

Han Ye looked solemn, waved his right arm, and the golden tiger roared. A ferocious gilded spirit tiger appeared, shattering the three-headed blood birds into wisps of scattered blood.

The blue dragon in his left hand and the spiritual tiger in his right hand. The power of the dragon and tiger has always been retained in Han Ye's body.

A sound of breaking wind sounded, and Lu Xuanxuan used his sword technique to slash at Han Ye's neck.

Han Ye took a step back and dodged Lu Xuanxuan's sword move very skillfully.

"The Immovable Rakshasa Dharmakaya."

Han Ye silently chanted in his heart and inspired the eyeless Rakshasa from the sea of ​​consciousness. With a bang, his feet shook violently, and a tall and towering Rakshasa with three heads and six arms appeared. It was solemn and solemn, and Lu Xuanxuan was involved in the terrifying pressure of the Dharma body.

"What is this? Is it a Rakshasa demon?"

When Lu Xuanxuan saw the shadow of Rakshasa, he finally understood why Han Ye was so powerful just by relying on his foundation cultivation. It turned out that he was able to condense the legendary vision of the demon. Only people with astonishing talents can be so powerful. of blood.

In the realm of Immovable Rakshasa, Lu Xuanxuan was completely suppressed by Han Ye and had no power to fight back.

After just three moves, Han Ye struck Lu Xuanxuan on the right shoulder.

"Oh!"

The powerful palm force broke Lu Xuanxuan's right shoulder bone, and a mouthful of blood spat out from her mouth, flew backwards, and fell to the ground.

The sword in her hand also flew out and fell to the ground.

Han Ye waved his arm in the air, and the sword on the ground flew up and fell into Han Ye's hand.He pointed the sword at Lu Xuanxuan's neck and said: "A woman like you has a beautiful face but doesn't know how to cherish it. She will die undeservedly."

Lu Xuanxuan was lying on the ground, with a look of fear in his eyes, and begged: "Junior brother Han Ye, please don't kill me. I will do whatever you ask me to do? I can be your woman and your slave, as long as you let go Pass me."

Lu Xuanxuan lowered his eyebrows, and when he lowered his head, there was a coldness in his eyes. He quickly took out a blue talisman and threw it towards Han Ye.

At the same time, she slapped the ground with one palm, slid back three meters, turned over from the ground, and fled into the distance.

Seeing the talisman thrown by Lu Xuanxuan, Han Ye didn't panic at all, his fingers trembled, and the Fudo Rakshasa behind him waved his hand, wrapped the talisman with his magic power, and threw it dozens of feet away.

"boom!"

The talisman was smashed in the air in front of Lu Xuanxuan, emitting streaks of electric light, forming a powerful impact that knocked Lu Xuanxuan backwards, and fell to Han Ye's feet again.

"puff!"

Without any hesitation, Han Ye stabbed Lu Xuanxuan between the eyebrows with his sword, leaving a red sword mark on her eyebrows and a drop of crimson blood flowing out of her skin.

Lu Xuanxuan's body remained motionless, losing the breath of life and turning into a beautiful corpse.

In that sword strike just now, Han Ye used his sword energy to penetrate Lu Xuanxuan's mind.

What seemed like just a small red dot actually shattered Lu Xuanxuan's soul.

Han Ye looked at the slender and sharp sword in his hand and nodded gently, "The fine magic weapon is a thin sword. I'm not used to it, so I can sell it for money."

Putting the sword into the space ring, Han Ye went to get the two bags on Lu Xuanxuan's back. The baggage not only contained twenty gilded imperial mandalas, but also contained the treasures that Lu Xuanxuan and Yue Xingmu brought into the Golden Cicada Secret Realm. Pills and some life-saving treasures.

Put all those treasures and elixirs into the interspatial ring, and count them slowly later.

Han Ye preserved all twenty gilded imperial mandalas with jade bracelets.

"With these gilded imperial mandalas, we have a greater chance of hitting the golden elixir of rank seven or above!"

Han Ye raised his head and glanced towards the top of the mountain. He saw many gilded imperial mandalas growing on the cliffs on the mountainside, more than at the foot of the mountain.

There is just a layer of purple mist that makes it difficult to figure out.

Han Ye shook his head gently, stopped the greed in his heart, and said to himself: "It's better not to take risks, there is no need to risk your life."

It's too dangerous up there. Even if Jindan monks go in, few can come out alive.

It is already very good to get such a rich harvest at the foot of the mountain.

Han Ye dug up the body of Yue Xingmu and buried it, collecting the storage ring. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt that something was missing?
He stopped and looked carefully at the ground. He was horrified to find that Lu Xuanxuan's body was missing!

Han Ye clearly remembered that Lu Xuanxuan's body was lying on the ground less than ten meters away from him. How could it disappear for no reason?
"Even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot steal the body silently from such a close distance."

Suddenly, Han Ye felt a cold wind blowing behind him, and was about to slap him behind him with a palm.

A cold jade hand strangled his neck, preventing him from moving.

"Do not move!"

A hoarse voice sounded behind Han Ye.

The man behind him was completely cold, exuding an extremely cold air, which froze the cold sweat on Han Ye's back into ice crystals. Han Ye felt as if his blood was freezing.

Han Ye tried to stay calm and said without turning his head, "Who are you?"

"Me? Who am I...I am...Who am I?" The voice seemed a little dazed.

Although the voice was a little hoarse, Han Ye still felt that it sounded familiar, and it was somewhat similar to Lu Xuanxuan's voice.

The hand that was holding Han Ye's neck suddenly let go. The man took two steps back and muttered to himself at a loss, "Who am I? Who am I..."

Seeing that she let go, Han Ye rushed forward quickly, keeping a distance of more than ten feet from her, and turned around to look back.

The person who grabbed his neck just now was indeed Lu Xuanxuan, or to be precise, it was Lu Xuanxuan's body.

"How could this happen? How did she come back to life? Impossible. I clearly used sword energy to crush her soul."

Han Ye stared at Lu Xuanxuan standing in the distance, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

There was actually a golden halo above Lu Xuanxuan's head, forming the vague appearance of a human figure.

The golden halo exuded a terrifying aura, and the air was so cold that a thick layer of ice formed on the ground dozens of meters in radius, forcing Han Ye not to get close.

"Is that a remnant soul? How could it appear on top of Lu Xuanxuan's head?" Han Ye's expression became very solemn as he thought of a possibility.

Mortals have souls, monks have souls.

The higher the cultivation level of a monk, the more powerful the soul is. It is said that after cultivating to the point of becoming a god, the monk's soul will be very powerful. The soul of a monk can leave the body, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with the law body outside the body, and kill people thousands of miles away without being visible.

Immortals, on the other hand, can use their immortal power to nurture their divine souls into immortal souls.

After the death of the great power, it stands to reason that the soul will exist and dissipate within a hundred years.

Only the immortal soul will remain because of the immortal consciousness, and it will not dissipate even for thousands of years, turning into a remnant soul and wandering in the place of death.

Could it be that this ray of light in front of me is a fairy soul?

"Fenquan Lake is the place where immortals fell. Could it be that those dead half-immortals and immortals turned into their remaining souls and entered Lu Xuanxuan's body by chance?"

Han Ye couldn't help but think of this possibility.

He looked at Lu Xuanxuan with his eyes rolling, his body twitching from time to time, and the hair on his back couldn't help but stand on end.

(End of this chapter)