Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Chapter 43
After the nightmare that day, Mu Hanchan never had a dream again.After waking up, he also quickly forgot those dreams.

Before I knew it, three months had passed.

It has been four years and six months since Mu Hanchan came to the magic world.

The old man's advice to him was to find a way out when the time came.But he didn't tell him clearly when this time was.

"The hand of Qiankun Huayuan!"

"Dark Hidden Formation!"

"Dark Shadow Attack!"

"Dark Spirit Claw!"

"Dark Spirit Finger!"

"Oh!" Mu Hanchan felt a burst of pain.Because he felt as if his fingers were split.Because of the fingering of the Qiankun Huayuan hand, he felt great pain in his fingers.

But look again, eh?The power is not bad.

Fists, palms, claws, four changes, this is the world-level peerless Qiankun Huayuan hand.

Based on the Dark Spirit Art, using the Qiankun Huayuan Hand, the whole move seems to be blessed with dark spiritual power, and between the performances, the black air shrouds it, making it even more unpredictable.

In the past three months, the number of devils in the magic altar has decreased, and there are less than 50 people left.But there are still hundreds of witches.

In order to solve the problem of the surplus of witches, some demons began to choose the technique of dual cultivation of harvesting yin and nourishing yang. Among them, Xiron was the most brutal, and had killed more than a dozen witches.But Mu Hanchan didn't know about these things.

Evil is always just evil.And it is difficult for the evil to become the good.

After harvesting more than a dozen witches, their cultivation base is close to the ninth level of condensed essence.

Mu Hanchan asked the emissary, "What about those dead demons, their training rooms and witches?"

The messenger replied: "If I died accidentally due to cultivation, then the practice room will be sealed forever. If I was killed by a witch, then it will belong to the witch. If I was killed by other devils, it will belong to other devils."

"oh, I see."

Mu Hanchan suddenly thought of his two witches, and a trace of worry rose in his heart.

Suddenly, Mu Hanchan discovered that some devils were actually served by several witches.

This was something Mu Hanchan had never discovered before.

Even in the entire magic altar, as the number of devils is getting smaller and smaller, there is actually a trend of licentiousness.

This is the penultimate stage of Gu-style cultivation: Drunk Gu chooses to wake up.

Mu Hanchan didn't give up on his cultivation, he was still self-denying and diligent, getting up early and going to bed late, taking medicinal baths, and practicing kung fu frequently.

With this day-to-day hard work, in three months, Mu Hanchan has already approached the middle stage of the sixth level of Condensation Yuan.

According to my plan, without any accident, I will be able to reach the late stage of the sixth level of Condensation Yuan after five years in the magic altar, and within ten years, I will be able to break through to the spirit realm.

In 30 years, he could reach the Spiritual Condensation Realm.

In 100 years, Mu Hanchan can become a elixir cultivator.

Mu Hanchan was so immersed in his own plans and imaginations that he even forgot that the school system of the magic world is only 70 years, and it will be closed for 930 years after it expires.

And he got on the bus from Zhengdao Continent, and after 70 years, the place where he got off happened to be Demon's Continent.At that time, I'm afraid it will never be possible for me to return to the right path.

But unfortunately, he didn't know this.

There is no free lunch in the world, and the six major demon sects of the Demonic Dao spend a huge amount of resources to train a few true kings. Naturally, it is impossible to make wedding dresses for the Righteous Dao or the Demon Dao.

Mu Hanchan just wanted to practice hard, achieve success in cultivation, and return home with glory.

However, the tree wants to be still and the wind does not stop.

In front of the practice room on the 13th ground floor.

Two devils wearing golden silk colored glaze training suits came to Mu Hanchan.

"What are you doing here?" Mu Hanchan frowned.

The son of the sword said: "You seem to have forgotten what you did before."

The Son of Talisman said: "If you help Xiron, you are our enemy. We came to ask you for advice today."

Mu Hanchan said: "The earth and sky have always been well watered, and I have never provoked you."

"I said that if you provoked, you provoked. Don't you understand people's language?" The son of the sword said impatiently.

When Mu Hanchan heard this, his eyes turned cold.

"Accept the move! The first move, the cloud is overcast." Said the son of the sword, and then launched an attack.

Mu Hanchan turned around with his saber horizontally, blocking the attack.

"Rotary knife style!"

It's just that this time it didn't have the expected effect, and I was forced to retreat again and again.

"Hmph!" The Sword Son snorted coldly.

"Second form, the ghost of the earth's yin." Immediately, streams of sword energy rose from the ground and slashed at Mu Hanchan.

Mu Hanchan didn't dare to neglect at all.

"Dark Soul Slash!"

Mu Hanchan went all out to fight back, but he didn't expect that the Dark Spirit Slash, which has always displayed its supernatural power, only dissipated most of the sword energy this time, and a small part of the sword energy hit Mu Hanchan's body, and several wounds appeared immediately, and blood flowed from the wound Outflow.

In one round, Mu Hanchan fell into a disadvantage.

In two rounds, Mu Hanchan was slightly injured.

The son of the sword said: "You didn't expect that, did you? Although you have no opponent in the earth ranks, you are not worth mentioning in front of our heaven ranks."

"What kind of sword technique are you using?" Mu Hanchan asked solemnly.

"Heaven-level high-grade sword art, Xuanyin sword art, this is the purpose of my coming to the magic altar." Said the son of the sword.

"what?"

The son of the sword said impatiently and arrogantly: "I'm afraid you don't know, I am the inheritance disciple of the Taiyi sect, a giant of righteousness. The Xuanyin Sword Art was recorded by the magic altar, and that is why I came here."

Mu Hanchan said, "I'm afraid you'll come in alive and get out dead."

"Hmph! How can you understand my ideals? I practiced the Xuanyin Sword Art, left the magic altar, and then went to the Fulu Shuangziheng Island of the Devil's Continent to find the method of Yinyang swordsmanship practice, and then spent my whole life to find Taigang. Sword art, yin and yang dual cultivation, will become No. 1 in the world of cultivating immortals." Said the son of the sword.

Mu Hanchan said: "The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny."

"I won't talk nonsense with you, let's look at the trick! The third move is to kill the cathode!" said the son of the sword proudly.

Mu Hanchan was also not to be outdone. Although the opponent was at the seventh level of Condensation Yuan and he was only at the sixth level, he had no way of retreating if he came to provoke him.

"Dark Spirit Formation!"

"Dark Lightning Technique!"

A black lightning collided with a faint blue sword energy, causing a wave of air immediately.Then there was a muffled sound, and another wave of air broke out.

"Is this your strongest spiritual technique?" said the son of the sword.

Mu Hanchan replied: "Aren't you too? Why didn't you kill me when Yin Yin was killed?"

The son of the sword did not continue to speak, but swung the spirit sword and launched another attack.

"Fourth Form, Rakshasa in the Yin Territory!"

A ghost-like head rushed towards him, it was hard to believe that this thing was sword energy.

But Mu Hanchan didn't dare to neglect at all.

"Dark Spirit Shield!"

The ghost head threw itself on the dark spirit shield, and there was a "sizzling" sound of spiritual power colliding and rubbing, and finally the dark spirit shield broke, and at the same time, the ghost head also shattered.The shattered remaining spiritual power rushed towards Mu Hanchan, causing him to take a few steps back.

I didn't expect the opponent's fourth form to be so powerful, and my third-level dark spirit shield couldn't resist it perfectly.

In fact, Mu Hanchan's dark spirit shield has reached the fourth level, which can support a shield with 27 times the spiritual power, but that will drain all of his spiritual power at once.He didn't forget that there was a Son of Talisman who was watching covetously beside him.

"Dark Shadow Attack!"

For the first time, Mu Hanchan used the fourth level of the Dark Spirit Art, Dark Spirit Shadow.

"Seventh Form, Violent Spirit Slash!"

Mu Hanchan didn't use Dark Spirit Slash, because he wanted to save his spiritual power, and he didn't intend to kill the opponent.

A sword light inferior to Dark Spirit Slash slashed at the Son of the Sword, and then he quickly returned the sword to defend, but the sword energy still seeped into his head, and a small stream of blood flowed down his head.

Seeing this, Mu Hanchan said, "Let's stop here, you lose."

Unexpectedly, the angry Sword Son didn't buy it, but said to Fu Zhizi: "Let's go together and kill him!"

"Don't talk about martial arts?" Mu Hanchan said with a gloomy face.

The son of the sword said grimly: "If you kill you, the demons of the lower level will listen to us. When we kill Xiron again, we will dominate the magic altar!"

"What about you?"

Mu Hanchan asked, his eyes turned to the Son of Fu.

The son of Fu said: "I, you probably don't know, I come from the first-level sect of the Righteous Way, the Fu Sect."

"Oh, it turned out to be a traitor from the magic altar." Mu Hanchan said.

The son of the sword said: "Stop talking nonsense and suffer death."

"Fifth Form, Possession by Yin Spirits!" Afterwards, the hair was windless and automatic, and the body shape became more sensitive.

Mu Hanchan replied: "I am the one you can kill if you want?"

The Son of Talisman said: "Tough mouth!"

"Ice Talisman!"

A three-foot white ice hand rushed towards Mu Hanchan.

Mu Hanchan didn't panic, and counterattacked with a knife.

"Crosscutting!"

A fire-colored blade slashed horizontally, hitting the white ice hand, which instantly split into two halves and fell to the ground.It turned out that when Mu Hanchan used the cross-cutting style, he activated the Lihuo array in the blade.

"Dark Hidden Formation!"

After destroying the ice hand, Mu Hanchan disappeared immediately.

"What about others?"

The son of the sword asked with frost on his face.

The Son of Talisman looked at each other and said, "I don't know." Then, he took out a talisman to look for Mu Hanchan's trace.

"Spirit detection talisman!"

It was just one post, but there was no response.

Mu Hanchan hid in the shadows, absorbed the spiritual power of the "hump" in his body, and recovered.

"Here's another one. His spiritual power is exhausted and he wants to hide it." Said the son of the sword.

So it was another spirit detection talisman, and this time there was finally a slight fluctuation.

"One more! He's about to reveal his form." The Sword Son urged.

Although the son of the talisman was in pain, there was nothing he could do. It was quite exhausting to use the talisman technique repeatedly.

Can't wait any longer!Mu Hanchan thought to herself.If the opponent discovers the figure first, he will fall into a passive state.

"Dark Shadow Attack!"

"Dark Ice Formation!"

"Dark Poison Formation!"

With lightning speed, Mu Hanchan instantly controlled the son of the sword.

"Fire Talisman Palm!"

After Fu Zhizi found out, he immediately attacked Mu Hanchan.

Mu Hanchan felt that his spiritual power was vain, but he didn't show any weakness.

"Dark Spirit Palm!"

A one-foot-sized black palm collided with a three-foot-sized fire palm, and then they were annihilated.

Mu Hanchan didn't slap his palm a second time, but turned his palm into fingers, endured the severe pain of bursting meridians, and changed his move again.

"Dark Spirit Finger!"

A ray of light attacked the son of the talisman.

Feeling that danger was coming, it was too late to defend, so he could only turn around and dodge, but he didn't dodge.

A black light pierced through the shoulder, and blood spurted out.

Seeing that the Son of Talisman had temporarily lost his fighting power, Mu Hanchan dragged his injured body and his meridians in pain, turned around and came to the frozen and poisoned Son of Sword.

A flash of cold light flashed, and Mu Hanchan put the knife on his neck.

Just when Mu Hanchan was considering whether to make up his mind to kill him, two attacks came from the flanks.

"Wind Rolling Blade Technique!"

(End of this chapter)