The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 275 Killing

Apart from knowing where he is, Yi Qingchen also already knows what kind of world this is.

In the memory of the old man of Jindan, there are seven sects of the Yue Kingdom.

And there is a sect in the Seven Sects of Yue Kingdom called Huang Fenggu.

The other sects didn't have much impression, only this Huang Fenggu brought back his memories when he heard it.

At that time, most of the sects were called Zong, sect, sect, palace... Suddenly seeing Huang Fenggu, a slightly strange sect name, naturally left a deep impression on them.

Later, I also thought of similar names such as Tingfeng Jiangu.

As soon as Yi Qingchen heard the name Huang Fenggu, he knew that it was a world where mortals cultivated immortals.

Because the plot of this novel is too long and I read it for too long, many contents have long been forgotten.

What he still remembers is the enduring fame of Han Paopao, Han Laomo and Mortal Liu.

I just remember that Han Pao Pao Pao Pao Pao is the fastest, and the next copy of the dead companion is the fastest.

Meticulous and cunning, her methods are sinister and sinister.

Other than that, only the vial that accelerated the growth of the elixir still had an impression.

"Where did Old Demon Han find the vial?"

Yi Qingchen thought carefully, and then gave up this useless effort.

When he read novels, he didn't think about time travel, and he didn't bother to memorize the process of obtaining treasures.

Apart from knowing that Old Demon Han will be apprenticed to Huang Fenggu, he knows almost nothing about the plot.

There is no advantage.

"However, I don't need any advantage right now. The strongest person in this world is only at the Nascent Soul level. As long as I act carefully, I don't need to be afraid of anyone at all. With my method of collecting resources, I don't need the life-enhancing medicine at all. vial."

Yi Qingchen put away the void barrier and disappeared in a flash.

To kill, to seize treasure.

Although he is an old man, oh, his name is Wang Tianming.

Although Wang Tianming's things can't be called treasures, they are the collection of the first Jindan monk after all, and they are worth owning.

Time is up now.

Every high-level monk in the Ghost Spirit Sect has a life card for centralized monitoring to supervise their life and death.

In case any high-ranking cultivator unfortunately dies, the Zongmen can make arrangements as soon as they know about it.

Whether it's revenge or dealing with another attack from the enemy.

Therefore, the Ghost Spirit Sect will soon find out that Wang Tianming is dead, and it will be a bit troublesome once the several Nascent Soul stage monks are notified.

After all, the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage have some extraordinary supernatural powers, coupled with the power of the entire Ghost Spirit Sect, even Yi Qingchen dare not underestimate it.

Better to nip the danger in the bud.

After a while, Yi Qingchen appeared in front of the hall where the life token was stored.

Wang Tianming, as an expert in the alchemy stage and a younger brother of the head of the sect, Wang Tiansheng, has a lot of secrets in his hands.

Naturally, he would not hide the place where the life card was stored.

Coincidentally, the foundation-building cultivator who was guarding the fate card rushed out in a panic, and bumped into Yi Qingchen.

"Go away!"

The monk gave a loud shout and rushed forward without slowing down.

It was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

Moreover, he didn't find any difference in Yi Qingchen, and only regarded him as an ordinary disciple.

Yi Qingchen didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he raised his hand and grabbed his soul to search for his soul.

Fortunately, the two guards of the fate card had not had time to report to the higher authorities, so there was no need to turn around and make a surprise attack immediately.

The matter was so important that the two disciples didn't dare to send out the message talisman casually, and planned to go and inform it in person.

That's why it was blocked by Yi Qingchen.

The black sword light flickered, passed through the white primordial spirit, and then passed through the monk's body.

The cultivator's whole body changed drastically, and he turned into a mummy in an instant, and then turned into fly ash.

"Enemy attack!"

Another monk staying in the main hall was startled by the scolding, and sent out his spiritual consciousness to check the movement, and was shocked.

With a loud shout, he raised his hands hastily and typed several messenger symbols.

"The reaction is quick."

Yi Qingchen walked into the main hall, seeing hundreds of wooden plaques hanging densely.

He didn't pay attention to this, and directly reached out to grab the remaining disciple.

The rays of light transformed by several communication talismans stagnated, extinguished, and disappeared in the void behind Yi Qingchen, as if they were crushed into dust by an invisible big hand.

That disciple's three souls and seven souls scared away two souls and six souls, and he stared blankly at Yi Qingchen with fear all over his face.

"It turns out that people are really scared and can't move when they face a strong person who can't be defeated."

Yi Qingchen had a strange thought, and his palm had already grabbed the disciple's head.

Soul search.

"Sure enough, under normal circumstances, those high-ranking monks would not come to the Hall of Life Cards at all, unless someone reported the news of the death of a high-ranking monk, they would be attracted."

Yi Qingchen took the storage bags of the two of them and put them in his bosom, and with his tyrannical consciousness, he reached out to Lingpo Peak.

Stepping out with one step, the space shifted, and Lingpo Peak was already in sight.

Spiritual consciousness invaded the peak protection formation, and came to the cave of Lingpo Peak in a flash of space.

The master of this peak, Master Tingyou, is practicing in seclusion, and he hasn't noticed anyone intruding.

Yi Qingchen stretched out his hand to lead, and the Zhanyuan sword turned into a black light to kill the real Tingyou, arresting the primordial spirit to search for the soul.

One person has short knowledge, and two people have long knowledge.

This Master Tingyou's memory is different from Wang Tianming's, he knows some secrets that others don't.

After a while, Yi Qingchen left from Lingpo Peak, with several storage bags already in his arms.

Time is running out, and there is no time to check the loot.

Yi Qingchen turned around and came to the Fierce Soul Peak again, and did the same to deal with the Golden Core monks who got rid of this peak.

Use the fast to beat the slow, and attack the unprepared.

After Yi Qingchen learned the details of the Ghost Spirit Gate, the Six Demon Sects, and the Tiannan region, he will spend time subduing this sect's mind.

The six sects of magic add up to twenty or thirty monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, and thousands of monks in the Core Formation Stage.

Yi Qingchen compared the combat power of the Nascent Soul Stage in Wang Tianming's memory, and thought to himself that he could easily suppress the Nascent Soul Stage monks.

Although he is only in the Jindan realm.

But if the six sects of the Demonic Dao realize the pressure brought by him as an outsider, they are very likely to unite, and even unite with the Zhengdao League to resist together.

At that time, Yi Qingchen was not so easy to fish in troubled waters.

It's better to kill people and seize treasures directly, and find a place to retreat and learn after snatching enough exercises.

It is better to cultivate into Nascent Soul or even Transformation God as soon as possible.

After successively soul-searching six Golden Core Realm cultivators, Yi Qingchen stopped wasting time searching for souls, but began to kill and seize treasures with high efficiency.

The Zhanyuan sword will kill with one blow, it absorbs the flesh and blood of the cultivation base, and devours the primordial spirit.

This sword has been refined several times by him, and it has been cultivated for more than a hundred years, and it has not only had the same function as it did back then.

Devouring flesh and blood, cultivation base, primordial spirit, piercing armor, piercing the sky, etc.

Anyway, none of the monks in the Golden Core Realm can withstand the power of the Zhanyuan Sword, even if they discover in advance the aura of body protection, magic weapons and the like.

While the killing is in progress.

Two rays of light landed on Sad Soul Peak, looking coldly at the empty alchemy room.

"Brother is really dead..."

One of them said in a deep voice: "He mentioned to me that the Blood Spirit Pill will be refined in these two days, and he will never go out. Who the hell can sneak into our sect and kill the Golden Core cultivator silently?"

The other person didn't say a word, but raised his hand and shot a flash of light.

The person before said in surprise: "Sect Master, why did you issue the Sect Master summoning order?"

"The enemy is very vicious. Several alchemy cultivators have disappeared without a sound. We must gather all the strength of the sect to find the enemy as soon as possible."

Another person said in a deep voice: "Ruochi fears that our sect is in danger of being destroyed!"

(End of this chapter)