Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 158 Yuan Ying Heavenly Tribulation
Death robbery, come.

The moment the Zhoutian Profound Handle Formation was broken.

A blood-colored long sword suddenly swept across the sky.

The blood sword is huge, occupying the entire sky. Looking up, it looks like a god holding up to the sky, dragging an endless sea of ​​blood. In the sea of ​​blood, monsters roar and roll, giving people a great psychological shock.

The ultimate magic weapon, the blood sword.

This is the immortal sword inherited from the Blood God Sect, and only the past suzerains are eligible to use it.

"It's the Blood God Sword."

"It's the suzerain of the Blood God Sect, Jiang Yichuan."

"Damn."

"Extreme magic weapon, dodge quickly."

Shouts of exclamation, mixed with emotions of anger, despair, and bewilderment, resounded in Xuan Danzong.

unfinished.

In the sky, a strange murmur suddenly sounded, the murmur was low and thin, and the voice gradually became louder, from small chanting to normal speaking, from normal speaking, then to a raised voice, and finally to a roar like a roar.

But no matter how big or small these murmurs were, no one could hear the specific content of the voices. It was vague and weird, and they seemed to hear them clearly, but they forgot them again.

A peak master of the foundation establishment stage of the outer peak, after vacating, was relatively outside. Hearing such a murmur, his brows frowned, but the next moment, his face suddenly changed slightly, because he heard a word clearly.

"die!"

He couldn't hear all the murmurs before the word, but the word 'death' was very clear.

At the moment when his face changed, the word 'death' poured into the sea of ​​consciousness space from his ear, the voice became louder and louder, as if there was a strange magic power, it was not a demon, it was more like a demon, and finally it was promoted to the level that even the soul could not breathe. unbearable.

die, die, die...

The word 'death' echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness space.It has not weakened, but has continued to increase.

The spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness had already stood up, but it was in great pain. Before he could make a move, the whole spirit exploded, and after the explosion, he still wanted to reunite with difficulty.

But the word 'death' didn't stop, but became stronger. The voice seemed to have a strange power, and it passed through the grinding, directly grinding the souls that were trying to reunite into the air of chaos.

Speaking of which, this peak master, from hearing the word 'death' to being crushed, that is, three moments, not even an instant, the original expression in his eyes disappeared, and his body fell from the sky .

"No, it's the death knell."

"Sect Master of the Heavenly Soul Sect, Feng Wusheng."

"My life is over."

"Where is the suzerain, only the suzerain can stop him."

Just as everyone exclaimed, in the sky, there were two more foundation-building stage monks, their eyes lost their luster, and their bodies fell down.

The eyes of other foundation-building monks were terrified. This kind of silent death was the most terrifying.

Qinglong Peak is located next to Xuandan Peak, and among the nine inner peaks, it is relatively inward. After Han Yi vacated, he saw this desperate scene.

Xuan Danzong, it's over.

At this moment, his eyes were not blank, but he looked around and began to look for an opportunity to escape.

The Xuandanzong Mountain Gate has been broken. According to Bai Wanqing, those who are willing to fight to the death, fight to the death, and those who are willing to escape, flee, do not force it.

Just now.

A beam of sword light rose into the sky from Danjian Peak, the sword light was pale gold, like a star, shining brightly.

"It's Master Mu, he's gone out."

In front of Han Yi, a monk in the foundation period exclaimed, and Han Yi followed his reputation.

The sword light soaring into the sky turned into a middle-aged monk with a rosy face. In front of the monk, a palm-sized sword light was constantly changing its shape, sword pill, sword pill, sword spirit, sword energy...

Dan Jianfeng, Mu Jianxu.

then.

Another monk walked out of the White Tiger Palace with a alchemy furnace in his hand. He was dressed in white and had a serious expression on his face.

Zhuge Wuyou.

Han Yi turned around and saw Zhuge Wuyou, his heart trembled.

Except for these two Supreme Elders, Qin Wuxian, Si Hongxue and Huo Ming did not appear among the existing Xuandanzong Jindan real people.

"Today, Xuan Dan died."

The suzerain of the Blood God Sect, Jiang Yichuan let out a loud shout, holding the blood sword in the sky, and swept past.

Zhuge Wuyou walked up to the sky, and the magic weapon in his hands was not his own magic weapon, but the magic weapon of Xuandanzong Zhenzong, the magic weapon of the suzerain Yuan Shun, which was also of the highest level.

This is a pill stove, the pill stove is purple, and its name is Taishang Xuanyuan Bagua stove.

In the name of Xuandanzong, the character 'Xuan' is taken from 'Xuanyuan'.

This alchemy furnace is not only the furnace of alchemy, but also the treasure of protecting the sect.

Taishang Xuanyuan Bagua Furnace, with a light throw, turned into a huge pill furnace no smaller than the blood sword. When the pill furnace was opened, a divine fire, as if it had spirituality, jumped up and rushed towards the blood sword.

The name of Shenhuo is Xuanyuan Liuding Shenhuo.

This alchemy furnace is imitated from the alchemy furnace of a certain immortal in the fairy world, and the flame in it is smelted by the suzerain of the Xuan Dan Sect in the past dynasties. one.

The divine fire soared into the sky and turned into a galaxy of fire that covered the sky and the earth. The galaxy crashed into the blood sword, and there was a loud noise.

Below the location where the two magic weapons collided, a low mountain peak that was not included in the range of the outer peak was suddenly crushed, the rocks fell down, and the forest was completely destroyed.

Terrifying fluctuations spread out from this mountain peak, and there are several outer peaks that are closer. Above the outer peaks, the earth trembled and the mountains shook. run away.

the same moment.

Sealing the wound with a secret method, Mu Jianxu, who was holding his breath, has already turned into light, and fought with the lord of the Heavenly Soul Sect, Feng Wusheng.

Relying on the sword soul with no stains and leaks, Mu Jianxu can be immune to the soul attack of the death bell, and Feng Wusheng dare not underestimate the second combat power of the Xuandan sect, especially since he can see that after this battle, Mu Jianxu Jian Xu will definitely die, so be careful with this guy, he is crazy when he is dying.

Anyway, Xuandanzong is doomed to perish in Dagan Immortal Kingdom today, so we should take every step and be careful not to capsize in the gutter.

Feng Wusheng put away the Bell of Death, and took out a magic weapon. It was a long black whip. He flicked it lightly, and threw it in mid-air, making a loud 'pop' sound. Void couldn't bear the whipping. Split directly.

The sword light collided with the long whip, the sword light retreated, and the light on it dimmed by three points.

As for Feng Wusheng, he also took three steps backwards, each step, stepping on the void, made the void tremble endlessly.

The sword light didn't stop, and rushed up again.

Collision, collision, like a fearless warrior, constantly charging towards the enemy, even if he knows he is invincible, he is still full of fighting spirit and will never give up.

On Qinglong Peak, Han Yi looked away from the two largest battlefields, looked down, his pupils shrank, and his heart trembled.

Two battles in the sky, relying on the treasure of Xuandanzong's protector and Mu Jianxu's fearlessness of death, temporarily blocked the two strongest monks of Blood God Sect and Tianhun Sect.

But below, it was a one-sided fight.

The thirteen Golden Core stage monks came here as if entering no man's land.

Resistors, die! !

That's right, together with Feng Wusheng and Jiang Yichuan, it wasn't the eleven that Mo Wen remembered, but fifteen.

This scene is already a scene of powerlessness.

Han Yi turned around and looked at Xuandan Peak shrouded in mist. The faint hope that existed in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Yuan Shun? Do you still have the art of returning to heaven?"

When he was building the foundation, he did not forget the last sentence of Yuan Shun's departure, saying that Xuan Danzong still had a way out.

Han Yi didn't know how to survive.

But during this period of time, Xuandan Peak was still full of fog, and Yuan Shun no longer appeared. Intellectually, although Han Yi knew that there was no hope, why did he not want Yuan Shun to go out and tell everyone, I can turn the tide and turn the Xuandan in the world? death robbery.

Han Yi turned around and came back, his figure disappeared, and he was already falling straight down. In mid-air, there were too many Jindan stage monks on the other side, and all the foundation-building stage monks were targets. From the mountains to other places, there is a glimmer of life.

There are not many people who think the same as Han Yi.

Seeing that the general situation was over and unable to recover, many foundation-building monks fled to the rear one after another, while the disciples of the inner and outer peaks of the Qi training period also scattered, causing countless deaths and injuries.

In an instant, Xuan Danzong was in chaos.

Rumble.

in the sky.

A huge sword light exploded directly, extremely gorgeous, turning into dots and falling down.

A figure, in the starlight, with regret and reluctance in its eyes, turned into nothingness and gradually dissipated.

Xuan Danzong, Dan Jianshu, Mu Jianxu, Yun.

In front of him, Feng Wusheng, the lord of the Heavenly Soul Sect, had broken the long whip in his hand, and the broken long whip fell down and landed on an outer peak, as if a meteorite had fallen from the sky, and there was a huge earthquake, and then, The entire fairy peak sank, a full three meters before it stopped.

This scene caused Han Yi, who fled out of the mountain and was about to escape into the forest, the hair on his back to blow up, and his eyelids to twitch wildly.

Just a broken magic weapon can crush an immortal peak, this is the power of a Jindan real person, this is the power of a magic weapon, to him, this is the power of a fairy.

Han Yi didn't stay any longer, turned around and fled into the forest.

Just now.

Sudden.

Ten thousand zhang high in the sky, the sea of ​​clouds dissipated in an instant, as if something descended, vast and terrifying.

A heavy feeling emerged in the hearts of all the monks within a radius of ten miles, as if they were about to face a catastrophe.

Han Yi, who had escaped into the forest, paused for a moment, his face changed dramatically. Looking up, through the sparse canopy, he saw high in the sky, the sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and the whole space seemed to be split.

Something came, and the hair on Han Yi's back blew up.

then.

bang.

A thunderbolt fell from the void, and a foundation-building cultivator of the Blood God Sect was directly under the thunderbolt, and his soul was blown away, and his body was turned into nothingness.

No.

This is not Thunder.

Whether it is power or appearance, it is not an ordinary thunder.

A noun instantly emerged from the minds of everyone in the sky.

catastrophe.

This is a catastrophe imposed by heaven.

Just like going through the foundation building, there are five catastrophes, when the monk is promoted to the Golden Core, and the Golden Core sees through the Nascent Soul, there are also catastrophes.

However, the Foundation Establishment Jindan did not involve the Heavenly Tribulation.

Only by seeing through the realm of the Nascent Soul can there be a catastrophe.

Nascent Soul is already a real king, from a 'true man' to a 'true king', this is a great fortune, and he will be punished by the law of heaven.

The catastrophe came from this.

at this time.

Even when the Zhoutian Profound Handle Formation was breached, there was no movement. In the Xuandan Peak that was still shrouded in mist, a figure broke through the mist and stepped into the sky. Blast its soaring figure down tens of meters.

However, his figure did not stop at all, and once again soared into the sky.

After he appeared.

Boom! !

The second catastrophe fell on him with a bang.

Then, the third, the fourth...

Fast, too fast.

From the dissipation of the sea of ​​clouds, to the falling of the catastrophe, and then to the figure stepping out of Xuandan Peak and rushing into the catastrophe, Han Yi turned around, and what he saw was a figure being chopped down, and then rushed into the catastrophe again. Into the catastrophe.

"Yuan Shun?"

The name flashed across his mind, but the speed of the figure just now was too fast, not inferior to the speed of Heavenly Tribulation.

Just now.

The Taishang Xuanyuan Eight Diagrams Furnace, which was bombarded with the Qingtian giant sword, suddenly shrunk rapidly, and then flew into the sky, and the figure covered by the thunder light was held on the hand.

Just in time.

The fifth catastrophe fell, the figure trembled wildly, and blood spilled into the void.

The sixth catastrophe fell, and a pale golden light radiated from the Taishang Xuanyuan Bagua furnace, covering the figure and resisting the power of the catastrophe. When the catastrophe was about to dissipate, it suddenly opened the furnace, Heavenly Tribulation swallowed into the belly of the alchemy.

Crash.

The catastrophe dissipated, and the sea of ​​clouds became clear.

A figure, wearing a torn robe, stood in the void, holding a purple alchemy furnace in his hand.

Above the figure's head, a miniature figure, only one foot tall, escaped from the body and stood out of nothing.

Yuan Ying.

Then, as if aware of some invisible shackles, Nascent Soul fell back into the figure's body again.

And the alchemy stove held in the figure's hand, on top of the alchemy stove, the divine fire floated up and down. This top-grade magic weapon, the spirit of the magic weapon, jumped and cheered, and swallowed half of the thunder calamity, as if it had obtained some kind of great fairy fate.

speak up.

From the explosion of the thunder and the appearance of the catastrophe, to the rising of the figure and the continuous fall of the catastrophe, the six catastrophes passed by in an instant, and the clear sky was bright, but it was only a snap of the fingers.

Among them, what Han Yi saw was actually only the surface. He didn't see clearly how much resistance the person who survived the calamity made during the thunder calamity.

The power of the catastrophe is not unusual.

At this time, there was an exclamation, and there was an uncontrollable fear in the exclamation.

"Yuanying Tribulation!"

And this voice actually came from Jiang Yichuan, the suzerain of the Blood God Sect.

His cold and stern face suddenly changed drastically at this time, becoming extremely ugly.

then.

High in the sky, the giant sword shrank suddenly, turning into a long sword about 1.2 meters long, and returned to his feet. The next moment, he walked with the sword and fled outside.

but.

He is fast, someone is faster than him.

High in the sky, the figure holding the alchemy stove, after the thunder, that is, the catastrophe dissipated, showed his true face, and it was Yuan Shun who was seriously injured before.

Yuan Shun didn't say a word, and lightly tossed the alchemy furnace in his hand forward, the alchemy furnace soared in an instant, turning into a ten-foot alchemy furnace, and the alchemy furnace smashed through the void, as if teleporting, directly descending on Jiang Yichuan's head, facing the sky And fall.

"Half-step spirit treasure?" Jiang Yichuan raised his head instinctively, these four words flashed in his mind.

then.

Peng! !

The pill furnace was crushed, and his body and soul were directly blasted into dust by the pill furnace that had just passed the baptism of heaven and gave birth to a trace of fairy breath.

The suzerain of the Blood God Sect, the ninth floor of the Golden Core, Jiang Yichuan, died.

The blood god sword wailed, fell down, and stuck on an outer peak. The outer peak, with an uninterrupted rumbling sound, split into two halves and turned into two isolated peaks.

the other side.

Feng Wusheng, who had just consumed Mu Jianxu to death, turned around and fled without saying a word. His speed was faster than Jiang Yichuan.

While escaping, he saw Jiang Yichuan being crushed to death, and his soul was shaken. He didn't hesitate, and when he rolled his consciousness, he saw the second and fourth deputy masters of the Tianhun Sect, a Jindan early stage, a In the middle stage of Jindan, the eyes of these two monks darkened, and then, like puppets, they rushed up without hesitation and blocked Feng Wusheng.

Then, it blew itself up directly, and the magic weapon, soul, and body all turned into terrifying destructive energy, rushing towards Yuan Shun.

The two deputy sect masters had been unknowingly planted in Feng Wusheng's soul and restrained them. At this moment, when life and death are at stake, he can't let him keep his hand.

Just in time.

In the void, the alchemy furnace sucked in the middle, and these two Jindan stage monks who were self-destructing were collected into the alchemy furnace.

dong dong dong.

Its self-detonation turned into a continuous dull sound in the pill furnace.

And Feng Wusheng, taking advantage of this short time, has already escaped several thousand meters, and even, I don't know what kind of secret technique he has inspired, his speed has increased again, and wherever his body passes, There is the sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

Yuan Shun did not chase after him, but looked around for the first time.

At this moment, Xuandanzong is already a different scene. There are nine inner peaks, which are still intact, and more than 100 outer peaks. Four of them were sunk, one was tilted, three were destroyed by magical artifacts, one was cracked, or For the hell of fire, or for the rampage of ghosts, or for the destruction of the sea of ​​blood.

And Xuandanzong monks suffered heavy casualties.

Among the people hanging in the sky, there is only one Golden Core stage monk, Zhuge Wuyou, and there are even a few scattered people.

After scanning around, he already knew the details, and his face darkened.

"You all deserve to die."

Yuan Shun, who always had a gentle face, couldn't help but show a monstrous anger at this moment.

The alchemy furnace suspended in mid-air seemed to sense the master's anger, and opened it suddenly. Xuanyuan Liuding's divine fire had already tilted out. Wherever this divine fire passed, all monks, flesh bodies, divine souls, magic weapons, and even magic weapons , all ablation.

"It's Yuan Shun."

"Too bad, he has broken through to become a Nascent Soul."

"Run away, damn it, didn't you say he was seriously injured?"

"Ruined."

"Run, run, run..."

At this time, the monks in the sky finally recovered from the shocking scene just now.

Jiang Yichuan, the suzerain of the Blood God Sect, was suppressed to death, the suzerain of the Tianhun Sect escaped, and the second and fourth deputy suzerain of the Tianhun Sect blew himself up to death.

This turning point happened so fast that the Foundation Establishment Stage except for the Golden Core stage monks were completely taken aback. At this moment, when they came back to their senses, their hairs exploded, and they had already fled desperately.

However, it didn't work.

Under the catastrophe, the power of the Taishang Xuanyuan Bagua Furnace, which has transformed into a half-step spiritual treasure, is beyond the imagination of the ordinary foundation-building stage. Even more than a dozen Jindan stage monks have more than half of the monks in an instant. Involved in the fire.

In less than ten breaths, there were no more invading enemies in the sky, only seven Jindan stage monks and a small number of foundation builders in the outermost circle escaped.

Yuan Shun waved lightly, holding the alchemy furnace in his hand, the purple alchemy furnace, Yuan Shun standing in the void, at this moment, became the focus of the entire Xuan Dan sect.

Then, he stepped forward, chasing and killing him.

In the back mountain, Han Yi, who had stepped into the forest, also saw this scene.

There is only one emotion in his mood.

ecstasy.

Xuan Danzong doesn't need to be destroyed, he doesn't need to be reduced to a casual cultivator, and he doesn't have to worry about being hunted down by Blood God Sect and Tianhun Sect. This is the reason for ecstasy.

He walked out of the forest, his eyes fell on the chaos of the inner and outer peaks, without stopping, he flew with his sword and rushed to the inner peak.

now.

On the inner and outer peaks of Xuandanzong, the fighting during the Qi training period is still going on, it is not accurate to say that the fighting is, it should be said that the invading monks are trying to escape, and the disciples of Xuandanzong are biting each other.

Joining Han Yi Yujian is like a wolf joining a herd of sheep. Under Qingping's sword, there is no single enemy. Even a legendary Qi practitioner was defeated by him.

At this moment, there is no rule that no one is allowed to attack during the Qi training period during the foundation building period, and the sect is almost destroyed, so it is still manageable, and after a moment of hesitation, many disciples of the Xuandan sect were killed.

In an instant, murderous aura filled the sky, chasing, escaping, and killing, one after another, from inside the Xuandan Sect, to outside the Xuandan Sect, and all the way to the Five Great Immortal Cities.

Han Yi didn't chase down the mountain, and when he reached the foot of Xuandan Mountain, he returned to the sect with his sword.

Suspending in the sky, looking at Xuan Danzong at this moment, his anger was still unquenchable, and he sighed after a long time.

"This is the misfortune of Xuan Danzong, but it is the luck of misfortune."

now.

Yuan Shun also returned. He chased and killed several Golden Core cultivators who had fled just now. Now that he returned, a few more fires of karma were added to the Taishang Xuanyuan Eight Diagrams Furnace.

Seeing Han Yi, he nodded to Han Yi, fell back into Xuandan Peak without saying a word.

Han Yi returned a salute, raised his head, and saw Yuan Shun who had fallen into Xuandan Peak, but his expression froze.

There was something wrong with Yuan Shun's expression just now.

This is not what he can see by using the qi-watching technique. At Yuan Shun's level, even using the qi-watching technique is futile. This is purely his intuition.

Could it be that even Yuan Shun was injured when he chased and went out just now?
Not without this possibility, although Yuan Shun was promoted to Nascent Soul, but he was also a newcomer to Nascent Soul, and after surviving the catastrophe, he killed many Golden Core Stages, and there may be some kind of price that he doesn't know.

Han Yi levitated in the void, and then swept across the devastated Xuandanzong. He did not relax at all, but added a new sense of urgency.

Seeing that the war was over, and the next post-war affairs must be cumbersome, Han Yi simply flew down Qinglong Peak and returned to the courtyard.

Fortunately, the courtyard was not destroyed. However, the formation that came with the courtyard could no longer be used because the Zhoutian Profound Handle formation was destroyed.

Han Yi set up his formation and stepped into the quiet room.

Then, there was a sense of exhaustion, not physically, but mentally.

(End of this chapter)