Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 154
Like a solar flare, the brightness and heat of the Abyssal Fire made it difficult for people not to notice it.

In Fangshi at the foot of the mountain, after the formation was disturbed, the monks in it, above the foundation establishment stage, raised their weapons and flew into the air, while the disciples in the Qi training stage scattered for their lives like birds and beasts.

but.

High in the sky, the three-legged golden tripod, which has swelled to ten meters, has poured down mysterious flames. It seems to be slow, but in fact, it is extremely fast.

In the next moment when the formation was turbulent, the torrent had already landed on the square market.

In an instant, the screams were intense and short. On the ground, only a few monks who were at the peak of Qi training who were good at speed survived. The others were all destroyed in the torrent of liquid flames.

And in mid-air, there were three foundation-builders, who were covered by the deep flames as soon as they took off. They didn't care at first, and used spells to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

However, it was found that once it was touched, no matter what kind of spells it used, it couldn't extinguish this kind of flame.

The physical body, spirit, and soul burned together, and within a short breath, they were reduced to ashes, and even the magic tools and treasures under their feet were burned to ashes in this strange flame.

Those falling flames spread even more and spread out into one piece. Looking from a distance, it was like a hell of flames that would never go out, making one's heart chill.

Han Yi couldn't help taking a few steps back, not only him, but also the other Xuandan sect monks whose imperial weapons were vacated.

"No, it's Huo Ming from the Xuan Dan Sect."

"Damn."

"kill!!"

The first two sentences are the exclamation of the monks flying up from the square city, and the last sentence of 'kill' is Huo Ming's heavy shout.

He lightly pinched his fingers, and the Yuanhuo that fell to the ground had already rolled back and turned into a crimson waterfall in the void. With a swipe, it rushed towards the only thing that rose into the sky in the square city. A golden core stage monk.

That cultivator was obviously very afraid of Yuan Huo, he kept moving his position, and sacrificed a magic weapon at the same time, fighting with Huo Ming.

"You don't need to keep your hands, just make a quick decision and kill them all."

An elder from the Xuandan Sect gave a soft shout, and Han Yi recognized that this elder was a late-stage foundation-building cultivator from Qinglong Peak, named Shen Ping, who was ranked ninth on the ground list.

As for the other foundation-building stage monks who rushed out of the square city, their murderous aura also skyrocketed, and their magical weapons flew out of the sky, attacking and killing them.

In an instant, the sky above this destroyed city was filled with melee, and the melee spread from the sky to the ground.

Rumble.

Psychic energy erupted, and the sky was in chaos.

This is not the first time that Han Yi has fought with monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Outside Huainan City in Luofeng County, he and Gu Zhijing had a brief confrontation. However, at that time, he was only a beginner in Qi training, and Gu Zhijing had It is a decayed foundation, which is a special case.

But now, what Han Yi was facing was the foundation-building stage monks whose combat power remained at its peak. Naturally, Gu Zhijing couldn't compare with the foundation-building stage monks of the Heavenly Soul Sect or the Blood God Sect.

But Han Yi is no longer the Han Yi he used to be.

Stepping into Foundation Establishment and building a first-class Immortal Foundation, the spiritual sea is vast, a full 88 times, and the surge in mana makes the skills that Han Yi can display also show a new attitude.

For the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, choosing an opponent has become an instinct.

Gu Yu, who had been standing in front of Han Yi, was already fighting with a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

An old monk saw Han Yi, his eyes shone with silver brilliance, and the brilliance reflected joy.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, he had already rushed towards Han Yi. In his opinion, Han Yi's aura was also in the early stage of foundation establishment, and it was the kind of monk who had just stepped into the foundation establishment stage and his breath was unstable.

This kind of monk, whose fighting skills are still at the level of Qi training, is guaranteed to be violently killed when he encounters the experienced foundation-building stage, and this old monk, although also belonging to the early stage of foundation-building, is experienced and experienced, and he can live for a long time. Advantage.

The ultimate magic weapon of the old man Jianji is a silver ruler. He threw the ruler upwards, and the ruler swelled and turned into a giant ruler ten feet long. A silver light curtain appeared on the giant ruler. With a swipe, it moved towards Han Yi lays down immediately.

The giant ruler rubbed against the air, and a huge sonic boom erupted. The edge of the giant ruler carried an illusory halo. Although the halo was beautiful, it was deadly enough.

If it's just an ordinary monk who has just been promoted to the Foundation Establishment Stage, his soul will be locked in by the majesty of the giant ruler immediately, and he will tremble endlessly.

However, Han Yi is obviously not here.

Peng.

The giant ruler collapsed the void and hit the ground directly, shaking endlessly.

"Huh?" The old monk let out a light snort, his body had already fallen down, and he waved his hand lightly, the giant ruler shrunk and fell into his hands.

Just now the giant ruler obviously didn't hit the opponent. He looked up and saw a young monk, compared with the previous moment, moving sideways for about ten meters. It was his sideways movement in this moment just now, avoiding His drop.

"The speed is not slow." The old monk sneered, but his heart was already trembling.

Being able to live for a long time, with rich experience, but also cherish life, naturally be more vigilant against certain dangers, and never blindly think that if you live a long time, you will be stronger.

midair.

When Han Yi avoided the pressure from the giant ruler, he had already landed on the ground. Although his face was serious, he showed no fear.

Although the old monk in front of him was stronger than Gu Zhijing, he was still not strong enough. In Han Yi's mind, he was not good enough.

However, as the first enemy he faced during his promotion to the Foundation Establishment period, Han Yi would naturally not be careless. He had also encountered many careless monks, and the graves of those monks were now several feet high.

"kill!"

No more nonsense, Han Yi let out a light drink, and with two fingers together, the Qingping sword was rushed out, breaking through the sound barrier in an instant, and when the sound exploded, the light of the green and black sword had already reached the body of the old monk forward.

"what?"

The old monk was startled.

Fast, fast, amazingly fast, he thought that after the opponent landed, he would need to adjust before making a move, because even he couldn't be so easy, so he simply completed the move by accumulating energy.

And, more importantly, this move was too fast.

Ninety percent of a sword cultivator's power comes from the sword, and seventy percent of the sword's power comes from its speed.

One quick solution.

Although he was shocked, the old monk did not panic due to his rich experience. He swiped the giant ruler in his hand sideways, and the huge shadow of the ruler condensed into a solid body, and he wanted to wipe out this sword light, and then pressed forward , beat the opponent into powder.

next moment.

puff.

The slight tearing sound of chopsticks piercing through the paper suddenly sounded. This tearing sound was not violent, but it surprised the old monk who was sweeping with a giant ruler in his hand.

A fatal crisis came to his mind, he just rolled on the spot without even thinking about it, this move, although embarrassing, was extremely useful.

Chill.

A flash of sword light flashed across his arm, bringing up a cluster of blood flowers, and the old monk who rolled on the spot was already terrified. At the position, the bluish-black sword light has turned back and pierced through.

The sword light turned back, and there was no energy left.

Han Yi, who was tens of meters away, was really surprised this time.

This old fellow had such a keen sense of danger. Han Yi had never met such a monk in his previous encounters with enemies.

While feeling awe-inspiring in his heart, the second sword was already glowing with silvery white light, chasing after the fleeing old monk.

Qingquan Sword.

With the achievement of the first-class immortal foundation and the cohesion of the first heaven of the nine-fold soul tower, Han Yi's spirit is unprecedentedly powerful.

He has tried it before, and he can use up to four top-grade magic weapons without difficulty. Of course, the best state is three top-grade magic weapons, so that he can exert the strongest power.

The old monk, after a pounce, ran forward. When he was running, he glanced at the side and rear, and saw a silvery white, which was close to him, and there was a clear gurgling sound of spring water in his ear.

With a wave of his right hand while running wildly, a piece of black cloth has swished, covering Qingquan sword.

Stab it! !
The silvery white light flashed by, and the black cloth was split into two pieces.

"So strong?" This time, the old monk exclaimed in despair.

The black cloth just now was his second top-grade magic weapon, and it was also a defensive magic weapon. In the early stage of foundation establishment, it was absolutely not so easy, so he directly divided one into two.

This guy, who has just built a foundation, is a proper killing god.

The old monk, with a stern look in his eyes, threw himself to the side, holding the giant ruler pierced by the Qingping sword, and began to swell, a destructive aura crazily climbed from the giant ruler.

Han Yi's heart trembled, the old guy was in a hurry, he was going to blow up his magic weapon and die together.

The Qingquan sword pointed upwards and climbed rapidly, trying to avoid the self-explosion of its top-grade magic weapon.

next moment.

That destructive aura suddenly disappeared, and the old monk had already rushed 300 meters away. The aura just now was just a cover-up, and this cover-up was specially designed by him to deceive other monks of the same level of.

Han Yi, who was standing there, had his eyelids twitch.

Twice.

This old cultivator gave him such a big surprise in his first battle after entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, moreover, twice.

No wonder he can live so long, he is cautious enough and cunning enough.

The distance was too far, so Han Yi didn't want to have any accidents, so he took back the two top-quality swords, stepped on the Qingquan sword, and carried the Qingping sword on his back, soaring into the air.

Because he saw, one kilometer away, Gu Yu fell from mid-air, bleeding.

The sea of ​​fiery red clouds in front of him has been torn apart, and what tore the sea of ​​clouds was a huge saber energy.

The sword qi is blood-colored, fierce and vast, and around the sword qi, a sea of ​​blood is reflected. In the sea of ​​blood, there are many blood-colored monsters floating and sinking, annihilated, reborn, and reincarnated endlessly.

With a roll of Han Yi's spiritual consciousness, he rescued Gu Yu.

"Han Yi run away." Gu Yu's face was stern, and there was a determination to die in his eyes.

All Xuan Dan sect monks, before joining this fight, had already made preparations for the sect's death, and Gu Yu was no exception.

If you can kill one, it's one, if you can't kill it, I will drag you to die together.

With a flash of silvery white light, it collided with the huge saber light in midair.

Peng! !

The light of the knife shattered, and the fantasy of the sea of ​​blood that came with it disappeared instantly. A monk appeared behind the sea of ​​blood.

This cultivator also looks like a young man with a calm face. He holds a blood-colored long knife in his hand. The blade is only one inch long. Apart from the blood-colored body, there is no decoration.

Looking from a distance, the young man landed on Han Yi, showing a touch of interest.

"Sword repair."

"A newly promoted monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage of the Xuandan Sect?"

"interesting."

"I remember that there was a newly promoted monk in the foundation period who drew his sword at me. However, that monk couldn't withstand my three swords. I hope you can give me some surprises."

This cultivator happened to see Han Yi's shot from below just now. The aura on Han Yi's body, in the eyes of all the foundation-building stage cultivators, could tell at a glance that he had just been promoted.

"Don't ask?"

Han Yi frowned.

Han Yi naturally thought of a name for beheading the Xuandanzong monk with three swords, don't ask.

Many years ago, the wandering witch of the Xuandan Sect, in Taibai County, in the Zhanlong Temple, pointed at Mo Wen with the sword, and was cut by the sword repairer Mo Wen. Three swords, the body fell, the soul scattered, the sword shattered, and the handle shattered The Huo Ni Sword was still retrieved by Zhuge Wuyou, the Supreme Elder, and placed in the sect.

"Oh, you've heard of me, so you should know what happened to the swordsman who challenged me."

"Come on, give me a little surprise."

Mo Wen licked his lips, showing a hint of madness.

As soon as the words fell, the blood knife in his hand had already been chopped down, and the huge knife light emitted a monstrous sea of ​​blood, crushing it.

Gu Yu held back his seriously injured body and frantically squeezed his mana. The broken sea of ​​fiery red clouds re-condensed and pushed forward, and there was a loud crashing sound.

Under this knife, Gu Yu was seriously injured. He struggled to get up, and was unable to fight any more. The sea of ​​clouds that had been torn apart began to roll, obviously wanting to explode himself, trying to die with Mo Wen.

"Brother Gu, wait a minute."

Seeing such a situation, even if it is Gu Yu's self-destruct magic weapon, it should not be able to pose a threat to Mo Wen.

Han Yi had no choice but to take a step forward, feeling solemn in his heart.

The opponent is strong.

In the pale golden eyes, Mo Wen's aura merged with the looming sea of ​​blood behind him.

This is a god of killing who came out of the sea of ​​blood.

Although it was only in the early stage of foundation establishment, in terms of realm, he was the same as Gu Yu, Han Yi and others, but in terms of aura, he was better than them.

At the beginning, You Wu set foot in the foundation-building stage. In just a few years, he was already a strong man in the early stage of foundation-building. Then, in Taibai County's Zhanlong Temple, he died with three swords.

It can be seen that Mo Wen is by no means a stepping stone for someone to jump over the steps and kill him.

With a flash of Han Yi's figure, he was already in front of Gu Yu. Then, without saying a word, he stretched out his hand, and pressed it in the air, and a little spiritual light burst out from his fingertips.

Lingxu finger.

With a flash of inspiration, he had already crossed tens of meters, shining in front of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen's face remained unchanged, and with a light slap of the long knife, Han Yi's spirit finger was about to be slapped away.

However, with the cultivation base of the foundation building stage, the magic power compressed by using the Lingxu finger is far stronger than that of the Qi training stage, both in terms of quality and quantity.

Peng.

The aura exploded, and the long knife paused slightly. In the sea of ​​blood reflected around the blood knife, a monster suddenly exploded, sank into the sea of ​​blood, and never climbed out again.

Mo Wen shook his head. These spells are somewhat effective against other early stages of foundation establishment, but they are not enough to deal with themselves.

However, in the next moment, his eyes twitched.

In front of his eyes, the sky was full of spiritual light, covering the sky and covering the earth. At first glance, he thought it was a plague of locusts.

"interesting."

There was a smile on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, and the blood knife in his hand had already been slashed down. Although this knife is only a top-grade magic weapon, it is the most top-notch magic weapon.

There is also a gap between the best magic weapon and the best magic weapon.

Generally, the top-grade instruments used in legendary Qi training are the most common top-grade instruments, and the top-grade instruments used in the early stage of foundation establishment are relatively strong top-grade instruments, and the top-grade instruments used in the middle stage of foundation establishment are The top-notch magic weapon, as for the strong in the late stage of foundation establishment, there are a few who already have a magic weapon, just like Huo Ming, who already possessed the magic weapon of Yuan Huoding in his late stage of foundation establishment.

Mo Wen's blood knife has an extraordinary origin, even against monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment, it can fight by leapfrogging.

The blood knife slashed down, and the terrifying sea of ​​knife energy and blood collided with the aura that filled the sky.

In the spiritual light, an ultimate golden light bloomed, and the spiritual light was like a shuttle, and in an instant, it was within ten meters of Mo Wen.

However, Mo Wen didn't feel flustered, instead a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"No, not enough, far from enough."

The long knife in his hand flew into the air for the first time, like a blood-colored swimming dragon. The dragon's head was raised high, and it spit out a mouthful of blood-colored dragon's breath. The tip of the dragon's breath was the tip of the knife.

boom! !

The golden light that bloomed was instantly extinguished.

Jin Guangsuo was hacked away by the blood knife, Han Yiru was hit hard, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

"Weak, too weak."

Mo Wen shook his head, his eyes showed regret, looking at Han Yi, it was like looking at a dead person.

With a flash of his arm, Tenglong's blood knife slashed down at an extremely fast speed, like a meteorite falling to the ground, and even the sound of the sonic boom was thrown behind the knife.

Just now.

In the still-extinguished Lingxu finger storm, the two sword lights complement each other, interweaving and climbing up, like a trapped dragon ascending to the sky, it is truly amazing.

One is green and black, the other is silver and white.

Regardless of whether it's blue-black or silver-white, these two sword lights are all glowing with fiery reddish light, and the tail of the sword drags a gorgeous red light, like two comets heading straight into the sky.

call out! !

A flash of surprise flashed across Mo Wen's eyes. He thought that the golden light shuttle just now was Han Yi's only means. After all, it is extremely rare for a monk who has just stepped into the foundation establishment period to be able to hold a top-grade magic weapon.

But he didn't expect Han Yi to have three top-quality magic weapons, one golden light shuttle, and two sword weapons.

This touch of surprise was the only surprise in his eyes after defeating Gu Yu.

"interesting."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, the blood knife had fallen, and collided with the two climbing sword lights.

The void shook, and then, at the center of the collision of one knife and two swords, a spiritual energy storm began to sweep outward.

Crash.

The air was violent for a while, Han Yibang retreated more than 20 meters, reached Gu Yu's side, took him back and retreated, and retreated for 50 meters before stopping.

Simultaneously.

call out.

In the berserk psychic power, the two swords had been sent flying back, and Han Yi drew them back with his divine sense.

One is black and the other is silver, floating above Han Yi's head.

Green and black as usual, silver and white with traces.

(End of this chapter)