Invincible in the Universe: Work hard to master the skills, become a flying knife god

The team from Huangfeng Valley marched towards the Blood Forbidden Land in a mighty manner.

The disciples who took part in the forbidden land trip this time can truly be described as strong in men and strong in horses, and elite in every way.

There are as many as five or six disciples who have reached the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. Each of them has a strong aura and a gaze as sharp as lightning. They are obviously the best in Huangfeng Valley.

Most of the remaining disciples were at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and "Junior Sister Chen" was at the middle level of the twelfth level. She was wearing a light yellow dress, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a cold and gentle temperament. She was obviously a celebrity in the Yellow Maple Valley.

As for the eleventh level Qi Refining disciples, there were only three of them. In addition to Han Li, there was a white-haired old man and a young boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Although the old man was old, he had a sharp gaze and was obviously experienced; while the young boy had a childish face, but there was a determination in his eyes.

Qin Shuang stood in the team, his eyes swept over everyone, and he thought to himself: "The disciples sent by Huangfeng Valley this time are indeed elite. It seems that the competition in the Blood Forbidden Land will be extremely fierce."

At this time, Elder Li Huayuan, riding a giant python flying magic weapon, brought more than 30 disciples including Qin Shuang and Han Li to the nameless barren mountain.

Above the barren mountain, a blood-red fog filled the air, like a giant mouth, waiting to devour anyone who entered.

Li Huayuan stopped the giant python and said calmly: "We still have to wait for the disciples from other sects to enter together. You nephews can move freely."

All the disciples responded in unison, and then jumped off the giant python one after another. Some of them meditated on the spot to recuperate, while a few others went out for a stroll.

Han Li sat three feet away, practicing silently.

Chen Qiaoqian was sitting ten feet away, and her eyes involuntarily fell on Qin Shuang.

Qin Shuang was dressed in white and had a calm expression. He was not conspicuous among the crowd, but Chen Qiaoqian always felt that he had a unique temperament.

That kind of temperament seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and is unfathomable.

"The Lord of the God of War...why would he also participate in the Blood Forbidden Land Trial in the Qi Refining Period?" Chen Qiaoqian pondered in her heart, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

She remembered that in the God of War illusion, Qin Shuang once told her that he would come to her world and become her supporter.

Now, Qin Shuang really appeared in Huangfeng Valley, and even participated in the trial of the Blood Forbidden Land with her.

"Could it be... he did it for me?" Chen Qiaoqian felt a sudden warmth in her heart and a blush appeared on her face unconsciously.

She recalled Qin Shuang's power and mystery in the God of War illusion, and her awe and curiosity towards him grew even stronger.

She knew that Qin Shuang's strength far exceeded that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, and even the Foundation Establishment cultivators might not be his match.

Why would such a person condescend to participate in the trial of the Qi Refining Period?

"Maybe, he really did it for me..." Chen Qiaoqian guessed secretly in her heart, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

She raised her head and glanced at Qin Shuang secretly, only to find that Qin Shuang was looking deeply into the bloody mist in the distance, as if thinking about something. His profile was clearly defined, and his eyebrows were somewhat cold, yet gentle.

At the entrance to the Blood Forbidden Land, the disciples of the Huangfeng Valley were on high alert, waiting for the forbidden land to open.

At this moment, a clear sound suddenly came from the sky, as pleasant as heavenly music.

Everyone looked up and saw a flawless white rainbow bridge descending from the sky. There were dots of silver light on the bridge, like a river of stars, dazzling and eye-catching.

On the Rainbow Bridge, an old man wearing a Taoist robe, holding a whisk and with a Taoist bun on his head came floating over. He was the elder of Qingxu Sect - Fuyunzi.

"Fuyunzi, you, an old Taoist priest, have arrived just in time." Li Huayuan stood on the giant python and spoke lightly with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Fu Yunzi smiled slightly, waved his whisk and said, "Daoist friend Li, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still as elegant as ever."

Li Huayuan snorted coldly and said, "Don't try to play tricks on me. I'm afraid you didn't come here just to send your disciples into the forbidden area, did you?"

Fu Yunzi laughed and said, "Daoyou Li is indeed a man of great insight. I came here this time to make a bet with you."

"Oh?" Li Huayuan raised his eyebrows, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "What bet?"

Fu Yunzi waved his whisk and said calmly, "Let's bet on which sect's disciples gained the most during this trip to the forbidden land. My bet is the inner elixir of the level 5 demon beast Bloodline Dragon. If you win, the inner elixir of this level 20 demon beast is yours. If you lose, how about you spend years to help me refine two pieces of iron essence?"

Li Huayuan's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this. The inner elixir of the fifth-level demon beast Bloodline Dragon is an extremely rare treasure, and even a golden elixir cultivator would find it difficult to obtain it.

His Silver-Horned Python is currently at the middle stage of foundation building. If it swallows this inner elixir, it will definitely become a monster comparable to the late stage of foundation building!
"Okay." Li Huayuan thought for a moment and nodded.

If his silver-horned python could take the inner elixir, its strength would definitely increase greatly and it would become a good helper in his battles.

Fu Yunzi nodded and smiled, "Daoyou Li is really straightforward. It's settled."

Just as the two men came to an agreement, a lazy voice suddenly came from a distance: "My two Taoist friends, how can we bet without Old Monster Qiong?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man wearing a blue shirt with several puddings on it and several inches of short hair walking slowly towards them.

He had a washed-out blue cloth bag tucked around his waist, and his face was covered in a large area of ​​grease and black, so his true appearance couldn't be seen.

"Old Monster Qiong?" Li Huayuan and Fu Yunzi frowned at the same time, obviously surprised by the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Old Monster Qiong walked up to the two of them, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Although the bet you two Taoist friends made is good, it's a bit too petty. Why don't you let me join in the fun?"

Fu Yunzi said calmly, "How do you want to bet, Fellow Daoist Qiong?"

Old Monster Qiong chuckled and said, "My request is very simple. I want to bet whether the total amount of herbs picked by the disciples of Qingxu Sect and Huangfeng Valley in the forbidden area can exceed that of Yanyue Sect. As for the bet..."

As he spoke, he took out three talismans from a green cloth bag. The talismans had seven-colored needles painted on them, emitting a faint glow and terrifying spiritual energy.

"These three seven-colored needle talismans are my bet." Old Monster Qiong said with a smile.

Li Huayuan and Fu Yunzi looked at each other, and a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes. The seven-colored needle talisman was the unique magic weapon of the old monster Qiong, and it was extremely powerful, and the Jindan cultivators could not dodge it at all.

"Okay, since Fellow Daoist Qiong is interested, let's gamble together." A hint of greed flashed in Li Huayuan's eyes.

Fu Yunzi also nodded and said, "I accept Daoist Fellow Qiong's bet."

Old Monster Qiong laughed and said, "Great! Then let's wait and see which sect's disciples can shine in the forbidden area!"

The bet between the three Jindan elders immediately made the disciples present feel more pressured.

Qin Shuang stood in the crowd, his eyes swept over the three elders, thinking to himself: "It seems that this trip to the forbidden land will not only face the dangers in the forbidden land, but also compete with disciples from other sects. However, with my physical strength, in this forbidden land, as long as I pay attention to Xiang Zhili, other people are basically no match for me."

At this moment, a melodious bell sounded from the horizon, and then a huge jade-carved ship descended from the sky. The outer wall of the ship was painted with dragons and phoenixes in gold foil, which was extremely luxurious. The outside of the ship was also covered with a huge white light cover, which looked mysterious and majestic.

"It's the Tianyue Divine Boat of the Yanyue Sect!" a disciple exclaimed in a low voice.

The Tianyue Divine Ship slowly landed, and a group of Yanyue Sect disciples dressed in white filed out of the ship. Leading the way was a woman in a plain white dress, with picturesque features and a cold temperament. She was the female Jindan cultivator of Yanyue Sect - Nangong Wan.

As time goes by.

Disciples from Huadaowu, Lingshoushan, Jujianmen and other sects also arrived one after another. The disciples of Jujianmen were all men, all dressed in black, with a huge sword as tall as a person without a sheath on their backs. They looked extremely cold and murderous. Their appearance seemed to make the air around them become a little more solemn.

The disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain were wearing colorful and ostentatious clothes, and their bodies were covered with various leather bags and pockets, which faintly had living things moving inside, making people feel creepy. Zhong Wu and Feng Yue from Spirit Beast Mountain were also among them. They looked stern, and it was obvious that they were full of expectations for this trip to the forbidden area.

Disciples from the Huadaowu, Tianque Fort, Qingxu Sect and other sects also showed up and occupied their own areas.

Elder Nishang of the Yanyue Sect looked at everyone with a lightning-like gaze and said calmly, "The Blood Forbidden Land is about to open. Fellow Taoists, are you ready?"

Her voice was cold and majestic, and immediately made the disciples present feel an invisible pressure.

"Now that everyone is here, let's open the forbidden area."

Li Huayuan spoke in a loud voice.

"Time waits for no one. Now that everyone is here, let's start."

Fu Yunzi of Qingxu Sect, Ni Chang of Yanyue Sect, Li Huayuan and other Jindan cultivators attacked at the same time, used their magic weapons, and opened the entrance to the blood-colored forbidden land.

A huge white light appeared above the wasteland.

"The bloody forbidden land has been opened. Disciples, go in!" Li Huayuan announced loudly.

All the disciples responded in unison and then stepped into the bloody forbidden land.

Qin Shuang looked at Han Li, Chen Qiaoqian and others, and then stepped into the forbidden area.

As soon as he entered the bloody forbidden land, Qin Shuang felt a strong bloody smell coming towards him.

The surrounding scenery was completely different from the outside world. The sky was dark red and the earth was barren. Occasionally, a few strange plants could be seen, emitting strange light.

"Is this the bloody forbidden land?"

Qin Shuang muttered to himself, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, his powerful spiritual sense spread out, and a flying knife appeared in his hand.

He found that there was no one else around, only him.

but.

Qin Shuang's vigilance did not decrease.

Because among them are Nangong Wan and the old monster Xiang Zhili. You have to know that he is an old monster in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Although his strength is comparable to that of an early Jindan, he still needs to be cautious.

Inside the bloody forbidden land, the sky was dark red, the earth was barren, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Qin Shuang was walking alone in a desolate grassland. All around him was silent, with only the occasional sound of the wind and the low roar of monsters in the distance breaking the silence.

Suddenly, several cold lights came from the darkness and headed straight for Qin Shuang's vital points!

"A disciple of Huadaowu?" Qin Shuang raised his eyebrows, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He didn't move, but just raised his hand slightly and punched out.

"boom!"

The fist wind was like a dragon, instantly shattering the incoming cold light. Then, Qin Shuang's figure flashed like a ghost and appeared in front of a Huadaowu disciple.

"boom!"

With one punch, the Huadaowu disciple didn't even have time to scream before he was killed by Qin Shuang's punch. His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground, dead.

"What?!" The other Huadaowu disciples were shocked, their eyes filled with fear.

"Run away! This guy is too strong! We can't defeat him!" a disciple shouted and turned around to escape.

However, Qin Shuang was faster.

He flashed and instantly appeared in front of the disciple, punching him.

"boom!"

There was another muffled sound, and the disciple was also killed by Qin Shuang's punch.

The remaining two Huadaowu disciples were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.

Qin Shuang sneered, raised his hand and waved it, and two invisible forces instantly killed the two men.

In just a few breaths, the four Huadaowu disciples who were at the twelfth level of Qi Refining were easily killed by Qin Shuang.

In the distance, on a towering mountain, Nangong Wan, a female cultivator of the Moon-shattering Sect, was watching all this quietly. She was wearing a plain white dress, with picturesque features and a cool temperament, like a fairy from heaven descending to earth.

"This boy... actually has such a strong body?" Nangong Wan's eyes flashed with shock, and she whispered to herself.

She practiced the powerful technique of the Moon-shattering Sect, the Su Nu Samsara Technique, which made her extremely sensitive to the physical body. She could clearly feel that Qin Shuang's physical strength was even comparable to that of some Jindan-stage cultivators!
"A cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage can actually cultivate his body to such a level... What is the origin of this person?" Nangong Wan was secretly shocked and became more interested in Qin Shuang.

She gently raised her hand, and a faint spiritual power condensed at her fingertips, as if she was deducing something. After a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "This person has a mysterious aura that even I can't see through..."

Nangong Wan pondered for a moment, then her figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, Qin Shuang stood beside the four corpses with a calm expression. He raised his hand and put the storage bags of several people into his pocket, then continued to walk deeper into the forbidden area.

"The disciples of Huadaowu are nothing more than this." Qin Shuang muttered to himself with a hint of disdain in his tone.

The bloody forbidden land, on a steep cliff.

Qin Shuang sat cross-legged, holding four storage bags in his hands, which were the spoils of the four Huadaowu disciples he had just killed. He scanned with his spiritual sense, took out the items in the storage bags one by one, and placed them in front of him.

"More than a thousand spirit stones, three top-grade magic weapons, some fifty-year-old spiritual medicines, and more than ten talismans... Not bad!" Qin Shuang muttered to himself, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

He picked up a high-grade magic sword, the blade flashing with cold light, obviously a good treasure. Although it was not very useful to him, he could leave it to the subordinates of Tianxiahui for use.

"These disciples of Huadaowu are quite wealthy." Qin Shuang chuckled with a hint of teasing in his tone.

He put the spirit stones, magic tools and talismans into his storage ring, then picked up a few herbs and looked at them carefully. These herbs exuded a faint spiritual aura, and were obviously good materials for refining pills.

"The Blood Forbidden Land is indeed a treasure land. Just killing a few Tribulation Cultivators will yield such a reward." Qin Shuang sighed in a low voice, "No wonder so many people are willing to take risks. Being a Tribulation Cultivator is so cool."

He put away the herbs, looked around, and thought to himself: "However, these disciples of Huadaowu are just small characters. The real opportunity is still deep in the forbidden area." (End of this chapter)