Dust scattered.

Han Yi cautiously walked among the fragments of the Holy Land that had just fallen, and the caution in his heart was even stronger than that of facing the ambush of the three Jindan monks before.

It is rumored that tens of thousands of years ago, long before Daqian ruled this region, the Yuanlao Holy Land was a more powerful holy land than Yujing Mountain and Wanxinghai.

However, because it is powerful, it is fearless, and this holy place, for some reason, offended a powerful monk.

The name of the monk, the origin, is no longer searchable.

According to some records handed down from that era, it is only known that within one day, the entire Yuanlao Holy Land was razed to the ground, and even all the monks in the Holy Land disappeared without a trace.

Countless monks, who came here to investigate, came and went, walked and came, and had the power to transform into gods, and came to investigate in person, all of them had solemn faces, were afraid, and left without saying a word.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

In the sky above the holy land that turned into a flat ground, there was a sudden spiritual light spilling, and the spatial crack appeared for the first time, and the fragment of the first holy land fell from the crack, which shocked the immortal cultivation world for a while, attracting countless monks to hunt for treasures

In the next thousand years, one after another, fragments fell to form the current Yuanlao Mountain Range.

Han Yi, who was walking, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw an open palace.

In the fragments of the Holy Land, there are also formation prohibitions, many formations, which require powerful monks to break, these formations, for Han Yi, can be tried with the Demon Dagger.

And if it is an open palace, there may be no formation.

But Han Yi was still cautious, the seven-star Kunwu sword hung above his head, holding the demon dagger, Han Yi approached the palace, opened the way with the seven-star Kunwu sword, and tentatively shuttled ten meters in front of him, if there was a formation, he would be the first to touch, leaving Han Yi time to react.

But.

As he thought, this open palace really had no formation prohibition.

A moment later.

Han Yi walked out of the palace, his eyes beating with surprise.

In this palace, although there are not many treasures, there are no magic weapon-level weapons, but there are more than a dozen bottles of elixir, and some first-order and second-order spirit runes, in addition, there are many jade butterflies, Han Yi didn't have time to check more, so they were all included in the Qiankun Ring.

But.

What made Han Yi feel strange was that he didn't find a spirit stone, not even a low-grade spirit stone, and he didn't see the monk's corpse.

This situation is more weird, which makes him happy at the same time, but also faintly uneasy, and even more vigilant.

Walking out of the palace, Han Yi continued to retreat deeper into the fallen debris.

This time, there was no open palace, but with the seven-star Kunwu sword to test and the demon dagger to break the ban, Han Yi broke through three palaces one after another, sneaked into them, and obtained countless elixirs, spirit runes, magic weapons, array plates, jade butterflies, and books of unknown material.

These harvests made Han Yi's heart happy, no wonder so many people gathered in the Yuanlao Mountain Range, waiting for a day when a fragment of the Holy Land suddenly fell, so that he could be the first fisherman and dig the first gold.

With ecstasy, his figure flickered, and he slashed open the fifth palace with the Demon Dagger, but suddenly, a spiritual energy rushed and blasted him out in an instant.

However, this spiritual energy did not last, it was only a one-time thing, and its original intention was not to hurt people, but only to force people back.

"It's dangerous."

Han Yi's face changed.

However, after the spiritual energy that lifted itself away dissipated, the formation that enveloped this palace directly dissipated.

Han Yi used the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword, pushed open the gate of the palace, and then slowly walked in.

This palace is already in a relatively inward position.

The palace is not small, larger than the four palaces I have visited before.

The size of the palace, to a certain extent, means the status of the monks who once lived in it, and indirectly indicates the strength of the treasures that may be in it.

Han Yi walked cautiously in this palace, but the place he passed was clean and clean, and there was not a single treasure that made him puzzled.

All the way to the deepest part of the palace, there are three closed quiet rooms, located at the end of the palace depths.

Han Yi controlled the Seven Star Kunwu Sword and slowly pushed open the door of the first quiet room, the room was empty, only a little furniture, and nothing else.

Then, in the same way, he pushed open the second door and got the same result.

After pushing open the third door, Han Yi's eyes flashed in horror, he was already in control of the Seven Star Kunwu Sword, and it shot straight out, and at the same time, a sense of horror appeared on his face.

For at the doorway, which he had pushed open, a monk was sitting cross-legged on a futon facing the doorway.

This was not what frightened Han Yi, what frightened him was that the monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes in the next moment he pushed the door.

A pair of silver eyes looked straight at Han Yi.

This is not the outside world.

This is a fragment of the Yuanlao Holy Land, separated by tens of thousands of years, even if there are monks, they will have died a long time ago, and they can still open their eyes.

Hell, Han Yi's sword was purely frightened, an instinctive attack.

But.

To his surprise, the monk who was sitting on the plate only opened his eyes, but did not make any other movements, and the seven-star Kunwu sword slammed into his body, directly blasting his body out, hitting the wall, and collapsing the quiet room.

The Seven-Star Kunwu Sword was also shocked back, Han Yi beckoned it back to his body, and saw this inferior magic weapon rewarded by the emperor, and the tip of the sword was actually folded to the side, which was a change in the physical structure caused by hitting something very hard.

Han Yi's face was shocked.

How terrifying must that monk's body be to be able to bend even the seven-star Kunwu sword with just a countershock.

But.

At the same time as blasting out this sword, Han Yi was already frantically retreating, and the sword weapon that was shocked back was also horizontal in front of him, and if it was wrong, he was going to run away.

The scene just now really made him too frightened.

The corpse of the monk in the fragments of the palace that was tens of thousands of years old actually opened his eyes, hell.

But.

What puzzled him was that the corpse that collapsed the quiet room didn't stand up again, as if it had really completely turned into a corpse, and the scene of suddenly opening his eyes just now was his own delusion?

No.

At the peak of foundation building, it is absolutely impossible to have an illusion, and Han Yi still has this confidence.

He suddenly pointed out, and spiritual light burst out from his fingertips, and the spiritual void finger that had not been used for a long time served as a temptation at this moment.

The aura fell on the corpse that was half-buried by the sand and gravel, and directly blew the sand and gravel away, and the corpse was still motionless, without a trace of movement or breath.

Han Yi's mind moved, and his divine consciousness poured out, landing on the corpse lying on the ground, ready to drag it out with his divine sense.

only to find that his consciousness sank suddenly.

Heavy, heavy, motionless heavy.

His divine sense exerted his strength, but this corpse still did not change in the slightest, and even the corpse's arm could not be moved.

Even the corpse is so heavy, in front of this monk, is it a demi-immortal who is more powerful than the power of the god?

The horror on Han Yi's face was even worse, but along with the shock, there was also a touch of ecstasy.

The power of the gods, even if the things on the body are dead, a little leakage is enough to make yourself rich overnight.

No matter how bad it is.

This corpse is an excellent immortal fate.

Han Yi tried a few more times in other ways, but the corpse still didn't move or be abnormal, so he became a little bolder, cautiously stepped forward, and used the seven-star Kunwu sword to pry the monk over, and it took half a minute to turn the corpse over with difficulty.

What caught my eye was a relatively delicate face, with soft facial features, looking like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

But.

He struck the corpse with the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword, but it made a crisp metallic sound, as if there was some kind of special metal under this skin.

Thinking of the corpse just now when he opened his eyes, but he no longer moved at this moment, and the corpse was so heavy that he couldn't speak, Han Yi suddenly had a bold conjecture.

This monk is not a man.

Many years ago, he experienced an assessment of the Lord of the Immortal Mansion in the cave mansion of the mysterious place, and at that time, the way of the assessment was to let him defeat a puppet, the Yellow Turban Immortal.

Judging from the situation just now, the corpse in front of him should be a heavenly creation similar to the Yellow Turban Immortal.

The sudden action of opening his eyes just now exhausted the last energy of this heavenly creation, and it became motionless.

This explanation is the most reasonable.

This is not the time to explore these, Han Yi didn't think about it anymore, his divine consciousness surged out, and he was ready to include this corpse in the Qiankun Ring, but the first time was unsuccessful, he tried three times, and most of his soul power was consumed before finally temporarily putting this corpse into the Qiankun Ring.

Taking out the jade bottle and pouring out the soul pill to take, Han Yi thought about it, the harvest of this trip was already huge, and it was time to stop.

Just as he was about to turn away.

The Qingping sword behind him suddenly vibrated slightly, this vibration was not large, but it revealed a longing, and this desire was directional.

North.

To the north, there was something that aroused the desire for this sword weapon and made him shake.

Han Yi's heart moved.

This superb sword weapon has a secret, Han Yi has long known it, and at the beginning, he only chose to buy it because of the name of this sword weapon.

Afterward.

After he broke through the foundation and was chased and killed by Yuan Changtian, Han Yi frantically detonated all the magic weapons on his body, and finally when he detonated the Qingping Sword, he sensed a sense of resistance.

That resistance made this sword weapon not explode, but pierced through Yuan Changtian's eyebrows, ending that difficult battle to the death.

Generally speaking, below the top-grade magic weapon, there are few spiritual prototypes, of course, except for the spirit sword exclusive to the sword immortal.

The reason why the sword immortal is known as the first to kill is seventy percent is above the spirit sword.

Under normal circumstances, below the high-grade magic weapon, there is no spiritual rudiment.

But Qingping's resistance made Han Yi feel that this sword weapon was very likely to give birth to a spiritual prototype, and a spiritual prototype was born with a superb magic weapon, and this sword weapon was not a small secret.

That's why he has always carried it, even if he bought the Lei Ze Sword and the Fengling Sword, which are more powerful than the Qingping Sword, he still carries the Qingping Sword on his back all the year round, wanting to gradually catalyze the conjecture of the spiritual prototype.

And at the moment.

This Qingping sword has undergone a second conscious change, that is, it has given birth to a kind of longing, longing for something.

Han Yi, who was originally about to leave, rose up with his sword and quickly fled towards the north.

This piece of fallen fragment of the Holy Land is really not small, much larger than the Xuandan Sect, you know, the Xuandan Sect has nine inner peaks, hundreds of outer peaks, between the outer peaks and the outer peaks, there are some other peaks that have not been included in the outer peaks because of the lack of spiritual veins, which is not small.

Therefore, Han Yi's imperial sword flew away, and when he looked down, there were more and more monks, some were breaking the formation, some were fighting, and some were fleeing.

The Qingping Sword under his feet had a guide to fall, and Han Yi followed its guidance and stopped.

Ahead.

It is a huge palace, and the size of this palace is comparable to the size of a Qinglong Peak.

This palace, from the geographical point of view, is not the core of this fragment of the holy land, but judging from the size of the palace and the decoration on the outside of the palace, it should be regarded as the core.

And at the moment.

There were six Jindan monks, attacking this palace, countless spiritual lights flickered and fell, and the light shields around the palace began to tremble violently, flashing spiritual light, obviously, the formation that shrouded the palace was about to be broken.

In addition to these six Jindan monks, there are also more than forty foundation building monks, standing with royal weapons, and also attacking and descending.

As for the periphery of the palace, more Qi cultivators were constantly gathered.

Less than a minute after Han Yi stood up, the formation on the palace was instantly extinguished after flickering three times wildly.

The monks in the air and the monks on the ground all rushed in with bright eyes.

Han Yi flew into the palace with everyone, the palace was huge, and the monks who poured in dispersed to hunt for treasures, and Han Yi turned around and appeared in a side room under the guidance of Qingping Sword.

Pushing open the side room, there was no monk corpse in the side room, but the Qingping sword in his hand, the amplitude of the vibration, increased suddenly, and even came out directly.

The next moment.

A scene that surprised Han Yi happened.

A dusty sword weapon in the corner of the side room suddenly flew up and shook in midair.

Han Yi's pupils shrank, and what shocked him was that this flying sword weapon was exactly the same as his own Qingping sword.

That's right.

From the appearance, length, size, and shape are all the same, the sword body and hilt are soapy black, and there is a cyan lotus flower wrapped around the sword body, if it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, Han Yi would have thought that this was his Qingping sword.

Now.

The Qingping Sword that came out of it shook and emitted a blue-black light, and the Qingping Sword that flew up from the corner was the same, the lights were connected, and they fused together.

It's just a blink of an eye.

The two rays of light flickered at the same time, and the two Qingping swords leaned towards the middle, and then, as if two drops of water were fused into one drop, without a sound, in the light, there was only one Qingping sword left.

A sword aura of the inferior magic weapon level emanated from the Qingping sword that had just been fused.

"Can it still be like this?" After Han Yi was dumbfounded, he was instantly overjoyed.

Although he didn't know exactly what the principle was, the upgrade of the sword weapon was naturally beneficial to him.

Two identical Qingping swords, after fusing together, transform into a low-grade magic weapon, will there be a third, fourth, and fifth handles......

If these Qingping swords are fused, whether it is this sword weapon or not, its grade will be able to climb all the time.

Magic Treasures, Spiritual Treasures, and even ...... Half-immortal?

Han Yi thought in his heart, and with a light move, he was ready to summon the sword weapon back.

Suddenly.

A silver light shuttled from behind him, and without a sound, it was already within ten meters of Han Yi.

Han Yi, who was facing away from the silver light, had a fierce look in his eyes.

Then.

He just dodged slightly, and then dodged this silver light, and the silver light streaked across the place where Han Yi was standing, and went straight into the wall of the quiet room.

It was a short silver spear, less than half a meter, emitting a dark silver glow.

"Huh?"

A soft sound sounded thirty meters outside the quiet room, obviously this blow failed to make a meritorious service, which surprised the monk who attacked secretly.

But.

The next moment.

Han Yi's figure had already flashed outside the door, his eyes were deep, and he just glanced at the sneak attack monk.

The early days of foundation building?

Although his own cultivation at this moment is also disguised as the early stage of foundation building, the other party is ruthless, and he has definitely done a lot of sneak attacks behind his back.

Han Yi just waved his hand lightly, and the Qingping Sword that had just been fused was slightly shocked.

Then.

With a bang, as if teleporting, the other party didn't even have time to react, his head rose into the sky, the Qingping sword turned back, Han Yi beckoned lightly, took back the storage bag on the fallen headless corpse, and withdrew the short spear inserted in the wall of the quiet room.

This short spear is the best magic weapon, although it is the most basic best magic weapon, but it is also worth thousands of medium-grade spirit stones, which is more or less a harvest.

It's all coming, it's all killed, and the loot can't be wanted.

After Han Yi collected the spoils, he carried the Qingping Sword and the Seven Star Kunwu Sword on his back, left this quiet room, and glanced around, occasionally the monks flashed by, or happy, or regretful, or cautious, or hideous.

Han Yi retracted his gaze, randomly chose a direction, and swept forward.

However, after three breaths, he stopped, and in front of him, two monks, were fighting wildly.

One of the young monks, holding a guqin in his left hand, and his right hand was wildly moving, and countless notes, like entities, turned into a frenzy, reverberating endlessly, crushing out.

Opposite him, was a burly monk, the monk looked middle-aged, his eyes flashed, his eyebrows were like swords, he was not angry and arrogant, he was holding a gilt golden halberd, and above the halberd, a supreme and noble mysterious aura flowed out.

Han Yi's pupils shrank.

The first person, he had seen, a few years ago, when he returned from the Great Qin Immortal Kingdom Tiannan Immortal City, he and this monk were on the same immortal boat.

Yujing Mountain Holy Land, the apprentice of Li Qiushi, the first on the reality list, Wu Gang.

The second one, although he had never seen it, however, the breath on that heavy halberd reminded him of the young man who had been killed in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range many years ago, and that young man was holding a heavy halberd, these two weapons, although one was a high-grade magic weapon and the other was a medium-grade magic weapon, the gap was far away, but the breath was in the same vein, and Han Yi would not admit his mistake.

This is the official monk of the Great Qian.

And the two people who are fighting frantically, under the Wangqi technique, are both in the middle stage of Jindan, and in the middle stage of Jindan, they have reached the peak, and they are only one step away from the late stage of Jindan.

And the weapons in the hands of the two are all medium-grade magic weapons.

Although Han Yi thought he was strong enough, he didn't dare to fight head-on against the mid-stage peak monk of Jindan, who had a medium-grade magic weapon and was a great force in the Holy Land, so he had to escape.

The moment he stopped.

Not far ahead, the two fighting monks, their killing intent suddenly soared, and the notes and the heavy halberd slammed together.

The terrifying power shattered, lifted away, and destroyed the surrounding rooms, and even shook the top of the palace into a huge gap, which was a huge gap, as if some kind of prohibition had been broken.

Thundered.

The collapse of the palace, this collapse, is not single, but chained.

Less than a minute.

The huge palace collapsed in half.

And in this half of the palace, two figures, from below, killed in mid-air, and from mid-air, killed to the intact palace below.

Han Yi, whose sword was flying, changed his face slightly, no longer hesitated, and fled away.

The harvest of this trip is huge enough, and I will receive it when I see it.

Han Yi Yujian flew away, left the falling fragments, and continued to go outside, leaving Yuanlao Mountain, releasing the fairy boat, and leaving, and when he left Yuanlao Mountain for a full ten kilometers, suddenly, sensing something, stopped abruptly and looked behind.

I saw that in the rear, in Yuanlao Mountain, there was a shocking sword intent, which exploded violently, reaching the heavenly dome, and swept away all the spiritual light sprinkled in the cracks in the space in mid-air.

Then.

There was also starlight, which came from outside the sky, fell into the hands of a monk who walked into Yuanlao Mountain, and turned into a galactic spear, the spear was bright, and the starlight spread all over the sky.

To be done.

There was also a handsome monk with a jade face, holding a white folding fan, descending from the sky, strolling leisurely, and walking into the starry sky and the earth-shattering sword intent.

"This majesty is the True Monarch Monk."

Han Yi's eyes moved out, and he saw many figures, either from the air or skimming the ground, from all directions, towards Yuanlao Mountain.

"Jindan monks, and there is no shortage of Jindan late stage monks, and even Jindan peak monks."

Han Yi didn't dare to look at it anymore, his divine sense surged out, and the immortal boat soared westward, and after a full hour, it gradually slowed down, and then turned into a normalized voyage.

(End of chapter)