Han Yu's blue light shield appeared, isolating the rainstorm, and raised his head to look at the phantom in the sky, with an excited look on his face.

He took care of this little bird just by the Iron Eagle, and when he met the Iron Eagle in the future, he would trust him more, but he didn't expect this little bird to be a spirit beast with infinite potential!

The thunderbird composed of thunder and lightning glanced downward, and Han Yu suddenly felt a thrill in his heart.

The thunderbird in the sky let out a long roar, and suddenly a wave of thunder and lightning slashed down towards the top of Han Yu's head!

Han Yu was horrified in his heart, and just as he thought about Mu Kui Dun flipping into the palm of his hand, the thunder and lightning had already split the water shield and slashed down towards the heavenly spirit cover.

Han Yu was struck by lightning and fell to the ground, and his whole body convulsed violently. The lightning paralyzed every muscle in his body, and he couldn't even move a finger.

I saw countless thunder and lightning powers surging towards Han Yu in the meridians, Han Yu was very anxious in his heart, and he barely urged the mana in the dantian, but in an instant, he was squeezed into the dantian by the violent thunder.

"It's over!" Han Yu thought of despair.

The power of thunder and lightning rushed into the dantian violently, synthesizing into a rush towards the sixth closed spiritual aperture, and countless thunderbolts slashed wildly towards the closed spiritual aperture.

Han Yu's face turned purple, his body trembled violently, and the dantian seemed to be stirred by thousands of sharp knives at the same time, and he couldn't even do anything to relieve the severe pain in the face of this intense pain.

Han Yu barely held on for three breaths, rolled his eyes and fainted!

But in the next breath, Han Yu was woken up by the pain again, and in just a few breaths, beads of sweat were soaked all over his body.

Before Han Yu could make any movements, he fainted again.

As soon as the thunderbirds in the sky chirped, they turned into a trail of thunder and disappeared, and the dark clouds in the sky quickly dissipated, revealing the gray sky.

After a cup of tea.

Han Yu was lying in front of the cave with his abdomen covered and panting, beads of sweat were still dripping from his cheeks, and he finally survived.

The thunder light split the black spiritual aperture into a light blue, and the thunder light on it was constantly disappearing and annihilating.

Han Yu tried to touch it lightly from his weak divine sense, and suddenly his whole body wanted to shake violently, and it took a while to recover his senses.

I saw that he barely stood up, and the phantom face on his face had already fallen off, revealing the original pockmarked face.

The little bird saw Han Yu standing up and flapping his wings and flying, only to see him suddenly rush towards Han Yu's right arm, and the light flashed and disappeared.

Han Yu was shocked in his heart, and saw that there was an extra blue tattoo where the little bird had gotten in, and then a blur disappeared.

Only then did Han Yu notice that there was a strange smell of sourness on his clothes, and the smell was disgusting.

Han Yu, who had swallowed the Washing Yuan Pill, looked a little abrupt, and the thunder fire that fell from the sky expelled the erysipelas that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Han Yu was ecstatic in his heart, but if he was asked to do it again, he would probably be unwilling, and the feeling of convulsions to death made him feel a little chilled when he thought about it.

Han Yu summoned the clear water talisman and rinsed it, took out a set of clothes to change into, and then cautiously walked towards the cave mansion.

I saw that there was a cyan jade platform in the cave mansion, with a blue light mask on it, and ancient books of different styles were released in it.

In the corner of the cave house, there are three slowly rotating teleportation arrays, and the stone tablets standing next to them are all written in ancient scripts.

In the center of the cave, three zhang away from him, there was a stone platform carved with countless gorgeous runes, and a hideous-looking lion tiger beast held a palm-sized red bronze mirror in its mouth.

The bronze mirror was gray and dull, carving clusters of flames and a hideous dragon around it, after Han Yu's eyes looked over, he immediately felt that his eyes were full of red flames, and he took three steps back before his eyes returned to clarity, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"What a powerful bronze mirror, could this be a magic weapon?" Han Yu thought of the forbidden treasures of those Yudan monks, and his eyes couldn't help but show a fiery color.

I saw Han Yu step forward, turn his head and take the bronze mirror in his hand, and stuff it directly into the brocade.

Han Yu was about to take a closer look in this cave, when suddenly the cave shook violently, the gravel at the edge was collapsing, and dense cracks appeared in the sky above the cave, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

Han Yu was startled, his figure flashed to the cyan jade platform, his hand quickly grabbed it, and as soon as he touched the ancient book, it turned into a ball of light and rushed into Han Yu's mind.

At this time, Han Yu didn't care so much, and as soon as he collected the three ancient books, the figure stood on the teleportation array in the middle of the blur, only to see a buzzing sound from the magic circle, and Han Yu disappeared in an instant.

And the cave had been shattered inch by inch, and all of it had collapsed, and countless rubbles rolled down downward, and in a matter of moments, they disappeared without a trace.

Han Yu only felt that the light in front of him was distorted, and his divine sense sank slightly, and he found himself in the underground grotto.

Han Yu stabilized his mind a little and walked out, and the light of the teleportation array dimmed.

"This is...."

When Han Yu picked up this situation, he knew that the cave mansion had collapsed, and this teleportation array had completely lost its effect.

Han Yu suppressed the excitement in his heart, sat cross-legged on the ground, breathed and breathed, only to see three balls of light floating in the sea of consciousness in his mind, and when he touched it with a faint divine sense, the balls of light shattered and turned into three classics: white, yellow, and red.

"Forge the Divine Arts!"

"Spirit Puppet Decision!"

“.....”

Han Yu glanced at the names of the two books in front of him, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart, the classics that could be left on the stone platform were obviously extraordinary exercises.

The text on the red book is in that script, and Han Yu doesn't know half of it. He planned to go out and explore the sect to see where the text was.

Han Yu stood up and saw that there were upward steps in the cave, so he walked up slowly, and actually walked out of the hole of an ordinary big tree.

Looking at the gray forest, Han Yu's heart was settled, and he closed his eyes and silently sensed the location of Qingteng, and found that it was only a dozen miles away from here, and a few vertical jumps disappeared into the dense forest.

A day later, Han Yu, who was covered in scars, came back from under the ground, and the cultivation of the Great Perfection had been reduced to the ninth layer of pitiful Qi refining.

There were only eighteen hundred-year-old elixirs left on the storage bag, and only a golden pen was left in the magic weapon, and the body was covered with vine strangulation marks.

I saw that Han Yu checked his body and there was nothing wrong, and he rushed over with a few vertical jumps.

On the way back, there is no need to pay attention to any spiritual objects, and the speed is naturally much faster than when you came. He didn't have to worry about any ambushes along the way, the green vine on his arm could sense the breath within ten miles, and he didn't need to worry about sneak attacks.

When Han Yu arrived at the grass, he found that there were only a dozen disciples gathered, and a delicate balance had been formed, and no one dared to make a move here.

Han Yu's eyes swept around, and when he saw Yu Ningwu, who was slightly stunned, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Han Yu found a clean mountain stone to sit and meditate to recover from his injury, and after waiting for most of the day, Wu Feng and the cold female cultivator rushed over together.

"You're not dead?" Wu Feng was shocked when he saw the weak Han Yu, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes when he saw that his cultivation had been reduced to the eighth level of qi refining.

"Wu Feng, you thief dares to sneak attack the same sect in the secret realm, I will definitely tell the head of the sect and abolish your cultivation when I go back!" Han Yu saw Wu Feng's face instantly turned red, and said viciously.

The cold female cultivator saw that Han Yuxiu was greatly surrendered, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Han, I am about to shout that you are wronged." The two of us wanted to invite you to cross the canyon together, but I didn't expect you to see us fleeing directly to the woods and being dragged down by the dryad, do you still have to put this account on our heads?"

"You...."Han Yu's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes showed grief and indignation, but he couldn't say a word.

But he was secretly happy in his heart, what he had to do now was to clear his suspicion, but the female cultivator of the He family opened his mouth and said everything he wanted to say.

"I, Han Yu, and the two of you don't share the sky!" Han Yu swore viciously.

Wu Feng's eyes showed contempt, Han Yu's cultivation had been reduced to the ninth layer of qi refining, and the Wu family wanted to pinch him to death like pinching an ant to death.