Half an hour later, Huan Yin reluctantly walked out of the vein. He had never spent such a long time on a piece of ore vein north of Yanzhou, because he had directly destroyed everything on the ore vein before, and then took away the storage bag of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples—at that time, he had never thought of digging spirit stones in a pile of corpses and a sea of blood.

But this time it was different, when he rushed here with hatred, he didn't see anyone, so he could only vent his energy on digging spirit stones.

However, the more he dug in the vein before, the more he felt that the spirit stones in the vein were inexhaustible, and even he felt that it was not difficult to mine any of the veins with his cultivation, it was only a matter of time. In this way, he was in it for half an hour before he knew it, and if it had not been for the triumph of his reason over greed, it would have been impossible for him to spend a day in that vein.

After flying out of the first vein, Huan Yin still began to sweep the strongholds and veins of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate one by one as before. But along the way, he found that most of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had already evacuated, and even if he could occasionally encounter a few of them, they were still putting the finishing touches on before evacuating. Of course, their tail was collected by Huan Yin for them.

In this way, Huan Yin's original planned killing in central Yanzhou turned into a feeling of mining veins, although this allowed him to obtain a large number of spirit stones all the way down, but it was also delayed for a full eight hours. And if he hadn't allowed himself to stay in the veins of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate for more than half an hour every time, his stay in central Yanzhou might have been able to be extended indefinitely.

Finally, when Huan Yin came out of the last vein in the middle of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate. With a murderous expression, he flew towards the first sect of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate. He hadn't killed in a long time. He had no hatred along the way. But he couldn't get the slightest vent, so now he is extremely murderous.

This vein is some distance away from the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, even if it is Huan Yin, I am afraid that it will take half an hour to fly at full speed to reach it.

After a short and half a moment, a team of about sixty monks appeared in front of Huan Yin, these monks were dressed differently, and it seemed that they were a group of loose cultivators who had gathered together for some reason.

At the forefront of this group of casual cultivators, there was a monk who had refined the Great Perfection. He is the person with the highest cultivation among all the scattered cultivators, and he should also be the leader of this team.

Huan Yin flew past the entire group of cultivators, and then landed at the front of the procession, bowing to the monk who had refined the Great Perfection.

The scattered cultivation team naturally discovered Huan Yin, and instantly felt the unfathomable depth of Huan Yin's cultivation, so they stopped suddenly, and the refining Great Perfection monk at the head saluted Huan Yin back: "Senior, may I ask what you have to say?"

Huan Yin smiled slightly: "This fellow Daoist, may I ask how to go to the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?"

Hearing Huan Yin asking for directions, the Refining Great Perfection Cultivator pointed to his south: "Walk in this direction for a short while." The seniors will be able to see the first branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. ”

Huan Yin received the answer and nodded. Then he said, "I see that you are also going in that direction, I don't know if I can go with you, I don't have a good sense of direction, I hope you can show me the way." ”

Sweat was already running down the forehead of the monk who had refined the Great Perfection, and I don't know if he was embarrassed because of the fact that the Huaying monk said that he had a bad sense of direction, or something else. However, he quickly replied: "Senior, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is powerful in Yanzhou, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect are even more ruthless. What this monk said was also reasonable, it seemed that he was really afraid of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, even if it was Huan Yin's request from this "senior", he could only refuse.

Huan Yin showed a questioning look on his face: "Oh, is the Ten Thousand Poison Gate very vicious?"

"The predecessors don't know, the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate is extremely vicious, and the Yanzhou monks know it all, two years ago, they completely slaughtered the branch of Yangzhou Wuliangmen here, and it is said that they did not even let go of a single living mouth. The look of fear on the face of the Refining Great Perfection cultivator was even heavier, and it seemed that he was really extremely afraid of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"Oh, the Ten Thousand Poison Gate is so powerful?" Huan Yin had a shocked look on his face, as if he didn't know anything about the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

The cultivator of the Great Perfection of Refining had already retreated, and wanted to turn around and beckon the team of monks behind him to leave, but Huan Yin suddenly said again: "However, two years ago, I heard someone say something to me personally, he said that the monks of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect are a bunch of waste. ”

The Refining Great Perfection Cultivator had the intention of leaving, but Huan had to answer because he spoke, so he could only reluctantly answer: "The seniors don't have to joke with the juniors, how can there be such a thing." ”

An even stronger smile appeared on Huan Yin's face, and he spoke: "His original words at the time were like this: 'A group of wastes, even at such a time, have to damage the Gathering Strength Cultivator, it really disgraces the face of our Ten Thousand Poison Sect. 'Are you right or not what this man said?'

After hearing Huan Yin's words, the whole person's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Huan Yin seriously for the first time, obviously observing Huan Yin's appearance. After a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said in a hurry, "Yes...... It's you, how could it be you!"

Huan Yin saw his shocked look on his face, and then said: "At that time, he also said something to me, he said: 'Your sword is good, I want it. As for people, let's die!' I came today to give him back this sentence, I think my sword, he should have used it enough!" After that, Huan Yin's face suddenly turned hideous with a smile on his face, and as soon as he raised his left hand, he directly grabbed the neck of the Great Perfection Cultivator in front of him, and his right hand was directly stretched out, taking out his storage bag and destroying it on the spot!

With a loud bang, a white, warm and jade-like fairy sword flew out and floated into the air, it was the fairy sword that Huan Yin had taken away in Yanzhou before, the Yang Sword!

And the monk in his hand is the strongest cultivator who knocked him into the deep pit that day, but now he can no longer be called extremely strong in front of Huan Yin, but is like an ant.

When Huan Yin approached this team of "scattered cultivators" before, he discovered the hidden Ten Thousand Poison Gate Exercise Aura on their bodies, this breath is the breath that Huan Yin can never forget, so no matter how they hide it, unless their cultivation is higher than Huan Yin, they can only hide it.

What's more, Huan Yin recognized the Refining Great Perfection Monk in front of him at a glance, the appearance of the monk who snatched his Yang Sword and almost killed him, how could he not remember?

As for this monk, he saw Huan Yin wearing a white robe and cultivating a high level before, so he naturally instantly thought that Huan Yin was a strong monk of the second branch of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, so he became extremely nervous the moment Huan Yin walked in front of him, and wanted to try to pretend to be a loose cultivator, but he didn't notice Huan Yin's appearance at all, nor did he notice that Huan Yin was the master who took the sword away from him back then. He probably couldn't have imagined that the extremely strong Immeasurable Sect monk who had destroyed the second branch of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect was actually the ant in his eyes back then.

"Thank you for keeping the Yang Sword for me, today Huan came to retrieve this sword and take your life!" Huan Yin pinched his left hand fiercely, and the cultivation of his Ying realm was frantically poured into the body of the monk in his hand, killing him in the field in an instant.

Then, Huan Yin picked up the Yang Sword, erased the unfamiliar divine consciousness imprint on the Yang Sword, and re-branded his own divine consciousness.

"Old friend, today, I will let you drink the blood of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect people!" Huan Yin's expression became even more hideous as he looked at the long-lost Yang Sword.

The team of Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks in front of Huan Yin who pretended to be loose cultivators had already seen Huan Yin, and even saw the scene where Huan Yin pinched to death the refining Great Perfection monk just now. The fear in their hearts was already monstrous, and they would have walked for less than half an hour to return to the sect, but such a close distance had now become an insurmountable chasm, and they did not dare to go any further, so they could only flee in all directions.

Huan Yin held the Yang Sword, looked at the Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks who were escaping, and pressed his hand fiercely, and suddenly inserted the Yang Sword into the ground.

Now Huan Yin's cultivation can no longer be compared to a year ago, although he can't fully exert the power of the Yang Sword like the Seven Absolute Sons back then, he doesn't need to deliberately suppress the sword power of the Yang Sword anymore, he can already completely control the Yang Sword!

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a flame suddenly appeared on the grassland in front of Huan Yin, a white flame!

The temperature of this flame was extremely high, and the pressure coming out of the flame was extremely strong, and it was not at all something that any Ten Thousand Poison Sect cultivators who were fleeing could resist.

Huan Yin spiritual power surged again, and the flames in front of him quickly spread towards the Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks who were fleeing at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up with the dozen or so Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks who were the slowest speed.

The moment these monks touched the white flames, they screamed and turned to ashes, even if they had prepared a lot of defensive means before, it didn't have any effect at all.

The other monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who escaped died tragically in an instant when they saw their fellow sects, and their speed was even faster, and some did not hesitate to use their essence blood to cast spells to speed up their escape. It's just that no matter how fast they are, they can't be faster than Huan Yin's means, and they can't be faster than the Yang Sword's deadly fire!

After about a dozen breaths, there was no one to be seen in the entire grassland except for Huan Yin, only the scorched black of the ground showed that there had just been a fire burning here. Only the countless ashes on the ground revealed the power of the flames, but these ashes were left by grass or people. (To be continued.) )