I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 113 The Great Terror (please order 35)

Peng! !

Two bursts of fire suddenly erupted from the body of the Black Demon. His body, which had originally retreated, staggered back a few steps amid the psychic explosion. One arm was dripping with blood.

"Hey, what a powerful demon body. As expected of a foreign race that mainly focuses on cultivating demon bodies. Compared with them, monks are completely incomparable."

Roar!

The black devil was injured and roared. His dark eyes were filled with rage. Regardless, he rushed towards Han Yi, and a bloody stench hit his face.

Han Yi did not dare to be careless. Although this body was a Taixu body and could be resurrected in the Taixu illusion at any time, he vaguely felt that it was not that simple. It would be best if he could not die.

His body trembled and he disappeared in an instant. The black demon clan's fist blasted past Han Yi's original place, but only left an afterimage.

next moment.

Ten spiritual fingers fell from behind the Black Demon Clan, like ten arrows, connected head to tail, and pierced into the Black Demon Clan's chest.

If the defense is so strong, then use some arrancar.

The first Lingxu finger broke open the epidermis, the second Lingxu finger spattered flesh and blood, the third Lingxu finger exploded the fascia, and the fourth Lingxu finger ignited the internal organs...

After a series of explosions, only a black demon corpse with a hole in its chest was left.

Han Yi turned his face away and looked at the other fighters around him, becoming more solemn.

"According to the records of the demon clan, the taller the demon body is, the larger the demon clan's strength will be. The three-meter-high demon clan has such a strong defense. Just now, the four-meter-tall demon clan was killed by the Sword Immortal's sword. Demons, wouldn’t they be able to kill even ordinary cultivators at the peak of Qi refining when they encounter them?”

Han Yi felt that it was possible, but thinking about it was in vain at the moment, so he quickly followed the breath of other monks and rushed forward.

After a while, they arrived at a stone palace that was about thirty meters high. The palace looked completely incompatible with elegance, and even a bit random. The palace was made of countless huge stones, and the whole was dark brown, with all kinds of weird blood colors on the surface. The symbol can be vaguely seen as offering sacrifices to a certain demon god.

A beam of light, about the thickness of a bucket, connected from the top of the palace to the sky. The top could not be seen at a glance.

On the top of the stone palace, an illusory token with changing colors was suspended in the light pillar, rising and falling, as if it would break at any time.

"It seems that the token is the so-called Taixu Order."

Han Yi withdrew his gaze and looked around. At this moment, four monks were surrounding the huge stone palace.

Among them, there were two monks in the air who attracted the most attention. Han Yi looked at them and his heart skipped a beat.

Of these two monks, one is the swordsman who wields two blue spiritual swords that he met before. The second one is a young man sitting cross-legged in the void. In front of the young man, there are nine poles one foot high. The battle flag is a nine-pole battle flag with nine colors.

Of the two people on the ground, one was holding a halberd and the other was holding a bloody sword.

Seeing the monk holding the halberd clearly, Han Yi's heart skipped a beat. The aura on the halberd was very similar to a magical weapon he once obtained. According to He Fangwei of the Kowloon Shop, there was something on the halberd. The atmosphere of national destiny of Daqian Immortal Kingdom.

The auras of these four monks were as deep as the sea.

Han Yi's eyes glowed with a pale golden light as he stared at them. Then, he moved his gaze and landed on the surrounding people who rushed here. Just like himself, he landed on other people in the periphery.

"So strong, so strong."

Judging from the breath, the four monks in front are far beyond the Qi training stage, but they have not yet reached the foundation building stage. They are consistent with the two monks in the top two of Xuandan Sect's land rankings, and they should undoubtedly be legendary Qi training monks.

As for the others who were able to get here, the weakest were all senior ninth-level and peak qi practitioners, and among them, more than 70% were peak qi practitioners.

"The Taixu Order has been completely condensed, let's get started."

"After killing the Cangqi tribe leader, each of you can seize the fragments of the Taixu Order based on your own abilities."

The one who spoke was a monk sitting cross-legged in the void with nine poles and nine-color battle flags in front of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep roar came from the stone palace, exuding a vast and rough primitive atmosphere.

The palace opened, and a six-meter-tall black demon walked out of the ancestral temple. Every step he took made the ground vibrate.

He was still chanting the language of the ancient demon. What Han Yi thought was a roar just now was actually just his whisper.

Han Yi turned around and looked, his pale golden eyes suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help but subconsciously close his eyes.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, he no longer dared to use the qi-gazing technique to explore.

Strong, very strong.

The leader of the Cangqi Tribe of the Black Demon Clan, a demon who has just reached six meters in height, has an aura that definitely exceeds the scope of his Qi training period.

When he stepped out, the faces of the four legends who were practicing their qi around the stone palace changed.

"No, he broke through, kill!"

The sword fairy who stepped on the spiritual sword suddenly changed his face, and at the same time, he had a spiritual sword, as fast as lightning, and even before he finished speaking, he had already shuttled out, his murderous intention condensed, and there was a flash of light.

Just at this time.

The leader of the Black Demon Clan who stepped out of the stone house looked at the human monks. His two dark eyes as big as lanterns flashed with an inexplicable look of disdain, and then, as fast as lightning, he punched out.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Han Yi found that his mind could move, but his body could not. The same was true for other people in his sight.

The sword fairy in mid-air, the spiritual sword that stabbed out first, was hit by the punch as soon as the light rose into the air. The blue light was broken, and a wail sounded. Then, the black fist hit the sword fairy, and the sword fairy was knocked out. It exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Fast, if the shortest time is measured in an instant, a monk in the Qi training stage can complete ten attacks in an instant, then the leader of the Cangqi tribe of the Black Demon Clan can punch twenty punches in an instant.

Horror suddenly appeared in Han Yi's thoughts at this moment.

But his body couldn't move.

Not only him, but also the four legendary Qi practitioners surrounding the front. Except for the sword immortal who was blown up by the volley, the other three could not move.

The next moment.

Time returns to normal.

No, it is not accurate to say that it has recovered, it is just that everyone has reacted.

boom! !

At the same time, the sound of this punch spread. The punch was so fast that the sonic boom and the sound of the sword fairy being blown up in the air sounded at the same time, in no particular order.

escape.

Han Yi's Heavenly Void Body instinctively turned around and ran away. The great terror coming from his soul did not dissipate. Instead, it climbed rapidly, seemingly endlessly reaching one peak after another.

The leader of the Cang Qi tribe of the Black Demon Clan who walked out of the stone palace hit the Sword Fairy Queen with a punch in the air, turned his fist into a palm, swiped it horizontally with his palm, and knocked away a blood-colored long sword that came through the air, and then , slapping down suddenly without slowing down, slapping the legendary Qi practitioner of the Royal Blood Sword, and slapping him directly to the ground.

puff.

This scene caught Han Yi's eyes, who had just turned his head halfway, and the horror in his heart was already rolling out like a huge wave.

Roar! !

He punched the sword immortal with one punch, slapped another legendary monk to death with one palm, and then roared to the sky.

Han Yi could not describe the horror of this roar, because the moment he heard the roar, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he could no longer hear any sound.

At the same time, a terrifying wave swept across his body.

Shattered, he could feel his body beginning to shatter into countless fragments under this wave of fluctuations. A short but profound pain struck him instantly, piercing deeply into his soul before his consciousness dissipated. .

The power of a roar is so terrifying.