I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Three months later.

Han Yi returned from the Blood Sea and returned to Xuanxue Peak. His sword flew hundreds of feet in the air and looked down.

At this moment, he was hovering at the edge of Xuanxue Peak, and below him was Xuanxue City.

However, today's Xuanxue City is different from the past.

A year ago, when they first arrived, Xuanxue City was still called Blood Sea City. The monks destroyed it before they withdrew, and the monsters wreaked havoc after landing, leaving this fairy city in ruins.

Today's Xuanxue City has more than tripled in area. There are many attics rising from the ground in the city, and there is an endless stream of monks coming and going.

Looking around, in Xuanxue City, extending in the direction of the Sea of ​​Blood, there are a total of eighteen fairy cities. It is not appropriate to call them fairy cities. The current scale can only be called fairy towns. However, these eighteen The Fairy Town is equally lush, not inferior to Xuanxue City.

Regardless of whether it is Xuanxue City or the eighteen surrounding fairy towns, they are all covered by formations. If there is a mysterious pupil technique, you can even see that under the fairy towns, the spiritual veins are growing stronger and flowing endlessly.

Today is his last day guarding the sea of ​​blood.

Since half a month ago, the monks in these eighteen fairy towns have been organized and rushed to the sea of ​​​​blood. This month is just a joint guard period.

Next, every month in the Xuandan Sect, there will be two to three foundation-building elders who will sit on the edge of the blood sea. Their main role is not to kill monsters, but to supervise and warn.

Other foundation-building elders can freely travel back and forth between the main sect of Xuandan Mountain Range and the branch of Xuandan Mountain.

Han Yi lamented that in just one year, the scene below was already completely different.

Looking upward, looking at the scene of the sect on Xuanxue Peak, Han Yi had another mood.

At this moment, dozens of palaces have been built on Xuanxue Peak and around Xuanxue Palace.

In time, this branch sect will be as powerful as the main sect. As for the relationship between the main sect and the branch sect, how to coordinate and arrange it is not Han Yi's concern.

He gathered his mind, swiped the Qingping Sword under his feet, and escaped into the Xuanxue Palace. He walked into a certain side hall. This was the elders' meeting hall of Xuanxue Peak.

"Junior Brother Han, the immortal boat will return to the clan tomorrow. Will you go back or stay?"

When Gu Yu saw Han Yi walking in, he confirmed and asked again.

"Of course it's to return to the main sect." Han Yi replied.

Gu Yu was not surprised: "I knew you wanted to go back."

"We will return to the sect tomorrow. Senior Brother Li will lead the team. Outside Lianjia City, there is the Duhe Immortal Ship returning. In addition to you, there are seven Foundation Establishment Elders and sixty-three inner disciples who have applied to return."

Han Yi nodded. He put all his things in his storage bag and was ready to leave at any time.

The next day.

Han Yi escaped from Xuanxue Peak and looked back. If nothing unexpected happened, it might be a long, long time before he comes here next time. Although this place is good, it is still not as comfortable as Qinglong Peak.

After silently saying goodbye, Han Yi turned around and flew downwards towards one of the eighteen fairy towns.

Lianjia City, as its name suggests, is a fairy city rented by the Lian family. The Lian family is a foundation-building family. However, there are as many as seven people in the family in the foundation-building period, and the clan leader is at the peak of foundation-building cultivation.

When the head of the Lian family learned about the splitting of the spiritual veins outside Xuanxue Peak, he resolutely abandoned his property in Nanyang County and sought to seize one of the split spiritual veins.

The spiritual vein below Lianjia City is a third-level spiritual vein. If a monk at the peak of foundation building cultivates in its core node, it is very possible to use it to advance to the golden elixir stage.

This is also the reason why the head of the Lian family is so determined. As long as he is promoted to the Golden Core stage, the Lian family will surely rise and leap to a new level.

This is a man of great courage. Han Yi has met him once before and has a good impression of him.

actually.

Under the Xuanxue Peak, these eighteen towns are mostly like this. Some families have moved here, some powerful casual cultivators have gathered together, and several families have joined forces. Their purpose, without a doubt, is for the soul. pulse.

Spiritual veins are the foundation of a force.

now.

Outside Lianjia Town, an immortal boat was hovering in mid-air. There were hundreds of people stopping on the immortal boat.

Han Yifei escaped, fell into the fairy boat, and raised his eyebrows.

On the Immortal Boat, there were not only monks from the Xuandan Sect, but also people from outside the sect.

"Senior Brother Li, these people are..."

Han Yi found Li Wenbin, who was leading the team this time, and asked.

Li Wenbin is a middle-aged monk with a rosy complexion and full eyes. Even if his eyes are half-open, they are larger than ordinary people.

"That's the disciple of Boyi Zhenren over there. We happened to be going the same way this time, so we went together. Moreover, the price they gave us was not low. Anyway, it doesn't matter if we were on the way."

Li Wenbin spoke loudly and pointed to a dozen monks standing aside. When those monks saw what he was pointing at, they all bowed and nodded in a respectful manner.

Boyi Zhenren, formerly known as Tian Boyi, is a casual Jindan cultivator who also occupies one of the Eighteen Immortal Cities. With him as the core, he pulled up a group of monks who followed him. Among them, there were six in the foundation building period, practicing Qi. More, this is also the strength of Xuanxue Peak, which is even stronger than the Lian family.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze, walked to one side, and sat down cross-legged.

Now that Li Wenbin has made his decision, it's hard for him to offer advice. Moreover, even if he does offer advice, it's probably useless based on the past behavior of this irritable senior brother.

That's it, that's all. What's more, most of the monks outside the sect who boarded the immortal boat were in the Qi training stage, and only one was in the early stage of foundation building. Even if there were some unexpected situations, they were all within control.

Other inner disciples of Xuan Dan Sect, some of whom were familiar with Han Yi, originally wanted to come up to see Han Yi, but when they saw that Han Yi had found a deserted corner to sit down and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, they realized what was going on and did not disturb him.

Half an hour later, everyone arrived. Han Yi opened his eyes and looked at everyone on the fairy ship. He found that during this return trip, the people he was familiar with all chose to stay. This was the case with Gu Yu and He Fengdi. .

Everyone's choice is different, that's understandable.

Han Yi closed his eyes again.

The Du'e Fairy Ship beneath him slowly opened and accelerated slowly.

The Du'e Fairy Ship is a relatively large fairy ship. During the Qi training stage, Han Yi once took such a fairy ship to the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains to complete the sect's mission.

At first, it took two or three days to get from the Xuandan Mountain Range to the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range, but this time, it will take a little longer to get from the Xuandan Mountain Range to the Xuandan Mountain Range. According to the information I heard, it will take about five days.

The Immortal Ship flew past Taibai County and entered Nanyang County. Everyone on the Immortal Ship had already relaxed. This place was only one day away from the Xuandan Sect's main sect and was already a safe area.

When passing through a mountain forest.

Sudden.

The void shook and changed, and a bolt of thunder fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed. As soon as Han Yi opened his eyes, the thunder had already struck the fairy ship, and then the loud sound of thunder came to his ears.

The fairy ship shook wildly.

Click.

On the control center above, the middle-grade spiritual stone has been broken into more than a dozen pieces.

"Not good." Han Yi's heart was beating wildly.

The person who reacted faster than him was Li Wenbin sitting cross-legged in the control center of the fairy ship.

Li Wenbin shouted loudly and flew up: "Who dares to attack Xuan Dan Sect?"

There was no one in the sky, but there was a second thunderbolt, falling from the sky and crashing down.

This thunder is stronger, faster, and fiercer than the first thunder. In fact, the first thunder cannot cause much damage to the fairy ship, but its function is only to position the second thunder.

The combination of the formation and the talisman made Han Yi's eyelids jump wildly, and the ominous premonition in his heart reached the extreme.

really.

This time, the thunder struck down the Immortal Ship, and only an earth-shattering explosion was heard. Everyone on the Immortal Ship and below the foundation was temporarily deafened.

The spiritual light that shrouded the fairy ship flashed crazily and then went out. The fairy ship that lost its spiritual light fell straight down. The foundation-building monks on it soared into the air, rolled up the Qi training disciples, and quickly landed on the ground.

A cold, stern voice came from high in the sky.

"Xuan Dan Sect."

"The one who killed was the Xuan Dan Sect."

After this voice sounded, a dozen figures hiding in the sky suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Xiao Keng, Yuan Changtian."

"No, everyone in Xuan Dan Sect, run away quickly."

Li Wenbin's expression changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away. He was practicing the same sword control technique and the Lihuo Sword Technique. In just an instant, he was already three hundred meters away with his sword.

"I want to leave, but it's too late."

"Kill him, and then slowly process the others."

The two figures turned into two streams of light, one on the left and one on the right, chasing Li Wenbin.

At the same time, other foundation-building monks who came out of the void were already attacking others who had fallen from the fairy ship and fled.

the other side.

When he saw the thirteen figures in the void, Han Yi's expression changed drastically. Without any luck, he sank down and landed in the mountain forest below. At the same time, the dozen inner disciples he had trapped with his magic power also Landed.

"Spread out and escape."

With only these four words left, Han Yi escaped into the mountains and forests.

For him, no, for everyone here, there is only one way to escape.

Because it proves that there is no chance of victory in confrontation, and the whole army will be annihilated, which is not a suspense.

He had just seen clearly that the thirteen people hidden in the void were all Blood God Sect monks who survived and escaped a year ago, and they were all Foundation Establishment Stage monks.

Among them, Xiao Keng and Yuan Changtian are the peak foundation-building monks.

It would be difficult for Li Wenbin to face one person alone, let alone two. That's why Li Wenbin was so decisive, turned around and ran away.

During this trip, there were a total of nine foundation-building monks on board the Immortal Ship. Among them, eight were Xuandan Sect monks and one was an outsider.

Among the eight Xuandan Sect monks, only Li Wenbin and another one were in the late stage of foundation building, and two of them were in the middle stage of foundation building. The other four, including Han Yi, were in the early stage of foundation building.

As for the thirteen foundation-building monks who came out of the void, three were in the late-stage of foundation-building, four were in the middle-stage of foundation-building, and six were in the early-stage of foundation-building.

With a lineup like theirs, they had absolutely no chance of winning against the thirteen foundation-building monks of the Blood God Sect, and even perishing together might not be possible.

The terrifying sense of crisis made Han Yi tremble all over.

"Damn it, how could anyone from the Blood God Sect know that we are taking this path?"

The danger this time is no less than the one in Hongluan City a year ago.

That time, when I met Mo Wen and Yu Ming, from the tactical arrangement to the battle of souls, to the final survival, strength was the foundation, and luck was also indispensable.

This time is different from the last time. This time there are no monks from the Tianhun Sect. They are all monks from the Blood God Sect. However, the opponent has several late-stage Foundation Establishment students.

I am not afraid of the early stage of foundation building. Even if I am facing the middle stage of foundation building, I can still activate the secret technique of the soul in times of crisis. If not, the third-level talisman given by Yuan Shun can definitely kill me in the middle stage of foundation building.

but.

Against late-stage Foundation Establishment monks, the odds of winning are low. Even if it is a third-level spiritual talisman, which is equivalent to a full-strength strike from a Golden Core cultivator, it may not be guaranteed to kill with one hit against a Peak Establishment cultivator, because at the Peak Establishment stage The monks also have protective means at the bottom of the box. Maybe, at a certain price, they can block the third-level magic talisman.

This is Han Yi's calculation and measurement of his own strength over the past year.

The mountain forest chosen by the Blood God Sect monks happened to be in the middle of two fairy cities. If they wanted to escape to the nearest fairy city, the time needed would definitely be enough for them to catch up and kill them several times.

This was carefully planned.

There is a traitor.

Han Yi's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but feel cruel when he thought of those people who were not Xuandan Sect monks on the fairy ship.

If there is a place where the problem is most likely to go wrong, I don't think it is the monks outside the Xuan Dan Sect who are most likely to go wrong.

Careless.

This year's stability has made everyone in the Xuandan Sect feel that the remaining monks from the Blood God Sect who were wiped out must no longer dare to take the lead, and may even have moved to Great Qin.

Unexpectedly, a year later, the other party would dare to show up and catch everyone by surprise.

However, it is useless to think about all this at this time. Think about how to escape with your life first.

The expressions of the other inner disciples who were put down all changed greatly, but after all, they had experienced the battle a year ago. Although they were panicked, they would not stay there stupidly, but quickly fled in all directions.

Life and death, each has his destiny.

call out! !

The ultimate light body technique made his figure become a phantom and silent. Among the many escapes during the foundation building period, he was undoubtedly the fastest.

Behind him, in the distance, in mid-air, and on the ground, there were bursts of explosions and roars.

Han Yi didn't even dare to turn around and take a look. The time of this glance may be the key to his ability to escape and survive.

The sound of the explosion faded away.

After a cup of tea, he escaped from the forest and thought he had escaped with his life.

call out! !

A bright red sword light burst out from the front, suddenly coming into view. Under the instinct of extreme tension, the body only had time to turn slightly sideways.

Pfft.

The sword light grazed his cheek, bringing up a splash of blood.

Han Yi had no time to feel the pain and had already retreated more than thirty meters.

I was careless and focused 90% of my attention on the rear. Unexpectedly, there were Blood God Sect monks ambushing me at the edge of the mountain forest.

"Huh?"

A soft buzzing sound sounded.

A monk in gray-white robes descended from the sky and waved gently. The bloody sword that scratched Han Yi's cheek was already hovering in front of him.

"I recognize you."

"It seems that you are lucky enough to survive until now, and you have also succeeded in building the foundation."

"However, today, you can't take any chances."

The monk's face was cold, and his calm eyes contained suppressed anger like a volcano.

Han Yi, who retreated thirty meters away, touched his cheek and wiped away the blood, could not help but shrink his pupils slightly when he saw the monk clearly.

He had only met this person once.

However, his name was very popular in his later stage of Qi training.

Blood God Sect, Blood God Son, Han Xuxiao.

However, Han Xuxiao has already been promoted to the foundation building stage, so naturally he no longer has the title of Blood God Son.

When he was in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, Han Yi killed the halberd-wielding young man who cultivated both spirit and body, escaped from the mountain forest, and happened to board the fairy ship before Han Xuxiao arrived. If he had been a step too late, Han Yi would have been at the seventh level of Qi training at that time. With his cultivation level, against the already legendary Han Xuxiao, no matter how powerful his skills are, he will be defeated and killed instantly.

That blood sword, a top-quality magical weapon, put great pressure on Han Yi at that time, no less than the pressure that monks put on Han Yi in the later stage of foundation building today.

but.

Today is different from the past. When he was weak, it was because he didn't have enough time and started too late. But after more than ten years of hard work, both parties are in the early stages of foundation building. If he is still weak, he will really let down the proficiency panel and still repair. What a fairy.

Han Yi didn't want to waste time. The pursuers behind him might appear at any time.

He waved gently, and the Qingping sword behind him fell back into the scabbard.

Then, he waved his hand lightly, and a black broken sword appeared in front of him.

Black light broken sword.

This broken sword was a gift from Yuan Shun. Although it was a broken sword, its power was undoubtedly the strongest among all Han Yi's current methods.

Divine consciousness surged wildly, acting on the broken sword of black light.

Han Yi's expression even looked a little ferocious.

Sudden misfortune, being hunted and running for his life, he was worried about the three late-stage foundation builders. As for the other early-stage foundation builders, daring to stand in front of him was tantamount to seeking death.

The sword lives up to its name.

The black light flashed slightly and disappeared.

Fast, too fast. For monks in the early stage of foundation building, the effect of this speed is teleportation.

Thirty meters away.

Although Han Xuxiao looked arrogant, he never looked down upon Han Yi. When Han Yi put away the Qingping Sword and took out a strange broken sword, great terror suddenly appeared in his heart. This was A harbinger of death.

When his expression changed drastically, the blood sword in front of him turned into a bloody light and crashed forward.

At the same time, four spiritual talismans appeared instantly, with mana surging and spiritual light flickering.

These four spiritual talismans include one offensive second-level spiritual talisman and three defensive second-level spiritual talismans.

He is confident that with three defensive talismans stacked together, even a monk who has just entered the middle stage of foundation building cannot break them.

Time seemed to slow down hundreds of times.

When the magic talisman was taken out from the storage bag, a black light had already shattered the blood light. The bloody long sword could not even block it for a moment, but it broke apart inch by inch. The speed of the black light was almost unaffected.

then.

The solidification of time and space in the outside world did not affect the speed of the black light. It just lightly passed through the hole between Han Xuxiao's eyebrows.

This blow carried terrifying power, directly strangling his soul in the Consciousness Sea Space.

Han Yi had no time to be surprised and already retreated frantically.

Two of the four spiritual talismans had been activated, and a blazing flame erupted from Han Xuxiao's hand and spread to all directions in an instant.

But a defensive talisman on the other hand was also activated at the same time, and a layer of gray light spread rapidly from his arm to his whole body.

After an earth-shattering explosion, more than a dozen trees on the edge of the mountain forest were destroyed.

A figure passed through the flames and quickly recalled the black light broken sword. Then, without any hesitation, he stepped on the black light and quickly flew away at low altitude. He didn't even look at the situation after the explosion, let alone Han Xu. Akatsuki's storage bag.

Compared with life, storage bags are not worth mentioning.

This battle ended quickly as it started.

Han Xuxiao, the legendary and legendary qi-training master of the Blood God Sect, Han Xuxiao, was now defeated by Han Yi Yijian.

Only a minute later, a monk appeared at the edge of the mountain forest.

In front of him, there was half a corpse, an intact arm, connected to half of the body, and in the palm of the intact arm, there were two unactivated talismans.

There was no intact piece of flesh and blood around the half corpse.

And more than ten meters away, a broken blood sword fell to the ground. The blood sword seemed to be penetrated by something extremely sharp and hard from the tip of the sword, and was smashed into pieces.

"It's Junior Brother Han."

The monk waved gently and took the two unactivated spiritual talismans and the storage bag on his waist from half of Han Xuxiao's body into his hands. Then, he raised his head with a sinister smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Han, Senior Brother will avenge you."

The blood-robed monk took out a spiritual talisman and threw it on Han Xuxiao's body.

The talisman burned, and a wisp of gray smoke emerged from the burned talisman, turning into the shape of an arrow. The arrow pointed in the direction of Han Yi's escape.

Soul Chasing Talisman.

The blood-robed monk held the wisp of gray smoke in his hand. The gray smoke seemed to be substantial and had not dissipated. Then, he swayed slightly and chased towards the place where Han Yi escaped.

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