I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

The silver-white metal piece looked like a broken long and narrow blade, glowing with cold light.

In the palace, this lifeless Taoist statue must have been killed by the light of the sword, and even his soul was annihilated on the spot.

Combined with what Taiyuan said just now, there is a breath of the Demon Halberd here, Han Yi speculated that the broken blade is most likely the fragment of the so-called Demon Halberd.

"Senior Taiyuan, is the breath of the Demon Halberd you mentioned the metal fragment inserted into the Taoist's head?" Han Yi asked in his heart.

This time, Taiyuan did not remain silent, but responded slowly with an inexplicable emotional tone:

"That's right, it's a fragment of the Demon Halberd. It should be the tip of the halberd."

"Even the Demonic Halberd was broken. It seems that the Demonic Old Ghost is really dead."

Han Yi was shocked. As he expected, the old devil Tai Yuan spoke of must be the Taoist Heavenly Demon, and the Demon Halberd is the Daoist weapon of the Daoist Heavenly Demon. An immortal who can be killed by fragments of a Taoist weapon is definitely not an ordinary immortal. .

The lifelike Taoist in front of him must have been a big shot in the ancient times. Perhaps the worst one was an Immortal Lord of the Taiyi Realm, or even an Immortal Lord of the Daluo Realm.

Even if a person like this is dead, they can easily crush him to death with just a trace of residual power.

He took a few steps back and reached the palace door, ready to cross the threshold and leave, but in his mind, Taiyuan's voice rang again.

"Your sword control skills have reached the level of immortality. Although I don't know how you do it, if you can get the tip of this halberd and control it like a sword, you can definitely use it as a trump card."

"The opportunity is given to you, take it yourself."

The old voice stopped here and fell silent again.

In Han Yi's eyes, he was obviously hesitant. After just one breath, he decided to give it a try. As Taiyuan said, this is a great opportunity. It is a Taoist fragment with a special material. If you really get this The fragments will be one of your trump cards.

Han Yi had an idea and had a plan. He first exited the palace, and then took out a fifth-level spiritual talisman. This talisman was obtained by killing several god-forming monks at Taiqiu Immortal Lake. It was called Qianyuan Jing. Rune.

The magic power was integrated into the talisman, and the spiritual talisman turned into a void and swept forward. There was a sudden sound in the void and fell on the Taoist in the palace.

What surprised Han Yi was.

In just an instant, the Taoist seemed to not exist in the world, turning into nothingness, not even a powder left.

Bang!

The broken metal pieces fell down, making a crisp metal impact sound.

So simple?

Han Yi raised his brows and couldn't believe that the corpse of a Taoist, who was most likely Taiyi Immortal Lord or even Daluo Immortal Lord, turned into nothingness before his eyes.

Little did I know.

If the man in front of him died in other ways, the trace of his remaining power after his death would destroy Han Yi's soul. However, this man died under the fragments of the Demon Halberd, and his physical body and soul were actually They were all reduced to nothing under the fragments of the Demonic Halberd, and only one thought remained.

That's right, the lifelike Taoist that Han Yi saw was actually just the last thought, and this thought could maintain its image over a long period of one hundred thousand years.

Not to mention fifth-level spiritual talismans, even third-level or even second-level spiritual talismans, as long as external forces intervene, the image derived from this thought will dissipate.

Han Yi swayed slightly and walked forward. When his thoughts moved, the gray-white light on his body became thicker again, but until he walked in front of the metal fragment, there was no other abnormality.

Only now could he see the entire metal fragment.

Judging from the external shape, this looks like a broken spear tip. What Han Yi saw just now should be the broken surface of the spear tip, and the Taoist's head should be inserted into the top.

The tip of this spear is silvery white with a cold light, but it doesn't have the slightest aura of an immortal weapon, or even the aura of a spiritual treasure. At first glance, it looks like a broken ordinary silver broken spear tip.

But Han Yi knew that this seemingly ordinary broken spear tip was the fragment of the Demon Halberd that Taiyuan said.

He did not rush to explore with his spiritual sense. After all, this was a Taoist weapon. Even if it was fragmented, once it exploded, it would not be something he could withstand. Even the four-source Taoist magic would be absolutely difficult to block.

He knelt down, his hands covered with a layer of red divine fire, and picked up the fragment.

Um?

After getting it, Han Yi was surprised for a while.

light.

Too light.

If he hadn't held it in his hand, he would have felt like there was nothing in his palm.

Suddenly thinking of something, Han Yi canceled the blessing of the divine fire and used his physical body to sense it, but he could not feel the weight. Even the touch seemed to not exist. It was very strange.

Han Yi further explored, but still found nothing. Finally, he scanned it with his consciousness and found that he could sense this object, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't even sense this thing, then how could he control the fragments of the Taoist artifact?

However, his consciousness that entered the fragment disappeared instantly without any feedback, but he could feel that he had a little connection with the fragment.

He tried to pour in more consciousness, but after just three breaths, the fragment began to levitate under the control of his thoughts.

"There's something going on." Han Yi was delighted: "I just don't know, how powerful is it?"

However, it will take a long time for the fragment to be sacrificed, and it cannot be accomplished overnight, so Han Yi put it away first.

Then, he left the palace again and headed towards the place where Pang City was sensed before.

Along the way, he met several demon gods and killed them all easily. These demon gods were good at soul arts, but Han Yi was only one step away from condensing the eighth soul skill, so he was naturally not afraid.

In particular, the soul-killing technique is extremely lethal to these demon gods. It does not require the use of extremely powerful magical techniques. It can be easily killed with only the sword-controlling technique at the extreme level.

After a while.

He finally arrived at the highest point of the valley, and outside a ruined palace, he saw the Pangcheng suspended there.

At this moment, Pang Cheng was casting a spell to break open a mysterious jade box. The jade box was originally embedded deep in the palace, but the palace was directly destroyed by him, and the secret room where the jade box was located was also exposed.

Pang Cheng casually struck, but found that the jade box could not be opened, which aroused his interest. This level of defense showed that there was definitely a big secret in it, and one of the reasons why he entered the world of demons was to find immortality. The secret.

Therefore, he did not let go of the jade box and kept bombarding it. The thick demonic energy on the jade box gradually disintegrated under its bombardment, but it was always a little short of the mark.

At this moment, a demon god with three eyes and six arms approached the place. Pang Cheng had some impression of the demon god, but not much. He just turned around and said the word "Go", and the sound was like thunder, roaring and exploding. If he were just an ordinary demon god, he would definitely run away in confusion in the face of his power.

But the other party was not moved by this, and his figure was not affected at all. He just said coldly: "Pang Cheng, the Duke of Daqian Town."

Pang Cheng raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked over, only to find that the other party's figure had changed. He had transformed from a three-eyed, six-armed demon god into a human monk.

"Um?"

"The Duke of Daqian Town? It's a long-standing title."

"Are you a Daqian monk?"

Pang Cheng stopped attacking the jade box and looked at the human monk with interest, his eyes filled with excitement.

Opposite Pangcheng, Han Yi changed into his original body. Along the way, Yi formed the body of a demon in order to reduce the obstruction. Facing Pangcheng, he changed into his original form in order to settle the cause and effect of a hundred years ago.

"I am Han Yi of the Xuan Dan Sect. Back then..."

Han Yi opened his mouth to speak, but after just these few words, he shook his head again. He was a little bit out of his mind. This plot of self-reporting his identity and seeking revenge was also the knot left by Qin Wuxian's death that year.

Now that we have met, there is no need to say more.

He took a deep breath, and with a thought, the Qingping Sword behind him jumped up and flew out gently.

Chi la.

Pang Cheng originally wanted to wait for Han Yi to tell the revenge story to add some fun to his boring life of a demon for decades, but he didn't expect that the other party just announced his identity and then stopped abruptly without saying anything else. , it was replaced by a crisp sword.

Fast, very fast, even close to his own strongest reaction speed.

The sword light passed by his side, and wherever it passed, the demonic energy was directly wiped away and dissipated.

"Um?"

"Interesting, this sword cannot be resisted by an ordinary demon god."

"With your cultivation in the middle stage of becoming a god, you can actually use such a magical sword. You have many secrets."

Pang Cheng pointed lightly, and a stream of condensed black demonic energy burst out from his fingertips. The demonic energy circled and turned into an awl, breaking through the air at a speed even faster than Han Yi's sword just now.

The magic cone fell on Han Yi, and the terrifying magic energy exploded. A figure was blasted to a palace several miles away, crushing several palaces and raising smoke and dust in the sky.

But Pang Cheng, who was suspended in mid-air, had a slightly dark expression.

"not dead?"

A few miles away, smoke and dust were mixed with the demonic aura. Before it subsided, a figure flew out of it. It was Han Yi.

At this moment, Han Yi's gray-white light had weakened by about 10%, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

His first strike just now was just a test in itself. This was his first battle with a half-immortal. He couldn't help but be careless. He couldn't attack at full speed as soon as he came up. Instead, he had some remaining strength in case something changed.

He came to kill the enemy, not to die together.

Sure enough, a sword from the peak of the ordinary extreme realm can indeed cause danger to a half-immortal, but it is not fatal. The attack of the four-source Taoist magic on a half-immortal can be completely withstood, but the subsequent impact needs to be endured by oneself. But fortunately, he has practiced the ancient god system, and his physical body is much stronger than that of ordinary half-immortals, so he is naturally not afraid of such impacts.

With just one move after another, Han Yi already had a clear understanding and positioning of his own strength.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shone with light, and his whole body was ignited with divine fire. His body suddenly expanded to the limit of life and death, nine meters high, his divine orifices opened, and divine power gushed out from his body. From a distance, he looked like a flaming god.

brush!

Under the magical power of the mind world, his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was behind Pang Cheng and punched out. The divine fire was like a wave, turning into a limit-breaking blow.

The Ancient God's Fist of Destruction.

No, more than that.

This punch, under the destruction of the ancient gods, was also blessed by the power of the ghost car and the demonic power, as well as the blessing of the magic power in the middle stage of becoming a god.

This is the superposition of three systems, and it is Han Yi's strongest state at this moment except for immortality.

However, when Han Yi disappeared, Pang Cheng was aware of it and quickly condensed a dark light shield. On top of the shield, a palace emerged. Above the palace, a demon god sat cross-legged. Around the demon god, countless demons kowtowed.

Peng! !

The light shield shook but did not break. But Pang Cheng, who was behind the light shield, finally had a look of shock in his eyes.

"The art of body refining?"

"Ancient God?"

"No, there is still the aura of the demon cultivator. What kind of body refining technique is this? It can actually break through the combat power of a half-immortal with the state of becoming a god."

That's right.

At this moment, Han Yi indeed has half-immortal combat power. Although this kind of combat power is just for the first time to become a half-immortal, it is not trivial.

Pang Cheng's eyes were filled with demonic energy and murderous intent: "I won't let you stay."

With murderous intent, behind him, demonic energy rolled, and a huge palace emerged. This palace, Han Yi had seen once by the Sea of ​​Blood, was the Pangcheng Lingbao Town National Palace.

However, today's Zhenguo Palace is naturally different from the past. It has been combined with Pangcheng's demon soul, and has the opportunity to break the immortal world. It was promoted to a semi-immortal weapon not long ago.

Pang Cheng's figure flashed, and he was already high above the palace, as if he were the lord of a demonic kingdom. His demonic body was majestic, sitting high in the sky, and his voice was like thunder.

"guilty".

In an instant, all the monks and demons who had been refined into the palace came to life. They were extremely strange and turned to look at Han Yi.

"guilty!"

"guilty!"

"guilty!"

…

The sound roared and resounded throughout the valley.

Outside the palace, Han Yi, who was nine meters tall and looked like a god, fell down as if he was confessing his guilt under the countless demonic sounds.

At this moment, countless shouts turned into countless magic sounds and poured into his mind. These magic sounds turned into physical soul shadows in the cave in his body. The soul shadows made noisy and chaotic sounds, resounding in Han Yi's cave. Under these chaotic magic sounds, Yuan Shen instantly felt a pulling force, which was constantly pulling on himself, making him sink and give up.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Han Yi Yuanshen took a sharp breath. Near the Yuanshen, a three-meter-tall gray tree withered instantly and turned into a stream of gray air, which was sucked into the mouth by the Yuanshen.

This small gray tree was the 'Deadwood' cultivated by casting nerves from rotten wood. It was one of the Immortal Road tasks he took on. If it was broken midway, it would need to be cultivated again. However, at this critical moment, Han Yi did not think about it. so many.

Supplemented by the 'Rotten Wood', in the depths of the soul, a soul tower that had condensed seven levels instantly solidified the eighth level of the illusory tower, and a soul technique surged in Han Yi's heart.

Nine-level soul tower, the eighth level.

But at this moment, Han Yi had no time to take a closer look.

In the cave inside his body, after his soul returned to normal, he just waved his hand lightly and filled the sky with his soul sword, strangling these manifested demonic figures one by one.

outside world.

Within three seconds of Han Yi's fall, he recovered again, stopped his body, and rekindled the divine fire, shocking Pang Cheng, who was high above the palace, again.

You must know that this palace is already a semi-immortal weapon. The 'guilty' just now, although simple, is a manifestation of the power of this palace.

Being able to block a blow from the half-immortal soul weapon, Han Yi definitely has a big secret.

In addition to being shocked, Pang Cheng felt hot inside. If a monk in the middle stage of becoming a god got such a secret, he could compete with a half-immortal. If he got it, what step should he take?

Unlike Pang Cheng's fierceness, Han Yi, who had killed all the demonic shadows in the cave, had a calm expression.

"Sure enough, even if he can compete with a half-immortal, he is still unable to kill a half-immortal with three systems."

"Then, we can only use the last move."

As soon as Han Yi's thoughts moved, the Qingping Sword flew towards him and was held in his hand. In an instant, the green and black sword suddenly turned into a green and black light, and its body was hidden under the light.

An erratic and mysterious aura emanated from this light. This aura made Pang Cheng, who was high up in the palace, raise his brows and instinctively feel dangerous.

But before he could think about it, Han Yi, who was holding the light in his hand a few miles away, flicked it gently, and the light flashed away.

Immortal magic, sword control!

This light did not show any trace, or in other words, it exceeded the instinctive reaction time of Han Yi and Pang Cheng, and it had already penetrated into Pang Cheng's eyebrows, penetrated the palace, and penetrated out.

The palace, which was integrated with Pangcheng's demon soul, suddenly shook and then collapsed.

After entering the palace, the sound of sword clanging suddenly became louder. (End of chapter)